#oh you mean like the yelling cursing and screaming they're doing RIGHT now

[tokischaaaaa]

si las más puta' son las más fina' pt.2

summary: yall gotta read and see 😈

warning! : angst, cursing, fluff

word count!: 1.3k!!

tokischaaaa speaks: yeah the fact 1 request and another and a comment on this was all I needed to continue this story

"y/n, what the actual fuck are you doing here?" hamzah said, raising his voice.

"they're close friends," said martin. "she came here to take some sort of test."

that set hamzah off. "what the fuck kind of test, y/n?" hamzah yelled, his face turning red.

"i need to know if i contracted something from this whore!" hamzah cried, immediately regretting what he called y/n once again.

"hamzah! take a lap! go outside and cool off!" mandy yelled at hamzah while pointing at the door. as hamzah was heading towards the door, y/n took off her sandal and threw it at him.

unfortunately, she only hit the door. as the shoe fell to the floor, so did y/n. she cracked. tears started pouring out of her eyes heavily.

mandy and martin ran to y/n's side. they handed her tissues and calmed her down. after y/n was able to calm down, mandy signaled to martin that they had to talk… due to martin's loud mouth.

hamzah, on the other hand, was sitting in front of the apartment, walking back and forth. "i could have chlamydia or anything. what the actual fuck. i should've never met her," hamzah thought, his thoughts spiraling more and more negative.

after martin and mandy calmed y/n down, they left to talk in their bedroom. y/n took a deep breath and walked to the elevator. as she pressed the button, she entered and felt tears attempting to leave her eyes once again.

she quickly wiped her eyes. the elevator opened and y/n began to look for hamzah. she walked outside the apartment building and found him.

"can we talk?" she asked.

"sure, wanna puff?" hamzah asked, handing her the blunt.

"no, i can't," she said, pushing the blunt away.

"the fuck you mean you can't?" hamzah groaned.

"the test mandy made me take, it wasn't an std test," she said, holding her face in her hands.

"wait, so you're—"

"pregnant."

hamzah's face softened quickly. "oh shit! oh really shit!" hamzah screamed. people on the first few floors were definitely awake. y/n was scared shitless.

she didn't know what to say or do at this point. obviously, hamzah was now caught up and scared.

"i gotta, i gotta go upstairs for a few," hamzah said. before y/n could respond, he left.

the tears that y/n thought were no longer longing to leave her eyes came out, an absolute rainfall of tears pouring out of y/n's eyes. meanwhile, hamzah's loud reaction to the big news caught mandy and martin's attention. the front door leading to the apartment opened, and martin walked out.

"hey, y/n."

"oh my fucking god," y/n sighed, face-palming.

"hamzah! do you now get it? so if you now get it, why the fuck would you leave her outside?!" mandy yelled at hamzah.

"mandy, i'm fucking scared! this was something i wanted eventually, but this is so out of nowhere!" hamzah cried.

"hamzah, i need you to realize something: life isn't planned, it's how it is. also, for as long as i've known you, you've somewhat had a kind heart, especially towards kids. you'd definitely be a great dad, but you need to talk to y/n, explain how you feel, and plus imagine how she's feeling right now," mandy explained.

hamzah got up and surprised mandy with a hug.

"thank you, mandy," hamzah said.

mandy was surprised by hamzah's reaction to her lecture but was glad that it seemed like he heard her out.

hamzah thanked mandy once again and went to find y/n. meanwhile, y/n was consoling martin since he wouldn't stop apologizing for his big mouth.

"martin, let me take it from here," hamzah said. martin got up and patted his friend's back.

"can we talk?" hamzah asked.

"are you gonna scream again?" y/n smirked and patted the floor to signal to him to sit with her.

"no, i'll use my inside voice," he grinned.

"hamzah, listen, i'm sorry about this. i don't know about us, but i am at a point—even though i'm young—i'm stable and not against having this baby," y/n said as the tears were falling onto her legs. she didn't care anymore to wipe them away.

y/n's rant continued until hamzah took her hand into his and wrapped them together. "listen, y/n, i know we met a few weeks ago, and we did click. but i know this is scary. believe me, i'm scared too. but i've wanted this, way long ago, and since the world is very spontaneous, i think that this is a moment not worth missing. this is what i've been asking for, for a long time," hamzah said as a tear fell down onto their hands.

y/n scooted closer to hamzah and put her arms around him. he did the same, placing his head on top of hers.

a few moments passed before hamzah proposed, "wanna get a snack?"

"boy, you a fat ass!" y/n snickered, "but yeah, i'm actually starving."

"bet," hamzah grinned and grabbed y/n's hand, leading her to his car.

as the two got in the car, y/n plugged her phone in. "trillions" started playing. as the music got louder, y/n felt hamzah's hand lay on her thigh. she put her hand on top of his and lightly squeezed it. he picked up their hands together and kissed her hand.

"sorry about the name-calling again," hamzah sighed.

"it's okay. next time i'm throwing a shoe at you," y/n sneered.

hamzah nodded, not interested in getting hit with any object.

once the two arrived at target, they went looking for snacks like there was a black friday sale. once they claimed they had all the snacks they needed, they headed towards the register.

"shit, i forgot the chocolate-covered pretzels. can you grab them, please? i'll take care of this," y/n said, holding onto hamzah's hand and giving it a light squeeze.

"sure, i'll be quick," hamzah grinned, giving y/n a peck on her cheek.

once y/n was about to pay, she realized hamzah had been gone for a while. she handed the cashier money and paid. she grabbed the bags and walked all around the store to find hamzah.

once she passed by the baby section, she slowly walked backwards and caught hamzah looking at baby girl clothing. she saw he held a piece of the clothing to his chest. he took out his phone and took a picture of it.

"you do seem like a girl dad," y/n grinned. baby fever was already high and there (she's pregnant, duh).

"i'd want to be. you're definitely a y/c (your choice) mom," hamzah grinned, walking closer to y/n. he still had the baby girl clothes pressed against his chest and the chocolate-covered pretzels in his other hand.

now y/n and hamzah's noses were an inch away from each other. y/n gave his nose a peck, grabbed the pretzels, and walked away.

"hey! we were having a moment!" hamzah cried.

"yeah, but i want to have a moment with these pretzels," y/n smiled.

"can we get the clothes, though?" hamzah asked, putting his arms around y/n's waist.

it took her a few seconds before she caved in.

"ugh, sure," she groaned before pushing hamzah towards the cashier since she just wanted the chocolate-covered pretzels.

as the two walked outside target, hamzah had his arm around y/n's waist. hamzah felt all the anxiety from before leave. though the fear left him, now in this moment, that was enough for him to feel the happiness that he lacked in his life.

FIVE MONTHS LATER…

"HAMZAH, GET YOUR ASS IN HERE! IT'S THE BABY!" y/n cried.

~ fin(a) pt.2 done <3

tokischaaa speaks: HEHEHHHHEHEHEHHEEHEHEHHEEHEH. most proud of this one <333

[that-one-raccoon]

Hell's Hounds Magic and Mystery Incorrect Quotes

because i said so and because Coil just updated

Dazai: What are you talking about Hermione? You love it here!  Hermione: I'm not sure I do, I think I've just developed Stockholm syndrome.

George: Dazai's first detention, I'm so proud.  Fred: Whoa, back up. Why did they get detention?  Ron: Because they're an idiot.  Hermione, terrified: They can do that??

Dazai: *coughs blood*  Fred: Don't die, Dazai!  Dazai: Don't tell me what to do! Draco: I made tea.  Ron: I don't want tea.  Draco: I didn't make you tea. This is my tea.  Ron: Then why did you tell me?  Draco: It's a conversation starter.  Ron: It's a horrible conversation starter.  Draco: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate.

Ron: Why aren't there friend pick up lines? Pick up lines to make friends like-  Ron, to Blaise: Hey, that's a cute outfit. You know where it would look better? On nobody else, because you're a beautiful individual.  Dazai, to Hermione: Be my friend or I'll set your entire family on fire.  Fred: There are two types of people.

Lockhart: You wanna fight?! You got one!  Dazai: Okay! *raises fists*  *Fred runs in, scoops Dazai up in their arms, and runs away carrying him*  Lockhart:  Lockhart: What?

George: You've been given a new job to do, but I'm worried it might make you angry.  Draco:  Just say it quick, like ripping off a band-aid.  George: You have to teach Dazai how to do magic.  Draco: ...put the band-aid back on.

Dazai: *gets set on fire and screams in agony*  Dazai: Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.

Dazai: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

Dazai: I’m telling you, my dogs are competent.  Blaise, rushing in: Dazai! Fred tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

George: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

Fred: Dazai, wake up!  Dazai, half asleep: Five more minutes…  Fred: You’ve been in a coma for two years!  Dazai: …  Dazai: Okay, two more minutes…

Fred: I’ve only had Dazai for a day and a half but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

George: Hey, can we stay in your dorm tonight?  Dazai: Why?  George: Fred fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours.  Hermione: Ron doesn't know how to banish spirits, so he just threw salt at them and yelled "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"

Draco: What are you planning to do?  Fred: Hey, now.  "Planning"?!  Do you KNOW who you're talking to?!

Draco: Stop failing.  Dazai: Don’t tell me what to do! I'll fail right now!  Dazai: *Succeeds*  Dazai: Dang it!

Draco: How do you sleep at night knowing people don’t like you?  Dazai: With the fan on.

[vshthestmpede]

please, don't go - romantic wolfwood + platonic sibling!vash

wc; 725

cw; near-death experience, guns, canon violence

note; a little more angsty than my usual works but i hope you all enjoy nonetheless! any sort of criticism is always welcome <3

cross-posted to ao3

"c'mon, stay with me."

you groaned loudly as there was some pressure placed on your abdomen. you wanted to push whoever was on you away and curl up but you could barely move.

"(name), please, open your eyes," a soft voice pleaded somewhere to your right. vash. you didn't even realize your eyes were closed but you did as asked, squinting at the harsh sunlight. "okay, that's a start, good. okay. alright."

he was panicking. you slowly turned your head to look at him and attempted to give him a reassuring smile but he couldn't calm down while his eyes darted between yours and the blood gushing from the bullet wound in your stomach.

"where the hell is wolfwood with the bandages?" meryl cursed, doing her best to keep her hands steady as she kept applying pressure. "don't worry, (name), it's going to be okay. he should be back any second."

she had hastily added that last part when you looked around and realized that your lover was nowhere to be seen. your heart dropped when everything caught up to you all at once: the fight, pushing nicholas out of the way, taking the bullet that was meant for him.

"n-nico." you tried to sit up but the combination of vash, meryl, and the excruciating pain forced you to lay back down. "is he okay?"

"he's fine, (name)! healed and dandy like always," meryl promised you, holding a hand up to vash to try and calm his nerves. "like i said, he should be back any -"

"BANDAGES." you flinched as a door slammed open and hurried footsteps came towards you. "oh my god that's so much blood."

meryl grabbed the bandages from him and began to work on patching you up, muttering something under her breath. wolfwood settled on your left, frantic hands running through your hair.

"the hell were you thinking?" he asked and you shrugged. "you think yelling and tackling me was a good idea?"

"you're okay, are you not?" you prompted and he sighed. "then i'm fine with my decision."

"i'm not too happy about it," vash piped up but you waved him off.

nicholas pulled a handful of vials from the inside of his jacket, holding him up. "you see these? these mean bullets are pretty much useless against me, my star. which means all this -" he gestured to your bleeding body "- was heroic, yes, but not needed."

"totally necessary," you concluded. "i think i totally took that guy off guard, too. made it easier for you guys to beat him."

nicholas chuckled. "well, yeah, screaming like a lunatic would throw anyone off their groove."

meryl finally got off of you, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "you should be good for now, (name), until we can get to a medic so they can get the bullet out. just. . .keep laying there for a bit, okay? i really need to wash my hands."

"thanks, meryl," you called as she shuffled away. "vash, go make sure she gets some rest."

vash pouted. "but i - my sibling just got shot and now they're sending me away. what a life."

"i got them, needle noggin," wolfwood reassured. "you'll be the first i call for if anything happens."

"fine, fine." vash pushed himself to his feet and, after giving you one more look, followed meryl.

"so, are you going to start referring to me as your personal knight in shining armor?" you teased, earning you a laugh and a kiss on the forehead. "on a serious note: you know i'd do anything to keep you safe, right?"

nicholas hummed, his lips trailing chaste kisses down your face until they reached yours. it was like that kiss brought all the energy and life back to your body as you reached up and cradled his face, running your thumb over his cheek.

he pulled away slowly and you realized there were tears running down his face.

"nico -"

"i know you'll go to the ends of the planet for me," he whispered, voice cracking a little as he sniffled, "but please, my star, stay with me forever. don't die for my sake. we have so much we need to do, so much to see. promise me."

"i-i promise." you nodded, wiping his tears away. "i'm not going anywhere, nico. i belong here, right with you."

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

How do you feel about preds who are crual/merciless to theyr meals?

Dude it's absolutely my shit. I love it a lot. So now I will prove it with more prompts!

"W-Wait, I'm sorry, I didn't know!" the man yells, trying to crawl away. He's grabbed by the ankle and dragged back to the hunter. His hairy gut was sticking out, gurgling and churning thickly over the man's buddies. "That's too bad," the hunter says, lifting the man off the ground and dangling him in the air, "because I don't care. This is my property. I get to hunt whatever ends up on it. You and your stupid friends are food--you were the second you walked past that fence." The man is lifted up further, now over the man's head and staring into his open, drooling maw. "No, please, don't eat me! Don't--" He's dropped in and sinks right down the hunter's gullet, stopping waist deep. His legs kick around wildly for a few seconds before they're slurped up as well, sending him down. The hunter slurps over his lips and readjusts his hat. He gives his bulging gut a hard smack, making it slosh back and forth as he lets out a roaring belch into the woods. A hundred acres of the stuff and it's all his. No one else seems to get the memo, though, and he spends more time picking off hikers and campers and bird-watchers than actual game. Oh well...it's all the same in the end. "Stupid fucking kids...not my fault you can't follow directions." He belches again, giving his gut a few rough pats as the campers inside squirm around, muffled screams barely getting through the thick fat. He stomps off, walking over the ruined tent he'd torn the first couple of out, and back to his home. He'll sleep these ones off before he goes out looking for more. There's always more somewhere. He'd put up more signs but...honestly, he does appreciate the food a bit.

The classroom is quiet, other than the sound of gulping and slurping and a muffled voice crying out. None of the students dare to look up, even as they hear a sigh of relief and a wet belch. The grades for their first exam had come in and the professor made it very clear that he's no accepted student whose grades fell under a threshold. Already, three seats sit empty, someone's belongings sitting at each of them now unattended. Now there was a fourth, and the professor is back to roaming through the class like a prowling animal waiting to strike. His stomach sloshes with every step he takes, bumping into desks. "Now remember class," the professor says, wiping a bit of drool from his chin. "This is an entry-level course. Failing here means you weren't going to get much farther." There's a scream as he pulls another student from their seat, pleases for mercy quickly drowned out by more gulping and slurping as the professor devours him without hesitation. A wet belch sends a sneaker flying from his jaws and he continues prowling. "Some of you got very close to that failing grade as well, so I really do recommend you use today's study time wisely. We wouldn't want you to slip up on the next exam." Another student is dragged out of his seat, cursing and yelling as he's shoveled down the hatch with the other failing students. The teacher's gut is getting too large to fit nicely in the rows and it's beginning to shove desks and knock things over. Not that he seems to care. Another student is down the hatch and he's back to moving through the crowd. "I'm not doing this because I want to. I'm doing it for your own sakes, even if you might not understand that." One last student is lifted out of his seat and devoured, the professor now walking back to the front of the class as he slurps down a pair of kicking legs. He settles back in his chair with a sigh, his massive gut resting on the desk before him. It groans and churns loudly, the various bulges of students fighting for their lives inside on full display. Another belch roars out of him as he rubs his gut. "Failing this class just means you aren't cut out for it, and that's fine. It just means that you're better off serving as food for me. Now, the rest of you, continue to study quietly. Your lackluster classmates will be spending the rest of class time with their private biology lesson. Let their death be a lesson for the rest of you." The professor pats his gut with another belch, someone's jacket flying from his maw. Honestly, he was hoping more students would fail. Maybe he'll make this next exam harder. No harm in culling the herd a bit more.

"Do I look like I give a shit about your life?" the jock asks, getting in the face of his teammate. "Because I don't. You're a shit player, and I'm the star athlete. So you do the math over which of us is actually important here. I said I need a protein boost for tomorrow's game, so you're gonna shut up and do it." He grabs the player roughly and shoves his face right into his pecs. The jock groans as he forces the other's head between his chest. Cornering him in the locker room had been a good call--no clothes to get in the way of him taking what's his. His chest flexes, the tight grip it has on the player making him sink in further. Coupled with the fact that the jock is shoving him deeper manually as well, it was spelling a clear end for the prey. The player squirmed around as much as he could, but in the end, it was useless against the stronger man, and his kicking feet are soon sealed up with a final flex. The jock huffs, sweating a little as he stares down at his chest, now bulging with another man behind it. "Fuuuck...god, you feel good in there. Get used to your rightful place, huh? You deserve it--wasting your goddamn body just to play like shit...hff...I'll make sure all that strength and muscle gets put to actual use." The jock flexes his pecs, giving them a stronger one each time. It really makes the player inside move around and it's causing his chest to bounce. "Heh...that's all you got? Fucking hell, it's like you wanted this. Fine by me. I'm more than happy to kill off worthless players like you." He grunts as a crunch comes from his chest. He's really starting to grind that guy down in there--he can already feel himself getting a bit bigger off of it. "If I could get away with it, I'd end the whole team. I could wipe the floor with the other guys all on my own. You jackasses are all in my way..." Another crunch from his pecs and this time, they get notably smaller. The jock lets out a heavy breath as he feels power surge through him. "Coach would grind me into gut slush in an instant if I did that, though...so I gotta just go after weak links like you. The guys he won't miss...until I'm strong enough to eat him myself." Several crunches follow, and the jock feels up his chest as it seems to go back down to normal size. "...heh, I'm getting faster at this, though. I bet you died in barely a minute. Might be able to take on coach by the end of the season. Well, either way, thanks for the mass, you fucking loser." He gives one of his pecs a smack then goes to grab a towel. He could use another shower now.

[deathofacupid]

games // part three | peter parker

masterlist to this here!

#adriencore

the only exception paramore

not proofread lolz

(first person)

over the last couple weeks, peter and i had gotten rather close. which was great, you know. it was nice to have a friend that i wasn't constantly yearning to impress. 

everything with him was so easy. i didn't have to try when i was with him. 

i guess that was my favorite part of peter's company. honestly, i couldn't remember the last time i had a friend like him. 

now i can see why my dad liked him so much. peter just had that. i'm not sure what "that" was. it was something that made being around him so enticing. so fun. how was this kid not popular? he was so much better then flash is, and ever will be. 

i saw him sitting by ned at lunch, and i wanted to join them. granted, ned and i had never really talked, but i'm sure he was great. after all, peter wouldn't hang out with someone shitty. i really liked him. 

as friends, of course. yeah. he was like... a brother? 

i got up, but liz stopped me, "where are you going?"

"oh, um, by peter."

"peter?" flash scoffed. "why the fuck would you willingly want to hang out with that ass?"

"first," i snapped, "peter's not an ass. if anyone is, it's you. he's actually really cool, but you have the iq of a goldfish so you wouldn't realize that."

liz and flash stared at me, jaws slacked. okay, so that was a bit bitchy, but they asked for it. it was out of their place to talk about peter like that. 

he was so nice and freaking kind and special and one of a kind and i loved him so-

oh god. 

no, no, it was fine if i loved him. 

he was my friend, and i loved all my friends. 

yep. 

i sat down by him and he looked up. "hi, babes."

"oh- uh, hi, y/n."

ned's eyes widened and i smiled at him. "it's ned, yeah? we have 8th together."

y-yeah! we do!"

"i'm y/n."

"i know! i-i mean, yeah. i've seen you around."

i was getting deja-vu all of a sudden. 

peter ignored ned, "did you need something?"

"nah. just got bored of my friends. god, i don't even know why i hang out with them, they're such jerks. honestly, you're so much better."

i pretended not to see ned wink not-so-subtly at peter beforing leaving to sit by betty and some of her friends. 

peter was really pretty, i noticed. well, i'd noticed before, but that was irrelevent.

"so, um, uh- i... i was wondering if-" he was red-faced, then squeezed his eyes shut. "if you- you'd like to go on a date with me?" peter stuttered.

i gaped. 

i did not see that coming at all. 

"oh, christ," he murmured, "i shouldn't have said anything, and i fucked this up, and i'm so, so, so sorry-"

"yes."

i said it quickly, and i wasn't sure where it came from. but it was kind of late to go back now. what the fuck was i doing? i lov- liked him.

i liked him, right?

but was that okay? no- i can't-

i cut off my own train of thoughts, "i will. yeah. i'd love to."

and god, he looked so happy. "really? this- this isn't a joke?"

it hurt me to think that he thought that. who'd messed with him like that? 

i hate people.

"no! i- no! it's not!"

peter was smiling so bright and wide, how could i not as well? 

it didn't take away that sickly feeling pooling at the bottom of my stomach. 

yes, i like him. i like him so much. 

so why was i panicking like this? 

maybe i'd made a mistake. 

i don't know.

i didn't want to end up like them. i couldn't.

so i forced a smile on my face and listened to him talk about date ideas. 

- 

when i was younger, i saw my daddy cry

and curse at the wind

he broke his own heart and i watched

as he tried to reassemble it

it was old news that my parents weren't together. they'd had this big screaming, yelling fight. i've heard before that you say stupid, untrue, mean things when you're mad. but i know for a fact that's wrong. 

you say things you'd otherwise be afraid to admit. 

i think that's what happened with my parents. they had all these pent-up words, feelings, and emotions they needed out. and one day, they did. 

there wasn't going back from that. 

and my momma swore

that she would never let herself forget

and that was the day that i promised

i'd never sing of love if it does not exist

after the offical divorce, they had shared custody over me. i went back and forth from house to house, and it wasn't something i'd ever gotten used to. 

lots of kids' parents' went through that. so i wasn't special. 

but maybe there's a line where it differs.

my mom and dad were parents straight out of a hallmark movie. perfect love, perfect family, perfect life. we had every meal as a family, shared our feelings (my mom was adamant on making my dad do this, she said it brought us closer together), and even wore matching pjs. 

so i don't know what went wrong. 

maybe i know somewhere deep in my soul

that love never lasts

and we've got to find other ways to make it alone                                                                                               

or keep a straight face

i woke up to screaming and shouting downstairs that one night. my mom was throwing things and breaking glass and my dad was waving his hands around wildly, telling her that she was insane.

i never found out why they fought that night. it wasn't something i'd concerned myself with before, and by the time i did, it seemed too late. 

things went south for my mother not long after the divorce. she had financial problems and stuff, and got some mental disorders? i don't know. i'm not sure. i was kinda young. well, not that young. i was old enough to remember. twelve, thirteen, maybe?

she got into drugs. addicted and whatnot. neglected me, i suppose. i feel like that was harsh. it wasn't like that. she was my favorite person when she was sober or whatever. but the second she wasn't, i didn't exist. 

she wasn't sober a lot, and i guess that was the problem.

anyways, my dad found out, brought this whole thing to court and he was granted full custody. 

and i've always lived like this

keeping a comfortable distance

and up until now i had sworn to myself

that I'm content with loneliness

because none of it was ever worth the risk

my mom died shortly after from an accidental overdose. 

dad said "accidental," but he had this weird look on his face that made me think otherwise. 

but i didn't like thinking about it. so i didn't, not really. 

she was angel, flying and free now. 

that's what i told myself whenever i missed her. 

i know for a fact they didn't ever talk unless they absolutely had to, and even then, it wasn't always kindly. it was a toxic breakup, and i knew that much. 

i've got a tight grip on reality

but i can't let go of what's in front of me here

i know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up

leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

i finished my last curl, even though i knew for a fact i wasn't going. i was hoping that by the time i was done with my hair, i'd have some courage mustered up. 

i didn't.

i was scared. 

from the second i got home, i pondered my feelings for peter and honestly reached a realization that i was in love with him. 

my mom was in love with my dad. 

look where that got her. 

she went off the rails, completely. and a part of my dad never came back. he was more reserved now, i'd say. and i think finding pepper made him a little better about that. pepper made him happy in ways i could never, but their relationship would never be as perfect as my mom and dad's were. 

there was something different about it, and i couldn't ever explain it in words, i don't think.

i looked at the girl across me in the mirror, and i wanted to throw her off the balcony, it was a mood really. 

mascara and eyeliner rained down her cheeks, creating one big smudged mess. 

what if i ended up like my mom? dead and never complete again? wanting the one thing that i couldn't have?

no, no, peter wasn't like that. he was sweet, he was kind. he put everybody before himself, which is one of the reasons i loved him. 

but my dad was like that, too. he was a good man, not selfish in the ways that mattered. 

look where that got him. 

i didn't end up going. i cried in my bedroom, angry that i couldn't get over this stupid fear. i didn't want to be heartbroken. 

but what was there any good, if i was the one doing it to myself?

god, i don't know. 

i don't know anything anymore, it seems like for everything. 

-

(peter, first person) 

[two hours previous]

i told aunt may as soon as i got home about my date. we'd settled on some fancy diner at 7, and it only felt right for may to be the first person to know. 

i mean, she'd kinda already known about my crush. well, "crush" sounds like something a third grader would say, so i take it back. i really, really, really loved her. i was in love with her, but it seemed a little early to say that, so i didn't. 

may helped me get ready, she was excited. i tried to downplay it, like it wasn't a big deal, but i think she saw right through my facade. 

i swear, she knows everything. 

we settled on uncle ben's old tux, and she got a little teary-eyed and said i looked just like him. i kissed her forehead and told her not to cry, because i never liked seeing her sad. 

i told her that, but she said she wasn't sad. she was happy. she was happy that i was wearing it, and that it seemed right.

my hair was done by aunt may, gelled back a little to keep it in place, i'd say i looked pretty good. 

for one of the first times, i felt handsome, you know? like i wasn't just some highschool loser. 

it was funny how y/n had that type of hold on me. but it wasn't a bad thing, it kept me on my toes. 

damn, i loved her. 

and for a while, i thought she felt the same.

but the fact that i've been waiting an hour and a half for her to show up proves me otherwise. 

i really thought i had a chance here, but i guess it was all just fun and games to her.  

it's fine. what did i expect? 

i didn't want aunt may to find out, because for some reason, i didn't want her disliking y/n, because i still didn't. it felt like i had a responsibility to keep her reputation untarnished. i called and texted her, but she never responded. leaving a twenty dollar bill on the table, i finished my glass of water, and left. i ignored the pitying looks the waiters gave me. 

i webbed away, high above the city, so no one would see me. stopping at a tall skyscraper that was parallel to the avenger's tower, i sat at the top, pulling my knees to my chest. 

i suppose this was kinda on me, it was stupid to get my hopes up. 

y/n had done this to so many other guys, and i was stupid to think i was any different. 

i fell for it. i fell for her. 

[whumperofworlds]

Whumptober Day 10: Kidnapping

Now on AO3!

A/N: Another Roaring Lions story!!! I'm really liking this team, and once this is over, I'll totally write more of them!!!

TAGS: @gala1981

CONTENT: kidnapping, slight strong language

ENJOY!

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@whumptober Day 10: Broken Phone | Stranded | "You said you'd never leave."

"Lil, is there something you needed?" Olivia asked when she answered the call. Lillie had gone off to get some groceries, and Olivia was surprised that she called her several minutes later. Has something happened?

"Um…" Lillie trailed off for a moment, gulping. She glanced behind her, seeing a few women walking behind her, apparently talking about other things. However, Lillie had noticed them everywhere she went. From the gas station where she went to get a snack. From down the street towards the grocery store. To her, it seemed like they were following her. The fact that they were wearing leather clothing didn't help. "I have… some women are following me." She shyly said, her mouth pulled into a sheepish smile. It was probably a coincidence, but being part of the Roaring Lions could have some… people take interest in the members of the team.

"Really?" Olivia questioned, her voice filled with concern. Oh good, she didn't sound incredulous about her concerns. "What do they look like?"

"W-well," Lillie stuttered, glancing back at the three women again. They were all giggling and talking quietly to each other, as if they were a clique group gossiping about one of the misfit girls at school. "They're all wearing leather clothing. Two are blonde haired, the other red haired."

Lillie could hear the sound of what could be a fist hitting the table on Olivia's end. Uh oh, did she get upset with Lillie?

"Lillie," Olivia said in a stern tone. Lillie's heart sped up. Was she now in trouble with her close friend over something like this? "How long have they been following you?"

"...Ten minutes now," Lillie said, pausing for a second to remember how much time had passed. "They followed me from the gas station when I went there to get some cashews, and they're following me now."

She could hear Olivia curse under her breath. "Lillie, go to the grocery store as fast as possible," Olivia instructed. "Make sure that you're in a crowded place. They're likely part of the Crocodile Gang."

"C-Crocodile Gang?" Lillie stuttered, her eyes widened. If they were in that gang, did that mean—

"Dumb bitch."

Lillie jumped, turning around to see the three women right behind her. It was then she could see the tattoos and piercings, with one tattoo being a crocodile down their arms.

Before Lillie could say or do anything, she cried out in pain as one of them grabbed her by the wrist, where she was holding her phone. When they dragged her towards them, they twisted her hand, and Lillie dropped her phone. It shattered, the screen now cracked badly, as Olivia's frantic voice was heard from its speaker.

"OLIVIA!" Lillie screamed, tears springing from her eyes. Olivia had apparently heard her cries, as she began to speak unintelligible words that Lillie couldn't hear. One of her kidnappers then smashed the phone with her foot, completely destroying Lillie's phone, and Olivia's voice went dead silent.

"Let me go!" Lillie cried, struggling against her kidnappers' grips. "Help! Someone!"

"Shut the fuck up!" One of the women yelled, and pain exploded behind Lillie's head. Lillie fell to the ground, her eyes locked on her broken phone that laid on the ground, before everything went black.

[mxshifter]

Hawkeye and the Hick 🏹

"The new laws of the land are as follows: run, hide, and survive. And that's exactly what I intend to do."

Clemence Xalbadora was stranded in Atlanta. One of the epicenters of the apocalypse. At every turn, they're met with disease ridden, undead creatures attempting to tear them to shreds. From then on, they only wanted one thing — to survive.

In the beginning of the end, they met a man named Glenn Rhee on a rooftop. Little did they know, this was the start of a journey. A journey that entailed meeting a group of survivors on the outskirts of the city. In the group, unbeknownst to either one, there was a man that would change Clem's life forever. Daryl Dixon.

disclaimer(s):

i am a shifter - this is mostly based on my TWD DR

this first chapter is before daryl and the mc meet and gives context to their relationship with glenn and how they ended up meeting daryl

no smut(yet)

this fanfic is also on wattpad under the same title and the same username as on here (mxshifter)

pairing: Daryl Dixon x Original Character

words: 1.7k

chapter 01

I don’t know how it really happened. The end of the world I mean. Maybe some cannibalistic virus infiltrated the populous’ bloodstream or some secret government experiment caused mutation. All of that doesn’t matter now — the world as we knew it was gone. The new laws of the land are as follows: run, hide, and survive. And that’s exactly what I intend to do. As of right now, I’m stuck in my downtown Atlanta apartment with a .357 Magnum strapped to my waist and a hunting rifle strapped to my back. Oh, and I’m completely surrounded by those.. thingys.

I need to get out. Out of Atlanta. Maybe the countryside or even the outskirts of the city would be better than here. I need to check the area. I drudge up the stairs to the roof of my apartment complex, trusty gun in hand. Loudly, I bang on the door leading to the roof to make sure none of the things are there. Silence.

Cautiously, I open the door and swiftly close it behind me. After surveying the roof, I walk to the edge of the roof and look down at the once people-infested streets of Atlanta. Well, now they’re invested with humanoid not-people things. Densely infested. Fuck me.

My locked gaze on the death sentence that lingered menacingly below was broken by the sound of a shout. My head shoots up to find the source of the distancing noise while my hand is steady on the holster of my gun. Sporadically, I look around trying to find the source of the noise. A man only a few rooftops away from me. I watch as the man is waving his hands back and forth above his head in an attempt to get my attention. Clearly, it worked.

“Hey!”, the unknown man hollers. I wave back, not verbally responding in any way that might alert any things to my location. “The name’s Glennnnn!”, the man yells. Instinctively, I put my finger to my lips and shush the man, deciding that it wouldn’t be the smartest idea to entertain this conversation or even scream across for that matter. I mean, we are in a dire situation with death waiting for us below. I could just leave this man but what type of person would that make me? Against my better judgment, I asked, “Do you need any help?”. Glenn looks at me and is nodding his head vigorously. Shit, here’s a moral conundrum. Do I help Glenn or try to fight alone through a stampede of crazy junkies? The former seems like a better option.

“Can you, somehow, make your way over?”, Glenn inquires. I try to map the safest path to the man. I grab a discarded ladder from the roof of my building and place it sturdily in between buildings. Slowly, I make my way across the makeshift bridge. I get to the roof of another building safely and try the same maneuver. The ladder doesn’t reach the next building at all. Shit.

“It doesn’t reach,” I say, mumbling curses under my breath. These two buildings are connected and it’s simple enough to find where they meet. “Can you meet me downstairs?”, I ask. Glenn looks concerned but just nods in response. We both walk towards the doors to the buildings before venturing in. I bang on the door. Silence. Then, I hear the faintest gurgle. Sounds like one, doesn’t seem like much work, especially with the help of the ladder as a melee weapon. I take a deep breath, turn the knob of the door, and venture into the unknown perils that await my arrival.

I quickly descend the stairs to be met with one of those things at the end of the hallway. It starts limping towards me and I slam it into the floor with the ladder. It tries to grab at my feet so I stomp on its head. I take a deep breath. These things looked too human; adequate enough doppelgängers to actually make you not want to hurt them. But they are far from human. I continue my path toward Glenn’s building, praying for a map to greet me. Unfortunately, I’m only met with things wearing dead people’s faces and abusing their bodies. Until I see him.

I’ve never been happier to see a real person than at this moment. He motions for me to follow him and he starts jogging to a secluded sector of the connected buildings. “Hi. I’m Glenn Rhee.”, he says while sticking his hand out for me to shake. Pleasantries and manners in the midst of the apocalypse? I look him up and down before shaking his hand. “Yeah, you said that up on the roof.”, I say. Glenn looks at me puzzled and opens his mouth as if to say something. Maybe it wasn’t anything important as he just said, “Okay, where do we go from here?”.

“We need to get back to my apartment as soon as possible. Once we’re there, we can load up on food and water to take with us when we leave the city-”, I state before Glenn interrupts, “Wait, wait, wait.. we have to go back to your building to get supplies? How exactly are we supposed to get there?”

“Well, we just have to cross the connector and use the stairs to make it to my floor.”, I say while beckoning him in a forward direction. Quietly and armed, we make our way up the stairs and to my floor. Click Click Click. Shit.. something is jamming the door shut. I keep ramming my shoulder against the door in an attempt to relieve it of whatever is keeping it stuck. Doom Doom Doom. I fell through the door after the last push, causing the random pieces of furniture to fall and catch me in a hurtful embrace. “Are you alright?”, Glenn asks while helping me up. I nod and dust myself off. Suddenly, I smell a rotten stench permeating my nostrils. Then, I start to hear their groans and growls coming closer and closer to us.

“Glenn…we need to go. Right the fuck now.”, I say slowly. He and I ran up the stairs towards the roof, leaving the mini-hoard behind and subsequently blocking the roof door behind us. What do we do? What can we do? “Holy shit, holy shit, this is not good, this is not good”, he mutters to himself. My eye caught the short ladder that was set down earlier. It was too short to fully cross but it was either taking a leap of faith or getting ripped to shreds by them. “Look, we need to go now. I’ll cross and make sure it was sturdy enough for you”, I say, “Trust me”. He kneels, holding the ladder in place. Here goes nothing.

I take a step up the ladder and cautiously cross over. I turn around to see Glenn apprehensively staring at the ladder and what lay below it. “Glenn! Come on, you have nothing to worry about.”, I holler in an attempt to fight off his nerves. Glenn shakes his hands and seems to be mentally preparing himself to cross. We start hearing groans and guttural noises coming closer and closer to the rooftop. I scream, “Move! Now or never!”. After what seems like forever, Glenn slowly starts to cross over until he grabs my hand and pulls himself over the ledge. I motion for him to follow me to the door. Quietly, I open the door and we start walking down the stairs until we get to the nearest apartment.

Once we got inside, we both were breathing heavily. We were tired of running, screaming, and fearing for our lives but this was only the beginning. We cleared the apartment for any of the monsters, searched around, and found some rations. A couple of water bottles and some canned food, not much but good enough. Afterward, we sat down on the couch. The silence was grating — there was nothing but silence during a time like this. “I’m just realizing that I never told you my name.”, I say as a way to break the uncomfortable silence, “Clemence. Clemence Xalbadora. Clem for short is fine too”. Glenn turns his head towards me and smiles, “Nice name, Clem”. Silence filled the room once again until he looked at me and said, “So… what brings you to Atlanta? I’m only assuming because your accent is so different from what I’m used to hearing”. I look at him, deciding if I should be offended or answer his question and choosing the latter. I sigh, “My brother. See, I’m originally from New York but he moved all the way down here. He’s been going through a lot and needed his little sibling to support him. I wonder where he is right now or if he’s okay..” I start to tear up thinking about him and quickly wipe away my eyes. Glenn hesitantly moves over and gently wraps his arm around me, holding me in a warm hug. “Hey, hey, hey.. don’t worry. You’ll find him.”, he reassures. I nod and look up at him.

He looked at me with a sense of care and compassion that seemed foreign to me. It was nice to have someone concerned for me when I had already made it up in my mind that sympathy was a thing of the past. In this new world, there were beings that searched for anything warm and feeling to rip into shreds. “Thanks, Glenn.”, I say. Glenn nods and stands up, “It’s late. We need to rest up if we’re going to try and leave Atlanta. We both make our way around the house looking for somewhere comfortable to sleep and a bed in a big room and another in a small room with pink walls. A child’s room. Glenn’s face suddenly becomes pale, “I’m gonna sleep on the couch, you take the bed in the big room, okay? I just… just can’t sleep in a room that a child used to sleep in, a child that could’ve been eaten alive without fully knowing what hit them. It’s just wrong..”. We get comfortable in the bed and on the couch respectively, waiting for daylight to come and signal the promise of tomorrow.

[the-firebird69]

Who went to UMass Amherst and tried to donate a large international building and they do have them these days on campuses and this would be huge and it's worth a lot of money and to build it and put it in in record time and it was with Zoe's name and they called her and she said no I'm not doing anything enjoy donating any building and who is this and it was your staff and he said she says don't accept it cuz I'm her and I don't have any money like that and then Thomas has said no I wish that you think you should be consider it and they said you said no I said the zooey is passed away it's her family, and this message here she's an actress her name is at UMass was slim and her name in westborough Kerry. To hide your Hollywood identity and just an impostor out there and we know it's her and we know who she is and she died driving home from UMass and they said we don't want to accept it because it's an ugly circumstance and they're about to hang up. Listen who is this anyways and he said we're family members and we know it's not the fault of the University and it really isn't and the idiots took over the university so they were mean they said we don't want it. And we said we know who you men are and we know what you were doing that night and you're going to be fired and we'll put the building in and they said we don't care about this s*** and instead of course you don't we're right there right now you will it hurts of yelling and screaming and the cursing and they're making noises and hear some of the celebrate and says oh I needed that and it broke another one and it starts screaming and so you might kill us but you won't kill us all can I hear why wouldnt I do that. And he's yelling and he says well that makes sense he's going to kill us all instead of so I'm cleaning out UMass and we're finding tons of stuff out and actually all of them are going to get killed there until we can put the building and Hera came up with the idea

We do know she has family left and we don't necessarily want them to visit not right away and they see what we're saying and I said she's still old for you and it says she didn't seem to know everything and that was weird it was a guy there and they know who the guy was it was Tommy f and now they get it he's involved and manipulated too

Bitol and Goddess Wife and we're in there saying some of it

And we said a lot of it

Thor Freya

And I'm sad for her and she was a nice girl and treated with respect and made him feel like a man but competition but still wasn't allowed to do anything and I knew it and now they see it very clearly

Hera

Olympus

[alittlebirb]

Some funny business from the MCC 22 Aqua Axolotls!

-Scar saying he might dislike PKT more than snakes, and Hbomb correcting him that he's terrified of both

-Hbomb and Scar making fun of Grian for having to make a thumbnail

"What a Youtuber." -Hbomb

-Hbomb wearing a Hawaiian shirt in real life

-Grian asking if Scar was asking Jellie to open the door, and just concernedly replying "Oh dear."

-Grian being very self aware that starting his stream one (1) second early is very very good for him

-An update about Nana from Ghana, with her giving "rich blessings" and asking everyone to come to Ghana, and Grian showing several pictures of the school they helped raise money for!

-The entire team shading Grian for not unmuting until they're like, 10 seconds into the decision dome

-Grian grumbling he does not like BB, and Scar reassuring him "it's okay, Hawkeye's here."

-Everyone interrogating Scar about the state of his technology

-MeltDown is here and I'm terrified.

-Scar yelling at Grian to "Get out of the melty room!!"

-Grian running off from the rest of the team like a child without a leash

"I feel like I've got nothing to lose, so this MCC I'm going crazy." -Grian

-False vanishing through the floor in front of Scar

-Grian and Hbomb being the last survivors in their team and just chilling on a block together

-False telling Scar to use the heater, heater Scar, you're right there-!, in MD

-False figuring out to use the heaters as an extra block to climb up like a freaking genius

-"Okay, I'm starting to understand this game now that we're on the last round!" -Grian

-Scar being the resident bow connoisseur

-Grian being an absolute feral little freak and going after Green immediately

-Grian screaming "Scar noooo!" as he fell down into the lava and Scar calling him a "sweet angel"

-Grian calling surviving and getting coins "the barn strategy" and Scar correcting him that it's "the right strategy"

-Scar saying MD is more fun is SOT and everyone telling him to slow down now, you might upset someone who's listening

-Scar saying he can't "intimidate the other team with his abs"

-Scar concluding that watching Top Gun improves your performance and Grian replying that "yeaaaah, he totally watched it last night"

-Hbomb telling Grian that a pro tip for Minecraft is turning off bobbing completely, and Grian saying he likes the bobbing though!

"My immersion!" -Grian

-Grian somehow ending up saying "there's gotta be someone out there who likes that" in response to vomit. "Someone who's like, 'nice'."

And everyone just letting that. sit. in the air.

"I didn't know how to respond to that." -Hbomb

-Scar asking if they can talk about Star Wars to boost his confidence in PKT

-Grian saying the H in Hbomb stands for Hermit

"I revealed today that the name Hbomb94 for the last 16 years was a long con to join Hermitcraft, and you guys can't turn me away because now I own Hermitcraft." -Hbomb

-Grian mentioning that the other day he said "y'all" and getting the immediate response of that being incredibly cursed and to never do that again

-Grian calling out to repeatedly rotate and False crying out "what does rotate even mean??"

-Scar telling Hbomb he'll be his bodyguard against Cub

-Hbomb saying it's "the moment of my life!" when he caught Dream in 10 seconds

-Scar saying Tommy's "a bit of wizard, leaping and swooping like that"

-Scar saying he's "lasted two seconds longer this time" and Hbomb telling him "baby steps"

-Scar falling and dying directly after he jubilantly yelled "PARKOUR CHAMPIONS!"

-"Normally I'm holding Pete's legs together, and keeping him back, but now he's been set free." -Grian about Pete's team being in first place

-Hbomb dunking Pink because "screw Pink!"

-Grian voting for RSR and Scar telling him that's good "Top Gun energy"

-Scar admiring Quig's birthday hat and Hbomb saying "the NoxCrew is too nice to him, we need to take him down a peg. We need to beat him up."

-False and Hbomb talking about becoming dolphins 🐬

-False calling Scar out for just standing there when the RSR round started, and Scar replying he was "working out my issues!"

-Grian and Scar getting into top 10 in RSR and Scar saying "this is what we do in Hermitcraft."

-Hbomb saying he punched Tubbo in the face and he deserved it

-Grian saying he has a "mind like a goldfish".

-Hbomb taking the floor out from False and causing her to die, and then falling afterwards and False yelling "Karma!"

-Scar calling Big Beans an S Tier

-Scar saying he hopes Pete wins, and everyone immediately going no! he's had enough wins already!

-Grian asking Scar how many wins he's had, and Scar saying "multiple in my dreams".

"My mom tells me I'm a winner every day!" -Scar

"It must be true!" -False

-Scar calling out to the Mega Chicken that the HITW section is KFC

"They'll cut you up and turn you into chicken nuggets! Save yourself!"

-Hbomb lamenting that he hasn't been opening Pokemon cards, and Grian immediately asking what set? what set?

"I've had to stop opening cards. I don't know what to do with all my spare ones." -Grian

"Keep them for your happiness." -Hbomb

-"Nooo, goodbye gentlemen!" -Scar while falling in HITW

-"Oh, 32nd, that makes me upset to my chest hair." -Grian

-Scar thanking Shubble for dying because now he won't be last

-Hbomb seeing the exclamation mark wall and saying "it's yelling at me!"

-If I had a nickel for each time Hbomb got a coin balance involving 69, and Grian replied "nice", I'd have two nickels, which is just a little bit cursed

-"It upsets me that Timmy is doing well. He lost our team SOT last time and I am haven't forgiven him." -Grian

-"I'm completely fine. I haven't been failing at all." -False

-False predicting Scar's Curse will ensure that one player will always be in 40th, and this time it's her turn

"I know how to fix this. I'm putting my Genshin outfit on." -False, who does not play Genshin, and only has this outfit because her team lost a tournament

-Hbomb asking if False is drinking water or wine today, and False replying she's drinking squash (juice)

"Yes, I'm a little kid." -False

-Scar seeing the error of his ways and finally pronouncing gong correctly

-Scar getting on the Ace Race leaderboard on the practice server, which then sparked his leaderboard obsession

-"I could never hate you." -Grian to Hbomb

"I could change that." -Hbomb

-Grian seeing the Space Race map name being written backwards and delightedly saying "I like! That's my kind of humor."

-"I had some really good moments mixed in with catastrophic mistakes." -Grian

-Everyone celebrating NOT LAST SCAR in Ace Race

-False realizing that "wait, didn't Scar get a really good time on the practice server?" and everyone immediately saying don't shame him, don't rub it in...

-"Grian, I need a gong." -Scar

"I put it away already!" -Grian

"I need. a gong." -Scar

-The mega chicken swap being gloriously chaotic

-"Hold down W! Just go! Always forward! Kick ass! Take names!" -Hbomb's advice for BB and life

-Hbomb asking Scar to activate Hawkeye mode and Scar replying "YES".

"He's been waiting for you to say that his entire life." -Grian

-Scar calling Hbomb "HBeam" and Griab immediately decreeing that nickname is going to stay (man loves his nicknames)

-Grian killing a couple players in BB and screaming "FINALLY I HAVE SOMETHING FOR MY SECOND CHANNEL!"

-Aqua and Purple fighting it out and False just sneaking in, filling the wool, and getting the win

-The team using Grian's run straight in approach for good and succeeding in the strat to send him in and then have Scar sneakily wool rush

-Grian and Scar celebrating the wins while False desires more kills

-"I think we might have made the other teams angry, which is a good thing. Psychological warfare." -Scar

-Everyone recognizing that Jojo is crACkEd

-"My whole goal here is to make you proud, H." -Scar about SOT

-"Can I ask something real quick? Why's the chat calling me Sand Daddy?" -Sand Daddy Scar

-Scar giving regular reports that "This is your local Sand Daddy reporting, we have 60 seconds left!"

-"There's a pillager in the water!" -False

"Oh, that's my buddy, we're just chilling." -Scar

-"Scar are you ready to take this sand delivery?" -Grian

"Oh, I'm ready, take it to Daddy...sorry I made that weird." -Scar

-Grian getting the redstone puzzle first try!

-"I'm always upset. That's my secret." -Hbomb

-Hbomb trying to stay inside the red tunnel and Grian going down the blue tunnel then Scar saying they only have 50 seconds left and Grian just found the blue vault and H and Grian racing back with sand while the timer went down to 10 seconds and the 10 second count down booming throughout the labyrinth but Grian got lost. H gets the sand in just in time but it's still counting down. Grian finally escapes the tunnel and gets the sand in with less than 10 seconds left and I'm left dead on the floor

-"I got 31st! Sorry, I have a thing about the number 31 this MCC, apparently." -False

-"What the audience needs to know is that we're all friends, we're all good, but in Sands of Time it all goes out of the window." -Grian

-"My chat was getting very upset at me because I took off my chestplate in order to show off my abs." -Scar, preceding the rest of the team absolutely losing their minds at him

-The mega chicken swap wrecking chaos in the last round, the players splitting into either BM or TGGTOS, Wilbur being indecisive in choosing and Scar trying to tempt him into BM with his abs

-"You'll always be our Build Mart manager." -Scar to Grian o7

-Tubbo throwing Scar off the map and everyone calling him evil

"Can we box him in and crush him on this map?" -Scar

-Everyone rooting for Tina in the honey map

-"For a brief shining moment I was first. Then a door closed in front of me, and I was like aww." -Scar

-"I need Fruity B." -Grian

-Scar admiring the little crown on the plane in the TGTTOS map

-Everyone understanding that yes, every single player will be cheering on Captain Sparklez. Pink needs to win.

-"I almost called them Pink Flamingos. I thought they had a really long neck for a second." -False

-False and Grian tsking at H for rooting for Red

"You don't need to be different!" -Grian

-"Right in the shnoot!" -Grian after Dream was shot

-Grian and Scar yelling at Pink to say "Hot guy!" when they shoot

-"Oh, it is Captain on Captain violence!" -Hbomb

-Hbomb starts opening up Pokemon cards and Grian starts eating his yogurt

"What should I do?" -False

"What do you have on your desk?" -Hbomb

-Grian sending Hbomb a Very Cool Card over Discord because H is the only one who'd understand

-H commentating on the normalization of streamers eating in stream

-Grian and Hbomb editing the script to include Captain Sparklez getting the final shot in the final round and getting the ultimate win

-Martyn is now the MCC player who's gone the longest without getting a single win

-"Everyone will remember where they were the day that Captain got his first win!" -Hbomb

-"Aww, bless his little cotton socks!" -Grian about Captain Sparklez

-Sparklez getting a lil Jerry next to him on the podium and Scar saying now he has to win, so he can get a little Jellie neighboring with Jerry

-"You know when you were watching Dream's POV and you were telling me not to do any of that? I was nodding, and I was like yeah I'm gonna do that." -Grian to Hbomb

"I'm gonna be honest, when you went into the blue vault, I thought you were dead." -Hbomb

[dr4kenlvr]

who.. the FUCK callin' 📞 u ?!

pairing: most of the toman boys x gn!reader (separate)

genre/wc: crack/humour (0.7k)

request: Basically the reader decides to pull a prank on the tr boys (separate head cannons if that's ok 🙏 ) where they are just chilling when the reader gets a call. Since they're with the boys there like oh haha let's put the call on speaker and see what the person calling gotta say. instead of an actual person though all they hear blast though the call is this audio; sorta nsfw dont play out loud in front of family.

a/n: IM DEADDDD this was hilarious to write. thanks for sending this in,, check out this post for some more wack writing on toman and reader. + NSFW (?) prank!!; it's basically about reader pretending to get a call and all the boys hear is someone saying they're jerking off ok enjoy (not proofread ok ilyguys)

while he's talking to you, you eruptly tell him that you're "getting a phone call" he nods and let's you answer: "hello? yes?" you say to no one, while you try your hardest not to laugh. they wait patiently until they hear a man on the other line say, "i'm over here strokin' my dick, i got lotion on ma dick right now- i'm just strokin' my shit. i'm horny as fuck man, i'm a freak man, like for real-"

MIKEY: doesn't really comprehend it right away but when he does: his eyes go wide, jaw wide open as his food nearly falls out his mouth. he can't believe what he's hearing- who is talking to his s/o like that?? they're strokin' their dick???? to y/n???? WHAT. he screams out: "y/n?! who is that?!! end it! oh my god!" he's so frantic as he crawls over to look at the call ID, only to see his red face look back at him. he's super pouty after, "y/n's so mean!" cute.

DRAKEN: I CAN'TTT immediately once the guy says "dick" draken is whipping his head towards you so hard he probably got whiplash. his eyes are a mix of bewilderment, disgust, and pure confusion because who the fuck is calling you???? hence he quite literally asks you: "y/n, who the fuck is calling you?" and he looks so angry at not you- but at the audacity this person has. "gimm-gimme the fucking phone." he snatches it from you and sees his own face. "not fucking funny." he's embarrased though <3

TAKEMITCHI: his heart falls out his ass when he hears what the person says. why is this person calling you and why are they saying such vile things? he starts to holler and scream because he doesn't know what to do. tries blocking your ears while simultaneously blocking his own, yelling: "HANG UP OH MY GOD!" he ends up looking stupid on camera and you have to stop yourself from ending the filming too early from literal tears.

BAJI: mf looks at you with the smelliest face ever, like it's the stankiest face he's ever pulled. he's so torn on whether to yell or yell so he yells: "AYO! OH HELL NAH, GIVE ME THE FUCKING PHONE." similar to draken, he doesn't play when people fuck with his s/o. "LET ME TALK TO THE UGLY MOTHERFUCKER!" so he's trying to grab onto your phone and makes a mental note to get back at you when he sees himself staring back at him.

CHIFUYU: is drinking water when he hears what the person says. chokes on the drink and coughs hysterically at what he just heard. looks at you like ?????do u know this man????? has enough of it when he hears "i'm horny" so the boy literally yells "YOU GOT A PROBLEM OR SOMETHING? THAT'S MY S/O YOU'RE TALKING TO ASSHOLE!" then he gets angry when the person doesn't acknowledge him. you die because he's only talking to himself and he dies of embarassment after but its endearing.

KAZUTORA: automatically protective, goes "uh babe? yo babe, hey babe. babe, who's that. WAI- WHY IS HE SAYING THAT- BABE TURN IT OFF!" he's so scared for you so he does the first thing that comes into his mind: curse. "the fuck you thinking motherfucker? are you crazy bitchass? give me the fucking phone babe, i wanna see his fucker's face. gi-give me the phone- what do you mean it's a prank." doesn't look at you the rest of the night.

PEH-YAN: kinda goes crazy when he hears someone is beating their dick to you. and he kinda freaks the fuck out when he hears someone is beating their dick to you. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY!" he screeches as he stands up in his heart-printed underpants and white tank (i always feel the need to mention this fit') "DON'T FUCK WITH ME BRO, DO NOT FUCK WITH ME." in the end, he's panting and all red-faced. the fucker loves you, what can i say.

SMILEY: immediately starts throwing nasty insults and says he's gonna "shoot your ugly face off your ugly head, little fucker!" you swear you see him seething like never before; honestly finds the person's words disgusting and gets really pissed off that they're speaking to you like that. "babe can you retrace the caller ID to their address please? we oughta talk."

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[moonshineboyz]

[17:40]

Pairing: volleyball player!Juyeon × volleyball player! fem reader

Genre: Smut, enemies with benefits

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, rough/hate (?) sex, usage of the word slut, mentions of choking and spanking, lowkey public sex, brief fingering

a/n: i know juyeon is not holding a volleyball but let's just pretend. i got this idea from listening to lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by panic! at the disco 🤠 i'm not sure if i like the ending but,,, (@annyeongffs enjoy bb)

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“Okay guys, let’s wrap up for today. Both teams did great!” The coach called and everyone got out of their positions, stretching out the tense muscles and walking out of court. “Nuh uh, minus you two Juyeon and Y/N.” He called again making you stop in your tracks. “You’re gonna take the volleyballs and net to the equipment room and pump up the basketballs. That’s what you get for arguing and swearing at each other every five minutes even during practice.”

You cursed under your breath sending a death glare towards Juyeon, who just looked at you expressionless. ‘Stupid son of a bitch.’

The coach left the court with the remaining of your team mates that waved at you from afar. You waved back and went to collect the scattered balls letting the boy get the net, since he was taller.

“If you weren’t so annoying, I could be going to my dorm right now.” He said when you walked past him on your way to the equipment room. You thought in giving a rude reply but bit your tongue not to curse back at him, already feeling your blood boil. “I'm talking to you.” You turned on your heel to face him.

“What do you mean? It’s your fault! You were throwing the ball too far for me to catch it in time!” You snarled.

“Isn’t it the whole point? Make the ball touch the floor on your adversary's side? I think you're just complaining because you're not that good of a player." Juyeon had just finished getting the net out of the first pole and glared at you with a raised brow. He really was getting under your skin.

"For your information, I'm the second best in the female team. I just can't deal with bullshit coming from a jerk like you."

Fuming, you turned your back again, walking away to fight back the temptation of throwing one of the balls in your arms directly at his annoying handsome face. Juyeon knew exactly how to get on your nerves and you couldn't stand having to be in the same room with him for too long without getting annoyed or bickering.

You were looking into the lockers searching for a second air pump, since there wasn't any other way and you had to pump up the balls, the best option was to you two do it separately so you could go home as soon as possible. While you were at it Juyeon entered the equipment room bringing the net and you quickly thought of a way to get yourself out of that situation.

"Here, the air pump." You handed him the object, to which he accepted but kept looking at you puzzled. "I didn't find another one, so, you do it."

"And what you're gonna do?"

"Go home!? What else do you expect me to do? Blow out the balls like they're balloons?" Your eyes rolled at how he scoffed at you, arms crossing in front of your body.

"I mean, I know something else you'd like to blow." A cheeky grin grew on his lips and past scenes of his dick on your mouth flashed through your mind.

“Shut the fuck up, will you? You’re so fucking annoying.” You raised your voice taking the boy aback for a moment, your jaw clenched and brows furrowed. “I can’t even stand looking at y-"

The words died at your throat as Juyeon dropped the air pump to grab your jaw firmly, pushing you up against the nearest wall. He was close, his tall figure towering over yours as he looked down at you with dark eyes.

“If you want to yell at me so bad, then I'll give you a reason to do so.” He muttered through gritted teeth and you could feel he was getting mad as well.

“Fuck you.” You scoffed trying to masquerade the fact that your heart was beating fast.

“Oh, you just did on semi-finals night, darling.” Juyeon let go of your face to brush his knuckles against the skin of your cheek, trailing south till it reached the side of your neck. You wished you didn’t shiver at the light touch, making it obvious to him that you enjoyed it. “Speaking of which, where have you been these past weeks? Were you too busy with that asshole from the basketball team?”

You didn’t even notice when you started to hold your breath but you were already feeling intoxicated by the low tone of his voice, knowing exactly what he was implying. His longs fingers wrapping around your throat not helping at all, and you thanked the sound of your racing heart wasn’t audible.  

“Why? Jealous much?” It took everything in you to let that out in a disinterested voice, sticking to an attitude not to let him win in any circumstance.

“C'mon, doll, you know I'd never date you; this is just for the fun. You’re just someone to hook up with.” He took a step closer, few inches away to press his body against yours. His skin was still glistening from the after practice sweat and you could almost say he looked hot, even though your mouth told otherwise.  

“And that’s all you can get after all. You’re good in bed but you’re as charming as a rock. No surprise you’re single.” Juyeon quirked a brow, his eyes dark as ever.

“Aw, you’re not attracted to me? Yeah, keep lying to yourself, darling. This is the most fun you can have besides taking your clothes off, isn’t it?” His breath fanned at your lips as the grip on your throat tightened, making him chuckle when a small moan dared to scape you. “Gosh, I really missed your pretty little pussy swallowing my dick and you screaming my name.”

You hated Juyeon to the moon and back with your whole being. He was arrogant, full of himself and egocentric, but what you hated the most was the fact that he knew how to touch you and make you feel things in a way you’d never experienced before, and you’d never admit that out loud. You'd never admit to his face how you also missed him pounding into you while you hooked up with other guys.

It was hard to recall when or even how you two started having this type of relationship, an 'enemies with benefits' kind you could say, because you clearly weren’t friends at all. You would pay not to have to spend the practice time looking at his face, and Juyeon would rather die than bumping into you in the hallways.  

But both couldn’t deny the sexual tension, and maybe that’s what led you to it, or maybe that was only a tactic to release stress, and you just happened to be there for each other. What’s a better way to calm your nerves than fucking your enemy? The sex was great after all and you couldn’t name any other boy who has ever made you cum so hard. Perhaps the hate towards each other really did add fuel to the fire and made things more interesting, competing who could make the other orgasm the fastest.

"I hate you so much." You said trying not to moan again when Juyeon pressed his torso against yours, sneaking his knee between your thighs, to which you rolled your hips grinding down on it.

"It's reciprocal, I just like to fuck you dumb." His hands went to your waist, grabbing hard and pulling you more into him. You were already melting at the tip of his fingers and didn't think twice before crashing your lips together and tugged at his hair with force as he moved his leg to cause more friction on your core. His big hands roaming all over your body roughly and squeezing your ass. A hiss came out of Juyeon's lips when you scratched his back underneath the shirt, sure to leave red marks. "Don't start a game you know you're gonna lose."

Juyeon pulled you by the wrist to the old desk to careless bend you over it. You couldn't lie saying you didn't like how everything was rough with him, it made a shiver run down your spine every time he kissed you hard and pulled your hair as you cursed at him digging your nails into his skin. He never cared about whether or not he was leaving bruises on your hips, neck and inner thighs, but neither did you. You secretly enjoyed admiring them later in the mirror.

“Here? Really?”

“It’s not like we haven’t done this before. Plus, everyone left, you can scream all you want.” A hand came down hard on your right ass cheek making you yelp. Another smack on the left side and you winced in pain arching your back. “You look good in the team's uniform, but look even better when I'm filling you up.”

He massaged your ass before harshly pulling your tight shorts down to your ankles and you stepped out of them, feeling his hands travel up your legs and holding your hips to press his hard on on your clothed core. You sighed grinding against him, your mind already getting hazy.

The boy brought you up to leave hungry kisses down your neck and bit on the curvature. Your breath hitched when his short nails raked the skin of your belly and you let your head rest on his shoulder, closing your eyes lost in the sensations. “Now tell me, is it still me that makes you sweat? Did you think of me when you were in bed with them?” He growled in your ear biting your lobe, making you grind harder.

“Not even for a second, didn’t even cross my mind.” Lucky you your mouth worked faster than your body so you didn’t dumbly nod agreeing with him. “You’re good but not the best.” You weren’t even ashamed in lying.

Juyeon let out a dark chuckle and grabbed your throat while the other hand squeezed one of your breasts. “We both know I've got a hotter touch, a better fuck than any guy you’ll ever meet. Or else you wouldn’t be coming back begging for my cock whenever you feel horny.”

“You wish.”

“Then why are you still here?” He teased licking your neck and smirked when you shuddered.

“Didn’t you say you missed my pussy? Then fuck me already.” You huffed impatient to which his only answer was to rub circles in your clit over your damp underwear. Juyeon pushed you back to bend over the desk, quickly and roughly pulling your panties down that you’d had stumbled if you were standing straight. “You’re gonna rip my panties, you asshole.”

He scoffed, slapping you once again. “You didn’t complain the other times I did.” His hand palmed himself through the shorts while the other went to your core, fingers playing with your wet folds. You whimpered when he slid one digit inside and added a second right after already moving, making your back arch. “Think I need to remind you that you’re just a fuck toy, not some porcelain doll. They must’ve treated you so nicely, but you like it rough, don’t you?”

Juyeon removed his fingers from you and pulled his own shorts down just enough to free his member and teased your slit with the tip, making you bite your lip in anticipation. Your breath got cut short when he gripped your waist and pushed in in one quick thrust, his cock disappearing into your warmth and your pussy clenched at the feeling of every inch of him stretching you open.

He didn't give you time to even take a deep breath and started moving in a fast pace, grabbing your hips with force. You could feel your whole body getting hot, sweat starting to form on your temples, skin prickling. "How someone so annoying like you have a pussy so good?" He groaned giving a hard, sharp thrust making you gasp and lifted your right leg to put over the desk. You were there so open for him; bent over that he could do anything. And you enjoyed every part of it.

Breathy moans were leaving your lips mixing with obscene wet sounds from your dripping cunt and his hips slamming yours recklessly now, going deeper and deeper inside you. Juyeon was holding you so strong and digging his nails in your skin that you were sure it'd leave bruises. "F-fuck, Juyeon!" You screamed out when he pulled almost all of his length out just to pushed it back in with a quick motion. He smirked to himself and kept repeating it, just to see you writhe and lose your mind.

His hand pulled your ponytail to which you winced but couldn't contain a moan. Your knuckles were turning white holding onto the desk for dear life as Juyeon completely rammed into you. "Not so talkative right now, huh?" He grabbed both your arms, pinning them behind your back with his own hands. "Look at you clenching so desperately. Gonna cum on my cock like a good slut?" His voice was low, watching your whole body shake as you approached your high, loud and breathy sounds escaping your lips.

You came crying out his name, shaking violently and trying to roll your hips back to get more of him. Juyeon pulled out slowly, feeling your walls fluttering and you whimpered at the emptiness. Even though you were sensitive, Juyeon's dick was so good that it never failed to make you want more and more.

A last sigh left you before you got pushed to your knees facing his cock. "Now be the good little slut and you are and put this mouth to a better use."

[aetheternity]

Adventures in the Kawata twins

Disclaimer: This takes place during the present when they're all adults. This isn't an x reader persay but reader is mentioned.

Synopsis: Takemichi & Chifuyu are stuck taking care of the drunk Kawata twins. It can't be that hard they'd assumed. Though they fail to understand that the twins are dumped on them for good reason.

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"Takemichi, you plan on being a designated driver?" Draken asks as Takemichi plops into the seat next to him at their shared table.

"Yeah, I don't feel like drinking tonight." He explained with a shrug.

"Great!" Mikey exclaimed allowing his straw to slip back into the something red he'd been sucking down. "Then you can take care of the Kawata brothers." He pointed to the end of the bar where both brothers sat. Smiley swiveling back in forth in his chair while Angry just glared at all the people. Their eyes lazily hovering over the thick crowd of people.

"They're barely sipping their drinks." Takemichi scoffed

Draken snorted with a deep laugh, "For now." Though he stopped talking when Mikey elbowed him.

"Yeah ok I'll take them home later." Takemichi replied.

"Not just take them home." Mikey grunted, poking his finger out at Takemichi. "You gotta watch them!" He gestured first to Takemichi then back to the two boys at the bar.

"Ok ok sure."

How bad could they possibly get after all? They were never apart as far as Takemichi could see. Even now they were calmly sipping their drinks, Angry's feet swaying back and forth against the side of the bar stool, his face full of frustration as he played with the straw between his lips. Meanwhile Smiley began talking about something random that barely caught his brother's attention his warm smile stretched tightly against his face.

They were calm. This was gonna be fine....

An hour later~

"Where'd they go!!" Takemichi clung to Chifuyu's shoulders like they were his life support shaking the poor man like a doll.

"Well where's the last place you had them?!" Chifuyu screamed back, head darting up over the crowd trying to locate at least one of the missing twins.

"They're not lost remotes!!" Takemichi grunted

A sudden burst of clapping across the bar made Takemichi and Chifuyu whip around. A rhythm slowly forming as drunk onlookers turned to face the same direction. Suddenly a big blue tuff peaked its way over the crowd followed by a fist raising in the air and Angry's full face coming into view.

"Shit." Chifuyu cursed

Takemichi lead the rush through the crowd, Chifuyu right behind him as the two of them made their way closer to one of the rickety tables near the back corner of the bar where Angry was now pointing out into the crowd. A smile almost as big as his brother's plastered onto his face. But it had a much gentler feel to it, almost as if he did it everyday.

"You! You got what I need! Everybody!" Angry belted as he sung into an invisible mic. "But you say he's just a friend!! Now the ladies!"

"And you say he's just a friend!" Reciprocated the crowd.

"Oh God who's he singing about? Name?" Chifuyu scoffed as he held onto Takemichi's hoodie for fear of getting swept away in the crowd.

"Wait? Angry likes, Name?!"

"You must be the most oblivious person in the world to not have noticed. Even I noticed!" Chifuyu yelled over the crowd.

Takemichi sighed reaching out for the wobbly table working to keep it steady as Chifuyu went around the other side tugging at Angry's pant leg.

"And you say he's just a friend, oh baby, you-" Angry continued until Chifuyu finally managed to catch his attention. "Takemichi! Chifuyu! Hi!" He bounced on the table almost causing it to tip.

"Angry come on, let's go find your brother!"

"Ooo yeah!" He giggled like a child.

"Holy shit I didn't even know he was capable of laughing, let alone smiling." Chifuyu blinked shaking his head.

"Catch me ok!" Angry beamed

"Wait Angry!-"

Takemichi's legs folded beneath him as Angry laid on top of him. Surprisingly he wasn't that heavy, though his body weight came out of nowhere and all at once. It left Takemichi with zero breath in his lungs as an uncharacteristic Angry laid on top of him, Chifuyu's smug grin just above him.

"Thanks for the support!" Takemichi groaned in pain. With both hands Chifuyu pulled Takemichi up, helping him support Angry's weight as he wrapped the younger twins legs around his waist.

"Why-" Chifuyu gestured to the current display.

"It'll just be easier."

Angry clung to Takemichi's hoodie like a curious toddler, sticking his fingers beneath the back to play with the tag.

"Come on, we're gonna go find your brother." Takemichi soothingly rubbed Angry's back before turning to Chifuyu.

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Chifuyu asked

The sound of glass shattering a short distance away and the sounds of loud screams and grunts called the attention of almost everyone in the bar. Aside from those too busy making out or puking to see.

"I'd say follow the screaming."

They'd barely arrived on the scene but the crunches of glass underneath their shoes spoke volumes. Smiley's fists repeatedly slamming into a now completely shattered glass mirror. Blood seeping through his damaged knuckles like a punctured water bottle.

Chifuyu immediately slipped his arms under Smiley's armpits. Shaken a bit by the stoned face that stared down at the shattered mirror beneath them.

"Come on Angry we gotta go!"

"That's Smiley! This is Angry!" Takemichi yelped, shifting a distracted Angry around to look at Chifuyu.

"At this point can you blame me?! It's like we fell into an alternate dimension." Chifuyu groaned "Wait is that possible right now?"

"I don't think so!"

"Get off! This cunt is asking for it!" Smiley reached for the only part of the mirror still even slightly assembled. But before he could punch it in Chifuyu slipped an arm around his waist.

"Let's just get out of here before the cops show up!"

Even in disarray Takemichi was pleased at how much easier it had been getting the twins out of the bar then it had been finding them.

"You can still drive a bike right?" Takemichi asked as he reached into Angry's pocket for his keys. He placed a disoriented Angry on the back, trying to push his leg over the side.

"God, your knuckles are wrecked!" Chifuyu gasped astonished. Some of the glass had chipped off while some stayed wedged inside his closed fist.

"It's fine we can remove it when we get them home."

"Hey do you think Name likes that song?" Angry nodded his head, snapping his fingers to an imaginary beat. "I like the bartender, yeah if you're looking for me I'm at the bar with her!" He sung

"I'm sure it'd be just as uncomfortable for Name as it currently is for us." Chifuyu sighed "Come on get on back." He explained to Smiley.

"Fuck you."

Angry fidgeted around behind Takemichi only holding onto his waist when Takemichi physically slid his hands there. His smile deepening as he grinned along to the music he hadn't stopped singing.

After a bit more pleading Smiley plopped onto the back with his arms crossed over his chest. "Ok, now all we need to do is get them home right?" Chifuyu called over the roar of the engine and the sound of Angry still harmonizing with inaudible music.

"Actually.. I told Mikey I'd look after them for the night.."

"I hate you."

"Chifuyu, please! I can't do this without you! Once we put them to bed the rest should be easy right?"

They pulled up to a red light and for the first time tonight Takemichi could hear himself think. Yeah ok, the rest of the night really shouldn't be too difficult. The hard part was getting them out of the bar right?

"Fuck are you looking at shit stain?!" Smiley screamed to a man casually minding his business across the street.

"Angry!" Takemichi screeched

"See you did it too!" Chifuyu pointed

"Shit, I mean-"

"Huh?!" The man called turning to make eye contact with the four people in front of him.

"Can't this light change any fucking faster?!" Chifuyu yelled

"You wanna go bitch!" Smiley called

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"Smiley, please shut up!" Chifuyu was practically withering. Smiley nearly left off the bike when the man came charging forward.

In that split second the light turned green and Chifuyu sped off with Takemichi trailing just behind. A flood of nervous tears beginning to stain his face.

"You know Mikey set you up right?" Chifuyu grunted as he hauled an agitated Smiley into his and his brother's shared flat.

"I figured after looking up to see them both gone." Takemichi gasped and heaved, shutting the door behind him and Angry.

"I'm making ramen." Smiley announced, staggering off to the living room.

"No no no what you need to do is lay down. This night has been a nightmare." Chifuyu said

"You wanna go fucker." Smiley spat

"Smiley please-" Takemichi tried

"Takemichi, Michi! Look look at my Tiktok dance! You gotta watch!" Angry tugged on Takemichi's jacket sleeve with kid like hops trying to get his attention.

"Just.. I can't right now please we-"

"Why?!" Angry's outburst immediately brought quiet to the flat, the beginnings of tears brimming in the corners of his eyes.

"Shit, don't let him cry!" Chifuyu exclaimed

"Ok! Ok do the dance!"

Angry straightened, smile reappearing fully. He patted the tops of his chest, shaking his hips to nonexistent music. "You need a woman's touch in your place, just protect her and keep her safe." His arm juts out to the words he's singing, "Baby, worship my hips in ways, so feminine with grace."

Takemichi and Chifuyu blink, mouths hung in a small 'O' as they watched the awkward drunk assembly of movements matching terribly with the surprisingly on key singing. Without warning Angry clutched his knees, bile spilling from his body like a sprinkler system.

"You're in charge of Angry then." Chifuyu patted Takemichi's back as Angry continued to unleash on the once clean living room floor. Coughs escaping his drunken body. "I'll take care of.. ah shit! Where'd he go now?!"

"Maybe that's enough dancing for one night." Tiptoeing around the undigested waste Takemichi reached for Angry's arm. "Want some water?" He asked pulling a staggering Angry into the kitchen.

"There's-" Takemichi managed to get him there just in time. Angry's fingers clutching the edges of the kitchen sink as he leaned forward emptying everything in his stomach down the drain with a loud heave.

"Take your time it'll be-"

"Smiley no!" Chifuyu's voice rang across the flat. As well as the sound of multiple fragile items breaking.

What would soon follow in the next minute and a half were, a hard thud, harsh obscenities spewed one after another, and more things breaking only a couple doors away from where Takemichi was massaging Angry's head.

"Chifuyu, what's going on?!"

Chifuyu clattered out of the bathroom stumbling back and forth between both feet. "He punched me in the jaw." His thumb grazed over his jaw inspecting his hands for any sign of blood. "Do the twins have duct tape in here?"

Takemichi grabbed a paper towel dampening it before patting the sides of Angry's lips and the base of his chin where a small amount of his puke was currently leaking down.

"What do you need duct tape for?"

"Don't worry about that."

Chifuyu disappeared with the tape too quickly for further questions to be asked. Angry's smile was barely visible at this point the alcohol potentially flooding out of his system.

"Will you wash my hair Michi?" Angry pleaded with a tiny whimper.

"You should probably rest." Takemichi replied, he turned to fill a glass of water in the sink before handing it to Angry.

"Can I rest in the bathtub?"

"Why're you so violent when you drink?!" Chifuyu yelled

"Here just go to the couch!" Takemichi gestured, pushing a confused Angry back into the living room before bolting down the hall.

"What the- omg!"

"Get me some rope or some shit!" Chifuyu grunted, pulling both of Smiley's hands together.

Smiley laid beneath Chifuyu on his stomach duct tape wrapped around his mouth. His legs kicking around aimlessly as muffled noises slipped from his mouth. The shower curtain covered in blood and laid in a ball on the floor and the pole now bent in the bathtub. The window in the corner smashed in from the inside, pieces of glass littering the white tile.

I'm pretty sure this isn't what Mikey meant when he said take care of the Kawata twins!"

"Well he won't stop struggling! What else am I supposed to do?" Chifuyu gripped the duct tape, pulling it around Smiley's balled fists before ripping it with his teeth.

The sound of glass shattering in the living room brought Takemichi back down to reality. "Ok fine, just don't hurt him and clean his wounds!"

Takemichi rushed back into the living room tripping over his own two feet. His thoughts immediately scattering as he looked over the new situation. Angry's once full cup of water mixed with his vomit on the floor as the glass was now shattered in the growing mess.

"I want water.." Angry said, reaching out to Takemichi.

"Lay still on the couch and I'll bring you a new cup." He sighed

Takemichi dug around for a few seconds in the cupboard grabbing a new glass from the middle shelf. He hadn't noticed before but the Kawata twins had a gorgeous flat. That was slightly more wrecked right now. But it was clean and gorgeous almost to the point where it looked brand new.

He reached for the faucet, positioning it to fill the glass with hot water before turning it upside down to empty the glass. The water splashed against his disheveled black hoodie dampening it a little more than the sweat of this night already had. When he refilled the glass it was with cold water turning the sink top off and walking back over to Angry's kid like wonder stare on the edge of the couch.

"This house has big ceilings." Angry pointed, mouth agape.

"Yup, here." Takemichi transferred the water to Angry's open hands. He got down on one knee untying Angry's shoelaces, slipping his shoes off his feet before placing them next to the head of the couch.

"Wish I lived here." Angry nodded softly, kicking his socked feet as he sipped the cool water in the glass that had been placed in his hands.

"Lay back ok."

A deep "oof" caught Takemichi's attention as he looked to a staggering Chifuyu, pulling Smiley along like a police officer arresting a perp.

"Ok, from this point on I need to be paid." He grunted

"What happened to your face?" Takemichi gestured to the gushing bruise on Chifuyu's forehead. Blood beginning to leak down the sides of his face.

"What do you think happened? He fucking headbutted me." Chifuyu rubbed the blemish with one hand.

For the first time all night Smiley finally tapped out. Collapsing onto the floor in a small ball. One shoe kicked off God knows when. Hair a disorganized tumbleweed atop his head.

"What do you think Name would think of this song?" Angry bounced in his seat spilling water into his lap.

"Oh God please no more singing!" Chifuyu huffed in exasperation.

Takemichi can already see the crease of Angry's eyebrows and the quiver of his bottom lip. "What he means is we'll hear it tomorrow because you need sleep."

A folded blanket laid on the top of the couch and Takemichi reached for it. He shook it out before placing it over Angry's descending shoulders. Slowly the comfort of falling asleep began to rise on Angry's face. Eyelids heavy and face falling into warm ease.

"You promise?" He questioned as he laid his head on the arm rest.

"Yes bright and early tomorrow."

"Night." He whispered and less than a minute later he was fast asleep just like his brother.

For the next couple minutes Takemichi worked to clean the blood off Chifuyu's face, arms and a couple other places.

"Geez he did a number on you."

"On me, on the bathroom, on that mirror in the bar." Chifuyu listed off as Takemichi walked back to the living room leaving him to pat his bruise.

"But you did do a great job bandaging his hands."

"Uh huh."

Takemichi reached up to his face squeezing the bridge of his nose and the lids of his eyes. Chifuyu came up to his side as the blonde gestured to Smiley. "You're not gonna leave him like that are you?"

"You're right we should put a blanket on him." Chifuyu nodded, shaking his finger in front of Takemichi.

"I meant untie him!" Takemichi followed as Chifuyu went into the first available bedroom.

"Fine, once we get them both pills and clean up we can leave."

"Are you insane! Did you forget my bruises? If he wakes up at anytime before the sun and attacks it's your problem." Chifuyu snagged a blanket off the top of the bed slinging it over his shoulder.

"Why didn't we just put them in their beds?" Takemichi groaned

"It's too late they're already asleep just let it go." Chifuyu huffed

Takemichi followed Chifuyu back into the living room. With both hands he opened the blanket fully before letting it lay flat over Smiley's now relaxed figure.

"One you're insane if you think I'm going home. It's almost three am and watching these two for one night has given me nice horror stories to tell Mitsuya next time he talks about his sisters. Two I was dead serious about needing payment especially now if I'm gonna be spending hours cleaning."

~~~~

Morning came sooner than Takemichi would've liked. The sun blared through the window like the worst alarm. He squinted covering his eyes with one hand before shifting on the floor with the blanket he'd pulled from Souya's closet.

Before he could reexperience restful slumber a couple faint knocks had him tossing aside the blanket entirely. Yanking the door open with a low 'what' from the depths of his fatigue.

"Morning to you too." Draken's voice brought him back.

"Heyo Takemichy." Mikey grinned proudly

"How was last night?" Draken asked as Mikey entered the flat ahead of him.

Though the question really didn't need to be verbally answered as the image of Smiley laying on the ground with duct tape over his mouth and a half kicked away blanket revealing his taped up arms. The smell of puke still slightly thick in the hot apartment and the blood all over Chifuyu's jacket spoke louder than words.

Even with sleep still in the midst of Chifuyu's eyes he turned to Mikey and Draken standing behind him.

"Never a fucking gain." He pointed aimlessly, eyelids dashing over his eyes to properly bring the beauty of sight back to him.

Smiley rolled over, or half way over immediately awakening when he realized he was tied up. His head jerked towards Chifuyu with mumbled questions.

"Hold on."

"FUCK!" Smiley's grin was back full force. The edges of his eyebrows twitching, voice echoing through the flat. The unnecessary roughness at which Chifuyu had ripped away the tape showed off some prominent reddening just below his nose.

"Ah!" Angry nearly flew off the couch with the way he sat up immediately falling back into the pillow behind him. Clutching his head with both arms. "Who's being loud." He groaned

"We figured we owed you guys breakfast for taking care of the twins last night." Draken remarked amusement creeping onto his face.

"And this is way less than I was expecting. No cops or anything." Mikey nodded

"What happened to my fists!" Smiley grinned crazily

"Everyone stop talking!" Angry grit

"Take the twins out." Chifuyu said "I'm going home to sleep."

"Ditto to that." Takemichi yawned

[muffindaddystyles]

Tell me you love me, before I go.

A/N: A very short smutty writing I had in my swirling whole night, which unapologetically I ended up writing in the wee hours of dark.

Summary: Harry and Y/N are rivals -- very passive aggressive enemies. When on a mission Y/N breaks into his room he had no choice but to punish her.

AU: Rivals to lovers, dark sci-fi, angry rough sex, spanking and spitting, reassurance kink and unrequited love.

A war between two groups. Left one with nothing but a tech base and other with almost everything. So the Arsonists raid the Phantoms' buildings to steal food items and necessary fuels for their people since they're mostly unarmed due to lack of weapons they try to use their brain as much as possible. 

Y/N works in one of the tech bases of Arsonists and right now she's standing with her five more mates trying to figure out how to break through these large gates of the villain's building, one of his most strong headquarters. 

They've to collect some data before another truck of fuel arrives for Phantoms next Wednesday so they could have access to it without doing much effort. 

Once sneaking in successfully because the two guards were too muddled in gossiping their arsess about their maiden. The building's nothing too extravagant, sleek and able to live, dimmed to an unpleasant light indicating everyone inside it is sleeping. 

She barges into the villain's room easily and almost had all the information in her hands from his drawers when the door to the room banged close, startling her at spot and the frames of her glasses fell on the carpeted floor. 

"Shit." 

"D'ya think cursing would take ye' out of here? if so you're down bad" Her heart sinks in when his cold insensate voice booms within the walls — a heavy boot comes crushing her glasses, again and again mercilessly. 

Her blood boils. Because, what the fuck. Doesn't he have any manners? 

"Do you think I need my glasses to punch the shit out of you, you prick!!" She pounced at him, almost breaking his nose into a splitted eiffel tower but he dodged it, twisting her wrists at her back and snatching the files from her sneering menacingly —- letting her painful grunts fly over his head without any remorse. 

"Well, well." She yelps when he tightens his grip angrily, "Look what cat dragged in come little mousey we're going to have some fun." She didn't know until now that someone could be this strong as he puts her in a chair like a rag doll binding her with no escape out. 

She tries to squirm and wriggle her butt out but he just tuts standing tall and evil in front of her, she rakes her gaze slowly up to his tanned biceps and clavicles popping from underneath his flimsy shirt, matted curls grazing his shoulders. 

"Oh no, trust me sweetheart, you're going to want to stay strapped in here. We're going to find out how many times an Arsonist can break –- and for the fact my people will kill you on the spot if you step out of my room." Shiver runs down her body from fear and he chuckles, flopping onto the edge of his bed, man spreading, leaning onto the heels of his palms behind him. 

"You're pathetic!" She spits out. Full of venom. 

"Pfft, a thief telling me that 'm pathetic." He shakes his head and she's despising his audacity as if he rules the world. She could kick him square in his sexy face but the thing's she's bound to this damn uncomfy chair. 

"Atleast, I don't go on killing people." She grumps and it's like she pushed a button when his irises turn pitch dark. Her eyes widen in astonishment, reeking with fear when he leaves his spot in a thunder striding towards her furiously and drags the chair closer to him, almost lifting it inches above floor. 

The next thing she knows that a gun is resting against her temple ready to be fired, "Ye' really that desperate fo' me to prove it to you, huh?" He growls, hooded gaze following the gun that's sliding down her cheek and the way her breath wavers —- lips trembles, nose twitches he knows he's fucked. 

"Will it hurt?" If she's going to die it better be an easy way. 

His eyes soften at that. Taking in the rosy features of her, the plushiness and squishiness of her skin that his fingers feels like dipping into cream. The women of Phantom aren't like this; they're built differently to fight and kill who wrongs them -- they're almost heartless at this point. 

"Dunno, You'll get to know after taking one." He shrugs like it's not a biggie tipping her chin with the gun's pointer and her eyelids slip shuts. She couldn't cry. Even her dead body wouldn't forgive her if she would cry infront of her worst enemy for the last time. 

"I hate you, Harry. I'd never ever forgive you for kidnapping my cat when we were small." There she said it. If she's gonna die soon she better let it off her chest. Before it could hit him right in the wound he builds a shield fast arguing back with a stoic chuckle. 

"Guilt tripping wouldn't help, darling." He tuts patting her cheek with the gun's barrel —- funny case it's empty of bullets. He just shooted all of them whilst doing target practice. 

"Fuck you." She yells. 

"It'd take much more action than just undressing me naked with your bare eyes." He squeaks dramatically. Stepping away and pouts when she huffs trying to kick her feet in his direction. 

"Not my fault that you're a perv." 

He pouts feigning fake disappointment putting a hand on his chest, "You're such a grudge holder." 

"Think about 10 ways to fuck me until then 'm heading to make amends for you -- see what they offer in return of their precious nerd." He smirks, it's sad such a gorgeous face could be such evil she thinks. 

// 

When he comes back she's fallen asleep from getting tired and exhausted being trapped in the same spot for hours, "Sorry, peaches but they don't want you back –- even told me to kill you if that what it ta —- oooh" He halts in his tracks closing the door behind him quietly not to wake her up and pads softly towards her, putting her dangling head back gently in a comfortable position and tucks a strand of her hair that's tickling her nose behind her ear. 

You're not supposed to act that way with your enemy, you FUCKER. 

His brain screams but his heart says otherwise. 

She has changed. She never cries anymore. Everytime they kidnapped her or she ended up being caught from his henchmen —- she'd always need company to make her feel less frightened from the hollowness of their buildings, would cry when they'd lock her up in dark rooms. 

It's awfully hurtful how once bestfriends turns into rivals just because of a conflict that ruined their and their families lives. 

She has been doing all of this for people who doesn't even care about her. They're using her and many others like her to build a nuclear power plant so they could become intimidating. 

He retires to sleep. Debating in his sleep whether he should just free her and tell her to sleep in one of the rooms of the buildings but soon the possibilities died when he was high in his slumber. 

// 

He groans, knuckling the sleepiness away from his eyes. He woke up from loud the thumping and found Y/N trying to break the door knob, he winces covering his ears when she screams watching him lunge towards her in rush. 

His chocolate curls bouncing atop his head. His emerald eyes speaking with morning's gold and lips ripe like cherry. His brows kinked in annoyance and expression pinched in rage. 

"You're confident." He rasps out in his morning husk and slams his hands on either side of her head trapping, cornering her between him and the wall.

"Did you really think it was going to be this easy." He nothing but purres, pushing her against the door. She gasps abruptly aware of their height differences moreso the radiation of power he daunts that she ignored her whole life. 

"Hmm." He hummed. Eyes black with intimidation burning her under the intensity of it, he keeps his focus on her, smirking. "It suits you. This trying to fight me, desperation is a beautiful look on you." 

"Fuck you." 

"I mean if, ask nicely." His smile is sweetly honey and lethal if you ask me. 

She glares at him with blazing daggers, "This isn't the way you make people love you." Her chest heaving with his heat close to her and his scent enveloping her. 

"Love?" He laughs fondly even, crinkled forming by his eyes and he breathes out when she hovers her dry lips over his's, "Sweet thing this isn't about love — if ye ask me far from that." He's lying. He's full of bullshit. 

"And yet you don't touch me or hurt me." She squints her eyes up at him wrecking her brain how to slip away from his hold, "If you beg so." He simpers awfully lewd for her. Sure as rock for what he said with his whole chest. 

"Come get me then!" She trips him aside and rushes for the door when he pushes her into it tightening his hand around her throat, it's aching him to tell her the truth but he wants to let her know her worth. He rests his forehead against her's muttering a rumble deep within his chest, "They don't want you Y/N." Her windpipes squeezes painfully. The statement punching her lungs. Tears springing in her eyes. 

"You're lying!!" She looks up at him shattered and desperate. 

He caresses his knuckles against her tear stained cheek, "Shh, shh baby I'll always want you even if they don't — " He jerks back when she blows hit at his brawny chest yelling at him. 

"It's because of you!! You, you, you." He sighs. Grabbing her wrists and pining them above her head, "Shut up, please." His chillness irks her more and she nips at him feastly. 

"Make me." So he does. When her eyes drift up at his determined ones it takes her breath away and she knew it was over for her. 

His lips catches her's in a hard kiss, driving them apart with the force of it. Nothing gentle mind mushing about it rather pricking needles into her skin with the severeness of it. She feels the door rattling against her back when he shifts, pushing her against it with his hips, every thought of her exploding into white noise of want and lust. The dark curl of desire twisting in her stomach and pearling sweat on her neck. With the last thread of restraint in herself she tries to pull away. 

"No." He says bringing her lips back to his's. Cupping her cheeks to deepen the kiss and it's ardent as before not loosing it's spark, she slips her hands under his shirt — pulling him closer and the low groan at the back of his throat, a small pleading noise of want sets her skin on fire. 

"Fuck me."  She mewls. Trying to latch on his body like a kitten with it's dainty paws. 

He glides his clammy palms down her bum and grabs her thighs wrapping them around his waist. Not breaking the kiss but tasting ever dulcet corners of her mouth and creating heavenly noises. 

The next thing they know she's crawling back with the help of her bum to settle in the nest of pillows and he's fumbling with his belt buckle quite aggressively, she tugs the hem of his shirt down not satiated enough from having his lips on her and meanders her fingers in his hair to pull at them roughly in order to flush her chest up against his's.

"Never thought your sheets would have smelled other than sex." Because, genuinely. They smell that of fresh mint and roses. 

"So, you think of me doing dirty on this bed you're laying at the moment?" He asks mock and degradation evident in his tone, "D'ya get wet dreamin' 'bout me railin' ye' to death?" He grazes his teeth along her jaw and sucks at her earlobe counting in her silence. 

"Shut up." She gasps, probably from the abrupt press of his bulge against the inside of her thigh. 

"Make me then." He growls. Fisting the hem of her hoodie and pulls it over her head throwing it among his skinny jeans. Her head falls back and lips tremble from the effect of slap he landed at her outer thigh —-- she knows she can't shut him.

Though he knows that her single command and he'd be at his knees for her. 

When she clings to him for dear life and whimpers in his ear softly, his eyes widen in realization and he leans away to watch her expressions diffuse into manifold emotions. His nose scrunches up and he holds back his cooes for her. 

She's a subby. A cute one. 

Her eyes blink open to the sight of him out of his boxers and it waters her mouth —- her mind manipulating her to lunge forward and take his heavy member in her palm to give a good suck to his shiny crimson head. 

Down her throat. Nestle her nose against the trim patch of hair under his balls. 

"Like what y'see, doll?" He highers his chin quite smug about her staring and she hates him for that, "Pretty cocky for someone who likes staring at his enemy's tits." Her voice groggy. She wheezes a squeak through her nose when Harry pulls his shirt over his head revealing toned pecs and abs -- skin sewn with tats. 

Unfortunately, she doesn't get to stare at it for longer when that shirt comes wrapping around her eyes blocking her sight. 

He can never let her have nice things would he?

"Wanted to gag your mouth with it … but I'd rather love hearing you moan fo' daddy." He nips at her collarbones -- sucking it harshly to leave a prominent mark. His calloused hand rubs over her tummy smiling against her skin when she jolts and lets a little squeal slip. 

His cock drips precome at her tummy and her breath shudders into heavy pants when the tip of his cock dipped in her belly button nudging it. 

"Ha —- " He glides his sticky head down her happy trail and slips his large palm into her panties cupping her with his middle finger teasing her entrance, "Couldn't hear you!" He ducks down to put his ear near her lips and drums the pads of his digits against her cheek. 

She huffs and squirms for a second then moans breathily when he spanks the side of her hip leaving a sting, "Oh my god, daddy." His grin victorious and he lowers down to smudge his lips against her parted ones -- kissing her tongue and humming around it. 

She's somewhere it's hard to configure out, in between paradise and wonderland. 

"Tell me princess, what d'I do with you in your filthy dreams?" He grabs her jaw patching gentle pecks against her lips and he slops his finger into her throbbing pussy, "Fuckin' drippin' down ye' bum fo' me." She cries out trying to hook her thigh around him but he hisses slapping her cunt hardly -- turning her into a thrashing mess. She's trying hard to suppress the bitter-sweet sensation of her own body getting out of control and her glistening pussy lips flutter erratically creating sloppy noises. 

She squirts drenching the sheets underneath them and her panties. 

He slides his arm under her arching back pushing her up against his chest with a jerk, "Daddy's askin' you somethin'." He grits, propping his knee in between her thighs to rub it against her soaking centre. 

She gulps, licking her dry lips, "You–your rings … ah!" Her whimpers are muffled against his chest and he twists his thumb in tight circles to smear her wetness from her slit to clitoris, "What 'bout them, doll?" 

How does she tell him she liked what he did earlier. 

"Daddy, please … " She whines blindly searching for his face but he grips her wrists in his one hand and groans, "How's daddy gonna make you feel good when you don't tell him, pet?" He takes a kitten lick of her perky nipple. Teasing her areola with the tip of his cold tongue against her warm sweaty body —- he laps at it hungrily then creates a suckling noises, the noises, his slobbery tongue on her body, his fingers curled inside her pussy and the thick humidity is too overwhelming, she feels like fainting. 

She wants him, inside her needy pussy. 

She can't take the teasing anymore. 

"Spanking! I – I liked it when you did it, please." He kisses her nipple for the last time before smashing his mouth against her's in a fervent sinfulness and parts away with a smooching noise to sit back on his heels, "It wasn't that hard was it? Just a word and I could give you my whole world." The sincerity in his voice makes her want to hug him and kiss him for lifetime but for now he has other plans as he rips her panties away moaning obscenely gruff at the sight of her pussy weeping for him to pound his cock inside her, so ready and full of dripping honeyed wetness  for him. 

"Your safe word is clouds." He whispers in her ear. He knows her limits and her resistance but by any chance he'd cross it he'd never forgive himself, "What's it?" He asks and she says in wavering, "Clouds." 

"Atta girl." He pets her cheek. 

Her nail scratches the side of his hands that are pinning her down when he spits on her already damp cunt, a loud noise resonates along with her needy cries when his free hand adorned in jewels came spanking her pussy and her pelvis remains lifted in air bathing in the sting of metal and the throb rattling in her whole core. 

"This's what you wanted?" He kisses his teeth slapping her slick clit again and again, "To be roughed up by daddy, hmm." She bobs her head squirming and wriggling. Her words struck in her throat. 

"To be manhandled." He hums a growlish moan tasting his own fingers coated in her juices, "I'll show you what being manhandled really feels like." He promises her. She gasps a sweet yelp when he flips her over and throws her bum up.

His cock rubbing against her thigh and her heartbeat fastens, anticipating something, crimping the sheets in her fists and mewls into the mattress when he spanks her ass loving the way it jiggles stroking it afterwards to subside the burn down before landing another brutal one. 

She bolts her eyes shut throwing back her hips at him and he lays all the way over her back pushing her down on the bed, her cum trickling down the inside of her thigh, "Want daddy's cock?" He asks. Slicking the head of his prick up and down her asshole and slit. 

When she nods vigorously he bumps it in furious circles against her swollen bundle of nerves, "Then beg fo' it," He says intimidatingly and she doesn't waste a second before blabbering shamelessly. 

"Daddy … please I want your massive cock inside me, all of it." In her entire lifetime -- she never once uttered these kind of words. 

His heart mushes into a puddle seeing her a babbling mess and grabby hands for him, he kisses her gently speaking to her with foremost affectionate, "shh, shh moppet. You could have it anytime you want it, daddy's g'na fill you to rim with his cum and make you keep it there for hours with his prick still snug inside your little pussy, just made for him, c'mere...yeah just like that." He lays her back gently that her front is facing him now and wraps his hand around her calve raising it and pushing it against her chest firmly.

A series of pornographic moans and whimpers echoes in his bedroom when he seathes inside her slowly stretching her out in by inch leaving a burn behind her pulsating walls, their breath laboured breaths mingling, "Fuck you're so warm baby —-- hugging daddy's cock so good." He whines looking down where they're connected and knotted. His stomach twists and turns, his hips stiffens and he resists from pushing inside her when she's not ready but her milking him with her wetness isn't doing him any mercy too. 

She gropes his ass, nudging him to move and their teeths clanks, temples falls against eachother and lips whisper prayers of their unrequited love when he pulls all the way back to pound back inside her roughly. 

"You're daddy's good girl, making him feel so good. I want to keep you to myself. all of you and cherish you, make love to you, w'na mark you however I want." He groans eyes rolling back under his closed lids grinding his hips against her's in rhythmic pleasuring motions to give her clit stimulations and she cries out feeling another bursting orgasm bubbling in her tummy. 

"'M gonna cum, daddy!" She tugs at his roots and he drives more maniacly inside her, "Squirt around daddy's cock pet, so your pussy could swallow it deeper inside you." The headboard of bed hits against the wall vigorously and she digs her heels deeper into the dimples at his back moaning at the top of her lungs when she gushes all over his dick making more squelching, soapy, dirty noises of him raming inside her. 

She desires for more. 

She has become one little insatiable thing. 

His balls smacks against her bum and his thursts turn faster to chase his high, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He curses nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and keeps his hand around his throat with the slight pressure of claimation. 

"Come fo' me again." He spanks her ass and she clamps shut down at him pushing him to the edge of ecstasy, "Squeezing me so tight -- gimme more, I know you can princess." Her legs tremble around his waist when she crampies around him and his cock's head strokes against her sweet spot doing wonders to just topple her off real quick. 

"Daddy!" She feels floaty and foggy head coming on his cock for the many times she has forgotten. Her mind blocking out even the weak shuddering whimpers and beaten moans of Harry as he reaches his orgasm unloading inside her -- his cum sticking thickly to her walls and some of it oozing outside of her pussy hole but he pumps it back with lazy strokes. 

He lifts his smushed face from the dip of her neck, his own curls sweaty against the nape of his neck and he smoothes his palms down her sides to calm her, his lips brushing featherly against the corner of her mouth as she keeps on blabbering something. 

When he tries to pull out gently she cries out pawing at his shoulders, "Daddy no!" He caresses her sweaty hair back and gets rid of her blindfold, pecking her nose sweetly. 

He wants to take care of her. He yearned to have her like this for years. He has to bring her back from her sub-space before it's too late. 

"It's no daddy anymore, petal. I'll crush you in this position — " Carefully he tries to retreat but stop when she says in a very dejected feeble voice, bottom lip wobbling and tears springing at the corners of her eyes, "You don't want me too?" OH NO. This's what Harry was afraid about. A breakdown. He saw the storm coming but didn't know it could be this worst right when she's in her sub-space. 

His face pales at that. His state in frenzy and panic. 

"No bubba. I want you my precious girl -- s'just you're gonna get tired like this, hmm. 'N I have so much to show you and make you meet new people -- couldn't have me baby walkin' on her wobbly legs for whole day could I?" He cups her cheeks tenderly and smiles down at her warmly smothering her in devoted kisses. 

"Promise, daddy?" She sniffles staring up at him with doe innocent eyes and he shakes his head, "Harry sweet angel, come back to me moppet." He keeps his gaze locked with her's, gliding his thumb delicately against her cheeks and seals his promise with a kiss. 

"Promise." 

She lets him pull out and he shushes her wrecked whimpers with his lips. Falling to side with a large puff of breather and embraces her with his arm slinged around her shoulders protectively and she hides her face in his chest, mumbling incoherent things and he tries to stay with her emotionally and physically much as possible -- assuring her and soothing her with his sweet nothings. 

"Harry." She whispers softly and his ears perks up at that looking down at her with most loving eyes, "Hi baby." He giggles quietly kissing the tip of her nose and she sniffs cuddling into him. 

"Sorry —- " He shakes his head pinching her chin to make her look up. 

"You don't have to darling -- s'okay, everything's alright." After, making sure she's okay and giving her million re-assurances because he loves to he cleaned her with a damp wash rag. 

"Such a pretty babe." He makes her blush treating her as if she's a china glass doll who'd break at his slightest poke and showers her in praises and kisses because dunno who got her self-esteem and confidence like that but that person sure needs to get punched in their face. 

"Did I hurt you?" He asks tenderly applying a thin layer of cream on her red imprints. She shakes her intervining her fingers into his's one by one and kisses his knuckle, "No." 

"Good." He chuckles as if he was holding his breath. 

"How bout you take a lil nap and I see if I could bring us some brekkie, hmm?" He's gonna break his own rule. Taking food from mess area to your rooms and taking long showers was never allowed, having lights on after 12 because of the risk of attacks. 

"'M not hungry, please stay." Her eyes half open and her face buried into his scented pillow, "Dunno. But to me you look like y'could faint any time soon." He says sternly pulling a snugly clean duvet over her body. 

"Okie but come back quick." 

"Don't worry. In a snap I'll be infront of you." 

//

It's her fourth day here. She came out of his room to socialize just a day before and she realized from the nasty glowers thrown her way that not a single person likes her. 

But it felt like spending a lifespan with Harry. To fill the emptiness of all those moments of their childhood together they lost once after the war. 

She got to know he's the best cuddler and likes to be a small spoon, she loves to jetpack him. He seems rather scary and is scary when he's commanding people off -- they wouldn't dare but to speak a word over him but he's this big softie Y/N likes to squish in their privacy. 

He got her glasses fixed and put them over her nose with a mishevious kiss, she was unable to not to grin when he murmered against her lips, "Now you could punch me with your glasses on." 

"Seems like I don't have to do that anymore." She shrugged squealing afterwards when he threw her over his shoulder tickling her till all she coul see was him and stars. 

It was all going on track until now when she was passing through the lobby to go to Harry who's practicing out in field, "What are you doing here Alex?" She asks angrily grabbing his arm and he tells her feeling relieved she's okay, "I'm here to take you back." 

"But they don't want me back." She grits, he catches her wrist pleading her sadly, "We want you back -- Nia waits for you daily." Nia is his five years daughter. 

"I know that … but — " How she's gonna tell him she's in love with one person they despise with their whole hearts. 

"But what — "

"Alex!!" He was in the midst when she sees a bullet approaching his way from the side of his shoulder and screeches loudly pushing him aside, the bullet makes it's home in her chest. 

It was fired from Harry's gun with his own hands that were loving on her an hour ago. Life drains out of his body and he feels sickness approaching to split his throat, knees turning weak as he stares his shaking hand in horror. 

Before, he could do anything another bullet hits Y/N in shoulder knocking her to floor and this time it was one of his people, the shot was fired on instinct. 

"Put your gun down!!" He shouts at him shoving him away with a single forceful push and strides towards where the love of his life's laying in a pool of blood. 

He pulls his hair maniacly, falling to his knees and pulls her up in his lap cradling her head gently to press his lips against her forehead, "No,no,no,no baby." He sobs wiping his tears away harshly to see her properly. 

"Ouch. It actually hurts." She gives him a frail smile raising her shaky hand to cup his cheek. 

Will it hurt? 

You'll get to know after taking one. 

He wishes he could takes his words back. 

"You'll be fine, you're okay, 'm so so sorry moppet. Didn't-- didn't know y'were standing behind him, bu –-- but s'...s'okay yeah —-- call the doctor!! Why nobody has called him yet!!!" His scream thunders aggressively as everyone watches  their commander this defenceless and vulnerable infront of them for the first time in shock. 

"It's not your fault, okay?" She manages to speak groaning and eyes rolling back from pain residing in her bones torturesly, he cries out like a wounded puppy patting her cheek to keep her awake, "Please stay with me baby, please." Her chest tightens. His chest tightens from the fear of loosing her and he stands up carrying her bridal style tumbling his way on wobbly legs towards the medical ward in the building. 

His tears shiny droplets on her skin and she nuzzles into his fragrance for the last time. 

"There was no happy ending to this," She murmurs. Any, sign of life fading from inside her and replacing her eyes with stoness.

He brings her closer to himself, "hey, hey now none of that -- you're not leaving. 'M not letting you leave." He kicks open the door and lays her limp body on the stretcher. Snapping his head outrageously in every direction to find any doctor but none and drags his palms down his teary face.

He couldn't stop crying.

He's loosing the sunlight of his bleak life he must protect her at all costs.

But, life's prize is something that would have him selling all of what he had worked for and still he'd be unable to even bring her back from cold dark earth.

"Shit. Shit ---– I'll patch you up myself. I know how to take a bullet out — " He creates a ruckus around to collect stuff, "Harry! Harry! listen to me." but her hollow anguish calls for him breaks him at last. 

"How about you spend these last few minutes with me because 'm really 'bout to die commander." She tries to keep her anxious voice cheery but fails drastically coughing blood, "Don't say that baby -- I just got you, don't leave me, don't make me hate myself again." Sad tears trickles down her cheeks and he feels like fainting imagining the pain, agony and fear she's suffering from. 

She's hating to leave him.

"Maybe in afterlife, we could have a nice homely house, long warm baths and two smol kittens —- and oh I forgive you for kidnapping my cat." She admires him for the last time wiping his tears away and tries to lift his head that's lowered into shame. 

She's so fond of him at the moment.

She gulps, trying to gasp for oxygen feeling her heartbeat drop to zero, pleading him, "Tell me you love me before I go." His bloodshot eyes snap to her's and his chest heaves ruggedly with heartbreaking sobs -- his words full of sorrow tasting the bitterness of goodbye on her lips streaking away the blood on her mouth. 

"I love you so much, baby. Never stopped. Never will." She cries at last kissing him back with all the blood she has left pumping to her heart and tries to exchange the words but it was too late before she lost it all -- cold in his loving embrace. 

"Stay…." He begs praying like he did never before. 

"Y/N!!" He screams trying to shake her alive and hugs his angel to himself with mournful wails. 

Everyone standing outside the room knows that they'll never see this Harry again. 

[writer-ish]

makai

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Dr. Brooke Spiers) Word Count: 3.4k Rating: 18+ (NSFW - minors dni) Author's Note: makai (mah-kigh) - one of the four key directions on Oahu, but used on all Hawaiian Islands; makai means "toward the ocean".

Premise: A follow-up fic to this text exchange. Ethan and Brooke meet for a little pre-planned Hawaiian rendezvous.

Hey, I’m here. Where you at?

Brooke taps out the message on her cell phone, keeping one eye on the almost-empty lobby.

It's late now - late for check-in, late for milling around, late, it seems, for Hawaii itself - and she'd be lying to herself if she said she wasn't feeling a bit sleepy—a bit like, maybe, she should be getting up for a six AM shift in Boston after having gotten a good seven hours of sleep the night before?

Rather than waiting for her elderly boyfriend to meet her for a late-night swim - and a little more, hopefully - after sleeping a total of five half-lucid hours on an airplane in the last twenty-four hour period.

She's about to text him again, when she hears a voice from behind her.

"Christ, enough with the texting already."

Whirling around, she can't help the grin that splits her cheeks at the sight of him. Without responding, she throws her arms around his neck, squeezing him in an impromptu hug. His hair is a little damp and appears freshly washed and there's the sharp, pleasant, and familiar smell of his cologne that she inhales when she presses her body to his.

He seems almost nonplussed at her public and spontaneous affection, his arms staying at his sides for a beat longer than they should, before he returns her embrace. She giggles as he even takes her for a half spin, kissing her neck before setting her down, hands lingering at her hips.

"Well, aren't you in a good mood," he comments, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

She shrugs, giving him a cheeky grin. "It's nice to see you. Plus," she adds, taking his hand and interlocking her fingers with his as she starts to walk, "I'm in vacation mode, so you're going to a get a much better version of me for the next few days."

He allows her to lead him out of the lobby and to the stone pathway that will eventually take them down to the beach.

"I like the version I get at home," he remarks once they're in the open air, which smells like hibiscus and coconut and the reminiscent warmth of the sun still emanating from the stones.

As they walk, he tugs her closer and puts his arm over her shoulders. She smiles up at him as she wraps her arm around his waist. He returns it, staring down at her with an inscrutable look, but one that causes a bloom of warmth to start in her chest and work its way outwards.

"It's nice to be somewhere different, though." Resting her head on his shoulder, they continue to amble down the path. "I like us at home, too, but…" She trails off with a shrug. "We work a lot. And don't see each other outside of work enough. I mean, I thought with you suspended I'd at least get a date night, then you had to go and get your freaking job back!"

He throws his head back and laughs, a loud, head-shaking, self-deprecating thing.

"Oh god, I've really done you wrong, haven't I?"

"Yes!" she insists, though she can't stop her own giggles. "Not even a dinner out. Our first movie in months was on the private jet that Vik got me."

Ethan rubs his chin thoughtfully. "I haven't gotten you a private jet yet?"

"Nope." Her hair tosses against her cheeks as she shakes her head, unable to keep the smile off her face. She loves teasing him, she loves being away with him, she loves—she cuts her thoughts short and focuses on their banter. "For shame, sir."

He glances at her and she sees the heat in his gaze as she calls him "sir". She bites her lip and looks up at him innocently. His eyes go from hers down to her lip in an instant and she laughs again.

"You're like one of Pavlov's dogs, I swear." Breaking free from him, she jogs lightly ahead of him down the path, her sandals slapping the pavement with her movements. "Anyway, your old bones are slowing me down. Keep up!" She takes off towards the beach, her sundress whipping around her legs, even as she can hear his bit off curse from behind her.

"I'm not running!" he calls, his voice growing distant as she puts more space between them.

"Your loss!" she yells over her shoulder, before turning around and jogging backwards to tease him even more. She screams as she sees him gaining speed quickly and her shrieks turn into hysterical giggles as he ducks down and lifts her effortlessly over his shoulder, continuing on without breaking his stride.

She buries her face in the thin cotton of his shirt so that she doesn’t wake up all the other sleepy inhabitants of their resort with her giddy snorts, especially when he playfully smacks her butt as he carries her steadily to the beach. Soon, she feels his steps change as his feet sink into the soft sand.

"Wow." His voice is soft and, even though it's coming from somewhere near her rump, it still carries over to where she is, hanging securely off his shoulder.

"I want to see!" She squirms and he grips her bottom, holding her still as he reaches up with his other hand. She feels him wriggle his finger under the heel strap of her sandals and she stills, waiting as he removes first one and then the other. Leaning forward, he places her down gently and she immediately wiggles her toes in the warm, fine sand before whirling around to take in the view.

"Oh, wow," she breathes as well, because truly there isn't another word for it.

The moonlight reflects off the dark surface of the waves, illuminating the gentle ebb and flow of the tide. Dark shadows on the horizon appear to be mountains or something in the distance - she hadn't had a chance to check out the beach in the daytime upon their arrival, so she's just seeing it now for the first time, perhaps not in all its colourful splendour, but still, majestic and beautiful in its own right.

And the stars - Brooke can't remember the last time she'd seen so many of them. They sparkle in the inky blue firmament like someone had tossed an infinity of tiny diamonds on a velvet tray. She breathes in the salty sweet air deeply as her and Ethan take in the view together, silently, for a moment.

"Thank you for asking me to come here with you," Ethan says quietly, eyes still on the sea and the sky. "I didn't realize how much I needed this… this quiet beauty. This moment of serenity."

She quirks a smile at him, taking his hand in hers. He looks down at their intertwined fingers and then back up at her face, his eyes warm and soft, the pale blue glistening in the moonlight.

"I did," she tells him simply with a little shrug, still smiling up at him.

He looks at her for another beat, his eyes conveying a message that only her heart understands, then he turns to her, stroking her cheek softly with his knuckles, before leaning in to place a soft kiss on her lips.

She cups his cheeks in her hands and returns it, keeping it soft, sweet, open-mouthed and warm. After a moment, she pulls back and looks up at him, the smile back on her face. It’s silly, but it almost feels like a permanent fixture tonight; one she can't get rid of even if she tries.

He’s watching her again, eyes heavy and heated, even in the glowing light of the moon. He slides his thumbs over her cheekbones in a light caress. "Brooke, I—"

Even though they’ve gone down this road many times before - the incomplete sentences, the longing looks, the words that are felt but not said - Brooke still feels her breath catch and her heart rate increase as she waits.

They stay suspended like that for a moment, the waves and the moon their only companions, when suddenly the call of a night bird, tropical and unfamiliar, breaks them from their reverie.

Ethan looks up and Brooke looks away, disappointed - though not surprised - that the moment got away from them again without any new revelations.

“Looks like we have company,” Ethan remarks, his voice carefully composed, even as he pulls her closer, rubbing her bare arms with his hands.

“Well,” Brooke replies, still determined to make this a good night, “as long as our only company is avian...” She pulls away from him, reaching up and teasing at the straps of her sundress. “What do you say we go for a swim?”

Biting back a smirk, he looks back and forth across the long expanse of beach. Her gaze follows his, ensuring along with him that they truly are alone. As much as she thrives on the spontaneity of a moment like this, she'd rather not have any of their colleagues - or any guest for that matter - see her naked. Which is exactly what she plans on being in due course.

“Looks pretty quiet.” His gaze locks in on hers again. “No?”

She nods, teeth catching at her bottom lip as she slowly backs up towards the water, pulling the straps of her dress down to fall on her upper arms. “Indeed it does, Dr Ramsey.” She pulls one arm out and then the other, leaving the dress clinging to the tops of her breasts. She continues to step backwards until her feet hit the shoreline, warm, frothy waves caressing her ankles. She laughs in delight and looks down, sliding around in the wet sand.

Ethan is closing in on her, his shirt already off. She sees he’s holding her sandals and his shoes in one hand, shirt slung over his arm.

“How’s the water?” he asks, though his eyes are still on the beach, as though he’s looking for something.

When she realizes his apparent destination, she can't help but shake her head fondly - he's walked over to one of the resort chairs, stacked up neatly for the evening, and is placing their shoes and his shirt on the pile.

Heaven forbid they get sand on them, she thinks, unable to stop the swell of affection she feels for her fastidious man.

Making her way over to him, she shimmies the dress up and over her head.

“Space for one more thing?” she asks innocently waiting for him to turn to look at her.

When he does, she gets immediate gratification at his dumbstruck look.

She had foregone a bra completely, so she watches as he takes her in from head to toe, nipples already stiffening in the exposed night air and under his gaze. She'd also pulled out the "special occasion" underwear, a lacy, boy-cut confection that she knew he'd appreciate.

And by the look in his eyes, he seems very appreciative.

Smiling cheekily, she shimmies down the underwear as well, tossing it to him before wading further into the water.

For all her bravado, standing stark naked on a public beach for longer than thirty seconds stretches the limits of her comfort, so it feels nice to seek both warmth and privacy in the languid tropical waves.

She had almost been worried that the water would be cold, but instead it's the perfect temperature - just nice enough to submerge herself in without feeling like she's entering a frigid bath. She wades out a bit deeper until the water just skims the top of her breasts and she turns in time to see Ethan entering the water.

Her heart picks up speed as she admires him, his naked, muscular body limned by the moonlight, walking into the ocean like some sort of reverse Poseidon, his eyes fixated on her and her alone.

Brooke shivers in a way that has nothing to do with water temperature, goosebumps lifting the fine hairs on her arms as she waits for him to get to her. The anticipation is sweet, but not as sweet as seeing him up close, smiling down at her as he collects her in his arms.

Their naked bodies slide together and she instinctively wraps her legs around his waist, feeling his arousal at the crux of her body. She kisses his neck, his jaw, his cheek, as his hands glide down to her bottom to lift her higher.

"This is nice," she murmurs, twining her arms tighter around his neck.

He hums in agreement, stroking her back up and down with one hand as they quietly watch the moon ripple on the horizon.

"I love touching you like this." He presses a kisses to her shoulder, squeezes her tighter. "If I could keep you this way, naked, pressed up against me, your skin on mine—if I could hold you like this forever, I would do it."

"Might be difficult to get work done." Her response is flippant, but his words have struck a chord deep inside her and her heart twangs painfully at the implications.

He snorts. "I don't care. Who needs work."

She pulls back to look at him, affecting a look of shock. "I'm sorry, who are you, and what have you done with Dr. Ethan Ramsey?"

He shakes his head, burying his face in her neck. When he speaks again, his words are muffled against her skin. "Dr. Ramsey has learned more in the past three years than in any of the previous years combined." He pulls back to look at her, one hand still holding her against him securely, the other pushing her damp waves back from her face. "Learned and grown and just—" He shakes his head before continuing. "Just tried to be better. To do better. Thanks to you." He kisses her and she can taste the salt on his lips.

"I can't take all the credit," she whispers against his mouth as they pull apart after a beat.

"Why not?" he whispers back, pressing another salty kiss to her lips. "You do it all the time at work anyway."

"Hey—!" She pulls away indignantly. "It's not my fault I’m the only one who can actually solve our cases—"

He laughs loudly and spins her around, making her lose track of her indignation as she dissolves into helpless giggles.

The warm water swirls over their bodies and she tightens her arms and legs around him. Her giggles inadvertently turn into a soft moan as she feels him, hard against her centre, settled right between her spread legs.

He tucks a kiss below her ear, nipping lightly at her pulse. "I want you so bad," he murmurs, sucking gently on the spot where he bit.

"So what are you waiting for," she breathes, her head lolling back as her hips move restlessly, her body stroking wetly against his length.

"Not in here," he groans, "the bacteria—not good for your—" He grunts as she presses more tightly against him, continuing to rub intimately in a way that has them both moaning.

"Have I ever told you—" She gasps, her breath coming out in short pants. "—how hot it is when you say the word 'bacteria' during sex?"

His response is a muffled groan into her shoulder as her jerky movements become more frantic, chasing the climax that has been inevitable since the first touch of salt water on her bare skin.

It's an odd sensation, the languid warmth of the ocean surrounding them while a different, more intimate, kind of wetness grows between. She misses the feel of him inside her during a moment like this, but there is something strangely, captivatingly erotic about making love this way. Their bodies sliding together in a new sort of intimacy, his rigid heat captured between her velvety folds.

“Ethan, I—” Her voice catches and his fingers tighten on her bottom, holding her to him in a way that hits that exact spot she needs it to. "Ah—ah!" She feels her muscles clench as a wave of pleasure crests…then crashes down over her. She lets out a moan, throwing her head back, the movement lifting her half out the water. Her nipples hit the cooler night air as her breasts emerge from the sea, and the feel of it in contrast to her climax sends prickles of sensation across her skin.

Ethan ducks down, kissing between her breasts as his hips jerk and finally still. He lets out a long groan through clenched teeth and she feels a bloom of warmth between them as she holds his head tightly against her chest. She can feel her heart pounding and his heartbeats echo hers from where his chest is pressed, closer to her stomach.

They hold each other for a protracted beat, the only sounds the crashing waves and their ragged breaths.

"Would you consider that," she finally says, still slightly breathless, "acceptable for my pH balance?"

He snickers deeply into her skin as he wraps his arms around her tighter before releasing her slowly. She allows her body to dip back and float leisurely on the bobbing waves. Letting out a contented sigh, she looks up at the stars, her eyes catching on a streak of light separate from the rest.

"Look!" She sits up quickly and grabs Ethan's arm, pointing at the sky.

He looks up as well and they watch as two, three stars make a quick descent from their position, a trail of sparkles in their wake.

"I've never seen a shooting star," she breathes, mesmerized.

He doesn't reply, so after a minute she glances over at him. He's staring at her, a soft smile tilting the corners of his lips. She can't see his face that well, even in the bright glow of an almost-full moon, but she recognizes the gentleness in his expression, the curve of his cheek as the shadow of a dimple barely appears.

She loves him so much.

She loves him so much that her heart aches with it, like a balloon that's about to pop or a cup that's overflowing.

She loves him for all his flaws, for all his hubris, for the ways he tries to be so good, and for all the ways he fails.

Her eyes well up as she looks at him, the words yearning to tumble from her lips. To tell him that she's always on his side. That he's hers, no matter what. There's no one else and there never will be.

That this is it, for her.

Instead she smiles back at him, albeit a little tremulously, and she leans forward, pushing off with her feet as she wades back to the shore.

He follows her quietly and they dress quickly, clothes awkward and difficult to tug onto their still-wet bodies.

As she grabs her sandals and goes to walk, he grabs her hand to stop her and pulls her into his arms.

They stand there for a bit, quiet and still, and Brooke feels all the little moments that have brought them here swirling around them in a hopeful nostalgia; the promise of things to come, built on a foundation of what they've surpassed.

"Time to sleep?" She looks up at the rumbling sound of his voice, blinking her eyes tiredly without even having realized just how tired she was.

"Mmm," she agrees, pulling away. "Your room or mine?"

He looks askance at her and she groans good-naturedly. "Fine, we'll be good. But see if you last more than one night without me. Just see!" She pokes his shoulder and grins at him and he catches her hand and holds it tightly against his chest, over his heart.

"Meet me for coffee tomorrow morning?" He brings her hand up to his lips and presses a kiss to the palm. "Hawaii has the best—"

"Yes, yes, I know, you talked my ear off about it on the plane, I remember." She shakes her head. "You're so boring I literally don't know how I stand you."

He grins at her and shrugs good-naturedly as they begin the slow walk back to the resort. "I try not to tempt fate too often by asking that very same question."

"Probably for the best." She tilts her head onto him and he drapes his arm around her shoulders. They meander down the path, away from the ocean, in comfortable silence.

She knows, deep down, how he feels about her. And if the final show of her loyalty to him is for her to wait until he's ready to tell her, well, then—

She'll wait.

[littlespace-imagines]

Little Obsession pt.2

(Eyeless Jack x Reader)

Part 1

**This is a CG/l story, it's 18+ there will bed D/S dynamics but Littlespace will NEVER be sexualized**

Warnings: Fem pronouns for reader, Semi-established relationship, Cursing, Stalking, CG/l dynamics, sexual thoughts, teasing, slight angst

"You’re here!" you yelled at your caregiver as you launched yourself into their arms, you wrapped your arms around their neck and gave them a soft kiss. This was the one you loved, not Jack, you tried to convince yourself. Your caregivers' arms wrapped around your back as they swayed the both of you back and forth.

"Oh, I missed my baby girl!" They said as he pinched your cheek you giggled and followed them around expectantly. You waited for them to unpack before realizing they were doing no such thing.

"What are you doing?" you asked when they started putting more stuff in their bag,

"Oh, baby, I have to go to another apartment, remember the scary stalker wants to kill me." you looked away for a moment, a feeling of dread pooling in your stomach as you blink back tears. Jack was right, Jack has been right. He always said that his caregiver would leave as soon as things weren’t going smoothly anymore. Jack told you they were a coward who only cared for themselves,

"We're moving?" you asked hopefully but you could already tell that there wasn't a 'we'

"Well, not right now, munchkin. You'll move in with me when we shake off this stalker," they say as they pack their shirts away. The words Jack said last night ran through your brain, you just nodded and went to go sit on the couch numbly picking at your nails while they finished, you’re head was spinning. When they were done they kissed your forehead and left assuring you they’d text you or call you, you didn't respond you just let them leave.

A whole year and a half of your life just walked out when shit got tough, left you here to possibly die instead of protecting you. You tried to push down the bubble in your chest as you picked up your phone to find a voicemail from your caregiver, you play it hoping to feel better.

"Listen, (Y/N) I think we should take a break, at least till this whole stalker thing blows over, it's just really stressful on me, ya know? Well anyways I'll talk to you later, I guess. Bye." You let your hand drop into your lap and you held your head in your hands. 'Hard on them? Really? I'm the one being stalked here.' Your mind screamed at you as you just tried harder and harder to suppress your tears. You got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen to get yourself some ice cream, I mean, after all, you just got dumped.

"What are you doing?" You hear an all too familiar voice ring out. You turn to look at the tall masked man, still fighting tears, when he sees this his body language goes from relaxed to alert in seconds.

"Littleone, what happened? I take my eyes off you for a couple of hours and this is what I come back to." You sigh and look at his boots, they're black heavy-duty combat style boots and suddenly they're immensely more interesting than his mask.

"I- uh- well....' You sigh and start over

"My caregiver kinda stopped by, packed their stuff, then broke up with me via voicemail?" You said not realizing you phrased it as a question

"Kinda?" Jack inquired

"Well, no, they did." As soon as conformation left your lips Jack was in front of you, pulling you into a hug. You didn't know why but this hug was the straw that broke the camel's back. You began to sob into his hoodie, standing in the middle of your kitchen, with this giant of a man comforting you.

"They’re so fucking stupid, they were never worth such a precious little girl like you," Jack says as he ran his gloved hand through your hair. You look up with your tear-streamed face and wipe your eyes and nose.

"Do you mean that?" You ask and Jack nods before cupping your face gently, you let out a small squeal when he picks you up and starts to carry you upstairs.

"What are we doing?" You ask nervously as Jack opens the door to your bedroom and sets you down gently on the bed.

"You've had a stressful day, which means that you should regress," Jack states very matter of factly and you just nod slowly, his logic was legit and made sense. You watched in amazement as Jack took over everything he got you out your favorite Littlespace outfit, put on your favorite cartoon, selected a craft for you to do, and even got you a snack of some cut-up fruit and yogurt!

You liked this, you liked that Jack complimented you when you showed him something you did, you gifted him a blue and black beaded bracelet because it reminded you of him and he immediately put it on, praising you,

"This is amazing, littleone, you're very talented." He said as he admired the bracelet you felt the blush creep on your cheeks it didn't take long for you to end up taking a nap.

(Jacks POV)

I looked over to see her about to drift off to sleep, I smiled and stood up, removing her craft kit and snack from the bed. I lifted her gently which got me a few whines in the process before I placed her under the covers. I sat beside her gently running the fingers of my gloves through her hair before she began to snore lightly, I waited for a moment before tugging off my glove and running my fingers through her hair. I relished the feeling of her silky strands running between my fingers.

I stared at her, this had started as a minor fascination and nothing else. Just a piqued interest, yet here I am after her caregiver who didn't give her the time of day and proper support she needed finally gave in as I suspected he would. I leaned over and grabbed her favorite stuffed animal and tucked it under her arm before placing the paci on the bedside table between her lips.

I got up and left the house hoping for the last time without my baby girl.

[sweetpxxches]

To tame a beast.

MAG!Hank x AFAB Reader

Reader uses gender neutral pronouns

This fanfic contains the following:

Smut

Gore

You guys asked, and even held me at gunpoint, therefore HERE IT IS, FOLKS! I hope you guys enjoy this shot. Because honestly why wouldn’t you.

The sounds of steel being scratched by heavy claws was one of the first things you heard down the halls of the AAHW building, you were looking all over for Hank in hopes that he hasn’t went too far ahead of himself again. You paced down the hall as the sounds of screams and splattered blood grew louder, knowing that Hank would be the one responsible for it. As soon as you slid into a stop at the broken sliding door, you saw Hank in the corner, ripping an agent by his throat with his metal jaw and canine teeth. To most people, this would of been a horrific sight to see, but for you, this is nothing new. Instead of a shriek in fear, you only shouted out at Hank. “Dammit, Hank! This isn’t where we’re suppose to be right now!” You stomped your way at him, and as you approached he slowly held his head up, dropping the meat of the agent out of his maw. He snarled at you, speaking up to you. "Who gives a shit? I'll do what I want and right now I want to fuck shit up." You squinted, grabbing the scruff of his jacket. "No, we need to go and look for Sanford and Deimos!" Hank shoved you off, towering over you. "Fuck off, I want to do what I want to do, and it's not that! They're probably still alive for all I know." Hank stepped away from you, and you got yourself up, dusting yourself off. "Hank, you usually act like this when something is bothering you." You started.

Hank paused, his head turning to you. "What do you mean by that?"

You crossed your arms. "You want something out of me." Hank faced you completely, unsure of where you were going for. "Where are you going with this..."

You stood your ground, looking up at the monster before you. "Hank, be honest. Have you been rebellious with your attitude because you want my attention?" As you asked, you knew the awkward silence will fill in. Hank made a frustrated hum, and you only squinted further. "Hank..." You spoke up, and Hank grunted. "Fine, fine! Fuck! I just got frustrated because you've been ignoring me too much!" He barked back at you, and you raised a brow. "What in the world are you going on about? I'd never ignore you on purpose!" You walked up to him, tugging on his arm. "Come on, Hank. We don't have time for this-" You huffed, seeing his isn't budging. Sometimes you hate it when he's stubborn, because it wouldn't be easy to convince him to do what you want him to. The MAG side of his mind has turned him more demanding, somewhat selfish to himself since now he desires to 'work' more often, so you have to try and think ahead so you can figure what you can do to have him satisfied. You sighed, looking around the room to see what you could use to lire him out. But with not much you could offer, the last thing you had at the back of your mind was...

Ah, no. You'll regret it if you do it, just look at him. He's a ruthless brute who would destroy you in seconds. And yet... it's not like you wouldn't like that. Hank was already making his move down to the next room, but as soon as he stepped away, you grabbed his arm again. "Wait! I think I know what will convince you to listen to me."

He turned his head to you, staring. "And what do you think will make me take orders from you like some dog?" You blinked, and grew awkward, humming in place of thought as you gulped. "Do you want to just use me? For today? Maybe that will give you something good to feel?" That was an even more awkward approach. He didn't even know what to say at that request, other than a simple head tilt. But he seemed curious, and even faced you completely as he stepped up towards you, towering over you. "You're seriously asking that? Of all places?" He questioned, and you began to step back from the plan, embarrassed and thinking you made a mistake, but the moment you attempted to, Hank's large claws gripped onto your hips and held you into place. You held your breath, assuming Hank was getting annoyed with you, but you saw him lean close to level his face with yours, you can see the glint in his eye.

Yes, yes he does want to. And now you'll have to endure his strength. "You know, I'll make it worth while. Let's just hope your legs last." He teased, as he picked you up and placed you by the wall, bending you over which had your upper body against it as he gave you a lift up on your hips. It seems he didn't want to waste time, seeing how he practically ripped away what was on your pants and undergarments. You cursed under your breath knowing you'll have to walk around with your ass out now, if you'll even be able to walk after this, that is. Though, the feeling of being exposed like this hit a certain need within you, and his snarling only grew louder as he had a tight grip on your ass, spreading you open to have a taste of you. You tried to have a grip on the brick wall against you, but it wasn't as easy as it seems, especially with the fact that Hank was eating you out. Though, it wasn't a long session to your dismay, for all he was attempting was to lube you up for what's coming. You looked over from behind, puffing your cheeks at him. "Oh, come on, not even going to do it more on me?" With that statement, he curled his fingers around in your hair, and pushed you back against the wall, shutting you up. "This is my choice and I'll do whatever the fuck I want to do here, understand?" He snarled into your ear, and just with that alone made you drip with anticipation. Hank didn't want to keep wasting time, with how you are now, and his hard on only growing he needed you now. You bit your lip as you heard the pants zipping, and it wasn't long until you felt a familiar thing making it's way against your slit. Eyes widened however, as the moment he slid inside your cunt, it felt as though he was stretching you out. You made a moan that ended with a yell, realizing that his size was far more challenging than his original. Though you can tell this bastard was smirking from behind, knowing you were having a bit of a hassle trying to have it all fit inside you.

"Th-This isn't going to fit..." You shuttered, hands against the wall.

Hank could only chuckle, his hands sliding down back to your hips to hold you. "Then I'll make it fit." As Hank stated that, he slammed his whole length of his cock within you, reaching at your limits against you. At this point the Agents from the twelfth floor probably heard you, because as that moment his cock hit you against your cervix, you felt your mind break, almost as though Hank has turned something on within you. Your eyes lifted up, tongue hanging out as you felt Hank thrust into you, your walls already clenching at his efforts. But you knew he wasn't gonna stop until you get your fill. Hank could feel a bulge forming every time his shaft hit against your edge, knowing you're enjoying every single second of it. You couldn't help but move your hips with him, and he laughed lowly as he sees you helplessly ask for more. "Whatever happened to you being the one to order others around, huh? It didn't take long until I made you my bitch." He leaned over and bit your shoulder, making you smile through the pain and pleasure that waved through. "Remember your damn place next time, and maybe I won't break you." He lifted you up by under your thighs, you gasped as he had you in the air. He leaned against the wall, and continues to thrust inside you. Your cunt began to reach it's climax, coating his cock with your own cum. He growled at the feeling, your scent alluring him. "You couldn't even last long... pathetic." He huffed, though he didn't stop, and he wouldn't stop for something as minimal as that.

You felt his cock throbbing eventually from what felt like days, you noticed he was picking up the pace. His growls only to ene it with a roar, slamming you down on his cock balls deep inside you, filling you to the brim. His warm cum forming a bulge inside you, and as soon as he lifted you up off his cock, his seed poured out of you. You couldn't even mutter a word, you were dazed. He could tell that you had enough, as well. It was a moment of silence, and he placed you onto the floor, seeing that you were trying to keep up with your heart racing.

"Hah, maybe you'll need help out of here now, huh? Wait-" It clicked.

You just tricked him into being convinced to get you out of this place. And he squinted down at you seeing you had a smirk under that mess of hair covering your face. "You bitch. Fine! We'll leave! But only because you have to anyway." He muttered and cursed under his breath, lifting you over his shoulder as he stormed out the building.

In the distance however, two agents were standing there with plate sized eyes after witnessing whatever the hell happened there.

"... So how are we gonna explain this to the Boss without it sounding like a porno?"