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kookslastbutton · 1 year

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Love's Remedy ༓ jjk (m) l ch. II

✑ Summary: Jungkook is a romantic. He comes from a highly intelligent family who wants him to carry out the lineage. Being this way, he goes to college to be a pharmacist but his friends say college isn't just about studying! With a little persuasion, he goes to his first frat party thinking his hat will help him pick up a girl-or woman he means.

Pairing: STEM major!virgin!jungkook x STEM major!hot girl!reader

AU/genre: angst, smut, fluff, s2l, college au, mini-series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 2,783

Warnings: angry koo, jealous koo, gym rat koo, thicc thighs koo, protective koo, kook checks his abs out, koo gets in a physical fight with an aggressive jerk that involves punching, name-calling (half pint, hermit crab, b*tch, Bambi, honeysuckle, kookie), mention of blood (minor), jk is very cute and determined towards oc, oc has philophobia (fear of relationships), oc has poor self-esteem, cussing, bit of crying...sorry lot of warnings this chapter

Now Playing: seven, summertime sadness, she’s kerosene, angels like you+

A/N: Yes, I'm aware this chapter is short, still Jungkook is shirtless in half of this and I am not sorry. This chapter also gets heavy but I hope you enjoy! 💞

<< ch. I ༓ ch. II >> | series masterlist

A week passes since the frat party and Jungkook hears nothing from you. He's reluctant to accept that you've likely already deleted his number but why else would you be radio silent? Why would someone like you ever be interested in a shy little nerd like him?

He's disappointed but when he gave you his number, it's not like he was expecting anything in return.

Well, he can’t stay hung up on you forever—he'll give you one more week. In the meantime, it’s 5 p.m and he’s off to do his daily lifting at the gym. He read somewhere online that evening is better for building strength, and that is exactly what he intends to do.

With a basic black tank top and gym shorts on, Jungkook scans the expanse of the facility. The place isn’t too crowded being that it’s nearly dinner time but it’s still moderate. He’s hoping Jackson will join him soon, considering they’re buddies now because isn’t that what guy friends do? Workout together?

When he makes his way to the weight room he quickly finds it's packed with guys double his size. Half of them look like they're upperclassmen while the other half is split between first-years like him and a small handful of women. He sheepishly strolls over to an empty pull-up bar, deciding to start with chin lifts.

Jungkook sets his water bottle on the ground, reaches for the handle, and lifts his body up until his chin is level with the bar, legs swing in the air slightly. He then extends his arms back out. The burn in his biceps feels good. He repeats the motion a few more times but has to stop when he hits six.

He takes a big swig of his water, already sweating evident from the tank top sticking to his back. The coolness of the water helps but between his own sweat and the sweat of others around him, Jungkook is tempted to throw his shirt off. Most of the men in the room aren’t wearing any more than shorts anyway so why can’t he?

Jungkook grasps the edges of his tank, pulling it up a little. How did his abs look? Were they good enough to show off? He’s working out diligently since 14 but he was still on the smaller side compared to the rest of his peers.

The mirror to his left helps him get a better look so he shifts his body over. When he does he catches a slight glimpse of a familiar face in the top right corner. Jungkook instantly drops his shirt, whipping his head around.

What were you doing in the weight room? And with some buff guy twice his size closely behind you? All he’s doing is staring at your ass in those tight purple shorts which so happens to have a matching crop top.

Jungkook scowls at the sight.

When you take a seat at one of the bench presses a couple of feet away, his eyes widen. The guy you came with stands behind your head as you lean back. He helps you set the barbell. It’s too far for Jungkook to hear what he’s telling you but he’s convinced it’s nothing good. Whoever this guy is he won’t stop grinning, and you’re grinning back!

You said you don’t do relationships. You said you'd think about going out with him. You said a lot of things but here you are with some guy that looks an awful lot like a boyfriend, how disgusting…

Fuck it.

Jungkook turns his eyes away from you, yanks his tank off, and grabs the pull-up bar again. He’s gonna knock ten of these out in one set.

Shoulder-width apart, he keeps a steady pace though he makes sure to take deep breaths to prolong his stamina. His eyes fixate on the back wall of the weight room to avoid you and your supposedly new boo from getting in his head.

Apparently, you just didn’t want him. It’s fine. Jungkook exhales. It’s all fine.

After three sets of chin-ups, Jungkook releases himself from the bar to check his phone. He takes another glug of his water too.

Jackson: hey Kook, I was planning to join you at the gym today but I got my family in town tonight. Man, it’s only been a week….can you believe they’re here to visit already?

Jungkook: Wow, all I’ve gotten from my family is a short text saying good luck. They must miss you a lot but yeah, it’s no problem. We can work out another time?

Jackson: You got it bro. Thank you for understanding 🙏🏼 Also, there’s a second thing 😬

Jungkook: ??

Jackson: I might have told my parents about you so are you free to get lunch with us tomorrow? My parents want to meet you. Our treat.

Jungkook: Really? Okay yeah. I’d love to meet them. Time?

Jackson: We don’t know yet but likely 1pm if that’s okay?

Jungkook: Sure, I’ll just be studying so. Text me when you know.

Jackson: I will. How’s the gym?

Jungkook hovers his thumbs over the keyboard. When he glances up to think, he’s reminded of your lingering presence. You’re no longer bench pressing anymore but instead doing a set of bent-over dumbbell rolls. With the way you’re torso’s angled, anyone who’s anyone has a direct view of your rear end. Any decent person would pay it no mind but that same douchebag next to you keeps gawking.

“It’s not meant to be a fucking sex position,” Jungkook mutters and types out a response. “Fucker.”

He makes his way to the black punching bag on the other side of the room, passing a strong glare at that young man as he nears the two of you. He doesn’t know his name but he’d really like to go over there and knee him in the balls. His eyes flicker at you for a moment, so pretty.

“The hell are you staring at my girl for half-pint?” The man calls Jungkook out in an aggressive stance. “Keep your eyes in front before I fuck you up.”

Frazzled, Jungkook scurries to move past the both of you with his head down. “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything.” He doesn’t get three steps before a solid form blocks his path.

“Who are you apologizing to? Your feet? Look me in the damn eye when you talk to me.”

“Jun-ho stop,” you come up beside the man, tugging at his arm. He yanks himself out of the grasp, however, jolting your body back. You nearly lose your balance.

“I’m just trying to teach this little hermit crab what happens when you stare at another man’s woman, baby.”

Jungkook clenches his fists as you struggle to re-stabilize yourself. You should not be with this asshole. He doesn’t deserve you, he doesn’t deserve to be calling you his baby. Who the fuck does he think he is shoving a woman like that.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” you spit. “I’m not your woman. Now leave Jungkook alone. He doesn’t need this.”

Jun-ho gives you a cocky smirk. “Oh? So he’s Jungkook huh? You know him too. You fucking him behind my back or something?” He takes a step towards you. Jungkook lunges forward seeing your obvious discomfort.

“Don’t touch her!” Jungkook stands between you and Jun-ho. He’s shaking so badly but he doesn’t budge. “Take another step and I’ll–I’ll–“

“You’ll pound me in the ground? You and what army? You can’t even talk.” He snorts and moves to toss Jungkook to the side. “Get out of my way.”

Jungkook feels the back of his neck heat with rage, his ears red and burning. There’s no way in hell he’s letting Jun-ho get to you.

“She told you to stop, so why don’t you just–fuck off!” Jungkook shoves Jun-ho back with as much force as he can. His body’s not built and his arm muscles aren’t as ripped but he’s got some big fucking thighs that manage to anchor him to the ground.

“You shit.” Jun-ho grits his teeth and punches Jungkook straight in the gut. Jungkook doubles over in agony. His hand clutches over his abdomen as he groans. You hurry in front of him but you’re thrown to the side by a pair of large hands. “Move bitch,” Jun-ho snaps, eyes bolstered on the smaller man.

“Hey, what the hell is going on over here?” The manager of the gym rushes over to the three of you. He grabs Jungkook and offers him support. “You can’t be doing this young man. You need to leave now.”

Jun-ho shakes his head. “Count yourself lucky this time Jungkook. Could have been a lot worse if it weren’t for this old man getting in the way.” He stares at the manager and then at you. “Come on __.”

“You’re fucking nuts if you think I’m coming with you. I’m staying with Jungkook.”

“No, you’re fucking not.” Jun-ho reaches for your arm until his head is knocked backward by a clean, punch to his jaw. “Fuck! You Fuck!” He holds his jaw, stumbling into a rack of dumbbells behind him.

Jungkook’s knuckles bleed as he holds his own wrist. He winces at the sharp throbbing and stinging from the punch. “Okay no more, no more,” the manager anxiously darts his eyes back and forth between him and Jun-ho. “I want you all out of my facility this instance.”

After being thrown out of the gym, Jungkook returns to his dorm room. He insists he takes care of his injury himself but it doesn’t sit well with you so you follow him.

“I’m so sorry about this Jungkook. Jun-ho’s a bastard.” You finish wrapping his knuckles in the elastic bandage then lean forward to place your hands on his shoulders. “Promise me you won’t ever do that again.”

Jungkook holds your pleading stare from his seated position. Your soft hands are simultaneously soothing and unsettling. He’s not mad at you for what happened at all. But seeing you with a jerk like Jun-ho when you rejected him, someone who’d never treat his girl like a piece of trash causes all kinds of knots inside him.

“You’re not going to see him again right? Because I can’t make that promise if you do.” His voice is low, nervous that you'll say yes.

Jungkook might not have personal relationship experience but he's witnessed his share of unhealthy relationship dynamics more times he'd like to count.

“Jungkook…” You muster up the best reassuring smile you can and tuck a few loose strands of his hair behind his ear. “Nothing's going to happen between me and Jun-ho anymore. We weren't anything serious. But you care too much about me, I’m not worth the trouble.”

Hearing this, he reaches a hand up to close over yours. “Please don’t say that. Everyone deserves to be cared for and as long as I can help it, I’ll be the first to do it.” His big, doting eyes search into yours. "And good, don't go back to him __. He's not the type of man you need."

"And what type of man do I need Bambi?" You stroke his puffy cheeks and quirk your head to the side inquisitively. Jungkook flinches at the touch.

"Bambi?"

"You didn't like it when I called you baby so, had to come up with something else."

"But." There's that pout again. Jungkook doesn't like being called a baby but when someone reaching this level of adorable, its so hard to shake. "But I just knocked a bitch out for you. How can you keep calling me baby names?"

The chuckle that leaves your lips is heaven to Jungkook's ears. "Aww Jungkook," you coo. "It's 'cause you're a little honeysuckle. So sweet to the taste." His ears perk up at that, gnawing on his bottom lip. "But if you want me to call you something else that might take some more time for me to figure out. Until then do tell me, what do I need?"

"Someone that'll protect you."

"Mhm, okay but—"

"Emotionally, physically, and mentally." Jungkook lists out loud. "That means someone to stand up for you, support you in the ways you need. Someone to help keep losers like Jun-ho out who only look out for themselves." He pauses, contemplating thoughtfully. "You need someone you can trust too. When you're sick you'll be taken care of and he'll never ever cheat on you. Even if you fight, he'll always stick by your side. You'll watch movies together, cuddle under the covers, and stargaze on summer nights. He'll also peel perilla leaves for you and love you until sunrise. Finally, when the time's right he'll ask to marry you, only if you want, of course."

Jungkook waits for you to give him a reply, a little breathless. He notices the distance between you and him somehow got larger. You're now about two feet away from him when you were only mere inches before.

"I'm sorry." He lowers his head. "It's silly I know. Everyone tells me I'm some kind of dreamer boy, just a hopeless romantic."

"It's not silly Jungkook." You soften your expression. "It's a beautiful idea and somewhere out there will gladly share those things with you. You'll live a full life together having all those wonderful experiences."

"Wanna have them with you though." His eyes flicker up at you. "I really like you __."

Oh no, no no no. You push down the pressure building from inside you. "No, I can't. I'm sorry Bambi, I want to but you don't know me." A small tear spills out of the corner of your eye. "I'm not able to....I can't love you like that."

Jungkook gets up from his chair and reaches for your trembling hand. You're tempted to pull back if it weren't for the fact that your hand feels warm in his.

"I can," he says. "I can love you if you let me."

You shake your head, and another hot tear rolls down your face. "Sorry, I don't know why I'm even crying." You quickly wipe your wet cheeks.

"You don't always need a reason. Sometimes it just happens and that's okay. I cry all the time when I'm by myself." Jungkook grabs your other hand slowly. "Just wanna be here for you."

You blink back the remaining tears welling in your eyes. You're embarrassed this is happening at all. Jungkook is the sweetest, most kind-hearted, and most selfless person you know. He shouldn't have to be dealing with any of this.

"If we can't go out, is it okay that we are friends?"

"I don't want to do that to you Kookie."

"Hey, I like that one," he says with a lifted voice.

"You do? I didn't even think about it like the others."

"You were thinking about me?" He bounces in the air a little, at least that's what it looks like to you by the sudden rush of energy Jungkook responds with. He likes knowing you've been paying attention to him, even if only a smidge.

You dart your eyes past him, fingers curling in his hand. "Well I mean..." Jungkook waits intently. "I guess...yes, some."

"Oh please __, please let me take you out. We don't even have to call it a date."

"You're too persistent, you know that?"

"But is it working?"

"I'm not ready yet Jungkook." His shoulders slouch and he opens his mouth to say something though you continue before he can get anything out. "To give you an answer. I'm not ready to give you an answer yet is what I'm trying to say."

"Well, that's okay. You wanna think about it longer? We can four years until graduation."

"You're such a goof, you'd wait that long for an answer?"

Jungkook shakes his head. "No, I'd wait that long for you." He pauses. "Okay maybe I have been watching one too many Korean dramas. Even I threw up in my mouth a little."

Too both share a laugh, this is the weirdest, emotionally exhausting day ever. "Thank you for what you did today with Jung-ho. And for trying to comfort me. Will you possibly be able to wait another week? If it's too long you can tell me. I've made you wait long enough."

"A week from now, let's meet up okay? Or call at least. Even if it's a no, I don't want this to be the last time I get to see or hear you."

"Okay." You nod. "I promise."

And that was the end of that night, as Jungkook walks you to your dorm soon after. It was getting dark out after all.

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sweet-writings9 · 8 months

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Only For Them | Prologue

Summary: A lone omega was on the run from a ruthless alpha. Running was all she knew until she bumped to two certain alphas that would change her life forever. Crazy things happen to her once she realizes that they are her mate. Two mates. How will she able to cope?

Characters: Omega!Fem!reader , Alpha!Steve Rogers, Alpha!Bucky Barnes (James Barnes)

genre: omegaverse au, alternative au, love, humor, angst, comfort, yandere

notes: hello everyone ! my old account got hacked so I had to make a new one sadly *cries* anyway, I hope you guys like this! i had to edit it and make some changes. if you are interested and wanna get tagged just comment below or send me a DM. Feedback is appreciated. Hope you guys enjoy this little peek lol

Footsteps echoed through the dark city as rain poured even harder. Slight winds getting bolder as they came stronger by the second. A soft thud echoed in a dark alley as heavy breaths were heard. [Y/N] tried to catch her breath as she was on her knees in a puddle. She had been running for the past hour from him. He had finally found her. After so long trying to get away from him, he found her once again.

In the back of her mind, there was this small little voice that kept nagging at her that he would always find her no matter what. Her whole body shivered as she managed to get up.

Chills ran thru her whole body as she walked deeper into the dark alley.

"I need to keep moving.." She mumbled to herself as she kept her feet going.

If she stopped then he will catch her again. She couldn't let that happened. She already caused a lot of trouble for everyone.

Especially two men that hold her heart so deeply.

Steve and James.

Tears rolled down her face at the thoughts and memories of them. She was only with them for a couple of months and it had been the best time she's ever had. She wouldn't let him hurt them. She would never forget herself if they are hurt because of her.

Even her wolf is hurting. Clawing and howling at her to get back to her mates.

Well, now her ex-mates.

Her heart was tearing so much at the last moments she was with them. How she had to hurt them to get away.

She couldn't move anymore as she leaned against the wall, sobbing her heart out.

"Stupid [Y/N]…I'm sorry Steve…James. So sorry." She mumbles as she slides down to the ground, exhaustion winning the game. "I'm so pathetic..such a pathetic omega."

Her vision was slowly getting worse as she was seeing double now. As she sat there, memories of her time with them flashed in her mind once more. Her lips curved into a smile at all the love and care they gave her. Even the rest of their so-called family. They welcomed her with open arms which she wasn't used to. She felt like crying even more from losing them to him. Fear of him hurting her new family. She would rather give herself to him than have him hurt her family.

Her mates.

The thought of her mates was killing her even more. She gasped for air as it felt like someone had punched her so hard that she couldn't breathe.

She wrapped her arms around herself as if she could just turn invisible. She wished all this ended. All the pain. All the running.

Just everything to stop.

She sniffed as she tried wiping her tears or so called rain. She knew that she had to keep moving. She couldn't stay here. She slowly managed to get up on her feet as she was about to be on the move until something stopped her.

More like someone did.

"Doll…?"

Her eyes widen at the soft, broken tone that she's very familiar with. Her body froze for a slight second before she kept moving.

"Take one more step and you'll get it."

Another familiar voice that she knew.

She shook her head as she kept her legs moving.

"Leave…me..alone." She says out loud, trying to sound confident yet it sounded like a cry for help.

"Like hell! Doll stop this!"

His yell made her shake in fear at his alpha tone as she gripped on her head, trying to forget all about him.

"Please…just stop…" She mumbled to herself but loud enough for them to hear her.

"We will never stop."

That voice sounded closer which caught her off guard. She cursed under her breath as she was about to make a run for it until she bumped into a hard body. A warmth that she knew very well.

She gasped as she backed away and looked up to see blue eyes looking at her.

It was Steve. He looked so broken and hurt.

"It's all your fault that he's like that." A small voice echoed in her mind.

She shook her head as she backed away from him, hoping that she can outrun him but as soon as she turned around, she noticed someone in front of her. Someone she knew very well.

"Doll…please stop this. Just come home with us."

It was Bucky. James as he would always tell her to call him.

He was the most emotional one of the two and she could easily tell that this was hurting them two. Not just her.

She shook her head as she backed away from both of them. If she ever got too close to them both then she'll give in to them. She couldn't do that. She had to leave and fast.

"I…I can't go home. He'll…find me. He'll kill you to get…to me."

Steve and Bucky looked at each other before looking at her, getting closer to her.

But the closer they tried to close the distance, the more she'll open it.

"We can protect you, love. You know that we can protect you. You're save with us." Steve tried to reason with her.

She shook her head.

"No, if he hurts you then…I..don't.." She couldn't even finish the sentence.

She kept looking away as she tried to find a way to escape them.

But there was no way.

She was weak and tired. Also an omega. Unlike them that are alphas.

She didn't know how long the silence was but it suddenly stopped once she felt rough hands cupping her face as he made her look at him.

"Bu..Bucky…"

Rough lips smashed against her as she couldn't help but moan at how bad she had missed him. It had only been a week since the last time she saw them. Now, they were here in front of her and Bucky was kissing her with so much passion. She could feel the burning sensation thru his body pressed against hers.

"Don't you dare leave us again, Doll. I don't care about him. I only care about you." He mumbles against her lips before kissing them again harder. "It's been only a week and I'm this crazy looking for you. I'm not letting you handle this alone that's why we are here. That's why we are your mates. We are in this together."

[Y/N] gasped as she looked up at him, staring into his beautiful, brown eyes that she grew to love, but that quickly changed as she felt another pair of arms around her waist. A different type of warmth behind her. She glanced back to his blue eyes staring at her with so much love in them.

"S-Steve…"

"Love, we've told you before. Whatever happened in the past with you, don't worry. Me and Buck will protect you. No matter what. It doesn't matter whom or what. We will always protect you." He said with a stern look on his face while he leaned down and gave her a passionate kiss.

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jemgirl86 · 21 days

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“Hey, Sam?” Bucky called, as he walked from room to room on their first floor. “Sammy!” He said, voice growing more frantic. “Sam, wh—

“Yeah? Yeah, what?” Sam said, sliding into the kitchen, a towel wrapped haphazardly around his waist. “What’s wrong, Buck?”

Bucky rose from where he was looking under the table and did a double take at the sight of his husband, half naked and still dripping with water.

His mind went blank.

“What?” He said, dumbly.

Sam’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “You called me.”

“Right,” he said, coming closer. When he was within touching distance, he did just that, and wrapped his hands around Sam’s waist. “I did call you,” he murmured into his neck. Now if I could only remember why, he thought, absently, as he unashamedly breathed him in.

Sam huffed, but he was starting to become more amused than annoyed. “Focus, Bucky.”

“No.” He mumbled, between peppering kisses along Sam’s throat. “Can’t. You’re in a towel.”

“Yeah, I am, because I was just getting out of the shower when my husband started yelling like the house was on fire,” he deadpanned, then shrugged Bucky off of him. “Is the house on fire?”

Bucky blinked, finally getting back on track. “Does it look like it’s on fire?”

“No, which is why you’d better have a good reason for yelling like that.”

Sam started to cross his arms over his chest like he always did when he wanted to let Bucky know he was disappointed in something he’d done, but at the last second he remembered he was only wearing a towel, a towel he actually needed to hold onto if he wanted it to stay up, and he had to scramble to catch it before he exposed himself.

(It would’ve been kind of hard to look like the mature one with his dick out in the kitchen.)

When Bucky snickered, Sam blew out a breath, closed his eyes, and counted to ten.

“What do you want, Bucky?”

“Oh, yeah. Where are the cats?”

Sam frowned. “What do you mean ‘where are the cats?’”

“Alpine and Figaro,” he said, slowly. “Have you seen them lately? I haven’t seen my girl all morning, or your furball.”

Sam pursed his lips at Bucky’s choice in nickname, but didn’t interrupt.

“Anyway, I know that’s not exactly strange, but they never came out after I filled their dishes when I got back from taking Aisha to the bus stop. I shook the bag and everything.” He started to look anxious. “Were they shut up in the room with you?”

“No,” Sam said, the worry in his voice instant and obvious. “At least I don’t think so.”

They both stared at each other for a minute, then took off in the direction of the stairs, heading straight for their bedroom.

Without a word, they started searching. Sam on one side, Bucky on the other. Methodically. Orderly. The same detached and businesslike manner they’d used hundreds of times, during a whole other life, to go through some bad guy’s hideout, they used now to go through their own room.

When neither cat turned up, Sam finally got dressed, then they went through their entire home inch by inch, even the parts Bucky had already covered.

Then their entire property.

But still, nothing. No sign of Figaro or Alpine.

“There’s got to be something we’re missing,” Sam said.

They were in the kitchen trying to regroup.

“Like what?” Bucky snapped, but they both knew he was angry at the situation, not Sam, so he didn’t take it personally. “We don’t have a cat door, we didn’t have any visitors yesterday, and as smart as our girls are, they didn’t get up and open the door and let themselves out this morning.”

“No shit. I’m just say—

“Someone took them!” Bucky interrupted, punching the table.

“You think someone broke in here, the family home of a retired Captain America and a retired Winter Soldier, and not only did neither of us notice — not only did this magician make it past all the insane, over the top security you have worked into this place— but they broke in and all they wanted was our cats?” Sam asked, incredulously.

“Well, they are very special cats,” Bucky mumbled, deflating a little. Because, yeah, it sounded kind of ridiculous when Sam said it like that.

“I know, baby,” Sam said, and patted his hand. “But I don’t know if they’re that special to anyone but us. Well, and Aisha.”

As soon as the words were out of Sam’s mouth, the lightbulb went off above both of their heads.

“You don’t think—

“I would’ve noticed—

They’d started speaking at the same time, but before either of them could finish the absolutely insane thought that had just entered their minds, Sam’s cell phone began to ring.

He didn’t even have to look down to know it was going to be Aisha’s school

“Hello,” he said, and then mentally braced himself when the secretary at Saint Joan of Arc’s Catholic School began to speak.

Five minutes later they were on their way to get their pets… and have a talk with Aisha about the Dos and Don’ts of pet safety and show and tell, apparently she needed a refresher in both.

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atmilliways · 1 year

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Even Then

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written for ‘Pool’ | wc: 442 | rated: Mature cw: They absolutely just had sex

“Did you know I peed in your pool one time?”

Steve, still trying to catch his breath, doesn’t know how to respond to that. “You. . . . Huh?”

Eddie repeats himself. Steve doesn’t need to see the guy’s face (pressed to the nape of his neck while they both come down) to know that he’s smirking.

“Could you, maybe . . . pull out before you say shit like that?” Steve manages finally.

And, yep, Eddie is definitely laughing at him now, he can feel the breath and shift and hint of teeth of it against his skin. “Aw, baby—” and the way he draws the word out makes Steve flush, he kind of hates how easily that happens (even though he doesn’t, at all) “—you don’t have to worry, watersports aren’t my thing.”

Steve wonders if he can suffocate himself on his pillow simply by turning his head and letting gravity take him. Or if it would be worth half dislocating his arm to try and punch Eddie in the head from this position.

“That’s not what I meant.”

With a low chuckle, Eddie disentangles himself and tosses the condom. He settles back down on the mattress, stretching out by Steve’s side and rolling his boyfriend back against his chest.

“It was at the last of your blowout birthday parties,” Eddie explains as he reaches over to clean Steve up. The t-shirt he’s using is pleasantly soft. “I was selling, needed the bathroom, ran into you and Hagan.”

Steve settles into the gentle care and embrace, consistently the only things that keep him from pouting at the empty feeling of after. He’s frowning instead now, because he doesn’t remember. The last one had been in April of ‘83, before . . . everything.

“Don’t remember the party,” he mumbles. “Definitely remember the hangover.”

Another chuckle into the back of his neck, warm and tickling the hairs there. “Sounds about right. You pushed me in, you know. Even after I warned you.”

“Shit,” Steve groans. “Sorry. I was a total asshole back then.”

Eddie hums—not a disagreement, but not a condemnation either. “You were drunk enough to see double, I’m still impressed you picked the right one of me to shove. But you know what I noticed even then, Stevie?”

And Jesus H. Christ, the way Eddie’s voice drops half an octave on the last sentence. If they hadn’t literally just finished it would’ve been enough to get Steve ready to go; as it is, he takes a shaky breath.

“What?”

The lips on his skin curve into a wicked, indulgent smile. “Even then, you couldn’t keep your eyes off me.”

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RIP MC (Sorry Cove)

Takes place anytime after Step 4. Cove loses (female) MC after a medical incident.

Cove stood at your closet, glancing over your wardrobe. He let his hands touch over every item, breathing in your smell that still lingered on the pieces of clothing. When he found a dress -- your favorite dress, not your nicest but the one he knew you felt the cutest in -- he paused, then pulled it out.

He put it on the bed in a pile of things to send over to the funeral home.

They'd asked him in kind, gentle voices to put together some things for you to wear for the burial, and it wasn't a task he was taking lightly. He knew your moms or Liz might want to pick something a little nicer, but he was certain he knew you best, and he knew you'd want to be comfortable.

He tried not to think too much as he opened your jewelry box, looking for something that stood out, or when he looked through your shoes and came across your beach sandals. You wouldn't be needing those anymore, but he couldn't bear to consider the depth of that.

It had all happened just so fast -- so incredibly, frustratingly, heartbreakingly fast. Your blood pressure was high, too high, but your doctors knew that, that's why they admitted you to the hospital. They put you in some medicine he couldn't remember the name of, something that went in an IV and made you a little loopy, but you were joking about it. You were still ok. You were still you.

Then it got higher, then it got higher again. He remembered nurses moving a little faster, more doctors he had never seen before coming in. He tried to ask what was happening, but only got quick reassurances, if anything at all.

"She'll be ok," they'd told him. They were wrong.

At one point you'd started seizing -- a sight he was sure he'd never shake from his memory. Then you stopped. Then you were gone.

The rest was a blur, and Cove wasn't altogether confident that this horrific moment, the costume design for your funeral, wouldn't end up in the same mess of grief that the rest of it had. He remembered his mom holding him. His dad crying. Your moms had talked to him for a while, but he couldn't for the life of him recall what they'd said.

Going over the dresser one more time for anything you might want to wear for your last outfit, he saw your perfume and stopped. He lifted it to his nose, considered it, then sprayed a bit on his wrist. When the scent fully reached his nose, he let out a choked sob and doubled over, as if he'd been punched in the guy physically instead of just metaphorically.

He couldn't do it. He just couldn't. What would life look like without you? He couldn't picture it and he didn't want to try. How was he supposed to go through each day without you by his side? You were in everything -- the ocean, the flowers, the summers spent making sandcastles and the winters spent curled up in each other's arms. Each moment brought another thought of something you'd done together that had marked him for life, or something that you'd never get to do together, no matter how badly he yearned for it.

Cove started breathing harder, tears rolling down his face. He couldn't catch his breath and he didn't know what to do with himself. He flailed his hands, sad little screams escaping his mouth, just utterly and completely lost.

Then his phone rang.

With a shaky hand, he pulled it out of his pocket -- your ma was calling. He answered without saying a word.

"Cove, sweetie," she said in a voice holding a massive sadness of her own. "We're outside, are you ready for us to come in."

"Yeah," he managed. "I think I've got everything together."

"All right, Pam and I will get it taken care of. See you in just a minute."

Cove hung up the phone and dragged his still-shaky hands over his face, trying to pull himself together. He picked up your dress, shoes and a little bag of accessories your moms could go through. That was good enough.

He was by the front door when Pam knocked lightly, and he opened it, not even bothering to try for a smile. They didn't either.

"Trade?" your ma asked.

Cove nodded. He carefully handed the outfit over to Pam, then reached out to grab the car seat that Noelani was holding. There he was -- your newborn baby boy, fast asleep in crisp white pajamas, impossibly tiny and totally clueless about the mother he'd never get to meet.

He looked over the baby, wanting to check once again to make sure he was ok. He knew he was -- little baby Holden had been closely monitored and given a clean bill of health -- but he no longer felt comfortable being too sure of anything if someone could get ripped away from him as easily as you had been.

"He's a great kid, Cove," Pam told him. "He's a good eater, a good sleeper. I think you lucked out with this one."

"I'm thinking he takes after his mama," Noelani added, fresh tears in her eyes. "You're in for a great ride."

He couldn't bear to look at them then, their own grief so plain on their faces. Instead, he kept looking at the baby -- his chubby cheeks, his tiny hands, his pouty little lips with drool pooled at the corners. He looked like you, and Cove couldn't tell whether that was a good thing.

"We'll get out of your hair and give you two some bonding time," Pam finally broke the silence. "Your parents are coming over?"

"Yeah," he answered, glancing up at them. "I told them to wait, I wanted to be alone while I ..." he gestured to the clothes, unable to verbalize what they were. He knew, and that was bad enough.

"Of course," Pam said. "Don't wait too long to call, all right?"

"I won't."

Your moms left, telling Cove to call if he needed anything and promising to call themselves to set up more time with the baby soon, and that was it. He was left in the home you shared, with the baby you carried, and you weren't there. You never would be.

The tears started again, and apparently the baby felt like having some bonding time after all -- he woke up from his nap and started crying too. Not bothering to try to stop this time, Cove just kept sobbing as he unbuckled the car seat and pulled his son out, so careful to support him properly. He held him gently to his chest, but before he could get up to prepare a bottle or check for a dirty diaper, the baby quieted, just soothed by the touch of his father.

"Oh, ok," Cove said with a tragic little laugh. "That works."

He wasn't sure how long they sat like that, taking solace in each other, but by the time the baby did start crying properly, he felt steady enough to stand up and make his way to the kitchen for a bottle. He still felt entirely broken, and the concept of feeling ok was laughably far away, but he could do this. He could take care of his son.

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Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 33: Infiltration

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Splinter rushes down the hall and into the elevator, slamming the buttons frantically. The doors finally slide open and he rushes in, practically punching the key for the lobby. It's an eternal misery as he waits for the elevator to arrive, and he instantly bursts through as soon as the bell dings and the doors release him.

"Michelangelo!" he shouts in a mad panic, searching all over for him. "My son, where are you?!"

His heart pounds in his chest as he rushes up and down the streets looking for him. He thinks he sees a blur of dark green and bright yellow scurry away into the town.

"MIKEY!"

Splinter runs after him, though he knows he's already lost him. With Mikey's newfound speed and agility -- not to mention the wall-crawling advantage he now possesses -- Mikey will be long gone by the time he reaches the point he last saw him.

Splinter rushes to the first person he sees -- a bear Yokai leading a group of young children down the street.

"Excuse me, miss?" he asks, hands quivering from anxiety. "Did you happen to see a lizard-turtle-snake-jaguar-monkey mutant run through here?"

"I beg your pardon?" she asks, flabbergasted. "A what now?"

"My son! He's green with yellow spots and long claws and a tail," Splinter rambles. "He ran off and I can't find him!"

"I didn't see anyone like that," the bear Yokai answers, still a bit concerned and confused.

Splinter thanks her anyways and runs off in the direction he last saw Mikey go. He approaches an axolotl couple and asks the same thing. And he gets the same result from them, too.

"Meh," the husband shrugs. "Didn't see nuthin'."

"Sorry, I can't say I have," the wife sighs.

Splinter groans and continues to run, calling out his son's name as he does.

"Mikey!" he cries, over and over and over again.

After an hour or two, he gives up. Mostly because he's exhausted from all the running around in circles, and because he's losing his voice from the shouting.

Splinter sighs, sliding down against a stone pillar and contemplating his next move -- when he hears a buzz from his pockets. It's his cellphone. He doesn't even need to see the caller ID. He instantly knows who it is and why they're calling. He hesitates, swallows, and pulls out the phone. The screen is blue, with one of Leo's baby pictures as the icon.

He taps the green button, answering the call. He tries to greet his son, but the words get caught up in his throat. Splinter waits for Leo to engage first.

"...Dad? Hello? Are you there?" Leo asks.

"...Y-yes, Blue. I'm here."

"Hey, where are you guys? We just got back to the room and it's empty. Did you take Mikey out or --"

"Leonardo."

The line falls silent. Splinter very rarely uses their names. Leo knows that whatever follows... is bad, bad news.

"...What happened....?" He whispers nervously.

"Did you not call for Mikey? Didn't you see him?"

"Call for --? No, why would I -- Pop, just tell me what happened! Isn't he with you?"

Splinter swallows again. He forces the words out.

"Michelangelo ran away from me."

Silence.

"...Where are you?"

"In the Hidden City center square --"

A blue light sparks from behind him, a sound of swirling wind and sparkling magic. He turns to see a portal open up, and Leo steps through -- face pale as a sheet, his expression constantly switching between absolutely furious and utterly devastated. He hangs up the phone, which he's practically crushing in his grip as he stomps forwards.

"Pop," he says, voice low and eyes wide. "What. Happened."

Splinter shakily explains about how he'd fallen asleep during the movie, and woken up to find Mikey in a manic state going around the room and shouting for Leo. He told him how Mikey said he'd heard his brother calling out for him. As he recounts the event to his son, the rest of the group pour through the portal, wondering what has happened. Splinter catches them up as best he can.

"...And then he jumped out the window and went off to look for you," Splinter stammers. "I went after him from the lobby, but by that point he'd already gotten to far away that I lost him in the crowds."

The old rat sighs loudly.

"I am so sorry, my son. I should have --"

Leo takes his father's hands in his own, getting down on one knee to be eye-level with him.

"It... it's not your fault, Dad," Leo trembles. "I should have known he wasn't ready... But I thought he'd learned his lesson. I thought I could trust him to..."

Leo groans, lowering his head in despondency.

"I just can't believe he made up a story about me calling him."

"...I'm not so sure he did..." Splinter murmurs.

Leo looks back up at him. His forehead wrinkles in confusion.

"What do you mean? He had to have made it up! I didn't call for him, and even if I did, I was miles above ground and even more miles away fighting noise-cancelling mutants! And you yourself said you didn't hear anything!"

"But that doesn't mean he didn't hear something."

Raph steps forwards, scratching the back of his head as he tries to understand.

"What're ya sayin', Pops? That Mikey heard something he thought was Leo?"

"Yes. Mikey wears his heart on his sleeve, his thoughts are never hidden. I saw the look on his face, how he responded... this wasn't an act. He wouldn't do that. He heard something. I am sure of it."

"Could it have been an auditory hallucination?" Donnie wonders aloud.

"There are hundreds of Yokai down here, many with mystic abilities and genetic ones," Splinter counters. "You'll find several people know how to mimic a voice."

"That doesn't explain why only Mikey heard it," Donnie chimes in. "And why someone would want to mimic Nardo's voice to --"

"...To lure Mikey away?" Leo finishes.

The group exchange glances.

"What if... it wasn't a Yokai or a mutant that figured out how to copy Leo's voice?" Raph realizes.

He turns to Leo, who grits his teeth and nods.

"Donnie. Trackers. Now."

"Already on it, leader," Donnie returns, clicking away at his wrist tech. "He's above the surface. Judging from the speed and direction he's going, I'd say he's in a vehicle."

"They found him," Leo gasps. "They're taking him back to the TCRI!"

"I'll call Bishop," Casey says, whipping out a cell phone and dialing the number he was given.

"What do we do?!" April shouts worriedly. "The last time we lost him, he was gone for a whole week and came back with no memories! We can't let them do that to him again, we gotta save him!"

"It won't be enough to just 'save him' this time," Donnie adds. "They'll only keep coming back for him. We have to stop the TCRI for good!"

"But how?" Raph asks, pacing back and forth. "I mean, how do we take down a secret government organization without violating any laws or branding ourselves as terrorists?"

"He has a good point," April relents. "You guys are already viewed as, like, New York City's personal cryptids! And the other mutants aren't exactly helping your case right now..."

"Maybe we can... I dunno, ask for help?" Leo thinks aloud. "From that Bishop guy? He said something about trying to take down the TCRI and the EPF. Maybe he can help --"

"I don't think so," Casey mumbles, nervously looking back at the group. "The number's been disconnected. I can't get through to him."

"What do you mean, disconnected?" Leo asks.

"It means that the phone is no longer in service," Donnie explains.

"Thank you, Dee. Where would we be without you."

"Probably in a dark hole making elaborate dances to elder gods hoping to get the cable working again."

Leo rolls his eyes.

"He meant what does it mean if a government agent that was working to help us suddenly has his personal phone disconnected, Dee," April grumbles.

"Oh, that. Well, that would indicate that his cover's been blown and they eradicated all proof of his existence so no one will suspect anything when he also disappears," Donatello elaborates.

The group go silent.

"Well, this can't be good at all."

"I'll try calling the other number, then..." Casey whimpers.

"What other number?" Leo asks.

"Agent Bishop gave me his contact info and one for a scientist or something that was helping him out. Professor Honeycomb, I think..."

Casey types the number into the phone and dials.

It's silent as they all listen with baited breath.

The phone rings once. Twice. Thrice.

"H-hello? Who is this? How did you get this number --"

"Uhhhhhh hi, i-is this Professor Honeycomb?" Casey mumbles.

"Honeycutt, and y-yes, it is! Who is this?"

"My name is Casey Jones, Agent Bishop gave me this number for emergencies and --"

The voice on the other end shushes him quickly.

"Please, keep your voice down... Bishop gave you this number? Then... you're one of the mutants? Or the human child?"

"I'm the human," Casey confirms. "Where's Bishop? He's not answering my calls..."

Honeycutt's voice pauses before hoarsely whispering back to him.

"...Bishop was taken prisoner by the TCRI. They found out he was working as a double agent for you guys... I don't know what happened to him beyond that. They haven't told me anything concerning his condition --"

"When was this?!" Leo asks, jutting into the conversation.

"Th-three days ago," Honeycutt responds. "They took him to a sublevel and locked me in my lab. Hang on a mo', you sound familiar--"

"Wait, they found you out too?" Casey yells. "B-but how do you have a phone?"

"It's my private burner phone, I keep it hidden for emergencies. Though, I'll have to destroy it after this call..."

"Listen, Honey-guy, they found Mikey again. They're bringing him back to the building as we speak. Is there anything can you tell us that might help?" Leo asks.

They hear Honeycutt hum as he thinks it through.

"Well, I know that they've been commissioning a heck of a lot of weapons designs and strange technologies, so if you were planning on storming the castle, prepare for heavy artillery. And be aware, they have video evidence of your existence."

"Video?"

"Yes. During the invasion. That's how we were able to identify the human boy -- er, Casey. And we have some surveillance of your home base, as well as drone shots of you fighting at the pier and in a junkyard. There's even some audio clips, if I'm not mistaken."

"Audio..." Leo connects. "That's how they had my voice... they caught me on tape!"

"You do talk the most," Donnie chimes in. "And the loudest."

Leo grumbles at him as Casey tries to continue the conversation with Professor Honeycutt.

"Why do they want Mikey so badly?"

"I can't say I am entirely sure, my field of research is mostly limited to the technological side of things. But I do know that Dr. Rod Timothy considers mutants to be the next evolution of humanity, and Dr. Chaplin was incredibly invested with Mikey's powerset and abilities. The last test he did with him seemed to really excite him."

"What test?"

"The test with the A.L.P.H.A. device--"

The phone's speakers pick up the sound of sliding doors, and a gruff voice that chastises Professor Honeycutt.

"Hey! Whatt're you doin'?"

"O-oh! Nothing, just... uh... talking to myself! Being isolated in an office space for a week can really affect a person's mental health, you know!"

"Well, cut it out! And get back to work!!"

"A-absolutely, sir! My apologies... Um... goodbye..."

Casey hears Professor Honeycutt lean close and whisper into his receiver.

"And good luck!"

The phone clicks. The line goes dead. The group stands in silence, exchanging soft glances between one another as they contemplate what to do next.

"...So? Any ideas?"

"We're going after him," Leo growls. "Now."

"NOW??" Casey gawks. "Are you serious? We have no plan, no idea what to do, or what kinds of weapons they have!"

"He's kinda right, Leo, this isn't exactly the time to do a 'go-in-guns-blazing-to-save-your-brother-because-the-enemy-kidnapped-them' type of thing," Raph mumbles, his hand subconsciously reaching for his eye.

"Well, last time we waited a week before going in! I'm not doing that to Mikey again. We're going back in there. Today."

"With what plan?" Donnie counters.

"With this plan..."

Leo gathers the group together in a huddle as he explains their next moves.

"Me, Raph, and Donnie will use our ninja skills to enter in from the vents at the roof."

"But what about me and CJ?" April asks.

"You'll need a distraction to get in. And I think I have a pretty good one in mind..."

Inside the TCRI lobby, the secretary sits behind her desk, typing away. A security guard sits beside her, trying unsuccessfully to flirt. It's late afternoon, and she's ready for a break so she can doomscroll on Facebook while absentmindedly eating her bagged lunch. She doesn't notice several people take position outside the front. But she does notice when when a young woman kicks the door to the lobby open with a furious expression.

"Hey, lady!" Cassandra Jones shouts, commanding attention. "You work at the TCRI or something?!"

"A-ah, yes?" The poor woman stammers, jolted by the sudden noise and aggression. "How can I help you?"

“I wanna see the boss man right now!” Cass yells as she rushes into the building. “I got a complaint against one of your products!”

“Excuse me?” The guard at the counter asks incredulously. “What product?”

“My toaster!” She yells, slamming a beat-up appliance onto the desk. “Look at this! It’s pathetic!”

“Um… we don’t… make toasters?” The secretary tries.

“Oh yeah? Then explain this!” Cassandra shouts, lifting up the bottom of the toaster to show a pathetic logo hastily printed on the bottom.

“…That says ‘RITC’, ma’am.”

“I wanna see the head geek!” Cass bellows, jumping up onto the countertop and pointing her hockey stick at the secretary. “Or I’m gonna smash this place to bits!”

Cassandra starts whacking the toaster with her hockey stick, then rams it into the computer. Sparks fly, and the secretary yipes as she hides under the desk, shouting for additional security.

Several guards rush in from an elevator. As they do, Casey Jr. and April run into the building quickly.

“GIVE ME TOASTERS OR GIVE ME DEATH!!” Cass battle-cries, body slamming into the guards that run in. “GIRL SCOUT SQUADRON, ATTACK!”

Several ten year olds rush in from their hiding places previously stationed within the lobby, and begin to pummel the men with stale brownies.

"Dang, Cass has been training them well," April mutters as she and CJ dash towards the closing elevator and slip through.

Cassandra winks at the two, giving them a thumbs-up before the doors slide shut and the lift takes them away.

"Well, that was easy enough," Casey Jr. sighs. "What's next, Commander?"

"You remember the plan," April says as she climbs onto his shoulders and lifts up the ceiling panel. "The guys will enter in through the roof and find Mikey. You go looking for Honeycutt and Bishop, and get them out. I'm going to the records room to find any information on this 'A.L.P.H.A. device' or whatever the doc called it."

"And we meet back at the turtle tank in 30 minutes, unless they call to abort the mission," CJ finishes.

"Right! See you then," April adieus, climbing through the vent and clambering away.

CJ stays in the lift, waiting for his floor. Following the building plans that Donnie had accessed for the original rescue mission, the private offices would be near the top floor.

The doors open, and CJ peeks around the corner.

The halls are empty. But there are security cameras twelve feet apart from each other. CJ activates a device from his gloves that Present Donnie made for him, igniting several mini zappers and firing them one-by-one at the cameras. They each go down with a fritz and a zitz.

Casey Jones Jr. makes his way down the hall. He'll rescue Honeycutt first, then the two of them will find where they've been keeping Bishop.

CJ runs, passing each door with caution. They all have names printed on them... Dr. V. Falco... Dr. R. Cobrato... Dr. F. O'Toole... Prof. L. Cycloid... Dr. M. Malignus... Dr. M. Richards... How many scientists does this place have?!

Casey spots one door in particular -- Prof. Z. Honeycutt! That's the one!

He goes to the door and starts pounding. It's locked. He rams against it, once -- twice -- three times! The hinges break loose and the door cracks down the center. Casey kicks it down the rest of the way and rushes into the apartment room.

"Professor Honeycutt!" He calls out. "Professor! I'm here to... rescue... you...?"

The apartment is empty.

April kicks the emergency exit panel down and slides through the tiny opening into the hall. For the most part, it's deserted. There is one guard, but he's going to the exit stairs. Now's her chance!

April books it to the end of the hall, skidding to a halt as she gets to the records room. There's a keypad lock, but she's been prepared for this! She whips out a small ninpo USB drive that Donnie made for her and slams it into the keypad. There's a crackle of purple sparks, the keypad glitches, and then dings. The locks click and the door slides open. April peeks through and sees the room is empty. She ducks in before a security guard can catch her. It's dimly lit, but the files are all here. Now she just has to find the right one...

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Lucky

Shy M!Reader x F!Yandere OC

Part 4~

Her Info: 🪓

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!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: M!reader, reader has a penis, reader referred to as he/him, reader has balls and they take damage, reader is cross dressed, reader voms(sorry! you hate blood in this one, not too descriptive tho!) names against reader-not by fl-(pussy, ), violence against reader, bullying, framing, names for reader(Captain, )

Anything in red reader isn’t aware of.

Upon awakening you find that you’re still in Lucy’s lap. Her hand is on your head, and her plush legs are red marked up from where you had been laying on her. There’s an alarm going off somewhere, you get up to look for it, Lucy barely stirs.

It’s your phone going off on her nightstand. You pick it up, and shut it off. It’s a workday…. Uhg. You really don’t want to go in to your shitty retail job… It’s not that it’s hard, it’s just embarrassing and boring.

“Hey Lucy?” You nudge her and she mumbles before rolling onto her side facing you. As her long black painted lashes rest, they flutter slightly in her dreaming state.

You tuck some of her hair nervously behind her ear. Way too much air exits you after, why’d you just do that!? “Uhg!” You stress yourself out.

Okay. We’ll time to head out if you want to even make it to work. You’re a whole forty five minutes away, your google maps is saying. You are still in this stupid dress and collar too. At least she bought you regular clothes too.

Wait… But they got taken to your apartment, you’re going to have to ride in a nuber…. In a frilly dress.

“Fuck!” Oh shit! should you leave a note?? No… That’d be weird, right?

Fuck the note. Fuck the dress and collar. Whatever it’s time to stop playing pretend and get back to reality.

You storm out of her room, and find your way back to the foyer. you aren’t even sure if you actually remembered the way or just got lucky, but you did it. now just to wait for your nuber ride.

Thankfully, the driver doesn’t question you.

You rush into your home hoping nobody saw you… Ezra, lives practically next door, who knows what he’d do if he saw you in a dress! He already seems to hate you, even if he’s never actually picked on you in particular.

You went to middle and highschool with him, and he never really bothered you, he bullied other kids who you were never jealous of.

Once inside you catch your breath before running to your bedroom. On your bed and the floor in front of it, are the bags of clothes Lucy got you. Your bed is also made, and your old clothes are mostly cleaned out aside from a few of your favorite pieces, which, how did they even know which ones were to keep?

You don’t dwell, you’re almost on time! You really can’t afford to lose your job!

You got in trouble for the collar, but you at least proved that you couldn’t take it off for the shift, and they didn’t hassle you too much after that.

After work you take an almost empty bus home, it’s practically a blessing.

You notice the strawberry blonde back of Ezra’s head with a couple of his gang members out on the sidewalk near your apartment.

As soon as you step off the bus, “Y/N, my good ol’ pal! You live right here don’cha?” Ezra claps his hand on your shoulder, and gets real close to your face.

“Ye-yeah?” Your voice comes out a strained and higher pitch than normal.

“Good, good, i need ya to hold onto somethin’ f’r me.”

“N-no thanks, Ezra, hah, so-”

“Na, na, na, you don’t get it, you’re holding onto this gun f’r me.” He states.

“No thank you.” You try to walk away swiftly and get to your building door, but his fingers dig into your shoulder and he pulls you back as if you weigh nothing.

“You don’t wanna do this f’me? Fine.” Ezra grabs you by both of your arms and holds them behind your back.

One of his goons suddenly punches directly into your gut. “Oooof!” all the air is knocked from your lungs, and you double over. Ezra grabs your skull and pulls your head back up. His guy punches you again, this time your left eye is the casualty.

Again he hits you, and you taste blood.

Bile starts forming in the back of your throat…

Your cheeks puff out and your lip quivers.

“Oh shit, Ezra, he’s gonna blow!” The guy takes a step back, his fists lowering.

“Fucking pussy.” He knees you in the balls from behind and throws you onto the ground, embarrassingly with your face down and ass up.

You try as hard as you can with the sharp pain in your lower half, to lift your self at least somewhat off of the ground, and allow yourself to throw up. Eventually you make it off the ground, and you’re stuck there dry heaving without any air, and the metallic tang stuck in your mouth.

“Y/N! What happened?!?” Lucy springs up and starts digging through her bag.

You’re back at class. She was dissociating again when you entered and she seemed like she was gonna say something when you sat down, but as soon as she saw your black eye, her whole demeanor shifted to a more panicked state.

“Listen to me Y/N.” She stops searching for a second to clasp her cute warm hands around your face, and hold you. “I need to know who did this to you.” She’s serious and somehow way scarier than Ezra and his gang. Her wide eyes are wild and her pupils are huge, they swallow her deep brown irises.

“Ezra,” you swallow. Something tells you you shouldn’t have told her, but something told you that for your own good you better have.

She walks out of the lesson.

“Wait!!” You chase after her and look back at the class who doesn’t look the least disturbed. Even the professor doesn’t seem to care.

You lurch forward and grab her wrist, which she snatches back instantly.

“Wha- Lucy! Wait! What are you doing?”

“Oh! Y/N!!” When she sees you it’s like she’s shocked you’re there, even though you haven’t stopped calling her. “I’m sorry…” She whispers, looking down.

Tears are filling her eyes now, “No, it’s okay i shouldn’t have grabbed you!”

“It’s okay!! that’s not… Why I’m mad. Why did Ezra hurt you?” She asks getting lost in thought and dissociating again, “He knows better.”

“He wanted me to hold a gun for him, and i said no.” you ignore the last thing she said. You aren’t sure what kind of stuff she does with other people… “Wait, Lucy… You’re not like… Dating Ezra are you?”

“HAH! Dating him? N-” Her eyes squint and she looks directly at you, “Whyyyy~ ya jealous? hmmmm?”

“What!? Jealous? No! The guy just beat me up! Why would I be jealous.” You cross your arms, “Now come with me back to class.” You muster a command smoothly.

“Aye Captain!” She salutes and walks like some kind of soldier at you. You can’t help but chuckle at her.

That night your nightmares are typical, until flashing red and blue lights rip your eyes open, you dash to the window.

Police are outside taking Ezra in handcuffs.

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normal-sea-urchin · 10 months

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Casey Jones Fucking Dies: Chapter 6

whoo yeah, completed chapter six. sorry it took so long dudes. i kept putting it off. anyways here's like, 2,707 words of raph going through it

"Raph just sit still!" Donnie ordered. It had been about a day since Raph had gotten hit with a laser, right in the middle of his plastron. So, Donnie was sitting on the couch, checking his brother's plastron for any injuries. At least he was trying to, if Raph weren't so uncooperative.

"No! Quit touching me!" Raph countered, slapping Donnie's hand away. "I'm fine Don."

"You know what, fine. If you're going to keep swatting me away, then you can survive getting hit with a laser." Donnie caved. The tallest turtle packed up his medical supplies and left for his lab.

But before he could make it to said lab, Leo came out the dojo, a determined look on his face. "Gear up guys, we're going on a mission."

"Awwww, but Super Robo Mecha Force Five Team Fiiiiive." Mikey whined pulling himself away from his spot right in front of the TV.

"Sorry Mikey, but Super Robo Mecha Force will have to wait." Leo said, his strict tone of voice not wavering.

Donnie emerged from his lab after putting his med kit back, with his bo staff strapped to his back. Mikey jumped up off the floor and walked over to the entrance where Leo was standing. Raph also hopped up and walked over to the exit of the lair (which doubled as the entrance) only to be met with his brother's hand blocking him.

"Oh no. No way you're coming." Leo ordered. "Not with you hurt."

"What!? Whaddya mean hurt!? I'm fine!" raph yelled, raising his arms to the level of his head in protest. Leo responded with a cold glare.

"You're staying here. Master Splinter said so." Leo demanded.

"But you can't just-"

"Do you want to be off the team permanently Raph!?" Leo threatened. Raph took a step back, thinking about the threat, but still keeping retaining his scowl. And just like that, Leo turned about face and left for the Shellraiser, followed shortly by Donnie. Before leaving, Mikey turned back to Raph with a look of pity on his face. But before Raph could say anything, Mikey was already in the Shellraiser.

Raph stood in the entrance to the lair as he watched the Shellraiser speed off. He let out a low growl, before turning and stomping over to his punching dummy. He landed a blow. And another. And another. This repeated for a while until Raph's knuckles grew bloody. He stopped, bringing his hands in front of his chest, palms facing down.

He decided he should change out the bandages on his hands before his brothers get back, he didn't want to hear another lecture from Leo. He started walking towards his room, staring down at his bloody knuckles.

"Hello, my son." a familiar voice greeted. Raph jumped back, hiding his hands behind his shell and snapping his head upwards.

"Uh- Hello Sensei!" Raph hastily saluted. He hoped the nervous face that was shifted to try and display a smile wouldn't rat him out.

"Is there anything bothering you, Raphael?" Splinter inquired, stroking his beard.

"Uh, no Sensei. All good here." Raph lied. He presented a toothy smile, hoping it would appear sincere to his father.

"Hm, what do you have?" Splinter asked, leaning forward to peer over Raph's shoulder. Raph moved in response to try and hide his bloody hands from his father.

"Uh- Uh, nothing?" Raph replied. His tone of voice received a look of suspicion from his father, making Raph flash a fake smile in an attempt to seem more sincere.

"Very well, you may go." the rat dismissed. Raph began to take his leave, walking once more towards his room. Once he was past his father, he moved his hands from behind his shell to in front of him, hoping that his father didn't catch a glimpse of his bloody hands.

"Would you like me to patch up your hands, or were you planning on doing so yourself?"

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Raph sat on the floor of the dojo, holding out his hand for his father to bandage. Splinter's eyes were focused on Raph's right hand. He carefully wrapped around the knuckles, once, twice, a third time.

"What is upsetting you my son?" Splinter asked, breaking the silence. The rat looked up from his son's hand, attempting to make eye contact.

"Nothing Sensei." Raph muttered. He shifted his eyes to the side, attempting to avoid eye contact.

"Hmm, are you sure? It is not often that you are so aggressive with your punching bag." Splinter stated, keeping a calm tone. He was wrong. Or at least, not entirely right. Raph was this rough with the punching bag all the time. He supposed Splinter meant that he wasn't usually this rough with himself.

"I-I guess..." Raph trailed off. Should he tell him? Should he tell him? How would he react. His father's always telling him not to let his anger take control. But that's exactly what happened that night. "I guess Leo's just been getting on my nerves." Raph bluffed. His father hummed in reply.

"I just- It's-" Raph let out a heavy sigh, "Yesterday, I got hit while fighting the Kraang. Leo was all concerned, but when I told him I was fine, he got all mad like I was the bad guy!" Raph yelled.

"My son, you must understand that neither you, nor Leonardo is the villain." Splinter advised. The rat gently tied the bandages on his son's right hand and exchanged it for the right.

"Yeah, I know... I just don't get why he had to keep me from going on today's mission. It's not fair!" Raph complained. With Slash- Spike, mutated, Raph was alone, with no one who truly understood him.

"Hmm, yes. I did recommend that you stay here." Splinter stated.

"What!? Why?" Raph shrieked. He heard Leo say that Master Splinter didn't want him going on the mission, but he assumed that was just something Leo said to get him to listen.

"I did not want you getting hurt." His father admitted.

"But-"

"And neither did Leonardo. He is the leader of the team. He is under much pressure. He wants to do what he thinks is right. To him, that means preventing you from going on missions." The rat clarified.

"Hai Sensei." Raph sighed. By now, Splinter was done bandages Raph's knuckles.

After saying goodbye, Raphael finally made his way to his room. Once in his room, he collapsed onto his bed, face first. The turtle rolled over, now lying on his shell. Raph lifted his hand up and stared at his knuckles. The turtle slowly brought his hand back down to the side of his shell. His bed felt nice and fairly warm, a small nap while waiting for his brothers to get back wouldn't hurt. His eyes began to droop down, and before long, he fell into a deep, comforting sleep.

Now asleep, Raph's mind drifted between his thoughts. It drifted to the coffee he drank this morning, it drifted to his brothers, it drifted to Super Robo Mecha Force, and eventually it drifted back to the death of Casey Jones, which at this point had a tendency to consume Raph's thoughts.

The next thing he knew, there was a whisper. It sounded far away, but even with the distance, the voice sounded familiar. Though, the turtle couldn't quite make out what the voice was saying. It started as a mumble. Then grew slightly louder. And a bit more louder. Until eventually, it became intelligible. "Get up. Wake up." A moment or two passed. "Wake UP!" the voice commanded. And with that, Raph's eyes shot open.

His vision was fuzzy but wherever he was, it consisted mainly of different shades of grey. Man, how long was he out? He stood up, and as his eyes began to focus, he realized where he was. Oh. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no. No no no no no no no, not here! He easily recognized where he was; the alley from the night of Casey Jones's death. He looked around frantically, trying to find out how the hell he had gotten here.

Everything felt... fuzzy? It felt weird, not quite like a dream, but definitely not reality. The air around Raph felt thick, like molasses. But oddly enough, when he tried to move, he did so with ease. He determined he was simply in a lucid dream. What other explanation was there?

"What's the matter?" Raph heard a voice; it was the one he had heard whispering in his mind just a few moments ago. It sounded closer than last time. The turtle reached for his sai only to find they weren't there. He craned his neck to the side to look down to where his sai should have been.

"Looking for your salad tongs?" the voice taunted. Raph snapped his head back up and started frantically searching for whomever was talking to him. It was weird, there was something familiar about the voice that Raph couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Salad tongs!?" Raph echoed, a hint of anger in his voice. But there was no reply. Raph tried calling out to the voice again only to feel something he couldn't see cover his mouth.

"Boo!" the voice whispered in his ear. Raph whipped around only to find nothing there. Whoever's voice he was hearing, they were fast. Just as that thought passed Raph's mind, a figure became visible.

Oh no...

The apparition was that of Casey Jones's...

Now that Raph's thoughts weren't clouded with rage like the night they first met, he took a moment to look over the boy. He menacingly stood there, his skull mask still covering his face. The specter's eyes were white, all white. No irises, no pupils, no blood vessels. His hood was down, revealing his Irish-black hair. It appeared that he didn't have his weapons, or was even wearing a holster. He was wearing three layers? Who does that? His clothes had spray paint stains here and there. Before Raph could make any further observations, the spirit spoke.

"What's the matter, surprised to see me?" Casey asked in a tone that sent shivers up Raph's spine. The man chuckled a bit before beginning to approach Raph. The turtle's voice was trapped in his own throat. He truly couldn't say anything, no matter how much he mentally yelled at himself to.

"What? Did ya really think you'd killed me?" the ghost teased. He stopped just in front of Raph, whose nervous system felt like it was burning.

"I- You- No..." Raph muttered. Why was he back here? How was Casey back here? How was he back here? His brain was scrambled; he couldn't piece together a single thought, let alone a sentence.

"Hm?" the human(?) responded, "What was that?"

"You... You're- You're not supposed to be here." Raph forced out.

"Don't be so sure." the apparition mocked. A cold gust of wind hit Raph's shoulder, sending a shiver through Raph's right arm. The feel of the moment greatly changed. The spirit seemed more serious. Deadly serious.

"You. You left me. To die." Casey bitterly spoke. "Why? What did I do to deserve death? And at your hand."

Raph felt his guilt consume him. It felt like a lump in his throat, the kind you get just before crying. The turtle craned his neck down, to stare at his feet in an attempt to avoid eye contact. He felt his remorse eat away at him. "I- I'm-" Raph stuttered. "I'm sorry..." he choked out.

A moment passed. "No." the specter mumbled. "No, you don't get closure." sharply uttered. Raph craned his neck up to face the ghost. They locked eyes. (At least, Raph thinks they did. It was hard to tell considering Casey's eyes were white.) Casey's dead eyes stared down at Raph, who was paralyzed in place. The ghost swiftly raised his fist in preparation for a beatdown.

"WAKE UP DUDE!"

Raph shot awake, now sitting up. He quickly looked around, only to find that he was once again in his room. He felt tears streaming down his face. When did he start crying? He turned to his left to see who had woken him up from his nightmare. It was Mikey, with a severely concerned look on his face. He was sitting on the edge of Raph's bed, next to the red-masked turtle's legs.

"Dude, are you okay? I came in here to check on you and you were crying in your sleep!" Mikey explained. His hands were on Raph's shoulders, grip getting tighter by the moment. Raph lifted his hand to his face and wiped away the tears.

"I'm fine, Mikey." Raph insisted. He pushed his younger brother's hands away. Raph waited for Mikey to leave. And waited a bit longer. He and his younger brother kept eye contact as several moments passed.

"...No." the younger turtle finally responded. Raph flinched back in shock at Mikey's reply.

"What do you mean no?" Raph questioned, a hint of anger seeping into his voice.

"No, you aren't fine! You've been acting weird for months! Literally!" Mikey insisted. He put his hands on his older brother's shoulders. Raph opened his mouth, about to argue with Mikey, when he cut him off.

"And before you say anything about 'oh I'm fine,' no, you aren't! The time you were staring off into the sewers, the time you 'tripped' after getting out of the shower and acted super weird, the time you screamed for no reason while on our way back from a mission. And Leo told me about the time in the dojo."

Raph was shocked that Mikey of all turtles had picked up on his troubles. Then again, Mikey was by far the most in tune with emotions in comparison to the rest of his brothers. "So what's with you dude!? Is- Is it me...?" Mikey trailed off, retracting his hands from his brother's shoulders. His brow furrowed behind his orange mask, as he squinted his eyes and his mouth twisted into a frown.

"Did I do something wrong?" the orange-masked turtle whispered sorrowfully. What? No. No. No! Raph thought to himself. This wasn't Mikey's fault, it was Raph's. Why would Mikey blame himself. Raph was snapped out of his thoughts by a small sniffling noise coming from his younger brother. His head snapped up to look at Mikey.

He was crying.

Without a moment of hesitation, Raph wrapped his arms around his little brother, trapping his in a warm embrace. Mikey waited a second, shocked that his older brother was hugging him. But after a second or two, he hugged him back. And so they sat there, for only a few minutes, encased in each other's arms. Eventually they pulled away, warm smiles on each of their faces.

"So wait. If it's not me bumming you out what is it?" Mikey asked, breaking the silence. Raph sharply inhaled before letting out a deep sigh. He really didn't know if he could trust Mikey with this. Would he tell the others? Would he understand? He was the most in tune with emotions and junk, so maybe? But would he tell the others? Mikey had a habit of ratting his brothers out when any of them told him a secret.

Clearly having sensed his brother's inner turmoil, Mikey placed his hand on Raph's left shoulder. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to bro." Mikey reassured.

"...Thanks Mikey." Raph responded, waiting a moment before saying anything. Raph rarely showed his softer side. Or really any side of him that wasn't angry. But there were moments like these during which he let his heart open, for comforting his brothers and such (most often Mikey).

"Okay, well, I'm gonna go watch Super Robot Mecha Force. Later dude!" The orange turtle stated, bouncing up and out the door. His sudden exit had left Raph slightly confused, but not so confused that it consumed his thoughts. The red-masked turtle lied back down in his bed. He let his eyes flutter shut as he drifted back off to sleep.

Things would be alright. This would be alright. Yeah. Everything would be fine as long as Raph had his brothers.

First/Previous/Next/Masterpost

#tmnt #2012 tmnt #casey jones #casey jones fucking dies #2012 casey jones #2012 raph #raphael #fanfic

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Double Team Triumph: Jeff Clark v Meadlock & Lorenzo (nrwrestling.com)

A successful two-on-one match needs the right formula. It can't be too one sided where we feel sorry for the guy and trust me when I say that no one is feeling sorry for Jeff Clark - the man easily takes on two wrestlers at a time.

Jeff Clark v Meadlock & Lorenzo (nrwrestling.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.

The Backstory

Built like a football player, Jeff Clark is one imposing dude. Six feet two inches of pure muscle, the man is a force to reckon with and just the kind of guy to teach two punks a lesson. Enter Meadlock and Lorenzo, two wisecracking, disrespectfully punks, foolish enough to challenge Jeff in the ring.

Lorenzo: This guy's... *swallow* a little big Jeff: Let's see what you got!

Like a couple of hyennas the pair instantly begin to think of ways to pull dirty tricks on nice guy, Jeff Clark.

The Double Team

Following a cheap sucker punch, the two begin double teaming Jeff. Though they're trash talking punks, they know enough that the only way they can take a big solid dude, with massive arms and legs, like Jeff down is with dirty tactics.

Oh you poor silly punks. Your payback is waking up and coming at in you three... two... one...

The Triumph

Payback comes hard and fast for Meadlock and Lorenzo. It just goes to show you to never turn your back on the ocean, or in this case a hulking muscle bear like Jeff Clark. So don't turn your back on the ocean, Jeff Clark, or any force of nature really because if you do, you'll regret it.

Jeff getting to his feet like it's go time.

You guys are fucked.

Lorenzo is looking small in Jeff's massive grip.

Meadlock doesn't fare much better, crying out in agony.

The setup ...

Knocking down the pins

Dominate the small guy and make his partner watch. Meadlock covers his face not wanting to see his eventual fate.

Meadlock embarrassingly tries to crawl away. He's might be done but Jeff isn't done with him.

All of that leading up to the finale - the double bearhug. Jeff Clark crushes two scrawny punks with those massive arms.

And that's how one became greater than two. Jeff is just too strong for two men, let alone two punks like Meadlock and Lorenzo. It was a huge mistake letting the big man catch his breath because shortly afterwards, he was ready to dominate them both in the ring. Actually it's Jeff's ring now and well, you can say otherwise, but the last guys that did were forced to grovel and submit to the alpha.

#gay wrestling #nrwrestling.com #Jeff Clark #Lorenzo #Meadlock

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sukunasun · 20 days

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sunnnyyy hiii love ur work, Ive been trying to access the geto fic where the reader is dressed like an angel for a halloween party, and i can’t :(( it’s so cute and honestly although it’s fiction it makes me have hope that as a chubby person myself, i’ll get my love. idk im sorry for the last part thanks so much tho !!

hello! there's no need to apologise, i completely understand the feeling so thanks for letting me know and i'll leave the fic below and update the link on the masterlist :)

geto stares at you from across the room.

"look who fell from heaven." mahito teases as he looks over to you standing in a corner, lip tucked between your teeth as you gnaw at the growing uneasiness in your tummy, anxiety swirling in an endless pit at the number of people sneaking glances at you in an angel costume; gold-dipped feathers, ruffled white dress stopping short at just the right length revealing soft thighs, your breasts pushed up by a corset, knee-length shoes that fit snugly over your calves, and a pair of wings you probably put way too much effort in compared to everyone else who showed up in cat ears and witches' hats. you wonder when halloween parties become more about the booze and making out in some stranger's bedroom.

"go ahead, i dare you." mahito challenges, with his chin tucked into his palm, he languidly glances over to geto with cool, calculating eyes and he can already see the cogs turning in his head, planning out another one of his sadistic plots.

"not a chance." geto says. he'd make the first move himself if he could, walk towards you, lean in close, and sweet-talk you til you're in his bed, leaving your scent in his sheets, staining his lips with the very essence that drips from you were it not for the way you currently look the very picture of pure; an angel seems so fitting now that he can't pull his eyes away, trailing over a full figure made to perfection, all shy smiles and wide eyes, a cup of fruity punch without a single drop of alcohol, the cheerful wallflower at every party, who scrunches her eyebrows and laughs to herself when she thinks she said something stupid, "sorry, am i making sense?" you say in every conversation, fiddling innocently with your phone like you weren't pretending to text someone just to seem occupied and 'sociable'. even gojo's got his hands tucked into his pockets when he speaks to you, no coy smiles or double entendres, and geto knows he only gets like that when he's speaking to children or the elderly.

"what, you're too good for her?" mahito says. quite the opposite really, he couldn't be the guy who tainted you. how sweet, how lovely you were just standing there, swimming in your own thoughts, thinking about going home and feeling sorry for yourself. he wished he could tell you otherwise, show you exactly how he'd love you, obsess over you. couldn't begin to imagine what you were like when you're coming to life, holding no barriers, letting loose and letting him in. what it would be like when he's hovering over you, dark eyes taking in the sight of your body, salivating and hungry for it, to sink his teeth into your neck and nudge his cock deep inside you. would you try to hide, tell him to look away so he whispers to you all the things he loves to quell your worries, your doubts, or would you show him a side of yourself that's wanting, that you bury deep down inside for true love, your other half, a perfect person, you're one and only. the thought itself so naive yet, he wants you even more because of it.

geto brings his drink up to his lips, condensation from the bottle dripping over his jeans, needing that little bit of liquid courage for his next admission, "she's not my type. good girls, angels, not the kind i'm looking for." he reasons, swallows it down with the bitter taste of asahi. he catches the sight of you watching him, eyes darting away the moment he looks at you, the gesture so endearing something starts to hurt in his chest.

it earns him a laugh in return, "are you serious? you wouldn't last a week before you're in deep," mahito grins, because geto's always going after what he thinks he deserves, girls who would never give him what he longs for ultimately because what he truly wants is too far out of reach. he craves the ones he can protect, with soothing touches and a morning voice calling out to him, 'come back to bed baby.' and he'd stay, if only they wanted him to. "wanna bet on it? either you ask her out or i'll have fun with her myself." mahito leans closer, keeping his voice lowered.

geto tilts an eyebrow up in lieu of asking the meaning behind it because he's never been that much of a prick, sure, mahito loves to fuck everyone else's life up and geto doesn't know when he ever got roped into all of it but this was something else, you were something else. he could've named a dozen times off the top of his head that mahito had hurt a girl, an unsuspecting, trusting girl. with almost methodical precision, knowing exactly how to lead the innocent ones on, pretending to be interested, turn them into a heartbroken mess because it's what he does, toying with people's emotions had been his thing and he imagines you with a swollen face, downcast eyes brimming with tears, the thought seizing him by the guts and twisting into reluctance, frustration pressing on his shoulders in layers.

he breathes in deeply, downs the very last of his drink before he gets up and makes his way over to you. as his steps grow heavier, the only comfort he feels is that you'd be better off dealing with him than with mahito. because at least geto wouldn't hurt you...of course not.

#ask #anon #sunpiece #geto suguru

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Chapter 4 - The Invasion of the Dark Creatures (Prequel Arc - Final Part)

Location: The Lonely Hills Orphanage - Uptown Creation City

Date: March 30, 1987

Time: 2:30 PM

No POV

It's been a few days since the Hour of Despair had happened at Playtime Co. after the Dark Creatures have finally gotten their revenge against the people that wronged them and used them for their own experiments as we see Y/n (Kenneth) relaxing in the Play room, watching his favorite show, the Smiling Critters on VHS at the orphanage that he now lives in with the other kids that are playing arounds and the caretakers all appear to not be as horrible and abusive as what Y/n (Kenneth) might think when he arrived at the orphanage in Uptown Creation City.

So far, Y/n is enjoying his stay at the Lonely Hills Orphanage and things are going well for him...

Except for one person that is constantly getting on his nerves as one of the kids by the name of Billy Mason didn't believe that Y/n (Kenneth) is not tough as he tried to make Y/n (Kenneth) learn his place in his own world that he thinks that he's life's main character, which he is not.

Y/n (Kenneth): What is it now, Mason? Can you see that I'm trying to relax here.

Billy Mason: I don't care. I'm not going to stop pestering you until you'd learned your place around here.

Y/n (Kenneth): Oh really? Well, I'm not going to do that cause you should always know that you're not the main character of this universe and you shouldn't treat everyone like they're your servants here. I don't care how much you try to force me to be your servant. I can take whatever you throw at me.

Billy Mason: Oh yeah, tough guy?! (Punches Y/n (Kenneth) in the face)

Y/n (Kenneth) soon feel out of the recliner that he was sitting on after he got punched in the face by Billy Mason as he is not gonna be talked down like that from Y/n (Kenneth) as he is one mean scumbag in the entire orphanage.

Billy Mason: I hope that you will teach you not to talk back to your superior, ya twit!

???: Mason! Are you bullying Y/n (Kenneth) and the other kids again?!

Then one of the caretakers came into the room and Billy Mason was not happy to see one of the caretakers catch him in the act when he punched Y/n (Kenneth) square in the face in front of the children that are all shocked to see that happen to Y/n (Kenneth).

Billy Mason: Uh...no Miss Delight. We were just horsing around here.

Miss Delight: A likely story, Mason. You're getting double timeout, mister.

She then grabbed Billy Mason by the wrist and took him to the other room for Timeout as he looked at Y/n (Kenneth) with a glare in his eye as he vowed revenge against him for sending him into double timeout, even though that Y/n (Kenneth) didn't do anything to him other than standing up to him that got him in serious trouble with the head caretaker of the Orphanage herself, Miss Delight, a former school teacher of Playtime Co. and owner and head caretaker of Lonely Hills Orphanage in Uptown Creation City.

Then after she locked the door to the Timeout Room, she went back to the Playroom with a med kit to help Y/n (Kenneth) with his injuries on his face after he got punched in the face by Billy Mason. She loves kids so much that she treats them including Y/n (Kenneth) like her own kids like a proud mother should do to her children. She pretty much should win the mother of the Year award twice in one year.

She knew about Y/n's (Kenneth's) backstory and how his spirit was broken as he is now become an emotionless child after seeing so many scars all over his body back when he was taken hostage by the two criminals that killed his own parents right in front of them. She pretty much treats Y/n (Kenneth like he's her own son the most as the kids also treat Y/n (Kenneth) like an older brother to them.

Miss Delight: I'm sorry that Billy Mason is causing you trouble again, Y/n (Kenneth). Are you alright?

Y/n (Kenneth): Yeah, I'm fine, Miss Delight. Thanks for putting that troublemaker in timeout.

Miss Delight: My pleasure. I should've sent him to Juvie instead of making him live here with you and the other kids. Still, I feel worried about you and what happened to your parents all those years ago after you were taken hostage and been treated like a slave to those criminals back then.

Y/n (Kenneth): It's alright, Miss Delight. I can take care of myself, even though you treat me like I'm your own son.

Miss Delight: Well, that's my job of taking care of you and all of these kids after I quit my job at Playtime Co. as the teacher at Playcare. If any parent doesn't want to adopt you, I can take that chance and make you a member of my family as my son.

Y/n (Kenneth): If that happens, I will accept that and maybe we might have a pizza party to celebrate as mother and son.

Miss Delight: That would be lovely. Also, would you mind changing the channel to 23, so I can see what's going on today.

Y/n (Kenneth): Sure thing.

So, Y/n (Kenneth) then changed the channel to Channel 23 News, where a breaking news report is happening right now as the news anchorman starts explaining the situation going on at Playtime Co.

News Anchor: Hello everyone! This is a very serious Breaking News report here as we discuss the situation that happened at Playtime Co. as every employee and scientist that worked there have been brutally slaughter to death when one of the surviving employees that worked there managed to escape before all the exits where blocked. He gave us enough information on what was going on inside the toy factory.

Then a video footage was shown as a ton of dead bodies of the Playtime Employees and scientists were all brutally murdered by a group of familiar looking toys that Y/n (Kenneth) somehow remembered back when he was still living at Playcare.

News Anchor: As you can see, it appears that a group of sentient toys has managed to overpower all of the employees including a few toys like Mommy Long Legs and Huggy Wuggy. Nobody knows, who or what they really are, but I'm certain that these dangerous toys were made as a whole new project for Playtime Co. that went horribly wrong. You see, everyone knows Huggy Wuggy and Poppy Playtime, but are your children safe from Playtime Co.'s latest toy? What you've seen here is probably one of the designs of Playtime Co.'s own Smiling Critters-

Then the Smiling Critters show's logo appears in the top left of the screen.

News Anchorman: a limited series cartoon made to celebrate the release of the toys sharing its name, yet both now face the fire sparked by the inclusion of one key member... The controversy of the CatNap doll, shown on the news along with the rest of the Smiling Critter crew as the group image of the Smiling Critters were shown on screen.

News Anchorman: "This is one of the members of the Smiling Critters, CatNap,-

Then they cut to a video of an individual holding the toy as they demonstrated the CatNap toy to show the viewers how the toy works.

News Anchorman: -and like the others of his line, you just pull his little tail, and a light gas exits the toy through the mouth. It seems innocent enough for the children that needed a good night's rest. However, parents across the country report their children experiencing strange and often violent nightmares. And beside them, their little, grinning, CatNap doll. Now, with controversy growing, Playtime Co. has recently announced the recall of all the Smiling Critters toys from your local toy store. Not only that they recalled all of the toys, but also the Smiling Critters TV Show as well.

An image of the Smiling Critters TV Show is shown to be cancelled after the controversies at Playtime Co had happened.

News Anchorman: The Smiling Critters, once beloved by children everywhere are all now permanently removed cleared from all promotional material. But damage already done, will disappearing be that easy? The exact cause of these incidents still unknown, only one thing appears glaringly certain: Your whole family are not safe with the mysterious toys that committed massive amounts of murders inside the toy factory. We are unsure of this moment of what's happening right now or what these strange creatures are, but we all advise everyone to stay in their homes and is issued a...uh...one moment folks....sorry I thought I saw something small that just come across my desk and...what's that? Oh god....this can't be happening....

There was a moment of silence before the news anchor continue explaining everyone including Y/n (Kenneth) and Miss Delight that is watching the news report right now on what the news anchor is trying to say them and how to deal with the situation.

News Anchor: Sorry for the long moment of silence and I seem to be getting reports that the...I apologize for not pay attention to what's going on because I have a bit of trouble reading this bulletin, but I have been told that this has confirmed by official sources. It appears that...these strange creatures that somehow the same Smiling Critters are now kidnapping every living being on this planet and they're...taking them to the same toy factory outside of Downtown Creation City and now....they're turning them all into one of them from some kind of...advanced machinery and...giant robots. It also appears that they're now capturing the innocent people, turning them into dolls like them through advanced machinery and eating the flesh of the living, exactly what it would be like in an actual zombie like apocalypse. It appears that the entire world in under attack by these sentient dolls and they're capturing every human they can find and making them one of them with advance technology. Even the police and the army can't seem to stop them. This is unbelievable news we're hearing! I for one am truly shocked. For those of you tuning in and seen what you have just watched right now, this is not a joke! Something has gone horribly...horribly wrong.

Then suddenly, there was the sound of loud clutter going on in the newsroom that made the news anchor flinch at the noise before looking over his desk to see what's there, but there's nothing there.

News Anchor: Uh...hello? Is anyone there?

Then without warning, he soon got attacked by a group of the same dolls from the toy factory as the camera to topple over, causing the TV signal to get disconnected for a moment before the signal came back on and Y/n (Kenneth) and Miss Delight saw what's going on the TV as they saw a blue elephant in a bloody lab coat, goggles and 6 robotic arms through a backpack as the Dark Creature known as Dr. Damage that is taking over the news channel as he has a message for the people of Creation City.

Dr. Damage: Hello? Is this thing on? Are we live on the air? Alright then...(Clears Throat) Citizens of Creation City! This is Dr. Damage of the Dark Creatures, here to send you a message from our leader of our group, Sleep Demon as we are all here to spread the word that we are now new world leaders, The Dark Creatures. Of course, you think you all have the power in the world to stop all of us. Coincidence, I think not!!! You humans are no match for our supreme power and technology, and I highly suggest that all of you should just give up and surrender yourselves. If you don't heed our warnings, we will hunt you down and gut you like a fish before we make you into one of us at the same toy factory that we've taken over with an iron fist.

Then he has shown images of the devasting events that happened in Playtime Co. during the Hour of Despair, which horrified Y/n (Kenneth) and Miss Delight at the sight of the images of the dead workers and scientists as well as the children that were being experimented on by Dr. Damage, which Y/n (Kenneth) soon realized that it was actually Bubba Bubbaphant, but he looks completely different from his original self like he just got a total makeover and plastic surgery on his entire body.

Y/n (Kenneth): What the heck?! What did Bubba Bubbaphant and the other Smiling Critters do to everyone at Playtime Co.?

Miss Delight: I don't know, but I don't like where this is going. It's a good thing I quit my job there and you got transferred here before this all happened.

Y/n (Kenneth): Same here. I just hope this is just an early April Fools' Day prank, but it's not. This is real.

Dr. Damage: Also, I hope you are watching this, Angel...because we will be looking for you as well. Once we capture you and take you back to us, we will make sure to clip your wings off, so you will never fly away from us ever again. We'll see you again soon, Angel.

Then the TV Screen went into static before the sound of a siren alarm was activated as the Dark Creatures have now started their reign of terror upon the world as the Smiling Critters Apocalypse has begun and things are not going well for Y/n (Kenneth) as he is now become the main target to the Dark Creatures.

Y/n (Kenneth): The end has come for us all...

END OF THE PREQUEL ARC

TO BE CONTINUED IN THE APOCALYPSE ARC

#fandom #horror #fanfiction #reader insert #malereader #the hour of despair #hour of despair au #smiling critters au #smiling critters #smiling critters hour of despair au #miss delight #poppy playtime

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Double Whiskey On The Rocks

Pairing: Jack Daniels/Original Male Character Rating: Explicit. Over 18s only! Word count: 5880

Summary: Jack had a very unique Statesman recruitment. Shameless smut.

Warnings: Oral Sex (male giving and receiving), Face Fucking, Cum Eating, Anal Fingering (male receiving), Anal Sex (male receiving), Dirty Talk, Swearing

Note: No beta reader, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

Jack slumped against the cold stone wall of the alley and sighed. This wasn’t how he’d wanted his life to go. Only twelve months prior, he’d had everything he’d ever wanted. A wife, a baby on the way, and a glittering career ahead of him in the airforce. That was all gone now. Taken from him in one brutal afternoon. Now he was here, outside yet another run-down bar smelling of piss, sweat, and booze and wishing he had the fucking guts to end it all.

A sharp pain in his side reminded him of the punch to the ribs he’d taken only moments ago. The local patrons clearly unhappy with his choice of songs on the jukebox. So fucking what if he wanted to play Whitney Houston six times in a row. I Will Always Love You was Lela’s favorite song. It had been. Past tense. He was still catching himself on that one.

“Not bad, kid.” A deep voice came from the entrance to the alley, and Jack snapped his head up to look in that direction. Stepping forward at a leisurely pace was an older man, perhaps in his mid to late fifties, wearing crisp blue jeans, a black wool blazer, and a goddamn cowboy hat. “Six drunk hicks an’ ya came out without a damn scratch.”

“Can I help you sir?” Jack eyed the man carefully. His ribs were aching now, probably not broken but definitely bruised, and the cuts on his knuckles from the previous fight were starting to make themselves known to him. The last thing he needed right now was another guy coming at him.

“Funny thing that.” The man drawled his accent not too dissimilar to Jack's. “I was gonna ask ya the same thing. Ya got a plan, son?”

“A plan?” Jack cocked his head. “Whaddya mean?”

“Well, ya come in here, playin’ the same damn song over an’ over till someone picks a fight with ya.” The man continued to step closer, and Jack could make out more details. Whoever this guy was, he was a handsome son of a bitch with a sharp clean-shaven jawline and vibrant blue eyes watching Jack with amusement and curiosity. “I gotta wonder what ya deal is. Ya ain’t from around here I know that much. But ya know how to fight. I’ll give ya that.”

“I ain’t lookin’ for trouble.” Jack growled as the man stopped a couple of feet from him. “The guys in there, they started shit, an’ I dealt with it. I just-”

“Yeah, ya did.” The man eyed Jack up and down, and Jack instinctively shifted. The man's gaze made him feel like he was being appraised. It reminded him of his old CO. “Look, ya clearly a little on edge right now, so why don’t I give ya my card.” The man pulled a business card from his pocket, handing it to Jack. “If ya get bored pickin’ fights with dumbass drunks, gimme a call.”

Jack opened his mouth to answer, but the man was already turning and walking away, leaving Jack still leaning against the cold wall, wondering what the hell that had been about.

/////

It was three days later that Jack saw the man again. This time he had sat drinking in the bar of a small casino when one of the other patrons had muttered something about Jack. It was something about his state or smell, accompanied by a disgusted look and a smirk to his friends. Jack was on him in one fluid motion, and after dealing with the men, he had been hauled outside by casino security.

Wiping blood from his nose, Jack glanced up to see a familiar face standing and watching him from across the street. The man, still in his smart jacket and Stetson, was leaning casually against a streetlamp, watching Jack. As their eyes met, the man simply tipped his hat to Jack but didn’t move.

What the fuck was this guy's problem? Jack scowled as he hauled himself to his feet and eyed the stranger. If the man was intimidated as Jack stalked toward him, he didn’t show it. He merely nodded again as Jack approached, stopping just in front of the stranger.

“You again.”

“Me again.” The man smirked. “Another fight? How’s that workin’ out for ya?”

“Workin’ out fine an’ dandy.” Jack spread his arms out to show the man that, yet again, there wasn’t a scratch on him. In fact, aside from one lucky hit to his face, the other guys hadn’t been able to land a punch.

“Uh-huh.” The man’s eyes drifted up and down Jack’s body, his smirk fixed. “Five guys this time, from what I counted. One with a knife too. Watched ya disarm him. Very nice.”

“Look, I don’t know why you keep followin’ me.” Jack pointed a finger at the still-smirking man. “But-”

“But what?” The man cut in. “But ya got this? But ya have a plan? Cos ya don’t, Jack. Ya don’t got shit but a goddamn attitude problem and no fuckin’ money to ya name.”

Jack’s blood ran cold as the stranger said his name. “How do you know my name?” He all but whispered.

The man huffed out a laugh. “Looked ya up, o’course. Jackson Matthew Daniels. Husband of Lela, son of Henry and Mary. Honorably discharged from the US Airforce, although, let's be honest there, son. Given what you did to those men, it should have been a dishonorable discharge. Only reason it wasn’t was on account of the death of ya wife an’-”

“Stop!” Jack cried out. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Someone who can give ya an option better than gettin’ y’self killed.” The man tucked his thumbs into his belt and frowned at Jack. “For the last twelve months, y’ve been runnin’. Just drank an’ gambled. Gettin’ inta fights. Soon ya luck’ll run out, son. What then?”

Jack didn’t have an answer. He didn’t have a plan. None of this was meant to happen. He was supposed to be at home with his girl right now. Probably a little sleep deprived from having a new baby. He was supposed to be a dad, not a fucking drunk with dwindling savings.

“Fuck you.” Jack spat as he stormed off, leaving the man alone under the streetlamp.

/////

It was around five weeks later that Jack saw the man again. Making his way back to his motel room from the grimy bar Jack was weaving his way drunkenly along the sidewalk when he spotted him. The man, still dressed impeccably with a light brown Stetson this time, stood outside another bar on Jack’s route home.

Home. That wasn’t where he was going. He was heading back to the dingy motel, which was all he could afford after his latest losses at the casinos.

The man glanced to his right as Jack approached, taking a long drag on his cigarette. He eyed Jack with an amused look as the younger man came to an unsteady stop next to him.

“Good night?”

“Yeah.” Jack slurred out, grinning. “Great night.”

“Uh-huh.” The man chuckled. He was kind of handsome for an older guy, and Jack couldn’t stop himself from staring as the stranger licked his lips. “Headin’ back to ya motel?”

Of course, that fucker knew where he was staying. Jack rolled his eyes. This guy thought he knew all about him. Well, it was time to turn the tables. Jack smiled and leaned closer.

“I was, but seein’ you here, I reckon it might be fate.” Edging a little closer, Jack got as close as he dared to the man's ear. “See, I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout you ever since I saw you last. I didn’t leave things right an’ I was hopin’ I’d get to see you again so I could make it up to you.”

“Are ya flirtin’ with me?” The man whispered back incredulously. “Brave thing to be doin’ so openly in Alabama, son.”

“You seen me fight, right?” Jack’s heart started thumping in his chest, hoping the guy would take the bait. “Then you know I’m a brave guy.”

“I know ya don’t know when ta back down.” The man chuckled, turning to face Jack. Jack could feel the other man’s breath on his lips. “But ya got balls gotta give ya that. So how exactly were ya hopin’ to make it up to me huh?”

All or nothing time.

“I could blow you. Or, if you prefer, let you fuck me.” Jack whispered against the man’s lips watching with some satisfaction as his eyebrows shot up. “Though this bein’ Alabama, we should probably get somewhere a little more private. You stayin’ close by?”

“That I am.” The man took a final drag of his cigarette before throwing it to the floor and crushing it with his foot. “Follow me.”

/////

The man wasn’t staying that far away from Jack, which unnerved Jack a little. Clearly, the man was watching him, following him but why? He wasn’t muscle to one of the many people Jack now owed money to, or Jack would have been dealt with already.

After the second time they met, Jack had dug out the card the man had given him, but it yielded no clues. The card had no name or organization, just a phone number that Jack had not called. If Jack was going to figure out who this guy was, he’d need to look through his things, so part one of the plan was to get the guy asleep. A good fucking should do the job. Jack was probably twenty years younger than him, so tiring the man out shouldn’t be too difficult. A good fucking should do the job.

Following the man up to his hotel room Jack stepped into the elevator, watching as the man pressed the button for the fifth floor before turning and closing in on Jack.

“We doin’ this?” His voice rumbled from deep in his chest, his eyes hungrily looking at Jack’s lips. Jack had barely nodded when the guy was on him.

Lips clashed messily against lips as the old man pinned him against the elevator wall. Hands were everywhere, with Jack sending his to pull the man’s shirt out from its place tucked in his jeans. Pushing his hands up the still buttoned shirt, Jack could feel the man’s nipples pebble at his touch.

The man’s hands divided their attention between Jack’s ass, with the man’s left hand roughly squeezing his cheek and his hair locking him in place as the man continued to plunder Jack’s mouth. Jack could taste the cigarette from earlier as the man pushed his tongue deep into Jack’s mouth.

With a ding, the elevator door opened, making Jack jump, but the man calmly untangled himself and headed out. Jack followed, adjusting his jeans to accommodate his now hard cock. Down the corridor and a left turn later, he found himself standing outside the man’s hotel room. No turning back now.

This was no 5-star hotel, but the room was decent enough and a big step up from his own motel room. The room itself was modestly furnished. Off to the right of the door was a small bathroom with a toilet, sink, and bathtub, while in the center of the main room was a neat-looking double bed. The rest of the room was pretty plain, with a simple chair, nightstand, and drawers in the same dark wood.

The man closed the door behind Jack and immediately started removing his jacket. Jack shrugged his own denim jacket off, throwing it over the back of the chair before turning back to the man.

“So, you got a name?”

“Most folks do.” The man eyed Jack greedily, reaching forward and pulling his t-shirt out from his waistband. In one swift motion, he pulled it up over Jack's head and tossed it over to the chair to join Jack’s jacket.

“I mean,” Jack paused to gasp as the man gave one of his nipples a quick tweak before pulling Jack’s jeans open. “What do I call you?”

Pushing Jack’s jeans down slightly to his thighs, the man paused, looking at Jack with an amused expression as he considered the question. “Ya can call me Whiskey.”

“Whiskey?” Jack frowned, pulling off his boots while the man, Whiskey, unbuttoned his shirt. “That like a nickname?”

“Somethin’ like that.” Whiskey’s lip curled into a smile as Jack pushed his jeans down and off, leaving him standing there in nothing but his tented boxers. “Well, look at ya. Pretty little thing, ain’t ya? Gonna look prettier on ya knees with a cock down ya throat.”

Whiskey kept his eyes on Jack as he opened and shrugged off his shirt. Stepping forward, Jack reached for Whiskey’s chest, running his fingers over the pert nipples before leaning in to take one in his mouth. Whiskey hummed approvingly as Jack licked and sucked in each nipple while his hands went for Whiskey’s jeans, popping the buttons open before kneeling before the older man.

Feeling Whiskey’s eyes on him, Jack slowly and deliberately pulled the jeans open to reveal a thick bush of pubic hair. It seemed Whiskey preferred to go commando. Pulling the jeans down, Jack took a deep breath, breathing in the other man’s musk as Whiskey’s thick uncut erection sprang free.

With one final glance up at Whiskey, who simply smiled down at him, Jack reached out and gently rolled back Whiskey’s foreskin to reveal a dark, fat red cockhead, then opened his mouth and gave it a small lick. This was by no means the first cock Jack had ever sucked, but it had been a while, and for a few moments, he was a little concerned he was out of practice.

However, after a few long slow licks, Jack parted his lips and began to swirl his tongue around the head. Looking up to make eye contact with Whiskey, Jack could see the older man holding back moans as he watched glassy-eyed. Feeling emboldened, Jack reached forward, cupping Whiskey's balls with one hand and the base of his cock with the other before beginning to work Whiskey's length into his mouth.

Inch by inch, Jack took the cock, until his nose began to graze Whiskey's thick unruly bush. Listening to the breathy moans coming from above him, Jack held himself there for a few seconds before his gag reflex forced him to pull off, leaving behind a trail of saliva connecting the leaking head to Jack’s lips. Tears stung his eyes as he began to bob up and down Whiskey's shaft, letting the tip of the cock hit the back of his throat each time, hollowing his cheeks as he once again locked eyes with the mysterious man.

"Y've done this before." Whiskey panted, playfully stroking Jack's hair. Jack responded by gently rolling his balls in his hand and returning to the thick cockhead, sucking on it and pulling a shaky breath from Whiskey. Teasing the slit with his tongue, Jack was rewarded for his efforts with the bitter tang of precum spilling onto the tip of his tongue and his lips.

After a few minutes of sucking, Jack flattened his tongue before again working Whiskey's dick back into his mouth. As soon as Jack felt it hit the back of his throat, he hummed, swallowing around the length of the shaft, making Whiskey let out a giddy laugh.

"Fuck son, until ya want a throat full o'cum ya need to ease off. I'm gettin' close." When Jack didn’t move and continued to glide up and down his cock Whiskey tightened his grip on Jack's hair. "All right, Jack, f-fuck, fair warnin'. Let's see what that pretty mouth can take."

Jack felt the hands of the older man gripping the back of his head as he began setting the pace, and Jack's eyes watered as Whiskey started fucking his face roughly. With each thrust, Whiskey's cock hit the back of his throat, making him gag and choke. It was all Jack could do to breathe through his nose as strangled wet sounds came from his throat as the older man's hips bucked.

"Tha's right, Jack baby." He could hear Whiskey growling. "Take it. Take it all. Ya enjoyin’ bein’ my dirty little slut ain’t ya?"

His own cock twitched at the words as Whiskey continued to mutter as his climax neared. After a few more thrusts, Whiskey pulled back just enough to let Jack breathe, as he let out a strangled noise spilling his seed into Jack's mouth and throat. As rope after rope of thick white seed flooded his mouth, all Jack could do was swallow every last drop as Whiskey felt his head firmly in place.

Finally, Whiskey loosened the grip on Jack's hair, letting his hand fall away, and Jack let the softening cock out of his mouth with a wet pop. Wiping drool and cum away from his lips with the back of his hand Jack looked up at Whiskey. The older man looked down at him, reaching out and softly, almost tenderly stroking Jack’s face.

“Not bad.” He panted, pulling Jack up off his knees. “Not bad at all. But we can do better. Let's get those off ya.”

Looking down at his damp boxers, Jack nodded, pulling them off and kicking them away as Whiskey began stripping himself of his jeans and boots. Once they were both naked, Whiskey ran a hand over Jack's chest, tracing his fingers down his stomach to his hips before reaching down and gripping Jack’s aching cock firmly.

“Very nice.” Whiskey murmured, gently pumping Jack a couple of times. Jack hissed, jerking his hips forwards and earning a low chuckle from the older man. “I wanna see ya cum. Ya wanna do that for me, Jack? Huh? Ya wanna cum while I watch?”

“Fuck yeah.” Jack moaned, still lazily thrusting into Whiskey’s grip. “You gonna fuck me?”

“Not just yet.” Whiskey laughed, motioning down to his now flaccid cock. “Let’s see how ya feel after I’m done with ya.”

“Done with me?” Jack raised his eyebrows but allowed himself to be maneuvered onto the bed, letting Whiskey lay him down on his back.

“Yeah.” Whiskey cooed at Jack as he retrieved a bottle of lube from the nightstand. “Let’s have some fun. There’s more to sex than just fuckin’ and suckin’.”

From the bed, Jack watched as Whiskey squeezed out a healthy dollop of lube onto the middle finger of his right hand before rubbing down the digit, warming the lube, and thoroughly coating the finger. With the other hand, Whiskey pushed Jack down until he was lying flat on the bed.

“Hold ya knees up.” It was a command, not a request, and Jack found himself obeying. Putting his hands behind each of his knees, Jack lifted his legs until his knees almost touched his shoulders, folding himself in two and baring his hole for Whiskey.

Wasting no time, Whiskey circled Jack’s entrance with his prepared finger, causing Jack to bite his lip to stifle a moan. Then, slowly and ever so gently, Whiskey pushed in, pausing momentarily to let Jack adjust before beginning to pump the finger in and out.

Jack shivered and panted as Whiskey soon began to increase the pace. At first, starting slowly, almost lazily, before pushing deeper and faster. A second finger soon joined the first, causing Jack to see stars as his thighs trembled and his cock throbbed in time with Whiskey's unrelenting pace.

"What a perfect fuckin' pussy." Whiskey mused, caressing Jack's balls as he scissored his fingers inside Jack's tight ass. Jack could feel his heart pounding and the blood buzzing in his ears.

"F-fuck, 'm gonna, shit, g-gonna, ‘m close..."

"Easy, son." Whiskey stilled his fingers, letting Jack catch his breath and allowing the waves of Jack's approaching climax to fade. "I wanna watch this show a little longer. Not just yet. Ya can cum when I say so."

"Fuck, please." Jack whined, digging his fingers into his own legs. He could feel the trickle of precum making its way down his side from his cock. With every other thrust of Whiskey's fingers, his swollen dick was sending out small spurts, landing on his stomach before traveling down his ribs onto the sheets below him.

"But ya doin' so well, Jack." Whiskey teased, his eyes raking over Jack's glistening naked body wantonly. "Don't ya wanna last a little longer?

Jack simply whimpered, shaking his head. He really wasn’t sure he could. It had been so long since anyone had touched him like this, and his head was swimming in arousal while his cock pulsed on his stomach.

"All right, baby. One more finger, then ya can cum." Whiskey playfully tugged on Jack's balls, sending spikes of pleasure shooting through him. “Ya can do that, right?”

"One... more..." Jack panted out, craning his head up to look at Whiskey. The older man nodded and smiled, seemingly satisfied, before returning to his previous lazy pace.

“Perfect.” Whiskey purred, adding more lube and pushing the final finger deep into Jack, filling and stretching his ass before pausing and locking eyes with Jack. “Ya ready for the big finish?”

“Y-yes.” Jack stammered out.

“Good.” Whiskey shifted on the bed, pressing all three fingers deeper into Jack. Letting go of Jack’s balls, the older man placed his other hand on Jack’s right leg, pushing it further back and steadying himself on it. “I’m not gonna go easy, but I know you can take it an’ I guarantee ya gonna enjoy it.”

Jack didn’t have a chance to respond before Whiskey began plumping his fingers into Jack at a brutal pace. Jack could feel his cock smacking against his stomach as it bounced with every thrust. The room was filled with the lewd wet noises of Jack’s ass, the soft slapping noise of flesh on flesh, and Jack’s increasingly loud moans.

Already close to the edge, it didn't take long for Jack to reach his finish. Arching his back, he let out a choked "Fuck" as he shot ropes of thick release over himself, his vision going white as the ripples of pleasure undid him. As his orgasm ebbed away, he could feel Whiskey slow and then eventually halt his fingers.

“Let’s see just how much ya can take, huh?”

“W-what?” Jack could barely see, let alone speak, as he looked up at the other man, peering over his knee, past his softening cock.

Whiskey smiled, his fingers still buried in Jack’s hole. Then, to Jack’s astonishment, he began to move them again. Gently pumping into Jack’s tender ass. Jack couldn’t stop himself from squirming. With his arousal gone, the sensation wasn’t exactly pleasant anymore. His ass felt stretched and sore, and the fingers, even covered in lube, stung.

“Ya want me to stop?” Whiskey leaned up and over Jack, keeping up his slowly rhythmic pace.

“Hurts.” Jack frowned, shaking his head.

“All right.” Whiskey looked downright disappointed but slowly withdrew his fingers and helped Jack to lower his shaking legs. “Shame, though. Reckon ya could take a whole hand.”

“‘M not sure. I-” Jack was still struggling to find words, his eyes following Whiskey as the older man stood up and headed for the bathroom.

“Sure ya can. But I won’t force ya.” Whiskey returned with a towel, wiping his fingers before throwing it onto the bed. Jack reached for the fluffy white fabric, but Whiskey caught his hands. “I’ll clean ya, honey. Let me have a little taste.”

Locking eyes with Jack Whiskey began to slowly and methodically lick the cum from his body. At first, starting with his stomach with gentle kitten licks, lapping up the sticky pearlescent seed, humming as he savored each drop. Then Whiskey kissed his way up to Jack’s chest, tracing circles around his hardened nipples until Jack was somewhat clean. Straightening up, Whiskey beamed at Jack before tenderly wiping him down with the towel.

“Well, I don’t know about y’self, but I’m near about ready to pass out.” Whiskey motioned for Jack to move so he could pull the bed sheet down. “Come on, gorgeous. Why don’t we get some shut-eye an’ continue this in th’ mornin’?”

“Won’t get no argument from me.” Jack’s limbs felt heavy as he climbed into bed next to the older man.

Settling down, Jack was surprised when Whiskey pulled him into an almost affectionate embrace. Tucked against Whiskey’s frame, Jack could feel the other man’s breathing start to slow as he quickly drifted off. Good, he could get started with his plan now. Once he was sure Whiskey was fast asleep, he could search the room for clues to see who the hell Whiskey really was. All he had to do was stay awake…

/////

Jack came to consciousness with a start. His eyes flying open, and quickly darting around the unfamiliar room until memories of last night started to filter in. He’d see that man again and come to his hotel room and… fuck.

Glancing to his right, Jack could see the man, Whiskey, still sleeping, his mouth slightly open. A peek under the covers confirmed what his memories were telling him. They were both still nude, the small patches of dried cum in his chest hair all the evidence from their relations the night before. Whiskey was lying on his back, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath as his morning wood stood proudly beneath the sheets.

Jack’s cock twitched with interest as he took in the details of the other man’s erection. The veins, the way the head peeked out of the foreskin, how low his ball sat, making them look full and heavy. Jack allowed himself a couple of quick tugs of his own hardening length before gingerly climbing out of bed. He’d come up here for a reason, and he wasn’t going to get a second chance.

Briefly looking back at Whiskey’s sleeping form Jack started to slowly and methodically search the room. He started with the nightstand, carefully opening each drawer, but there was nothing. Just the standard Bible, a pamphlet about tourist attractions, and a comb.

Frowning, Jack headed over to the set of drawers, but there were only clothes. They were nice, well-made clothes, and in some cases, Jack was sure hand tailored. No clues about who Whiskey worked for, but it did tell Jack the guy had money. That was something, at least.

Surveying the rest of the hotel room, Jack was at a loss. There were no more places for things to be hiding. No room safe and no bathroom cabinet. A quick glance behind the two ugly ass paintings on the wall yielded more nothing.

Returning to the bed, Jack knew there was only one more place to check; under the bed itself. He had yet to find Whiskey’s suitcase, and there was nowhere else in the room it could possibly be.

Jack was just about to couch down, his hard cock throbbing, demanding his attention, when Whiskey let out a small sigh. Jack froze. After a few seconds, there was another sigh, then a groan before, to Jack’s dismay, Whiskey cracked one eye open.

“Mornin’ handsome.” The older man croaked out, smiling. “Ya goin’ somewhere?”

“Was just on my way back to wake you.” Jack lied, crawling onto the bed and pulling back the sheet to reveal Whiskey’s nude body. “Looks like we both woke up with more fun in mind.”

Reaching over to playfully stroke Jack’s cock, Whiskey caressed the shaft before giving Jack a cheeky wink. “Oh, I have all kinds of fun in mind for ya, son. But let's start with somethin’ simple like ya ridin’ this. Ya know how to ride, don’t ya?”

“What kind of good Texas boy would I be if I didn’t?” Jack chuckled, grabbing the lube from the nightstand and moving to straddle Whiskey.

A couple of drops on Whiskey’s dick was all it took before Jack positioned himself, holding the older man’s thick cock at his entrance. Whiskey’s eyes met his, and Jack slowly sank down onto the cock, holding back moans as Whiskey filled him.

“Ya feel so fuckin’ good. That perfect pussy feels so fuckin’ good squeezin’ my cock.” Whiskey praised as Jack began to move.

Jack started slowly, gently bouncing on Whiskey’s cock, his own bobbing softly between them. Whiskey’s hands held Jack’s hips, his fingers caressing his skin while Whiskey’s eyes drifted down to watch his cock disappear into Jack’s warm body.

As his own heady arousal grew, Jack began to pick up the pace, rolling his hips as he worked his thigh muscles riding Whiskey. The feeling of Whiskey’s thick cock filling him, stretching him, made Jack feel drunk all over again. As the sounds of morning drifted through the closed window, cars in the street, and people chatting, the room around them filled with the obscene sounds of flesh smacking and loud unabashed moans.

Once more, Jack quicked his pace, desperately bouncing, letting Whiskey’s length hit that sweet spot with each plunge back down onto his cock. Whiskey growled, digging his fingers into Jack’s hips and pulling them down harder onto him.

“Gonna fill ya up.” He grunted, reaching up to his own nipple to tweak it as his eyes shifted to Jack’s weeping red cock. “Gonna take all my cum, boy.”

“Fuckin’ breed me.” Jack found himself pleading as he reached forward to take hold of Whiskey’s nipples, pulling them taut as the older man bucked up into him.

Both men were now chasing their climax, the rhythm of their thrust becoming more frantic and erratic. The coiling heat in Jack’s stomach grew with every push of Whiskey’s cock against his prostate. Finally, with a cry and one last thrust, Whiskey came, his back arching and his fingers gripping Jack, pulling him down into his cock. Jack could feel the other man’s cum flooding him, painting his insides, and he clenched down, determined to milk every drop Whiskey had to give.

“My turn.” Jack panted out, grinning, but in a flash, Whiskey held him still with one hand, his firm grip on Jack’s hips pinning him on his length. With the other hand, Whiskey reached down and gripped the base of Jack’s pulsing cock, stemming his orgasm at the source.

“Fuck!” Jack trembled as his body desperately sought its release. “Why?”

“I wanna see what ya can really take.” Whiskey’s voice rumbled in a low growl. “Whaddya say, Jack? Ready for that fist?”

“What? Fuck.” Jack could feel the tightly coiled spring inside him slacken, his climax lost. “Fuck it, ok. Let’s try.”

Whiskey flashed a grin at Jack and climbed out of the bed, heading straight for the bathroom. As Jack positioned himself on the bed on all fours, we could hear the tap running with Whiskey, no doubt washing his hands in preparation. A few minutes later, he returned with a fresh bath towel which he placed between Jack's spread thighs.

"We don't really have the right lube to do this too deep." Jack heard Whiskey muse behind him. "But I just wanna see if I can get all four fingers an' my thumb in. Not really fistin' per se, just stretch ya a little."

"Uh, ok." Jack tried to relax, leaning his head down on the bed. "Will it, you know, hurt?"

"Shouldn't do." Whiskey slid three fingers into Jack's already gaping hole. "If it does ya need to tell me. Means 'm doin' somethin' wrong. Try to stay as still as possible for me."

"Ok." Jack let out a long breath as Whiskey applied liberal amounts of lube before easing in the fourth finger. Jack bit back a moan bordering on a wail as his hole stretched around Whiskey's fingers.

"Good boy." Whiskey purred, giving Jack's needy cock a few pumps to keep him hard. "Ya lookin' so good stretched out like this. We could make this a regular thing between us. Put in the time needed to properly fist ya."

Jack couldn't answer. His cheeks were burning red, and sweat was already beginning to drip from his forehead as he felt himself pushing back against Whiskey's hand. Rocking his hips, Jack pushed Whiskey’s fingers deep, making the older man chuckle.

“Ya like it then?”

“Fuck yeah.” Jack gasped out. Just the thought of doing this again was almost enough to make him cum. The image of Whiskey fucking him until his ass was sloppy with cum, then fisting him elbow-deep was all it took for Jack to let out another low groan, pushing his ass back toward Whiskey.

“All right, son.” Whiskey coached. “Time for the thumb. Just gonna tuck it in to stretch that pretty pussy then I’ll jack ya off.”

Jack heard the familiar sound of lube squelching out the tube as the fingers inside him were rotated to coat his hole in the sticky liquid. He could only imagine what he looked like right now, doggy style on a bed, his ass stretched and stuffed with fingers and cum.

As he felt the thumb get tucked inside, Jack let out a whine as Whiskey’s fingers, in a pincer position, eased into him up to the broadest part of the older man’s hand. Jack felt helpless, but in a good way, he couldn't explain, as his body shuddered and spasmed.

Jack's head buzzed with static as Whiskey took hold of his cock and began stroking him, almost milking him. The rhymic pumps of his cock adding to the waves coming from his ass as Whiskey's fingers massaged him closer to his release. Pleasure rippled through Jack as the two forms of stimulus began to collide.

Then like a dam bursting, Jack's vision went white as powerful shockwaves punched through his body. Everything part of him was dancing in ecstasy as his climax flowed over him. Time seemed to slow as Whiskey continued to pump the remainder of his seed onto the towel beneath him before releasing his tender cock and gently removing his fingers.

"Easy, Jack." Whiskey helped him roll onto his back, Jack's limbs trembling as he collapsed onto his back.

Picking up the towel, Whiskey cleaned his hand and delicately wiped Jack’s exposed, open hole. Heading to the bathroom again, Jack could hear Whiskey again cleaning up as his vision slowly started to return to him, and the aftershocks lessened. After a few minutes, Whiskey returned, sitting on the bed next to Jack, carefully wiping him down with a washcloth.

“I gotta say, Jack, this ain’t how I saw ya assessment goin’” Whiskey let out a deep chuckle. “But I’m impressed. Ya took everythin’ I threw at ya. An’ ya were committed to ya mission.”

“My mission?” Jack blinked up at him, still struggling to catch his breath.

“Ya came up here to seduce me so ya could figure out who I was.” Whiskey eyed Jack with a knowing look. “Ya bided ya time until I was sleepin’, then searched my room. Good job.”

“I-”

“Relax, son.” Whiskey gently stroked one of Jack’s still-shaking legs. “Like I said, I’m impressed. But now it’s time to get down to business. Tell me, Jack, whaddya know about Statesman?”

#agent whiskey #jack 'whiskey' daniels #agent whiskey x male character #agent jack 'whiskey' daniels #agent whiskey x original male character #kingsman: the golden circle #There should be more gay Whiskey #There should be more bi Whiskey #m/m fiction

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gedehamster · 3 months

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Skylars First Day

Okay, here we are, my first little short story, i've been sitting for a while thinking of which one i should post first and i think this is a good place to start. It's not long but, well, here are the warnings, i do hope you enjoy! (WARNING, THE FOLLOWING READ CONTAINS: CW: Homophobia and homophobic Slurs, CW: Violence)

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The ground was cold, cold and wet, the misty rain didn’t do the town any favors, even hidden from the main street he felt too exposed. he let out a soft breath, resting his head back against the concrete wall of whatever big building was behind him, his Jacket torn to pieces at this point, he could feel the goosebumps on his skin, the cold was slowly breaking through.

he whiped the wetness off of his face, looking at the thick red layer on the back of his hand, the lip was torn, no doubt about it, nose bleed maybe too, fuck.

he grinned softly, if it wasn’t for his own brain currently deep frying itself in ecstasy he would be in way more pain, but currently he had no idea where else he would be bleeding from.

“fuck me…” he whispered slightly, the cold air digging further into his skin, the city had never agreed with him since he moved here, and even though this wasn’t the first time he had been fucked up it had never been this heavily, a few punches and maybe spit in his face at most… never to blood.

he whipped the blood off of his hand onto his shirt, getting the pack of smokes from his jacket pocket, one left, putting the bud in his mouth he threw the empty carton away, picking up his lighter, giving it a few tries before the flame popped up.

he sat there, maybe for a bit too long, using the flame to warm his hands for a moment before lighting the cig and taking a deep inhale.

he let the filtered smoke run through his lungs, exhaling as he looked at the now blood covered bud of his cig.

“HEY FAGGOT”

the voice pierced the air and destroyed the quiet moment, Skylar took another drag, he didn’t react, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction “HEY SHITSTAIN I’M TALKING TO YOU!”

“fuck…” he murmured under his breath, struggling a bit to stand up, the kick to his stomach from earlier had hit prettier than he first thought, taking a moment to glance at the cunt he saw the same guy as before, the so called big man from infront of the club that was mad at him for… god knows what reason.

“sorry… out of smokes” Skylar said with a bit of grin, trying to keep his cool, of course he didn’t want another beating, but he was kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place, sitting in this alley to catch his breath had only left him more trapped, and no matter how agile he thought himself there was no way he could climb the metal fence behind him before the big guy caught up.

“playing dumb fuckboy? you know why i’m here” “double fuck…” Skylar whispered, putting on his best brave face, again, it hadn’t been the first time he had been beaten, and especially after moving, this place hadn’t exactly been kind to him.

“you didn’t get laid and now you need a new way to get your dick h-hard?” The tremble in his voice hadn’t been planned, ruined the combat, but the cold was really setting in now, even the smoke inside hadn't kept him warm.

The man grinned, a fucked up evil grin, the kind Skylar hadn’t seen before “that was funny, got another one inside you”

Skylars face went from a soft grin to terror in almost a second, the man was slowly stepping closer, prompting Skylar to slowly step back, but that wasn’t the terrifying part, the shine in his hand was what filled him with horror.

“w-wow, d-dude, i-it was just a joke…” His voice was trembling, he had no idea what to do, almost falling over himself as he slowly moved back, a few steps more and he was pressed up against the metal fence.

that fucked up grin hadn’t left the mans face for a second, every single step he took that shine got a little more clearer and that grin a little bit wider “You think you're funny huh?”

Skylar couldn’t answer, he just shook his head, terrified, his hands gripping onto the metal fencing, no idea what else to do, as the man suddenly lunged forward.

the knife plunging deep into Skylars the lower part of his chest, pain shot through him, a thing he barely had the chance to react to as the knife was pulled out, pierced into his body over and over again, he counted in his last moment 5 painful piercings of the blade before everything went dark… and cold, but his scarred chest tells a different and much longer story.

#oc #short story #cw homophobia #cw violence #cw homophobic slurs #pan as f #story #oc story #oc stuff #punk

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strangerthingsmademebi · 1 year

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Wicked Game

~ Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader~

Summary: You and Chrissy have been dating for a few months but when senior prom comes around you know you can’t go together. So you came up with a plan that will allow you to spend the night with the love of your life even if that means having to see Jason Carver dance with your girl .

warnings: swearing, angst, a bit of fluff. It`s the 80`s so there hints to people being homophobic. Also sorry if the descriptions of senior prom are wrong, I'm not American and so i can only base it off of films. not proofread.

Senior Prom. 1986

The one night a year that teachers didn`t give a fuck. But you did. And you had worked so hard to get here. Everyone had. It was the last big school event before graduation and you couldn't have been more ecstatic. You were one step closer to getting out of this hell hole called Hawkins.

The theme this year was “Movie Magic” and you had spent weeks finding the perfect outfit. You were going as Sandy from Grease and to say you looked sexy would be an understatement.

Even though you couldn`t spend the night with the girl of your dreams you still planned to make it memorable. You and your girlfriend Chrissy had devised a plan to allow you to go to prom together without drawing too much attention.

Double date.

You would each take a guy as your date and go as a party of four to prom. It wouldn't be suspicious because everyone assumed you were just close friends and so it wouldn't be surprise that you two would go to prom together.

It was the perfect plan. Until it wasn`t.

Chrissy was so beautiful in her pastel pink dress. She had gone as Baby from Dirty Dancing and it could not have been a better choice. You had to stop your self from running up and kissing her when you first saw her.

Everything was going well. You were laughing and dancing and drinking punch like there was no tomorrow. That was until a slow song came on and you found yourself watching Chrissy across the dance floor while you danced with your “date”. Ben was nice but defiantly not your type. His breath smelled like onion and his hands were always sweaty but you guess what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

You were swaying from side to side and trying to listen to what he whatever nonsense he was rambling on about. But you couldn't take your eyes off her. Why was she laughing? Jason wasn`t funny he was the biggest ass you had ever met. He was the first to ask her so you had to put up with him for one night and one night only.

Ugh!! He needed to move his hands away from her ass or you would do it for him. His arms around her. Staring at her with hearts in his eyes. A part of you pitied the boy. But the other part of you so desperately wanted to be in his place at that moment in time.

It was getting to much so you extricated yourself from Ben and muttered something about getting some punch.

That was how you found yourself standing by the punch bowl with a scowl.

Why did you agree to this? Would anyone really expect anything, I mean tones of girls went together as friends . We’re you really that paranoid that you were missing out on spending your senior prom with the only person you ever want to be around?

Yep.

You were that scared but with good reason. You don’t know how people would react and you didn’t want to find out.

But looking at Chrissy. Your Chrissy. You couldn’t do it anymore. Your breathing started to quicken and your hand curled into a fist. You had to get out of there before you punched someone . Most likely Jason for how he was looking at your girl.

And so you found yourself outside the back of the school with your back pressed closely to the wall. You tried to catch your breath and tilted your head towards the star sprinkled sky. God. This was your senior prom and here you were. Alone and trying to fight off tears.

A sound made your head whip towards the door and to your shock Chrissy appeared. Seeing your distraught state she immediately rushed towards you.

“Y/N?, what wrong sweetheart?”

You quickly wiped away the tears that had fallen and looked down.

“Nothing. I`m just being stupid.” you murmured embarrassed to be caught.

“ Sweetie, Hey, Don`t say that. Please. Why are you out here all alone?” Chrissy spoke softly and with such love that you couldn't help but meet her eyes.

“ I….. guess i got a little jealous” you answered quietly so she could only just hear what you said.

“Jealous?” she stifled a little chuckle and reach out to touch your cheek. She gently brushed the apple of your cheek with her thumb while she gazed at you. God her eyes. they were so beautiful how can they even be real. How can they be in front of you and looking at you with such love and admiration while you tell her your stupid insecurities. “Of what?”

“You … and Jason.” You looked down in embarrassment but Chrissy used her pointer finger to tip your chin back up. She looked at you with such sincerity and something to say seriously? him ?.

“Oh baby.” She pulled you closer and her lips gently brushed against yours. She smelt and tasted like honey and if felt like you saw heaven (which you swear you saw every time you were with her).

“ You know i only love you. He's just a beard as is Ben. I`d much rather spend tonight with you especially now that my feet are bruised from the amount of times he's stepped on them tonight.” She chuckled softly. You eyes widen upon hearing she's hurt even if it was an accident. She saw this and rubbed your arm to bring you back to what she was saying.

“ I defiantly don't like him especially not like that.” She faked a gag which brought the first real smile of the night to your face. Chrissy smiled back and cupped your face with her hands.

“I'm yours baby and your mine. Ben can piss off and Jason can go fuck himself for all i care. Your my person. Nothing is going to change that Y/N. Nothing!”

Your shoulders relaxed at that and you pulled her into a passionate kiss which left you both breathless. How were you so lucky?

“I love you Chrissy. And if Jason ever hurts you again i will end him! I don't care if it an accident no one hurts my girl.” Chrissy chuckled at your statement and hid her head in your neck. She's so warm and cute it made your heart melt.

“How about we get out of here and go back your place?” Chrissy mumbled into your neck. The vibration sent tingles down your neck.

“That sounds perfect baby.” You whispered against the crown of her head. Suddenly there was noise that came from the door into the school and stumbling out came Robin Buckley and a girl you could only assume was Vicky. Robin and you had grown close when everything with the upside down was happening. She was one of the only people who knew about you and more specifically you and Chrissy. You also knew about her crush and Vicky and so to see them like this sprouted a seed of hope in your chest that your friend might find the same happiness and love that you felt.

The two girls were holding hands and giggling which abruptly stopped when all four of you made eye contact. An unspoken understanding settled over everyone.

A laugh broke the silence and you turned to find Chrissy with a tightened face trying to hold in the rest of her laughs. Soon everyone was laughing loudly. As it died down Robin reached for Vicky's hand and pulled her away to find another hiding spot. As she walked past you held out you hand for Robin to discreetly high five you.

You turned back to Chrissy and wiped away a tear of joy before holding her soft hand in yours.

With grins on your faces you walked back to the parking lot but as you left neither of you noticed the flickering street lamp that illuminated your car...

authors note: dun dun dun..... i may do a part two if this does well but i hope you enjoyed this one-shot. side note - why is there such a limited number of Chrissy stories !!!! I may as well just write my own ahahaha.

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