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Scarvio Headcanons

Guess who’s back on her bullshit

It’s me :)

Nemona, my favorite skrungly dumbass. Sweet thing is trying her best, unable to discern her romantic feelings from her platonic ones for so long. Listen, growing up she only had pokemon on the mind, and once she reached the top she really didn’t have any friends, so she’s still figuring things out. But enough about her being lost in her feelings, because I’ve talked about that enough.

Once she manages to spill her guts and get into an actual relationship, she’s completely lovesick, over the moon. Her entire worldview has changed for the better, as she somehow becomes even peppier than usual. The happiness beaming from her is as radiant as the sun. Her mood is impossible to bring down. She’s just so happy that you’ve given her a chance, that you feel the same way about her that she feels about you.

In general? She’s a mix of eager and nervous. Nemona only recently made real friends, so obviously she’s still learning the ins and outs and weird quirks of relationships, both for platonic and romantic ones. Don’t get me wrong, she’s absolutely ecstatic at the idea of having a girlfriend, and she absolutely loves you with her whole heart and soul, but this is still new, unexplored territory for her. Taking big steps in your relationship makes her heart pound, both from excitement and fear, but she fights against her nervousness with relative ease, viewing it as a mere challenge she must overcome to become the girlfriend of your dreams.

Speaking of friends, Nemona likes to go to them for advice, despite both of them being in the same relationship boat as her, to varying effect. Arven actually gives some pretty sound advice, but that’s mainly because said advice boils down to making and giving you food, and who doesn’t love free food? Penny, on the other hand, essentially just rehashed vagueling romantic things from her favorite manga and anime. Thankfully for you, Arven usually manages to shut her down before any ideas can be planted into Nemona’s head.

Her favorite kind of dates are the ones where you spend time in nature together. Whether you’re going on a picnic or camping or just plain ol’ adventuring, she’s gonna have a great time. Just know that she is going to try and battle every unique looking pokemon you come across. On the bright side, she’ll always give you first dibs when it comes to catching them. It might take a long while for her to catch anything, given her less than stellar throwing arm, but she’ll succeed eventually through raw, sheer determination.

This mentality can be applied whenever you express interest in catching a pokemon. If you want something, Nemona will get it for you, no questions asked. If you are looking for something super rare? Nemona’s got it. You’re trying to get a shiny? She’s already on it. You want something insane like the rare three-segmented Dudunsparce and you want it to be shiny? Don’t worry, babe, she’s got this. She will disappear for weeks on end and reemerge with the spoils of war in hand.

Please let her geek out, if only for a little bit. Let her rant and rave about the insane battle she had with her rival a few days ago, or about the uber rare pokemon she found earlier in the week. On one hand, she just wants to talk about these things in general, but on the other hand she just wants to know that someone in her life is genuinely interested in what she has to say. It makes her heart flutter in a way that she’s never felt before. The second you give her that kind of attention, she knows that you are the one for her.

Anyways, I always love posts that are like “slander your favs for no reason” so Imma try to do that for each of these ladies, except it isn’t really gonna be slander but I’m gonna call it that anyways because I don’t know what else to call it. For Nemona, I’d say that she’d fall hook, line, and sinker for those old playground rumors, like Mew being under a truck by the S.S. Ann or the Jirachi rock bullshit. If you tell her that they aren’t real, that people just made them up to pull people’s legs, she would be completely crushed.

Penny’s a weird one. Like, just in general, and we love her for that. She is the epitome of what facebook boomers think of the younger generation. She is terminally online and refuses to leave her room unless absolutely necessary. She has committed bank fraud. She is blue hair and pronouns. She is holy fucking bingle.

Unlike Nemona, who is super eager about taking steps in your relationship, Penny is terrified of them. She’s never been this close to another person in her entire life, so obviously she’s hesitant. Not to say that she doesn’t like being close with you, she loves it and craves to be even closer, but she can’t help but feel a bit afraid of the unknown. That’s all to say, you are going to have to be the one to initiate those steps. Just be careful, even a kiss to the cheek is enough to make her brain do a full system-reboot.

But she wants to take those steps, and wants to show you that she cares about and loves you (although it takes a very long time for her to bust out the L-word). For starters, Penny will actually open up to you about all of her interests. She’s not ashamed of who she is, but she doesn’t tell most people about her interests due to being bullied for them in the past. On top of that, she’ll also introduce you to her Team Star buddies, and they definitely pull the overprotective card on you. Hell, she’d even hack the league again for you if you so much as asked (just don’t tell Clavell she said that).

She also takes your interests into consideration in order to recommend some of her favorite things in return-from manga, to video games, to music. And if you ever tell her about something that you really, really love, she will binge it ASAP. You could mention a game that takes at least a hundred hours to complete and she will somehow finish it within a matter of days, ready to talk about it as soon as the credits roll. She was bullied for the things she loves, so she knows how much it sucks having no one to talk to about them. Not that she’d ever say that out loud, though, because mushy feelings and words don’t come naturally to her.

Kind of an aside, but do you think something like pokemon showdown (online battles) would exist in the pokemon universe? I only mention this because I think Penny would be super into competitive memes. She would totally mention something like homophobic ferrothorn in casual conversation and expect you to understand what she’s talking about.

Of course, how could I mention Penny in general headcanons without bringing up the theory that she’s Peony’s daughter? How could I pass up an opportunity to, once again, talk about supreme supportive embarrassing dad-of-the-year Peony who’s extremely supportive of his gay daughters? Giving Peonia this treatment wasn’t enough, I seek more carnage.

Now, Penny would definitely have it better than Peonia, considering she lives in a different region and all, but that doesn’t stop Peony. He sends her small gifts all the time, many of which are handmade. In particular, he loves to send little pride flag patches, which she often shares with her friends. He also tries to send her supportive messages to tell her that he loves and accepts all of her no matter what, but they’re always made in MS Paint with a mouse and he has to ask Peonia to help him save the image and send it to her, and it's always either far too small or far too big, nowhere in between.

Slander time, Penny would absolutely own a titty mouse pad of one of her favorite anime characters. She is incredibly embarrassed about owning it, and dreads the day someone finds it, but she still uses it, and goes to great lengths to hide the thing whenever anyone comes over.

Katy is kinda hard for me to write for because it’s in an instance of oh I know someone with that name and it’s hard for me to think of her without thinking about that person with whom I am related to, but you didn’t ask about that.

This woman? She’s the sweetest thing to ever grace Paldea. This lady is so sickeningly sweet at all times, only wanting the best for those around her. She couldn’t even hurt a Cutiefly because she’s simply too kind. Make no mistake, she could absolutely clock the shit out of someone, but she simply chooses not to. Thankfully, she only believes in uplifting others.

Obviously, baking is her passion. She’s spent years perfecting her craft down to a science, enough to make complex techniques look simple. More than anything, she wants to share the joys of baking with you. It’s like giving you a piece of her to hold onto forever. Don’t be surprised if she ends up making you her go-to taste tester, always asking your opinion on whatever new concoction she’s whipped up. All she asks is that you’re honest, not wanting you to lie just to protect her feelings.

Speaking of her craft, she understands how difficult it can be to get into or master a craft or hobby, about how easy it is to put yourself down the second you make a mistake. She’s been there, she gets it, hence why she doesn’t hold back with her praise and criticism. She believes it’s important to acknowledge how much you’ve improved while also keeping in mind how you can strive to be better.

Despite how sweet and kind she is, Katy does have a mischievous streak. Pulling light-hearted pranks is one of her favorite pastimes. It's small things like signing your email up to some random newsletter or asking “what’s that” while pointing over your shoulder, only to be met by one of her creepy-crawly or bear-shaped pokemon. You could argue that these things don’t really classify as pranks, but she loves doing them nonetheless. Even though they are completely harmless, she always has sweets to give the prankee after the fact, just in case her actions somehow came off poorly.

But let’s skip to the bottom line, you can’t date Katy if you hate bug pokemon. And it’s not because she won’t tolerate your opinion, no, it’s because her little-and big-bugs are around constantly. If your fear was bad enough, you’d likely end up having a heart attack just by being around her for an extended period of time. If you are afraid of them but are determined to be with her, then she’ll do everything in her power to help overcome your fears. Exposure therapy can work wonders if you’re willing to put the effort in, and she’ll reward you with her love and baked goods for being so brave, especially because you’d be doing it for her.

She’s one of the most uplifting, cheerful yet calm partners you could have. She’ll always be in your corner, helping you along the way of whatever journey you are on, but she won’t be overbearing. She’s a very passive person by nature and struggles with confrontation, but she has your back no matter what happens, prepared to catch you and help you back onto your feet whenever you may fall down.

Slander posting time, Katy really got into the “everything is cake” thing. Like, it kind of became a problem, to the point that she spent hours making a single realistic-looking pastry. Normally, she’s not too hard on herself when it comes to baking, as small mistakes are unavoidable and are nothing worth losing sleep over. That is, until she was working on a hyper-realistic Tarountula, where she acted like her life was on the line should a single one be made.

Iono can be super energetic, upbeat, and slightly unhinged at times, and lowkey, chill, and… still kinda unhinged at others. She’s an online personality, so, of course, there’s a persona she has to put up, but with someone like you, she can be her regular self.

For starters, this girl is fuckin’ tired. Putting up her hyper-active streaming persona whenever she’s around others while also having to deal with internet weirdos wears her out. Of course, she’s grateful for her job and the opportunities that come along with it, but that doesn’t mean it’s not stressful at times. She can handle it, though, even if she does end up whining and borderline begging you to cuddle her when you get home at the end of the day, if only for a bit.

When it comes to your relationship, she desperately wants to show you off. You’re her darling, loving girlfriend, who is both incredibly hot and talented. It’s only natural that she would want to show off how great your relationship is. But, at the same time, she’s very secretive with it. For one, she knows how certain people can get when the people they follow get into relationships, and two, she wants to keep her personal life out of the public eye.

Her hair is a nightmare to care for. Not just because there’s a ton of it, but because she has to constantly make sure it’s dyed properly. Personally, I believe her hair is naturally pink, meaning every few weeks she has to get the turquoise parts touched up. Of course, that doesn’t even mention how long it takes to style. All she asks of you (a lie) is to brush her hair, careful to work out the tangles with delicate strokes. She’s always willing to return the favor, tending to your hair based on your instructions.

Whenever you go out, she has no choice but to put on a disguise. On a date, she doesn’t want to be noticed by the general public. Not only would it bring attention to you both, it would also force her to put up her streaming face, which would kinda destroy the purpose of you guys going out in the first place. What’s the point of spending quality time with each other, one-on-one, if she has to be fake to appease those around you?

On the actual dates, she’s super lowkey, even more than usual. It’s not often that she gets to be herself out in public, so she cherishes all the time dearly, even if she has to hide her face in doing so. You get to hold hands, go out to eat, and walk around the streets of Levincia while window shopping, chatting and laughing the whole time. She forgets how much she loves it, living a mundane life, even if just for a few hours. It makes her think about what life will be like in the future. She doesn’t want to live in the public eye, streaming forever, so these small moments are like a glimpse into the future for her.

But Iono can absolutely be a menace, as well, both on and off stream. Like, you could just be on your quiet little date in the city and she’ll randomly ask if you want to go harass Larry. She does it all the time for her streams because the people love him, but she also just does it for fun on her own time. Besides, who doesn’t want to end their date by badgering epic divorce man as he eats 50 rice balls in one sitting?

As for slander, well, there’s many things I could mention here, if I’m being honest, but let’s just stick with the simplest one. She’s done a youtuber apology before in response to some dumb controversy she got involved in, complete with the sigh at the beginning followed by “I never wanted to make this video” and all.

Tulip’s elegant and a bit head strong, and is also incredibly charismatic and business savvy. Beauty is her forte, and she finds it in all things, regardless of what other people think, which she thinks is a mindset everyone could benefit from having.

She’s a bit more difficult than others, in a sense, mainly because of how busy her life is. Typically, she’s talking to business personnel about her next line of cosmetics, either in person or over the phone. As a result, making time for you can be difficult. Sometimes, the most you’ll see of her in a day is her, on the phone, whispering a quick “love you” and planting a kiss on the top of your head before turning her attention back to whoever’s on the other end of the line.

But every now and then, she’ll clear her entire schedule and spend the entire day with you, and she’s pampering to a fault. No matter what you end up doing all day, at some point she’ll sit you down and do your makeup and style your hair all pretty while chatting away. Her work is flawless, obviously, although it does take quite some time to finish. She’ll let you do hers in return, finding whatever choices you make to be beautiful. After all, you picked out the colors and styles specifically for her, so of course she’ll love it.

If you end up going out, she’d love to go to a nice restaurant. It’s a great way to show off how lovely you both look, dolled up, ready for a wild night on the town. Eventually, though, she'll get recognized, leading to you both being tailed by the paparazzi. She puts on her best smile, asking you to play along, but soon enough you’ll both bail. The night ends with you running through back alley streets, laughing and giggling with one another until you eventually find your way back home.

Quiet dates are what she prefers, though, as it’s nice to just relax and unwind with someone you love. She adores meditation and yoga, and would love to guide you through some sessions. She’s learned a lot from Dendra, after all, and needs to put that knowledge to good use. That being said, she’s a very flexible person, mainly because she’s been doing yoga for so long, so don’t feel bad if you have trouble keeping up with her.

While Tulip’s whole business is about cosmetics, she puts a ton of value on self-love. To her, makeup is purely an art form which uses the human body as its canvas. Every face, every body, has beauty to it. If you can’t realize how wonderful you are in your most natural state, then slathering makeup on, what you perceive to be, flaws won’t change your overall self-image. Makeup is a hobby, and it looks best when you use it to accentuate what beauty you already possess. It’s the reason she absolutely loathes self-deprecation. If she ever catches you saying something bad about yourself, whether it’s meant to be comedic or not, she’ll take your face in her hands, squishing your cheeks a bit, while stating otherwise. Like, if you said you weren’t really that pretty or attractive, she’ll go off on a rant about how beautiful you are, both in and out. If she thinks something seriously up with you, that something is really weighing on your mind, she’ll clear her schedule as soon as possible and spend hours spoiling you, making sure you know how much she truly loves you and you alone.

Tulip is also super into self-care. If she’s not posting about makeup or fashion, she’s promoting all kinds of things to her followers. She posts about her morning routine and makes instructional videos for yoga poses and stretches. Sometimes, she’ll drag you out of bed in the morning to join in on her regular routine, mainly her skin care routine as well as meditation. It’s important to take care of your mind and body, and she won’t let you forget that.

Let’s see, slander for Tulip. Normally, she’s a very calm and composed individual, but she’s not perfect. That is to say, there exists a video of her just completely blowing up at someone Christian Bale style. She prefers to ignore its existence.

Rika’s honestly not my type, but I get the appeal, even if she does look like gijinka Perry the Platypus. She’s got that cool edge about her, even when she is wearing her grandma glasses.

She loves to flirt with you. The flustered expression she can force onto your face never fails to make her heart pound in her chest. The way your eyes widen, the way you try to hide your face from her, the way you stammer through your words… all moments she cherishes. She’s not above kabedoning (or whatever the word is) you just to see you squirm. She wants to steal your heart, and will go to any lengths she has to to make you hers.

That being said, I sincerely see Rika as a failwife. She may look sleek and suave on the surface, but behind closed doors? She’s a disaster. She lays in bed at night. tormented by your cute face, as she’s forced to overthink every little interaction she’s ever had with you. It’s like, she’ll think about some interaction you’ve had, thinking she completely embarrassed herself in front of you, that she completely screwed up her chances with you, when in reality you don’t even remember it. Not even the gentle embrace of Clodsire can save her.

Whenever she’s working as the league’s receptionist, she’s thinking about you. It’s not her fault that browsing through your social medias is far more interesting than forwarding emails. Of course, she makes sure to keep them in a separate tab to switch off of them second anyone walks into the room. Just because all of her co-workers, as well as her boss, know that she slacks off doesn’t mean they need to catch her in the act. Battling is a different story, though, as her focus has no room to wander off there.

She’s kinda like a second mom to Poppy. The tot’s far too young to work an actual job, obviously, but she spends a good deal of her day at the league in the off chance that a challenger comes by. Most of the time, she’s sat around, doodling her team and parents and co-workers with crayons on printer paper. Rika spends quite a bit of time watching over her, making sure she’s not getting into too much trouble while praising her artistic talents. Rika makes sure she gets lunch and always sets her down for her afternoon nap and brings her home at the end of the day and whatnot.

That’s all to say, Rika inadvertently built up an attachment to the kid. She never thought she would want to be a mom, and she isn’t even sure if she really wants children of her own, considering being a babysitter isn’t nearly the same thing as being an actual parent, but taking care of Poppy always gets her thinking. For now, at least, she’s content being an aunt. If she ever saw you caring for Poppy, her heart might just explode. You’d simply be too cute, and it would also make her realize that she might have a thing for milfs.

She has a secret love for shitty romcoms. Once you’ve been together for awhile, she’ll invite you over for the night and put one on under the guise that you can make fun of how stupid and predictable it will be, but if you pay attention to her while watching, you’ll notice that the enjoyment she’s getting out of it is far from ironic. No matter how much you may poke or prod or tease, she will never admit it. She just wants you to think she’s cool, is that so much to ask for?

As for her slander, she doesn’t really understand memes. Like, you know the joke about parents always pulling the same face when you show them a meme? That’s Rika, she makes that face almost every time you try to show her something funny. It’s not like she isn’t online, or anything, she just doesn’t understand them.

Geeta, my favorite chairwoman with a voluminous shell of hair. No one knows how she cares for that behemoth, just like how no one knows how a good chunk of the wider pokemon community fail to understand her purpose in the games, but I digress.

As I believe I’ve said before, Geeta is a workaholic. Most of the time she’s tending to her league related duties, which results in little time spent together. When she eventually arrives home, tired but generally satisfied after a long day of work, she kisses you softly as a way to say “hello”, squeezing a bit of quality time in, before shutting herself away in her at-home office to continue working. Unfortunately, it falls to you to tear her away from her work when she’s clearly run herself ragged.

Thankfully, vacations happen pretty often, as she frequently travels to represent the Paldean league. It’s still work, but it gives her a great opportunity to spend time with you. Exploring new regions makes her feel like a kid, like she’s experiencing her journey across Paldea with her Glimmet in tow all over again. It reminds of her simpler days, causing a small, nostalgic smile to find its way onto her face. She encourages you to continue poking around on your own when she has to return to doing work.

Mentioned this in the past as well, but Geeta spoils you endlessly. Gift giving is one of her love languages. She can’t help but think of you when seeing adorable clothes and objects in shop windows and online stores, knowing the delightfully surprised expression you’d make when presented with the sudden gift, even though you should expect these things from her after being with each other for so long. It’s not like she’s struggling financially or anything, so why shouldn’t she?

Also, she loves spa dates. It lets her spend time with, spoil you, and relieve her incredible stress all at once. It’s the perfect date in her mind. Of course, she loves fancy dates, at high end restaurants and stuffy galas held by the league. She enjoys luxurious goods, the expensive, fine wine and food, and she also loves to see you dressed to the nines. But they don’t hold a flame to the love she has for relaxing with you at the end of a long day.

She’s very particular with her things. Like, everything within her office, both at the league and at home, is perfectly organized. The top of the expensive-looking wood is essentially pristine, all her fountain pens and other small knick knacks are kept in holders, and the drawers are full, although not overly so, of neatly filed papers organized alphabetically. She knows where everything is at all times, and can get irritated if someone moves them around. And yes, she has framed photos of you on her desk in both offices.

That being said, certain parts of her home, mostly closets, are messy and borderline overflowing. The closet that her clothes are in is neatly kept to prevent the finely pressed, sleeveless work shirts and blazers from getting wrinkled, but no other closet is safe. They are just full of random objects she doesn’t know what to do with. Normally, she prefers not to acknowledge their existence, simply smiling if you ever brought them up, but if you were to go through and organize them for her, she would marry you on the spot.

She just… she thinks about you a lot. Whenever there’s a slow moment in the day, she’s thinking of you. When she’s moving from point A to point B or transitioning between tasks, she’s thinking of you. When the work place spirals into hectic chaos, she’s thinking of you, because, Arceus help her, if she didn’t think of anything else, she would completely snap and maybe kill someone. Even when still hard at work, thinking about you and what you might be doing at work or home makes her feel at ease, helping her grapple with her ever-mounting stress.

Geeta slander, okay. Do you know how Mark Zuckerberg owns, like, 30 pairs of the same shirt that, despite looking incredibly simple, are all uber expensive? That’s Geeta, except it’s for her blazers. She has several pairs of them to ensure she always has a clean, ironed one available, which at least makes sense since they have to be dry-cleaned and all, but goddamn she’s put down a small fortune on the things.

Mela, as you would expect, is stubborn and hot-headed. Her reputation as a foul-mouthed delinquent sends most people packing, but if you manage to wiggle your way past her defenses, you’ll end up with an endlessly loyal friend (or girlfriend, in this case) who would move mountains for you.

This girl is incredibly possessive. If you ask her why, she’ll tell you that it’s to ensure that no one tried to mess with you, stopping others from making fun of or coming onto you before they even got the chance. Which is true and all, but she also just doesn’t like the idea of people getting too cozy with you. Simply put, she gets jealous easily. Not that she would ever admit it, as she’d sooner burn through every excuse under the sun before doing so.

She tends to come off rather, uh, strong, to say the least. No matter what she’s doing, she will look intimidating, even with her doofy walk. The day she asked you out, she marched up to you, face as menacing as ever, and just spouted out “go on a date with me!”, leaving no room for opposition (not that you would have said no, of course). It’s not her fault, really, she just has a bad case of resting bitch face. Speaking of your first date, it was kinda awkward, but in an endearing way. More likely than not, you didn’t really know who Mela was outside of her being a member of the team causing chaos for the school, as well as the fact that she was very, very intimidating. Naturally, you were pretty nervous during the date, afraid that saying the wrong thing would result in you being yelled at. Little did you know, Mela was also incredibly nervous, because you were just so pretty and kind and she really didn’t want to blow her chances with you.

Honestly, she doesn’t really have a ton of strong interests. There are things she likes to do, sure, but not enough to call them hobbies. And even then, a lot of them are activities that her friends really love, meaning she only bothers with them when hanging out. She likes these things enough, but most of her enjoyment comes from being with her friends and not the actual thing in question. Whatever you are passionate about, she’ll jump into. As long as you’re having fun, she’s happy.

It isn’t until after Team Star’s downfall that she begins to express her interest in art. She’s always liked drawing and painting and what not, but she never had the opportunity to get into it, mainly because her skills are rudimentary at best. Her only real experience with drawing in recent memory includes poorly doodling in the margins of spiral notebooks and worksheets, which prevented her skills from improving all that much.

It takes her awhile to break out of her shell and show people her work, as she’s afraid that they would point and laugh at her. Even though she could easily rip someone a new one if they so much as looked at her funny, she’s still afraid of falling into the cycle of bullying she was subjected to before. But she pushes past that fear, knowing that feedback from those that care will only help her improve. She shares more art with you than anyone else, so please be gentle with her. She works so hard on each piece, and is desperate to eat your praise up.

She’s a cuddle bug, one hundred percent. Do not mention that fact, though, because doing so would cause her to explode. She is supposed to be rough and tough, the deep cutting wit of her team that can force even the most self-confident individuals to run away crying. If people knew that she was a little spoon, that she liked to be snuggled as close as possible against her girlfriend behind closed doors, her reputation would be tarnished forever. She doesn’t even want her friends to find out, because she knows they would hold it over her head and tease her forever. And by friends, I mean all of them except for Eri, who would try to stop the others from teasing, an effort that would fail miserably.

Regarding slander, I’d say that Mela owns a ton of those “how to draw anime” books. She was super into them when she was younger, resulting in a lot of embarrassing old drawings. She hates them, but looks back at them sometimes to see how far her artistic abilities have come.

Eri, my beloved. She is peak gentle giant, strong and powerful and an absolute sweetheart by nature. She is your ride or die, willing to do anything she has to in order to keep you safe and happy.

This girl absolutely adores you. She gets drawn in by your natural strength and beauty, leading to her sheepishly introducing herself. Just like Mela, you’d find yourself intimidated by her presence at first, but when you actually get to know her you come to realize how sweet and kind she is. As soon as you’re friends, she would be willing to drop everything for you, and that sentiment only grows stronger when you get together. If you ever need anything, all you need do is ask, and she’ll take care of it, no questions asked.

I kinda implied it with the above, but Eri is actually kinda shy. She really doesn’t like being looked at, finding the stares of others to be intimidating. It was Atticus that came up with the idea of wearing a mask, which helped her feel way more comfortable being around others, despite it drawing in more attention. To be fair though, even if she didn’t wear it, people would still stare due to how tall and muscular she is. Over the years, she’s gotten better, more sociable, but talking to you early into your friendship as well as officially asking you out brought that side of her out again.

She’s a big ol’ teddy bear. She has the physique of a Greek god, and she uses all of those defined muscles to give the most mind-blowing hugs imaginable. With her arms around you, holding you closer than humanly possible, it’s impossible to feel cold or unsafe. She prefers to hold you closely, but has no issue with you sprawling out on top of her or trying to be the big spoon. She just wants to devolve into a tangle of limbs with you, regardless of what position you find yourselves in.

Of course, Eri is super into working out and staying fit. She lifts, she runs, she pumps iron, she does it all, and she loves it. Is she a gym rat? Not quite, but she’s been mistaken for one before. She wouldn’t ask you to join her outright, but she clearly wants you to join in. She’s a bit afraid to ask you directly in the fear that you’ll feel pressured to say yes. If you tag along, to her excitement, she will tone her regular routine down for your sake, not wanting you to feel too sore in the morning.

Also, she’s the type of person to wake up at the crack of dawn. She likes to start the morning off with a brisk jog. It’s her way of waking up instead of caffeine. You can’t stop her from untangling you from her arms upon waking up, no matter how much you may beg and plead for her to stay in bed with for just a little bit longer. She simply cannot be swayed.

She loves horror in concept, but absolutely hates it in practice. She can get pretty excited when sitting down to watch something like a horror movie, but as soon as anything scary happens, she’s out. Not literally, she will sit through the entire thing, but she has to grab a nearby pillow to hide behind when anything remotely scary happens to do so. If you are with her, she will cower behind you instead, essentially setting you down on her lap to more easily hide behind your shoulder..

Eri absolutely loves cute things. As evidenced by her princess-esque outfit and use of heal balls. That being said, Eri also thinks everything is cute. There’s the obvious, typical cute things she loves, like stuffed animals and frills and anything draped in pink or purple, but she also believes that her team of pokemon are cute, which, need I remind you, contains a beast that evolves by getting so furious that it fucking dies. Everything is cute in her world, and she will use everything in her power to keep that cuteness safe. The strong must protect the sweet and whatnot.

Slander? Well, I’d say that Eri accidentally breaks things regularly due to how strong she is, but everytime it happens she cries about it. She just feels so bad about it, even if everyone around her tells her that it’s fine because it was an accident.

Miriam is such a mess, but she’s trying her best. She’s kinda like Rika, in the sense that she has a failwife-esque energy about her. She melts under your attention, but that doesn’t stop her from blabbing about you to anyone who will listen.

Poor Miriam is tired and disappointed with her place in life, and it shows sometimes. All she wanted to be was a teacher, but she got shafted into the position of school nurse. Given, it was more or less her fault, considering that she was the one that failed the test. Truth be told, she didn’t study as much as she probably should have for the exam, but that doesn’t dull the sting of failure. She puts on the face of a school nurse during work hours regardless of her dissatisfaction, although doing so can get a bit awkward when faced with the academy’s older students.

That being said, when she finds her spark and decides to attempt the test again, she’s all into studying. If you were to help her out during this time, bringing her food and tea and encouraging her to take breaks to clear her mind, it would be much appreciated. Sure, she always tells others to take care of themselves, but that doesn’t mean that she’s good at it herself. Plus, your encouragement helps her keep going when she wants to throw in the towel. When she eventually passes the test, she’s gonna take you out on the best damn date the world has ever seen as thanks.

Regardless of where she’s at in life, she will come home and collapse on the couch, waiting for you to join her so she can blab about her day. When she’s working as a nurse, she’s bored and dissatisfied, wishing for more out of her work day. When she’s studying to become a teacher, she’s tired and mentally done with things, knowing that she will eventually have to go back to studying till her brain is fried even though she just got home from work. Comfort her please, she’s desperate.

Let it be known that she can fall fast, and she can absolutely fall hard. It doesn’t take much for her to take interest in someone, for her to flirt with you on a casual basis, but when she begins to form a crush, it’s the end for her. She’s tripping over herself whenever you’re around, and blushing up a storm whenever you’re on her mind. Everyone around her knows she has a crush the instant it forms, you included. She can see that her feelings are obvious, so she makes no real attempt to hide them from you. However, she won’t act on them, because she wants you to make the first move.

Once you do start dating, she talks about you constantly. Should anything come up that reminds her of you, even if just by the slightest bit, she’ll bring it up. Some of her coworkers find it endearing, and others can’t stand it (cough Raifort cough). Not that she notices, though, because she’s too busy talking about you to take their reactions into consideration. She’s also the type of person to refer to you as her wife even when you’re just dating.

She’s another cheerleader, but is more out there than the likes of Katy. She doesn’t just want you to know that she’s supporting you, she wants everyone around to know she’s got your back, because have you seen her wife? She’s absolutely killing it, look at how cool she is. Miriam is just incredibly supportive and wants to repay you for all the support you’ve given her, ready to hype you up as much as possible at a moment's notice. Of course, she’ll also force you to sit back and take care of yourself if she thinks you're in desperate need of a break.

Slander? Well, when she’s drunk, she turns into a basic bitch. She’ll move until she’s sitting right next to you, almost tripping several times in the process, so she can lean in close. She’ll run her fingers up and down your arm, her touch incredibly clumsy and sluggish, saying things like “you are SO funny” while laughing and kicking her feet after you say literally anything.

Dendra is also kind of a mess, but for a different reason. Because she’s a huge fitness nut and, essentially, a PE teacher, she often gets injured, making her more of a physical mess than a mental one.

She’s super energetic, always pumped up and ready for action. She could be coming back from a workout, exhausted as hell, but will instantly perk up and go in for round two if someone asked her to join them. It’s like she has an infinite fount of energy, because how else could she always be so active? She doesn’t sleep more than the average person or anything, neither does she bother with caffeine.

Unlike Eri, I would absolutely call Dendra a gym rat. She’s all about the grind. Working out is her favorite hobby, her happy place. On top of that, she’s extremely welcoming to anyone trying to get into fitness, wanting to help them find what works best for them. Also unlike Eri, she’s much more open about wanting you to join her workout sessions, to the point that she’s willing to beg.

You can always tell when she’s gotten injured by the way she greets you after work. Normally, she’ll rush through your home to find wherever you are, nearly tackling you into a hug. It’s been a long day and she missed you. But when she’s been injured, she sheepishly walks through the door, careful to avoid walking into the room you are in fully to try and hide the bandages from your line of sight.

In general, she’s just a really bad liar, and she lowers her head, like a child waiting to be scolded, when found out. She doesn’t like hiding things, especially from you, but she doesn’t want you to worry, either. Injury happens all the time in her line of work, making it something she’s grown accustomed to as well as expect. As such, she doesn’t want you worrying about each and every one of her scabs and bruises, even if she does like the way you dote on her.

She really likes to show her love for you. It’s not that she thinks you don’t know how much she cares for you, she just likes asserting it. Obviously, she does this through spending time with you, and being affectionate with you, and saying “I love you”, but she also likes to give you little gifts here and there. This obviously isn’t a problem, much less weird for a girlfriend to do. Rather, the issue is that food is included in that, and she’s an awful chef. She knows this, and tries to improve, but it’s still not great. Eat with caution.

Loves to talk about you to her friends. She doesn’t talk about you constantly, but it’s not uncommon for you to be brought up in conversation with the likes of Tulip and Miriam. Usually, it’s just in passing, but sometimes it’s about how she wants to do more for you, show her love in different ways. Tulip suggests getting dressed up and going out somewhere nice, but that isn’t really her style, and Miriam tries to help her improve her cooking skills, but the lessons never really go anywhere. Still, she values their support and advice, regardless of their effectiveness.

Like both of her friends, Dendra is big on taking care of yourself. It takes a lot of time and effort to keep your body happy and healthy, but it’s all worth it, because it will only result in you feeling better, and when you’re feeling better, it’s easier to uplift others. She greatly encourages you to start some kind of daily routine if you don’t already have one, and she will hold you to it.

In terms of slander, I’d say that she’s the type of person to easily forget dates. She’s got your birthday on lock, but that’s it. Expect her to show up to anniversaries and Valentines dates late with a bouquet of flowers she purchased on her way over.

Raifort, last but not least, is cryptic. I wouldn’t call her gothic, but she really reminds me of that one post about a goth being like “my love I crochet an anatomically correct heart for you” and her girlfriend responding with “aw thanks do u wanna go to target with me?” and I will not elaborate.

She’s got this veil of mystery about her, but that’s not intentional. She isn’t trying to make herself seem mysterious and cool, she just doesn’t like it when people are all up in her business. Yes, she’s looking for the Treasures of Ruin. Yes, she knows that they’re dangerous and could cause incredible amounts of chaos to fall upon the region at large. No, she won’t tell you why she wants them. If she wanted you to know, she would’ve told you already.

She will blab to you constantly about history and legendaries. When she’s not teaching or planning lessons, she’s reading up about these kinds of things, trying to absorb as much information as possible. According to her, most people aren’t cultured enough to understand the incredible importance and allure of historical records, meaning you are one of the few people who will seriously listen to her sudden info dumps.

Along with that, she furiously rants about how much she hates present day events being, well, present. For instance, she’ll complain about the understanding and utilization of the terastallization phenomenon because it happened in recent history. To her, the present just isn’t all that interesting, especially when compared to the vast richness of the past, making her lose interest in otherwise exciting events.

As much as I hate this word, she has a ton of unintentional rizz. If we’re being honest, your relationship only came to be because you decided she was the one for you after she talked about history for an hour straight in your general direction. She put in no effort into catching your attention, but she managed to do that anyways. She agrees to give dating a shot because you seemed to value the past, as evidenced by you listening to her spiel, and that’s reason enough for her to give you the time of day.

She isn’t a morning person, not in the slightest, which is obviously a conflict of interest due her being a school teacher. Her job requires her to get up and be at work in the early morning hours, resulting in her needing a lot of caffeine in order to stay awake, much less function properly. Because she’s so tired, she puts little effort into getting ready, hence why her hair is always messily tied up. She does, however, use care when putting on her favorite accessories.

Honestly? She’s a lowkey boomer at times. The internet is a wonderful invention that allows people to quickly gather information they otherwise might not have access to, and she recognizes that, but that doesn’t make her like it. She complains about kids these days relying on it too much to write their papers rather than going to the library and reading books, and about how they are always on their phones during class. She’s not anti-technology or anything, but that won’t stop her from saying shit like “it’s cause you’re always on that damn phone” when someone around, teacher or student, faces a problem.

It’s for that reason that she doesn’t text or call you all that often. She’d much rather come talk to you in person than use her phone if possible. If she can’t find you, she’ll text to ask where you are or when you’ll be available instead of just texting you what she wants to say. Her excitement for historical developments simply cannot be conveyed through modern technology.

Okay, slander (even though the above could already be considered slander whoopsie). Despite her hatred for the modern time period, she’s secretly a collector of Rae Dunn pottery. You know, the type of shit that’s, like, a coffee cup that says the word “coffee” on it in the most basic font imaginable? She loves that shit so much, and has spent an unreasonable amount of money to achieve her collection. No, she doesn’t have a problem, stop trying to insulate otherwise.

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ctrleuphoria · 2 years ago

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𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵

𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥!𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘟𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

-𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘺 : Riri’s past relationships will always continue to build a wall between the relationship y’all have now. Riri never took the time to be open with you or express her feelings towards you properly out of fear of being hurt again. One day you get tired of how nonchalant she is during certain situations, which being nonchalant in is uncalled for. It takes Riri almost losing you to realize you’re different, and understanding. So Riri shows you how much she actually cares, and how much love and emotion she actually has for you.

-𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : strap!slinger Riri, smut, 18+, oral (reader receiving), angst (js a lil), fluff at the end, a little toxic riri,overstimulation, language, nonchalant Riri, toxic exes (riri’s past relations), Rough sex.

You were tired. tired of rethinking your whole relationship with Riri.

Tired of being dismissed. You were tired of thinking she didn’t take your conversations seriously.

You just wanted it to stop. You sat on the bed you two shared thinking on your way to address Riri because of her recent behaviors.

You think to yourself “is it really worth it”?, “will she try to understand”? The knob of the main door to y’all’s apartment opened interrupting your train of thought.

“Yo” Riri’s voice yelled throughout the walls of the apartment bombarding your thoughts. “Y/n”? Riri called your name with a questionable tone assuming you weren’t home.

She came into the room to see you sitting on the bed. “Hey ma” Riri said as she came up to kiss you but you curved her leaving her with a confused expression along her face.

“You good?” she asked taking off her grey Nike tech jacket to reveal her basic white tee and letting her gold chains fall against her chest.

“ask yourself that riri”. she still stood glued in place with a confused expression. “And why should I do that”?, her expression slowing changing to an annoyed one.

You couldn’t believe her. As smart as she is she has the audacity to ask such a dumbass question. “Ok there you go again”.

Riri was really starting to piss you off. “What are you talking about?” Something that also pissed you off about Riri is that she continues to ask the same question every time she’s confronted ,which pisses you off more in this situation.

“Every fucking time I try and have a genuine conversation you sit there with that bored expression on your face and it pisses me off because you act like you don’t do anything wrong”.

“Or you just don’t fucking listen at all”. Riri stood there taken aback about your tone. “Aye yo ass really needa watch the fucking attitude”. “Riri be fucking for real for once and actually listen”.

Riri stands there taken aback by your tone which pisses her off more. “I’m not finna sit here listen to you bitch about something that probably don’t even matter. She says as she shrugs and removes her ‘cool grey 4’s’. All you could do is scoff.

“Ok”. That’s all you said before you got up and took your purse and grabbed your keys and head out the door. Riri was tempted to run after you, but she stopped herself. Riri didn’t know where you where going all she knew was that you’ll be back… She was wrong.

1 hour turned into 3, and 3 turned to 5, and 5 turned to 8. She was getting worried she didn’t know where you were. Her thought turned against her causing her to think of the worst. She kept worrying until she heard the front door open. It was you. She was happy and relieved, but all of the happiness turn into aggressiveness.

“Where the hell have you been” Riri asked pissed of

that you left without even telling her where you were.

“Why should you care”? Riri scoffs at your attitude after you have been gone almost all day.

“Because y/n you scared the shit outta me, you’ve been gone for 8 fucking hours.

Anything could have happened. “Ok and why you starting to care all of a sudden”?

You walk passed her taken aback figure, but as you were walking away she grabs your arm. You forgot how strong riri is.

“I’m not gon tell you no more to watch your fucking attitude. You chuckled. “ or what”?

Riri uses her free hand and puts it around your neck. You don’t know how long it took me to get yo mouth in check? “Maybe you could use a reminder”. Riri starts kissing your neck, leaving faint hickies. ~Ri~ you moan which made riri’s pussy soaked.

She undoes your belt, slow trickling her fingers down your abdomen. Her free hand removes from your neck and trials up you shirt and pinches your pierced nipples.

Her other hand makes it way down to your soaking panties, playing with your clit through them. “Ohh fuck” you moan, you hated being teased a riri knows this.

“I’m finna cum ohh shit”

All of a sudden she stops and you are left there being edged.

“Why did you stop?” You asked confused

Riri raised a brow “you really think I’m finna let yo ass cum after that”? you were disappointed, because you know Riri doesn’t tolerate your smart ass mouth.

“RI”! you squealed as Riri threw you over her shoulder, again you forgot how strong she was.

She threw you on the bed that you both shared. The fact she always use to make dirty jokes about how she really wants to make you turn y’all’s black sheets white. Now she really finna go through with it.

She grab your ankles, pulling your pants off. “Look at this shit so fucking wet”. She said in amazement. She slowly pulled your panties off playing with your clit to keep you stimulated. “Oh my God” you moaned.

Riri lowers her head in between your leg and takes kitten licks at your soaking wet pussy. “Stop teasing please Ri”. She did as you requested, and dives right in like she was starving.

“fuck Riri please”? you moaned as you griped on her braids “Please what ma”? she asked a little muffled. “Please fuck me”. “Good girl”. Riri Says as she gets up and leaves you on edge for another time.

“Turn over”. she flips you over leaving you face down ass up. “And stay like that”. She says leaving a good smack to the flesh of your ass.

she comes back but since it dark in the room, it kinda hard to make out what she has when she comes back. You feel the bed dip behind you and feel something cold against your ass. She had her strap.

Riri rubs the tip of the faux dick along your folds. “You ready ma”? “Ouu yes”. She slowly guides it in earning a loud drawn out moan from you. “Shit”.

“Mhm”. Riri groans

“Oh shit right there”. “Yea”. Riri says leaving another smack to your ass. “It feels good baby”? She asks. “So good baby oh fuck”.

Riri Starts going at Speed which is to much to handle for you, so u decide to move forward from the fast and deep strokes she was giving you. “Why you running”? “Uh uh bring that ass back here”. She said as she grabbed your hips to bring you back.

“I’m finna cum ouu shit”. “yea cream on my dick baby”. “Taking my dick so good mama”.

“Im cumming baby”. You said on the brink of tears

“There you go”. “Let it out baby”.

you plopped down on the bed wore the hell out. Riri goes to the the bathroom a cleans up on cleans off the materials used(iykyk).

she comes back in the room with boxers and a sports bra abd checks up on you. “You good”? “Yea”. You said muffled since your face was in the sheets.

“Can you explain to me why you were mad again please mama”? Riri askes “because you never express your feelings, you’re just so nonchalant about everything and it makes me as if you don’t care”. You say as you turn over still unable to move your bottom half.

“I’m sorry ma it’s just I’m scared”. Riri says. “Scared of what”? You say sitting up. “Scared of getting hurt again, my exes did me dirty and I’m just scared I might hurt you and you use my emotions against me”. “Ri baby you could have always talked to me about it”. “I know but I didn’t want you to see me as naive or weak for expressing my emotions to you”.

You get up to kiss her, she kisses back, but you stop before it turns to something and have you paralyzed from the neck down. “Riri I would never do you like that, I love you too much for that”. “I know baby”. Riri agrees. “But, promise me you will be open with me”?

Riri looks at you with hesitation on her face. “Promise me”? “I promise”. Riri says as she kisses you. “Ok ok let’s get cleaned up. She says and she leads you to the bathroom to take a nice warm bath.

Ok so I did my best. This is my first time writing ever so can I get some tips. 😴

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mehbzz · 1 year ago

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do you think the boys would be into period sex? billy i can see being kinda weirded out at first but easily swayed by all the blood. stu… well, you know hes down, but they’d both have to hide just how much theyre into it

(also pardon me if you’ve talked about this before n im misremembering!!)

18+ Period sex/oral, dubcon toeing the line of noncon, anal sex, toxic relationship

Stu x Billy and Stu x Billy x F!reader.

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The desk was smacking against the wall almost violently, and Stu felt an odd twisted sense of glee that his mother would probably notice the damage. The wood was warm beneath him as Billy fucked him over it, papers and pens still clattering to the floor with every thrust. Stu had lost the chase but he couldn’t really find it in himself to be disappointed about it.

“Caught you fair and square,” Billy panted. He kept a hand firmly planted on Stu’s back, nails digging into his skin and keeping him pinned down against the desk. “Thought you knew how to survive a horror movie?”

Stu clenched his teeth biting back the whimpers that threatened to escape his throat. It was too quick, too much, with not even close to enough prep, but Billy’s needling about him failing to escape was hurting him more.

“Even bunny lasted longer than you,” Billy’s breath was heavy, his voice strained. “But gotta admit I do like your ass better.”

Stu choked down a whine as Billy’s hips pressed hard against his ass, cock pressing deep, too deep, his nails scratching in to the varnish of the desk.

“Shame I dropped the knife, really want to mark you up right now. Did I tell you I fucked her with it?” Billy leans down, his chest flush against Stu’s back as he whispers and Stu feels his balls tighten and throb at the memory. “came around that fucking knife like she’d never had anything better.”

“Fuck Bill,” He knew, of course he did. Billy had recounted the story to him numerous times, the first time he’d heard it Billy had his cock buried so far down his throat he’d nearly blacked out.

“So quiet baby, you not enjoying yourself?” Billy pulls back and thrusts forward hard. “rather be on your knees? Want me to make you choke on it instead?”

“You talk too much,” Stu groaned, his breath was quickening just at the thought of it. “Monologuing while getting fucked is kind of a turn off you know?”

Billy didn’t seem to appreciate that, a series of abrupt thrusts forcing a cry from his throat.

“Aw there we go. You moan so pretty for me,” Billy’s hand smacking hard across his ass at his displeased sound. “You lost the game. If this had been real you’d been gutted and bleeding out right now.”

The moan Stu let out was loud, his momentary annoyance lost at the thought of it. Caught, covered in blood, bleeding out while Billy fucked him, his cock throbbing painfully with the image.

“You cheated.” The lack of control is starting to niggle at him, as is Billy’s smugness at catching him. Stu slips one hand between his legs, half expecting Billy to tell him to stop, the relief when he doesn’t sending shivers down his spine. Forehead dropping to rest against the desk as he stroked his hand up and down his cock, closing his eyes as he jerked himself in time with Billy’s thrusts.

“Cheated? You ran upstairs dumbass,” Billy’s thrusts turning slow and so deep that Stu felt like he could feel it in his stomach. “Stupid mistake, I’m embarrassed for you.”

“Totally my plan,” Stu pants, nails scratching deeper into the varnished desk as he tries to control his breathing, the slow deep roll of Billy’s hips starting to cross the line into genuinely uncomfortable. “Had to get you active. You've been moping after bunny all week. It’s boring.” There's a touch of genuine bitterness to his words that he's a little annoyed with himself he couldn't hide.

“You don’t miss her too?” Billy asks and Stu shakes his head automatically before the question truly registers. “Really? You don’t miss our pretty pliant little bunny? The way she squirms and whimpers?”

“Fuck-, shut up,” Stu’s cock jumps and twitches hard at Billy’s words. “Miss that pussy maybe.” He forces himself to answer, although he doesn’t sound as convincing as he’d like. Because he does. He does fucking miss you and he hates it. Even breaking in to your house and railing Billy in your bed had done nothing but make him miss you more. He wants to bend you over his knee and spank you for every day you’ve been gone, force you down onto his bed and eat you out until you scream for him. His spiraling thoughts about everything he wants to punish you with pushing him close to the edge too fast and too hard, his hand tightening around his cock, squeezing himself tightly and forcing himself to calm down.

“You sound a little bitter,” Billy sighs, words breathless and almost slurring together in that way that Stu knows means he’s getting close. “You jealo-,”

“I’m not jealous.” He answers too quick, the words tumbling out of his mouth before Billy’s finished speaking. He's not jealous. He’s just a little annoyed at the lack of attention he’s being getting, that’s all.

Billy slows even more, his pace faltering and shallow. That annoys him even further because he doesn't want Billy to notice how he’s actually feeling.

“Tired out already? Need me to take over?” He tries to fuck back against him but Billy grips his hips and pulls slightly away.

“You don’t need to be jealous,” Billy drags his fingertips down Stu’s spine. “you're mine Stu,” digging his nail into his skin to scratch along the faint white B that lived at the bottom of his spine. “You’re marked as mine.”

Stu wants to respond, wants to snap back but all that leaves his throat is a desperate moan. It’s embarrassing how quickly that word can unravel him, and he’s pretty sure Billy knows it too. As Billy’s hips start to move again Stu’s mind goes blissfully blank, the pleasure finally reaching snapping point and his back arching as he came, hand tight around his cock and shooting white ropes across the carpeted floor.

“Fuck me.” He mumbles, he feels shaky, a slight tremble in his legs that has him glad Billy hasn’t pulled away from him. “Jesus Bill.”

“All right?” Billy murmured, in that soft oh so quiet tone that Stu loathed and loved in equal measure, the tone that seemed to be reserved for him and bunny alone.

Shut up. Shut up is what he wants to say but he just grunts, burying his head in his hands. He shifted his hips and winced, somewhere during his mind blinding orgasm Billy must have cum too, he feels wet and sticky, even though Billy is still buried deep.

Billy murmurs something softly again as he pulls his cock out slowly, although he doesn’t move away completely, keeping his pelvis flush against Stu’s ass as his thumbs stroke idly across his hips.

“Still can’t believe you ran upstairs.”

Stu shrugged, not bothering to try and stand up from his bent position, lifting his head to rest on his palm with a sigh. “Panicked.”

“Panicked?” Billy sounds incredulous, he moves away and Stu bites down the urge to drag him back, instead turning his head to watch as Billy leans back against the desk, close but not quite touching him.

“Plead the fifth,” Stu mutters. He doesn’t want to talk anymore and Billy doesn’t push it. He stands slowly, stretching his arms high above his head with a groan. He can feel Billy’s gaze on him and he’d be lying of he said he didn’t flex, just a little. Tilting his head and cracking his neck, definitely not showing off the smooth column of his throat as he does so and defiantly not enjoying the definite hitch in Billy’s breathing as he watches. The one place Billy so desperately wanted to mark up and the one place he absolutely couldn’t. Neck and collarbones. A weakness in Billy that he took great joy in teasing and tempting him with.

“Wanna shower with me?”

Stu doesn’t answer, the sudden invading thought of what would his mother think if she came home and found the two of them naked in her office making him pause, his gaze lingering on the mess he’d left on the carpet. Billy would never let that happen, but the chaos that would ensue would be fascinating to witness.

“Stu?”

“Yeah, sure,” He kills that thought before he feels too tempted to try and let it happen, turning his head so he can look at the mask lying in the corner of the room where it had been haphazardly thrown. “And next time you’re leaving it on.”

The sounds of voices from your kitchen takes you a little by surprise. You recognize Stu’s voice immediately, dread pooling low in your gut. You weren’t supposed to see him or Billy until later that evening, and You had long ago made him promise not to turn up unannounced. You really should have known better than to trust he’d stick to that promise.

You take a deep breath as you enter your kitchen, stopping as you see Stu chatting animatedly with your dad. your gaze lingers warily on the open can of Jolt sat next to him, seems like the lazy afternoon you were hoping for was not going to happen.

Your dad looks disinterested and is focused on the paperwork in his hands with a barely concealed look of annoyance that Stu seems oblivious to. perched on the edge of the kitchen stool with one knee bouncing quickly up and down, he seems filled with more hyper energy than usual, making you wonder just how many of those drinks he’d actually had.

You both want and don’t want to interrupt the conversation, in all honesty you want to cancel your plans with Stu and Billy and just go to bed, even though it had been a week since you’d seen either of them, and you know full well that they are going to be sulky about the fact that you had to work on your first morning back. You shift awkwardly, gripping your keys a little harder as another cramp tugs and pulls low in your abdomen. Your period had taken you by surprise this morning during your shift, having no choice but to use one of the cheap uncomfortable pads from the women’s restroom. You take a deep breath, entering the kitchen and your heart skipping a beat in mild alarm as Stu instantly swivels in his seat to look at you.

“You kept in touch?” Your dad asks, he hasn’t acknowledged your hello and you try to not let that sting, the conversation you’re interrupting apparently one about your recent trip. “She was only gone a week.”

“I had one phone call.” Stu’s gaze is fixated on you, and you don’t miss the blatant disappointed emphasis he puts on one.

“Oh good.” Your dad is obviously disinterested in the whole situation, already focusing back on the papers and files in front of him.

“Yeah she rang pretty late, but woo boy was she-,”

“Sorry I’m late, we should get going right? The others will be waiting.” Embarrassment flares, your face heating to an unbearable degree as it dawns on you what Stu is talking about. The need to get him out of your house overriding your desire to make yourself more comfortable first.

“Aw but I was just telling your dad what-,”

“He’s busy, and we'll be late.” You tug at his arm and he immediately tries to intertwine your fingers with his. You pull away quickly, giving him a small shake of your head as you glance back at your Dad, who thankfully is still riveted to the paperwork in front of him. “I’ll be back late ok?”

Your dad gives you a distracted wave goodbye and thankfully Stu follows obediently behind you.

“You dick.” You smack his chest with the back of your hand as you pull the front door closed.

“What?” He rubs his chest before his hands are reaching out for you again, skimming down your sides to hook into the waistband of your jeans. “Just wanted your dad to know how sweet it was.”

“Can you stop with the touching?” You bat at his hands again, sighing when he ignores your request.

“Can’t control my hands,” He tugs hard on your belt loop, pulling you back into his chest and leaning down to nuzzle into your neck. “You’re looking foxy as hell right now.”

It takes an immense amount of willpower to pull away from him, but the first lick of his tongue across your skin does make you move. “We’re outside,” You dodge his attempt to touch you again. “And what was sweet?”

“You being away but still thinking about me. How you missed me. And my di-,”

“You better not have said that to my Dad!” You glare at him and he laughs.

“C’mon it was hot, hearing you get off like that. I could hear how we-,” He trails off with a grin as you hiss at him to shut up, giving him the finger over your shoulder as you start to walk down the road. “Fine fine.” His arm snakes around your waist, hand dipping into the back pocket of your jeans and giving you a quick squeeze. You don’t immediately pull away this time. It’s risky but it does feel good to have him touching you, to have him so obviously wanting you. “Glad youre back though bunny, Bill been driving me crazy with his moody ass.”

“He’s always moody,” You tease but Stu just shrugs, and you smile drops slightly. “Did something happen?”

“Yeah, you left us.”

You blink, a little take a back. “I didn't leave you, I went on holiday.”

“Left, holiday, Whatever,” He waves his free hand in the air, dismissing your words. “You left, he crashed. He's gone all tortured artist, sulky, wont play with me, reading shit about men turning into bugs.”

“I- what?” You frown. “Bugs?”

“I mean it's hot, it suits him but fuck it’s boring.”

You don't know what to say, concerned and confused in equal measure, but Stu doesn't seem to care .

“So you gonna tell me about this Trevor?”

You frown up at him, the angle a little awkward with him so close, a little thrown off by his abrupt subject change. “What about him?”

“Curious who my babygirl hangs out with.” There’s a hint in his voice, something that sounds a little annoyed, even jealous as he speaks. “Your dad said you spent a lot of time with him.”

“You’re not serious?” It hits you the wrong way, and adds fuel to something you’d been noticing for a while, Stu’s seemingly growing possessiveness. Possessiveness you didn’t think he deserved to voice considering he was the one with the girlfriend. Hypocrite you think but don’t say it out loud. He looks disappointed when you step away from his side, the groping of your ass getting a little too over the top for walking in public. “Werent you just worried about Billy?”

“Bun bun,” He pokes your cheek, making you flinch. “You’re back, he’ll get over it, so tell me all the gory details.” His teasing tone feels a little flat, the shortened version of your nickname also only making an appearance when he was upset with you but trying to be subtle about it.

“Don’t do that Stu,” You swat his hand away as you fight to keep your tone calm but it doesn’t quite work, frustration lacing into your words. “There’s no details to share. He’s practically family.”

"Not actually family though."

You sigh, wincing as another cramp stabs at your insides; you thought they had finally eased. “No, not actually.”

“So? What did you to get up to?”

"Are you really being serious right now? He's my Uncle’s friend.” He nods but doesn’t comment, his raised eyebrows letting you know he’s expecting more. “He gave me a ride a couple of times, he came to family dinner. Family dinner. Because he is family.”

"I bet he wanted to give you a ride alright," Stu waggles his eyebrows. It feels wrong. His attempt at teasing you not matching the glint in his eye. It feels vaguely threatening.

“For fucks sake," You fight to keep the annoyed tone out of your voice. You don’t want to deal with this. You want a hot shower aand to curl up under a ton of blankets. “If I want to hang out with someone then I will thank you very much.”

“Two dicks not enough for you anymore?”

"Wow, ok,” His words hurt, you can’t tell if it’s an ill judged attempt to tease you or if he’s actually accusing you of something. “Fuck you too. You’re not seriously jealous?" The accusation escapes you before you have time to think it through. “You really want me to spell it out for you again? He’s family.” You finally snap, cutting off whatever he’d been about to say. He shuts his mouth with a look of surprise at your outburst.

“Jeez relax, overreaction much? I’m only teasing,” His eyebrows raise and you can tell he’s trying not to roll his eyes. “Sorry for taking an interest.”

“Interest? You were just accusing me of-,”

“I wasn’t accusing you of anything,” Stu shoves his hands in his pockets, his eyes wide. “I was only asking what you got up too.”

“You-, whatever,” You wave your hand dismissively, trying not to wince as another cramp makes your insides twist painfully. “I had a good time, I’m glad to be home, let’s just drop it ok?”

It lapses into silence again, and you try not to make eye contact with him but you can feel him watching you intently, his surprised look replaced by that carefully blank mask that Billy is so good at. You hate it on both of them.

“You ok bunny?” He pokes at your cheek, grinning wide when you swat him away. The sudden flip in his attitude throwing you for a second. “You seem a little grumpy.”

“Fu-,” You click your tongue. “I’m fine. Can we just go? I want to see Billy.”

Stu stares at you for a beat longer before he shrugs. “Sure,” he bows low, arm sweeping out in front of him as he holds that infuriating grin. “Lead the way.”

“You’re early.” Billy rubs a hand over his face as he sits up from his place on the bed, rubbing his palm across his face as he scoots to the edge of the bed. He looks exhausted and his slow clumsy movements hit you with a sudden rush of affection. You smile softly at him as you come to stand between his knees. Billy glances up at you with slight tilt of his head, he doesn’t look particularly happy to see you and a little knot of guilt starts to form in the pit of your stomach.

“I wanted to see you,” You falter slightly when he doesn’t respond. “How’s the bug man?”

“What?” The look of confusion that flits across Billy’s face has you biting back a laugh, his eyes narrowing at you before he glances over to Stu. “What have you been telling her?”

“Nothing man, not a thing, just you know, about the whole Eric Draven vibe you’ve had going on.”

Billy tenses.

“I missed you.” You cup his face, drawing his attention back to you and interrupting their bickering before it can escalate. You did miss him but his reserved welcome has thrown you off a little. You lean down and kiss him on the cheek, but it doesn’t get the reaction you were hoping for, moving to press a tentative kiss to his mouth instead. “I missed you a lot last week.” It seems to work, his hands finally reaching up to rest on your waist with a soft sigh.

“I missed you too,” Billy murmurs. His tongue darts across your bottom lip before dipping slightly into your mouth. Its an odd kiss, feels more like he’s tasting you than kissing you, but you let him do what he wants. Humming contently as he flicks across your bottom teeth, he tastes like beer with a hint of cigarette smoke. You grimace slightly but bite down the urge to tell him off fro obviously smoking when he'd promised you he wouldn’t anymore.

"I missed you so damn much," He repeats, the kiss switching into something a little rougher as he nips at you, his hands tugging at the hem of your t-shirt, a move you try to stop before it goes too far. You break the kiss, gently pushing against his arms, straightening up and moving slightly out of his hold. The argument with Stu has left you feeling a little bitter, has soured your mood and reunion with them more than you thought it had. Billy picks up on your unease, he always does, and his face shutters, going blank as he shifts his weight, giving you no choice but to take a step back from him.

“I didn’t get that kind of welcome,” Stu moves up behind you and loops his arms round your waist, hooking his chin over your shoulder and one hand dipping under your t-shirt to rest over your ribs. “Where’s my kiss?”

“Don’t,” You grip his wrist, stopping him from touching you any further. The cramps were getting worse; you didn’t want things to escalate, you just wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Sure looked like it. You’re so snappy today,” Stu huffs into the side of your neck, annoyed at your reluctance, even Billy looks a little offended. “Is it that time of the month?”

“You’re just annoying.”

“See, snappy.”

Billy’s gaze briefly flickers over you, you know him well enough to know that he’s perceived your reluctance to go further than kissing him as a rejection, his gaze a little cold before he focuses on Stu. “What did you do?”

“Hey, I did nothing. Our moody girl here jumped down my throat,” Stu rest his chin on your shoulder, one hand trying to dip inside your panties and you dig your nails into his wrist in an effort to stop him. “I was only asking her about her holiday.”

“You were not-,” Your look at Billy makes you pause and the guilt flares in your chest, he looks hurt and tired and you just want to start this whole day over. “Ok fine I’m sorry for jumping down your throat. Can we drop it now?” You wince as another cramp hits you, body curling back against Stu like you could move away from it. “And you know what? Yes. I am on my period and it fucking hurts ok?”

It’s silent for a few seconds, for some reason expecting them to withdraw from you but Stu’s grip tightens rather than lets you go. “You’re in pain?” He sounds a little too excited as he asks you that. “Orgasms are supposed to help with that you know,” He takes your momentary surprise to slip his hand out from your grip to press tightly against your abdomen. “I could make you feel better?”

“No.” He gives in to your attempts to escape his hold, letting go of you only long enough to grip you hips and spin you round to face him.

“C’mon, I missed you,” He presses a kiss to your lips that you refuse to return. “And you snapped at me. You hurt my feelings bunny.”

“Because you’re a jealous asshole,” Your words are muffled against his mouth but he hears you, nipping sharply at your bottom lip in retaliation. Hard enough for you to jerk back out of his hold and straight into Billy’s chest.

He grunts softly as he loops his arms round your waist, holding you firm against his chest. “Don’t be mean, she’s in pain,” Billy mumbles as he speaks, you can tell how tired he is but you can feel how hard he is too, pressing against you as he holds you tight.

“Can we take a time out?” You thread your fingers through Billy’s but he seems less inclined to let you go than Stu had. “I am in pain and you’re making me a little uncomfortable here.”

“Uncomfortable?” Billy repeats dully and a little weight of dread drops in your stomach. “You were all over me a minute ago.”

The atmosphere is off. It’s not the ‘welcome home we missed you’ meet up you’d been hoping for. Between Stu’s amped up hyperness from earlier and Billy’s coldness, they seem unhappy with you and its putting you on edge. Stu softly grips your jaw, guiding your chin up to look at him before you can explain yourself. “You’re really bleeding?” Stu keeps hold of your jaw but lets his free hand rest against your hip. You nod reluctantly. “That’s what a period means genius.”

“Explains your moodiness.” Stu mutters, sliding his hand across your abdomen, and tugging at your jeans zipper, you move quick, latching onto his wrist with a firm grip that he ignores.

“Can we stop now?” You arch a little against Billy’s hold, freezing when you brush back against his cock. “Seriously I don’t-, I don’t like this.”

“I missed you though,” Stu pauses in his exploration of your zipper. “and I want to make you feel better.”

He tugs at your jeans again and you let go of his wrist, against your better judgement, trying to ignore the alarm bells going off in your head and the little voice that was helpfully pointing out that you were outnumbered here. hoping that maybe when he sees the unsexy sight of your old underwear that he’ll give up.

It doesn’t, he looks completely fascinated as he lets your jeans pool at your feet, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties and you squeeze you legs together before he can pull them off too. “Don’t.”

“It’ll help. Let me help you,” Stu’s fingers tap impatiently on your thigh. “It’s been a week, a whole week without you. I really really need you right now.”

“It’s ok. It’s just a little blood bunny,” Billy whispers into your ear, his hands sliding down your thighs and pushing gently, encouraging you to spread your legs. “Let Stu help you out, it’ll make you feel better.”

You don’t want to, but the want to not upset Billy further has you giving in. You can’t look at Stu as you reluctantly relax your legs, letting him pull your panties down your thighs and letting them fall to the floor. It looks wrong, and you feel so embarrassed as Stu kicks them away but neither of them seems to pay your underwear any further attention.

“Stu please,” Your plea descends into a quiet moan as he circles your clit with his index finger, sliding further down against you and you panic, squeezing your legs tightly shut before he can do what you think he’s going to do. “Don’t do that.” “Don’t do what?” He pauses, fingers still against your skin. “Don’t what? Use your words, baby bunny, otherwise I don’t know what you don’t want.”

“I don’t want that. It’s-, I’m on my period.” You feel a bit foolish saying it again, but the need to stress that you actually are bleeding is too strong to ignore, embarrassment making you feel like maybe they don’t quite understand that fact. Billy sighs, and you can practically hear the way he rolls his eyes in the sound, his breath against your neck making you shiver.

“We know. Open your legs sweetheart,” The pet name takes you by surprise, murmured softly against your ear as his fingers stroke over your hips and across the tops of your thighs. “I want you to feel good, alright? I don’t like you being in pain. Open them for me.”

You shiver; his soft whispers sending goose bumps over your arms and down your spine and you’re obeying him before your mind registers the movement, Stu wasting no time in sliding his hand back between your legs, his index finger slowly stroking up and over your clit where he rubs gently before he slips two fingers inside of you easily and makes a sound low in his throat that sounds a mixture between a groan and a whine. “Fuck bunny, you’re wet.”

“Does your stomach hurt?” Billy asks.

“Yeah,” you whisper, not bothering to correct either of them before you screw your eyes shut, your insides clench, a wave of cramps so hard that it makes you want to cry, head falling back against his shoulder. “Everything hurts.”

“Want him to stop?” It sounds like a sincere question but even as Billy asks it Stu shows no sign of stopping. You want to say yes but don’t want to be proven right, but then Stu crooks his fingers, thumb stroking over your clit and the brush of pleasure is all you can think about. It does feel good, and it does seem to be helping. You watch Stu’s face as he glances down at his fingers as he pulls them out of you, and his groan is enough to have your insides clenching hard in need rather than pain. You could see the fascination written all over his face as he slowly dipped his fingers in and out of you.

“"I'll be really gentle bunny, I will make you feel good,” he whispered, slipping his fingers out of your cunt and holding his hand up to show Billy. “What a fucking mess.”

Billy’s quiet groan in your ear makes your breath hitch.

“Let me take this off.” He tugs at your tshirt and this time you raise your arms obediently. A small murmur of approval in your ear as Billy lifts and removes your shirt as Stu slides his hand back between your legs, cupping you tightly before moving upwards, smearing your blood and wetness up over your hip. You feel torn between revulsion and desire, your breath hitching in alarm when you catch Stu’s gaze, his eyes are dark as they lock on yours in a way that feels borderline predatory. “Need you to lie down.”

“No.” You speak without thinking but before you could continue or backtrack Billy has a hand curling softly around your throat.

“No?” he squeezes gently, “Bunny. Don’t say no,” sliding his hand down to cup your breast. “So pretty,” he murmurs. “Do they hurt too?”

“Yeah," You suck in a sharp breath when he teasingly pinches your right nipple. “They’re sore.”

“Yeah? Stu’ll make it feel better. Come lie down with me.” Billy shifts to your side and you reluctantly follow him back to his bed, conscious of the way Stu is watching you like a hawk.

“I-,” You shift awkwardly; they don’t seem to be taking your reluctance seriously so you try a different tactic. “Probably gonna make a mess of your sheets you know. How about we swap roles?” Billy just smirks; drawing you into a kiss as he gently pushes you backwards, following you down onto the bed.

“Wanna swap Stu?” Billy keeps one hand on your shoulder, as if he’s expecting you to try and bolt as he turns to look back at him. You watch as Stu shrugs off his jeans, his eyes never leaving your blood smeared thighs as he starts to crawl up over your body, giving you no choice but to lie down.

“No fucking way,” He grins above you, leaning down as if to kiss you but moving at the last second to bite down on your earlobe. “I’m going to eat you out.”

You glance cautiously between him and Billy at your side. “Stu that’s- it’s-,” What you really want to say again is no, but it doesn’t seem to be working. “Messy.” You finish lamely.

He ignores you as he begins to kiss and nip his way down your body, his fingers tugging at your bra strap but Billy’s little whispered Leave it on has him moving on to sucking little kisses down your stomach. His mouth lingering on your hip as he nips gently at you, your body arching into him just a little and making him shiver. he would never get over how eagerly you reacted to him, especially when you obviously didn't want too. His tongue soothing over the bite before he positioned himself between your thighs.

“You’ll feel so much better bunny,” Billy was sitting patiently beside your head, hand idly stroking your hair and for one brief second it’s what you had actually wanted this morning. A soft, affectionate gentle reunion, but then Stu dips his head and licks his tongue through the wet folds of your cunt, making your head fall back with a loud moan.

“You taste like blood,” His voice was hoarse and strained and as you looked down at him, you could see him stroking his cock with his free hand. “So sexy, bunny.”

You opened your mouth to respond with something sarcastic but the words died in your throat when he buried his face back between your thighs. You hissed at the contact but couldn’t move away from him even if you were brave enough to try. Billy shifted closer, his attention seemingly fixed on Stu’s head between your thighs.

One finger stroked through your folds up to your clit, gentle and testing. It was slow, gentle, so unlike what you were expecting from Stu. The barely there stimulation was a kind of torture, leaving you squirming and eager for more. But it feels good, warm building pleasure easing the pain slowly.

"Stu," you gasped, arching your back. "Please."

"Please? You want it now?" His smirk was clear in his tone, even as he teased the very tip of one finger into you.

"Stop teasing," you grumbled. “Thought you were going to help me?”

“I am helping you.” He sighs, alternating between greedily dipping his tongue inside you and sucking gently at your clit. His name tore out of your throat as you gripped his hair between your fingers, hips rocking up into his mouth. He shifts one hand from your thigh to press flat against your stomach, holding you still as he fucks you with his tongue.

“Is it helping?" He eases off, two fingers slipping into you with a lewd noise and without even thinking about it, you attempted to close your knees, shrinking a little in embarrassment.

Billy murmurs your name in warning. “Don’t.”

You force yourself to relax, Stu pumping his fingers steadily, thumb grazing over your clit.

"Fuck," you breathed, arching your back and rocking your hips down onto his hand. You squirm and Billy sighs as he strokes his thumb across your forehead.

"Stay still," he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal. "He’s trying to help you bunny, just look at me ok?”

Stu’s nose brushes your clit as his tongue delves inside of you and you cry out, your back arching as you break Billy’s gaze, eyes squeezing shut as you feel sparks of pleasure running all through your body.

"Stu, please.”

“Look at me,” Billy repeats, his fingers grasp your chin, pulling your face towards him. He wants your attention and you’re not giving it to him, you can tell he’s amused and a little annoyed by your inability to keep eye contact.

"You like it like that?" Billy asks as Stu crooks his fingers, rubbing up against a spot that had pleasure rising embarrassingly quickly. "Slow and gentle? You gonna cum for me?”

“For me,” you can feel Stu’s breath across your skin, his lips brushing the inside of your thigh as he speaks. “I’m the one doing all the work here.”

“I-yes-,” It’s all you can manage as he sinks his teeth into the tender skin of your inner thigh and you hissed, arching into him as you clenched and fluttered around his fingers, thighs tightening around his head as you ride out the slow warming wave of pleasure. You felt uncomfortably wet and sticky between your legs and thought of the mess you must be making on Billy’s sheets briefly crossed your mind.

Stu slows as your moans turn into whimpers, his tongue lapping over you softly once more before he sits up. It’s hard to look at him, blood smeared all over his lips, chin and nose, somehow more but not as much as you were expecting, but the way he is staring at you makes you shiver. He looks scary, feral, but he's also got a shit eating grin on his face because he knows he made you feel better. “Gonna fuck you now.” “Greedy.” Billy finally speaks up and Stu freezes. Something passes between them; a brief silent conversation that you know you’ll never be a part of but whatever was said Stu was obviously getting his way, as he moved his hips between your thighs.

“You’re going to be a good slut and suck him off while I fuck this bloody little pussy.” He stroked the head of his cock along your cunt and you heard him swallow hard as he watched your blood coat the head. “Fuck that’s hot.” he shuddered hard as he let his cock rub against your cunt, nudging your clit and teasing you as he glides through your wet folds. He moved to kiss you and you tilted your head, trying to avoid his mouth and he tuts, obviously displeased with the movement. “I want my kiss.” It’s a sulky, childish complaint but the puppy dog eyes and pout he gives you looks terrifying combined with the blood smeared across his face. You don’t want to but you don’t move away when he leans into kiss you again. Grossed out by the taste of your blood on his lips, coppery and sticky, you forced yourself to relax as Stu grips your jaw hard, holding you still and digging his fingers into your cheeks until you open your mouth for him. He swipes his tongue in to your mouth once and then pulls away with a low groan. Your chin felt sticky but Billy was quick to grasp your wrist tightly as you tried to wipe your hand across your mouth, Stu poking you on the nose at your grimace.

“Don’t ruin it bunny, let Billy fuck that bloody mouth of yours.”

You nod your head in defeat, biting back a moan when the head of his cock presses at your entrance, your breath stuttering as he begins to push inside. The stretch of him is unfairly divine, and you try not to think about the messthe two of you are going to make. “Fuck, look at that.” He draws out slowly, not even half way inside you, his pupils blown wide as he stares between your legs. “You’re beautiful, bleeding all over me.”

Billy murmurs your name, his patience at being ignored obviously run out as he tugs your hair to draw you attention back to him, his cock hard and ready in front of your mouth. You open slightly reluctantly and circle your tongue lightly over the tip, but he inhales sharply, a breath that turns into a needy plea when he abruptly pushes forward. "Just a bit more, bunny."

He starts slow, letting you accommodate to the intrusion, and then slowly begins pushing further down your throat, forcing you to take him until you retch, but before you can pull away his hand grips the back of your head, holding you in place.

“Hold it there for me, breath through your nose.” His fingers wind into your hair and Billy shudders, groaning appreciatively at the sight before him. Your eyes are swimming with tears as you try not to choke. The look of adoration he’s giving you is making you want to try your best to please him, but its difficult trying to forcing yourself to breathe through your nose without panicking. “Fuck, bunny, been thinking of this the whole time you were away. You choking on my cock.”

You hum in response making his breath hitch but a sudden thrust from Stu makes you jolt, makes you gag hard around Billy’s cock, instinctively reaching out one of your hands to press against Billy’s stomach as you tried to push him away, to give you some breathing room.

“Don’t.” One of his hands quickly finds yours, giving it one you think is supposed to be a reassuring squeeze but it feels vaguely threatening instead, but he still takes pity on you, drawing back just enough to give you some breathing room. “relax.”

You try, but although he’s encouraging you to relax he’s not stopped moving, his hips unable to stay still as he thrusts slowly into your mouth. "That's it. Fuck-"

Encouraged by his praise, you try to take him deeper, swallowing around him as the tears started to slide down your cheeks. you must look a mess but Billy glances down at you with such adoration it makes your heart soar.

"Are you crying?" Billy groans, a thumb swiping under your eye. "Cute."

There’s a hum of approval from Stu, his pace not slowing for a moment as he slid his hands up to your breasts, brushing his thumbs over your nipples as he leant down, biting and sucking hard at your skin with each roll of his hips. It was all overwhelming in the best and worst way. Delicious pressure was curling low in your gut, and you couldn’t stop your hips moving in time with his thrusts, chasing after your release. Stu groaned at the movement, reaching a hand between you to push his thumb to against your clit.

“Come on, baby, you can do it,” he stutters out. “I know you can cum for me.” You were close, your orgasm creeping up on you quickly, but you could tell from Stu’s faltering thrusts that he was close too.

"m’close," Stu mumbles against your neck, tongue wet and sloppy over your skin as he strokes over your clit. “I can feel you squeezing my cock, bunny. Come on, come on." He shudders, sounding a little desperate but his frantic fingers slick and clumsy against your clit gives you just the right amount of stimulation to do as you’re told. Another slow roiling wave of pleasure that draws a strangled cry from your throat as Stu fucks you through it. You could barely breathe as Billy started to fuck your mouth harder, his own moans getting louder as he watched your back arch.

Stu hissed, the feel of you spasming and clenching around him and the sound of you gagging around Billy’s cock enough to make him reach his own peak. His hips bucking into yours one final time, burying himself as deep as he could go as a flood of warmth settled in your belly and he came with a low hoarse moan.

Billy’s movements become rougher as he curses, dragging your face to his pelvis and holding it there as he bottoms out, cumming down your throat with an eager moan. Stu’s fingers fluttering across your throat as you swallow and Billy withdraws from your mouth, leaning back on his hands with a contented sigh, eyes closed and heaving chest as he catches his breath. You’re coughing hard, retching almost, cum and saliva dribbling down your chin, and Stu wipes his fingers through the mess, rubbing it into your skin as he continues to trail his fingers over your throat.

“Missed you.” Stu whispers. He’s still inside you, his cock twitching and softening sending little pleasurable shivers through your body.

You don’t bother saying anything, just wince as Stu finally pulls out of you, the rush of fluids immediate and all three of you stare at the redness coating his cock. He swirls his fingers along his shaft in fascination, coating his fingers in the mixture of bloody fluids. “Shit,” he sounds dazed, and there’s a soft grunt of agreement from Billy as he slumps down beside you, a hand resting across your thigh as you both watch Stu stroke himself. It is hard to look away from, even in your exhausted state and you feel yourself zooming out as you watch, lulled into a dreamy relaxed state as Billy’s fingers trace up and down your thigh.

Stu’s hand tapping against your jaw makes you jump, forcing yourself to look up at him. His thumb brushes gently across your cheek as one hand still languidly strokes his cock.

“Clean me up?”

Billy can't help the gentle smile as he glances at you over the curve of Stu's shoulder. Curled almost against the edge of the bed, half covered by the blankets and the hot water bottle Stu had found you held tight against your abdomen even in sleep. Your hair is damp still and he knows for a fact you're going to be annoyed about that in the morning. Annoyed further when he tells you how adorable you look. It had taken him quite a lot of effort to tempt you into the bath with him earlier, which had surprised him, and hurt, but you’d caved eventually, you always did.

He hugged Stu closer, letting the sting of hurt disappear with the warmth of Stu’s skin before giving into the temptation to press a flurry of soft kisses across his shoulder blade. “You awake?"

It’s quiet for a minute, long enough that Billy thinks he might actually be asleep until Stu shifts with a sigh.

"No," Stu said slowly, sleep making the word more of an inarticulate grunt.

Billy tightened his arm around Stu’s waist, pulling himself closer until he is flush against his back . Stu makes a noise that he interprets as probably irritated, a noise he ignores and instead slides his hand up Stu’s hip and over his ribs.

"You doing?" Stu mumbles.

“Touching you?” Billy’s breath is warm on his skin and Stu shivers when another kiss is pressed to his shoulder. He doesn’t say anything, and Billy’s roaming fingers reach higher up his chest, only pausing when Stu still doesn’t respond. "You want me to stop?"

"No. kinda." Stu whispers, trying his best to keep his breathing even, failing completely when Billy scratches a nail lightly over his nipple, only just catching hold of the whine that wants to escape. "sleep."

"Oh." Billy’s amused huff sends goose bumps down his spine. “Sleep.”

It’s tempting. Very tempting, to let his fingers roam over Stu’s chest. A few more tweaks and caresses over his nipple and he’d give in, he knows it. It’s one of Stu’s major weak spots but instead he smooths his hand down Stu’s torso, letting his nails scratch teasingly over his skin before relenting, wrapping his arm around his waist and smothering his face into Stu’s back. He smells like you.

#scream 1996 #stu macher #billy loomis #poly!ghostface #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #scream

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A Chance of Fate (Lee Know) - Chapter 5 - The Gathering

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Chapter 5 - The Gathering

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“NO WAY, HYUNG!” I.N. exclaimed, laughter erupting all over the table where all the people around it listened to Han excitedly talk about his life in Uni.

“Yahhhhh, I can’t believe you guys did that!” Chan said. “I mean, yeah, it’s true that that professor was kind of a dick, but still! Throwing him in the river?”

“AND AFTERWARDS-” Han continued his story “SOMEONE HAD TO JUMP AFTER HIM BECAUSE THE FUCKER COULDN’T SWIM!”

Everyone was holding their bellies at this point; Felix was hitting the table with his fist, Seungmin was mocking Han and Hyunjin was already too far gone in laughter’s land.

Observing everyone carefully, you felt almost included in their circle of friends. When your gaze flicked to Minho’s side profile, you got charmed once again by how beautiful he was. Your eyes lingered long enough on his features for him to notice you were basically staring, so he turned to you and offered you his kind smile, his hand finding yours under the table, squeezing it.

“So, Dal-Rae, I guess we’re all curious about you, why don’t you tell us more about yourself?” Olivia asked you loudly after finishing up her 6th glass of soju.

“What are you curious about?” You smiled.

“How did you meet Minho?” The question came from Seungmin.

“I happened to walk in front of his restaurant, and it smelled so good-”

“It was the special recipe.” Han interrupted you.

“- and I walked in, that’s when I met Han and Minho.”

“What- just like that?” Seungmin asked again, perplexed by your simple answer.

“What’s your profession?” This time, Chan was the curious one.

“I don’t have a job right now, but… I used to be an accountant. I’m actually searching for one, though.” You added, chuckling uncomfortably, and avoided Minho’s piercing gaze, still feeling his hand on top of yours under the table.

“Really? How long have you worked as an accountant?” Felix asked.

“And where?” Chan continued.

“Okay guys, this feels more like an interrogation.” Minho tried to stop his group of friends, but Olivia ignored him completely.

“Guys, c’mon! Jobs, jobs, jobs… this is boring! Let’s change the subject to something more interesting! Dal-Rae, as you know I have a cuuuute daughter at home.”

“Yeah,” you smiled, “I remember you showing me a picture of her. Her name’s Isabella, isn’t it?”

“You remembered that?” Olivia smiled brightly, the first genuine she’s shown you after the whole fiasco at her store. “Anyway, what are you cooking in there, a boy or a girl?”

“Now that I think of it, you also haven’t told me earlier!” Han turned his attention to you. “Shouldn’t the Godfather know of this? What kind of clothes should I buy if I don’t know???”

“Gender neutral ones, dumbass.” Hyunjin replied sarcastically. “But wait, the Godfather? How did that happen?”

“Yeah! I asked earlier!” he smiled brightly, before having his face turn into a frown once again. “But Dal-Rae, you still didn’t tell me.”

“Hannie, don’t be upset. I don’t know either.” You chuckled.

“Wait, you don’t KNOW?” Seungmin asked you, once again perplexed by your simple answer.

“No. I just figured that I’m gonna love them just as much either way, so why not keep it a surprise? A boy, a girl… why does it matter?”

“Fair point!” Olivia seemed satisfied with your answer. “We also didn’t want to know at first, but anxiety got the better of me and I just had to be prepared for everything.”

You smiled, even if you haven’t exactly told the truth. Part of it was true, it truly didn’t matter to you. However, how were you supposed to tell everyone that you didn’t want to find out because you were scared of your ex’s reaction? He told you so many times that he wanted a boy. If you found out you had a girl, it wouldn’t matter that you would be over the moon. He’d ruin the excitement and flip off, and you’d be at the other end of his rage.

It was simply better not finding out and using this simple excuse of “I want it to be a surprise!”, and your ex couldn’t argue with that.

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom, and on the way back you heard an unfamiliar voice, stopping you dead in your tracks.

“Hello y’all! Sorry I’m late to the party! I just landed 2 hours ago. Can’t believe no one remembered to come pick me up!”

“Jess? Oh my god!I thought you were coming tomorrow!” Olivia shouted loudly.

Who is this person? Is it a friend of theirs?

But why isn’t anyone else but Olivia saying anything?

“Oh my, Lee Know! This place looks amazing! So, where should I sit?”

As she scanned the table, her eyes landed on the empty seat next to Minho.

“Aww, you even saved me a seat! I would’ve much rather seen you at the airport with some flowers, though!”

You heard the sound of a chair scratching the wooden floor and winced. The sound was so uncomfortable, you momentarily hugged yourself and squinted your eyes.

Seen you at the airport with some flowers? You thought her words in your head over and over again. By the little information you knew about Minho’s love life, you knew he was single, so… who, exactly, was this Jess?

“Hi, Jess. Glad to know you returned safe.” Minho’s voice reached your ears. It somehow sounded… different than usual. Cold, devoid of the usual kindness he’s always showing you and his friends.

“I missed you so much, Minho! I couldn’t wait to return and hug you like this.” She continued, and you grimaced. You didn’t mean to, but it’s okay, no one even knows you’re no longer in the bathroom; they can’t see you.

Are they hugging right now? You wondered, feeling unreasonably hurt. What kind of face was Minho making? Did he miss this person as well?

What kind of relationship did they have for this woman to declare so loudly and publicly that she missed him, but not say the same to the others?

“I thought of you every day. You were right, I should’ve never left. And this? This is what is truly precious to me. Being friends with everyone and hanging out like this… I’m really sorry I didn’t stay in touch with you, guys! But as you know, America is hectic!”

No one was really saying anything to this girl – Jess. You were wondering why the air around you felt stuffy, and curiosity got the better of you. You couldn’t stay hidden forever, so you returned to the table.

When you re-entered the room and saw her… you were simply speechless. Her long hair, blonde and wavy, was gently hugging her shoulders. She was beautifully dressed, even though her attire was informal: a pair of jeans and a white blouse, both complimenting her slim figure. You were reminded of the first time you met Olivia, of the perfect girl in the magazine image she had and how much it stunned you – and Jess was no less than that: her jaw sharp, her teeth perfect, her skin flawless – a sense of inferiority began rising in your chest as you noticed that you simply couldn’t compare to her at all.

Of course Minho’s type had to be the perfect Barbie doll-girl. You thought and smiled to yourself bitterly, counting in your head how many times your ex called you ugly these past few months – and how he was right. You gained baby weight, you had stretch marks, your skin was pale, and you had prominent dark circles under your eyes. That’s not even mentioning the fading bruises sitting idly under the thick layer of foundation.

You were simply the complete opposite of Jess.

She was sitting down in your seat comfortably, laughing loudly until her gaze landed on you. She scanned you head to toe, before her eyes stopped on your bump. Then, she noticed Han getting up and coming to you, so she assumed you were his girlfriend.

“Hannie, how come you didn’t tell me you have a girlfriend and a child on the way?” Jess smiled in a fake manner. “Heya, nice to meet you girl! I’m Jess.” She shouted from over the table and raised her right arm in the air, waving it to you, before looking at Minho and arranging a strand of hair on his forehead.

Ouch.

Your insides started burning watching her be so familiar with him, and for some reason, a wave of nausea washed over you. You felt sick, and your chest tightened, to the point of hurting you, and you felt the need to grab onto your chest as if you could somehow pat your heart through it and tell it that it’s all going to be okay.

“Jess, that seat is taken, and that’s not Han’s girlfriend.” Minho clarified coldly and smacked her hand away. “Get up and grab another chair if you want to join that badly. That seat you’re in is taken already.”

“… What did you say?” Jess chuckled in disbelief.

“What, is your hearing that bad nowadays?” Minho mocked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I said, that seat is taken, and you should move the hell away from it.”

“Minho-” Chan tried to intervene, noticing how tense the air between the two was becoming. However, Jess was having none of it, and immediately cut him off, her voice changing from laid-back to outright rage.

“Minho, who the fuck is this bitch?” she looked at you with contempt, her top lip twitching slightly, revealing her pearly whites.

“Don’t speak like that about her!” Minho spat out, his voice also rising to higher levels than you were used to.

“I can speak about her however the fuck I want!” Jess’ voice grew even louder, and the whole table seemed stunned, not knowing how to react to the full-on fight happening in front of them.

“Yeah, that you can do.” Minho nodded. “Outside of my fucking restaurant. Get the hell out, Jess.”

Watching everything unfold, you were glad that Han got up and stood by your side. Otherwise, it would’ve felt like you were just out of place there, in the corner of the room, alone. Han seemed to notice what you were feeling, as he grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly.

“How dare you say something like that to me? Have you been cheating on me with this bitch? Got her pregnant behind my back?!”

“Behind your back?!” Minho’s eyes grew so large, they almost went out of orbits. “What the fuck, has America fried your brain? Why are you so delusional?”

“You fucking piece of shit cheater!” Jess screamed her lungs out at him, who just started to chuckle.

“Ha! Look who's talking! Get the hell out while I’m still nice, Jess.” He warned, his face suddenly turning very serious. However, he managed to keep calm this time and stopped raising his voice.

“You stopped replying to my texts, then I come back here and see you with this fucking whale!” Jess got up, her hands steadily on the table, supporting her weight.

The screaming got to you. You tried to keep calm and dissociate, but it was getting to be too much. You kept getting flashbacks of your ex screaming at you, and you started to tremble, moment when Han squeezed your hand tighter and asked in a whisper:

“Are you okay?”

Before you got the chance to reply, however, Minho said something. You couldn’t hear what it was, but it must’ve been bad, as it immediately set Jess off.

The moment the words left his mouth, Jess got so angry, she got up and stormed towards you, screaming something incomprehensible. Thankfully though, both Han and Chris reacted quickly, Han getting in front of you protectively and Chris getting up and grabbing her by the hand, pulling her back.

Everyone around you started talking at the same time, arguing, screaming, and Jess tried putting up a fight, but it all got too much. It was too much.

Too much, too much, too much, too much.

You weren’t able to hear or see anything anymore. All you could think of was your ex screaming at you and rushing over to hit you, memories you’ve been trying to bury deep down for the past few weeks.

You didn’t want to, fuck it, but every bone in your body was already shaking badly, and warm tears started forming in your eyes.

You needed to go somewhere safe, you couldn’t stay there any longer.

Somewhere safe. Somewhere safe.

Your eyes scanned the room, landing on a very concerned Minho, but you couldn’t be there anymore. You needed to go. You needed to leave now.

“Excuse me.” You said quickly and turned around, snatching your hand away from Han’s grasp.

“Dal-Rae!” Han’s voice became distant, as you practically ran up the stairs and into your room, closing the door behind you.

You didn’t bother to turn the lights on. Finally finding the bed in the darkness, you let all the tears out and started shaking even worse. It was hard to breathe, you were hyperventilating, and your chest hurt.

Everything was too overwhelming, and nothing made any sense. What the hell happened? Who was Jess? Why did she storm over to you?

You couldn’t understand anything, and the crying gave you a headache, making it even more impossible to think.

A few moments later, when your breath regulated a tiny bit, you heard a loud thud coming directly from the bed, which made you jolt. Soon after, the bed shifted with the small weight of a cat that came directly next to you, cuddling to your chest, trying to get your attention.

You weren’t sure which cat it was, but by the texture of its fur and the fat on its belly, you thought it might’ve been Soonie. You petted him lovingly and focused on his purrs, which brought you a sense of peace and managed to almost calm you down.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Minho started screaming again and got up, getting in front of Jess and confronting her.

“NO, what are YOU doing? Who the fuck was that, Minho?! Did you really get another woman pregnant?! Olivia, why the fuck didn’t you tell me about this?!”

“Don’t involve me, please!” Olivia waved her hands in front of her defensively and turned her attention to the almost empty strawberry Soju glass in front of her.

“Who that is is NONE of your business, Jess! NONE!” Minho screamed again.

“What do you mean?! We’re together, for fuck’s sake!” She cried.

“You truly got insane! I can’t believe this.” He scoffed.

“Didn’t you say you’d wait for me?!”

“And I did! I waited for you for years and you couldn’t send a fucking text back!”

“Minho, you know how sorry I am about cutting you off for a while… but when I texted you back, you never even replied… you said you’d wait however long was necessary and I thought that we’d still be together, and-!”

“Cut the bullshit. You don’t get to return here after so much time and pretend that you never left and that we’re still together. We’re not. Now, leave my fucking restaurant.”

“But baby-”

“Don’t you dare call me that. Get out.”

“Please hear me out! I realised how much I love you and I still want to be with-”

“But I don’t! I don’t love you anymore. I don’t want you here!Just go. I don’t want to see you again! Ever!” Minho cut her off and raised his voice once more, which he hated himself for. He saw how scared you were before you rushed upstairs, and yet – he shouted.

“Look, I can even overlook your cheating if you just-”

“You’re batshit crazy.” Minho shook his head again in disbelief. “Wasn’t I clear enough, Jess? Did I stutter? Do I have to fucking spell it out for you?! Get the hell out!”

Minho felt his pulse becoming too irregular for his own good, so he decided to stop waiting for her to leave, and to remove himself from the situation before he did something he’d regret. He went to the kitchen to calm down, placing both of his hands on the counter and sighing deeply.

It was true he used to love Jess. He even thought that he’d spend the rest of his life with her at some point in the distant past. But that was before she left and started living her life without him.

That was before he met you.

He had many years to make amends and realise that he’s been blinded by a love he had to let go of. And if she sometimes crossed his mind, ever since you came in the picture, he even forgot how her face looked like, let alone how much he wanted her to return. He finally realised that all those years spent waiting were for nothing, and that he was finally ready to permanently close the chapter of his failed relationship.

What he told Chan was true. Having you in his life brought back so many positive feelings he buried deep down, that he didn’t even know he was still able to feel. Seeing Jess now only reinforced it. He no longer had any feelings for her – that was for sure.

“Hey… do you mind if I come in?” Olivia interrupted his train of thoughts, standing in the doorframe and observing him carefully. When he nodded, she walked in and placed her hand on his shoulder, comforting him.

“I’m sorry about Jess… I’m the one who told her we’re meeting up at your restaurant and stuff. I gave her the address… I really thought she’d be arriving tomorrow though…”

“That’s… okay. Whatever.”

“Look, I know I messed up. I didn’t think she’d ever react like that when she would see Dal-Rae… Hell, I didn’t even know she would see Dal-Rae at all.”

“Yeah, well, she did.”

“… Why is she here, Minho?”

“God.” He scoffed in disbelief. “Why don’t you mind your own business for once, hm?” he continued harshly.

“Minho-”

“Olivia” he straightened his back and looked at her coldly. “You’ve all been acting like shit towards Dal-Rae the whole night. What is the matter with all of you? Does it bother you so much that I started caring for someone else? Why? Because she’s pregnant? Because it’s not my child?”

“You know we just want what’s best for you-”

“So, you invite Jess? After I haven’t spoken to her in 5 years? You think that’s what’s best for me?”

“I told you I didn’t invite her!”

“Right. You just gave her my new address. Well, thank you for that, Olivia! You’re such a good friend!” He scoffed.

“I just thought-. Look, I messed up, but I can’t apologise for how she behaves, you know that, right?”

“You can’t apologise for how Jess behaves. That’s fine. You can’t control how other people act, and I get that. But what you can do is apologise to Dal-Rae for acting like such a terrible human being towards her, who’s been nothing but kind to you.”

“I simply don’t get why you’re so protective of her. Do you like her that much that you would set your own morals aside? Do you want the illusion of that happy family so much that you’re ready to take care of that baby she’s carrying like it’s yours?! Come on, Minho, be serious!”

“You know what?” He chuckled bitterly. “Nevermind. Maybe you should leave. Let’s speak some other time.”

Minho left the kitchen, leaving Olivia behind. He didn’t need to hear that shit.

Getting back to the restaurant, he was glad to see that Jess had already left. Considering the mess on the table and the broken glasses on the floor, she most certainly didn’t leave without a fight, but she’s gone, and that’s the only thing that mattered.

However, this whole incident soured his mood; he was no longer in the mood to spend time with any of his friends, so he told them as much. The only thing on his mind was you. Were you still scared, trembling? He needed to see how you were feeling.

“Let’s call this a night. Jisung, there’s no need for you to clean this up. I’ll do it tomorrow. Go home and rest.” He instructed the younger boy, who simply nodded and looked at the ground, feeling bad for everything that happened.

“Dal-Rae… can you make sure she is okay?” Han asked quietly, being quickly assured by his friend’s nod.

“Minho-” Chan started, but was quickly interrupted, as Minho was having none of it.

“Hyung, just… let’s stop talking about it. Go home, okay? I really need some alone time to think.”

And with that, he turned around and lazily made his way up the stairs. He closed the door behind him and listened closely as all of his friends left the restaurant, and then, he made his way towards the first door on the left, your door, and stood in front of it, contemplating if it would be a good idea to get in.

He knocked quietly but heard no response from you. After a few more moments, he gathered his courage and opened it slowly.

“Dal-Rae?”

Still no response.

He got closer to the bed but couldn’t see much in the dark.

Suddenly, a loud Meow! echoed through the room, surprising him.

Minho sat down on the bed and now, being close enough to you, he could hear your small sniffles. His eyes were quickly adjusting to the dark in the room and he was able to see your silhouette holding one of the cats.

“Hey” he spoke softly. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm.”

“How did you manage to make Soonie cuddle with you?” he asked, making you chuckle slightly.

“He likes me.”

“He does. Do you also like him?”

“He’s fluffy.”

Minho chuckled as well.

“Sorry for leaving like that. I just-”

“I know.” He placed his hand on your arm and caressed it gently. “You’re still shaking...”

“When she came like that towards me… I just remembered…”

“Shh, that’s okay.”

He laid down on the bed as well and hugged you from behind.

“I’m so sorry, Dal-Rae. You got scared because of me.”

“It wasn’t your fault…”

“It was. You should’ve never met her.”

“Was that… your girlfriend?”

“My ex. We broke up over 5 years ago when she left to study in the US.”

“Then why… why did she…” you weren’t able to form a coherent question, but Minho seemed to know too well what you wanted to ask.

“We both have our share of crazy exes, don’t we?” he asked, making you chuckle.

“I guess we do.”

“I really want to apologise to you for raising my voice. I shouldn’t have. It was quite scary, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t blame you at all for anything. Maybe I should just not be so sensitive.” You said in a contemplative tone.

“It’s okay to be. You’ve just gotten out of an abusive relationship, so it’s normal to be sensitive to loud voices.” He rubbed your arm and spoke quietly.

“They all hate me, don’t they?” You asked in a whisper, and thankfully, you didn’t have to explain who you were referring to.

“No, they don’t. Look at Jisung, Felix, Changbin, Hyunjin… they really like you. As for the rest… they’re just looking out for me. When they get to know you better, I’m sure they will warm up to you.”

“Mhm.”

“You know what? How about we close this weekend and go on a little trip? Take a small break from this?”

Minho’s proposition surprised you.

“A trip?”

“Yeah. Why not? It’ll be the last trip before the baby comes. Did you ever get to see the mountains during winter? They should be covered in snow by now.”

“I don’t think so, no.” you shook your head, daring to place your right hand on top of his, that was now resting gently on your stomach. The baby kicked just then, as if wanting to touch you two as well.

“Perfect. Let’s drive over there when we wake up, hm?”

“That sounds nice.” You smiled, not even noticing that you’ve finally calmed down. Your heart rate returned to normal, and you felt the safety of Minho’s embrace, and it was finally easy to close your eyes and not replay in your head over and over any of the traumatic events that transpired in the past.

“I’ll go pack up for us, so we can leave when you wake up tomorrow.” He squeezed you from behind once more before standing up, and your back felt suddenly cold, so did the spot on your tummy where his hand rested mere seconds ago.

“Oh, do you need any help?” You asked, sitting up as Soonie decided he no longer wanted to lay next to you.

“No, don’t worry about anything. You can go to sleep and rest. I bet today was very draining.”

“Are you sure?” You asked with a slight frown that you knew he couldn’t see due to the darkness in the room. Truth was, he was right, and you truly felt drained. You wanted nothing more than to go to sleep and forget today happened.

“Yeah. I’m sure. Good night, Dal-Rae. Head to sleep, hm?”

“I will. Good night, Minho.”

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‘Because I Care’

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female aviator reader- callsign ‘RedHood’

Best friend to lovers

Warnings: mentions of a fight, angst, Jake not knowing how to express his feelings and neither does reader. Fluff in the end and kinda cute. Enjoy!!

Summary: While attending an after party from a Naval Awards Ceremony, RedHood went on her own after Jake picked a random girl to be his date. But Jake only did this to hide his strong feelings for RedHood, but what will happen when he catches someone laying their hands on her?

RedHood, who was known as ‘Red’ to most, stood in between Coyote and Rooster as Coyote tried to get some embarrassing story out of her,

“No no Red! Tell him ‘how’ you got your callsign RedHood! Let me tell you guys, it’s hilarious-“

“Oh shut it Coyote, maybe we should tell them yours-“

Rooster laughed out loud,

“Oh don’t worry Red, I already know that one, and I was actually there too. When we graduated at the academy and Javy chased a coyote’s ass in the parking lot after he stole Javy’s certificate!!”

Red wheezed out a laughter as she punched Coyote’s arm hard,

“Dumbass you told me a whole other story!-“

Javy stopped her hand from giving him another punch as he confessed,

“I know but I was just trying to impress you!!”

She let herself go from his grip as she smirked,

“Oh really? Ok ok... I see now.”

Phoenix came along and welcomed everyone with her beautiful smile and shining brown eyes,

“Hey fellas! What’s the laughter all about? Oh and I already got a table just for us.”

Red was the first to embrace Phoenix with a kiss on the cheek as she beamed,

“Oh thank you honey! Aaaaand, we were just talking about how-“

Rooster helped Coyote escape the embarrassment of having his callsign story told again as he insisted,

“How Red has never told another soul besides me and Hangman about how she got her callsign!”

Before Red could try and change the subject or even play it off with an offer for drinks, Phoenix squealed as she tugged in Red’s arm,

“OMG I NEED TO KNOW!! Such a strong callsign must have quite the backstory!”

Red huffed out a little fake laugh as she glared at Rooster,

“Oh.. ha ha.. yeah I’m sure it does.”

Rooster’s face went pale at Red’s angry darts of glares, but he was quick to forget when Little Bob joined the group with a tray of fresh cut fruits that he had picked out from the fruit bar (being the quiet and observant one of the group paid off every time, he got to know all of them pretty well. And he liked it, especially when he got to see their genuine happy smiles when they saw their favorite fruits picked out and put on a tray for them.)

“Oh Bobby, did you pick out those strawberry’s for me?”

That was Red who was once again running from the fact that everyone was still trying to get the embarrassing story out of her lips. But she felt that gawking over Bob for him getting them fruit would distract them for a minute. And it kinda worked when the all saw their favorite fruits. Phoenix sauntered towards Bob and picked the biggest cantaloupe as she pinched his cheek lovingly with her free hand,

“Aw Bob, that’s why I love you as my WSO.. you know my favorite fruit is cantaloupe, unlike Rooster who I’ve dated for three months thinks it bananas.”

Rooster scoffed while grabbing a handful of green grapes and popping one in Bob’s mouth as his way of thank you.

“Oh baby don’t snitch me out like that, I thought you said bananas over the phone-“

Red and Coyote snickered behind Rooster and Phoenix who argued like an old married couple. And Phoenix went on as she questioned with a hand on her hip,

“And how does banana sound like cantaloupe? But it does if your not paying attention to me while messing around with Hangman at the grocery store while I’m at home with cramps!”

Rooster looked at Red and Coyote for help and to be one his side, but his so ‘helpful’ friends just shrugged with a shit-eating grin, and Red only made it worse as she batted her lashes at Phoenix,

“Baby Nix, there’s no excuse, bananas and cantaloupes sound nothing alike. Bad Rooster.”

Rooster frowned at Red as he stole a strawberry from her hand ignoring her gasp like a child as he complained,

“You say ‘Bad Rooster’ like if I’m a dog. Where’s Hangman anyway? I’m sick you you kids bullying me.”

Maverick’s voice swam into the conversation smoothly as he stepped into their little huddle,

“He just got here, looks like he’s got a date too, so be nice to her please.”

Fanboy walked next to Maverick joining in as he added with a big smile,

“Oh yeah, and she’s hot- ow!”

That was Payback who elbowed Fanboy’s ribs as he called to them,

“Anyways... Come on guys, there seating us now to start the dinner.”

Everyone began to walk away, except for Red who was like on pause, frozen completely. She didn’t think seeing her best friend, the one and only sunshine of Texas, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, with someone else would trigger her today, but it did. They’ve been friends all their life, from the beginning of joining the academy to now, which was more than five years, now that they worked together and their profession was being in Top Gun. Jake dating other girls had never effected her before, she knew from heart and knowing him for so long, that he was definitely a ladies man, but she had been daydreaming for a while now, hoping that he would ask her to be one another’s date for the after party, but clearly he didn’t.

Maverick was who touched her shoulder softly, tugging her out of her headspace with a sweet tone,

“Sweetheart, are you ok?”

Red looked his way, not responding, before looking back at where Jake was, with his date. Maverick didn’t need to know more or told anything, he knew exactly what was going on, and he felt bad, because he knew both their secrets. Jake and Red were secretly in love, but were too scared to confess it to one another. Maverick only sighed lowly, as he said simply while grabbing Red’s hand gently, tugging her towards the table,

“I know how you feel, I was just like you at one point.”

Red thought about his words for a second before asking with curiosity,

“With Iceman?”

Maverick sent her a small smile,

“Yup, but it all ended when I told him how I felt-“

“But Jake won’t take me. At least I doubt he would.”

Maverick shook his head, happy to know he was right on track with the conversation,

“You’ll never know until you ask, or talk about it... now come on, let’s enjoy this evening, yes?”

Upon arriving at the dinner where everyone sat, Red gave Maverick a small kiss on the cheek,

“Thanks MavDad.”

“No problem kiddo.”

The first to hear Red’s voice speaking to Maverick was Jake, who stood up immediately, kinda forgetting about who he came with, as he happily jogged up to Red with his arms wide open, taking Red in for a tight hug. When he let her go he looked her over once as he smiled,

“My my Red!! Well you look very beautiful tonight.”

Red tried not to blush, because she was a sucker for his sweet words, and also because his hot date was there, and she didn’t want to cause problems over her going head over heels for his charm, so she subtly thanked him,

“Why thank you Hangman, you don’t look too bad yourself.”

With a cheeky grin Hangman replied,

“That’s cause I’m good, too good to be true-“

Rooster came between the two as he put an arm protectively over Red’s shoulders saying,

“Shut the hell up Hangman the only good ones here is Phoenix and Red-“

Hangman grabbed Red’s arm trying to pull her away from Rooster’s hold as he scolded playfully,

“Hey chicken nugget don’t interrupt me-“

And in that second a loud noise was made, as someone cleared their throat, trying to grasp attention onto themselves, Jake’s date. Jake turned around to see her, but it was like his mind didn’t register what she wanted, cause his head was so full of Red in that moment. But that caused him to get elbowed on the side by Red as she said in a tone a little to high and pitchier than normal, trying to include the girl as if she knew her, and liked her,

“Oh Hangman! This must be the girl you were telling me about, ain’t she pretty!?”

Jake’s date sent Red a proud smirk before extending her hand to Red while sitting down,

“I’m Gabriella, you must be Jake’s wingwoman?”

Red ignored the fact of how unclassy Gabriella was by shaking hands with her while sitting, but she ignored that as she replied kindly,

“Yes I am. And I’m Y/n Y/l/n, callsign RedHood, but you can call me Red.”

Gabriella raised a brow as if she was displeased, or like if Red wasn’t good enough for her, thinking she was higher and better than her as she put forth with a prideful tone,

“Oh, ok. I’m a assistant for the mayor here, a pretty good and high paying job honestly.”

Jake didn’t like how Gabriella spoke, but he loved how Red responded, not caring about how people sometimes undermind her,

“Oh how wonderful! Filing papers all day and writing down schedules for a grown man seems to suit you well, how nice.”

Phoenix let out a low snort and Fanboy tsked, Red simply sent Gabriella a cute smile before taking her seat that was in between Maverick and Rooster, her best bodyguards. Gabriella only mad-dogged Red before speaking in a baby voice to Jake, trying to appear supposedly cute and sweet wanting all of Jake’s attention, while unbeknownst to her, she was just annoying the hell out of the whole dagger squad. Good thing was, that Coyote and Rooster who were the loudest, spoke over Gabriella’s squeaky voice as they told bad jokes and old stories. Red glanced at Jake a few times to only find him already staring back at her, with pleading eyes that only begged for help, as Gabriella clung onto his arm like a koala, talking his ears out. Red felt bad for him, but couldn’t help him, she tried to convince herself that it was his fault, for bringing her. She instead entertained herself with Phoenix, Bob, and Maverick who all together silently tried to get Red’s mind and eyes off of Jake, only for the sake of not causing problems between the two with Gabriella. All in between the situation, they happily enjoyed their dinner and dessert, and now everyone here and there departed to go to the bar they had, to drink their meals and night away. Red was one of them, as she addressed to the rest,

“I’m going to grab a drink at the bar.”

Everyone smiled at Red sweetly, except Gabriella who mocked,

“So early at night? You must be the drunky of the squad huh?”

Maverick under the table tugged at Red’s white pants, trying to signal for her to be nice, and the better person, because he saw her fists clench at Gabriella’s words. The table then grew quiet, not knowing what to say, worried they might make it worse, but a calm, Texan voice broke through as he said to Gabriella and the rest,

“Red got the drinking from me, huh Red? Here’s my card, get one for yourself.”

Gabriella just about shit her pants at Jake’s words, and grew pissed when he saw him pull out his card for Red to take.

Red bit back her original comment that was geared towards Gabriella at first, but when Jake spoke, she changed her words and instead replied while taking his card,

“Thanks Jake.”

Jake sent Red a small nod as he mouthed to her,

‘I’m sorry’

Red read Jake’s lips and sent him a wink, showing him that it didn’t matter to her, or at least lying to him to comfort herself and him. Red adjusted her dress whites and hat before walking away, to which Phoenix followed behind closely as she informed,

“I’ll come with you Red, come on sweetie.”

Phoenix wrapped her arm with Red’s as they walked to the bar, and when they got there Red spoke loud and clear to the bartender as she asked politely,

“I’ll like two Old Fashions please.”

The bartender nodded his head as he replied nicely,

“That’ll be right up ma’am, anything else?”

Red shook her head,

“That’ll be all, thank you.”

Soon they got their drinks, and sat on the stools turned around to face the crowd who looked happy and peaceful at their own tables. Red thought her night was going to be calm, maybe even a little drunk too, but she unfortunately only got to complete one of those things. Already have downed more than one tequila, and a few more Old Fashions, Red was kinda tipsy, but more alert than usual, which was why she went on guard immediately, when she heard Phoenix’s pleading,

“Can I have my Dixie Hat back please?”

Red faced Phoenix as she saw her extending her hand high up towards a man that stood in front of her, wearing an ugly smirk as he taunted,

“Only if I can get your number I said. So what’s it going to be?”

Red could see the frustration on Phoenix’s face, she stood up for her as she boldly said,

“It’s going to be nothing, now give it back.”

The guy only liked down at Red as he teased,

“Oh there’s two of you, that means I-“

He then reached for Red’s Dixie cap but before he could even get close she smacked his hand away as she warned him,

“Don’t touch me or anything that’s on me, now give me her hat back.”

He grew a little upset at the fact of how Red smacked his hand, and even more when she showed him that she wasn’t interested in his games, which in fact she really wasn’t, she was actually getting very irritated and almost mad. Mad how this guy thought he could mess with her best friend Phoenix. Jake watched from the distance, because he couldn’t move from where he sat, as Gabriella held onto him and kept him in place. And Jake didn’t want to be rude and mean, walking from Gabriella to be at the bar with Red. But if it was any other time, he would’ve been there right at her side, like he always did. But when he saw the commotion rise, he got Rooster’s attention, who was facing away from the bar.

“Hey Roos, can you check on the girls, they’ve been gone for a while, I know they wanted to have their own time-“

Hangman didn’t even have to finish when Rooster turned around to look for the girls, and saw Red standing with her chest puffed up against a guy who was trying to get to his baby Phoenix, you bet he got up fast,

“I got it.”

Jake was about to follow when he felt a strong grasp on his though that kept him seated, he turned towards Gabriella as she told him with batting eyelashes,

“Don’t worry about them, you worry too much. Just stay here with me, they’re fine-“

“I just want to check on them-“

“You don’t need to.”

Jake looked down at her hand on his thigh and gave up on himself, thinking that ‘ok, maybe she’s right’

Before Rooster could get there, Red told the guy one more time,

“Stop being a jerk, and give the hat back.”

The guy’s eyes darkened and finally lowered the hat as he asked,

“Do you really want it back?”

Phoenix saw Rooster coming and sighed as she tugged on Red’s jacket,

“Rooster’s coming Red let him deal with him-“

Red don’t hear her as she said at the same time,

“I want it back now.”

“Then have it you little bitch.”

Red expected the guy to hand it to her, but he instead punch her in the stomach with it. Now that Jake clearly saw, and that was what set Jake off as he seethed standing up,

“Son of a bitch!-“

Gabriella tried to grab him but he pushed her hand away, she gave him a look of hurt as she complained,

“Jake it’s not your fight!”

But Jake didn’t care to hear her as he began to walk away, with Coyote and Payback trailing behind him. Red had hunched over clutching her stomach as she let out a groan, the guy didn’t give a damn about what pain he caused as he laughed at Phoenix and Red,

“You made it hard on yourself, I wanted it to be easy-“

BAM!!!

A loud, crushing punch was landed on the guy’s jaw by Jake, who had ran to the scene, to get his share of pain on the jerk.

Rooster had pulled away Red and gave her to Payback who he picked up bridal style and walked away, Rooster then grabbed Phoenix and checked on her to make sure she was ok, which she was and insisted that she go check on Red. Rooster let her go at the same time another punch was heard, as Jake and the guy went at it hard. And before you knew it, Rooster, Coyote, Jake and even Fanboy got into the fight as 3 other guys showed up for their jerk of a friend.

It took a few long minutes until a few other standbys came and separated the fight, putting a distance between the dagger squad and the other men. Rooster came out with a nose bleed, Fanboy got his arm twisted, Coyote got a couple of hits on the jaw, but Jake, Jake was the worst, he had a searing pain on his ribs, back, and face which was beat up pretty badly, but that’s cause he fought the most. Maverick made sure that the jerk that hit Red got taken care of by the police, saying he assault her. And Rooster drove to the hospital in Jake’s truck, persistently saying that he had to be checked out in case he got a broken bone or rib. Jake was upset about going, but obliged anyway once he arrived and went in to be checked. Rooster called Red and told her what had went down, and asked if she was ok,

“What about you Red, are you ok?”

Red sighed as she wiped her mouth,

“Yeah I am... vomited out all the tequila and shit.... how’s Jake?”

Rooster sat in the waiting room as he replied,

“I don’t know yet, Doc just called him in, but he was pretty bad... he got pissed off real quick.”

Red felt terrible for Jake engaging into a fight that wasn’t his, but now she could only hope for the best as she said,

“Phoenix and I are on our way over there, I’ll see you then.”

“Ok, drive safe.”

About 15 minutes later Phoenix and Red met up with the Dagger squad as they sat in the waiting room, Maverick was the first to approach Red as he asked worriedly,

“Are you ok sweetheart? How’s your stomach?”

Red hugged him tight as she replied,

“I’m ok MavDad.. it was just a hard punch that’s all.”

Maverick squeezed her tight, feeling like a protective father over his daughter who got hurt by a guy, he had given himself that position, and wasn’t gonna let it go anytime soon, if not ever. Just in that moment the Doctor walked in as he gave the news,

“Mr.Seresin is going to be ok, no bones are broken, he’s just got pretty bad brushing. That young man is pretty tough, but stubborn as heck, he refused to take Advil or aspirin.”

Rooster sighed heavily,

“Oh yeah, that’s Jake alright, always trying to be the tough guy. That means he’s ok.”

The doctor smiled at Rooster and at the rest of the dagger squad, happy to see how they were all there for support.

When the doctor gave the clear for them to see him, Red was the first to say,

“You guys go first... I want to talk to him... alone.”

Everyone understood the assignment, and left to see Jake after each of them gave Red a big hug and kiss on her head, (Bob was the more sensitive one, he cried when he saw Red get hurt, she was like a big sister to him, and Maverick made sure to ask Red over 20 times if she was going to be ok, which Red assured him that yes, she was just ok) It didn’t take long until the Squad came back, signaling for Red to go in, Phoenix approached Red last as she put forth,

“Don’t be afraid... don’t think.. just do.”

Red nodded agreeably,

“Thanks Nix...”

“No, thank you for stepping up for me, you’re a real friend.”

Red embraced Phoenix and let her go,

“I’ll always be, for you.”

Jake sat on the medical bed, trying to check his wrap around his body, after the doctor told him to not touch them at all. He was completely shirtless with a gauze wrapped around his chest, and some on his left arm, his bruises were exposed completely. He then heard a sudden knock on his door, and thought it was the doctor, so he right away said,

“Come in.”

The door could be heard opening, and then a small voice came out,

“Jake?”

Jake heard the voice and reached for his medical coat throwing it over his back and covering his front wanting hide his growing and darkening bruises. It was Red’s voice that he had recognized, and he didn’t want her to see his body. Upon seeing her walk into the room, he sent her his usual, happy grin of sunshine as he beamed,

“Hi sugar... came to see me?”

Red’s face fell at the sight of Jake’s bruised up cheek,

“What happened to your pretty face?”

Jake lifted a teasing brow as he tried to ignore the pain on his side,

“What do you mean? I’m looking at it and it looks as pretty as always?”

Red stood confused for a second before she caught on to his cheeky comment. She then shook her head with a scoff while walking up to him slowly,

“Always being sappy, I’m talking about yours silly.”

With a click to his tongue Jake tried to brush it off,

“It’s nothing Sugar don’t worry-“

Red stepped closer as she pressed on,

“Did those guys hurt you? The ones at the dinner-“

Moving closer to the edge of the medical bed to get off Jake insisted,

“It doesn’t matter-“

But halted his moves when he heard Red’s voice tremble slightly,

“I-It does when you- when you look like this Jacob! What happened?”

Thinking that maybe showing Red his beat up body wouldn’t effect her as much or get her more upset, (maybe she’d just call him a whiney baby and leave) he slipped off his coat and extended his arms while he looked at himself saying,

“It’s not that bad Red, it’s like nothing I haven’t seen before, especially when you’re in the Navy and a big cocky ass like me-“

“oh..”

A soft whimper could be heard but Jake didn’t think to much of it as he went on, but now looking up to Red,

“It can happen to-wait... a-are you crying? Why the tears sugar?”

A tear slipped off Red’s cheek as she cried softly,

“Because you got hurt, and you didn’t have to you could’ve just left with your date. And pretend like I- ... well I don’t know like I wasn’t there or that nothing was happening?”

At hearing her words Jake’s eyes widen with shock,

“Red I could never leave you... never. Especially when I saw a man put his hands on you, I couldn’t let you go-“

Letting the tears come out more with a sob Red tried to argue,

“But why Jake I shouldn’t matter-“

With a stern voice Jake confessed,

“Because I care!!”

Red was silenced at Jake’s words, and listened attentively as he added with a calmer voice,

“Because I care... about you. And you’re right... I could’ve left you hanging, but I didn’t because I truly care about you.”

Red wiped her teary eyes spreading her forgotten mascara as she questioned with a slight frown,

“But Jake you had a date, she even got upset when you threw yourself at me, forgetting her... why would you do that?”

He reached out his hand and gently grabbed Red’s hand, pulling her to stand in between his large legs as he poured out his long hidden truth, with his glistening green eyes gazing into Red’s lovingly,

“I only brought her for backup.. because I was too shy to ask such a gorgeous, strong, independent woman like you to be a date for a guy like me.”

Red’s mouth fell agape as she gasped Jake’s name softly,

“Jake...”

Grabbing both of Red’s hand he continued,

“I really care about you, I mean- Gosh I love you Red. More than anything in my entire life. My heart has known it forever but the day my mind registered it was when you, out of everyone I knew, chose me to be your Wingman. You could of had anyone else, someone less cocky and dependent, yet you chose my stuck up ass and saw the best in me... your heart chose to trust me, no matter what.”

Red let go of his left hand to cover her face, sobbing into it as she cried,

“Oh Jake.. you really love me?”

Blood running cold for a mere second at Red’s question, Jake hesitated for a moment before replying nervously,

“y-yes.. I do. I love you.”

Before Jake could do or say anything else, he was met with warm hands on his cheeks as searing kiss fell on his lips, leaving him very surprised, but very relieved at the same time. He tilted his head a little to deepen the kiss as he used his hands to grasp her hips and bring her closer to him, pressing up against his bare chest. They both grew warm inside, not necessarily because of their very close proximity, but because they were igniting one another fires with true love. Jake leaned into her gentle touch as he squeezed her hips tightly, earning his tongue entrance to taste and dance with hers when she opened her lips with a low moan. But soon Red separated from the kiss first, which made Jake chase after her soft lips. But he was glad they didn’t reconnect in the moment when she confessed with a sigh, while leaning her forehead on his,

“Jake.. I love you too... so so much.”

Jake batted his puppy eyes to her from where she looked down at him as he smirked,

“I know you do... that’s why you kissed me-“

Red rolled her eyes playfully,

“Oh shut up-“

“Make- oomph!!”

Indeed Red made him shut up with another breath taking kiss, now wrapping her arms around his neck, careful not to touch his bruised up back, (though she desperately wanted to run her hands across his broad and muscular back, but there’s always another time... especially when he’s was hers now) Jake wrapped his muscular arms around her entire form, bringing her impossibly closer to him, smiling into the kiss when he felt that she did first. Moving away to take a much needed break for air, Jake then embraced Red tightly and tucked his face into her neck before asking sweetly,

“Want to come home... with me?”

Red kissed his head happily as she replied,

“Of course... Wherever you are is home for me.”

Jake then pulled away excitedly,

“Great! Now, let’s get out of here before the doctor sees us.”

Red stepped away so she could help him off the medical bed carefully as she questioned with worry,

“But sugar.. Jake, shouldn’t you wait for them to clear you?”

In that moment Jake realized that he would be addicted to Red’s gentle touch, as he let her help him put his shirt on as he responded quickly,

“Yeah I should, but then they wheel me out of here and that’s embarrassing. That’s why I had already signed everything and paid the bill, so I never see this place again. Come on baby.”

Red knew Jake hated to be seen as weak or incapable of taking care of himself, so she clearly understood why he didn’t want to follow hospital protocol and be wheeled out. She complied with him as she tightened her grip on his hand after he had grabbed it and kissed it.

“Ok... let’s run then.”

“WAIT WE NEED TO FOLLOW PROTOCOL AND WHEEL YOU OUT SIR!!”

Jake suppressed his laughs and he tugged on Red’s hand watching her try to hide her giggles too, while they were running away like rebellious teenagers that were caught at a frat party.

“Come on!! come on!!”

They ran past all the nurses and through the doors, running straight for Jake’s Red Truck, now bursting out in laughter, excited to have been able to escape.

“This is hilarious!”

Jake opened the passenger side and ushered Red in with a cheeky smile,

“I know I am, now come on get in.”

Seconds later he was in his designated seat and pulling out of the parking way, heading for the streets. They drove for a few minutes while giggling to themselves, before Jake pulled into an empty parking lot abruptly, sending Red forward but back with the jerk of her seatbelt,

“Jake what was that for- Oophm!!”

Jake had unbuckled and threw himself at Red as he grabbed her face and crushed his lips onto hers, desperate to feel her lips again. Red unbuckled her belt and let Jake grab her hips and bring her over to his side and resting her on top of his thighs, long forgetting his bruises and pain as he melted into her touch. Red locked her arms around his neck as she deepened the kiss, breathing hard through her nose to avoid separating from his lips. Jake opened his mouth during the kiss to take a deep breath, and let out a groan when Red let her tongue slip into his mouth deliciously. After Red pulled that move, they now gave opened mouth kisses as their hands wandered everywhere, not getting enough of one another. Low groans and soft moans could be heard here and there, hard breathing filled all the corners of the truck as they made out heavily and passionately. But soon their sinful but heavenly moment was cut short when a certain ring tone filled the air,

‘Shawty had them apple bottom jeans!!

Boots with the fur!!!-‘

“Holy shit what the hell!!”

Red sat back from Jake as she felt a vibration from under her, but Jake apologized profusely as he said,

“It’s not my cock baby I swear, i-it’s my phone- let me get it-“

‘The whole club was lookin' at her!!

She hit the floor !!

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low-‘

Red couldn’t help but start laughing and giggling as Jake’s hand went in between her legs to reach his phone that was resting between his thighs, she was laughing because first, his searching hand was tickling her and second, because of the ring tone he had that sang out loud.

Jake caught onto how she was giggling and asked,

“What’s got your giggling you silly baby girl?”

Red stopped his moving hand from in between her thighs as she tried to catch her breath,

“You’re tickling me, and that ringtone-“

She then stopped talking as she let the ringtone song go on,

‘Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps!

She turned around and gave that big booty a slap!’

“Jake it’s hilarious!! Who’s the caller?!”

Jake let out a soft chuckle as he replied,

“It’s Maverick.. him and I had a dance off a while ago, and he beat me to this song, so I picked it for his ringtone.”

Red awed as she moved her hand from Jake’s and squeezed his cheeks,

“Awww baby you lost? Baby you’re to cute and funny- aww!!! Look at this squishy face!-“

Jake giggled at Red’s laughing and change of topic, but caught her jump in his lap again as the phone started vibrating again, but this time she reached for it and pulled it out before clicking the green button and handing it to him with an innocent smile,

“Here you go Jake-“

Jake really didn’t want to answer the phone but instead keep messing around with Red, but it was too late,

“Oh Babe wait-“

“Seresin? Did you just call me babe?-“

Jake took the phone immediately and pressed it between his ear and shoulder as he covered Red’s mouth just in time before she could bust into another fit of giggles,

“No- no sir... I think you heard wrong, what’s the matter?”

Maverick voice came through in a concerned tone as he explained,

‘Uh the hospital just called me and said that you ran out with a random girl, instead of staying to be wheeled out and cleared by your doctor... is that true?’

Jake moves to look down but then went right back up at Red’s face when she licked his hand, her shoulders were shaking for how hard she was trying to laugh, but Jake only shook his head and gave Red’s forehead a kiss before replying to Maverick,

“Uh yeah about that... so just know, I’m very ok, like totally fine, Rooster is the one that exaggerates. Then um... well I walked out with being wheeled out because I don’t like it-“

‘Who did you walk out with? Do you have somebody with you? I just wanted to make sure you’re ok, I saw how hard those guys hit you before our boys got them off of you.’

Maverick always being his overly protective fathered self, had Jake choosing to give up the truth in the end, but his hand was yanked off Red’s mouth by her hand as she said happily,

“Hi Maverick!!!”

Mavericks voice changed tone to a much sweeter and slightly higher pitched as he replied,

‘Oh hi sweetheart! Are you there with Jake?’

Jake lightly pinched Red’s thigh as she stuck her tongue out at him,

“Yessss sirrrr! I got him here and I’m taking him home, the doctors are crazy for underestimating his strength, he’s doing just all right Mav. I promise I got him taken care of!”

Jake awed at how Red stood up for him, he only craved her more from that moment on. Maverick then replied,

‘Alrighty then kiddo, thank you for picking him up before he went crazy with the nurses.. take care of him for me.. I’ll see you guys on Saturday for our barbecue.’

Red ran her fingers through Jake’s hair,

“It’s no problem at all Mav, thanks for everything... I’ll see you Saturday, love you.”

‘I love you too... and I love you Jake don’t go all cry baby on me-‘

Jake scoffed,

“I don’t cry! But I appreciate the love, love you too.”

Soon Maverick hung up on them and that’s when the real tickle fight started, Jake grabbed Red’s hip holding her down while his other hand tickled in between her thighs, she squealed and laughed out loud as he said in a teasing tone,

“So you think it’s funny to answer the call when I’m trying to make out with you?!-“

Red tried to paw his hand away as she half laughed and talked,

“I-It was Maverick!! You- you had to answer!! Ahhh!! Time out!! Time out!!”

Jake latched his lips onto her neck kissing at her weak spot and explained in between,

“I’ll stop if you promise to be my girlfriend! And you know whatever else comes with that!”

Red heard his words clearly and tried to answer, but he was tickling her so much she couldn’t make out a clear sentence or word. And it was even harder to accomplish such when Jake was sucking on her neck, already marking her and claiming her as his. Out of frustration of not being able to give a clear answer, Red let out a loud and long moan, which caused Jake to slightly stop so his ears could take in her every sexy sound, and that’s when Red finally had the chance to scream,

“OK OK!! I say yes!! I’ll be your girlfriend and you’ll be my hot boyfriend!!”

Jake laughed and smiled as he finally stopped and rested his hands on her hips,

“That’s my girl... thank you.”

Red sucked in a deep breath and wiped her forehead before leaning her body against his with her face hidden in his neck as she replied,

“You’re welcome handsome... and thank you for caring for me.”

Jake wrapped his arms around her form as he leaned his head against hers, feeling her soft breath hit against his neck,

“I’ll always care about you.. because I love you.”

Red hummed happily and kissed his neck,

“I love you too.”

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It's mere minutes; the question takes Sanji mere minutes to ask, but embarrasses him all the same. "Do you want me to wash your hair?" slips from his mouth so easily, so comfortably, and really Sanji is glad Zoro can't see the blush creep up on to his face. He knows the moss head would be making fun of him for it, not out of malice but out of love. "Sure," he replies, "If you'd like to."

or:

Sanji dotes on Zoro in the bath.

can be read on ao3 as well!

"Oi cook," he hears from outside, "Where are you? Are you here?"

"Yeah, I’m here," Sanji replies, "In the bath, you dumbass.”

It takes Zoro a while. Even on a ship he’s navigated through for years now, Zoro still gets lost sometimes. It’s not even like the Sunny was constantly under repair either, Zoro just genuinely didn’t know how to orient himself on the ship most of the time. It’s one of the most irritatingly endearing things about the stupid moss head, in Sanji’s humble opinion.

Finally, after what seems like forever, Sanji hears the bathroom door creak open and sees the green haired man enter. “The water should be to your liking,” Sanji says, “If you’d like to join me, that is. You’re the only plant I know that’s hydrophobic-”

“Sure, just let me get a towel,” Zoro replies, reaching above the sink. Once he grabs one—of course it’s the green one, Sanji wouldn’t expect anything different from the moss head in the slightest—he makes haste to strip his clothes and get in. It’s peaceful when Sanji doesn’t need to argue back and forth with the moss head to even consider getting in the bath.

Mere minutes pass when Sanji ; the question takes Sanji mere minutes to ask, but embarrasses him all the same. "Do you want me to wash your hair?" slips from his mouth so easily, so comfortably, and really Sanji is glad Zoro isn’t looking at him in the moment; Sanji is relieved that Zoro can't see the blush creep up on to his face. He knows the moss head would be making fun of him for it, not out of malice but out of love.

"Sure," he replies, "If you'd like to." Zoro relaxes into Sanji’s chest and everything is calm.

And that's all it takes, really. Sanji scoops up some bath water into his hands, carefully dumping it onto Zoro’s head to really get everything as wet as he could. He nearly tips over the bottle of shampoo trying to find it, too distracted by the handsome moss head in front of him that he wants to kiss. Once he finds it, he pumps two pumps of shampoo into his hands and lathers it against Zoro’s wet hair.

Zoro leans into it. “Feels nice, cook,” Zoro says after Sanji pauses for a bit.

"Your hair has gotten long again," Sanji notes. He cards a hand through Zoro’s wet hair, gently massaging his scalp.

"I was going to go to a barber on the next island-”

“The next island is almost three weeks out, moss head,” Sanji replies, “By then, this shaggy moss is gonna be over your eyes. And if we get into a fight, forget about it. You’re already directionless, you don’t need to be blind too.”

“Hey!” Zoro says, “You seem to do pretty well with your long hair over your eyes-”

“Yeah sure but that's over years of having it longer. You've always had your hair short, so much so that I don't even think you truly understand how much your hair can be a nuisance when it's as long as mine.” The quiet part isn’t said out loud at all. Sanji doesn't outwardly say that he worries for Zoro's discomfort with a long green mop of hair in his face. He doesn't say that longer hair is a nuisance to work out with as intensely as Zoro likes to, or even how hair as long as his likes to shed at the most possible time. He hopes the marimo gets the hint and lets him cut it.

“You know what? Touche,” Zoro says. Sanji hears the water sloshing around, scared out of his mind that it's going to splash over the edge of the tub. “Your turn now. Come on.”

Sanji does his best to turn around carefully, avoiding spilling water outside of the tub. “Okay,” Sanji says and it sounds so small coming out of his mouth.

Sanji looks at his hands. They’re turning to raisins from being in the water for too long. He reaches for his towel to

“Oi,” Zoro says, “You’re not gonna get out of this bath without giving me a kiss, right cook?”

And Sanji feels it this time, he feels his cheeks flush red. “Fine,” Sanji says. The peck on Zoro’s lips was quick and careful. “I love you, moss head. You know that, right?”

“I know,” Zoro replies, “I love you too, cook.”

#zoro x sanji #one piece #roronoa zoro #zosan #one piece zosan #sanji vinsmoke #vinsmoke sanji #one piece fanfiction

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chaotic-orphan · 2 months ago

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I’m not the person you asked the question to, but for your question about Ambroise and Kit and gay subtext, I’d say that there’s certainly something there that I see why people would feel it, but personally I see more of a sibling relationship.

I think that it wouldn’t be weird if the story were to be an enemies to lovers, as the building blocks would be there, but it wouldn’t be weird for it to be an enemies to siblings. It depends on where you choose to take it next.

I see it more as siblings mainly because I’ve always read the story with a large age gap between the two. Ambroise feels significantly older than Kit, an so I never saw it as lovers because of that perspective. But, I don’t think that was ever explicitly mentioned, nor I don’t know if that was ever your intention. So it could’ve been a personal interpretation.

I hoped this helped!

P. S. I really love your writing so much. You’re honestly an incredible writer and your style is so beautiful. I always look forward to reading your work :)

YESSSS @mossy-tables SIBLING RELATIONSHIP👏👏👏 HARD AGREEEEEEEE XD

I see the potential for enemies to lovers too, like it is such a valid direction for the story, esp with that chapter where Ambrose is using his tie to strangle Kit, but my dumbass honestly saw that as the *most* sibling-esque kind of fight [now in hindsight after reading over it again, I see the enemies to lovers thing too] — but debasing Kit like a dog, making him crawl and then going frenzied and just looking at Kit fighting back like: “are you actually this clinically stupid?! Like you have objectively no chance of winning” but does that stop siblings fighting? Never. But I am delighted that some kind of sibling energy shined through a little in the story :D

I also think the age gap between Ambrose and Kit is significant, though I don’t think I ever said it — actually I think I made their age gap quite small which doesn’t make sense because Ambrose has his entire career all sorted out and so does his friends which would make him actually, closer to Jude’s age, around his thirties while Kit is in his early twenties and still trying to figure life out.

P.S. thank you so much for sharing your insights and your too-kind words, I think I may just explode into confetti right now 🎊 genuinely thank you🫶 also!! I amended the age gap bc of you to make it make more sense so thank you🫰

P.P.S Personal familial anecdote — not at all important to the discussion — below cut 😏😏😏 just my personal exp of sibling energy

Now, this could also just be my crazy family, but I feel like we’re normal enough, like when I was a kid I was very energetic and my brother(who was older by like 7 years) would literally just put his hand on my head and push me away and let me tire myself out, but then, what happens when I learned how to evade that move? He SAT on me and still I went to claw at him, bite him, punch him, kick him (this was all in the name of play-wrestling and who was the strongest sibling — which, in hindsight, we had a lot of competitions of who was the strongest, fastest, funniest, smartest, wittiest, favourite sibling contests when we were growing up ((out of sheer boredom (but I blame wii sports for the will to win imbedded within us against each other)) and there is a disbelief of “why the fuck are you still being hyper when you’re clearly not moving until I say you can, idiot?”

Long story short, Mam had to tell my older brother and sister to stop playing with me because they were the ones getting hurt😎 humble brag, don’t mind me, hold your applause

#intoxicating fear discussion #this becoming the most #intense siblings or dating problem #i have ever seen #XD #i really love hearing your thoughts #and ideas #and interpretations #it’s so interesting #it’s so helpful #and insightful #i am so happy sibling energy showed a little #that was the intention #but I completely agree #that the potential for both is there

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beautifulterriblequeen · 8 months ago

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TDP rewatch: autistic Soren?

I spent a lot of time going along with everyone else saying that Soren was a big dumbass. And for that, I would now like to apologize. I don’t think Soren’s dumb. I think he’s autistic.

As an autistic person, I feel bad for not spotting this earlier. But, like Soren, I do have a tendency to believe what I’m told, especially when everyone is saying the same thing. And this may not be canon, ever, but that’s okay. I see Soren in a new light now, and I know that light. (Gods, S3 is really gonna wreck me now)

He doesn’t get sarcasm. He takes Rayla’s “obviously” sarcastic comment at face value. He’s also not good with metaphor, taking a long time to grasp “butter them up.” Once he’s figured out what he should do--lie about the king--he does a very bad job of it because the emotions he needs to embrace to sell the lie aren’t familiar to him.

He’s very good with rules. A father who needed a son who was rooted in the narrative of strength could easily have trained an autistic child to bind himself within those rules form a young age. It’ll be very hard for Soren to question rules that he consciously chose to follow himself.

He doesn’t understand the shifting of loyalties. First he’s a loyal Crownguard, and then he’s supposed to detain Callum because his dad asked him to? Soren’s genuinely confused.

He still chooses to protect Callum when the assassins attack, even shoving him to safety from Runaan’s arrow, because those old rules of loyalty to the royal family haven’t been shifted.

He’s also slow to react to the arrow striking him. He takes precious reaction time to study it closely. He’s probably never seen a Moonshadow assassin’s arrow before. It telescopes in three places. It’s green. It probably smells faintly of poison. Soren’s possibly also never been shot before. All these physical details are hitting him at once, all with equal force, and it takes him a moment to sort through them, process them, and remember that the arrow means the assassins have arrived.

He spends time and effort trying to speak others’ languages, but he doesn’t always get it right. He knows Claudia’s nose trick but he can’t perfectly replicate it. He misinterprets Rayla’s angry intent as personal interest. He really tries to connect with his dad by offering his “see-saw” comment (which is actually right on the money as far as the show’s themes are concerned).

He’s oddly focused on the difference between a prince and a “step-prince.” Not in a mean way, though. He thinks it means he’s paying attention to small details, which people often like. Not particularly in this case, though.

He really does just want to fit in. He does whatever Viren says because he wants to be accepted, not just as Viren’s son but as a not-weird, not-useless person.

Claudia’s the one who makes the jokes. He happily lets her lead on the mission to Mount Kaelik and has no ego attached to being in charge of her.

He’s really awkward with his brotherly feels when he calls her “weep-ridden” and offers to help by punching Callum. Autistics can struggle with language, especially in unfamiliar emotional territory and under stress.

He hyperfocuses on being a Crownguard, though, which is why he’s so good at it, and why he’s in charge. He does nothing but train. He loves being a Crownguard. He knows that role inside and out. He knows when to order men into position, and he knows when to shut up and hand the king his sword.

He insists that sweeping the leg is not a thing, though, because it’s outside his training. None of the Crownguard instructors taught him that, and so it is outside the rules.

When he votes that Corvus is a traitor and gets Claudia to vote with him, he’s reinforcing the rules that he learned. The black-and-white shield on his armor isn’t just an indicator that he’s straddling the line between good and evil and will one day have to make a choice. It’s showing the way Soren sees the world: everything is either inside the rules, or outside them. Soren doesn’t see gray areas. But he might learn to very soon.

He’s cheerily cold-blooded about lopping Runaan’s head off and trying to kill Rayla because empathy is a strange animal for autistic folks. Sometimes it’s really high, and sometimes it’s nonexistent, even within the same person. Between a low empathy for elves and his Crownguard training, Soren legitimately doesn’t see any problem with killing them, even at the age of 18.

He knows the rules on how to deal with dragons: you fight them. And he gets a whole town torched. He was entirely unprepared. But his ego wasn’t in this fight. He freed Corvus because he understands that a Crownguard’s job is to protect Katolis, and that includes the townsfolk. And he admitted his mistake to Claudia because filters are hard under stress, and the truth just pops out like that.

When he’s paralyzed, Soren has no ego attached to remaining a Crownguard, either. His hyperfocus has broken. He was growing increasingly stressed by his dad’s secret mission. And he immediately seeks a new hyperfocus: poetry. He gives it a shot, and he’s terrible at it. He hasn’t actually internalized any poetry rules yet. He’d become a good poet pretty quickly, if he had the chance. But Claudia came to heal him instead.

As S2 ends and the siblings head home together, Soren has no plan anymore. He has no rules for what’s gonna happen, and he can’t anticipate Viren’s reaction but he expects it’ll be bad. He asks Claudia for help in understanding what his parameters should be, because that’s a long trip home, and that’s a lot of time spent worrying over scenarios that he has to consider because he can’t narrow it down--every possibility is a legitimate possibility to him.

[unfinished tdp meta]

#soren #autistic soren #tdp meta #can you believe there was a time when we did not See #release the drafts

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Kinktober 2024 day 10

Bender Rodriguez x reader | Face sitting

Prompt: You get curious how Bender does certain things

Warnings: Face sitting, riding, human on robot, use of alcohol

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You where at work at Planet Express, sitting and doing nothing since the working hours were coming to an end. You were from Fry’s times, getting frozen in the same pod.

You and Fry were good friends, working at the same pizza place. You sometimes delivered the pizzas together when the day wasn’t to busy. And the day you both got frozen.

As you both realised you got pranked right on new years Fry was sitting on the chair when he fell down, the same time you were behind him, freezing you in the most uncomfortable position

“What we having for dinner today?” You ask Fry who was sitting beside you. “Dunno, what you want?” he asked with his smile. “Hmm we will see”

You lived with Bender and Fry, after Bender said he had a big “closet”, Fry inviting you to live with them. You helped the place to stay somewhat clean, scolding Fry for always leaving his stuff everywhere.

“Let’s go home meat bags” Bender came up to you both with a cigar in his mouth. You stood up, leaving Planet express and saying bye to the others.

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You all ate dinner, now sitting on the couch watching tv, beer bottles on the table. Bender was sitting in the middle of you and Fry, again with a cigar.

You took it from his mouth, placing it in yours “Hey if you wanted one you could’ve asked” he said annoyed. He never shared anything with anyone but he did have a soft spot for you. He opened himself up, getting another one for himself and lighten it up.

“Hey guys do you wanna watch the movie I was talking about earlier?” you ask looking at them. “Nah I’m to tired” Fry replied rubbing his eyes. “You?” you ask looking at the robot.

“I’m not watching your corny movies with you” he replied. “Please?” you ask him, knowing you can talk him in to watching the movie. “One last time” he agreed, getting annoyed.

“Let’s go to my room” you said, standing up and grabbing an unopened beer. “Goodnight Fry”

You were now with Bender in your bed, halfway into the movie. Calculon was also in the movie, every time he came up on the screen he started fan girling, making you laugh.

The movie got heated, a sex scene coming up. Some girl was sitting on a guys face, making you think of a question. “Has a human girl ever sat on your face?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“Yeah not once and not twice” he replied scoffing. “And.. How does that even work?” you ask, wanting more answers. “Like you see in the movie dumbass” he replied sarcastically.

“Do you got a rubber tongue in there or something?” you ask yet another question. “If you’re so interested, why don’t you see for yourself?” he says, crossing his arms.

“Huh?” your eyebrows knotted. “Yeah sit on my face and see for yourself” he said, lowkey wanting to make you do it.

“Stop joking like that” you hit his arm. “I’m not joking meat bag” “Sit on my face” he said seriously. “But-“ he cut you off “Just do it” getting mischievous.

The scene on the tv did get you horny, making you consider his idea. “Okay.. But be gentle” you say, face getting red. “Awh is Y/n embarrassed?” he asked, sarcastically.

“Yeah you just asked me to sit on your face Bender” you slowly took off your panties, throwing them on the ground. “And how does that I do this?” you ask, still confused about the process.

“Just sit and you will see” he said, laying on your pillow beside your plushies. Slowly you crawled on top of him, still embarrassed.

“Just relax baby” he said looking up at you, cold metal hands going under your shirt to hold you down. His face was cold, really cold. You whimpered at the feeling, hands going to the headboard for support.

Suddenly it felt like electricity went through you, making you gasp. “B-bender!” you screamed at the feeling. The feeling just got more intense, pussy getting wetter.

You felt your clit start to vibrate, causing you to moan. This was definitely better than you imagined. He used his hands to start rocking your face into him, getting more friction

“This feels so good” you moan, eyes half closed. “Yeah?” “How good Y/n?” he asked as the vibrating getting more intense. “R-eally good” you reply, knuckles turning white from gripping the headboard so hard.

The shocks were now going up your spine, blurring your vision. The coldness from him made you even more sensitive, nobody made you feel like this before.

“Bender I will come” you whimpered. “Then don’t miss my mouth, I don’t wanna clean up after you” he said, feeling your warm juices going down his mouth. You were gasping for air by now, breathing heavily.

You got off him, laying beside him. “Well, did you get your answers?” he asked, lighting up a cigar. “Yes i did Bender” you replied, legs still shaking.

You opened your eyes because of the smoke in your face. Bender loved to piss you off by blowing smoke in your face as it annoyed you a lot. “Bender I said no smoking in my room!!” You screamed at him grabbing the cigar and throwing it out the open window.

He giggled like a little girl at your reaction. “I’m tired, stay at my room tonight” you saw yawning, looking at the film credits. His little box he called a room did sound good, but your bed was quite comfy.

“Only this one time” he replied, fixing the pillow under his head. You got comfy, hugging him. You knew he didn’t like anybody hugging him but this was you getting back at him. “Why are you so cold” you say, closing your eyes. He warmed his metal body to a warm temperature for you, making you smile.

“Your’e the best meat bag that has sat on my face” he said, closing his eyes and drifting to sleep, not before placing a hand on your ass.

#fanfiction #smut #kinktober #futurama #bender bending rodriguez #bender futurama

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audinosaur · 1 year ago

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aoba johsai <3 lover

hi here’s some songs from taylor swift’s lover album that i think match each seijoh pairing :))

iwaoi <3 lover

i mean c’mon

it’s IWAOI ofc they get the title track

“and you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me / and at every table, i’ll save you a seat”

AHSJDJ it’s them !! they don’t even have to say anything, if there’s a chair open next to iwa/oiks, everyone automatically knows who it’s unofficially reserved for

“and i’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you”

^ i think this covers both oikawa’s natural jealousy as well as how iwaizumi’s watched time after time again as countless amounts of people crush on his tooru

just the term “lover” for them. i think it’s the word they’d use in the timeskip when describing their “secret relationship” during interviews, it reveals as little as possible about the “mystery person” while still properly communicating just how important they are :)

matsuhana <3 it’s nice to have a friend

makki and mattsun genuinely have no fucking clue how they got together, they just sorta slowly shifted from being friends and doing friend things to doing boyfriend things and being boyfriends

bc of this they just picked a random ass day as their anniversary and just rolled w it

matsuhana’s so interesting to me because they’re friends to lovers like iwaoi/kinkuni yet each of them is a different FLAVOR of friends to lovers that i can’t quite explain but i love em

“something gave you the nerve / to touch my hand”

THEY!! YES! doing all their coupley shit all the while saying “it’s nice to have a friend” even though they both realize it’s faded into something much more

“twenty questions, we tell the truth” idk they just seem like they’ve never lied to each other before bc they’ve never had any reason to hide what they’re feeling

kyouhaba <3 afterglow

*deep inhale* OKAY there’s a LOT !

it should be noted that literally so fucking many of the other songs fit them but i want something slightly kinda happy pls :’)

i really love this song and it’s portrayal of arguing w your loved one and then taking the time afterwards to apologize and take accountability

and there are so so many kyouhaba fics where they fight and then make amends (although i still think there should be even MORE)

i just love them having so many feelings and not enough ways to deal w them and the vulnerability when they own up to their mistakes and AAHHHHHHHH

“i don’t wanna do this to you / i don’t wanna lose this with you” and “hey, it’s all me, just don’t go”

(^ examples of them being VULNERABLE AND OPEN)

also “tell me that you’re still mine / tell me that we’ll be just fine / even when i lose my mind”

i am normal about them! (lie)

side note i like how when perusing the seijoh couples gallery you just see “childhood friends to lovers!”, “best friends to lovers!”, “pals to lovers!”, then you turn the corner and see the most aggressive, tension-fueled enemies(?) to lovers pairing you’ve ever seen for no goddamn rhyme or reason

kinkuni <3 paper rings

paper rings has a childlike whimsy that suits kindaichi & kunimi’s relationship perfectly

half of the lyrics seem like things kindaichi would say to kunimi w full earnesty too

“i’m with you even if it makes me blue” and “wrap your arms around me, baby boy” !!!

(kunimi calls it “corny”, kindaichi calls it “romantic”, both with dumbass, lovestruck smiles on their faces)

“i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this” is 100% kunimi though, he doesn’t like surprises and events that require him to exert extra effort, but for kindaichi? he’s more than okay with it

the whole song is just so sugary sweet and shamelessly adorable and at the end of the day that’s what kinkuni is! (at least behind closed doors, bc they get embarrassed sometimes)

and bc i can’t leave my boy out, it should be noted that watari shinji is a red man to his very CORE. you bet your ass on his twenty-second birthday he was blasting 22 like his life depends on it

#seijoh #aoba johsai #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #iwaoi #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #matsuhana #yahaba shigeru #kyoutani kentarou #kyouhaba #kindaichi yuutarou #kunimi akira #kinkuni #watari shinji #RAAAAHHHH !!!!

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year ago

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fic rec friday 26

welcome to the twenty-sixth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. suite on you by @adelfie

Lance feels a little jarred when he sees nothing friendly in the suitemate’s eyes, and then foolish. He scrambles to find something to say. “Do you have any rules?" Keith’s eyes darken. “Yeah. Don’t bother me this semester. Or ever.”

-- Accident-prone Lance McClain learns that his grumpy suitemate, Keith, has one rule: to leave him alone. Lance would really like to follow that rule. Really. But his clumsiness has other plans.

(Or, 5 times Lance bothers Keith and 1 time Keith lets him.)

any fic that uses the Lance is a Ray of Sunshine tag is a fave of mine bc he is. i loved how in this one keith called lance sweet, not like an adjective but as a petname?? anyways it killed me and it made lance melt as you might have guessed. i loved it

2. Shiro, You Ignorant Slut by notverystraight

“I like Keith,” Lance blurted suddenly.

Shiro blinked. “Oh.” Not exactly the revelation he’d been expected. “He likes you, too.”

- In which Shiro accidentally reveals Keith and Lance’s feelings for each other… without even knowing about them in the first place.

god bless fics that write shiro as the dorky dumbass he is. he WOULD be the one to spill the beans without knowing that there are even beans to be spilled. i love him

3. Escalate by demonsushi01 [EXPLICIT]

Day 15. Flustered

5 +1 Fives times in which Lance is flustered by Keith during their relationship, with it steadily shifting from more innocent things as it continues. And one time in which he gets back at Keith.

this mostly isnt explicit, its mostly just klance turning their relationship into a competition lol. they also spend a significant amount of time embarrassing their friends which is excellent

4. Part of Your World by @floranna

Keith sat at the dock, glaring at the water, wearing only his speedos. It was a bright, warm, and sunny day, with slight enough of a breeze to keep the worst of the heat away. Not like Keith cared or anything like that, of course, but…

Everything spelled that it should have been a beautiful, wonderful day, full of wonderful memories, if only that sharp-toothed half fish would actually show up!

happy belated mermay my loves <3 you want klance? teasing and soft and domestic? monstertron? lance with very sharp teeth? keith being very into lance with very sharp teeth? one stop shop babey

5. Hunk’s List of Grievances by @littlecinnamonbunny

Honestly, Hunk deserves better.

Five times that Hunk thought he walked in on Lance and Keith doin’ the hanky-panky, and one time he actually did.

this fic made me LAUGH. like literally out loud. let me introduce yall to my favourite part:

And that’s when it happens.

A familiar gloved hand comes into view, pale fingers pushing back Lance’s fringe with a soft groan, and Hunk realizes that Lance's mouth is currently preoccupied and will not be able to respond. But it’s too late because Hunk’s already opened his own mouth to speak.

“Hey Lance, Allura wants to– hoLY F- oh yup okay that’s definitely a dick, goodbye I’m gonna erect myself out of- eject! - eject myself out of the airlock now.”

He turns on his heel and speed walks the fuck out, and even Yellow is sending him questioning concern that tingles the corners of his mind (though it’s tinged with amusement, the filthy traitor) and he ignores Lance’s choking and coughing and swearing.

He also chooses to ignore Keith’s mortified cry of his name along with “wait-!” because no Keith, why the fuck would he wait?!

‘Oh sorry, let me just pause in my desperate attempt at fucking off for a moment so you can remove your genitals from the back of my best friend’s throat and try and convince me that your penis was checking for cavities’.

like holy shit 😭😭 words cannot express how out of pocket this whole fic is like i genuinely cannot read it without smiling

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#i do a bunch of these every five weeks i forgot how much i love doing them #vld #voltron #klance #keith #keith kogane #lance #lance mcclain #hunk #hunk garrett #lance & hunk #hunk & lance #mermay #mermaid lance #established klance #pre klance #fic rec #fic rec friday #longpost

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amidst-wonderland · 8 months ago

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final fantasy: rebirth {a mess of emotions, not in chronological order}

this is more story-based, so heads-up spoilers below.

“question. does that make me a dumbass?”

not aerith asking about reno

chadley nearly outing cissnei and cloud getting real confrontational about it.

cloud is so much more conversational in this, i felt in remake he was bordering on joker level’s of player-character. he’s a lot more laidback, which is understandable since he didn’t really know anyone but tifa and midgar’s only like what a week long?

the game now feels like an ensemble piece rather an a cloud simulator.

cloud not realising he’s the one loner friend

americans aren’t the best swearers - put to much emphasis on the swear itself but cloud does it so well.

he’s a prickly, backchatting bitch in this game and i love every single second of it. he’s not mopey, stubborn and grumpy. he’s ‘i’m going to actively make myself your problem if you cross me, so don’t.’

barret immitating yuffie?! or, “oh, wow. tell us more.” it’s giving abridged.

yuffie’s little naruto run!

yuffie and cloud’s growing sibling dynamic is the cutest shit. like, he should be be pissed at her but immediately protected her from the captain.

all i hear is priscilla’s dad’s irish accent from abridged when ever someone says her name or, “mr dolphin, ye daft bastard.”

rufus shinra… the man that you are.

every rude and elena scene, just, yes. her with the ice-lolly, the corneo fight, rude’s pub club?! babysitting palmer. (also, they call it the clean-shaven club when rude literally has a beard).

i genuinely thought we were gonna at least get that iconic reno and rude scene outside of gongaga (and as a long-shot a reunion with cissnei - i stand by the fact tseng absolutely knows where she is.)

that final turks training facility was a bitch to find.

don’t get me wrong, yuffie, barret, tifa and red’s trials were sad but aerith’s absolutely wrecked me. like i’ve got a stuffy nose already and i literally couldn’t breathe with the tears.

same with dyne and barret, like what you mean you want me to fight palmer?! i’m sitting here ugly crying about two men who love their daughter and have been through hell and back.

i’d love to see cissnei and leslie get involved with the wutai turk team-up

as much as i love aerti’s ��improved over og’ friendship. it’s not passing the bechdel test anytime soon.

fuck queen’s blood.

cloud saying “down boy” sir- THE WHIMPERING!

the kids locking yuffie in with the hooded men on the cruise.

nanaki walking in the cabin on two legs fucking kills me. i also caught barret admiring himself in the mirror.

the fact the name tag is, “???” when we can hear yuffie cheering on cloti.

did they kiss?!

so, we finally see loveless and it was everything i ever wanted. genesis, i’m sorry, you were right.

“death doesn’t suit a turk”

cloud jr is too cute and i love my chocobro protagonists

speaking of, i’m in two heads about ffxv. you can see a lot of the inspiration the team got from that game but i think they left out the one thing that made ffxv perfect, which was the constant chatter during traversal

cloud turning on tifa during the gongaga reactor mission is giving the ffxv: omen trailer

i need a tonberry robot for my desk

jessie’s poster! i really thought she’d be alive with biggs

cloud calling gus a prick is when it clicked for me, like cloud’s got bite

i need esther’s red boots

cid is played by j. michael tatum?! sebastian- france- kyouya-

elena stuck in the heat yelling at rude, omg this is the turk moments i love.

as someone who is scottish, i can’t believe i witnessed cait sith tell cissnei to “wheesht”.

not the biggest fan of cissnei’s new colour scheme. would’ve gone with browns, accented gold buckles and mustard yellow personally

wished they’d’ve put in an turk easter egg in her house.

cosmo canyon’s lantern scene is so pretty.

gold-fucking-saucer. woah

sitting at the water tower with aerith felt wrong, and i know that was intentional.

omfg vincent, why he kinda dressed like gyuvin in en garde?

jesus, roche.

still not keen on seph’s voice - mainly because i don’t like tyler and also zack is better but i’m still not keen

symbiote!peter to “OMG GUYSSS HAIIII” is like fucking whiplash. two minutes ago we were crying over harry, now hotels?!

i knew that’s what marlene saw! and now zack knows! i am not okay!

was low-key waiting on elena throwing the keystone to reno to catch for a grand intro but he kinda just appears, and i loved every second of it.

the way both tifa and aerith have had to stop cloud murdering a turk.

cloud with blood by his own hand on his face is such a chilling image. it’s like seeing someone like superman with it.

avalanche versus reno and rude’s fight was giving advent children, like specifically reno and rude’s fight with loz and kazoo. (which i rewatched recently. rude’s face when reno steps on his glasses is the funniest thing in that film, also i can’t unhear fred from scooby-doo when loz speaks even though i know it’s not frank welker - it’s the dude that plays corneo).

#final fantasy 7 rebirth #cissnei #the turks #ff7 #reno of the turks #cloud strife #tifa lockhart #aerith gainsborough #barret wallace #yuffie kisaragi #red xiii #elena ff7 #rude of the turks #tseng of the turks #sephiroth

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enhabot · 1 year ago

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𝗹𝘂𝘃𝗯𝗼𝘁. ─ 28 [ yn and the chipmunk ] 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕. 2.5k 𝒕𝒘. mentions of alcohol consumption. ──────────

“it fucking reeks in here.”

you crinkle your nose in disgust as you navigate through the drunken crowd of sweaty bodies with sunoo in tow. an overplayed edm remix of some popular song is being blasted, and you can feel your entire body vibrating from the noise. this marks your second attendance of a fraternity party within a span of less than two weeks — and you can confidently say that you are unhappy to be back. “where did heeseung leave his phone again?” you yell. sunoo looks puzzled and slightly disheveled. “what?” he screams back. “i can’t hear you.” you loudly sigh. this is going to be a long night.

you make an attempt to tune out the commotion in order to recall what led you to the events at hand. who do you have to blame for your misfortune, again? ah, yes. none other than the reigning champion of disaster, jake sim — and you can’t forget lee heeseung, too. i mean, who leaves a phone at a party? you curse under your breathe and make a silent promise to tear their dumb heads off after jake gets discharged.

for now, though, you have a mission. you lightly yank sunoo arm and search for a less populated area to regroup and strategize. he lets out a startled yelp, “where are we going?” you grind your teeth together. “somewhere quieter,” you respond quickly. you narrowly sidestep a face-first crash into what looks like a faded partygoer, and safely make it off the dance floor. the two of you make your way up the stairs, and saunter your way into an empty room. you silently pray that some frat brother won’t catch the two of you loitering and kick you out. “that was close.” you let out a sigh of relief, and so does sunoo. “so, what now?” he asks. “hee’s phone. how do we find it?”

you groan, “heeseung’s not replying.” you figure it’s probably because he needs to conserve some battery on jake’s near-dead phone. “should we ask somebody?” sunoo shrugs. the two of you stand and ponder your choices for a solid two minutes. you’re so frustrated with heeseung and jake, you don’t immediately realize that this is the first proper interaction that you’ve had with sunoo since you picked him up earlier that night. well, since he confessed, to be exact. you peer at him, and he catches you staring.

“what?”

“nothing!” you sound a little too defensive.

sunoo raises an eyebrow, and you sigh in defeat. there’s no use in lying to him. after all, he was, and hopefully still is, your best friend of over five years. sunoo can read you like a book, and you know that well. this is uncomfortable; you’ve never had to avidly conceal what was on your mind in front of him before. “yn?”

“it’s just… you know.” you sound completely robotic; almost as if someone had preprogrammed your dialogue. “we haven’t talked in awhile and i was wondering if you’re, like, doing okay and stuff.” you mentally facepalm yourself for making things even more awkward than they already are. “i’m okay…” sunoo sort of trails off. “how are you?”

you sheepishly shift from foot to foot, and stare directly at the ground like it’s the most interesting thing that you’ve seen in your entire life. “i’m okay, too. anything new with you?” you ask. “not really. it’s only been less than two weeks since we last spoke, yn,” he replies. yeah, but two weeks is the longest that we’ve gone without contact. you want to remind him, but you decide to keep your mouth clamped shut.

“so, how are things with you and jungwon?” sunoo suddenly questions. you don’t sense upset or bitterness laced in his tone; just genuine curiosity. “uhhhh, good?” it sounds more like a question than an answer. well, things are doing good. you just don’t really know how to talk about it with sunoo. “are you guys are dating, now?” sunoo asks. “no? yes? i don’t know. it’s complicated,” you sigh.

“what? did he do something? seriously, that dumbass. i ought to —“ your eyes dart upwards and you wave your hand in panic. “no, nothing like that!” you interrupt. “it’s because of me! we like each other, but i’m the one that he’s waiting on,” you make a clumsy attempt to clarify. once again, sunoo looks confused. “you?”

you nod. “it’s me. i’m the reason why we aren’t together.”

“why?”

you’re taken aback at sunoo’s level of directness. after all, you weren’t exactly expecting him to ask you so many questions after the silent car ride. you knew that sunoo wasn’t the type to beat around the bush, yet you couldn’t help but to be a little flustered. “i just needed time after everything that went down,” you respond truthfully. “don’t tell me… you’re talking about my confession, aren’t you?” sunoo interrogates. “what?” you gulp. “you aren’t dating jungwon because you’re still scared of hurting me, aren’t you?” he asserts.

you can’t find it in your heart to lie to sunoo, but you struggle to confirm his words nonetheless. “sunoo, i…” his expression falters into a sad smile. “you don’t have to answer that. i already know. i know you, yn,” he reassures. he’s right; sunoo knows you well. you peel you eyes away in an attempt to hide your expression. “i’m scared…” you start. “of losing you.”

sunoo exhales a long, deep sigh and you feel nervous. “first of all, you aren’t going to lose me, yn. you mean more to me than that. above everything, you’re my best friend. sure, i have feelings for you… but our friendship is more valuable to me than anything else — and, i’m sorry for not telling you this earlier.” you nod, slowly digesting his words. “secondly, you’re an idiot. why do you always do that, yn?”

“do what?” you ask.

sunoo looks a little frustrated. “put other people first all the time. when your group members don’t show up to your meetings and make up dumb excuses, you let them off the hook. when people cut you in line at the grocery store, you just let them take your place. seriously, if you keep doing that, people are going to walk all over you,” he scolds. you laugh gently, “i know that already. you and the others always warn me about it.” sunoo shakes his head, “no you don’t. if you did, you and jungwon would be together by now,” he argues. “this is different, sunoo. you’re my best friend and —“

“it’s not different, yn,” he insists. “just because i like you, doesn’t mean you have to force yourself to lose feelings for jungwon. it makes me want to rip my hair out. why do you keep making hard decisions all by yourself, yn? and no matter how many times we tell you it isn’t your fault, you continue to beat yourself up.” you choke back a sob, “i don’t know, sunoo. is there something wrong with me?” sunoo gently shakes his head no. “no, there’s nothing wrong with you, yn. i just wish that you’d be easier on yourself. you’re so selfless all the time and… and that’s a part of why i like you so much, yn.” sunoo looks away, embarrassed. “but still, it can’t be helped. i can’t cast a spell for you to like me, yn. that’s not how it works.”

you glance at sunoo, “i’m sorry. i… i was just scared that you were going to decide that being my friend was too much to handle, and i was about to do something really stupid. i thought i could handle this all on my own, sunoo — but it’s hard. i was so conflicted because i felt like i had to choose between you and jungwon.” the sentences finally flow out of your mouth naturally, and you find yourself crying for the second time that night. you feel like a tall child.

“yn…” sunoo hesitates as if he’s carefully choosing his next words. “i’m sorry, too. i was being really harsh, and… i made a lot of bad decisions, too,” he admits. “even though i don’t regret confessing to you, i should have known better then to just leave it at that. i had no idea that things would turn out the way that they did.” you firmly shake your head. “you didn’t wrong me in any way, sunoo,” you mumble through tears. “i’m just happy that you aren’t leaving my life.” sunoo smiles, “me too.”

“are we okay, now? or do you need more time? i can wait,” you sniffle. “no, that’s okay. i thought about it for a long time, and i figured that i’m not gonna let some dumb feelings ruin our friendship,” he replies. “they aren’t dumb, sunoo. thank you for liking me so earnestly,” you respond, and you pull him in for a long overdue hug. “i missed you, sunoo. we all did — jake, hee and i.”

“i missed you guys, too,” he replies warmly. a few moments pass by, and you pull away with a bright grin. “i should probably apologize to jungwon, though,” sunoo abruptly laments. “huh? oh… that,” you realize what he’s talking about. “right.”

“is he cursing me out right now?” sunoo worriedly asks. “i mean, i kind of get it. i grabbed his collar and i was about to swing. i don’t know what got into me that night. i’ve been too embarrassed to see him ever since,” he mutters. “no, nothing like that. the opposite, actually. he was the one who told me to go smooth things out with you. well, i was planning on doing it either way but i was nervous and needed a push,” you comment thoughtfully. “that’s good. still, i should probably talk to him. i never hated jungwon, or anything like that. i was just jealous.”

“jealous?” you question. “kind of. but anyways, that’s in the past! if the two of you become a couple, i can’t become a wedge in between you guys, anymore. i’m not an asshole,” sunoo sighs. your face reddens at his words. “couple?” you stammer. “we aren’t a couple…”

sunoo wiggles his eyebrows. “yeah, not yet,” he teases. “shut up,” you whine. “i’m so embarrassed. i sobbed my eyes out in front of him earlier, i don’t know how i’m going to face him.” sunoo looks amused at your despair and you have the violent urge to wipe that dumb smirk off his face. “woah, so the great yn is nothing more than a simp, after all?” he gently elbows you. “fuck off!” you let out an undignified groan. “now that’s sorted out, we should probably focus on looking for heeseung’s phone, huh?” sunoo remarks. “damn, i forgot all about that,” you seethe. “this is going to be such a pain in the ass.”

the corners of sunoo’s lips pull into a grimace, as his eyes dart around the room. “we should split up. the frat house is kind of big… i can ask beomgyu or soobin to lend a hand and ask everyone to look for heeseung’s phone,” he suggests. you lift your head up and nod, “that sounds like the best idea for now. i’ll scout upstairs and you do downstairs,” you add.

“you’re such an asshole, yn. downstairs is where all the people are!” sunoo whines. “you do downstairs, i’ll stay upstairs.”

“no way! i dibbed upstairs first and —“

ring, ring. you can distinctly hear a ringtone coming from the same direction as the en-suite bathroom. the two of you cautiously cross the room and follow the insistent chime. lo and behold, a familiar phone sits atop a granite counter, frantically buzzing and begging to be picked up.

“is that…” sunoo doesn’t wait for you to finish your sentence before he hurriedly snatches the phone to answer it. he presses speakerphone and the two of you intently listen in.

“hello? hi, please don’t hang up!” none other than lee heeseung is desperately wailing on the other line. “my name is lee heeseung — and you have my phone! please don’t wipe it and sell it, i’m a broke college student! i cant afford another one,” he pleads. you fight the desire to cackle and hang up, “heeseung.”

“yes! that’s my name. anyways, it’s a really long story. i’m in the hospital right now because my dumb friend ate soap. he’s so stupid. listen, at this party, you’ll find this blonde-headed guy! he kind of looks like a smaller squirrel? like, a squirrel but imagine that it got stung in the face? what’s that animal called? it’s a little round-faced and — oh, right! a chipmunk. anyways, his name is sunoo! and you could give him my phone, or — “

“heeseung!” you’re growing a little sick of his antics. “shut up, and listen to me!” you hiss. “hey… that’s kind of rude, you know. you’re talking to a complete stranger, right now; show some compassion! moving on, there’s another person that you could give it to if you can’t find sunoo! their name is —“ heeseung just won’t stop talking, huh? “yn! their name is yn, and yn is talking on the phone with you right now!” you yell into the speaker. heeseung finally ceases, and you can practically hear the gears churning in his head. “yn? how are you on the phone, right now?” he asks dumbfounded. “because we found it, you asshat,” you reply, angrily. “some directions in finding your phone would have really helped, hee,” sunoo adds, equally as pissed.

“nice! thanks, guys!” heeseung replies cheerfully, disregarding your irritated tone of voice. you silently pull the phone away to restrain yourself from allowing a slew of unimaginable words from being said. on the bright side, heeseung did indirectly initiate the your make up with sunoo — granted that it was a dumb way in an even dumber place. nonetheless, it’s a relief that you found the phone this fast. given the size of the frat house and the amount of people currently inhabiting it, it could’ve taken well over two hours. “hee, are you still at the hospital?” you finally ask after taking a few seconds to calm yourself down. “yeah, jake’s getting discharged, in a bit. we just need to fill out some paperwork, before we go,” he replies.

“first,” you suck in a breath of air. “how is he?” you question. “is jake okay, now?” heeseung hums. “he’s fine. the doctors said that he just needs a day or two to recuperate and he’ll be back on his feet.” you let out a sigh of relief. “that’s good to hear. i swear, if he gets drunk and does something stupid like that again —“

“you’ll rip our heads off, i know. phone’s about to die, yn. tell me when you get to the hospital parking lot. thanks again, guys! you’re the best,” heeseung makes a lousy attempt at flattery before ending the call. sunoo looks at you with a tad bit of worry. “i know that you’re mad, yn, but you can’t be violent towards a patient,” he remarks. “i know,” you respond, with yet another sigh. “anyways, we should really get going.” you check the time on heeseung’s phone and it reads 3:00 AM. you cringe, thinking about your incoming 9:00AM lecture. “yeah… like right now. let’s get going,” you grumble, and the two of you leave the fraternity house.

on your way out, you reckon that jake and heeseung are so lucky that you’re feeling generous today.

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆. ever since the day you accidentally screwed over yang jungwon’s course selection during freshmen year, you were pretty sure the guy disliked (if not absolutely hated) you. after several failed, uncomfortable attempts to get jungwon to forgive you, you settled that it would be much easier if the feelings remained mutual. thus, you avoided him at all costs! you treated him as if he had something along the lines of a nasty case of the bubonic plague. surprisingly, it went pretty well… until you ended up seated next to yang jungwon in a cramped lecture hall. oh boy, did i mention that you also have a group project to do with him? ah yes, these next three weeks will be fun.

𝗮𝗻. biology makes me sad af btw this is not proofread srry 4 the word vomit 😓

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blametheeditor · 1 year ago

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The Expense Of Trust | Chapter 1

Anomalies and Incident Reports

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of death and murder. Mentions of others being lesser than. Intent to kill. Death by anomaly. Darker themes and tone.

Run Down: In the instant of a site-wide containment breach, there are only a few protocols available to follow. Know the right people, hope to be at the right place at the right time, and whatever you do, don't trust anything.

Well, well, well

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“Have you been keeping David in line?”

“You mean have I been keeping Fritz out of trouble?”

“Yes to both questions, James,” Fritz grins, quick to wipe it away before David can spot it and threaten to report for insubordination. He really never knows when the senior researcher will actually follow through on requesting a change for an assistant. “There haven’t been any experiments that required him to put on a lab coat.”

“Thank goodness,” has David glaring at the phone currently on speaker, the sarcasm in James’ voice loud and clear. There’s also a few sounds of shouting in the background, but neither of them comment. “How would he ever survive?”

“It’s not my fault your idiotic institution has dumbass rules.”

Fritz wisely decides not to join in on reminding the tall man never seen wearing anything but a full piece suit why a lab coat is required. He doesn’t need a lecture about how it’s a crime forcing such clothing to be covered by such a gaudy accessory. Not with James ensuring he sighs loud enough there’s no mistaking it. “Oh no, you’re so right, David. Getting acid spilt on you and damaging your suit that way is much better than protecting it and yourself for the sake of aesthetics. Remind me, what are you two doing right now?”

David sends a look that says Fritz will cover for him, or the redheaded teenager is going to regret it, especially when they don’t have a specific date for when James will return to protect him from the senior researcher’s wrath.

Fritz glances around the room they had been assigned to today. With David standing in the corner by the door, his phone sitting on a nearby table. Almost directly opposite, the teenager stands at the sterilized counter beside a sealed glovebox that takes up a majority of the space.

Good news, technically David doesn’t need a lab coat right now considering the substance they’re testing is already safely inside the chamber. Bad news, he’s being a terrible role model for following safety procedures.

“He’s safely out of the contamination area,” Fritz offers.

“At this point people will begin to genuinely ask how you ever became qualified to be a senior researcher,” James remarks.

“Well certain people should stay out of other’s business when it doesn’t concern them,” David growls.

“I can’t help but feel like that was a jab toward me.”

“Of course it was a jab toward you!”

Fritz quickly hides his laughter as the two continue to fight, focusing back on the task at hand. Putting on gloves and goggles before starting only a few basic tests on what had been described to them as a chemical produced by SCP-8202 that’s more of just an unknown variable rather than a harmful one.

Honestly, he’s kind of curious how David and James became such good friends. Despite the hostility, the tactical response officer on the other end of the phone is called almost weekly, if not daily depending on what managed to annoy David enough that he needed to demand support. And it’s usually because someone brought up the lack of him wearing anything for safety.

The best part is James doesn’t tell the senior researcher to stop, or to lower the amount, despite the fact they all know he is currently working an active mission of containing an anomaly offsite. The soft shouts from before has turned into larger amounts, and yet the argument still continues. There really never it any anger unless David is actively distracting him and refuses to hang up when things get...chaotic.

David’s never been the cause of a mission failing, or of someone getting hurt. But James has been pretty good at balancing entertaining his friend, and ensuring he knows that as good as the officer is at his job, he’s not an all-powerful being who can make everything wrong with the world vanish with the snap of his fingers.

Fritz jumps as a siren suddenly blares. He actively attempts to set the breaker in his hand down carefully despite the uncontrollable shaking, but there’s no denying the terror snaking its way into his mind. Panick almost wanting to make him throw the fragile object despite it containing a still fairly unknown chemical just to get out, get to safety, he has to-!

The redhead curls in on himself when he feels two hands on his shoulders, stopping his frantic movements. He takes a moment to take a few deep breaths before looking up at David’s flat expression. At least there’s no anger.

“It’s not to alert us there’s been a containment breach,” David begins. “This one is to let everyone know they’re doing a controlled transfer to get an SCP to another facility.”

It takes a moment for the words to sink in, to latch onto ‘controlled transfer’. Hesitate at the fact the siren doesn’t sound like the one to signal the immediate need to evacuate, a lot softer and with a different pitch than the one he heard during orientation. Suddenly feels embarrassed by his reaction.

“S-Sorry,” Fritz murmurs. He finally manages to carefully set down the beaker before withdrawing his hands from the box.

David frees him, but instead of demanding they begin the report with the few things Fritz accomplished, the tall man motions to the door. “Let’s go watch it.”

Fritz will admit he completely froze out of pure terror. At the thought at getting anywhere near an anomaly outside of containment, whether or not it’s controlled with multiple personnel ensuring nothing goes wrong. “W-Watch it?”

“It’ll be safe. The message I got this morning even encouraged us to watch.”

“It will be completely safe, Fritz,” James pipes up. “You should check it out, even for just a second.”

Now Fritz feels humiliated rather than embarrassed. The two teaming up due to knowing why he reacted to both the siren and the suggestion in such a way. It’s even worse James understood what happened despite being on a phone call. Fritz almost regrets admitting a little bit about why he’s an assistant researcher for the Foundation.

...James has never been malicious, though. If anything, David figured out real quick that the redhead would be the only thing that’d lower his anger if, say, there was a call right as the officer was about to capture an anomaly before it literally blew up in his face.

And despite the superior outer shell, David’s been more or less warming up to Fritz. No longer wrinkles his nose when the teenager is in close proximity or snaps to shut up despite responding to a question that had been asked. Even before then, the senior researcher wasn’t trying to torture the unwanted assistant, just find ways to pass him along to someone else.

After a few months of working together, Fritz isn’t despised. David isn’t walking out the door to force his assistant to follow considering today he was tasked specifically to help the tall man with the sole reason David always knows what’s best.

“...we, we can go watch.”

“Hanging up, James.”

“Don’t hesitate to call back.”

David roll his eyes as he pockets his phone before walking out of the room. Fritz jolts at the realization he’s being left behind before shedding his gloves and goggles, chasing after the man who’s a full foot taller and yet never slows his pace down.

“He bitches about me calling, but whenever the dumbass is worried about you he’s more than happy to get covered in ash again despite complaining it took him weeks to get it all off.”

The teenager is forced to jog to keep up. “Well, you do-”

“Don’t finish that sentence.”

Fritz smiles at the threatening tone despite knowing where they’re headed. Glad to have something to keep his mind off of it. Forcing his limbs not to lock up as he repeats the promises this is safe. Nothing will happen.

David’s hand catches Fritz’s lab coat before he can jog past the senior researcher, yelping as he’s pulled toward a set of large windows he’s never seen before. He then slowly moves closer when it becomes clear they’re not looking into a room level with them, his breath catching at the sight of having to look down, down, down before he finally spots the ground floor. Which is both terrifying and yet comforting knowing they’re so far away from the anomaly.

The redhead nearly screams when he finally spots it. Such a small form from this high up, but a creature not made for this world none the less. One that’s tall, so thin he can see the edges of its internal structure, and a muted teal color from head to toe. An eerie figure that only becomes uncanny when it takes a stuttering step forward, swaying as if it’ll fall over at any second.

Then it lunges.

David catches him before he can sprint away, pulling the teenager close so there’s no escape. From the anomaly, from the idea the officers currently standing directly beside it getting attacked, at the memories of that same walk advancing toward Fritz.

”Whaaat are you s-so afraid of?”

“You’re not wrong to assume anyone but James are complete dumbasses when it comes to interacting with SCP’s without dying themselves,” David muses, sounding almost annoyed.

Fritz takes a deep breath when it’s clear he’s acting like a scared child, far from the professional assistant researcher he’s done everything in his power to be for David due to the man accepting nothing but perfection from those around him. Clenches his fist and grits his teeth in order to see what’s being spoken about.

Unable to help but stare at the anomaly being completely frozen midair, unable to complete the lunge that was too fast to avoid.

“But no one would transfer an SCP without first having all of the proper equipment,” David finishes. “Not to mention, we’re inside a place built on protecting against things like this. Humans like James are trained on responding to situations where someone’s in danger.”

Just like that night, when Fritz should have been killed. Unable to escape even if he could get himself to move, to run. It was faster than him. Didn’t feel any remorse wearing the skin of someone he knew. There was a field agent who managed to save him before it was too late.

...David’s actually trying to comfort him.

Fritz blinks at the realization. Because this was more than just explaining why someone’s being stupid, those words were specifically meant for reassurance. It makes him smile at the black mail he can give to James when the man’s back on site before leaving for another mission. Appreciative, but never thought he’d see the day.

“What are you looking at, dumbass?”

Fritz’s smile immediately disappears when it’s clear he was caught. "I, I appreciate you letting me watch.”

David scowls before suddenly turning on his heel in order to walk back the way they came. Fritz takes a moment to watch the anomaly slowly wake up, its limbs carefully resetting itself to stand rather than falling to the floor in order to make its way to the waiting truck. Quickly running after his senior researcher.

“Now get back to work!”

Fritz nods as he grins. Finds himself a lot less tense despite the siren still blaring. Straightening up in attention when David places a hand on his head, almost confused at seeing the hazel eyes harden.

“I won’t let any SCP hurt you. If anything ever happens, wait until I find you.”

It’s such an odd request. Yet it’s said so earnestly Fritz can only nod. “Okay, Dr. Harrison.”

He should’ve seen it coming, but then again it’s David. Someone who rarely does certain actions only James tends to do out of fondness. Meaning the senior researcher earns a squawk as he ruffles the red hair with a smirk. “Dumbass.”

Fritz tries everything in his power to get his breathing under controlling, going so far as to holding it instead of hyperventilating. It’s the only thing he can do. Not when his body reacted on its own as soon as the siren started blaring. Sending him diving under the counter before curling into the smallest ball possible.

Now, of all times, why was he remembering that day? Of both David and James attempting to help him with the obvious terror? The promise Fritz made?

Maybe because it’s better to think about that rather than the fact the entire site has been compromised. At the fact Fritz had been working completely alone while testing a few chemicals after agreeing to switch tasks with his colleague for the day. Knowing he won’t be saved, that this is it, but unable to help but feel comfort and hope that somehow David will actually be able to find him. That James will appear on site despite the fact he left for a mission two days ago.

Fritz knows it’s nothing but wishful thinking, and yet he can’t bare the thought of a fatal anomaly stumbling upon him at any minute.

He truthfully doesn’t know what’s better. Knowing that something went wrong is one thing. The siren states there’s been a site-wide containment breach, meaning either an anomaly entered by itself and is causing havoc, or every single cell for hundreds of documented anomalies have just unlocked. Considering the door to the room Fritz was conducting experiments in opened on its own occurred without anyone’s presence, it staying opening, it’s clear the latter is true.

Yet he hasn’t heard or seen any evidence of every anomaly escaping at once. It’s been almost too quiet, not even the sounds of personnel running or screaming. So despite everything saying he needs to evacuate as soon as possible, it almost feels like nothing’s wrong.

Fritz still can’t move. Can’t even try to peer into the hallway just to see if he should start running. Not when he’s locked in place. Even when he hears the distinct sound of footsteps quickly making their way down the hallway. Despite the fact they’re getting closer and closer to him. And he’s just waiting, just like before.

He can only stare in horror as shoes appear in his field of vision as something walks into the room.

...he knows those shoes.

“Fritz!”

That��s David’s voice. Not a stranger’s, not a warped cry of an anomaly. But that can’t be real. How would the man find him? How-?

Fritz can’t breathe when the figure is suddenly kneeling to reveal David, who looks relieved when he spots the shivering redhead. “You scared the shit out of me. Come on we need to go.”

It’s automatic, reaching out to accept the outstretched hand. The promise Fritz will be kept safe. Or at the very least won’t be alone.

”Come heeeere.”

Fritz yanks his hand back, bumping into the wall in the attempt to get as far away from the thing trying to trick him. Shaking his head to force himself not to trust what seems like a genuine look of confusion and concern.

“Are you D-Dr. Harrison?”

It takes a moment to register what was asked, especially because Fritz can’t speak above a whisper. But he sees when it’s comprehended. The look of fond annoyance so familiar it hurts. “What kind of dumbass question is that?”

That seals it. That this really is David and not something pretending to be him. Responding in such a way that couldn’t be rehearsed enough to sound that genuine.

Fritz lunges forward, the taller’s eyes widening in surprise before yelping as the momentum sends them both falling. The redhead doesn’t apologize though, not when he’s too busy clinging to David as tightly as possible, slumping in relief when all that happens is a sigh before he’s hugged instead of getting killed because he made the wrong choice.

“It’s okay. Nothing’s going to touch you now that I’m here,” David murmurs. Fritz doesn’t want to call out the lie. Not when he was found. He doesn’t know how, and maybe he doesn’t want to know, but the promise was kept.

Fritz laughs when he’s awkwardly pat on the back after a minute. “Th-Thanks for, for finding me.”

“I said I would, didn’t I?” David demands. The redhead doesn’t protest as he’s sat up, snorting when the senior researcher’s first priority is to dust his suit off. “Shut up, be grateful I didn’t yell at you for making me lie on the floor.”

If there had been any doubts before, they would’ve disappeared by now. No one but David can be that protective over his suit. Despite the siren still attempting to alert anyone around that can hear it there has been a fatal error somewhere on site.

Before Fritz can ask what happened, he’s being helped to his feet before getting lead out the door. There’s no time to realize and panic that they could encounter a dangerous anomaly immediately. Not when he’s already standing in the hallway that’s...completely empty. The pure white walls untouched.

“Stay behind me.”

David doesn’t free his arm until Fritz nods to state he understands. The senior researcher then begins to walk down the hallway, his assistant immediately following at a slight jog in order to keep up with the fairly quick pace. Almost like today wasn’t any different from yesterday. Or a few days before that.

When they reach a corner, David doesn’t hesitate to round it without so much as slowing down, Fritz essentially left behind as he skids to a halt. Panicked at the fact something could’ve been waiting. The senior researcher almost acting like the entire facility hasn’t been compromised. The doors to the observation rooms of certain anomalies are wide open not even a few feet away.

"Fritz?”

Green eyes blink up at David watching him worriedly. Realized he left the teenager behind and came back for him. It causes Fritz to hug himself knowing he’s the reason they’re no longer heading toward the exit. Able to be stumbled upon by an anomaly. “Y-You just, what if-?”

“Hey, take a deep breath,” David softly commands. “I will get us safely out of here in one piece whether we encounter an SCP or not. But I need you to trust me.”

Trust the man who managed to find him without being told of the switched tasks. The man who refuses to follow standard safety procedures. The man who ridiculed him from day one of being assigned as assistant. The man who acts like he’s a god at times and had a habit of refusing to obey instructions when an observation became compromised.

The same man who did find him to make sure he got out safely.

“...I trust you Dr. Harrison.”

David smiles as he squeezes Fritz’s shoulder. “Just stay close, don’t stop unless I do. I’ll explain once we’re out.”

He nods to say he’ll accept it. Confused and still terrified that David’s only acting like he’s invincible. But if they do get out safely, Fritz will never doubt the tall man again.

Fritz obediently jogs after David as they round the corner, biting his tongue when instead of following the hallways toward the ‘nearest’ exit, they seem to take a roundabout path instead as they make a right instead of continuing forward. To be honest, the facility is so vast the redhead can’t help but get lost at times. Maybe there are quicker ways to get out. Ones assistant researchers aren’t knowledgeable of.

“I really hope that stupid thing got turned off as well,” David mumbles. “We should’ve already found- James!”

Fritz yelps as he collides with the taller figure suddenly coming to a stop, unable to say anything about the amused smirk he earns due to getting a bit dazed from the impact. He’s not nearly as confused to not grab David’s arm to hold him back before he can start down the hallway to where a familiar figure stands. One that shouldn’t be possible. Yet it perks up at the called name.

It looks like James. From his brown hair to the custom made tactical belt clipped around his waist. They haven’t heard the man speak, but at least David isn’t forcing them to go towards what might be the officer they know.

“H-How do we know?” Fritz breathes. Unable to finish the sentence. Pleads David understands he’s not questioning the senior researcher, just questioning if they can trust what they see.

It takes a moment, but a soft ‘ah’ is made once David realizes. “It’s James. I’d be able to tell if it was an SCP in disguise.”

Fritz wants to ask how, but it’s too late, ‘James’ slowing down when he gets about a few feet away with his hands held up in surrender. “Hey, Fritz. It’s just me. The same one you called about David possibly going on a rampage because someone tried to make him wear a lab coat again.”

That sounds convincing, but he can’t know for sure, meaning he doesn’t let go of the arm attempting to tug them both forward. If David’s wrong about being able to tell what’s an anomaly. Is that a reaction James would have? Is that from years of containing different creatures with unknown abilities, or just something trying its hardest to earn their trust?

"What about the same one you secretly called because you were concerned David was sick because he acting ‘too nice’?”

“You did what?”

Fritz doesn’t respond to David’s question, lunging toward the familiar smirk at managing to get on the taller’s nerve. He’s caught before immediately getting pulled into a hug. Definitely their James. “S-Sorry.”

“No, you did good,” the officer assures. “We all know David is a terrible role model.”

“I am not!” David exclaims. “I was right, wasn’t I!”

Brown eyes roll before Fritz is gently pushed away in order for James to pat down his arms, a more than familiar ritual by now. “Have either of you encountered anything? I only saw one anomaly.”

“Nothing as of yet. Don’t know if that’s a good sign or a really bad one.”

Fritz watches as James seems to hesitate, meeting his gaze before looking up at David. “Bad. Meaning we need to get out as soon as possible, meaning you’re leading the way.”

The senior researcher doesn’t question it. Only checks to make sure they’re ready to go before heading back the way they came. This time at a much slower pace in which Fritz no longer has to jog just to keep up.

Somehow, it makes this ten times worse. Fritz knows they might being going slower because now they actually have someone who can at least keep an anomaly at bay if not neutralize it for a short period of time. Knows it’s because James is keeping an eye behind them with one glance back at the officer. David might not be trained to help on missions in capturing anomalies, but it wouldn’t be surprising it he wasn’t given a few lessons on what should be done if something like this ever happened.

But it gives Fritz time to think. To jump at every little sound reverberating through the hallways he hadn’t noticed before. Following David, but feeling like he’s missing something if he’s in front instead of James.

“Did you just arrive on site?” Fritz finally asks. Quietly because it feels wrong if he raised his voice anymore. Needing to talk.

“I did, actually. We just transported a keter that’s no longer contained, but I had been on my way to find you guys when the siren started.”

“Do we know why it happened?” David calls over his shoulder.

“It came from the higher ups,” James all but growls. “I didn’t see any damage, didn’t feel the entire place shake from an explosion. And considering the lights and ventilation system is still functioning, there was a specific command put in to open all cells.”

Fritz gasps as David suddenly stops again, crashing against the taller and stumbling back. He nearly trips over his own feet to fall onto the hard ground when James manages to catch his arm. He appreciates it considering that he should have expected such a reaction from that kind of revelation. That a site-wide containment breach was due to one of the O5 allowing it to happen.

However, David doesn’t whirl around to demand more information. Doesn’t argue over why such a system was in place. The senior researcher’s attention locked onto the open doorway directly to their left.

“There’s an SCP in that room.”

...how does David know? Why is he acting so calm? It was said in such a nonchalant way Fritz has no time to process what it really means until James is already entering a room that was strictly meant for storing files and equipment and opening the next door.

Instead of revealing a small broom closet, there is an entire hallway identical to the one they stand in except for a closed brown door patiently waiting to be opened on the opposite side.

“The repeating one moved?” David demands, the redhead too scared and stunned too protest being pushed behind the taller and further away from possibly getting locked in another dimension with no clear way out.

James doesn’t respond as he closes the door, reaches into his belt, and attaches a small round metal plate to it. One with the Foundation’s symbol engraved on it, marking the door as the entrance to an anomaly.

“It did.” The officer joins them back into the hallway as he looks back the direction they came to the direction they are going. “We need to move with a little more caution. And absolutely no closed in staircases.”

This is worse than they previously thought. Fritz assumed that while the doors to the cells opened, that didn’t mean any extra equipment was deactivated as well, meaning certain lights and emitters should still be functioning properly to hold certain things in place. This means everything has been turned off and anomalies that are better described as nothing more than a presence rather than a physical being can just move without a single warning.

David glances down at the teenager by his side. “I can only sense SCP’s within a short radiance.”

“Then I suggest we check corners before turning them.”

Fritz doesn’t try to ask what they mean. He is all too aware this is getting worse by the minute. If he starts demanding answers now then he’ll be putting them all in danger. And if he starts panicking that will only distract and slow them down. Right now he just needs to trust the two doing everything in their power to getting them all out safely.

He only nods to show agreement to the new rule alongside David. Then they hear what sounds like someone running as fast as they can.

Fritz is already being pushed in the opposite direction of where the echoing noise is originating from as James reaches for his belt. It wasn’t nearly enough time, not when a man suddenly slides across the opening of the hallway they stand. Is on his feet a second and already sprinting in their direction.

It’s clear they hadn’t been noticed previously when he made the turn. The moment he does is the same moment Fritz realizes he’s wearing a D-Class uniform and looking more fearful than hostile.

“Run!”

Both James and David doesn’t hesitate to heed the man’s frantic yell. Not when the overhead light of where he had been suddenly shatters, glass and sparks falling at the same time overwhelming darkness blankets a full ten feet of the hallway. Makes it seem as if there had been nothing there in the first place.

Fritz is almost glad as he turns to run for his life, not wanting any reason to see what is chasing them.

#we did it!!!!#chapter 1 is finally out!#and I swear more will be written #too much world building that deserves to see the light of day #samewiththeghostsIswearmoreofthemwillappear #I really do apologize for how long it's taken #it's been a little crazy lately #but with finals coming up I'll get a little more time for writing soon!#iftheEditordoesn'tsteal it #:D #I hope ya'll have a wonderful week!!#FNAF bois #SCP AU #The Expense Of Trust #BTE writing #cw #content warning

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