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itsthatpearl · 4 months ago

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Astarion x F!OC

Dawn of Love

Chapter 3: First Light

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Aura faces Astarion after the night they spent together. But what happens when the whole group decides to play a game that will change everything between the two rogues.

Word count: 2.5k

Thank you Janna for once again betareading this <3

TRIGGERS: talk about past trauma, mentions of sex, kissing, FLUFF, angst, drama.

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The sun was shining into my eyes as I opened them. I was still laying on the ground, fully naked. The wind was warm, but I could feel my skin was cold from sleeping outside. Or from sleeping next to a cold vampire.

I glanced next to me. Where is he? I propped myself up on my elbows and saw Astarion.

He stood in front of me, several feet away, arms open baskin in the sunrise wearing only his breeches. His hair glistened in the light, making him appear as something out of this world. Angelic even. The sight of him made my heart flutter.

“You missed the dawn, it looked incredible” he called over his shoulder, his voice clear but soft.

Of course he had heard me waking up.

“It did?” I yawned, sitting up and covering my chest with my arms.

“It truly did” he replied. “Were you named after it?” he added after a pause, still back turned attention fixed into the light. Then I saw it. His back. It was full of marks, some kind of runes, in a circular shape.

“Named after what?” I asked distractedly, as I tried to understand what the runes said. Are those…infernal runes?

“The dawn. Aurora means dawn, right?” he looked back at me. My eyes flew from his back to his eyes embarrassed. Shit, he knows I was staring.

“Y-yes. My parents studied dead languages. In one of them Aurora means dawn. How….how do you know that?” I asked curiously.

Astarion's lips turned up into a smug smile, as if he was smiling to himself and turned to look at the sun again.

“I used to read a lot” he replied and took a deep breath of the morning air. His posture relaxed, but I could sense the subtle tension still lingering in the air. Something was always restrained with him, like a predator waiting to strike.

I watched him for a moment before pushing myself off the ground, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My gaze swept the clearing. The memory of discarded clothes from the night before nagged at me. Where the fuck did he toss them?

“Did you…enjoy…last night?” I asked carefully as I spotted my tunic laying on top of a bush. I walked over taking it as my mind was still spinning from the events of the night before. It had been… intense, to say the least. But now, in the light of day, there was an awkwardness between us that hadn’t been there before. Maybe it was just me. The image of him grabbing my hands and pinning them up. His restrained moans. The way he dominated me so effortlessly. I shook my head to get rid of the images. Still it had felt like he was acting in some kind of way. Like he needed to be in control of everything in order to enjoy it.

“I did” he said after a beat without turning to look at me.

“You did? It felt like you…weren’t fully…I don’t know…enjoying it?” I said while dressing up.

Astarion turned around, his face softening as he closed the distance between us.

“I was holding back a little, it’s true. Delicious as you were, I didn’t want to…lose control” he purred.

I studied him to spot anything that would come across as him lying, but I couldn't. He’s done this before. He is clearly used to it.

We stood in silence for a long moment, our eyes locked. The weight of the previous night still hung between us. I swallowed hard, then broke the tension

“What’s on your back, Astarion?” I asked quietly.

He scoffed, the sound sharp and unfit in the morning air.

“A gift from Cazador” he said with a disgusted expression.

I hesitated for a moment, but curiosity won once again.

“What does it mean? I noticed it has infernal runes in it” I continued.

It seemed to catch him off guard.

“Infernal runes?” he asked, confused.

I nodded and took a step closer.

“Do you…want me to show you?” I asked softly.

“I…it isn’t your problem, you know” he said with a strange tone. It lacked the usual cockyness he had in his voice.

I looked at him taking his hand into mine.

“I know” I smiled slightly.

He looked at me and right there, I saw something shift in him.

Quietly he turned around.

I took a deep breath, fingers trembling as I traced the unfamiliar symbols etched into his skin. He didn’t breathe. I could feel the muscles on his back tense under my soft touch. I bent down, carving them into the dirt with a shaky hand. After what felt like eternity but probably was only a few minutes I stood up.

“Does this say anything to you?” I asked quietly.

He turned to look at the ground.

“What in the hells…what did he do to me?” he muttered, more to himself than me.

“I don’t know. But what I do know is, that someone will be able to read it” I took his hand gently into mine. “I will help you, if you let me” I added.

Astarion stared at me in silence but his grip in my hand tightened and he gave me a tiny nod.

“Okay” I smiled. “We better return to the camp, others might start to worry”.

His lips curled up to a sly smile as he raised a brow.

“That I’ve once again drained you dry or that I’ve ravished you so well Gale can’t stand a chance?” he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, but despite myself, I couldn’t help but smile back. “Both” I said, nudging him playfully as we began the walk back to camp together.

Shadowheart, Karlach, Halsin and Wyll were chatting with each other over the campfire. Lae’zel was practicing some new fighting skills in front of her tent.

Gale sat alone on a log reading and I could see he had a disappointed look on his face as he saw me and Astarion walk together.

“Morning” I greeted everyone, smiling slightly.

Shadowheart looked at us and scoffed.

“You finally came back. I was sure the vampire had drained you dry once again” she rolled her eyes and looked back at Wyll who was in the middle of telling something.

“He didn’t need to drain her blood, she was already weak after everything according to the sounds she made” Lae’zel scoffed from afar.

I blushed ashamed and saw Gale stand up and walk into his tent. Great, now everyone knows.

“Are you just jealous, Lae’zel?” Astarion smirked.

Lae’zel glared at him in disgust and continued her training.

Thank gods we will move our camp today.

As the sun started to set and we had been walking and battling together for hours we finally found a place to sleep in Shadowfell, the Last Light Inn.

We walked inside and got a big room with one bed for each. Great.

I joined the others in the Inn’s taproom. Everyone already had pints of ale so I took one too. Astarion had a glass of something red, hopefully wine.

“Now I know! Let’s play a game” Karlach raised her voice cheerfully.

“What kind of a game?” Gale asked intrigued.

I looked at Astarion who sipped his drink while watching Karlach.

“It’s a game where we ask questions from each other, and we need to speak only the truth. If you don’t want to answer, you drink!” she laughed.

Everyone nodded slowly, and some companions took a huge gulp from their pints to prepare themselves.

“Lae’zel, you’re first! Are you interested in any of our camp members in more than friendly ways?” Karlach asked.

Lae’zel rolled her eyes.

“Tsk’va, none of your business” she muttered and took a sip from her pint.

“Very well, then you ask the next person” Karlach guided.

Lae’zel scanned around the room before locking her eyes with Gale.

“Wizard, have you ever spent a night with anyone here?” the githyanki asked.

Gale shook his head and looked at me.

“I have not” he sighed.

Does Gale actually like me?

“Alright, my turn to ask. Shadowheart, what is your favorite color?”

Shadowheart raised a brow.

“I see the Wizard of Waterdeep has such great questions for us to answer. Alright then, my favorite color is red, blood red. My turn to ask and spice this game up” she looked at me. “Aura. Tell us about your first time” she added.

I looked at her.

“My first time?” I raised a brow.

“Yes. Your first time. And I really hope it wasn’t with that” she glared at Astarion who shrugged taking a sip from his glass.

I nodded.

“Alright. I was a young adult at the time. I met a man and we had a beautiful night together” I said.

Shadowheart raised her brow.

“And?” she asked.

“Only one question” Karlach laughed.

I looked at her and nodded.

“Yeah. Uh, Halsin, what is your favourite food?” I smiled at the druid.

“I like fresh berries picked early in the morning” he smiled warmly. “Lae’zel, what is your favourite item of clothing” he asked the githyanki fighter.

She smirked.

“My underwear” Lae’zel answered. “Aura, tell us about your first time in detail” she said and took a sip from her pint.

Lae’zel, why the fuck are you doing this to me?

“I too want to know” Shadowheart added.

I looked across the room to see everyone had taken a better position and looked at me intrigued.

“Ugh. Fine” I rolled my eyes. “I still lived with my parents who were very controlling. I wasn’t allowed to go on dates, I was still studying and used all my time with books. At some point I got tired and started sneaking out. I taught myself how to pick locks, how to keep myself safe in the streets. One night I was alone at a tavern and I met a man there” I smiled.

“What was his name?” Gale asked intrigued.

“He never told me” I looked at Gale.

“What did he look like?” Wyll asked.

“That is the thing. I can't remember. It’s like he used some kind of magic to make me forget the encounter we had. It mostly worked, but I can remember he had these beautiful red eyes” I sighed.

Lae’zel looked at Astarion and scoffed.

“She has a type I guess” she muttered.

“We talked until he led me upstairs to a private room the tavern had. There we spent the night and after that I remember him leading me out of the tavern” I said while trying to picture it. The hands touching, his guiding me down the stairs. The giggling. The kisses I felt on my neck.

“And then what?” Halsin asked.

“He…led me in front of these…gates” I tried to remember with my eyes closed.

“And…?” Gale broke the silence.

“And I woke up the next day in my own bed” I sigh.

Everyone stared at me quietly except Astarion. He stared at the ground with a strange expression, as if he wasn’t in the room at all.

“And you never saw him again?” Karlach asked quietly.

“Never” I smiled sadly. “I tried to look for him, but I couldn't find the gate I remembered seeing. Our neighbor told my mother about the nightly journeys I did and she made sure I couldn't do them again. I moved out after a year, but even after searching, this man had…vanished” I ended my story.

“I need to go outside” Astarion stood up and walked out of the room.

I stood up and looked at the others.

“He probably just got jealous he wasn't your first” Shadowheart shrugged finishing her pint. “I’m off to sleep”.

Everyone else agreed, finishing their pints and starting to get up from their seats.

I left after Astarion. Was he actually this childish? I bet he has been with tens of women and men, but I can’t even sleep with one?

“Astarion, wait!” I yelled after him and followed the silver haired elf outside.

“Leave me alone, Aura” he said while still walking.

“Astarion stop!” I ordered. “Are you actually serious? I bet you have slept with others too, why is this such a huge deal to you?!” I asked, grabbing his arm.

He turned around and grabbed my wrist.

“Because I am the only one you have slept with” he said with fire in his eyes.

I looked at him confused.

“What…what do you mean?” I breathed out.

“I mean, I am the man you met 150 years ago. I am the man who vanished from your life after spending the night with you” he let go of my wrist.

My stomach clenched as his words echoed in my mind. Him? All those years ago? My heart stuttered in my chest, a whirlwind of emotions. Confusion, anger, even a hint of longing for the memory of that distant night. All those days spent searching for him, and the nights longing for him.

I stared at Astarion in silence.

“You…can’t be…why haven’t you told me?!” I shook my head in disbelief and looked at the ground.

“Because I didn't remember. Cazador tortured me for 200 years. I barely remember anything anymore” he said.

I covered my mouth in shock.

“Then….why did you leave me there at those gates? Why can’t I remember what happened?” I looked at him.

We stared at each other for a moment.

“Because I couldn’t take you to him” Astarion said quietly.

For the first time I saw the man in front of me. The boy that had died 200 years ago. He was there. And he was one of the people my mother had warned me about: Cazador’s pets.

“I know what you think” he frowned. “I couldn’t disobey him. My job was to lure pretty things for him to use. I have been punished enough, I know I am a monster” he turned away to leave.

After all those years he was there now. I can’t let him go. Not now. Not after everything.

“No Astarion. You don’t know what I think” I took his hand into mine to stop him from leaving. “I think you had no choice. And the fact that you saved me from him shows me you aren’t the monster you think you are. He is. And he should burn in the fiery pits of hell” I looked at him.

He turned to look at me.

“You…you actually feel that way?” he asked quietly.

“I do. And I will do anything to help you to get your revenge. And we will start from finding out what the runes on your back say” I nodded.

Then he leaned in to kiss me. This wasn’t the clearly pretentious, calculated kiss he had performed before. This felt completely different, like he actually finally wanted to do it for him.

I smiled eyes closed and hugged him. After a moment his arms wrapped around me and we stayed there, quietly holding each other.

Maybe this is a beginning for something real.

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yacinthemorning · 11 months ago

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Gundam Birdie

A Little Birdie

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Summary: Jimmy is a mobile suit pilot and the bad luck charm of his base whom the higher ups are done giving second chances to. It's the old beat-up relic Birdie he's been given or nothing. Lucky for him, the mechanic assigned to get her working is enthusiastic to help, but their friendship leads Jimmy back down roads he'd rather forget.

Ships: Jimmy & Tango (Platonic)

Warnings: War, death, violence, military, guns, fantasy politics, fantasy racism, trauma, alcohol, vomiting

There was something about the hangars that eased Jimmy’s heart. Realistically, they were the calm before the storm, and should have put the fear of the void into him, but he couldn’t help it. The echoes of clanking tools and pistons being tested. The scent of oil and burnt wires baked into the steel beams, the sight of people scrambling, heads buried in their tasks, ready to send machines into the field at the drop of the hat. In that environment, Jimmy faded into a shadow, an afterthought until launch, in the way at worst, a spare hand at best.

It almost made up for how wretchedly hot Earth was this time of year.

“You came back again, huh?” A bored voice drawled.

Jimmy blinked away the stupor he’d lulled into, his neck cracking as he leaned forward out of the remains of his cockpit. The large gash down the shell of the once-pristine Birdie let him see without rising up completely where Martyn tapped his foot on the concrete floor. He didn’t even look up at Jimmy, eyes too busy with his tablet. “That I did.” Jimmy said, leaning against his console. Even if it could respond in its state, the Birdie was already drained. “Should I not have?” He joked.

“Do you want the funny answer or the actual answer?” Martyn finally glanced at him, eyebrow raised.

Jimmy didn’t need either. He wasn’t in the mood, and if he focused he could already hear the grumbling of the mechanics around him. ‘How on earth did he make it back in that?’ ‘Another one already?’ ‘We absolutely sure he isn’t trying to destroy our whole fleet?’ ‘At least it was one of those relics from the basement this time…’

‘Where’s the rest of the squad?’

He wiped the sweat collecting on his brow and shrugged. “What can I say, I specialize in running away.”

Martyn tsk’d him with his stylus. “Unfortunately for you, Blue, running away costs a fortune we aren’t authorized to spend. And might I remind you your debt to the EF is already high enough.”

“Oh, come on Martyn.” Jimmy whined. “Can’t you sweet talk Ren for me? Just this once?”

“Ren’s already stuck his neck out for your first three mobile suits.” They paused as the entire Birdie shifted, the platform below it dropping deep into the ground until Jimmy could heave himself over the edge and drop only a few feet. When he tried to throw his usual goofy grin at Martyn, though, the accountant just shook his head. “Look, Jim, you know Ren sympathises. His parents are Lunarian, he knows what you’re going through.” He sighed. “But you aren’t exactly returning the favour and-“

They were cut off once more as Jimmy jerked forward. The mechanic brushing past didn’t even bother with an apology. Jimmy’s gaze locked with their own disgusted glare as they walked off. Martyn leaned closer in, voice a harsh whisper. “- And you aren’t exactly doing a stellar job of making this all seem like a good idea to the nay-sayers.”

Jimmy laughed, scratching the back of his head. “Don’t be silly. What’s there to nay over about an experienced pilot, who’s an expert on the enemy, controlling a front-line mobile suit?”

Martyn gave him that tired look, frustration wrinkling his youthful face. “I think even if you weren’t a deserter that would be too flattering a description given your results so far. Do you know what it’s like just to convince someone to work with you?” A gesture towards the brutalized Birdie emphasized his words.

“Look, it’s not my fault that I’m sent into the trenches- “

“But it is your fault you keep coming back alone.”

Suddenly the dry summer air seemed like an ice bath. Jimmy was pretty sure he hadn’t meant to so bluntly state what was meant to go unspoken. He could feel the gaze of a nearby worker on his neck, hear the echo of a giggle from across the station.

Martyn took a deep sigh, “I’m sorry Jim. There isn’t another one after this. This Birdie is your last chance. I can assign a specialist to the poor thing, but you have a shoestring budget to work with and if it ain’t operational by next launch then you're going to have to find somewhere else to complete your immigration assignment. That’s the good scenario where they let you go.”

He was screwed. He knew that the second he retreated from the skirmish. All Jimmy could do was agree and sign the papers Martyn put in front of him. When he left Jimmy turned back to the mobile suit and simply stared.

His fate was basically sealed. Jimmy had seen many a machine in his short lifetime. Maybe with a few months and top of the line care she could come back. The worst of it was superficial. But he knew from the struggle back to the checkpoint that the giant hole from a well-placed beam fried her internals. Its not as though Jimmy liked seeing the machines he’d dedicated his life to piloting in such a sorry state. He tried to take care of her just as much as the last half-a-dozen. Each of those multi-billion credit war machines were now rotting in landfills, though, and the prospects for this one were non-existent.

Just the same as his former crewmates.

A whistle broke through his mulling. “You really weren’t gentle with her, were you?”

Jimmy spun on his heel, giving the newcomer an incredulous look. It was a mechanic, judging from the jumper, though it was red instead of the typical orange, and a black jean vest covered its upper half. Slightly shorter than Jimmy, but his messily swept back hair tried hard to compensate for it. The beginnings of wrinkles under his eyes gave away his greater age, and that the grin reaching ear to ear was probably a permanent fixture.

Most oddly his pupils were the deep red of Mercurian heritage.

He put out his hand, though he didn’t bother to take his eyes off the Birdie. “Name’s Tango. Been told I’m gonna be giving your mobile suit some personal TLC for the next couple weeks.”

Jimmy squinted, calming the bubble of annoyance in his throat as he weakly shook Tango’s hand. “Jimmy.”

Now they were just treating him like a field of glass. That, or this guy was as much stuck with Jimmy as Jimmy was with him.

If he noticed Jimmy’s sudden tension, he didn’t care enough to take his eyes away from his assigned project. Rather, he seemed completely entranced by the busted heap. His grip fell away from Jimmy’s as almost an afterthought. It instead went to brush against the jagged metal of its shell, and dip in over the exposed reactor in its lower chest just below the cockpit. Jimmy winced. He really had been a hair’s breadth from blowing sky high.

“An MSF-71 Birdie, huh?” Tango practically cooed, like the museum piece was the coolest thing in the world. He moved on to its left arm, where the joint had been jammed by a piece of debris from the consulate Jimmy watched go up in flames. “And the frame’s in good shape besides what you’ve done to her. Man, they haven’t built one of these since…”

“The 36 EvO belt wars.” Jimmy supplied. Jimmy remembered seeing them on the news as a child, the complaints. Brand new and already being ditched for newer models of older fighters. They were made to be compact, light, easily transported with minimal fuel and speedy on the battlefield. What they actually were was incredibly prone to being taken out by the slightest bit of damage, and outpaced by sturdier suits with better propulsion systems. Always the first to go down on the battlefield, and the better mobile suits were screwed without their supporting flanks, so dragged their entire battalion with them.

Tango perked up, “Yeah, yeah! Didn’t even know we had any of these left. Oh, man.” He suddenly hauled himself right over the damage, scampering into the cockpit with his tablet. “The shoulder propulsion was removed and never replaced, though. Even if you’re sticking to land, that's a major disadvantage. And the frame’s got serious compatibility issues with these newer 95 mm barragers the EF’s so fond of slapping on everything. I’m surprised it didn’t straight up tear off the forearm.” He leaned back, a bit of awe in his gaze as it finally landed on Jimmy. “Dude, you’re a miracle worker to get this thing back this intact.”

When considering what that entailed that wasn’t all that high a praise, but it was the nicest thing someone had said to him in a while. Jimmy found himself soaking up the small bit of praise. He placed his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest. “Well, I’ve been doing basically nothing but pilot mobile suits for a decade now. I would hope I knew a few tricks.”

That actually sounded a bit pathetic when he said it out loud didn’t it? Tango just nodded excitedly, however, then pulled out his wrench. “Well, then, it’s your lucky day. Cause I’ve been doing basically nothing but repairing them for two. And this machine of yours, I think she’s got another shot if we crack our heads together.” He patted her side for emphasis.

Jimmy learned well, after his first suit went up in literal flames, not to get too attached to any mobile suit assigned to him. It wasn’t as though he had been very involved in the Birdie’s handling until now, either. There was still a part of him that became giddy, excited to see the poor old thing run again. He gave Tango a cautious smile back, holding out a hand to the mechanic to help him back down. “If you think so.”

“Oh, I know so.” Tango said, and Jimmy couldn’t help but believe him.

“Then what do you need me to do?”

“The main hurdle is our budget.” Tango said around a mouth full of burger. He tapped a sharpened nail against the schematics spread across the cafeteria table. “The right leg hydraulics, the main engine, the control system, and two of the thrusters all need full replacement thanks to those beams and the explosion you said you took. They ain’t big boys like some of the other frames, but they’ll need customization to fit such an old model.”

Jimmy nodded along, shoving another fry into his mouth. “And new guns. She needs something lighter on her joints.”

“Yeah, yeah!” Tango tapped away on his tablet. There was a long list of specs from the catalogues they were given to work with. “Normally I’d say ‘well that’s what laser cannons are for!’ But that’s definitely out of our price range. Besides just generally being expensive, I’m not sure your current reactor is strong enough to keep up with their energy needs, so we would have to get a new reactor too.”

Jimmy yanked one of the schematics out from the bottom of the pile. “And the Birdie’s frame is a weird class size for flanking, it’d need a specialty reactor on top of that.”

“Exactly!”

His chest warmed. Each new subject came with more and more bad news, but Jimmy hadn’t felt so hopeful in a long time. He leafed through the stack of dusty folders next to him, searching for the papers necessary to request test field time. A tablet was held out over his food tray, coming dangerously close to his coleslaw. Several potential lighter weight low-kick guns had been bookmarked, but so had some more unconventional weapons including a wire weapon.

“She’s way too crushable and slow for direct melee combat, but I think a loadout like this might make your life exponentially better. A lot of these are going to have serious difficulty jabificating through even mid range armour, but a Birdie ain’t gonna be sent out alone to begin with.” Tango pulled it back slightly, a nervous quirk in his smile. “Though, they’d take some practice and strategy to make it work. You think you could do that?”

Jimmy gave him a thumbs up. “I’ll adapt.”

The cautious smile stretched into something more devious as he leaned in towards Jimmy to whisper. “Then I think I might have a way to shave some costs off our repairs, if you don’t mind a bit of dubious resourcing.”

Jimmy froze with a fry halfway into his mouth. Quickly he glanced around to make sure no one had heard the mechanic. “Tango, I’m on watch-“

“No, no, nothing that bad. I promise.” The blond waved off. “I just own my own scrapyard- well, it was a family ranch, but I had to sell the cattle off when I inherited the thing. Now the fields are full of spare bits and projects. I think I have these parts that just need a little spit and polish. That’ll save us a pretty penny, I reckon. We’ll just have to dig for them is all.”

“Can we do that?” Jimmy asked incredulously. He was pretty sure if a personal collection of mobile suit parts just sitting out in the open on a ranch would get you shot for treason on Pluto.

Tango just winked. “Ren’ll look the other way, and Martyn won’t complain if it means our numbers are lower.”

“Then that’s fine by me.”

“You really came back again, Blue?” A harsh voice cut into the conversation. With a groan Jimmy turned his gaze away from a confused Tango as a gloved hand shoved against the back of his head. “Would you take the hint and kick the bucket already?” The pilot laughed, his two companions following suit.

Jimmy just shrugged. The laughter died, and when they realized they would get no reaction they grumbled and walked off. He waited until they were across the cafeteria before he let out a sigh, shaking his head, and turning back to the schematics. The energy from earlier had drained a bit, but he tried to bring it back with a friendly smile.

Tango still had an eye on the retreating pilots, claw scraping across his screen as his nose scrunched up. “Some people really got a sick sense of humour, huh.”

“You don’t have to pretend not to know.” Jimmy said. Tango flinched. With a sigh, Jimmy shook his head. “Even soldiers from other bases know about the Plutonian deserter who always comes back alone. Always finds the danger and always leaves everyone else to deal with it.”

“It’s only ‘deserter’ to the Plutonians. On this side it’s ‘asylum seeker’.”

“With all due respect and appreciation, I don’t think I’ve met a crewmate who cared for the difference. When your reputation is having no loyalty, it doesn’t much matter what side you’re supposed to be on.”

“Doesn’t exactly do much to inspire loyalty to begin with, does it?” Tango mused, turning his attention to the last bite of his burger. He tapped the screen of his tablet. A feed came up, familiar to Jimmy but from a different angle. There was the Birdie, in formation with another mobile suit, before it split away from him right towards an enemy unit. It was muted, but Jimmy could still hear his own voice warning about a hidden patrol only he had spotted, and the shout he got back for daring to not follow. It would have cut off, just as the head of the suit was dissolved by an unseen laser cannon in the feed.

Jimmy’s stomach twisted at the sight of it occurring a second time. Why’d he have to pause it there? Tango scoffed. “I reviewed the footage during prep, you know. Not a fire alarm’s fault if people ignore it. It’s kinda hard to be a team player when your team is the smug idiots we got around here, who care more about where you came from than the war you’re both supposed to be fighting.”

“Don’t say something like that out loud.”

“But that’s what’s supposed to be so great about Earth, isn’t it?” Sarcasm laced his muffled voice. “S’why my old man came here, at least. ‘Everyone’s welcome, all those other planets are strict and exclusive. Come back to Earth for unending opportunity!’ Then they turn around on you the second you show up, even while you’re giving them your life.”

Jimmy had heard that all before from other immigrants. Not before he came here, as he did so with the official and doomed mission to break through the impenetrable Karman Defense as an enemy soldier, but he had heard their whispers after. The harsh line between the preached dream and enacted reality. It made no difference to Jimmy – It wasn’t Pluto and that’s all that really mattered – but he did empathize with those tricked into believing they would be more warmly welcomed.

“So, you’re second generation?” He asked, trying to steer the conversation back to something more appropriate, less likely to get them court martialled.

“No, but I was so young I might as well be.” Tango shrugged, the grin returning to him. “You know, it’s a bit chilly but there’s actual real food and jobs, so here I am.”

“Chi- This planet is absolutely boiling!” Jimmy melted against the table with whine. Tango cackled and reached over to muse his hair.

“We need to stick you in the cooler.”

“Genuinely, that sounds wonderful about now.” He admitted. “You deal with this summer thing every year?”

“Only in the temperate zones. Head south and you can experience it year-round on the equator.”

“I think not!”

They both laughed, and while it never returned to the high energy of before, the atmosphere slowly warmed again. Soon they were once more engrossed into plans for the Birdie. By the end of the day they had high hopes and a door-stopping stack of papers to drop on Martyn’s desk. But they didn’t separate yet.

Outside of official work hours Tango dragged him off to discuss the grey area that was the parts in his scrapyard, and to spitball modifications that they most certainly would not get away with. It was quickly apparent that, unlike Jimmy, Tango was exactly where he wanted to be as far as dream jobs went. The man was a bonafide mobile suit nerd, and though Jimmy knew his stuff Tango quickly delved into things far outside Jimmy’s pay grade.

The way he talked… Jimmy could tell he put it out of his mind what they were being used for and more so how they did it. Maybe not naïve or ignorant, but certainly not fully reconciled on the fact that his passion was war machines.

“Well, there’s plenty that are for construction and transportation…”

“But?”

“I mean, you’re not allowed to give a construction mobile suit an arm mounted laser.”

Yeah, he was certainly a little ridiculous. He was so excited to be given the clearance to do pretty much anything he wanted to Jimmy’s Birdie, though. The cogs of his brain were running faster than even his mouth could keep up with. So, Jimmy tried his best to keep up, listen to him ramble while he gently reminded him that even if you could get it to work, a cannon like that was very much illegal across the entire solar system .

“But think of how cool it would be! And I got it all worked out on how to get over the reactor hard cap-“

Jimmy let out a disbelieving laugh.

Part of Jimmy wanted to put a clock or something in front of Tango, see if he pulled it apart instinctively. Like some species of mechanic creature.

The two hardly noticed until both were being screamed at by superiors that their conversation carried them long past curfew. If Jimmy was honest, it was the first time he almost felt welcome on Earth, like he was more than not-even-tolerated. If at the end of these next few weeks they failed and Jimmy was given the boot, at least he would have one fond memory of the horrid base.

Martyn handed back Tango’s tablet with a shake of his head. “I’m sorry, guys, but I just can’t get this approved. I even pulled in a favour to get the price down, but they said there’s no way they would okay this engine for a beat-up relic.”

“They’re the ones that wanted the thing repaired in the first place!” Tango growled, glaring down at the rejection notice.

Jimmy clasped his hands together. “Martyn please. We’re so close to done and there’s only a few days left.”

“Even if I did pull off the miracle of the century and, like, saved the entire review board’s families from a burning roller coaster or something to magically get them on my side, there’s not way we could get it made and shipped here on time anyways.” He gave a sigh and shrug before he returned to his desk. “I got you so much. Your weird tripwire thingamajig – and dear lord Tango I don’t know what crypt you raided to even find that catalogue, do you know what a wild goose chase it was just to find the company that made it? But there really is no more I can do. You’re well out of luck and credit at this point. I’m not even sure if you could get a bottom-line engine, in fact. I really am sorry, but you’ll have to find another solution.”

Jimmy’s heart sank.

“… Okay.” Tango said.

Both other men turned to him, eyebrows raised. “What.” Jimmy asked flatly.

“Okay.” Tango repeated, hands up in surrender before one hooked around Jimmy’s elbow. “We get it, you won. We’ll rub our noggins together and think of something else to get her up and running. Sorry for bothering you.”

Martyn had never looked more suspicious but nodded anyways. The two men left the accountant’s office and back out towards the hangars.

“Is that really it?” Jimmy asked desperately. In the last two weeks they had done so much work on his Birdie. Literal blood, tears, and sweat were spent to get her to the point she was now at. “What are we going to do?”

“Calm down, bird boy.” Tango patted his arm, leaning into him. “I got a plan.”

“A plan?” It was then Jimmy realized they were not heading towards the mobile suit hangar at all, but towards the trucks. He gave Tango a wary side eye. “What are you planning?”

“We’re taking a little trip to town.” Was all Tango said. Soon enough they were in the biggest truck they could get approved for use and being waved through the checkpoint. Jimmy fiddled nervously with the buttons of his uniform, eyes darting about for any sign they had been followed. Tango? Tango was as cool as a cucumber, humming along to the radio as he slipped on the bright red glasses he always wore off-base. Where he kept them Jimmy had yet to figure out. The song slowly died out and gave way to the news.

“Reports have revealed that the rogue freighter that passed the Lunar Sanctuary last week is housing over two hundred Plutonian refugees and is now currently en route to Earth. Sanctuary has turned them away due to overcrowding and famine amongst their own citizens.”

“Bunch of bleeding hearts up there, they don’t even have space anymore.” Tango joked. “They’re just going to find the other end of the same war if they drop here, though.”

Jimmy nodded mindlessly, watching the farmlands. “Cow.” He muttered mostly to himself as they past a field of black and white dairy cattle.

“President Xisuma has had calls from both sides arguing whether to grant the large group their asylum request. Individuals close to the president, however, report that he is leaning towards approval. The president’s opposition have started to call him out, “President Xisuma’s approved six other groups from Pluto in as many months.” Says one party leader. “He seems determined to let anyone bypass our immigration process entirely if they show up with no shoes and a sob story. By the end of the year Pluto won’t even have to invade, their whole population will be on Earth and aiding the rebels to overthrow the EF.” Mobile suits posted on the Karman Defense are already mobilizing to intercept days before their arrival.”

Tango shook his head. “As on top of things as ever up there.”

“Hard to hide in open space.” Jimmy pointed out. He put his elbow up on the window, palming his chin. “There’s a reason it’s impenetrable despite how thin they’re spread.”

“So how did you get through?” The red glasses fell down Tango’s nose as he tilted his head. “I woulda thought it was shoot on sight for an enemy mobile suit.”

Jimmy felt a shudder down his spine. “It was.” The days Jimmy spent begging for mercy were not memories he enjoyed recalling. He was glad they had not invaded his dreams much, drowned out by other memories not as dramatic but worse in their own ways. “I’m not entirely sure how I managed, to be honest. Dumb luck I survived long enough to get a word in on a good day I suppose. My suit certainly didn’t.” He blinked out at the field where a gangly roan creature pranced along the fence. “Horse…”

A hand came up to his shoulder and rubbed comfortingly. “You must love piloting to go through the trouble of becoming one again after all that.”

Jimmy shook his head. “Not really. But it’s all I’m good at. Well, I thought I was.”

“Hey, planet-side warfare’s nothing like space warfare. I mean neither are good, and I’ve never been in either, but you have to be decent for Pluto to send you all the way to Earth to try and break through the KD.”

A snort escaped Jimmy. He wished it was that cool. “No one else wanted to go on a suicide mission. I’m just the sucker who volunteered… cows.” They were brown this time. Beef cattle. They were almost there.

“We’re here.” The truck pulled up to a gated dirt road. Trees lined the perimeter but far down the path Jimmy could already see the ruddy roof of an old farmhouse. Still, the driveway was long, through acres and acres of overgrown fields, dotted with masses. Some had tarps thrown over them, but other heaps we exposed to the elements, rust creeping into their metal. Jimmy had come here with Tango a few times in the past weeks for some spare parts. His nerves returned, as they pulled to a stop and hopped out. Those were all small bits and bobs, not a full engine.

Tango rambled aloud as he went towards the old red bar. “I thiiink I got something similar to what we wanted out in the north field, but if that doesn’t work I know for a fact there’s another engine just out back. It’d need a lot of modifications to work, though, so I wanna check for the other one first.”

Jimmy helped push the doors wide open and hook up a trailer to an old green tractor. Tango was happy to throw the keys to him and sit on the back, directing him towards their quarry with one arm while the other was slung over the back of the seat.

It was one of his big finds. The entire upper half of a mobile suit was on top of several plastic tarps with several more nailed down over top. It didn’t stop rainwater from pooling under completely, but it went a long way to preserving the important parts. An hour later they had it cracked open and the engine hauled up with pulleys and make-shift cranes.

“This is definitely it. Look at that, those are the exact cylinders on the one we were gonna buy!” Tango squealed, patting the piece of machinery like it was a good dog. Jimmy chuckled to himself as he watched, listened to the engineer part of Tango’s brain take over control of his mouth. Two more hours later the engine was confirmed okay, wrapped up, hauled back to the house, and set inside the truck.

Jimmy relaxed into the rocking chair on Tango’s porch, gazing out at the mess of a ranch fondly. It almost looked like the various vehicles were their own sort of creature being grazed in the fields. Even overgrown the land had its charm. Certainly green grass and bushy oaks were a far cry from the cold landscapes of Pluto.

The porch door was thrown open, Tango shimmying through with a big grin, a bigger platter, and a pitcher of ice-tea. “Afraid I don’t have much in the fridge, so I hope you don’t mind frozen wings.”

“Not at all.” Jimmy replied, clearing some of the tools they’d left out on the table to give the blond room to place his haul. He’d changed fully now, into an oversized red sweater with a fire hazard symbol across the front – a prized possession, Jimmy had learned – paired with well-worn grey jeans and old runners. All of Jimmy’s casual clothing was back at the barracks, but he’d relieved himself of the stuffy uniform coat and heavy boots for a loaned pair of outdoor slippers.

Tango collapsed into the other rocking chair while Jimmy poured the drinks. The engineer took a glance at the glasses and smirked, reaching behind him to pull out a half-empty bottle of rum. “Care for a kick?”

Jimmy raised his eyebrow, lip twisting disapprovingly, before he readily held out his glass across the table to let Tango pour as much as he liked into the drink. Probably a mistake. He got a chuckle, and far more alcohol than he really bargained for. Hopefully it would be out of his system before they returned…

“I gotta say.” Tango sighed, settling into his chair for good now. “Whenever I’m out here, I think I get it.”

“Get what?” Jimmy mumbled past a cautious sip. He jerked back slightly. Definitely way too strong.

A hand gestured out towards the ranch, glowing in the evening sun. “Why everyone is always trying to come to Earth. Out here where there’s no one to bother you, it's beautiful. There’s so much space, so many colours, so much time. Never really appreciated it much as a kid.”

Jimmy smiled. “Yeah.” His eyes fell closed as a comfortable silence fell over the pair for once. The smell of mediocre food and too much rum mingled with the distant rustle of leaves and crickets. And he wondered how he ever managed without this, ever thought the hangar was a refuge from the world when this existed only a few miles down the road…

He wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that. The wings were gone, thankfully taking the brunt of the rum. The sky had turned red before he had even noticed. He sat up with a groan, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. “We need to get back soon.”

“Hey, Jimmy?”

“Yeah?” Where had he put his boots?

“Why do you pilot?”

He paused, turning back to Tango who was staring at him from his chair. His arms were folded behind his head, glasses perched precariously on his nose, but his gaze carried an intensity greater than Jimmy had ever seen in their brief time together.

He looked away. “It’s all I know how to do. I don’t have any other skills. So I do this.”

“Liar.”

“Wha-” Jimmy spun back around incredulously. “What’d you say?”

Tango’s glare felt like it was looking right into his soul. “Liar. I’ve seen all sorts of pilots in my time, Jimbo. People who do it for the paycheck, creeps who just want the means to kill. I’ve seen the strangest pilots around, but you… I’ve seen how you are around that Birdie. Like you’re asking something from it. You aren’t some nine-to-fiver about it. You know so much about mobile suits-“

“Not as much as you.”

“But more than most, more than even other pilots!” Tango insisted. “More than you just pick up from work. Be honest, why do you do it? Why did you take up piloting in the first place?”

Jimmy sucked in a breath. Did he know how painful the memories he was asking Jimmy to recall were? Why did he need to know to begin with? The air was cooling rapidly with the setting sun. Tango patiently waited, no intent to let the question go.

Stupid words he should have never said echoed in the back of his mind. If I don’t do something, nothing will change.

With a shaky voice and glazed eyes, Jimmy replied. “I wanted… There was someone- people, that I wanted to help.”

“And piloting a mobile suit was how you decided to help?” Tango’s voice had gone almost giddy, leaning forward in his rocking chair.

Jimmy reluctantly nodded. His fists clenched tightly against his shirt. “No one else would.”

Tango stared for another long moment. Then, a grin broke across his face. He reached over and grabbed Jimmy’s nearest hand before bringing it up close to his mouth like he could whisper a secret into it. “… There’s something special I want to ask.”

Jimmy hesitated, but eventually he gave his mechanic a consenting grunt.

“Have you ever heard of a gundam frame?”

Tango punched in a code onto the lock of an iron vault-like door. It whirled to life, slowly easing itself open. Jimmy could still hear the blood pumping through his ears overtop of it. On the other side was a black, echoing void. Tango took one more assuring glance behind him to Jimmy then walked straight into the darkness. Jimmy’s legs shook, but he forced himself forward.

Just as he entered the void there was the sound of a heavy switch being flipped, and light blindingly filled the room. Jimmy had to squint, hand raised to block out the harsh fluorescent lights until he could get his bearings. He could hear Tango fast walk past him, the steps echoing infinitely into what must have been an enormous room.

When he finally dropped his hand the first thing he was greeted with was an enormous metal face. Jimmy felt himself stop breathing. A mobile suit, but not just any. It stood eighteen meters tall, a whole third taller than the Birdie, and most of it an unpainted grey, though Jimmy could see chips of yellow and blue left here and there. Its face was strikingly human compared to most other frames, looking much like a pilot wearing a mask itself, except for a sharp protrusion along its brow. It was too pointed to resemble the bill of a helmet, more like the beak of a bird, and in some small way reminded him of the Birdie’s profile. Despite that, it was otherwise unlike any mobile suit Jimmy had ever seen.

In front of them was a gundam.

… And it was encased in a giant bunker under Tango’s farmhouse.

Jimmy jerked his head towards the mechanic, who was messing with a control panel to bring everything to life. Looking around, the bunker lacked much of the professional equipment of the base, and even the mobile suit station looked almost cobbled. The corners were filled with more spare parts like the fields above, gutted and cannibalized and left under tossed-over tarps to wait for further disassembling. While the gundam itself was clearly old, its various parts were a mix of ages.

“Have you…” Jimmy swallowed. “Have you been repairing it?”

An enormous mischievous smirk stretched across Tango’s face. “Me, and my old man before me.” His hand found Jimmy’s shoulder as he approached the consoles, holding the stunned pilot stable, and gazed affectionately up at the mobile suit. They found themselves in a lift, slowly raising them up to its chest. “He came here two years before us to prepare the farm. While he was digging he found something peculiar. It took most of my childhood for us to dig this out. Lot grander father-son project than some old car, eh?”

“I’ll say.” Jimmy’s voice came out breathy and shaking. His hand brushed against its body as they came to a stop, to see if it was truly real. It suddenly jerked into motion, chest pulling open until its cockpit was fully revealed.

Tango took Jimmy’s hand and gently guided him inside the frame. “You thought your Birdie was old? This baby’s straight out of the Three-Year War!” He spoke fast, giddy as a kid in a candy store. “It’s almost fully functional, too, with all the repairs me and pa did. The only problem is… Well…”

Tango nudged his head towards the main console, guiding Jimmy’s hand towards it. Confused and more than a bit terrified, Jimmy’s hand hesitantly grazed across the dusty screen. It suddenly illuminated, and like a chain reaction so did the rest of the cockpit. The buzz of its reactor surged down Jimmy’s spine. Beneath his fingertips displayed a start up screen, system information pouring in too fast for Jimmy to read, except one piece. A name.

“XXS Gundam…” He muttered as it appeared. “Alpha-13… Canary?”

His hand pulled away as he looked to Tango for answers. The mechanic stared down at the console with breathless awe, before that same look was turned on Jimmy.

The pilot jumped at the elated shriek that escaped Tango as he wrapped an arm around Jimmy’s shoulder. “Look at that! She likes you! You really got her to respond!”

“Wh- What?”

“All this time neither me nor my pa could get her to wake up, but I knew it. I knew she’d like you! Canary, huh? I don’t think I’ve heard-”

“What are you talking about?” Jimmy squeaked. “What do you mean she likes me?”

Tango finally paused, though he could not wipe the smile off his face. “Have you ever heard of ‘the ghost in the machine’?”

Jimmy hesitated, then nodded. “I… Think so?”

“They say there’s one in every gundam frame, that they have a mind of their own. Not just anyone can pilot a gundam, only someone they choose. I know, I know! It sounds like superstitious mumbo jumbo, but we tried over and over to get her to respond to us. We never got nothing! But now- Jimmy.” Tango’s eyes widened once again in awe. “You got her to wake up. She likes you .”

Jimmy had no idea what to do with that information.

“So what now?”

They’d switched back into their proper uniforms, finished tying down the engine to the truck, and started back towards the base.

“What do you mean?” Tango asked, a chipperness to his voice that told Jimmy he knew exactly what the pilot meant.

Jimmy pouted. “Tango, you have the Mona Lisa of war machines in your basement and according to you it apparently ‘likes me’. What does that mean, what do we do? Are you going to tell the base? How illegal is it?”

“Shoot, that might be a good point.” He said, still in that tone. He didn’t elaborate.

Jimmy puffed up his cheeks. “A good point! You’re bloody right it’s a good point! So what do we do now?”

Tango hummed, making a show of tapping his chin. “Right now? Head back to base and get some shut eye. We gotta install this engine into your Birdie tomorrow morning, after all.”

“Tango-”

“It’s all fine, Jimmy!” He grinned. “We’ll come back out and do some more tests once you got your job secure.”

“More tests? On our own?”

“If we tell them about Canary right now then they’ll stompy-stompy their way in and take her away. Then neither of us will see her again. You really want that?”

“Tango I can’t pilot a gundam, I’m about to lose my ability to pilot at all.”

“You really gonna let someone else pilot your gundam?”

“It’s not mine , and you said it can choose a pilot for itself.”

“Well I chose you, and she agreed. So that’s that. I ain’t letting no one else pilot her.”

Jimmy wanted to argue but it died in his throat, unsure what he could possibly say. He leaned back in his seat instead and let out a deep sigh. “You’re something else, Tango.”

A maniacal giggle escaped the engineer. Jimmy couldn’t help but smile.

Martyn turned off his tablet. “Your machine’s been approved for duty.”

Jimmy and Tango cheered and high fived, a display that got them an eye roll from Martyn. Ren leaned over his desk with a chuckle. “Congratulations, my dudes. You're back in service! I’ll get you scheduled for a few tests and local missions as soon as possible.”

“Thanks, Ren.” Jimmy said as sincerely as he could. “We really appreciate everything you’ve done for us.”

The director just waved it off, but Martyn raised an eyebrow. The two higher-ups exchanged a glance before Ren spoke up. “Actually, there was one more thing. A caveat of sorts.”

“This is still your last mobile suit.” Martyn continued for him. “If you bust this one up you’ll be put on standby again until it’s repaired, or let go. We would prefer you to exercise more caution than you have been, regardless, but understand that your situation is still precarious, Jim.”

“I… understand.” Jimmy bowed slightly. “I’ll do my best to be careful.”

Martyn snorted, shaking his head. “Well, now, we can’t exactly trust that after your track record, now can we, Ren?”

“No.” Ren propped his chin up on his hands with a smirk. “No, we most certainly cannot, Martyn.”

Jimmy swallowed hard, a stone weighing down his gut. “What-”

“So, Tango.” Ren didn’t let him speak. All eyes turned to the mechanic, who flinched at suddenly being the centre of attention. He dumbly pointed to himself, to which Ren nodded. “Since you did so well once already, we’ve decided to permanently assign you to the upkeep of Jimmy’s Birdie.”

“Lord knows the poor thing’ll need it.” Martyn muttered.

Tango blinked, then blinked again, then turned to Jimmy who was just as shocked. The taller shuffled his feet nervously and stuck out his hand with a small smile. “Um, well, if you’re okay with it, I’d certainly love to keep working on her with you.”

Tango grabbed his hand with a bit too much force and shook it enthusiastically. “I’ll absolutely be your mechanic, of course!”

Ren clapped. “That’s great! Cause you didn’t actually have a choice. We’ve already done all the paperwork, you see. So, it’d be a real bummer if not.”

“Jumped the gun a bit on that one.”

The four men all had a laugh before Ren started going into what it all entailed. Jimmy couldn’t quite fully listen. His chest swelled with warmth, mind buzzing with excitement. For once he felt almost eager to get back on the field, to put what they had made to the test. He snuck a glance to Tango, who gave him a thumbs up and huge grin- he was just as excited. And for a brief moment Jimmy thought perhaps things were finally looking up, that maybe he could not only survive, but thrive.

Jimmy leaned back in his Birdie’s seat, taking in a deep, calming breath.

“Excited?”

He let out a squawk at the voice almost right in his ear. “You trying to scare the life out of me?”

Tango quirked an apologetic grin for only a half second before shoving his tablet in Jimmy’s face. “Ran a few extra tests and compared them to the last week’s worth of missions, since you got here so early. She’s all ready to go.” His head tilted in amusement. “Must be nice to finally get off-base with her again.”

“It’s just a patrol.” Jimmy insisted, though his fingers vibrated with too much energy.

“You probably like those, though, right?”

“… It is better than just glorified tests.”

They both let out a small laugh. Tango reached over and ruffled his hair, patted the side of the cockpit, then pushed off to climb back down and start up the launch. They exchanged a thumbs up, everything ready on both ends, and the machine whirled to life around Jimmy.

The seal closed. Screens lit up at the same moment, allowing Jimmy to see out at all angles. Each system slowly came online while he adjusted their settings and conditions. Finally, he slipped on his helmet – a far cry from procedure for space flight where he would be yelled at for not already dawning the obnoxious thing by the time he reached his mobile suit. Really, on land he didn’t need it at all, but it was a comfort.

As soon as he did Tango’s voice, distorted by the crackle of radio waves, once again filled his ears. “Hey, by the way.” Jimmy could hear his grin. “Got the whole long weekend off. Mercurian holiday. When you’re done with your patrol you should come out to the ranch and celebrate with me.”

More Tango code for ‘let me talk your ear off about gundams as I try to convince you to crawl into one’ . There hadn’t been a day in the last week he didn’t ask, with varying subtlety. Jimmy shook his head, huffing into his mic. It swiftly transformed into a proper frown as a thought occurred to him. “Hang on, why’re you still here this morning, then?”

“I wasn’t gonna miss my little buddy’s first real mission launch!” He replied incredulously.

Jimmy rolled his eyes. Of course. “Yep, my very first mission in ten whole years.”

“Ahahaha. Get out of here. And bring both of you home intact this time, why don’tcha?”

“Yes, dear.” Jimmy said with a snicker. “See ya.”

The comm clicked off, replaced by a robotic voice that matched to the text on a side screen narrating each step of the launch. Birdie rattled beneath him as it was moved into place. Hangar doors opened, the path was cleared out, and the clasps that kept his Birdie in place released. Jimmy pushed forward slowly, making sure all systems were warmed up.

Across the runway two mobile weapons and a suit, a Gorgon II Custom, waited already. Three connections linked to his Birdie.

“Took you long enough!” Cleo said, the Gorgon’s signal lighting up. “I was about to break out some tea.”

“Tea sounds lovely right now, actually, and I’m pretty sure you’re here early.” Jimmy replied. “But sorry.”

She turned her Gorgon around and started up propulsion towards the north Gate. “Just don’t fall behind on the patrol or I’ll ditch all of you.”

“Sure thing.” His face pulled into a frown. He’d almost forgotten.

“Then let’s get this over with, babysitting you is way too beneath my pay grade.” Was the last thing she said before she rocketed off.

One of the mobile weapons Jimmy wasn’t familiar with snickered through the comms. “She’s just salty about her punishment.”

“Maybe she should have thought of that before she went totally berserk in Hermiton.”

Jimmy shuddered. The images past around of the incident were damning, even if he never quite got the details. He’d not worked with her much at all in the year he had been on earth, but he heard things. One of the EF’s current longest lasting pilots, a talented one at that, able to pilot anything given to her, who nevertheless somehow had a combat streak about as victorious as Jimmy’s own.

Until Hermiton, that was. More than a little hesitantly, he followed after the Gorgon.

A half hour later they reached the border and began their patrol proper. Jimmy flipped on the autopilot, linking onto Cleo to test if it was functional again. In the meantime, he pulled up their route on his main screen. They’d be back by 10:00 if they did as they should. A smile crept onto Jimmy’s face as he examined the last leg of the route. They’d be close enough to Tango’s ranch that Jimmy might even be able to see it. Maybe he could take a picture for the mechanic. Knowing him he already knew they were coming and had his own camera set up. They could exchange them once Jimmy went home.

“Eyes open, Blue.” Cleo said. “You’re drifting.”

“Sorry.” He quickly snapped autopilot off again and flipped his cameras out fully. As soon as he did so the detection systems pinged. Up in the skies something descended from space. Zooming in, it was a long cargo ship. He nearly bit his tongue. Jimmy didn’t need the ID tags to recognize a Plutonian craft. “South-East, in the stratosphere, there’s a Plutonian ship.” He called.

There was a brief silence as the other three searched. “Oh, that?” Cleo replied. “Didn’t you hear the news? Those Plutonian refugees are touching down today. They must have just descended through the KD.”

“Look at that, Blue. Soon we’ll have a whole troupe of runaways for you to cry with.” The first mobile weapon sneered. Jimmy tightened his grip on his controls, keeping his lips sealed as they continued on.

An annoyed grunt escaped Cleo. “Focus on the mission!”

“Relax, Cleo, it’s just a patrol.”

“I don’t care if it’s wiping your arse. You will concentrate on the mission or get left behind.”

Jimmy, lowered their volume, focused on the descending ship instead. It was shockingly close. He was vaguely aware of the spaceport it must be landing at. No one had mentioned to him that they would be touching down in the vicinity, though. As rudely as it was said, there was a small part of Jimmy that warmed at the thought of more Plutonians being nearby, at least for a while. Maybe he could go and ask…

“Blue!” Cleo’s shout broke through his mulling. “You’re drifting again!”

“Sorry.” He squeaked and turned his attention back to the route.

Then the screen went white. Jimmy blinked, got as far as opening his mouth to alert Cleo before the ground began to rumble. His Birdie shook, then nearly toppled over as a blast punched into the patrol. His head smacked into the side of his chair, and the rumble of the metal machine drown out the mobile weapon pilots’ shouts. Two more barrages hit one after another, until Jimmy’s whole body felt scrambled.

Everything slowly settled around them, more voices joining in on the shouting both from their squad and base. Jimmy reoriented himself and his cameras. There, on the horizon they were just gazing at, were three enormous plumes of smoke. His comm squealed painfully, forcing his attention on readjusting it.

“-spaceport, reroute immediately!” An operator shouted.

“On it!” He heard Cleo say back, already turning. Jimmy and the mobile weapons followed soon after. The plumes expanded as they approached, smaller explosions joining in. Across the tarmac was the scattered remains of the ship, the station behind it completely crumbled. Staff and refugees alike darted around, confused and scared. Some other mobile weapons were already there, firing in on the ship. Out from within its haul rolled out mobile weapons of their own, far more familiar to Jimmy, and began to fire back. Stray beams and bullets were going everywhere, unsure who was enemy in the maze of smoke and panic.

Part of the ship where a dozen refugees hid lilted forward. A sickening series of metallic pops filled the air. Jimmy darted his Birdie forward, propelling its foot into a spin to slide around the screaming group and stretched her arms out wide. The wall finally collapsed, smashing into Birdie’s back. Jimmy was jerked forward in his seat, and he could hear the poor mobile suit’s brand-new light armor crunch under the wall’s weight.

There was no time to worry about that, though. He flipped on his speakers and shouted, “Evacuate the premises, now!” The terrified group hesitated at first, but two soon took charge and the rest followed them like a herd to the edge of the tarmac where others were gathering.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Shouted Cleo as she rolled the Gorgon up beside him and lifted the wall with ease. “You’re supposed to be my flanker, don’t rush in!”

Jimmy grunted, pushing his Birdie to stand back up and regain his bearings through the sirens now blaring across his console. “You wouldn’t have made it in time.” He muttered.

“Yeah, and I wouldn’t have tried. Look at you!”

Taking in his alerts for the first time, she was right. Though not a large barrage, his Birdie had taken fire pushing into what was now clearly becoming enemy lines that they were now both deep within. Gorgon had also taken damage, more hits but far fewer penetrating its heavy armor and shield.

“Sorry…”

“Stop apologizing and start doing your job right!”

“Cleo look- AUGH!”

The comm fuzzed out just as an explosion burst behind them. Both mobile suits twisted towards the wreckage. Jimmy sucked in a breath at the sight of the mobile weapon, an axe splitting the machine open like a log. Fire and choking smoke flared out from the fatal wound, only a small puddle on the concrete below giving any closure to the status of the pilot within.

A heavy mechanical foot slammed down into the destroyed mobile weapon from beyond the smoke, the axe wrenching up and out to swing high before it slowly descended onto the shoulder of a silhouetted figure. Slowly it pushed forward until the red face of a mobile suit emerged fully.

Through the static on the comm was a pitched voice, distorted and cold. “-im-y?”

Jimmy’s blood ran cold.

No…

“Enemy mobile suit on the ground!” Cleo boomed, raising the Gorgon’s shield and laser gun. “All units mobilize immediately. Surround it. Jimmy, flank to my left!”

Jimmy sputtered, “Wait- Cleo!”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, if you won’t do your job then get out of my way!” She raced towards the enemy suit.

Jimmy lurched after her, “Cleo, that’s not a normal mobile suit, that’s-“

It was too late. Gorgon fired her laser gun on what would have been a point-blank shot. But in the time it took her to press down on the trigger the enemy suit was gone – beside her with its axe raised. In one swift motion the axe tore down on its target, and the Gorgon’s head split from its body.

The world seemed to quiet down to only the blood pumping in Jimmy’s ears. His hand shook, staring hopelessly at the scene as Gorgon’s body slowly slumped to the earth, unresponsive. He could see the comm connections going wild out of the corner of his eye, but the only words that managed to penetrate through the hazy cloud in his mind were the ones he was too slow to speak

“-dam planetside! I repeat, the enemy Plutonians have released a gundam!”

Then, his console was bathed in red. An unknown connection rang once, twice, and then opened – at first he thought on its own before he realized his hand hovered over the accept button. There, within the suffocating confines of his cockpit, he came face to face with a smiling face, framed by long brown locks, and a scar running down one of two soul-piercing eyes.

Her smile widened into a grin. “Well would you look at that. It really is you, Jimmy!”

“Pearl…” He was barely able to stutter out. He thought his heart might beat straight out of his chest. “What- What are you- How did you get through-”

“Sorry to interrupt you, buddy.” Her voice was ever chipper but echoed with a familiar void. “But I’m on a very important mission right now.”

“You-”

“Although…” The grin on her face twisted. “I bet if I brought news of you being alive back, I’ll get quite a reward. Or maybe-”

“Die!”

Jimmy had no time to even take note of the second mobile weapon racing forward, firing its cannon towards Pearl. In that span she had already yanked the arm off of Gorgon which still clutched its shield and blocked the beam before her axe was flung into the mobile weapon. It hit the reactor, and the entire unit burst. Through the video feed Pearl had hardly taken her eyes off Jimmy, still staring through him with a terrifying sparkle in her gaze.

“Maybe I’ll just bring you back myself.”

He didn’t stop to think. Birdie’s controls were yanked back until the machine spun completely around, and he bolted. At top speed he went straight off the spaceport and out into the open fields. He could hear his allies screaming at him and Pearl letting out a whine, but he shut down all current comm connections and just ran. Whether it proved them right, whether they resented him, he couldn’t care about anything other than getting away.

Sensors blared at him, telling him everything he already knew- That several parts were damaged to a dangerous degree, that his reactor was wearing thin, that there was an unknown target giving chase -

Jimmy kept running.

He was so focused on running he barely noticed which direction he had gone in, nor did he notice the incoming connection until it actually opened on its own this time. Suddenly, Tango’s face, of all faces, was plastered over his console, eyebrows knit in a hard look. “Jimmy?”

Jimmy blinked in shock. “Tango? Wha-“

“I saw what happened. You’re heading south-east, right?”

A glance at his navigation board confirmed the mechanic right. South-east. South-east? That was towards…

“Meet me at the ranch.” Tango nodded.

“I can’t go there, she’s-”

“You have a three-minute head start on her. She stopped to fight the rest of the mobile weapons at the spaceport and was communicating with an off-planet signal. You’ll be here long before her if you keep going at your speed.”

The other mobile weapons…

Jimmy’s eyes went wide. He felt bile at the back of his throat. There were other mobile weapons – there were civilians! – and he’d ran away. Ran away with the only mobile suit. His words came out strangled, “Tango, I-”

“Don’t think about it right now!” He quickly interrupted with a shake of his head. “Just get here! I’ll have everything ready by then.”

“Everything? What everything?”

“You’re gonna get back in there on a level playing field.” Was the last thing he said before the comm died. There was only one way for Jimmy to interpret that. With a shaky breath he pressed onwards towards the ranch.

His Birdie barely made it into the yard. When he forced open its cockpit and practically fell to the ground in exhaustion Tango was already there, waiting, and caught him before he face planted into the dirt. “Hey! Are you okay?” He squeaked in a panic. Jimmy’s helmet was yanked off.

Part of Jimmy was so relieved to know that the mechanic was also terrified of his state that he let out a chuckle into Tango’s shoulder. “Yeah, I don’t think I have much more in me.”

“Well, find your second wind! If we don’t stop her who knows what’ll happen.”

Tango began to drag him towards the side of the house where the hatch to the underground bunker was hidden. Despite the battle Jimmy just escaped and the looming threat of it chasing him, the ranch was as peaceful as ever. He smiled. “I’m sorry…”

“Huh?” Tango’s head twisted to look at Jimmy, not stopping his speed walk. “What for?”

“I said I’d bring Birdie back home intact.”

He snorted. “Well when you left I didn’t think you would be fighting a gundam with her-”

“Owl.” Jimmy explained. “Gundam Owl. She’s- It’s one of Pluto’s greatest weapons. It’s singlehandedly how they kept the Martians from invading Io. Only Pluto’s top pilot is paired with her.” He let out a shudder, trying to block out more memories than were needed to explain to Tango exactly how screwed they were. “And that’s Pearl.”

“Do you know her?”

“It’s hard to not know her if you’re a pilot.”

Tango didn’t look convinced but nodded anyways and focused on leading the way. “Here we are.”

Canary was fully stood, its limbs secured into the launch belt surrounding it. Tango rushed over to the launch console to disconnect the last of the wires and tubes still feeding the thing. Jimmy would have to remember to interrogate Tango later on exactly how much equipment he’d managed to ‘scrap’. For now he stared down the gundam, unable to step up into the loading platform.

Tango had just finished his preparations when he noticed. “Jimmy.”

“It’s not going to work, Tango.” He muttered. The mechanic’s hand found its way to his shoulder in comfort, and Jimmy had to choke back a small breakdown. “I’m not joking about Pearl or Owl. They’ve never lost a fight. She got through the Karman Defence! I’m just a mediocre pilot who can’t even keep a machine intact. A coward who runs away while everyone else dies. Hopping into a gundam isn’t going to change that!”

“Jimmy, look at me.” His face was suddenly yanked down, his forehead bumping a little too roughly with Tango’s as he brought them eye to eye. Jimmy looked as asked, and he saw what he’d seen so far; Tango’s brow was pulled down, eyes energized, and jaw held stiff with some sort of determination. But there was something else there. His lip almost imperceptibly quivered, his eyes were wide and reddened in the corners, and he was breathing far too harshly through his nose. Even his hands that held tight to the side of Jimmy’s head had a vibration in the tips of his fingers.

Fear. Tango was scared.

“I know it’s a slim chance, I know it’s dangerous.” Tango said, and now Jimmy could recognize the slight stutter. “But nobody else is here to help. If we don’t try to do something, nothing will change.”

Jimmy felt his heart stop and start, any reply he had dying immediately. A shaky, calming breath escaped him, and he nodded ever so slightly, the motion rubbing their foreheads together once more. “Alright. I’ll try.”

Tango’s scowl turned up into a grin. “Yeah, we’ll try.” And then he yanked Jimmy onto the loading bay.

It took Jimmy a second to process that Tango was still there as they rose up to Canary’s level. “ We ?” He pipped.

The cockpit opened up, and Tango handed him his helmet. He pushed him into the seat before hopping back into the small space beside the chair he had stood on the first day he showed Jimmy the Canary. “Well, I figure I’m the one who’s been tinkering with her for the last three decades, I know more about how she works than you do.”

Jimmy whipped his head around, trying to take in both Tango’s words and the systems that were rapidly starting up. “But you could die!”

“So could you. We might all die if we don’t stop her.”

Tango’s hand was once again on Jimmy’s shoulder, and somehow it felt oddly centering. He was able to take a deep breath and slowly figure out what was in front of him while Tango continued to speak almost right into his ear. “We can still run away, if you want to.”

Canary’s screen filled the cockpit with a bright blue light. The enemy knew they were here now. He shook his head. “No.”

There was a brief pause, during which the alert system flared to life, informing them that Pearl was thirty seconds away. “Jimmy, why did you become a pilot?”

“I wanted to help people.”

“It’s the same for me, but for you.” Tango leaned forward, a strained smile on his face. “It’s what a mechanic is for. I know you can do it, Jimmy. I’ll be right here to make sure you do. We can run, but I know you’ll hate yourself if you do. But whatever you choose to do, I’ll be right here either way. I’ll help you.”

Sonar pinged Pearl almost right on top of them.

Jimmy felt his lip trembling. The small noise he made was supposed to be affirmation, but it came out more like a choke. He placed a hand on top of Tango’s. “If I try to run, stop me?”

He broke into a wide grin. “Got it.”

“Then let’s do this.” He mustered all the determination he could manage.

Canary seemed to respond immediately, bringing up everything he needed on its own. It startled him for a half a second, but he brushed it off as a thought for later, instead smiling appreciatively at the screens. Then it brought up a strange camera angle, revealing Owl towering over the farmhouse, turning its head in confusion.

“Hey, that’s my security camera!” Tango whined, pointing at the feed.

It immediately blinked away, reappearing on the other side of Jimmy. He laughed while Tango grumbled. “Ready?” He asked. There was no extra seat or buckles to lock the mechanic in, so he would just have to hold on tight to the ceiling handle. Tango gave him a thumbs up.

The ceiling above opened up and Canary was launched full force to the surface. Both men braced themselves as the cobbled launcher rattled, practically throwing the mobile suit into the midday sky. Right in front of them was Owl, who jerked around to reveal its rounded face as they appeared behind it.

It was a mobile suit Jimmy had known well, as all Plutonians did. Though Pearl had it repainted a crimson red that matched both her and Owl’s moonish eyes, the frame had changed very little over the years.

Twenty meters tall and top heavy in design, specialized propulsion decorating its upper back to move it near-silently towards Canary at top speeds. But Jimmy pushed hard down on Canary’s controls. The lighter frame built by Tango for planet-side combat twisted out of the way with ease from the space-specialized loadout of Owl. Canary was fast, faster than Jimmy was expecting, and he found himself propelling almost all the way to the edge of the ranch without intent.

“She’s a smooth flyer, even on solid ground. Keep an eye on those thrusters.” Tango warned, pointing out the problem causers on the diagnostics. “Her frame’s lightweight beyond belief. Don’t toss yourself around like you would in a heavier suit, use more precision.”

“Got it.” Jimmy reoriented his handle on the controls and pushed forward. It went smoother this time, able to spin right around the Owl to its left flank behind its axe. “Where’s the weapons?”

“She ain’t got much firepower right now.” Tango admitted guiltily.

“What do you mean?”

“Look, it’s fine. See that field?” They shrieked as Owl’s axe nearly sliced Canary in half if not for a quick-thinking duck. Tango tapped his finger against a particular camera feed where a large heap sat in the grass. “That’s an old melee unit, it has a blade still on its back.”

“A blade?” Jimmy squawked incredulously even as he started towards it. “I haven’t done any melee combat in years, Tango. Is it even a good idea with the Canary?”

“It’s what we got!”

“Jimmyyy…” The owl’s speakers blared across the farmstead. “When did you get a gundam frame? I’m so happy for you!”

“Then maybe you could let me be happy for a bit and go away!” He shouted back as he landed on top of the scrap heap and began to dig.

“Oh, you know I can’t do that. I have a mission to fulfill.”

A shadow fell over the feed. Jimmy spun Canary around in time to see Owl, axe held high, falling down towards him. He yelped. It chopped into the scraps, just barely grazing a piece of Canary’s leg armor off. Owl heaved back up, glaring down at the tumbled mobile suit.

“And you’re getting in my way.”

Tango shouts, “Now!”

Canary lurched forward. Metal screeched and wired split as a long blade pushed straight through the joint of Owl’s left shoulder. Jimmy heard a gasp over the speaker. Something vital must have been skewered, because when the blade was yanked back out Owl’s limb went limp, dropping its axe to the earth.

For half a second Pearl seemed too shocked to do anything. Jimmy took advantage of the moment and rushed back in, slicing through part of her other shoulder before the old, decrepit blade gave out and snapped. Canary stumbled back away, turning towards the fields once more.

“What else is there, Tango?”

“Um, uh- gimme a second I’m trying to-”

“We don’t have a second!”

“Jimmy!” Pearl shrieked, the speaker peaking at its volume. Jimmy shivered. Owl stuttered forward, its pilot’s rage leaking out into its movements. “How. DARE you.”

He immediately started to stutter “Pearl, I-”

“How dare you hurt Tilly!” And then the gundam was back in their face. Jimmy had no chance to react before the limp arm was swung like a flail across Canary’s face. The mobile suit stumbled, but was grabbed before it hit the earth by angry claws that lifted the whole suit straight into the air.

This was it. They were going to die. Jimmy squeezed his eyes shut and reached out for Tango’s hand once again.

“Pearl,” A static-laced familiar voice broke through Pearl’s speaker. “That’s enough.”

The world stopped. A flood of far too many overwhelming memories flashed through Jimmy’s mind. Suddenly death didn’t seem so bad, compared to hearing that voice again.

Owl jerked back. “But he-”

“ENOUGH!” The voice boomed. “You’ve failed your mission. Return to orbit now before the EF mobilizes and you lose the Owl to your incompetence too.”

Jimmy could feel Pearl seething, but she backed off. “As you would, Scott.”

Tango let out a sound like air being let out of a balloon when she sped off, but Jimmy couldn’t move. His mind swirled and spilled over. He knew his body had begun to shake but his control panel had become a blur.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed between her retreat and being able to think once again, but as he came back Tango’s concerned face took up his vision. “Jimmy? Jimmy, you there?”

Jimmy gaped like a fish, intending to reply but never quite being able to. His stomach rolled. In a panic, he punched the button to pop open the cockpit and crawled out. Tango shouted after him, but Jimmy didn’t stop until he nearly fell off the side of the still kneeling Canary. Hands reached out to grab him and pull him back before he slipped. Nothing could stop the bile from rising up his throat but he did his best to lean out over the edge before it could get on the Canary or Tango.

A hand rubbed soothingly against his back through the heaves. For once, Tango was quiet, and Jimmy greatly appreciated it as his mind and body tried to recover from the violent episode of dissociation. Through ragged breaths he could hear the distant sounds of vehicles. A glance to the horizon indicated the arrival of other surviving EF units towards the ranch.

“A bit late.” Tango joked. He helped Jimmy back towards the cockpit, where he commanded Canary to lower far enough for them to get out safely. On the ground now, Jimmy clung to Tango’s hand while they waited.

A hysterical laugh escaped him. “I can’t believe we just did that.” He croaked. Exhaustion began to roll over him, and he leaned into Tango’s shoulder.

“Dude, I told you. You’re a good pilot.”

“I’m not sure I would call that good piloting.”

A hand came down on his hair, a sound of disbelief escaping Tango. “You fought off a gundam, Jimmy! As far as I’m concerned, you’re amazing.”

Despite everything a smile creeped onto Jimmy’s face. “Well, it’s all thanks to you.”

“I barely did anything buddy, that was all you.”

“Don’t you start-”

Their conversation was cut short by a mobile weapon rolling up, the barrel of its cannon pointed directly on them. Several more followed, aiming up towards the motionless Canary. A speaker screeched to life. “Jimmy Solidarity and Tango Tek.” A deep, flat voice demanded their attention. Both men stood back up on shaky limbs, hands tentatively raised. “You are being arrested for treason against the Earth Federation. Turn yourselves over calmly and swiftly. Do not resist.”

“What?” Tango shouted back incredulously. “What do you mean treason, we just saved your butts!”

“With an illegal mobile suit you have unlawfully hidden from the state. I will say this one last time, do not resist.”

“Tango…” Jimmy begged before the enraged mechanic could say anything more. Tango’s nostrils flared, but he begrudgingly did as told. Soon they were surrounded by soldiers and led away from the ranch. Cuffs were placed on them as they were shoved into the back of a jeep. Tango continued to glare at his former coworkers, but all they received in return was a scoff and words muttered just loud enough for Jimmy to hear.

“This is what we get for trusting a Plutonian.”

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Saved By The Freak (Eddie Munson x Plus Size Reader)

(Author's Note: Hi! I can't believe that this is my first post! I hope you enjoy it and let me know how it is! Leave some suggestions or requests on what else I should write if you want to read more content from me!)

I do not give any permission for my work to be copied, translated, modified, or reposted on any other site, app, or platform I've never been a small girl...ever. I'm not one of those girls that used to be thin and ate a lot, causing them to gain weight. And no, I'm not one of those cliche "big" girls that are short with thick thighs and a flat stomach. Nope, not me at all. I'm just down-right fat. I'm not ashamed to admit it, especially when I have a stomach, not much, but noticeably bigger than my ass and flabby arms. Yet, somehow, he still made me feel like the most beautiful person to walk this earth.

It was 8:00pm on a Friday afternoon. My best friends, Stacy and Jasmine, were staying the night at my place. The night had started slow, watching movies and eating all the snacks we could find. After about 4 movies, small conversations about the film turned into late night gossip.

"You know that Jessica hooked up with Zach?" Stacy says with judgment in her voice.

"Isn't he dating Brenda though?" I questioned.

"Yeah Y/N, like he cares about that" she replied. Jasmine shook her head in disapproval.

"Guys are such assholes. Why do they always have to think with everything else except their head?" Jasmine said in frustration.

"That's it, I'm switching sides. I like girls now" Stacy says, shrugging her shoulders. Jasmine then leaned closer to Stacy's ear and pushed her hair behind her ear.

"Oh, do you now? We can go back to my place and have a little fun then" Jasmine says seductively. Stacy looks flustered and red as she pushes Jasmine away. I stay quiet as I feel my face get hot. I start to fan myself with my hand as Jasmine sits back to where she was, laughing her heart out.

That's the one thing I always admired about my friends. Stacy was always the one that was open about her thought and feelings. She isn't afraid to say it like it is, which is why it makes her the perfect person to vent to about anything. Jasmine, on the other hand, was the daring one. Always trying to live it up as much as she can, but she also knew to be serious when she needed to be. I then got torn away from my thoughts when I hear something hit my bedroom window. Stacy opened the window, revealing her boyfriend, Fred.

"What is Fred doing here?" I said in disbelief. I looked back at Jasmine in confusion as she shrugged her shoulders in response.

"Okay, I know that it's supposed to be a girl's night, but Fred told me that there's a huge party tonight. Other schools in town are supposed to be there!" Stacy excitedly says. Jasmine and I get up from our places, smiling. Nodding our heads at each other, Stacy tells Fred to give us a second as we started getting ready. After getting ready, I made sure to leave a movie playing and the lights in my room turned off before leaving out the window. My parents are usually asleep by now, but we can't be too careful.

Once we got to the party, my senses were filled with the sound of blaring music and the smell of alcohol. As we headed inside, the sights of couples making out caught my eye. I know it's weird, but I've always been a curious girl. A big girl can dream too, right? The feeling of lips touching as you're grabbing at each other, hungry for more. Mixing saliva as your tongues swirl around, looking for dominance. Biting my lip, I snap myself out of my thoughts. I press on and enter the house, immediately going for the alcohol. I've always enjoyed parties, but I absolutely hate the stares I get from people. The disgusted looks as they whisper while walking past me. Don't get me wrong, I don't care what anyone thinks of me, it's just that bad feeling you get when you know that people are talking about you. Grabbing a cup, I pour a mixture of vodka and something fruity, I didn't even bother looking at it. As long as it tastes good, there will be no questions.

While enjoying my drink for the past hour, I see Jasmine talking to someone. A girl that I've seen around school. I think her name is Robin? Robin then whispers something in Jasmine's ear, making her giggle. They started walking off deeper into the house into what I think I can assume is a bedroom. As they walked, Jasmine looks at me from a distance, winks at me, and sticks her tongue out in excitement. I playfully roll my eyes and took a sip of my drink. Oh yeah, did I mention Jasmine is into girls? It wasn't that obvious, was it?

About half an hour and three drinks later, I start feeling buzzed. Totally relaxed, I lose myself in the crowd and start dancing. Swaying my hips and letting my hands roam my body. I then feel a pair of hands rest on my hips as my back is on a firm chest. I turn my head around in annoyance, trying to see who the invader is. Yeah, I have no idea who this guy is. Anyways, I grab his hands and throw them off my hips, now walking away to the back door for some air. As I walked out the door, I felt the same guy grab my forearm, making me turn around to face him.

"Where you going, honey?" He said aggressively, his grip on my arm tight. I start trying to pull away from him, fear creeping into my chest.

"Let go of me, you creep" I responded, frustrated. My pulling movements getting harder. He then grabbed my wrist with his other hand and harshly pushed me against the wall of the house. I wince from the slight pain of the brick scratching on my back. He slides his hand down my arm, now holding my other wrist. Being unsuccessful in fighting his grip, I kick him in the crotch. Letting go of my wrists, he hunched over in pain. I take this time to push him onto the ground and run. Right when I grab the door handle, he grabs my shoulder and turns me around. Once I face him, I feel my head swing to the right. My body stumbling and eventually landing on my knees to the ground.

"That'll teach you, you fat bitch" he said as I felt the stinging pain start to settle on my cheek, small tears forming in my eyes. I look down in embarrassment, not wanting this idiot to be entertained by the sight of my crying. I then hear quick footsteps, like if someone was running. I look up to see someone punch my harasser. It was like it happened in slow motion. A guy with long hair punching this douche that slapped me. I see that asshole fall to the ground, knocked out cold. The guy with long hair shifts his eyes towards me and I finally see his face. I recognize him, I know that he goes to my school, but what was his name? I only know that people call him freak, but that's no use considering he just saved me from that douche.

"You okay?" he said, his eyes softening as he kneels down in front of me. For some reason, all I can do is blink at him. No words or sounds want to come out. He then grabbed my hand and helps me up off the ground.

"C'mon, let's get you outta here, sweetheart" he mutters to me, dragging me behind him, still holding my hand. Sweetheart? I've never been called that. What was his deal? Why was I so stunned by him?

We get to what I can assume is his van. He then opens the door to the passenger seat and gestures his hand towards the seat, telling me to get inside. I cautiously get in the van, and he closes the door. As he's getting in the driver's seat, I get lost in my thoughts. He hasn't even given me any looks of disgust or little mutters of insults like everyone else. He helped me when nobody else did. He's being so gentle and kind. Does he just simply pity me or is there something more? Ugh, stop overthinking it Y/N. There is absolutely nothing more.

I get pulled out of my thoughts when I hear him snap his fingers in front of my face. I blink and look towards him in confusion.

"So, uh, I was asking, where do you live? I can take you home if you want" he says awkwardly with a slight face of embarrassment.

"146 Silver Avenue" I respond with a shy smile. He let out a small chuckle and started making his way to my house. Sobriety then started making its way into my system. The car ride was quiet, no sound or word came out from either of us. The only thing you could hear was the loud metal music coming from the radio. I didn't mind it, at least it filled the silence. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was this...tension. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach. It wasn't a bad feeling, just one that I've never felt before. I took a quick look at him, trying to observe him. I never saw him this up close before. I only saw him when he was creating his little scenes in the cafeteria, but never like this. I'm still super frustrated over the fact that I don't know his actual name. I never noticed how handsome he is. I was completely mesmerized by him, it felt as if I couldn't look away.

He then pulled up to my house, stopping right in front of the driveway. We stayed in our seats for what seemed like an hour but was actually a minute. I looked over at him slowly, careful to not make any sudden movements that could somehow change the mood, him doing the same.

"Thank you for helping me back there. I wasn't expecting anyone to come to the rescue" I said, giving a small laugh at the end. He then let out a soft laugh, making my heart flutter.

"It's no problem. I'm happy to be your knight in shining armor, m'lady. Eddie Munson, pleased to make your acquaintance" he responded with a small smirk. I then felt my cheeks heat up when he said his name. I shook off that feeling and returned a genuine smile.

"Y/N L/N. It's nice to meet you, Eddie" I said. We stayed looking at each other for a while, eye contact not breaking for a second. There it was, that tension again. I bit my lip as I was drinking in his features, burning it into my brain, not wanting to forget anything. I look from his eyes down to his lips and back up to his eyes. I then feel myself slowly start to lean into him as he did the same. My eyes fluttered closed as I felt his hand cup my chin, bringing me closer to him.

There it was. The ecstasy I had been looking for. Our lips melted together as if they were a perfect fit. Our tense muscles finally loosening. His hand left my chin and now held my face in both his hands. The kiss started off sweet and loose, but now it was getting hungrier. Our lips moved faster as we pressed our lips harder against each other. I then felt his tongue press up against my lips, asking for permission. I slowly opened my mouth to give him entrance. His tongue started swirling with mine, not fighting for dominance, just enjoying the pleasure. I let out a soft moan as our tongues rubbed together. I then brought my arms up, one around his neck and the other in his hair. He let out a soft grunt as I stroked his soft curls.

We then pulled away, leaving a small string of saliva between our lips. He leaned his forehead against mine, both of us slightly panting. I let out a small chuckle of satisfaction. He then pulled away and smiled.

"What's so funny, sweetheart?" he playfully said.

"That was my first kiss" I giggled. Eddies face had gone from proud to shocked.

"What? As beautiful as you are, princess? I don't believe it" he said in disbelief.

"Well, it's true" I sassily replied. He then sighed in satisfaction before responding.

"Well lucky me, sweetheart" he said, giving me a smirk. I gave him a quick peck on the lips before I pulled away to get out of the car. Before I got out, he grabbed my wrist, stopping me. I looked back at him in confusion. He then gave me a small smile.

"I'll see you around?" he questioned. I smiled back at him, grabbing a pen lying around his van and wrote my phone number on his hand.

"Call me, okay?" I gently said. He nodded in excitement as I got out the van. He drove off as I was walking towards my window, getting ready to sneak back in. Once I got in bed, I fell asleep to the wonderful flashback in his van. His soft, firm hands holding my face. The way our tongues swirled in such passion. The want and need for each other as the kiss grew hungrier for each other. I then fell asleep with one more thought on my mind.

If he could kiss so well, what else could he do? If I'm addicted to his kiss, what else could I get addicted to?

(Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed my very first post! I know that it's long, but I would really appreciate if you guys could give me some feedback or requests! Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! I love you guys so much!)

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knoxvillesjackass · 2 years ago

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Hiii I just read retaliation and it’s amazing and I was wondering if you could write something for steveo on how at first he’s really mean to you and bullies you but then he realised he likes you and he doesn’t wanna be mean anymore but you think it’s weird so then he confesses his love

𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒-𝑜, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟

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"Oh, Y/N," Steve's voice trailed off in the near distance.

I could hear him approaching in his car, and my pace quickened at the sound of his wheels getting closer. Steve was my neighbour, and only one word came to my mind when I thought of him; dick.

Growing up next door, I’d seen him through everything — playing in the yard as a kid, pulling off the craziest, most dangerous stunts one could imagine; those awkward pre-teen years, when he was skinny as a bean.

I’d never really understood the man, more specifically; I don’t think he’d ever understood me.

Steve loved to pick on you, and had made it a daily habit to do so ever since he moved in next to me at the age of eight.

"Y/N?" Steve called again. I hadn't seen him for half a year. I'd moved on to college, but Steve still lived with his parents, and he was still, unfortunately, my neighbour.

"I'm talking to you."

I finally stopped, knowing that ignoring him would probably make things worse, and after all, he didn't have his usual squad with him. No one to hold me down and frighten me with snakes or bugs.

"Long time, no see," Steve said and stepped out of his car, which he had parked on the side of the road.

I nodded nervously. How I hated his smug grin, and even more the fact, that I used to think, that he was dreamy.

As a kid, I had a crush on Steve. Even though he was mean and unkind to me and others, he paid me attention, which was more than any boy had ever done.

"What do you want, Steve?" I gathered my thoughts and asked him. The last time I talked back to Steve, he poured tomato soup all over me. That was in high school. I had hoped he would be more mature but by the looks of it, I was probably wrong.

"I've been missing someone to joke around with while you've been gone," he said and I furrowed my eyebrows. "We didn't joke around, Steve. You bullied me," I corrected him and a tint of sadness fell over Steve.

He nodded and hummed quietly.

Was I going crazy or was Steve actually showing human emotions?

"That was kind of what I wanted to talk to you about," Steve said but I shook my head. "Save it," I snapped, giving him a piece of my mind.

If he thought that apologizing after ruining my life for years would cure everything, he was dead wrong.

I turned around and began walking, but Steve grabbed my wrist and turned me around. I snatched my hand from his grip and looked at him with disgust. "Don't touch me," I scuffed and furrowed my eyebrows.

"Look, I know I was an asshole-"

"Steve, you weren't an asshole! That word is not bad- or big enough to describe who you were, or who you still are," I hissed and backed away from him.

"I know! God, if you knew how bad I've felt since you left! I've wanted nothing more than to apologise over and over to you," Steve confessed, and I jerked my head back in surprise. "Look, I've apologised to your parents, even though they still hate me."

Steve had vandalized our lot too many times to count. My parents hated his general reputation and how he treated me.

"Good job, is that what you want me to say?" I asked and chuckled slightly.

"No, I just-argh."

Steve threw his head back and sighed. "I liked you. I mean, I like you now, still. A lot," Steve admitted and I took a step back to collect my wandering thoughts.

"Wha-"

"I'm embarrassed because only little boys tease girls when they like them, but I-I just never grew out of it. I know I ruined a lot of things for you, and I don't want anything from you. I just want you to know, that I'm sorry," Steve said and stared at me, both of us entirely quiet.

He never told me. He never even showed an ounce of humanity when we were growing up.

"Y/N?" Steve asked and I blinked a couple of times, snapping back to reality.

"I-I don't really know what to say," I said and rubbed my forehead.

Steve nodded understandably.

"But maybe, we could talk about this over lunch tomorrow?" I pitched and watched as Steve's face lit up.

"I would really like that," Steve said with that old familiar hoarse voice.

I nodded and smiled, still a little awkward. We stood there in silence before Steve eventually got back in his car and drove away, leaving me with a collection of confusing thoughts.

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nuoyipeach · 11 months ago

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Five Senses - Part Two

Chapter Three

Sighing, Seulgi took a minute to calm herself before she could speak, wanting to make sure he understood everything.

"The revolt against your dad, the king or whatever he is, it wasn't just for no reason." she started to say. "Quite frankly I'd like to say this to every one of your family, but I guess I'll tell you first."

Taeyong stood quiet and ushered her to sit on the bed as he did the same. She complied, but kept a sudden distance before speaking again.

Taeyong wasn't even hurt when she called his father stupid or useless. He was hurt that he didn't even know any of this, that they were taught wrong, brainwashed about the past. He never had a liking for his father for what he does, none of them did, but he never knew it could have been worse. He couldn't even say anything and sat still unable to think of a response, which only annoyed Seulgi even more. She got up and picked up her bag, but Taeyong quickly grabbed her hand.

"Your dad has many mistresses doesn't he? Well, did you know how he got them?" Taeyong shook his head. "All those years ago, the revolution wasn't started by some vampires for fun. They were started by the people who wanted him to stop his ordeal with mistresses, his unfaithfulness. And it was started by my parents. Your stupid father had picked specific women to take, my mum being one of them while she was pregnant with me! My dad hid us in the human world while he fought for us with others who tried to protect their loved ones just as much. But instead, your dad exiled them all to never be found, and I ended up growing up without a father. I don't even know where he is. My mum has been regretful ever since, wishing we just ran away together instead of fighting against your useless father!"

"Where are yo-"

"I'm going back home. I don't care how much we love each other, I can't stand being in the same building as your father, let alone be soulmates to one of his children."

Before Taeyong could say another word, Seulgi vanished, teleporting back to her house in the human world. He could teleport to the same place, but he knew better than that. He knew that for the time being she would need some space and decided to leave her be.

"Why did you lie!?!" he cut off his father. "Why did you lie to me, to the people, to the your own children!?! Why are you such a disgusting person!?!"

Instead he paced around his own room, grunting every few minutes and tugging his hair. Of course he was mad, not at her, but at their father. Unable to hold it on, he stormed into their father's room, where the elder man sat simply doing nothing.

"Taeyong you know better than crashi-"

"Taeyong what is this about?"

"Our textbooks, our history, our teachers, you, you're all liars! We learn about that revolt against you as nothing more than people who hated you. But they had a right to hate you, they had a right to want to dethrone you!"

"Lee Taeyong what is the meaning of this?" Taeyong turned around to see his mother walk in. She was a great mother, not just to him but all, and I mean all, of the siblings. She saw everyone as if her own and became friends with the so called mistresses as they raised their children together. Of course the women left at some point as they were sent off from the palace, but their children being half royalty had to stay, and Taeyong's mother made deep promises to keep them safe and healthy, and grow up well. "Why are you yelling at your father?"

"I have every right to do so mum, and you have every right to be on my side here!"

The lady's eyes quivered. "What do you mean?"

"I met my soulmate. But she left me all because of dad and his greed! You knew that having all those women was wrong, yet you stayed quiet. Now I know."

"What do you know?" his mother asked, voice shaking as she could tell the truth was known.

"Watch your mouth Lee Taeyong!"

"Now I know how he got those women. We were taught that every one of us have a soulmate fixed. But you!" he turned pointing to his father. "You kidnapped them from their families and tortured their soulmates, you disgusting piece of shit!"

"You watch your mouth!" he cut off his father. By now some of his siblings and servants were at the door, watching as the crown prince fought the king. "You don't deserve to be king, you don't even deserve to be royalty! How could you abuse the power the people trusted us with all for fun? You're doing nothing but tearing up our family! First with Yuta, then Joohyun, now me. If it wasn't for the fact that killing one kills their soulmate, I would be putting a stake through your heart right now!"

Before he could continue, two people ran in grabbing either of his arms. Both Yuta and Hendery did their best to drag him out, not wanting this fight to continue knowing that both their father and brother had terrible consequences when angry. They might just kill half of the population while at each others necks.

"You will regret this Taeyong! You are crown prince, behave like so!"

"I'd rather kill myself!"

Before he could speak anymore, Sunny grabbed the three boys & teleported them to the private living room, where the two pushed him down onto the couch.

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stuck-in-hypna · 2 years ago

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First of Summer

Niki x OC | Oneshot | Highschool AU | Oneshot

The first day of summer, the first day of our story...

-Niki's POV-

Today marks the last day of junior year and I’m all set for summer, nothing specific is planned though, just enrolled in some review classes for the upcoming college ability test this November.

For tonight though, it’s the dreaded junior-senior prom. As per the school’s tradition, this is like a send-off for the seniors while welcoming the juniors into semi-adulthood.

I, myself, don’t like these social functions—even my friends are all going with their respective dates. I didn’t ask anyone though; it wasn’t deemed necessary. I’m just going since this is the last time I’ll see my favorite seniors, especially Heeseung hyung.

Heeseung hyung took care of me since freshman year—when I first joined the dance club. He also introduced me to his friends who were part of it, and that made it easier for me. Although, I think, being part of that caused a rift between me and his sister, Lee Serin.

Serin has been my best friend growing up—we were basically friends since kindergarten. I didn’t know what happened, but I’m guessing that it’s because we had different interests, we just drifted apart.

The chats in the hallway were reduced to nods until it came to a point that we were completely ignoring each other.

She became popular, and probably her head ballooned with it. She’s untouchable, especially when her brother is the ever-so-famous Lee Heeseung.

Her friends are also the worst; everyone feared their little group, even the club knew how Heeseung hyung’s sister is problematic—how she’s such a spoiled brat, how she has a bigger allowance than him and an even better car which was gifted to her by their parents on her 16th birthday.

Speaking of, there she is now at one of the Science labs. Classes have been dismissed early today due to the event this evening, I wonder why she’s still here when everyone must be in their respective homes, getting ready or doing some last-minute touch-ups.

Unfortunately, I was assigned cleaning duties today, which explains why I’m still here. She, on the other hand looked glum, and she sat on one of the stools just outside the lab.

Now the problem is, how can I make her leave?

"Excuse me..." I approached her in the nicest way possible, "Lee Serin-ssi, I would need the stool so I can lock up the lab."

"I'm sorry?" she said with an automatic high-pitched voice. It's more or less 3 years since I last called her by her name, or rather talked to her.

"I said-" I was ready to repeat what I said, but she cut me off.

"I heard you.” she said icily. "Do I look like I’m deaf?" she gave me a disgusted look that says nobody shoos her away.

"Of course not, I wasn’t implying anything!" I said as if it was the most obvious thing to say. Maybe she still made me speechless, maybe because I still think she looks like a goddess. Okay, so nobody knew I liked her before.

Without another word, she stood up and kicked the stool away from the both of us, the loud clang sounded through the empty corridors.

"Thanks." I said in a non-sarcastic voice, but somehow it still annoyed her since she gave me a piercing look. "Did you need something else?" I asked as I looked at her in the same manner.

She just shook her head as response.

"Good. The place is empty, let me walk you to the parking lot. It's not safe here." I offered, and to my surprise, she agreed.

We walked silently for the first few steps, but I had the urge to start a conversation, "are you excited about the prom later?"

"I'm not..." she was too quick to reply accompanied by a frown.

"Why? You're probably going to be the prom queen..."

She became quiet for a minute as she sat on one of the benches that were near the school’s parking lot. "How can you be excited when the people voting for you don't even respect you?"

"What do you mean?" I sat beside her. It somehow reminded me of those times when all we did was kill time in each other’s backyard. "Of course, they respect you..."

"More like scared of me!” She scoffs, “That's why they're voting. This may sound too narcissistic but I know I'm the most envied girl in school, but at the same time, I know I'm the most hated." A sigh escaped her lips. "What about you? Were you planning to root for me at all?"

"Of course..." it wasn't a lie per se. I was indeed going to vote for her, and I think she's the prettiest of all the nominees.

"For what reason? A prom queen should be someone to represent the school in a good way, not because she's popular or the most envied one, or maybe just because she's rich. She should affect the people's lives in a positive manner, not bully them..."

"You affect them... but only, they get terrified!" I couldn't help but laugh at my lame joke, she did too.

“I know how my brother’s life is a living hell because of me and I know how excited he is so he can stay away from me when he goes to University—he must’ve ratted out how much of a bitch I am..”

She was right, Heeseung hyung had non-stop complained about her since she had this new set of friends. Telling us how they were all a bunch of useless brats that can’t do anything. I’m just surprised that she wasn’t affected.

"Nishimura Riki... Do you even want to go to the stupid prom?" she asked when I didn’t say anything. Serin mentioning my name again, after so long, made me feel giddy. It was the only thing that I needed to realize that I missed her, a lot. I shrugged as I glanced at her.

"Let's play hooky!" she said with a big grin. “Uhm, you don’t have a date, right?”

"I don’t have a date. But for real?"

"Yes! But I'm going to be dead for sure if Heeseung oppa finds out I didn't attend."

"I have an idea..." I offered, as she was all ears. "What if we don't skip the prom, just be late? What do you say?"

"Sounds like a plan. We're going to be fashionably late!" she giggled. "Come on, let’s head home first so you can change into your tux, and I can wear my ridiculous dress.”

We each rushed home, to prep for the evening. Both agreeing to see each other at 6:30, an hour and a half from now.

Mom thought I was excited about the prom as she took thousands of pictures. I was already frowning big time, but she still finds it adorable. Kept asking who my date was and didn't believe a single thing I said when I said I didn't have a date.

Oh great! There's one thing I forgot to ask, her number! Of all the things that I had to forget, it was this one essential thing.

I’m arguing with myself internally on whether to call Heeseung hyung or not. To call him and risk getting interrogated, or to wait for some miracle to happen and waste time?

My phone then rang, showing an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Niki... it's me, Serin." the voice on the other line replied.

"I was about to call Heeseung hyung to get your number." I laughed.

"I stole your number from his phone..." she said proudly. "So where are we going to meet?"

"Shall I pick you up?" I offered. "But I have to tell you, the car I’m driving is an older model, you may not want to be seen in something old and beat up!” I teased.

"It doesn’t matter, to be honest. I actually don’t care. I just asked my parents for my car so I can piss off Heeseungie oppa!" That surprised me, as I expected another reason. This made me grin unknowingly, my mom looking at me weirdly.

I faced the opposite side just so she wouldn’t see my face, "Great, I'll be there in 20 minutes."

We both hung up as I made my way to the car, trying to avoid any more conversation with my mother.

This is not a date, this is not a date, this is not a date. I kept repeating this to myself as I didn’t want to assume. It’s even more surprising that she didn’t have a date for the prom.

It took me less than 20 minutes to reach their place, have I driven too fast?

Serin was wearing a light blue dress, the hem of the skirt flowed just above her knee, paired with a strappy high-heeled sandals which looked uncomfortable. The whole outfit she put together was not on the conservative side, but on her, it looked elegant. Breathtaking, in fact. She really is.

As a courtesy of course, I got off my car after I parked it, and I can tell that Heeseung hyung was surprised to see me.

"I didn't believe that you’re her date... I thought she was lying!"

"I told you oppa, I'm going with Niki..." she whined like a little kid. Cute.

"It's better that you go out with him since he's a close junior, just don't give him a headache, please. It’s already embarrassing enough to be your brother!" he scolded her. "Niki, take care of my sister, and I'm hoping that you’ll be patient enough with her. " He both pushed us lightly to my car, and we waved our goodbyes before leaving.

"Where are we going?" She was pretty excited when she asked.

"I have no idea..." I confessed. I didn't plan the whole thing, since I wasn't really good at stuff like this. She must've sensed my hesitation when she spoke.

"It's okay, lets grab some takeout first and then I know this place..."

We chatted like old friends as we drove, she was nothing like the Park Serin that everyone knew from school, tonight, she was just the fun-loving, silly girl that I used to be friends with.

After we got the food, she instructed me to drive until we reached a secluded place, which was overlooking the city. The air was fresh, far from the city's pollution.

"I often go here when I feel like my life is useless..." she stated. We were both sitting in my car's hood, looking at the city lights, "this place is like my sanctuary..."

She continued to speak without inhibitions, "When we were in our last year of middle school, I felt the pressure. I started to change without even knowing it until it came to the point that I got lost, and I didn't even know who I was... and after talking to you today, I was reminded of how happy I was back then... so thank you."

Dumbstruck was the perfect word to describe me at this moment, I didn't know what to say. This was the person that I fell in love with before. She was the Serin that I knew... the one I’ve always admired.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she tilted her head, her clueless expression was so inviting.

And this made me realize that I never really stopped liking her. I just became contented with looking at her from afar.

"Nothing..."

"Oh come on!"

"It's just that..." I didn't finish my sentence, instead, I touched her cheeks, then slowly lowered my face to hers and kissed her. I can tell that she was shocked at first, but she slowly reciprocated.

"I've always wanted to do that..." I admitted, "but I never had the chance."

She rested her head on my shoulder, "you should've done that before... I needed a wakeup call.”

"Are you kidding? You were so high and mighty in school, I even thought you forgot about me.

"Well... not really, but the people around me made me feel like I had no life back then. I hate the idea that I had to give in with peer pressure. And I had this tiny crush on you, I thought you should know." She lowered her voice into a whisper.

“What? Can you speak a bit louder please?”

She hit my arm softly, and I knew she was shy about it, but still it was fun to tease her this way.

"It's okay babe, at least we're good now... and if you must know, I like you before too, and I still do.” That confession made her smile, “I wish we can just stay here…”

"Idiot, we can't. We still must go to the prom..."

I frowned, "Why?"

"Because I want to show you off!"

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Time passed by so quickly that when we got to the prom, it was just in time for the announcement of the prom king and queen. The school principal was the one who announced it, but it wasn't Serin.

We were standing in the middle of the crowd, giving applause along with the rest of the students, I initially thought that Serin would be disappointed, but I was wrong--she was smiling from ear to ear with a look of contentment plastered on her pretty face

"Serin! I thought you wouldn’t make it!" one of her friends approached us, "What are you doing with him?" The said friend looked at me from head to foot, repulse evident in her eyes.

"Well, I'm here, aren't I?" Serin snapped, "and Niki is my date. Now if you'll excuse us."

“Was that okay?” I probed as she dragged me to the dance floor, “I mean she’s still your friend…”

“Ah, the friend that spreads baseless rumors about me.” She then wrapped her arms around my neck as we found our spot and started slow dancing as Butterfly by The Boyz started playing.

She tiptoed a little and gave me a kiss on my right cheek and smiled. I panicked internally when I realized that we were in front of the whole senior class, and I was right when I saw Heeseung hyung and the others looking at me, equally astounded but quietly cheering me on.

“Heeseung hyung is going to kill me!” I muttered and when she heard she looked around, instantly finding her brother staring at the both of us, arms crossed, as if waiting for an explanation.

“Oh he’ll live with it!” she rolled her eyes and gave me another kiss, this time on the lips. “I want to see him try though!”

This is going to be the most interesting summer of my life!

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lou-lj · 2 years ago

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Hi! Could you do a imagine/blurb of reader Max’s gf defending Max when people at school find out that Max likes girls? Thank you so much! - N

As long as your save

Max Mayfield x fem reader

A/N: ok this is my first request so I’m a little nervous but I hope it turned out the way you warntet it to ;)

Summary: People find out that Max likes girls but gladly you’re there to save the day

Warnings: Homophobia/ (a little) Fighting/Blood

It was a Thursday morning, just like every other you had school and were supposed to meet up with your girlfriend, Max Mayfield in front of the entrance. Problem was, she was no where to be found. Maybe she was sick? She would have called you, but just to be sure you got to the phone outside the building.

Pushing some coins in, while looking nervously around, you dialed her number and waited for someone to pic up. It took a little and her mother answered. “Hello?” “Hello, this is Y/n I’m sorry to disturb you, but is Max at home just can’t seem to find her but maybe she’s just already in class.” “No Max went to school, I’m sure you’ll find her inside.” “Ok thanks, see you later.” “Bye” you hung up and looked around the parking lot again. Students began to walk inside, due to the classes starting in a few minutes.

Maybe she went to the toilet? You basically ran to the toilets but it seemed as no one was there. Some girls got outside as you walked in. Only the last cabinet was taken. You could hear quiet sniffles and when you bent over to look under the door, you saw the red vans of your girlfriend. Exhaling a breath you didn’t know you where holding, you stepped to the door. “Hey, Max, it’s me. Wanna open the door?” The door opened immediately revealing Max with tears streaming down her cheeks. You got in the stall and hugged her. Her face quickly buried itself into the your neck and her hands clenched on your shirt. You soothingly caressed her hair. And whispered some reassuring words, to calm her down.

“What happened love?” Her head liftet from your shoulder. And the worry in her eyes made you nervous. “They found out, they know that I like-“ another heart wrenching sob escaped her mouth. “Did they do anything to you?” You locked eyes with her and waited for her answer. “No, they they said some shit and took my skateboard.” You where furious, no one insults Max on your watch. “Let’s skip the first two periods and in lunch break I have a little chat with them, get your board back, ok?” She nodded but was definitely unsure about the whole situation.

“They are back there, but don’t do anything stupid please.” She pointed at the table with a few guys one year older that you. “Sure” you said already walking over to them. Stopping at their table, they looked up to you confused “Give me the board.” You said coldly to the one who had it laying next to him. They looked surprised “Is she your little girlfriend or what?” He snickered, while you rolled your eyes at his childish behavior. “You like to bully girls that are younger than you? Afraid others will kick your ass?” You saw how the smile got whipped off his face. He stood up and swung the board onto the ground breaking it in half. You picked it up as he knelt next to you. “Have fun with it and your little gay friend. Did you know she’s one of those people? Disgusting right? It’s-“ before he could continue to speak you smashed the skateboard against his head knocking him to the ground. You threw it away and started to punch him while he looked up at you with shook. Blood came out of his nose and his lip was smeared with some too.

A teacher got you off him “Miss Y/l/n what do you think your doing?!” Her shill vice echoed through the lunch hall. Max came running to you, pushing her way through the people standing near by. “Y/n!”

Next thing you remember is sitting in front of the principal, the boy next to you. “I am very disappointed. Both your parents are already informed. You,” he pointed at the boy, “get detention. And you,” now directing his eyes to me, “You get expelled for five days. Think about what you did.” You nodded slowly. “You’re dismissed. Your parents need to sign this and tell them I want to see them tomorrow.” He said to you giving you a formula.

As soon as he finished you stood up and got out of the building. Max was already waiting for you. “My moms at work, let’s go to my place.” She said while hugging you. “I was so worried for you, don’t do that again!” She scolded you, hitting your shoulder lightly. “I’m sorry about the board.” She huffed, inspecting your bloody knuckles “I don’t care about the damn skateboard, as long as your ok.”

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callsign-phoenix · 2 years ago

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This is a part two to this fic I wrote.

It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female!reader imagine.

Thank you @the-decency-of-merciful-lies for proofreading!

Warnings: cursing, serious angst, paraplegia, this fic is racially and body type inclusive despite the moodboard suggesting otherwise

“So you do care,” were Jake’s first words when he woke up again.

An involuntary smile spread across your face and you let out a laugh that was masked by a final sob before you managed to compose yourself slightly.

You shook your head in denial, but he smiled even though you were sure it hurt.

“No, you love me, I heard you,” he said, the pride obvious in his voice, even though he looked like hell.

You smiled and gave him one short nod, holding his hand just a little tighter.

“Shut up, Jake,” you laughed through the tears before you wiped them away, looking at him in all seriousness and making sure he knew you were true with what you were going to say.

“I do, and I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for everything, and I’d like to try again,” you said softly and he nodded, moaning in pain when he did.

“I want to help you deal with whatever this is, until you can get back to flying and you can decide if you want me around.”

He was about to say something but stopped himself, letting his eyes roam the room and finding his legs tucked neatly into a hospital blanket.

There was a second before he said something, his happy expression at the words he had longed to hear for so long falling from his face like the tears previously had from yours.

“I can’t feel my legs,” he said, an icy feeling erupting in your stomach.

“I’m not going out there!” Jake said enthusiastically as he shook his head, his eyes trained on you.

It had been weeks since he had woken up in the hospital and you had spent all the time you had supporting him.

You were there when he was discharged from the hospital, driving home and helping him settle in.

You had stayed with him the entire time, helping him get used to the new situation he was in.

Jake Seresin was paralyzed from the waist down, which meant that he couldn’t work or live the way he was used to.

While everyone was happy he was alive he was very short-tempered, fear, anger and confusion about his new life apparent in every word he said to you.

You felt like you deserved it, you felt like it was at least partly your fault that he was in an accident.

He had trouble adjusting and you did your best to help, even in situations like these.

Jake and you were cramped up in his room while a dozen guests waited in his garden, a ‘welcome home’ and a ‘we’re glad you’re alive’ party that had been planned by his parents in process.

“I’m not going out there just so they can stare at me in pity and disgust, most of them didn’t even visit me when I was in hospital!” He said in anger, his pretty face contorted in a grimace.

You sighed as you ran a hand through your hair, nodding because you understood how he felt.

“Jake, they’re happy to see you. They came because they’re glad you made it out alive,” you tried your best, but he wasn’t having it.

“What, the people that didn’t visit me in hospital?” He asked, and you looked away from him because he was right about it.

Except for his fellow aviators and you, no one had come to see how he was doing.

“And you, who didn’t talk to me for seven fucking months only to tell me to die the day before I go on my mission?” He continued.

You flinched at the comment but you accepted it, standing up for the mistakes you made.

You took a deep breath before you continued talking.

“Your parents organised the entire thing, I didn’t like the idea either. But sometimes you do things that concern you for other people, this is one of those times,” you told him.

“Your family loves you and your coworkers too, and I’ll be by your side the entire time,” you continued, walking towards him to make your words more believable.

“This is fucking humiliating,” he grumbled but he nodded at you, thankful for your help even if he didn’t say so.

He wasn’t thrilled to face his loved ones but he did so, all while you made sure to stay by his side the entire time.

Jake and you had a strange relationship since he came home from the hospital, you hadn’t talked about what you were to each other and you stayed in his guest room, basically living with him.

You helped him as much as you could and he needed you, even if he hated to admit it.

You hadn’t kissed or slept together since you lived together, but you had developed another kind of intimacy.

While you got used to help Jake around the house with specific things he hadn’t gotten used to it yet, he was upset a lot of the time, mouthing back at you when you offered your help.

He was sad and angry, disappointed in the situation he was in, even if physical therapy seemed to at least lessen his pain.

You didn’t know what he was angry at exactly but you let him take his anger out on you until it became too much.

Caring for Jake wasn’t your only job, you still had your work as a mechanic, but the moment you came back to where Jake and you lived it was an immediate switch to being there for him.

It was exhausting for you but you tried to think of how Jake had to feel with his adjustment.

He had a lot of physical therapy sessions and his doctors had told him he might be able to walk again, but he could kiss the idea of ever flying again goodbye.

Jake reacted the way you had imagined, only becoming more bitter about it.

When your superior kept you to work longer his nerves were strained already, but no matter how much you tried to help him he was only angry with you.

You knew he was experiencing physical, mental and emotional pain, but so were you.

“Give me a break, please Jake,” you let out when he complained about the fact that you were late back home.

“Give you a break? I won’t ever get one, do you know that?!” He raised his voice, but you only nodded in response.

“Yeah well I haven’t had one since you got home either, because you’re fucking exhausting!” You shouted, and Jake’s face showed the betrayal he felt.

“Oh, I’m exhausting? Well think about how exhausted I was after not sleeping a fucking second after the shit you said to me,” he growled.

“It’s your fault I’ll never be able to even work again!”

“No, it’s not, it’s not my fault alone! You knew how you were feeling, you could have declined to fly the fucking mission!” You answered with just as much hurt and anger in your voice.

You had allowed him to be angry and frustrated but he had hurt you too, you felt like you had suffered long enough.

“You always say it’s my fault, well I haven’t forgiven you for cheating on me yet! It’s not like just because you need my help I don’t remember what you did to me, I’m just here because I love you and you need my help!” You tried to justify yourself, but you were only hoping it would make sense to him.

“It might sound selfish but you hurt me, and I needed to hurt you back,” you continued, your voice lower by now but definitely not losing its intensity.

“I didn’t know this would happen, I would have never said anything had I known how much my words affected you,” you finished, and you saw Jake close his eyes for a second.

He was breathing heavily, but you saw that he was trying to control himself.

“I would have never… you know that, you know I’m so sorry,” you said as you felt the tears run down your cheeks like they last had when you visited him in the hospital.

For a while you didn’t get a reaction from Jake, he just let you cry, until you felt his hand on yours.

When you glanced at him his face had softened, the anger seemingly evaporated.

“I know you are, and I know you wouldn’t have,” he started, brushing his thumb over the back of your hand.

“I’m sorry too. There’s nothing that excuses what I did, but I need to tell you why I did it,” he said, swallowing harshly as he felt your eyes on him.

“When I cheated on you I did so only so that you would find out about it. I was scared of what we had, how much I love you and what that would mean, and I decided I didn’t want to risk it. I was so wrong about that, and I’ve been regretting it every day of my life,” he said, scratching the back of his neck in anxiety.

“I felt like you seeing I wasn’t good for you would be the only way for you to leave,” he finished.

You were breathless but you nodded, having to process the information.

“I was so fucking wrong, and I’m sorry about that,” he said.

“I’d love to give you and me a try though, if you want,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I’d like to work on us, on me, but I think I really need your help,” he said.

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kpop-kitkat · 2 years ago

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Heart Vs. Common Sense | Jeon Jeongguk

pairing | bad boy!jeon jeongguk x f!reader

genre/cw | slight angst, fluff, supportive bestie

wc | 1.3k

notes | none

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Jeon Jungkook. The bad boy of Busan High. He was nothing different than someone you’d heard about in a fanfiction. He was a player, a rebel, rich, spoiled, rude, but also very hot and charming.

Everyone knew he was dating Alice, a girl from school. They were all over each other, and it disgusted most people. If you saw Jungkook, she wasn’t far behind him. They were stuck together like glue. But everything changed when Y/n, an American transfer student joined the school.

L/n Y/n was the top of her class in America. Even though most people would avoid her because she was considered a nerd, she was also the most beautiful, no doubt. Every guy was trying to get her in her old school, which was why she was excited to start fresh. The reason she moved to Busan was her father had gotten a job offer there, and he accepted it. She was sad to leave all of her friends, but she knew it was better for her family, so she didn’t complain. So she moved along with her parents and younger sister, Pria.

Nobody thought they’d ever see the day when Jungkook himself would fall for a girl like her. Sure she had looks but, a nerd? Why would he like a nerd when he already had a beautiful and rich girlfriend?

~~~~~

Everyone’s eyes were on Jungkook as he walked into school. Instead of flirting with all of the girls and strutting his stuff like he owned the place, he pulled the hood of his hoodie tightly over his head and avoided everyone, even his friends. Y/n didn’t care much for him, but she was a little concerned, since this was not ordinary.

Y/n shrugged it off, then realized she had the same class with him, so she trudged after the boy to science class.

”Alright be seated everyone,” Mr. Seo instructed. “Now, as I said last week, we will be doing a science fair, similar to the one we did last year for those of you who were there. Except we’re pairing you up this time, and you don’t get to choose, I do,” he announced, earning sighs from all of the teenagers who wanted to partner up with their best friends.

Y/n put her chin in her hand and stared out of the window, as she began to zone out. She snapped back to reality when she heard Mr. Seo say, “Jungkook and Y/n, you two will be a pair.”

Y/n froze and turned to her left to see a depressed looking Jungkook, who was unfazed.

“Jungkook, are you listening to me?” Mr. Seo asked with a tap of his pen.

Jungkook shook his head quickly to bring himself back to his senses and made eye contact with the teacher. “Yes.”

”What did I just tell you?” he inquired with a raise of his brow.

”I don’t know Sir,” he admitted, feeling defeated.

”You and Miss Y/n are partners for the science fair, understand?”

”Uh, yes Sir,” Jungkook bowed, and tried his best to avoid Y/n’s eyes.

He began to play with the strings of his hoodie, trying to find any and every distraction possible. Y/n was confused at his behavior.

After thirty minutes of revision and quizzes, it was time for partners to share tables. Jungkook wasn’t exactly ecstatic about it. Once Y/n got a closer look of his face, she noticed tear stains and bloodshot eyes. Something was definitely wrong.

~~Y/n~~

Do I say something? Do I stay quiet? Oh, I don’t know. He looks so hurt, I can’t just be quiet about this. That’s low for anyone.

”Jungkook, are you alright?” I asked in a sweet-sounding voice.

”I’m fine,” he hissed, catching me off guard. “Just mind your own business and let’s get this form filled out ASAP.”

I quickly nodded and helped him fill in all of the blanks of the science fair project forms.

“Is this good?” I asked, raising the paper to his face.

~~Third Person~~

”It’s fine,” he sighed, pushing away the paper.

He again crossed his arms and looked away.

”Okay, what’s up?” she asked again, desperate for the truth.

”Nothing is up except the ceiling. Now leave me alone,” he growled.

“Something is up Jeon! I know we’re not close and we’re exact opposites, but I’m your partner whether you like it or not, and I can’t go on with you being like- this,” she explained. “Just tell me what’s wrong, please.”

”You really wanna know what’s wrong?! I’ll show you. Meet me in the basketball court after school,” he said, leaving the room as science class was being let out.

Y/n stood there dumbfounded, but nonetheless, she would listen to his words and meet him where he said.

The rest of the day seemed to go by like a watch with a dying battery. All she could think about was Jungkook. She knew the reason she cared for him, she’d had the biggest crush on him since day one! But the two were far too different to be somewhat compatible. At least that’s what she thought. But maybe differences are what make relationships work. A life with no unique people would be pretty grey and boring, don’t you think?

~~~~~

Y/n tried to calm down her nerves as she stepped into the basketball court.

“Jungkook?!” she called, hearing her voice echo through the empty arena.

Soon enough, she saw Jungkook wave her over as he sat on the bleachers. She carefully took a seat next to him and folded her hands in her lap. She then looked at him, waiting for him to say something.

”Me and Alice broke up,” he said rather abruptly.

”Oh, I’m sorry Jungkook, I didn’t know,” she apologized, feeling bad for demanding an answer. She’d never been in a relationship, but she knew breakups couldn’t be easy.

“You should be sorry,” he frowned.

”W…what? Why?” she asked, confused, and slightly offended.

“Because you’re the reason why,” he said, as a smirk made it’s way onto his face.

”What do you mean I am the reason? Jungkook I never wanted anything to do with your personal love life-

She was cut off as Jungkook crashed his lips onto hers without warning. Her common sense told her to push him away, but her heart told her to melt into it. She listened to her heart.

She had to admit to herself, she’d never felt so relieved. I mean, your crush liking you back is a big thing, and not many people experience it.

Jungkook’s breath lingered on her lips as he pulled away slowly. “I mean I broke up with her because I’m in love with you Y/n. Of course, it’s not easy breaking it off with someone you’ve been with for months, but you’re worth it, I’ve concluded. My heart wouldn’t let me stay with Alice. It took me awhile to realize my heart was pursuing you this whole time.”

Y/n was pleasantly surprised by his eloquent confession. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

”I never would’ve thought Jeon Jungkook liked me back!” she exclaimed. “You know, I’ve liked you since day one.”

Jungkook pulled away. “You have?”

”Yeah! But I just never imagined the nerd and the bad boy would make it to a couple. It’s not very ideal,” she giggled.

”I suppose it isn’t ideal, but we’ll make it work. You will be my girlfriend, right?” he asked cautiously.

”Of course I will!” she rolled her eyes.

”Don’t roll your eyes at me!” he growled playfully, as he wrapped her in another embrace and burried his face into her neck.

”What will you do if I don’t?” she asked.

”This,” he replied, as he began tickling her sides with no mercy.

”I won’t ever roll my eyes again, just stop!” she screeched.

”Aish! Okay!” he yelled, holding his ears, pretending to be in pain from her loud scream.

”I’m glad my heart ignored my common sense today.”

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kirascottage · 3 years ago

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hey! could you write a fluff fic of lip gallagher x reader? maybe something where he’s protective? love your writing! - nina <3

always choosing you

lip gallagher x f. reader

summary: lip saves you while at a party.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: soft and protective lip all in one, swearing, alcohol, mentions of trauma, non-consensual touching (just the waist), mentions of violence, kissing, mentions of sex (1x)

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“Babe, this tastes disgusting.” You scowled while referring to the red solo cup in your hand. At your distasteful words, Lip’s head had whipped over to your twisted face, studying your wry grimace then looking at the poorly made drink most likely whipped up by a Sophomore that had no idea how to mix alcohol.

“Here, take mine.” Without a second thought, he quickly swapped the drink in your hand with his own, Vodka Cranberry. The drink he voluntarily handed you was a translucent shade of dull red and it fizzed at the top. Taking a sip, your brow arched in a consensus of the pleasant-tasting beverage.

To a family like the Gallagher’s, it was portrayed as a psychedelic for Lip Gallagher to be seen as a caring individual rather than a belligerent boy without any anger control. (especially to someone like Fiona) His emotional trauma merely enabling him to hide his concealed emotions from others, but like any other person, it took tremendous work that you were willing to put in.

“Hey, you wanna go soon?” His eyes naturally drifted around the party as he questioned you with a gentle hand sitting comfortably at your waist, his thumb moving slowly over the material of your shirt. “Sure, lower-class man parties are always a bummer.” You mutually agreed, glimpsing as to how his eyes travel across the room to a familiar redhead.

“I’m gonna go tell Ian, you good here?” His thumb pointed in a backwards direction as he walked the same way, you nodded in approval before he was off with his shoes tapping in sync to the music as he proceeded to the Kitchen while you stood in the living room against a wall.

It wasn’t usual for Lip to willingly leave you alone, especially in social situations like this one with intoxicated teenagers at your every corner. He once claimed a wannabe Tristan Dugray from Gilmore Girls would sweep you off your feet and carry you off to the sunset but you declared that would be spurious.

You picked at your nails for the first few minutes, growing bored as you waited, your fingers following the curvature of the cup along with the slight indentations and lines as your patience grew thin. Most likely Ian was stuck in a conversation with long-haired Milkovich, and he wouldn’t wanna leave just yet, his usual stall techniques including whining to his eldest brother.

Your evident impatience had swallowed you whole, eventually abandoning the remains of the drink at a battered table so your arms could cross in front of your chest and your foot tapped insanely quick against the floor. Now that tapping would've bothered anyone as the music vibrated through the drywall and the neighbours were nearing annoyance with the deliberation of filing a noise complaint.

As you were just about to set off to the kitchen, slender fingers gripped at your belt loops hauling you closer to the point your rear had struck the male stranger's chest.

“Hey! What the fu—“

“What’re you doing here all alone?” You attempted to harshly to move away at the poor tone of male seduction but the firm grip on your denim loops was restricting you from such.

“You see, I'm not alone so if you’d—“ You gestured impatiently to his hand with a curt glint in your tone whilst looking back at him; but, he cut you off with a brisk ‘S’alright, baby. I’ll take care of you.’ And no intention of letting you go.

You huffed with a squirm as his disengaged hand grasped at your waist where the emptiness of Lip’s hand had formerly been. “I have a fucking boyfriend—“ You inevitably began to yell over the music at the boy you could recognize as Clint Eastwood from your English class with a drunken smirk plastered onto his features.

This time it wasn’t his slurred voice cutting you off once again, it was a familiar rage-ridden Gallagher. “Get your hands off my fucking girlfriend.” Lip’s baritone became hoarser by the word as his hands hastily gripped at the boy's collared shirt whilst you stumbled by Ian who had briskly caught your arm hoisting you upright.

“Sorry! Dude, I didn’t know she—“

“Really? I clearly fucking heard her say she had a boyfriend,” His scowling brows drew together tightly and his lips pursed at the boy's face trembling in justified fear; as the scene grew larger with frequent yells occurring from Lip, most attendees of the party queued in on the scene.

“I guess idiots like you don’t know how to take a fucking hint.” Lip would’ve severely beaten his face in till Clint was due a trip to the ER but your magnifying grip at the back of his torso was enough to subdue his nerves and release the male off to the side and make his way to the car while gripping your hand the silent way there as the music grew fainter.

The car ride was silent, Lip’s hands gripped the wheel hard enough for distinctive marks to melt into the leather of the disk-shaped circle. He was well indeed sober, the only drink he had consumed was the one he had given to you and mostly full when it came into your possession.

When the car paused in the Gallagher driveway, wordlessly, Ian had left the car to give the both of you a moment, cautiously entering the chaotic household where most of his siblings had been asleep; Fiona being the only one awake where she had been watching a movie with V as Debbie laid on her lap. Yet, Lip hadn’t even moved his hands from the ignition; he had barely even blinked or twitched.

“Lip,” Your voice whispered, filling in the empty void of the vehicle. He silently looked over with his head slumped against the head seat, “What’s wrong?” Another whisper, your fingers rested comfortably on his knee.

“I just—“ He sighed, “—I don’t like the way he was touching you. Nobody should touch you like that.” He paused thoughtfully amid his heated sentence, clearly hesitant. Though, you remained silent as you were taciturnly aware that he was nowhere near finished.

“What if he wasn’t a creep and it was some guy that could offer you so much better than I could. I don’t want you to get hurt, but I also don’t want to hurt you.” His cerulean optics drifted over to his knee where you had been drawing circles over the denim, his anxious eyes remaining focused before you spoke up and his attention had diverted back to you.

“So don’t.” You offered a faint smile, “You’re not your parents, Lip. Take it one day at a time, if you don’t want to hurt me then you’re not going to.” You shook your head as you spoke.

“You could’ve knocked that guy into oblivion but you didn’t, and I know why you didn’t. I’m not gonna push you; Just take it day by day with me, okay?” He lethargically nodded in response, drinking in your words slowly as they enveloped his brain in a tight squeeze. Your monologue clinging to his mind as he would require those words later on.

Silently, you drifted your eyes back to the house, your eyes retaining on the Gallagher residence as he spoke. “Stay the night?”

You returned your head back to him and grinned in response, pecking his lips a few times before hopping out of the car as he followed. Trudging towards the wrought gate as he gripped at your hand, gently leading you through his house but pausing once to wave at Fiona which she reciprocated with a gleeful nod and a wave.

You had thought you entered his shared room rather quietly, changing into a shrunken pair of basketball shorts and a navy blue sweater both of which had belonged to your boyfriend. As you climbed the bunk, an adolescent boy had begun speaking with sleep lacing his words, “You better not be having sex, I'm trying to sleep.” Carl finished with a snore as he shuffled.

You both hastily muffled your laughs whilst cautiously climbing into the top bunk where his sheets laid messily due to him not making his bed the morning prior. You took very little time situating yourselves, the tip of your chin laying on his shoulder, and you were laid on your stomach. Meanwhile, his arm curled around your back and his stomach had faced the texturized ceiling.

You both laid there silently for a few minutes, maybe even a half-hour. Most likely Ian had passed out on the couch, and Carl’s snores had filled the room so it was a guarantee that it was safe to speak without any eavesdropping.

“I’ll always choose you.”

For a moment you thought he was asleep as well by how still he remained, till his face had carefully turned millimeters from yours. “I don’t care if it’s an Italian mafia man or some belligerent idiot from English class. I’ll always choose you, Philip Gallagher.” You muttered into his shoulder, a tinge of minor embarrassment creeping stealthily up your neck at the sappy confession.

“I’ll always choose you, too.” He whispered back, he wasn’t much for words but he could always muster up a considerable fraction of what you meant to him. Kissing the tip of your nose, he whispered again whilst placing his chin on your forehead. “Now go to sleep, or you’ll be bitchy in the morning.”

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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Not on my boat

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | whilst helping Sam fix his boat, during the midst of its progression, Bucky corners you within the old Wilson heirloom, leaving your friend and future captain, rather disgusted in the both of you.

Warnings | tfatws spoilers, mentions of death, some angst, smut, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, bit of choking, swearing

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Hearing the waves crash against the side of the boat brought a smile upon your face, as you felt the breeze brush against your face. It was peaceful, fixing something rather than leaving it broken in order to save lives. If you weren’t swarmed with the government on your tail about how you were not allowed to use your powers, you’d be living out a free and happy life with the man you loved.

You were enduring a break from your assistance on the old Wilson vessel, your legs plodded around its platform, as you surveyed every piece that was in progress. Soon it would be in tip top shape, and when Sam and Bucky’s relationship was on par with that, that was when the two of you had planned to leave. There were plenty of things the two of you had to make up for before you could reside in peace; one of those things was that list of his.

It was a ledger of the amends that he had to make, a reminder of all the lives that had either taunted his own, or he had stolen from whilst he was not himself. James did not deserve the grievance that he was pardoned with, he was struggling, that much was clear. He had lost Steve, and then he was forced to watch as the shield had been handed off to some wanna be cap. To say he had been furious at Sam was a deep understatement, but as said, he was making amends.

Sam was a good man, you had learnt that much from the time that you had spent avenging to him. You had yet to tell him, but you weren’t planning on going back to that life after Karli was stopped, you wanted to continue working in the small shot bar slash grill, where Bucky and Youri would visit during your hours for lunch, and remain in that partition of worlds. Having Bucky and normalcy was a fine balance, which was a deep seated structure that you deeply needed.

If you did not have that then you were sure you’d explode, and hurt someone, or break something. That was no longer your duty, the fighting that you had spent most of your life giving into was coming to an end, and you were more than fine with that. A civilian life sounded good enough, and something that you could definitely settle for, though, you weren’t sure that Bucky would do the same, you hoped that he would.

That gleam in his eye was far too noticeable every time that he looked at that star striped shield. It had brought him much pain, but it had been there in the corner of his sight everywhere he had went. And now, Sam Wilson, the man that his best friend had entrusted with it, finally accepted the mantle, holding it in his firm grasp, ready to become the next captain to walk the earth, and both you and him knew that he would do far better than Walker could.

He was already a hero, he’d been fighting the Sam foes as Steve for some time, that was enough to know that he was ready. His hesitancy had been understandable, more so after listening to Isiah, though, it was nice to see Sam take his own path on this one. There were pictures of his younger self assembled upon the wooden walls, he was with his sister Sarah. She seemed like a nice woman, a part of you wished that you get to know her better, but she wasn’t a buyer into the whole superhero get advantages agenda, and nor were you.

From what you could tell, Sam had his advantage right here; his family. Sarah was supportive of him, always aiding him necessary, whilst she simultaneously raised to young boys, that looked admirably up to their uncle, and feeding the kids that they went to school with because their parents had no intention to. If you could, you’d buy a replica of her life, her head was above water, although the boat almost wasn’t.

The boat. It was an heirloom, something that you did not have of your own family. Everyone was gone, the only person you had was Bucky, and thinking of him caused a light chuckle to fall from your lips, he made you endlessly happy. But neither of you could have the picture perfect life, and that was why the pair of you worked, you were each well aware of the restrictions that taunted you both, and had both been down dark roads on more than one occasion.

Things were turning brighter though, as the sun glared through the old glass, casting luminosity to stroke the high points of your face. A gently creak had your head diverting to the door way, where no other than James Barnes was leant up against, his metal arm pressed to the frame as he adoringly swept his oceanic pools over your form, slowly stepping closer.

“What are you thinking about doll?” He asked you, his tone genuine, as you sighed from his words, rubbing your eyelid as you felt a small itch. You puffed your cheeks, as you placed your hands on the super soldier’s waist, rubbing small and vigilant circles through his grey shirt.

“Too much.” It was an honest answer, everything was rattling around like pins in your mind, sinking in and letting loose to their own will. They could not be organised, they would only tumble about again, until the box was empty, though, for now, you had nowhere else to put them.

“Sarah said we could spend the night.” At his words, you hummed, taking note once more of how generous the woman indeed was. “We get the couch, so you best be on your best behaviour baby girl, nothing dirty goes on inside.” A small smirk crept its way onto his handsome face as you gasped at his spoken intention, lightly hitting the vibranium of his arm.

“Why do you blame me for not keeping it in my pants?” You interrogated him, glaring up at the man with a furrow between your brows. “You’re the one that corners me, a lot like this actually, so that you can get your own way and fuck m- oh, that’s exactly what you’re doing now, isn’t it?” You scoffed, crossing your arms and stepping away due to the man’s hormonal impulses. “Why am in not surprised?” You asked yourself, shaking your head at the behaviour of your partner.

“Hey, I’m doing us both a favour. Sex in someone else’s house is not exactly appreciated, and there’s kids, that i would rather not risk getting caught by.” He moved towards you, grabbing an ass cheek in each hand, as he pulled you closer by his grip. “At least then, there’s a chance I can survive the night, without being woken up by you sucking me off, or riding me.”

He was pushing your buttons, and he far well knew that, almost too well. It was his technique to get you riled up, that way, there’d be no dismissal of his current proposal, though, you continued to wear that adorable frown that he loved so much, and so, he gave your ass another firm squeeze, causing you to gasp against his chest. “Fucking on their dead parents’ boat isn’t exactly respectful either.”

“We’re helping fix it, may as well take our break on board, let loose a little, release all that’s clouding your mind.” He shrugged, knowing that his words were tempting you into complying with his lustrous whim, and so, to put another step in to helping his cause, he stepped back, reaching behind him to pull his shirt over the back of his neck, leaving his muscular torso bare, and free for your eyes to roam.

“That’s not fair.” You whined at him, not stopping yourself as you moved closer, and smoothed your hands down his stomach. “You’re such a tease Barnes, why couldn’t you have just fingered me in the public bathroom and waited until tomorrow?” A groan slipped from your mouth, as you peppered kisses over his warm flesh, tasting the sweat on his skin as your tongue swiped over the ridges of his six pack.

“Where would the fun have been in that?” He watched you roll your eyes, but continue to work your way down to his navel, stroking his v line with your fingertips. “We’ve had sex on a plane, might as well add a boat to the list.” Bucky remarked, groaning as you put your weight down onto your knees, looking up at him with your pretty eyes, as you palmed him through the denim of his jeans.

He could feel his cock stirring beneath the material, wanting more, eager to breach the layers that were keeping your tongue from rotating around him. But he remained still, as you swept your hair out from your face, the noise of your pulling down his zipper audible, as you sent him a naughty grin. The man above you licked his lips, breathing a sigh of relief when you tugged his jeans and boxers down, his erection swiftly bouncing up, the leaking tip pointing rudely at your face.

With a quick hand, you grasped his length, rubbing over his veins as you pumped him, spreading the moisture of his precum over his rigid skin, aiding you in your movements. As you proceeded to jerk him within your grip, your mouth moved forwards, your breath fanning over his balls before your tongue slipped out to stroke them, swiping up the droopy skin, as you suckled one into your mouth, contently moaning from the flavour of his skin.

Your eyes had shut as Bucky opened his own, watching you through a hooded gaze as you happily assisted his genitals, sending him into a crusade of pleasure as you used your well adversed skill set upon him. Your bottom lip ran up his shaft, slowly dragging along his reddened skin, until your reached the tip, your hands fleeing down to fondle with his sack, as your mouth stuffed itself full of his cock.

“Baby girl.” He breathed, his chest feeling tight as he stood there, practically naked aboard your friend’s boat. James gritted his teeth, watching as you effortlessly bobbed your head up and down half of him, lazily grinning as gagging sounds eventually emitted from your throat as you had him down the back of your throat, saliva slipping down your chin as you shook your head from side to side with him choking you with his dick.

Though he worried not for your struggle, not as you moaned against him, your lashes fluttering though your eyes were shut. He reached his vibranium hand down, stroking the side of your face with the cool metal, a high whine whistling it’s way out of your nose. Your spare hand reached up, cupping it against you, as you hollowed your cheeks, steadily breathing your nostrils.

A light frown covered your face as you focused on smoothing your tongue on his underside, causing Bucky to throw back his head, his stomach sternly clenching as he felt his balls twitch; and then, before he could fathom it, he was filling your mouth, cumming down your throat, as he pulled out, the last of his seed falling upon your tongue as he manhandled himself, feeling sensitive as he watched you fumble your tongue around your mouth, swallowing the mix of your spittle and his cum.

“Taste so fucking good.” You spoke, laughing lightly as you stared up and saw his dazed expression. Bucky pulled you up, his hand cupping your ass again, as he backed you up against the dash, your back lightly hitting against the window as he pulled at your shorts, whisking then down your legs, rubbing you through your underwear. His tongue explored your mouth, tasting himself as he located your clit, your arms grabbing at his shoulders to push him down, to which he complied.

His noises echoed through your mouth, as he pressed kissed along the top of your thighs, his fingers surpassing the seams of your panties, swiping at your entrance, until his prodding ceased, and he sunk his middle finger into your pussy, feeling you clench around him instantaneously. His teeth bit into your skin, emitting a squeal out of you as you harshly tugged his hair, making him rut his loose cock against nothing but the air.

“So wet.” He mumbled against your skin, as his vibranium snapped the sides of your underwear, letting the damp material fall to the floor, as he licked circles around your clit with his tongue, pulley airy sounds of pleasure of of your lungs. He slipped in another finger, his nose being pressed against your mound as you tugged him even closer, feeling as though you were almost there. Then you came, his fingers quickly exiting you as his tongue plunged in your entrance, cleaning up all your juices.

“Need you to fuck me Buck, please honey”. The man stood, stroking his hard cock as he teased your entrance. He swiped it through your slit a couple of times, before slapping his head against your clit, making your mewl against his lips, as you licked your essence from around his mouth. “James...” His cocky demeanour returned, as he watched you glance down at his cock, pressing your lips together in desire.

“Thought you didn’t want to fuck me on the boat.” He sneered dominantly, gripping your throat with his vibranium fist, giving it a tough squeeze, finding it endlessly hot as needy tears pooled in the corners of your eyes. Your lips pouted as you sputtered to speak, but you were just so hungry for him. “Guess I’m just gonna have to take pity on you doll, aren’t I?”

With that,he wedged his way through your folds, filling you to the brim as he bottomed out, gently releasing your throat to paw at your tits through your shirt. “Move baby, move.” You mumbled, your head feeling dizzy as your nails dug into the back of his neck, pulling him closer so that you could place tender and supple kisses across the front of his shoulders.

And so, he began to thrust into you, keeping a grip on your hips as he raised your leg around his waist, driving into you deeper, your head tiredly lulling as you chanted his name in soft and delirious pants. “So damn tight angel.” The soldier muttered, biting down onto your chin as he kissed his way up to your lips, abusing the swollen flesh a little more. The kisses were sloppy and downright needy, his vibranium hand held your chin up so that it would tip in rhythm with his movements, making access to the inside of your mouth easier.

“Buck.” You mumbled against his lips as your eyes rolled, your own hand circling your clit as you jutted against his exceeding administrations, one hand crawling up into his scalp as you let our small screams. You were indefinitely close, and as Bucky swerved his head around your own, moving his lips to nip at your earlobe, you came, coating his cock in your wetness, as he continued to hit his hips against your own.

It wasn’t long until he followed after, your clumsy hands trailing down to roll his balls in your palms being the last thing to push him over the edge. Bucky remained standing between your legs, each of your heads resting over each other’s shoulders as you felt each other, eyes closed, and smelling how the aroma of your sex wafted around you, like a personalised perfume.

“Hell no.” And the peace was broke, as Sam’s voice broke it. He had his hands on his hips as he shifted his gaze away from the two of you, unimpressed by what had happened. “The two of you get a break and you - not on my boat!” He practically screeched like a falcon at the pair of you, his arms flailing about like a bird’s flapping wings.

Although he was maddened, it didn’t settle well with you. You were too far out of it to acknowledge what he must have thought about the on deck dick that you had gotten, you were too lost in Bucky, the feeling of him still inside of you, and the falling of his cum out from beneath you both. “You know what, I’m outta here.” Sam left, quite glad to do so.

“You alright doll face?” Bucky asked as he pulled out, making you wince from the feeling of emptiness. You nodded as he reached for your underwear , leaving them be when he registered he had torn them, and instead opted to picking up just you’d shorts, pulling them onto your legs, redressing himself afterwards.

“I love you Buck.” You smiled tiredly, humming as he pecked your lips a few more times, combing his hands through your sex hair, as he returned the facial expression, seemingly calm. It looked good on him, the pair of you had momentarily forgotten your traumas, and it was bliss.

“Love you too darling.” He pecked your nose, staring lovingly into your eyes as he helped you down, and abled you with support to stand. “Unfortunately I think our breaks over beautiful.” He spoke, his hand upon your waist as the pair of you walked from the scene, going to fetch a bottle of water from Sarah, whom you hoped had not learn of your oversea adventure .

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Sweet Little Sister

Tenya Iida x F!Reader x Tensei Iida NSFW

TW: STEPCEST. I cannot stress this enough. If you do not like stepcest, skip this fic my friend. Reader is the Iida brother’s new stepsister and things get wild. All characters are 18+.

Other TW: unprotected sex, threesome, a lot of little sister/big brother type stuff, slight yandere Iida brothers, oral F and M receiving.

WC: 4k

A/N: Y’all have no idea how long I have been putting off writing the ending because it was HARD and I have like one brain cell. This fic has been the bane of my existence and I’m exhausted. I really hope you guys enjoy this. Please send me love....and snacks. I’m gonna go to bed now.

You fixed your skirt for the millionth time. You were going to finally meet your future stepbrothers for dinner tonight and you were a bundle of nerves.

Your mom had been dating a new man recently who she was head over heels for. They had been spending so much time together and he spoiled her, flying her abroad on weekend getaways all the time. Apparently, he had popped the question when they were in Greece last week and the two of them were flying in tonight to celebrate with both families. All you knew was he had two sons, both a little older than you. However, since the romance had been so quick, you hadn’t met them yet.

You were the last to arrive for dinner, and as you pulled up to the house, the house that you soon would all share, your jaw dropped. It was MASSIVE, nothing short of an estate. You knew your future stepdad was rich, but this was certainly a step up from your measly 2 bedroom apartment you shared with your mother.

You rang the doorbell, patting down your outfit one more time before the door swung open. A tall man opened the door and your eyes widened. His white button up stretched over his broad chest and you quickly pulled your eyes up to his face. He had navy hair, neatly combed back and a bright beaming smile.

“You must be Y/N! I’m Tensei!”. He pulled you into a tight hug and you were pressed into his chest. He smelled like pine and clean laundry and you felt your heart race. He let go of you and smiled, his blue eyes sparkling.

“Sorry! I just figured, since we are going to be brother and sister, we better get close!”

Right. Brother. This was your big brother and you could NOT think of him any other way. You forced a smile on your face, and nodded.

“You’re right! It’s great to finally meet you.”

“There you are – oh hello. I apologize for my interruption! I’m Tenya Iida.” Tensei’s brother, a literal carbon copy of him, just with square glasses perched in front of his blue eyes, walked into the room. You looked up at both of them, and felt very small.

“Tenya, no need to be so formal. Y/N is our new little sister, and we should be bonding!” Tensei teased, poking Tenya in the ribs. A bright blush crept on his cheeks and the two of them argued.

“I’m glad the three of you seem to be getting along well!” A man who resembled the two, only older with a grey streak in his hair smiled. Your mother stood next to him, the sparkly diamond standing out on her hand.

“Let’s get to dinner.”

Somehow you ended up sitting between Tensei and Tenya at the long table. Your parents were too busy being lovestruck teenagers to really pay the three of you any mind, and you ate your dinner in awkward silence until Tensei began speaking.

“Y/N, I hope you like your bedroom here! It’s on the top floor but it’s between both mine and Tenya’s so if you ever need your big brothers, we are right next door!”

You giggled, “Thank you. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

Tenya nodded solemnly, “It’s our duty as older brothers to protect you! We will take this responsibility seriously!”

You bit back a laugh. “Thank you Tenya. I already feel very welcome and safe.”

The three of you continued talking and soon, dinner was over. Both of the brothers insisted you head up to your room as they cleaned up, and your parents headed to their room which was thankfully, in another wing of the house.

You made your way up the stairs and opened the door that Tensei had directed you to and it was very...pink. There were pink lilies on the nightstand and a huge baby pink comforter on the bed surrounded by fluffy pastel pillows. A white vanity sat in the corner with a matching chair and white and pink dressers stood against the wall.

You supposed they were really glad to have a little sister and you smiled at the card that your new older brothers signed. You pulled your overnight bag open and searched for clothes to sleep in. The rest of your stuff would be arriving tomorrow, so you were stuck wearing shorts a little too small and a tank top that left very little to the imagination. You looked in the mirror. Maybe you could ask Tensei for a shirt to cover up, As if reading your mind, a knock at the door interrupted your thoughts.

“I just came by to…say goodnight!” Tensei’s eyes trailed down, before he blinked and looked back at your face. You could see his ears reddening and crossed your arms in an attempt to hide your cleavage.

“Um, actually I was wondering if I could borrow a shirt, Tensei? I’m so sorry, it seems that I haven’t worn this in a lot longer than I thought.” You laughed nervously.

Tensei straightened up.

“Of course! I’ll uh, be right back!” He sped off and returned with a large grey t-shirt that you immediately threw on over yourself. As you pulled it over yourself, you didn’t see Tensei’s eyes roam down your exposed legs. You turned to him. “Thank you so much Tensei. Sweet dreams!” You said, giving him a tight hug. He nodded and headed back to his room, passing Tenya in the hallway. Tenya gave him a curious look and Tensei just returned a tight-lipped smile before locking his door and collapsing on his bed, his cock straining against his boxers.

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The next morning you woke up refreshed and wanting to thank your new brothers for their hospitality. You headed out to the hall to see if they were awake. You opened the door to see Tenya standing there.

"Hey! I was just looking for you! Good morning Tenya." You smiled at him.

"Good morning." He said looking at you curiously. "Is that Tensei's shirt?"

You looked down and gave a sheepish grin.

"Oh! Yes, I had another shirt on but it was a little too small so he let me borrow this last night."

Tenya had an unreadable look on his face. You cocked your head to the side.

"Um...so anyway, I was wondering if you wanted breakfast? I wanted to show my appreciation for the warm welcome to my new brothers and I love to cook so it's my pleasure." You smiled at him. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, then just nodded.

"Uh...thank you, Y/N that would be wonderful. I'll show you around the kitchen." He said, placing a hand on your shoulder. He pulled back. "Apologies!"

You laughed.

"Tenya, please. We live together. I want you to feel comfortable around me!" You pulled him into a hug, your face in his chest.

Tenya's heart raced and he prayed you couldn't feel his growing erection. You were so soft and smelled so good and fuck you looked incredible in those tiny shorts, though he felt a strange pang of jealousy over you wearing his brother's shirt.

She's your sister. Your little sister. That's disgusting and disgraceful.

His head raced with thoughts and he felt so ashamed but the taboo aspect fueled the fire burning inside him.

You pulled away, looking up at him with those beautiful bright eyes. His heart thumped in his ears.

"Oh, good morning!"

Tensei's door swung open. He stood shirtless in a pair of red flannel pajama pants and neither of the brothers missed how your eyes were drawn to his muscular chest before you composed yourself.

Tenya glared at Tensei, who gave an easygoing smile in return.

"I hope you slept well, little sister." Tensei asked you. You nodded and thanked him again for the shirt.

"I hope you're hungry. I'm making breakfast." You grinned as the three of you headed to the kitchen. Tensei chuckled.

"That sounds wonderful Y/N. Do you need any help?"

You shook your head. "Nope! Let me treat you both as a thank you. I've always wanted older brothers to make food for and dote on." You giggled. "Maybe I watch too much anime but I always loved that idea."

Both brothers sat at the island in the kitchen watching you as you flitted about grabbing ingredients and utensils to use. You reached for a box of flour on a high shelf and your shorts ran up even higher, giving them an eyeful of the curve of your ass. Tensei bit his lip, and Tenya cleared his throat. "Allow me!"

You spun around, "No way! I told you. I can handle making my brother's breakfast!" You turned back to the cabinet, jumping up to reach.

Even though you had Tensei's shirt on, your breasts jiggled and bounced with each jump, and you made soft panting noises as you attempted to pull the box down. Both of them were grateful for the island that prevented you from seeing their cocks fully aroused now.

You, having finally gotten everything you needed, turned away from them again as you began to cook on the stovetop. Tensei had finally had enough. As you talked about whatever it was you were talking about, he slipped his cock over the waistband of his pants, palming it slowly. You just looked so fucking nice, and for a moment Tensei could see you as his cute little housewife and not his innocent little sister.

Or maybe it turned him on more to think of you as both...fuck what was the matter with him? He couldn’t think about it too long as he had more pressing matters at hand, literally.

Neither you nor Tenya seemed to notice he was preoccupied and you continued joking and laughing. Suddenly you whipped around to face him. His hand froze on his cock and he coughed to cover his discomfort.

“Tensei, how do you like your eggs?”, You asked innocently, completely oblivious to the death grip he had on his cock underneath the island.

“Uh...erm, anyway is fine! I’m sure they’ll be delicious if you cooked them.” He stammered out, praying you didn’t continue the conversation. You smiled, and turned to ask Tenya his preferences. Once Tensei was sure you were distracted, he slowly pumped his hand up and down his cock again. Precum leaked from the tip and knowing you could catch him, knowing you were less than 5 feet from him, only fueled his arousal. What would you do if you caught him? Would you be disgusted and upset? Or would you offer to help, offer to take care of your big brother?

God he was so close, so close imagining your hands wrapped around him, your beautiful face looking up at him, so sweetly, so innocently –

“NHGG!” he groaned, shoving his cock in his pants as his cum spilled over his hand. He could feel the fabric spreading his seed all over his cock and he felt uncomfortably sticky.

“Are you okay, big brother?” Your eyes were wide with worry. He turned to face both you and Tenya.

“Y-yes! Sorry, muscle cramp in my leg. Happens sometimes, Sorry!” He smiled reassuringly as the cold fabric stuck to his softening cock. You still looked worried and he flashed you a bright grin. “I promise, I’m fine.”

You nodded and turned back to the food. Tensei met Tenya’s stare, the younger man’s eyes narrowed to slits.

Oblivious, you plated the food.

“Let’s eat!”

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The three of you navigated your new sibling relationship as well as possible. You loved your new older brothers and fussed over them daily, cooking for them and doting over them any time they were home. Your mom and stepdad, seeing how well the three of you got along, often left the three of you home while they jetted to far off countries on lavish vacations.

The boys loved the attention from you. Their packed lunches, your soft hands rubbing their shoulders or playing with their hair as they laid on the couch after a long day. You were so sweet and beautiful as you flitted around the house, cooking dinner or doing chores. And those days where they would come home to find you lounging by the pool outside? Your tiny swimsuit leaving little to the imagination? Well those were just bonuses.

Those nights, as you slept soundly in your bed, on the other side of the wall, Tenya gripped his cock tightly. Your curves ran through his mind and he spat on his throbbing cock as he thought about you. Your soft touches and giggles replayed in his head. Thoughts of when the two of you were alone and you’d curl up against him on the couch as you watched a movie, or fell asleep on his chest. You trusted him so much to protect you and love you like an older brother should and here he was, fantasizing about stretching your sweet little pussy on his cock, about making you cry out his name.

Fuck, or when your cute little voice rang out each morning, “Good morning big brother!”. He wanted to hear you scream for him, beg your big brother to fuck you harder. He wanted to ruin you and make you his. He panted as he picked up speed, fucking his hand. His hips jerked and he was so close.

A noise came from your room, a soft mewl. Tenya pressed his ear to the wall. He could hear movement and another soft sigh. Were you touching yourself too? Were you imagining his cock filling you up? He strained to hear and made out your cute little breaths and another low moan. His eyes rolled back and he groaned as his cum shot over his abs and chest. He listened to hear if you were awake and heard nothing more from your room. Sighing, he reached to his nightstand to clean himself.

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Days passed and you had been in an exceptionally good mood. At first, Tensei and Tenya both thought you were just in a good mood. But they started to notice you looking at your phone more, giggling and blushing at the screen. When they would ask, you would mumble “nothing” as you typed a response. You also spent more days out of the house than usual, saying you were spending time with friends or running errands. Finally one night, as the three of you sat at the table, you spoke up.

“I met a guy.”

Tenya’s fork clattered to his plate and Tensei gritted his teeth.

“His name is Kaito. He’s really sweet and really cute. He wants to take me out to dinner this week but I wanted him to meet you two first.” You smiled, looking up at your older brothers who were glaring daggers at their food.

Tenya spoke first.

“Where did you meet this man?”, he asked, his eyes burning a whole into the tablecloth.

“At the store as I was getting some groceries. He helped carry my bags to the car.” Your eyes flickered to both your brothers, confused at the tension in the air.

“So this man just picks up women at the grocery store?”, Tensei asked, his tone cold.

Your skin prickled.

“What? No, of course not. He saw I was struggling and offered to help me. Then we got to talking and…”

Tenya looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“If you are having difficulty getting groceries, Tensei or I will join you so these men don’t prey on you. What if he had followed you home? Or attacked you in the car?”

You squeezed your eyes shut. How was this the conclusion they were reaching?

“Nothing happened! And clearly he is a nice man, as he wants to meet you and take me out.” Your voice wavered as 2 pairs of navy eyes stared you down.

“Is this who you’ve been texting?”, Tensei interrupted you.

You looked at him questioningly,

“Why does it matter who I’m–”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION.” Tenya’s hand slammed on the table.

Your lip trembled. Fighting back tears, you whispered. “Yes.”

Tensei looked exasperated. Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, he reached out to you and you flinched.

“We are just worried about you. You’re our sweet little sister and we want to make sure no one hurts you ever.”

Tenya reached out to your other arm.

“I apologize, dear sister. I just want you to be safe and unharmed.”

You stared blankly at the table, before turning from both of them and walking to your room, slamming the door.

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As your phone buzzed on the couch that night, it wasn’t too difficult for your older brothers to figure out your password. And it was even easier to find this Kaito guy online and threaten him until he agreed to cut contact with you.

After all, your big brothers would always protect you.

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The next day, as you read and re-read the messages from Kaito, your heart broke. You curled up against your older brothers on the couch.

“You were right.” You sobbed into Tensei’s shoulder, Tenya’s chest pressed against your back. “I should have never argued with you two.”

The boys held you close between them.

“Shh, it’s okay. We’ll take care of you. Your big brothers are here for you.” Tenya pressed his lips to your hair as Tensei pulled you into his chest. You could hear his heartbeat through his thin shirt. You felt Tenya rub soft soothing circles on your back and you sniffled, turning so you could face both of them.

“I’m..*hic* sorry for being *hic* so emotional.” You choked out, rubbing your eyes. You blinked and both boys looked at you. They both had such adoration in their eyes and looked at you like you hung the moon. You knew they would always be there for you.

You kissed Tensei on the cheek and turned, kissing Tenya on the cheek. Both boys blushed furiously and your breath caught in your throat as they each pressed a kiss to your cheeks, slightly closer to your lips.

Maybe it was the overwhelming emotions that filled you right now, or maybe it was always there, lying dormant inside of you. But you felt a tingle in your core and pressed another soft kiss to Tenya’s face, this time ghosting the edge of his lips before placing an identical one to Tensei.

Your body stilled as you waited to see what they would do. Tensei looked in your eyes before pressing his lips to yours. Your hand clutched at his shirt as he licked your lip. You opened your mouth to him and he hungrily tasted you. You broke apart, and Tenya took this opportunity to pull you towards him.

He slammed his lips to yours as Tensei kissed down your neck and collarbone. Where Tensei was confident in his kisses, Tenya was desperate. You moaned into Tenya’s mouth as Tensei bit a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. Your bodies were so close and you could feel Tenya’s erection through his pants, pressing against your thigh.

You pulled back.

“We shouldn’t...I’m so sorry, this is…” You stammered,

Tensei kissed your temple and Tenya pressed his hand to your cheek.

“Let us take care of you, little sister. Let your big brothers make it all better.”

Flustered you gave in to your body and continued reaching down, palming Tenya through his slacks. You felt his body shiver as you ran your fingers up and down the shaft. Pulling away from both of them you pulled off your sweater, revealing your body to them. Their cocks ached so much for you, and seeing you like this, in a way they had only imagined, turned them feral.

Tensei tugged at your legs, pushing you onto your back. You looked up at your big brothers and your eyes widened.

“You’re so beautiful.” Tensei whispered, his fingers tracing your belly. Tenya nodded, his eyes trained on your breasts in the lacy white bra you wore. He slid the strap down your shoulder and when you didn’t protest, unhooked the clasp in the front. Your breasts spilled out and he ran his fingers over your hardening nipples.

Tensei tugged down your legging and panties and you were naked before them, looking like a sweet lamb between two hungry wolves. He pressed a kiss to your lower belly, and you whimpered. His cerulean eyes met yours and you gave a soft nod for him to keep going. His lips met your folds and he lapped at your slit hungrily. Your hips bucked involuntarily and you could feel his grin against you.

“Easy now sweetheart, your big brother is going to take care of you.” His hands pressed your hips down firmly as he continued to devour your cunt.

Your eyes rolled back and you met Tenya’s eager eyes. His erection was pressing painfully through his pants and you tugged at the fabric, silently begging for him. He threw off his slacks and you could see the wet mark on the front of his boxers. Running your fingers over it, you opened your mouth and looked at him expectantly.

That was all it took. Tenya slid his boxers off, pressing the head of his dick against your soft lips. You gave kitten licks, staring into his eyes as best you could as you were still being tantalized by Tensei’s tongue. Tenya let out a grunt as you continued to tease his cock, slowly taking it deeper into your mouth. Tensei plunged his tongue deep inside you and you let out a loud moan around Tenya.

“F-fuck...so good, princess.” Tenya choked out, pulling you closer onto his cock. You felt yourself getting closer to climax as Tensei flicked his tongue over your clit. You gasped around Tenya’s thick member and he used this opportunity to push himself deeper down your throat. Stars danced in your eyes and your thighs strained under Tensei’s grip.

“That’s it baby girl, cum all over your big brother’s face.”

His lewd words, the taboo nature of it all, and the helplessness you felt as you choked on Tenya’s cock and were being held down by Tensei...you cried out as you gushed all over Tensei’s face.

“Mmm….that’s it sweetheart.” Tensei murmured as he guzzled down your arousal. Your eyes fluttered and you whimpered as you Tenya lazily fucked your face.

Tensei looked at Tenya and wordlessly, the brothers switched places and you were flipped onto your knees. Tenya’s thick cock was pressed against your entrance and you gulped at how big it felt. He ran his hands over your hips.

“Shh...be a sweet little sister for your brothers.”

Tensei’s cock was in front of your mouth and he tapped it on your mouth. You parted your lips and both brothers slid inside you. You gasped at the stretch and tried to turn your head towards Tenya, but Tensei gripped your face, and you swirled your tongue around his cock.

“So tight...god...such a perfect little girl.” Tenya groaned, his fingertips digging into your skin. Tensei tugged your hair as he plunged deeper into your mouth. You bounced between the brother’s cocks as they worshipped your body, praising you for being their good girl.

“So beautiful, Y/N. You’re so good to us.” Tensei whispered.

You could feel Tenya’s thrusts getting sloppier as he pounded into you faster and faster. He pulled your arms behind your back, so you were at their mercy. Tensei’s cock was slamming the back of your throat, and Tenya was fucking you so deep you felt like you were going to pass out. Your limbs felt like jelly and the only thing holding you upright was the sheer force of them fucking you from each end.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck...gonna cum.” Tenya breathed out, his grip on you was almost painful and your arms were sore from how hard he tugged on them. Tensei seemed to be reaching his peak too, as his breaths were becoming ragged. You swallowed around his cock and he let out a deep groan, spilling his seed down your throat. You clenched around Tenya and he swore as he shot ropes of hot cum deep inside you. The twitching of his cock set you off and your muscles clenched as you whimpered out. You felt like sparks were fluttering from your nerves and the boys held you as you came down from your high.

Your eyes closed and you could only faintly feel them cleaning you up and someone carrying you to your bed. Your hands reached out and you felt the bed shift as each man climbed into your pink bed on either side of you.

Content, you fell asleep between your big brothers.

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hotaru987-the-2nd · 3 years ago

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Mr. Steal Yo Girl

Toman!Hanma Shuji x reader

word count: 6k

warnings: misogynistic, calling reader a ‘bitch’, fingering, squirting, oral (fem receiving), not a writing blog...just bored

DNI if a minor please! You will be insta blocked if you don’t have ages in bio! Or some indication you aren’t a minor. Please read this. First and only warning.

The smell of smoke, alcohol and overpriced cologne filled the air. The faint sound of the thumping base of whatever song was popular at the moment, shook the rooms of the VIP lounge situated in the back. Sitting in on one of the sofas, as though it were his personal throne was a large man who boasted more girth than height, smoking away on a cuban cigar as he threw his head back in a disgusting, bile inducing laugh. The numerous ‘yes men’ around him joined in his laughter, half probably in fear that if they didn’t then they’d find tonight being their last night alive.

Why? That’s because they were sitting in front of a man who led one of the larger gangs here in Yokohama, Gotojiro Fujisawa. And he was a ruthless, vial and sickening man. A man who was just as quick to stick his dick into any woman that walked by as he was to gun down a man who happened to look at him the wrong way. He thought he was king, and no one could tell him otherwise. And what would a king be without his harem? If you asked Gotojiro, then a fucking joke.

Which is where you came in, his current favorite amongst his multitude of women. You had the “amazing” honor of accompanying him out tonight as his perfect little arm candy for him to flaunt to his lackies and anyone else who cared. But it’s not like it was new to you. For 5 years now, starting from when you were 18, you were used to being passed around from men to men. It was the life you were given after your parents sold you away in return for canceling out their debts. At first, of course, you hated it. Being passed from group to group as either a spoil of war, or as some type of bargaining chip. You lost count of how many “owners'' you had within your first year.

But then you realized it wasn’t all bad. As long as you kept them happy you got whatever you wanted. It was a hell of a lot better living in fear of some raid happening back home every day. And here, even if it was just your body, at least somebody saw you as valuable enough to be wanted. That’s more than you can say about your, barely there, parents. Still, of all of the people you had to spread your legs for, Gotojiro was the worst. He was violent with everyone, and he didn’t spare his fist from women either if they got on his nerves. On more than one occasion you’d seen him beat one of his women to death. And that was the least of his offenses. You won’t profess to being a saint, but with some of the shit you’d seen or heard him do, he was really a piece of shit even in the underworld.

Wanna know the worst part? He didn’t even have the curtesy to be good at sex. It’s been almost a year since you’ve been his, and not ONCE had he made you cum on his own. Usually beforehand you had to edge yourself so it would be easier for him, otherwise you’d either have to fake one or rub one out after he rolled over and fell asleep. And his head game?

Non-existent. He’s quick to push you on your knees, but god forbid he return the favor. The stingy, ugly, good for nothing, stinky basta---

“Pffhahahah!!” Another round of laughter unfortunately pulled you back into your reality.

The one where you sat snuggly into the object of your disgust's side. In a tight revealing, red dress that hung so low on your chest that you could end up flashing everyone if you weren’t careful. The bottom reaching only to your midthigh and would roll up with every slight movement.

“Those little brats aren’t fucking shit!” A cocky grin split across his face, his nose flaring and eyes shining in joy that could only be brought about by greed. “Can’t believe they got people shaken in their boots just from the name alone! They don’t even realize all the money I’m makin’ off’em!”

His eyes then dropped down to you, his one hand that had been around your waist, reaching up to grab your breast in view of everyone here. Ugh, you wanted to barf. But instead you let a saccharine moan leave your red lips and with practice ease made your eyes water. “Bet those little fuckers wouldn’t even know how to keep their own bitches in line. Isn’t that right? They would know what to do with a woman like you.”

You bit back the retort ‘neither do you’ instead nodding along. Playing the part of the dumb slut he expected of his women, throwing your arms around his neck in a plea for more.

“Look at you. So dumb for cock. Hahahahaha! Why don’t you tell everyone who’s cock it is that makes you so dumb.”

You giggled, fluttering your lashes up at him, “Of course it’s yours, sir. It always feels so good. Can I have it now?” Please say no. Please say no. Please say-

“Just a bitch in heat. Fine, I'm in a good mood.”

Fuck. If you ever got out of this and back into normal society you would seriously consider taking up acting. Because you knew if you didn’t put on a good performance -especially now since he was about to fuck you in front of his underlings - you’d be as good as dead. Maybe you should just let him kill you. A thought that went just as quickly as it came. You weren’t scared of dying, but you’d be damned if you let this loser be the one to kill you.

But right before your Oscar worthy performance could begin, another one of his subordinates came rushing into the room. Face twisted in panic, and a fear that made you think the world was about to end. And the name that fell from his trembling lips caused his palpable fear to trickle down to every other person in the room.

That name? Hanma Shuji.

Anyone who was anyone knew his name and the gang he was associated with. A gang that made Gotojiro’s look like a group of kids waving their dicks around in the playground. Which you almost snorted sardonically as it was the very same group he was so happy to talk shit about only moments before. For you, you only heard his name when Gotojiro was cursing him out for always riding his ass on drug deals or when it was time to collect Toman’s cut of whatever deal they had. You heard he was pretty high up on Toman’s chain of command, but outside of that you never met him.

Well, whoever this guy was it didn’t matter to you, but you were grateful if only that his appearance saved you from having to pretend to be a slut for some D-list dick. For now anyway. You schooled your expression from showing how relieved you were.

“Why is he here!?” Gotojiro bellowed, his face twisting with both fear and anger. He really gave meaning to the phrase ‘a face only a mother could love’. “I thought he wasn’t coming until next week!!”

“I-i’m not sure sir. But he’s right outside. He’ll be in any second!”

“Fuck!”

Ok, now you take it all back. Fuck this Hanma guy! Thanks to him you were going to have to jump through hoops with Gotojiro for the next few days! All you could do was pray that when his fist started swinging none of them would be aimed in your direction. The idea to get a head start on placating him lasted but a second before the man of the hour entered the room.

A hush fell over the room. One that prickled at your skin and left you on edge. Like you were starting only seconds before your death, and though you knew it was coming there was nothing you could do to stop it. It was terrifying. No one seemed to want to move or even breathe in that situation. Even Gotojiro was starting to sweat, his grip on your waist tightening to a painful degree.

Much like everyone else your eyes latched onto our (uninvited) guest, but unlike everyone else's your eyes didn’t hold that same level of fear. Yes, there was a level of danger about him that you had never seen or felt before on anyone you’ve ever met. But the main reason you couldn’t look away from him was because you just couldn’t believe that such a fine specimen of a man could exist.

He came strolling in dressed up in a purple suit and a black and yellow tie that matched his stylish slick back hair that fell over the left side of his face. There was also a long golden earring on his left ear. Behind his circular rimmed glasses were a pair of lazy purple eyes, half-lidded in what you couldn’t tell as indifference or boredom. Possibly both. Even the way he walked was with a confidence and lazy swagger that would make anyone think twice about approaching him.

He was completely relaxed, almost like he didn’t just walk into another gang’s territory. And from the looks of it he was alone and without weapons.

With the way you were drilling holes into him like he was a cut of premium meat, it wasn’t surprising that after giving a quick scan of the room his eyes landed on yours. What did shock you was the way your gut almost collapsed on itself just from a single look. You had to hold back a gasp. His eyes were the most gorgeous shade of purple you’ve ever seen. It had your heart racing and pussy clenching from the rush of lewd thoughts that suddenly rushed through your head.

And since coming in the first sign of amusement touched his face with the raise of his brow, but was gone in the next blink. Did you perhaps catch his attention? Or was it because you hadn’t blinked since he walked in? Or maybe the drool from your open mouth…...fuck that was embarrassing.

But no one could blame you! After seeing Gotojiro every-damn-day how was anyone supposed to control themselves in front of a man like him!? Hanma only just sat down but in my head we’d already fucked about 4 times and in 3 different positions. You rubbed your thighs together in what you hoped as a discreet manner. But given the way that flash of amusement returned to his eyes much more clearly than before that was a failure. Unfortunately you didn’t hold his attention for long and he cut those spellbinding amethyst to Gotojiro.

Fucker didn’t deserve it.

“You know why I’m here. So don’t waste my time and I won’t waste yours.”

Shit...you were ready to come from his voice alone.

Their conversation passed through your ears without much thought on your part. Your focus was on the way his mouth moved as he spoke every syllable. The subtle way his lips would twitch, though whether it was from annoyance or amusement by the ignoramus he was currently conversing with you couldn’t tell. You were just trying to commit as much of him to memory so you could picture him the next time you stuffed your cunt with your fingers. Your thighs clenched just from the thought, when suddenly his eyes snapped over to you almost as though he knew you were thinking about him. Every hair and nerve ending tingled under his electrifying, half lidded stare. It was like you could already feel his hands crawling over your body and you squirmed, only just barely holding back a whorish whine.

“Perhaps something can be arranged.”

Ok, now you were kicking yourself for not paying attention. What was he talking about? Why was he looking at you like that? Fuck it was hot in here?

Next to you Gotojiro seemed to perk up, and it was only now you noticed the sweat rolling down his flushed face. “Y-yes! Anything! I assure you losing our cooperation would only be disadvantageous for us both. I’m sure we can work something out.”

Even when he was begging he somehow made it sound like he was entitled. Probably thinking that he was just too important to whatever contract they had. It was only too funny how quick his tone changed when face-to-face with Toman. You saw the way Hanma’s eyes narrowed and grew ice cold as they slid back to Gotojiro. But while everyone else seemed to freeze from fear, you were trying to hide the way your pussy clenched with another embarrassing wave of slick that soaked into your panties.

“Make no mistake, I came here fully intending to plant a bullet into everyone here for even thinking of trying to cheat us.” That was probably the sexiest thing you ever heard anyone say. But you decided not to think too long about how it turned you on thinking about someone snuffing your current patron. “But I’m a sucker for a pretty face.” Again he looked at you, tongue passing over his lip, “And with a face that pretty, makes me wonder how pretty that pussy looks.”

The grin on his face was positively debauched, resonating so deeply inside of your womb that you gave a full bodied shiver. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t hide just how much you were dying to hop on his dick, and from the sound of the conversation you might just get your chance.

“H-heh, what? So you just want to fuck my bitch for the night?” Gotojiro guffawed tensely. Maybe in a ploy of false confidence. But his look soon fell when Hanma raised his brow.

“No, I want to fuck MY bitch.” He purposefully dragged his eyes along your body, completely ignoring the way Gotojiro’s arm pulled you closer to him. “That pretty thing sitting next to you is too good for someone like you. But I think I know a better place for her to be sitting.” He chuckled, leaning back cockily against the sofa, “And I think she agrees.”

He couldn’t be more right. You were nearly jumping out of your skin to sit on his lap that he had spread wide open to your hungry eyes. You also couldn’t help but catch the implication that he was looking to keep you for himself.

Now despite your current life as no more than a private prostitute for whoever owned you, you did like to think you still had some kind of self respect. And hearing people talking about you like you were just some object did leave a sour taste in your mouth, but when those same words were so silkily spun from Hanma’s lips, you found out quickly that any self respect you had was only as good as a handsome face.

“No way!” Gotojiro shouted, “I paid too much for her to just give her up over something like this! I’ll give you a night but that’s it!”

“That’s not my problem.” Hanma didn’t even look back in Gotojiro’s direction, “Either you hand her over and maybe I’ll give you an extension on what you owe us. Or I kill you all...and I still take her. Either way is fine with me. But it would be nice if you saved me a dry cleaning bill.”

That shut him up real quick, and his grip that had been like a vice on your waist since Hanma walked in slackened in defeat. Something that Hanma didn’t miss. Grin growing wider and with two simple words had you fighting yourself from flying across the 5 feet separating you two and jumping into his lap.

“Come here.”

Your skin prickled from the shameless desire that burned behind his half-lidded gaze. How long has it been since you were looking forward to having sex with someone? Your heart was doing flips and heat settled in your gut only to collect in the ruined lace of your panties. Still, for as desperate as you felt, you managed to keep a little dignity. Moving as calmly and proudly as your excitement would allow you until you were standing between his widely spread legs.

Hip cocked out to the side and arms crossed under your chest - intentionally pushing the girls up his viewing pleasure - you raised a brow. “Now what?”

The most delicious smirk played across his face, one that made you swallow thickly and your mind stall for a second. “Hmm, how about you start with dropping those panties? Gotta see if that pussy is worth hearing Kisaki complaining about letting this guy go.”

Your first instinct was to say ‘yes sir’ and just do as he said but…it had been so long since you were this excited and you wanted to play a bit. Draw it out. But more importantly you wanted to give him something to work for—to chase. If he thought you were boring he might just tossed you out who knows where and you could end up either dead or with someone a lot worse. No, you wanted Hanma to get one look at what you had to offer and get hooked from the first taste. With that in mind you got a hold of yourself and forced your body to relax.

Gotojiro was the type to just want you to cater to him, and stroke his ego. Look at him like you can’t live without his cock, and he’d be happy. But Hanma looked like he liked a little bit of bite. Still you didn’t want to go too far and make him angry.

So testing the waters a bit, you lifted your right leg and -heals and all- placed your foot on the sofa on the outside of his spread legs. In this position your already short dress couldn’t conceal what little modesty you had left. Rolling completely up to your waist and flashing everyone in the room with your lacy black. Hanma let out a low whistle and cocked a brow, unable to hide his toothy grin.

Seeing the lust in his eyes that were glued to the soaked fabric of your crotch. So wet with your slick it outlined your fat and juicy pussy lips clearly. Even your inner thighs glistened with your juices. Your eyes nearly rolled back when you saw his throat bob as he swallowed with what looked like a ravenous hunger. God you only hoped that unlike someone he gave head.

You cleared your throat, catching his eyes again and with a smirk said, “I was always told not to touch things that don’t belong to me and I’m not much of a rule breaker.” You let your lips spread into a sultry smirk, and lowered your voice into a more airy whisper, “I like being a good girl better.”

Hanma chuckled, “Plus 1 for manners.” Without hesitation his right hand wrapped around your ankle - a lot more gentle than you were expecting- but the first contact with him nearly had your knees buckling and another chuckle hazed from his lips. “Just how much of a good girl are you, I wonder.”

You hummed softly, enjoying the way his hand slowly moved up your thighs. Seemingly not in any hurry to get to their destination, but simply indulging in the softness of your skin as it gave under the strength of his long, calloused fingers.

“Guess you’ll have to keep me to find out.” You thought maybe that would’ve been a bit too straight forward but Hanma just smirked, as his right hand continued to make its way up your knee, to your thigh and stopping at your hip. His thumb hooking under the thin waistband while his fingers shamelessly slipped into your underwater to cup your right ass cheek. His left hand soon followed.

You bit your bottom lip, chest heaving from your increasing pulse as he played with your ass. Roughly squeezing and rolling the fat there in his large palms. You gasped, almost losing your balance when he pulled your cheeks apart to an almost painful degree, before smushing them back together. He did this for a while until you felt your body growing warm and impatient for him to do more. You wanted his hands to touch you all over. Leave his marks everywhere on your body until there was no place left unclaimed.

“Not bad. Tell me, what’s a pretty thing like you doing with this crowd?” He withdrew his hands, and took to walking the fingers of his right hand up your inner thigh. His left fiddling with your underwear.

You wanted to pout at the change of topic, but you saw the playful teasing in his eyes, telling you he saw through your desires and was dragging it out on purpose. So you held back, trying to feign the same calmness he had. You shrugged, “It’s a boring story. Sold to pay off a debt then spent my days passed around till I ended up—mn!”

“Poor thing. Must’ve been just terrible.”

Maybe if this god of a man wasn’t finally sliding your panties down your legs - you did have to drop your leg back to the floor but Hanma hauled it back where it was soon after - you might have rolled your eyes at the mocking tone in his voice. But now your mind was too wrapped around the sudden draft you felt on your naked ass and cunt that he just revealed to the room.

Not that you cared about being watched, but it still made you feel a little shy about so many eyes watching you being put on display like this. But that sense of shame only made your arousal gush more. Honestly, you had forgotten there were other people in the room until you heard some of them gasp.

“Fuck, just look at you. You’re fuckin’ soaked.” His grin widened when he saw how you squirmed. “Aren’t you embarrassed? Bet you were sitting there thinking all about how you wanted me to split this nasty pussy open with my cock.” He leaned in, and without breaking eye contact he breathed in the smell of your pussy—breathing deeply and groaning in rapturous delight. And a deep feeling of shame and arousal mixed inside of you, making your head spin and hips twitch in desperation. More. More. You needed more of this.

“Another point for you. Smell so fuckin good, baby. Can’t wait to get a taste of this cunt.” He licked his lips like he was eyeing the most delicious meal he’d ever seen in his life. The air was knocked from your lungs when his amorous gaze burned through to your very core with such greed and hunger that you felt yourself ready to fall to your knees and do whatever it was he wanted. “Think I need a better look. Mind giving me a hand. Mine are a little busy.”

The ‘busy’ he was talking about was how his hands gravitated back to playing with your ass, giving Gotojiro a front row seat to the way your puckered asshole stretched and twitched every time he forcefully spread your cheeks apart. But that was fine because you never moved so quickly to follow an order than you did just then. Idle hands shooting to your pussy and pulling the sticky lips apart with a wet squelch. Strands of your arousal webbed between your spread lips, dripping to the ground like a leaky faucet that just couldn’t be plugged.

The first touch, even if it was your own hands, to your cunt makes you whimper. Eyes wet with both frustration from just how long he was taking and from just how much you were craving for him to drink from the creamy juices seeping without end from your pussy. You even tried to push your hips forward but he only laughed at you.

“Patience. I’m still checking the worth of my new product,” His teased mockingly, eyes moving back down, growing darker from the sight of your pulsating entrance, sucking desperately on the air around it. “Aren’t you just cute. This part here looks like it wants something.” He cooed mockingly and blew lightly on your cunt. You moaned. Entire body humming with want for some kind of satisfaction.

“It’s twitching like crazy down here. And your cute little clit is hard too. Go on. Touch it. Let me see how you like it.”

You whined softly as your other hand came down to rub tiny circles around your clit. He wasn’t even watching your hands, but staring right into your eyes. Drinking in every single subtle twitch and change of expression. It was so much more intimate than anything you had experienced in--well ever-- and it made you feel more vulnerable than you had ever felt before. You blushed under the intense eye contact, dropping your eyes away, unable to stand it.

The sounds of his laughter made you blush more, “Cute. I didn’t take you for the shy type.” He looked down at your slick fingers playing with yourself, “Can’t say the same for down here. She’s crying so loudly for attention. Just listen--”

And all of a sudden the naughty sounds of your juices seemed to ring like thunder in the room. There wasn’t one person in the room unaffected, all of them sporting painful boners. And most of all Gotojiro who despite being just as affected was also seething red from anger. How dare Hanma come and take HIS woman away, play with you in front of him and to add insult to injury was pulling sounds and reactions from you he had never seen before.

Though Hanma hadn’t looked away from you once since you strutted your sexy self into his arms, he was aware of the greedy and pathetic stares of those around him. Especially that of Gotojiro.

But really how could he? Before he came into the room he was half tempted to just start shooting without asking any questions. He was already pissed that he had to waste his rare free time to come down here. But the second he stepped into the room and saw you in the room, looking like you wished you were anywhere but here and in that tight little number, he wanted you for himself. And he knew by the way you were undressing him with your eyes and continuously shifting - thinking no one would notice - it would only be too easy to get what he wanted.

“Tell me baby, bet you’ve never been this wet before have you?”

You shook your head, thighs trembling from just how much tension had built up inside of you. You wanted to let it go so badly, and that desire spurred your hand to move quicker. Eyes sliding closed as you readied yourself to get lost to the sensations of your slippery fingers working your clit. But Hanma wasn’t going to let that slide. “No-no don’t speed up, keep it slow...yeah, just like that…”

Again you whined but this time it was from frustration. He’s been teasing you this entire time. Face so close to your burning core you could feel every puff of air from his mouth. Eyeing you like he couldn’t wait to dive into your pussy and drink from you -- and really he couldn’t. But he wasn’t and that was driving you mad. So you pushed your hips closer trying to entice him to just give you what you wanted. What you craved.

“Haha, so desperate. You act like you’ve never gotten head before.” When you twitched he raised a brow, “You’re kidding?”

“Does that really matter?” Your impatience was getting to you. You just needed him to do something to you. You could feel the way your cunt twitched with every thundering beat of your heart, and just how drenched and sloppy your pussy hole became just from watching him sit there.

“Tut, tut that’s a minus for tone.”

You winced at the sternness that seeped into the playful sing-song tones of his voice.

“Though you said you were a good girl.”

Before you could stop yourself you threw a glare his way. Hanma narrowed his eyes, looking more amused than annoyed.

“Seems more like a brat to me.

Still maybe it did the trick because suddenly he was pulling your hiked up leg over his shoulder. The sudden movement almost made you fall, but he caught you. And with only minimal awkwardness he maneuvered you so that both of your legs were on his shoulders, and you were laying on your back in his lap. The nape of your neck just barely knocking against his knees. If you relaxed your head you could just barely see Gotojiro but you didn’t care.

Your body was pulled like a wire, eyes blown wide and chest heaving as you stared without blinking at the way Hanma wrapped his arms around your thighs and settled his face near your quivering and slick pussy. It wasn’t his mouth but ‘sin’ that came up, circling tight little circles around your clit making you see stars.

It was such a simple touch but enough to have you arching, and nearly cumming right there. “Now how about answering my earlier question before you started mouthing off.”

With such sweet pleasure coursing through your body it took you a second to catch his meaning but you huffed, looking at his stupidly shit-eating grin as he lazily played with your clit. Fingers alternating between focusing on your clit to dragging down and rimming your pulsating entrance. Gathering your slick juices on his fingers to help his fingers glide along smoother before repeating the process. But with each return to your clit his touches became lighter and lighter until you could barely feel it and you were doing all you could to feel his touch.

Eyes wet with tears that rolled down the sides of your face, hips bucking wildly if it wasn’t for ‘punishment’ wrapped around your waist to keep them pinned to his chest. “I’m waiting.” He was enjoying watching you squirm and how you tried to find your words through the torture. He chuckled at how you tried to fight the haze of your desire to focus on what he was asking of you.

“Does he know how to take care of a pussy like this? It’s crying so pretty just from a little touching.” Hanma sighed as he scooped another generous amount of your slick, licking his lips at how the thick strands webbed between his fingers and rolled down his wrist. “Just look--” He brought his hand down to your face. With two fingers he rubbed his dirtied fingers over your lips before shoving them inside, forcing you to taste yourself.

“Is it good?” Hanma dragged his fingers over your tongue and around your mouth making sure you got a good taste. Snickering at the drunk look on your face as your tongue ran over his fingers. “Must be.” He chuckled meanly as he pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, “Look at you, so fucking selfish. Pussy looks so juicy, and delicious. Wanna suck on your little clit and fuck my tongue into your tight hole. Hmm~, don’t you want that too, baby? Want me to slurp up your messy cunt, hm?”

You nodded frantically, whining around his fingers that pressed rhythmic patterns against your tongue. Pressing and fondling the entire expanse of your tongue--eyes fluttering at the feeling of his long fingers reaching the very back of your tongue. If you had a gag reflex you might’ve heaved, but when his fingers continued further back and you still didn’t show much resistance, Hanma grinned wider.

“Now, answer my question. If you do, I’ll give you what you want.”

The second he retracted his spit covered hand from your mouth you quickly complied.

“Ah-!! F-fuck no! He doesn’t! I have to suck off his ugly pecker and he doesn’t even think to return the favor! Shit he can’t even make me cum on his own! Please, please just eat me out! I haven’t cum in like a week. Want your tongue deep inside my pussy, please--Ahh! Oh yes--yes! So good--!”

It was heaven. Both of his hands gripped your thighs with a bruising strength, as he opened his mouth as wide as he could and gulped at the slick that pooled from your pussyhole. His tongue lashing like a man drinking his very last. Each delicious swipe of his tongue scooping more and more of your addicting taste into his mouth. And he moaned, eyes falling shut as he pushed his face deeper.

The moment Hanma saw those pair of pretty lips, glistening from your arousal he just knew that you’d taste fucking divine, and he wasn’t disappointed. His mind quickly spiraling, getting lost in your taste and unable to stop himself from working his tongue through the resistance of your entrance until it let him inside. He felt you squeeze around his tongue as he pushed in further, nose brushing against your clit, making you twitch against him.

A low growl left his lips when he felt your hands slip into his hair and press him closer. Your moans reaching pitches you never imagined you could reach. With every feel of his tongue against your sensitive cunt sent you careening further and further into ecstasy. He was brutal. Like an animal. There was no time for you to rest as he continued to assault you with his skillful tongue over and over and over. And it was perfect.

Hanma pulled away with a heavy sigh, chest heaving as he panted for air after being submerged in your sopping pussy. His fingers took up where his mouth left off, rubbing between your lips and dipping teasingly into your fluttering hole every time he reached it.. Dark eyes peering down at you hungrily, greedily watching your mouth fell open with a wail of his name just as he felt the wild twitching of your gushy walls around his fingers. “Haha, you came so quickly. How cute.” He pressed a kiss to your puffy clit and you jumped in his lap. “But I want to see you get even messier.” With a cruel light in his eyes he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly.

You were still wrecked from your orgasm blindsiding you --not expecting it to come so quickly -- that when he continued you still hadn’t recovered. You huffed and puffed, hands finding his silky locks but now trying to push him away. “A-ahh wait-ohhh! I can’t, s’too m-much!” The world around you was filled with your tears, and all you knew was Hanma’s mouth. The sounds of him drinking, sucking and fingers squelching as they plunged into you in earnest now, were so lewd and loud that you were almost embarrassed that it was all coming from you..

Never had you felt this good in your life. You felt foolish for thinking that you could make this man addicted to you. Because as his mouth and tongue worked devilish magic against you, it was you who was falling into the quagmire that was Hanma.

“Hmm, just let it go, pretty,” He spoke into your pussy lips, smacking obnoxiously loudly as he tugged roughly at your red and puffy nub. “Gonna cum all over my tongue, yeah? Don’t be stingy.” He leaned back a bit to catch his breath. His chin, face and neck wet with your arousal all while his hazy eyes locked on the way your pussy sucked and tugged with every ruthless, and forceful thrust of his fingers. “Ohhh, just look atcha. Hahaha, gonna break my fingers clean off.”

A third finger joined in, and your eyes rolled to the heavens feeling the drag of his powerful digits punishing that spot that had your toes curling and thighs spasming around his handsome face that curled into a cocky smirk, “There it is. Can’t wait to fill my pretty girl with my cum. Gonna stuff you so much you’ll be leaking for days. Like that, don't you?” The coo and smoothness in his voice would’ve had you swooning if you weren’t already. “I can see it now. Gonna be the prettiest little cumdump, for me….Fuck you’re tight.”

“Ahh! H-hanma! I’m gonna-oh fuck me I can’t-i can’t…! AH!!” You threw your head from side to side, and when you heard him suck in a breath before going back to your pussy, your entire body seized with a rush of euphoria you never felt before. Lights exploded behind your shut eyelids as you squirted explosively into Hanma’s waiting mouth.

“That’s a pretty girl, told ya I could get ya to make a mess. Such a good girl.” He showered praises on your still spasming body, affectionately caressing around your hips and thighs. Still lapping away at your pussy, but in a gentle way that was meant to help bring your down from your high. But soon those kitten licks were even too much, and when you whined out his name he chuckled, continuing for a bit before sitting back against the chair and letting you rest.

Your legs were still draped over his shoulders, and his hair a mess thanks to your wandering hands. Yet despite this, with all the grace and refined movements of a gentleman he reached for his coat handkerchief and calmly cleaned his face of you sprayed juices. Though there was nothing he could do about the mess on his chest.

He sent a smirk at Gotojiro who had by now shriveled up in his seat from the humiliation of not only your words but now realizing just how fake your reactions were after seeing you with Hanma. Once he moved your body, still limp and trembling from the effects of your orgasm, into his arms he stood up. Giving an amused laugh when your arms wrapped around him and you buried your face into his neck. Kissing and biting his neck while whining and whimpering for him to make you cum again with his cock inside of you.

“Lucky you Gotojiro. She just bought you another week. I’ll see you then…Next time, I won’t be so nice.”

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