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THE NIGHT BELONGS TO YOU CHAPTER 3

Blade x fem reader fanfic

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Summary of part 3 - Reader lives among stellaron hunters, makes genuine connections and slowly becomes one of them

Chapter 3 – Tangled up like branches in a flood

Between playing games with Silver Wolf at which Y/n sucked, ( but enjoyed them, so who cares) and conversations with Elio (she was told by Destiny’s Slave himself to refer to him as such after short time) weeks passed quickly and happily with Stellaron Hunters.

Y/n couldn’t say that she wasn’t treated well, her room was spacious and comfortable one with king sized bed and huge bookshelf full of grimoires, they even put up a little herb garden in her room. She had supplies for her numerous hobbies, yarn for crochet and knitting, painting tools, even her favourite instrument to practice with to Kafka’s delight as she always craved some company while honing her violin skills.

She was quickly introduced to her share of housework which wasn’t a terrible one, she got to do things she didn’t really mind doing especially those that others didn’t like, overall it wasn’t overwhelming. If anything she was too proud to admit but it seemed life together was much easier, at least no more triggering her sensory issues with washing dishes. With time her attachment to Stellaron Hunters grew.

They behaved towards each other like a found family and there was nothing Arkonian missed more than her own one. Maybe that’s why she loved how Blade and Silver Wolf’s friendship looked like? Each time she noticed them joke around together and spend quality time regardless if it was work-related, going out in disguise to enjoy festivals or parallel play when Wolf gamed and Blade slept with his eyes open next to her - y/n thought about her father and how they used to do that too, minus the whole incognito thing.

She wasn’t the part of their dynamic, yet it still brought her comfort. Even when she spent time with Silver Wolf Blade almost never spoke to her, despite his gaze always finding her and observing her every move.

- Y/n, would you like to play Tekken with me? Blade hurt his hand again, he can’t hold the controller properly. - Wolfie casually suggested, giving him a piece of bubble gum. He took it gently into his bandaged hand. Fresh blood was visible on white material.

- Sure, why not. Tekken 7 or 8? I main Kazumi or Jun.

- You like Mishimas’s girls? - teen teased her.

- What can I say, they have great taste in women, I mean... Have you seen Jun’s leg cutter move? So hot. - y/n didn’t even try to pretend she was normal about those characters. - By the way, what happened to our friend?

He winced at the word she chose to describe him with but didn’t oppose when y/n sat on the floor between his and Wolfie’s legs. She didn’t want to get the chips crumbs scrambled here and there on the couch stuck on her black pants.

- During the mission some glass shards from broken window cut his hand. Don’t worry, he heals much faster than average person, his curse does come with a few blessings. - Wolfie answered instead of the man, who looked like he wanted to say a few bitter words about such unwanted “blessings” that only delay his eternal rest. Unbothered by his grumpiness girl continued. - Here is your controller, we play the new Tekken. Blade just bought it for me today.

- That’s very kind of him. - y/n admitted. She only earned unamused glance from the man.

- He is way nicer than he seems to be at first, you will understand.

Out of 7 matches they played y/n won only two, but claimed to be good at Tekken. Just, you know, trying new techniques for fun and gawking at Jun’s design. Wolfie turned out to be Yoshimitsu main but tried Hwoarang once. Blade didn’t utter a word through the whole game but passed them snacks from nearby table. Perhaps those spicy shrimp chips were enough for y/n to forget how annoying he could be sometimes. Did she imagine this or did he really gave up last few chips from his bowl so she could have them?

***

Later, when Silver Wolf and Y/N were alone the former reassured her.

- Don’t worry about Blade, he isn’t in the best place mentally. He usually avoids outsiders like a plague. You are new here and we don’t know yet for how long will you be willing to stay with us or if we can trust you. It’s already a miracle he sits next to you out of his own will, I think he doesn’t dislike you. - girl grinned.

- I don’t know about that. - y/n laughed in response – Your gloomy friend constantly stares at me like he wants to see all my previous lifetimes.

Hacker cackled wildly at that.

- Oh come on, he’s not that bad. He is just... A bit intense. But trust me, he doesn’t hate you. You would know if he would. You haven’t seen him like that yet, he’s like some fallen angel of revenge.

- Sounds like I really don’t want to get on his bad side. - medium scrunched her nose.

Even more often she marveled at Blade’s friendship with Firefly, the girl that craved life but hers was meant to be cut short, while he craved nothing more than for his immortal suffering to come to end, he could find some hope for peace only in death, just like one of Y/N’s relatives back then on Arkona... Yet Firefly and Blade deeply respected each other, understood each other in a way nobody else ever did and took care of each other in subtle way. It was so sweet.

In general, y/n considered the way everybody here accommodated disabled people of the group without infantilising them or making them seem like a burden. For example – Blade let girls play on his phone, but when he needed them to type a message to somebody which was hard for him to do because of constant stiffness of his hands – he didn’t need to ask them twice even in the middle of unstoppable game. Perhaps the pain in his hands is the reason why he barely used his phone in general. He always spoke to the girls with respect, never let them feel inferior despite age difference, y/n chose to believe that the day he got his ass kicked by Sam was not the only reason why.

Firefly’s entropy loss syndrome wasn’t a tabu, nobody tried to pretend it wasn’t there, but it was not a secret that time spent together was precious to them due to her shortened lifespan. She was always the closest with Blade, yet y/n suspected the one who cherished her the most was Kafka herself. The problem is even if Kafka tried her best at being there for Firefly it only seemed to create more distance.

Y/n believed in Kafka’s good intentions towards her crewmates. She always checked on their wellbeing, listened to Silver Wolf’s ideas when nobody else took them seriously and she was the one covering for them in front of the boss when they ignored the script on missions. The way in which girls asked her if they can bend the rules a bit each time made y/n remember how she used to ask her auntie to calm her mother down later if she wanted to misbehave. Despite that, y/n believed that Kafka, so known for being completely fearless, tried to shield herself from others to avoid getting too close.

It came to her mind one day while she was cleaning and organizing Kafka’s collection of coats alongside it’s owner.

- This one might need to be repaired before it gets back into the closet. - y/n suggested.

- What is it dear? - woman furrowed her brow, taking a look at damaged sleeve Arkonian held in front of her. - Is that blood? I really liked this one...- she sighed. - Don’t worry cutie, the blood definitely isn’t mine.

While that woman was always charming, polite and elegant – she was also a mysterious one, doing her best to not pick up any personal topics. She clearly wanted company, valued people around her and in some way, y/n was sure she needed them. Yet, she never truly let go of her defences. She seemed to be honest with you, telling you things without sugarcoating, but at the end of the day you didn’t really knew who she was. She didn’t lie but she never opened up either.

At one point this enigmatic woman put down the last one of her coats and looked up at the painting hanging on the wall. Artificial light enhanced her facial features, emphasized her subtle expression. Kafka had that kind of sadness in her eyes y/n only saw in people who lost somebody who meant world to them, full of regret as if her soul could burst out of the seams under the weight of words unsaid, unconfessed feelings. Quickly, she concealed those emotions and closed the closet door. Y/n didn’t ask about it.

She didn’t want to pry, sometimes we need to let people keep their secrets, it’s a form of dignity too, like clothing that covers your body. Y/n knew better than anyone else – it's not a good thing to show your open wounds to people. After all Arkona left a hole in her heart that will never heal.

Still, she tried to fill it, went out to run whenever she could, hiked the mountains to feel the blood rush through her body. To feel alive. Usually Firefly joined her during those activities, when you know you don’t have much time left you try to make every day meaningful. More often than not she had to take on SAM form during those to not overwhelm her body. To Firefly having a chance to see the beauty of nature, of world around herself – that was everything, and she couldn’t bear the thought of losing it one day.

During one of those hikes Y/n sat down next to younger girl on a boulder and passed her a thermos full of hot chocolate. They looked up at the setting sun, while two out of three moons this particular planet they chose to roam had slowly showed on the sky as pale crescents. Memories flood y/n’s mind. She turned her head towards her friend, only to see Firefly observing her with understanding in her eyes.

- Can I tell you something I haven’t told anybody else?- Y/n whispered with trembling voice.

- Of course, did something happen? - girl seemed to be concerned.

- Back then, on my home planet I used to live next to the mountain, it used to be known in common language as Saintcross, our original name would sound too strange to you. You know what kind of reputation Arkonian language has. Whenever harsh winds and storms destroyed roofs of the houses in nearby villages my mother used to pray to Saintcross so it keeps us safe... She used to say it’s like a natural shield against those. I didn’t always believe that, cause in the area around them harsh winds were not uncommon but our home stood safe through it so I guess her prayers were listened to. Till the abominations came and split my mountains apart. - Arkonian’s face was wet with all the tears and she trembled so hard Firefly noticed it despite thick winter jacket covering y/n’s body .– Then there was nothing to protect us anymore. Nothing to pray to. Smoke covered sky so no stars shone above us at night and no sun was to be seen at day.

Firefly didn’t knew what to do when people cried so she just held y/n till she calmed down. Then she spoke as well.

- My kind was meant to live fast and die in the flames of battle. In my lifetime I saw my comrades die again and again, I’m was used to losing those around me, that at some point I truly, foolishly believed that I can’t feel grief. We were made to fight Swarm but we lived like a hivemind ourselves. Only our purpose mattered, not who we were. To some extend we were made to believe we were all the same, like army of clones. - she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Arkonian’s arms around her tightened. - One thing I really need to do before enthropy takes me away from this world is to learn who I am. Only I myself can give sense to my life. I was made to burn, so in this fire I will forge myself in any shape I desire. - ambition shone in her eyes with intensity of the sun itself.

- I am sure you will reach your goal, maybe even to some extent it’s already done. - y/n gently smiled.

- Why would you say that? - girl livened up a bit.

- I never saw anybody burn as bright as you do. Take in everything like you do. Embrace life in all it’s colors. All stars shine in the sky but my people always looked up to the brightest ones. You remind me so much of myself from my younger days in that aspect, I used to beg my family to take me up the mountain as often as possible, just so I could feel closer to divinity of sun, clouds and constellations. It made me feel so alive I wanted to scream from mountaintop. - y/n sighed. - Not to mention, growing up I had both a sweet tooth and tendency to try unconventional meals, I bet we would eat Oak Cake Rolls together if we knew each other back then. You need to try my favourite Anyżki cookies as well.

- Oh, do you know how to make them? I can use SAM's heating ability to help you bake them. - Firefly flexed a bit with a tiny smirk.

- Ummm...I need to refresh my memory, but as soon as I put my hands on that recipe we get to work bestie.

Firefly took of her helmet and put her head on y/n's shoulder with pleased expression on her face. They watched as the third moon became visible, distant howling of wolves filled the atmosphere. Arkonian felt like in trance, tranquil after the storm of her emotions drained her energy. She sobered up once the first moon begun to set.

- Maybe we should go. It’s getting late and I overheard Elio talk to Blade about something to do early in the morning tomorrow if everything goes well. - y/n’s voice interrupted peaceful moment they shared.

Firefly got up and they walked back in complete silence, no words were needed.

Y/n didn’t know if her friend told anybody about what happened, but after she came down to the kitchen that night to get some pills for her insomnia, she met Kafka who silently gave her a cup of hot milk with honey with reassuring smile on her face.

When she returned to her bedroom she found burning lavender incense placed on her bedside table, next to the small bouquet of red flowers identical to those Blade always had with himself. She didn’t recall putting any of those there, but was to tired to worry about that. Lavender managed to put her at ease, out of nowhere quiet violin music as hypnotizing as Kafka’s voice reached her ears and put her to sleep. For the first time since the fall of Arkona – she had no nightmares.

***

Humming to herself y/n cheerfully went to Elio’s office. She felt so much better after that night, her first one of good sleep in years. Right before she reached for door handle her mind was engulfed with vision of way too bright light that caused her pain and out of it stepped Terminus holding a star in his hand, complicated sigil drawn on it’s surface. Y/n felt her legs give up, she expected her body to hit the floor but then she felt the embrace of two strong arms, smell of fresh blood and Red Spider Lily flowers. Red, observant eyes of darkhaired male attentively checked for the shadow of discomfort in her eyes as he picked her up. She felt her cheeks blush under his gaze.

- Are you alright? - he asked.

She wondered why a man with such an attractive, manly voice speaks so rarely. Yet when he did usually it was a witty response or a sharp remark. Out of all Stellaron Hunters he was the hardest to connect to, even Kafka allowed her closer than he ever did. Always so fixated on his pain and deathwish, he avoided anything that could get him attached back to his life, with exception of other Stellaron Hunters. Y/n hoped one day this privilege will also be hers to enjoy. She snapped out of her thoughts as Blade got concerned with her silence.

- I just had a vision. I need to go to Elio’s office, he should hear about this.

- No way I will let you go there on your own, you barely stand. - Blade sighed. - Let me carry you there if that really can’t wait.

***

Elio raised his tail up in excitement while he looked at the sigil’s sketch in front of him.

- So that’s what Terminus meant by those words last week. If I understand correctly this thing over here might be a special charm, when it’s put on a proper mechanism it allows to extract energy from stellarons, this might be a true revolution. Can you imagine? If we could use all those stellarons we sealed through the years to our advantage, one of the biggest threats against humanity working in it’s favour. Do you remember prototype we build in hopes of achieving such thing?

- Yes, I made sure craftsman working on it were the absolute best I could find. - claimed confidently Blade. - I took part of planning it’s design by myself, nothing had a chance to go wrong under my watch even if I couldn’t work on it with my hands. Yet, we failed. Do you suggest infusion could help the machine work in a more stable way?

- That’s what I believe Terminus tried to tell me. There is no time to waste, we need to act without hesitation. Y/n, are you ready for your first mission for Stellaron Hunters? - Elio asked tho he already knew the answer.

- Of course. - Y/n hurriedly assured him. - I am ready.

- Good – he purred in response – There is a stellaron in hands of IPC nearby that we can try your sigil and Blade’s machine on. Grab it from the workshop and you are ready to go. According to my visions everything should go smoothly. I will give you coordinates of the object, you must attempt to seal it within machine and bring it here. Blade already knows this particular base, he and Kafka had a mission there last week. It should be easy for you guys to not get caught redhanded. I don’t expect many guards in your way. Two of you will set off without delay.

***

Blade threw microwave-sized machine at the backseat of the red, old-fashioned car and closed the door. He sat at the drivers place. Y/n noticed how he checked in a discreet way if her seatbelt is fixed. She didn’t want to disturb him while he was driving so she concentrated on the highway in front of her. Not even ten minutes have passed when he initiated a conversation to her surprise.

- Aren’t you shocked that I know how to drive? People usually ask me about it. Not very unexpected concern if you take my narcolepsy, suicidal tendencies and constant mara attacks into consideration. - his eyes didn’t leave the road the whole time but she noticed a slight crooked grin on his face.

- Not very much, Silver Wolf told me you used to be a blacksmith on Xianzhou Zhuming, Furnace Master even. I worked there, infusing their weapons with charms, so I know just how much effort and talent it takes to achieve something like this in such place, full of geniuses. I am aware you created many complicated machines during your previous lifetime, so naturally I thought you would be into all things related to such things. - she tried so hard to not say anything stupid but butterflies she felt in her stomach betrayed her time and time again.

- So you two gossip about me in your free time? I could convince Kafka to give you both some more responsibilities around the house. Separately. - he threatened but badly hidden smile on his face showed he wasn’t really upset. - How are things on Xianzhou? I bet those self-centered, arrogant idiots haven’t changed a bit since I last saw them. Always so proud, on their Xianzhou ships, yet completely delusional in their pursuits. They condemned me but their sins are way heavier than mine. - Blade laughed in a bitter way. Since when was he so talkative? He never spoke much, but when she was around the most you could get out of him was maybe a short sentence despite the way he looked at her constantly.

- To be fair the only reason it still stands is general Jing Yuan. - y/n dared to criticize Xianzhou as she still felt betrayed by them after people she trusted almost handed her to IPC – He seems to be the only person there that uses their brain for something, so he is used by them day and night, he barely sleeps.

- It must be hard on him, I don’t remember much from my previous life including some habits of my former friends, but from what I’ve heard his sleepiness is legendary.

- He is even called the slumbering general. - y/n admitted with a giggle. She hoped it wasn’t too enthusiastic. The thought of Blade somehow discovering her crush on Jing Yuan when she had a bit of a crush on him as well just didn’t sit with her right. Could you blame her? Almost every girl on Xianzhou Xianzhou was enchanted by talented general.

- Did they treat you well? - Blade looked at her this time, she knew she couldn’t lie under his penetrating gaze. He would figure her out in seconds.

- Yes, they did. I found many good colleagues in the forgery, but I never really became friends with anybody. I mostly kept to myself. The closest to a friend I had was Master Zhang.

- I don’t recall such name. - Blade slightly frowned.

- He was the one that warned me about IPC trying to get me, without him they would catch me without problem.- she mentioned Zhang with gratitude in her heart. - Everybody else had no issue with turning me in, at least from what I’ve heard. I guess current Furnace Master didn’t plan to stay silent when he saw what my enchanted weapon could do if he could get on the good side of IPC at the tiny cost of one of his employees.

Blade chuckled darkly.

- They turned their back on me as well. - his gaze went numb, he seemed to recall past grudges. Through gritted teeth he murmured – Out of five....three must pay the price.

His grip on the driving wheel tightened. Y/n wondered if he was about to get mara struck and how should she behave if that happens, when a bullet broke the car glass in front of them and flew right by her left ear.

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mariaofdoranelle · 1 year ago

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"Ah yes, betrayal. I'm familiar with that." but it is a mermaid AU

The Cheating Client

Written for my Drabblefest

I had so much fun with this!! I have almost zero experience with anything mermaid-related but I love doing fic research, so I thought, what do mermaids do in their free time? Do they work? Do they have an economic system? What’s the social function of every marine being?

So I asked my cousin (who does marine life research) for help. Yes, he did call me crazy, but he also told me about crabs and cleaner shrimps. 🤣 And only DAYS later I realized you were probably asking for a mermaid x human fic which would’ve been a lot easier to write lmaooo but here it is!!

650 words, no warnings

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Watching the dolphins play with water bubbles was one of Aelin's favorite weekend activities. Too bad the amount of merfolk it lured was so big it made her bump into some unwanted merpeople.

Rowan Whitethorn was close enough to fit a blue whale between them, trying to catch her eye. Aelin looked away. Just to look back at him again, watching him scan the crowd with his deep green tail and his electric eels, one at each side. His eyes found hers again, so she had to look away once more.

He chose this.

And when Rowan first came to her, wearing that cute grumpy look in his pine-green eyes as he complained his rock home was filled with seaweed, she should’ve known this is how their relationship would end.

The hotter the client, the bigger is the betrayal.

She totally forgot Rowan worked as a security merman in those kinds of events making sure the dolphins won’t be disturbed, looking very hot intimidating between his electric eels.

The crowd dispersed after the dolphins stopped this week’s show, and Aelin swam away from there to avoid awkward interactions. However, Rowan didn’t try to mask his intentions like she did, so he swam faster and gently grabbed her arm.

“Aelin, hi.” He gave her a shy, close-lipped smile. “I sent you a flounder, but you didn’t answer my message asking for the crabs.”

“I didn’t feel like I needed to.” She squinted her eyes at him. “I passed by your house recently. It looked awfully clean.”

Rowan’s face fell, his lips parting as he sensed the ugly truth being revealed between them.

Aelin worked organizing crabs’ schedules. Homes made of rocks tended to get dirty and filled with seaweed, so merpeople came to her to request some crabs to eat it off.

So imagine her surprise when Rowan, one of her regulars, disappeared for a while, and when she passed by his house, it was as clean as a cleaner shrimp’s anemone.

Rowan’s mouth opened and closed before he blurted, “I can explain.”

She crossed her arms, silently nudging him in.

He continued, “My friend told me about this hermit crab service—“

"Ah yes, betrayal. I'm familiar with that." Aelin’s voice was bitter, her stomach hardening with the knowledge that her favorite client was nothing more than a traitor.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, his eyes seeming truly apologetic at least. “If I knew Remelle—“

“Remelle?” Aelin shrieked. Her biggest rival of all people?

The end of her tail flailed, but Rowan stopped her from swimming away.

“It was a one-time thing, and I really regret it because she mistreats her crabs and…” he trailed, grimacing. “Her work ethic is a little fishy.” The ends of Rowan’s mouth twitched, but he was too smart to smile now. “Please don’t fire me from being your client.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Truth was, she couldn’t dismiss Rowan just because he looked for another crab service. He didn’t look happy about it either, but this doesn’t mean she wouldn’t give him a hard time.

“What if I make it up to you over dinner tomorrow?”

That piqued her interest. Aelin stood a little taller, eyeing him carefully. “Seaweed doesn’t fix shark bites, Whitethorn.”

Rowan crossed his arms, a playful gleam in his eyes as his posture stayed firm and strong, looking too confident for his own good. “What about Pirarucu?”

The air rushed out of Aelin’s lungs. Dear Mala, that fish was bigger than some whales. She snapped her parted lips shut, but still took a swift glance at his toned body. “That’s a hard one to hunt.”

Rowan sent her a poorly concealed smug look. “Anything for your forgiveness.”

“Good.” Aelin bit her lip in an attempt to hide her smile. “But you’re not forgiven yet.”

“Don’t worry, princess.” He cocked his head, an indecipherable look in his eyes. “I’ll work for it.”

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bratshaws · 2 years ago

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through the hourglass 70. brb x oc

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a/n: another day goes and i remain a whore

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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He was still wearing his jeans, his white tee and the Hawaiian shirt that she chose, all the while she was wearing that little dress that only made the hourglass shape she had even more prominent, looking at him with the same impish smile and eyes shining.

He just followed her, like she was the only thing that could lead him out of misery, to their garage, “Are you going to tell me where we are going?” again she just shrugged, waiting next to the Bronco with her hands behind her back, “...you are playing with fire,gorgeous.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” and she giggled, which already made his foggy mind snap into a darker place. He gets closer to her, purposefully pinning her against the passenger door with his hands on the roof, properly caging her against it. Beatrice didn’t mind, in fact she just bit her lower lip looking up at him.

“How late can we be to this dinner of yours?” he questions, pressing soft kisses all over her neck and jaw, nuzzling her skin, “Because I think we can be fashionably late.”

Beatrice slid her hands up his chest until they touched his nape, playing with the ends of his hair and gently scraping the skin underneath, just enough to make her husband tremble in her grasp, “There’s no need to worry,” she whispered, “Because it’s not…really a restaurant, per se.”

He frowns against her neck, slowly lifting his head to meet her eyes, “What?”

“If I tell you more I’ll just ruin the surprise.” she smiles, tapping his lips with her index finger, “And I know you love surprises.”

Oh she was going to ruin him, he knew it. Rooster’s eyelids lowered, his pupils enlarged as she said that and he could only imagine what this surprise of hers was. He stepped back to allow her to get inside the car, watching with complete pure hunger before he moved to the driver’s side himself.

Once inside, he just gave her another look, “...tell me about the surprise.”

“Nope.”

“Come on.”

“I can’t do that.” and she crossed her arms, “It’s all about the expectation.”

Bradley pouted a bit, the mix of raw sexual tension and his own curiosity mixing in his brain. He turned the car on, the garage door slowly opening to reveal their street before he looked back at her, “...give me a hint at least.”

“Nope.” she smiles, “Be patient.”

“I am patient, when time calls for it.” he murmured, backing out from the garage onto the street - the three dogs were peeking from the window next to the door, with Eleanor pushing her pink snout onto the glass, creating little condensation spots - giving one last look on the lane to check if there were no other cars coming, “And right now I just need something.”

“You will get something.” she says, “When we get there.”

Rooster just pursed his lips and then chuckled, with a quiet ‘alright’ leaving his lips. She just told him where to go, where to turn, and he had to admit he wasn’t quite sure where exactly she was taking him because the more he drove the closer to the beach they got. He frowned a bit when he noticed that, yes,they were getting closer to the beach.

Was that…Shells?

“Wait…what is-” his wife just shushed him, patting his shoulder then telling him to park the car right next to Shells herself. The blonde had her hands on her hips and was smirking at the two.

Beatrice stepped out first, with her husband following a few minutes behind because he was still trying to understand what was happening. He waited by the door with his eyes narrowed, seeing Shells handing Beatrice something and then gesturing to the vast emptiness of the beach itself before he heard a ‘thanks Shells.’

The blonde woman just gave her friend a look, playfully punching her shoulder before she turned to Rooster, slapping his own shoulder twice, “Have fun out there, Chanticleer.” she chuckles, “And try to not get sand anywhere.” He looked over his shoulder to where Shells walked to, her car parked away and almost hidden from view were it not for the moonlight touching the silver roof.

He just turned his confused gaze to Beatrice, jutting his thumb to where the blonde disappeared to, “What was this about?”

“Shells just helped me with something.”

“...Bea.”

“Your surprise is almost there, oh!” she laughs while stepping behind him, standing on her tiptoes to cover his eyes. He lets out a sound of surprise but laughs, even curving himself a bit because of her height, “No peeking.”

“Baby, you have to-” he fixed her hands over his eyes, “Okay, there, comfortable?” she hums positively, “Alright, so where to now, missy?”

“Walk ahead.” she orders gently, “And I’ll guide you all the way.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to just hold my hand and I keep my eyes closed?”

“That was the plan,” she begins, “But you were asking too many questions and I had to change it.”

Ah.

Bradley just sighed humorously, “Fine. Just don’t want you hurting yourself.” he feels her kissing the back of his neck and he has to hold back the happy grunt, only following her orders as she leads him ahead.

The sea breeze, amazingly, wasn't that cold even if it was October and the ocean was incredibly calm considering it was already nighttime. They walked for a few minutes, Beatrice sometimes losing her hold on his eyes only to cover them again so he wouldn’t see and chastised him with a laugh when he commented they should just trade places if there was something wrong.

“A little more…okay stop.” he does, feeling the breeze touch his skin and flap his shirt, “Now, keep them closed, I’ll remove my hands.” the pressure of her palms disappeared from his eyes and he heard the sand crunching under her feet as she walked around him, “Okay…open them!”

He blinks, his vision returning to normal quickly, sharpening the colorful blobs to the scenery in front of him. Beatrice stood in front of a blanket on the sand, a blanket that had candles and was partially hidden by some large rocks that added the idea of privacy in such a large beach. He blinked again, this time not understanding what he was seeing, looking back to check how far they walked and where exactly they were, “...well,” he chuckles in disbelief, “This…is pretty nice.”

“Isn’t it?” she smiles, clapping her hands, “I asked Shells to help me with it a few days back and I just had to find the perfect spot.”

There was a bottle of wine peeking out of the basket, it was like their own personal nocturnal picnic, “And the weather is great too.” she says, “I’m not even cold.” It was partially a lie because he could see the goosebumps on her arms but she was probably too excited to notice “Come on,come on, sit down!”

She takes hold of his hand, leading him forward and making him sit down on the blanket, the candles were actually tiny lights, almost like fairy lights that were battery powered. He picked one up only to see it was connected to the rest but the wire was hidden under the sand and since he didn’t want to ruin her project he just put it down again, “It’s amazing.” he saw Beatrice sit down next to him, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and opening the picnic basket.

“I was actually thinking what I could do for you.” she begins, rummaging the basket a bit, “I thought ‘hm I could take Roos to dinner!’ but then I thought ‘no we’d just end up making fun of rich people most of the time’ and then-then I thought, ‘oh i know! The beach is pretty nice, I could do something there.” she pulls out two wine glasses, “And I was thinking about a perfect spot, kinda secluded but not…too secluded…oh and far from the shore! So there’s no fear of water coming towards us.” she hands him one of the glasses, this time paying attention to the wine bottle, holding an opener with her free hand…while the hand holding the bottle had the bottom of her wine glass between her middle and index finger.

“Gorgeous.”

“Yeah?”

He smiles, grabbing the bottle and the opener from her, “I can do this one for you.”

Beatrice pouted but let him do it, holding his own glass as she kept on explaining everything she did. Honestly, Rooster wasn’t paying that much attention because he was distracted by her. It was so strange and yet amazing that not only they’ve been together for quite a while now, but they were also parents and she still made his heart beat faster. Beatrice, with her brown hair and green eyes, flowy dress and gentle smile reminded him of the muse statue that Marcus sent her.

What was it again? Erato? Muse of love and lyric poetry? That was it,right?

There were times that he still couldn’t understand how someone like her, someone with such a kind heart and gentle soul entered his life. The ring on his finger weighed but never to sink him into the depths as some people unfortunately liked to ‘joke’ about it, no he felt…it was like when you are under the covers during heavy winter and there’s this comforting feeling that holds you onto the bed.

That was Beatrice.

And she was holding both wine glasses,now filled, with the same angelic smile that made his stomach somersault, her mouth closed and waiting for him to say something back, “You look like a song.” it was the first thing that came out, even after her whole explanation, all he could say was those words.

Words that he never once said before, which made Beatrice stare at him with her smile only widening and cheeks turning red, “...yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” she hands him one of the glasses, setting the other next to her as she grabs their dinner from inside the basket, “What song?”

He looks at her for a little while longer, lips quirking into a smirk that was soft and alluring at the same time, “...hm.” he swirls the red beverage inside his glass for a few seconds, “La Vie en Rose.”

“...La Vie en Rose?’

“Yes, from Edith Piaf, but I grew up listening to the Louis Armstrong version.”

Beatrice’s cheeks get even redder, her smile turning shy as she looks down at the basket, still trying to find their dinner and doing so while flustered was a bit hard.

“I found the record one time,” he continues, “When I was a kid, hidden…somewhere in the house…and my mom told me that one day I’d find someone who made me feel like the song.” Beatrice’s eyes shone and she sniffled quietly, “And what do you know, I did.”

“God, you are going to make me cry,” she throws an accusatory finger his way, but she’s smiling, “That wasn’t part of the plan!” another sniffle, followed by a breathy giggle, then an inhale to get herself together, “You are too smooth.”

“My wife likes to think so.”

“Your wife knows so.” she smiles, finally grabbing what she was looking for, “I have to admit, it’s…just our lunch but I added some other things. You know I thought it’d be interesting, we have some more parmesan, we also have some crackers if you want to, there’s also dessert for later.”

Bradley just turns to face her fully, “You know that I don’t mind it. I’d like anything.” she knew, but she wanted to tell him about it.

And they had their dinner while watching the waves crash in the distance. He knew Beatrice was a romantic, she usually kept her ideas to herself, it was how she worked…maybe it was still part of her own traumas, her fear of sharing her dreams and opinions,even to him because of fear of humiliation…but he also didn’t mind it because it always meant she’d surprise him as she often does.

There was something so precious in that too. She told him back when they started dating ‘I just want to keep you a little longer’ before he met her family…and he wondered if that was still inside of her. These little moments, these times together away from everyone, just the two of them was important and maybe even needed for her.

Watching her laugh and the two share things that for many would be useless, hell maybe other couples wouldn’t understand why they found just the random things…but it did work and neither could live without these chitchats.

Rooster watched Beatrice check her phone after their dinner was long gone, digestion already taking place and they were on their third glass of wine, “Nikki is fine.” she says, showing the screen to him, “Michael came over.”

Cue to a picture of Michael holding Nicole like a machine gun and their daughter laughing hysterically, “She seems to be having fun.”

“She does.” Bea smiles, looking back down at it,”She’s a good baby who loves to have fun.”

“Well,she has fun parents.”

Beatrice hummed, sipping more of her wine, the red staining her already reddish pink lips and his eyes following the way her throat moved when she swallowed it, eyes looking up to the sky, “...look,it’s Capricorn.”

Rooster’s own eyes moved up, he still had no idea where the constellation was, but the feelings he was having because of this conversation were worth it. She was wearing the same dress, the conversation was extremely similar to the one back then and he couldn’t help the grin on his face, “I still know shit about it.”

“I told you a little bit about it,Roos.”

“No,” he corrects, the index finger from the hand holding the glass up lifted to prove a point, “You said my sign is the crab.” he says,drinking more wine.

“It’s cancer.”

“Yeah, the crab.”

Beatrice sputters a laugh, “You are terrible.”

“But it is a crab.”

Another eye roll from her, tossing a napkin on his chest only for the little paper ball to bounce off his pecs onto the sand. He chuckled, grabbing it to throw inside the basket as he gave her an amused look, “Okay, fine, cancer. That’s my sign…what’s yours again?”

“Aquarius.”

“Oh, oh that’s nice then, two signs that are similar.” he smiles, “Looks like it was meant to be.”

Beatrice smiles, bringing the glass to her lips but not drinking anything, “Actually I’m an air sign and you a water sign.” she explains and her husband just looks confused, “And apparently we are…the worst kind of relationships in the zodiac…because we can’t talk, there’s nothing in common between us-”

“Shut up.”

“-And the sex is just awful.” she gives him a look by the corner of her eye, her mouth going up in a smirk, “I remember reading once that…’the sex between these two signs could be considered an earthquake of stress and confusion.’”

Rooster just stared at her, lips moving as if to speak but no words came out, he just looked stupefied. “...that…is some bullshit.” she laughed, finally drinking the wine, “...what the fuck, that’s literally the opposite of what we are.” she hums in agreement, setting the empty glass aside, holding herself upright on top of the blanket,”And the sex? Awful??? I want to talk to whoever wrote that because that is the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.”

He sounded really worked up by it and she couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that came out of her. Rooster was too busy glowering at the sand to notice her crawling towards him, only seeing her there when she climbed on his lap, “I know right?” her arms wrapped around his neck, “It’s so…strange.”

Whatever he was thinking about before was now gone, because he just placed his glass, blindly into the basket, “It is fuckin’ crazy.” his hands already slid to her thighs, “So this was the plan, huh?”

“Sort of.”

“Sort of,she says.” his hands get higher and higher, “You and your little ideas that just amuse me more and more,” fingers now nearing the crease of her hip and thigh. She bites her lip when his hands stop, almost as if he was suddenly hit with lightning, he was frozen solid…because he didn’t feel her underwear touching his fingers.

“Did something happen,Brad?” she giggles, shoulders shaking and hands cupping his cheeks, her wine stained lips nearing his, “You look so surprised.”

But her husband, whose pupils were blown wide and the brown of his irises turned into a thin ring around them, just heaved his chest. His lungs felt on fire and he was about to explode, “You,” he laughs, albeit almost strained, digging his hands on the bare skin of her ass, “Are going to kill me one of these days.”

“I would never.” she smiles, biting her lower lip with one of her hands going down his chest, until she reaches his belt. There was a flash of hesitation in her eyes, her lips bouncing off from between the teeth as she looked up at him, “Is this too much?” he just looks at her, his face flushed and ready to rip his clothes off, “I…I wanted,well, you know…hah, it’s–we never talked about this and it’s,I–”

“Is it a fantasy of yours?” Beatrice shamefully looks away and nods, “...public…places?” his own voice sounds strained.

“I mean…sort of, this is public but private because,” she points to the large rocks surrounding them, “of the rocks and such but…yeah,I-I’ve always wanted to try.”

Rooster inhaled shakily, letting out a disbelieved laugh before he shrugged off his outer shirt, shoving it inside the basket that was now pretty much empty “Gorgeous,” he begins, with a gentle shake of his head, “You don’t have to worry about shit like that, I like it…now let’s just-” he pushes the basket away to give them enough space to lie down, “You first.”

Beatrice blushed but nodded, immediately relieved because of his response, sliding off his lap to land on the dark colored blanket, hair spilling on her sides and some strands touching the sand. He was kind enough to pull those strands back onto the soft fabric, standing on his knees above her.

She just watched him pull off the tight white tee, balling it up to toss inside the vine basket as well. The night and the moonlight gave him such an ethereal glow that Beatrice couldn’t help the gasp that left her lips, the defined muscles shining, making it seem like he was made of some precious stone that was too expensive to touch.

But oh, she was going to touch him.

Rooster unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, but didn’t pull them off all the way yet, the dark fabric of his cotton briefs making enough of an appearance for Beatrice to see the white elastic that kept it tight around his hips. She knew he was looking at her, more specifically at the very area he was closest to, then back into her eyes…and since she didn’t feel like wasting more time, she just pulled the dress up and off her body, leaving her completely exposed “This…” she begins, a smidge of anxiety curling into her stomach, her fingers curling by her sides, “This is…really…strange…but good.”

“You feeling okay?”

“Mhm,I just…” she inhales, “I’m trying to understand that this was my idea and I shouldn’t be too worried because Shells talked to me about this area and no one comes here–”

“Oh, that can be easily resolved.” It takes a minute, just one minute, for Beatrice to understand what he said. She just squeaked, covering her face with her hands and laughing against her palms, “I can make you come several times.”

“Roos…you know what I mean.”

“Course I do.” he scoffs, shaking his head, then leans down to press a trail of hot wet kisses on her thighs, “But,” his tongue comes out to leave a trail from her knee to her hip bone, “Where’s the fun in that?” another kiss, higher this time, earning a gentle sigh from her, “I just love that you wanna do this.”

“R-Really?”

He snorts, lying on his stomach and parting her legs with his hands, placing them on his shoulders, “Baby,” he begins and the warm breath makes her center clench already,”I’m about to eat you out, under the moonlight, on a beach…you better fuckin’ believe I love this.” and he had her eyes on him when he lowered his mouth. Beatrice whimpered, tossing her head back with a smile spreading over her face as the sudden jolt that it caused made her body shudder.

Oh she missed this a whole lot. It was one thing to use the toys she acquired while he was gone - and she had a feeling if he found them out he’d just be eager to add them to their love making…which wouldn’t be too bad thinking about it…- or her fingers,but having Rooster was so much better.

Beatrice moaned quietly, one of her hands clenching the blanket’s fabric beneath her head while the other slides down to his scalp, brushing against it and pushing his face down just a bit more, “...oh…God…Roos…” she gasps, his mustache brushing against herself was one of the best feelings she felt in her whole life. Her breathing stuttered when his tongue wrapped around her clit almost like a cocoon and he pulled into his mouth.

She moaned a bit louder, the roar of the ocean helping camouflage the sounds and it gave her such a huge amount of freedom. She never used drugs before but if she had to describe what was happening right now it’d be akin to being absolutely high “Brad…” she bites her lower lip, “Oh Jesus…fuck…”

Bradley just looked up at her with a brief flick of his eyes,smirking against her skin and moving closer to her, closer than before which in turn made the back of her thighs touch her stomach…and that was a new angle that she adored already. Beatrice heard the grains of sand crunching under the fabric as she clenched the blanket, breathing ragged, eyes almost rolling back and tears trickling down, “Fuck, fuck, fuck Brad…fuck,please! Please don’t stop, please,I’m so close.”

Oh he liked how vocal she was right now.

Because when he repeated the tongue thing, Beatrice just screamed and her body went taut, back arching with eyes finally rolling back. Her hips moved with aftershocks, her moaning gets quieter and quieter, eventually turning into soft whimpers of his name. He pulls his head back just in time for Beatrice to lift hers, only seeing his lips were glistening and a string of fluid that was on his chin broke when he was far away enough.

He made a scene to lick his face clean, using his hand to clean his chin and licking his palm, eyes still locked on hers. His other hand tugged his pants down mid thigh, underwear soon following and he hissed as the cold breeze touched his flushed member, “Everything okay?” she asks, snapping out of her reverie to check on him, “What’s wrong?”

“Kinda cold.”was all he could say, “Don’t worry about it.” he manages to yank his pants off, looking down at Beatrice while sitting on his knees, “Fuck you look beautiful.” Bea smiles softly at him, her chest moving up and down as she breathes. He thinks about it for a few seconds, licking his lips - tasting what was left of her - with his eyes focused on her body.

“What?”

“I’m thinkin’ how I want you.” came his deep voiced response, “There’s so many ways.”

“Well, w-we have time.” she whispers “So…”

Bradley smiled, slowly lowering himself between her legs, strong arms keeping him upright above her body, gently rubbing himself against her sex but not entering yet. The gentle friction was enough for Beatrice to sigh and Rooster to moan quietly, dropping his head onto her neck, biting the soft flesh, “Fuck…” the head of his member snags on her entrance before popping back out. “Fuck ,Bea…” Beatrice whimpered, letting go of the blanket to slide a hand between the two of them.

The second her small, and chilled, hand wrapped around his cock he sputtered out a moan, an even louder one when her thumb brushed over the tip where a pearl of precum was, using it to lubricate as she moved her hand down to the base. Rooster groaned again, the hands on either side of her head dug into the blanket so hard he was sure it’d rip any second now, “Bea…” his voice is muffled by the side of her neck, his hips slowly moving to meet her hand, “Baby…I gotta–”

“Sssh, it’s okay,”she whispers, “Just a little bit more.”

“Fuck. Bea,” he choked on his words, her hand was already making him feverish, “Baby…baby,I really need to fuck you.”

And that was probably what she was looking for, because she slowed her movements and gently moved him to align to her entrance. He breathed out in relief, pushing inside until her hand was no longer around him but on his back, her legs wrapping around his waist. The second he bottomed, Beatrice let out a long moan, still sensitive from moments before, “God…” she hitched a breath, “Roos…”

His hands left the blanket to cup her ass cheeks, which in turn angled her lower body higher again and that made him brush against the spongy flesh inside. The yelp that left her lips was magical, “Mhm, yeah baby,” he coos, moving his hips against hers, “I got you.” he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her bottom for emphasis.

It started slow, with the two of them sighing and moaning into each other’s mouths when he lifted his head from her neck. There was something so raw about having sex in such an open space,with the stars, the moon and the ocean as your only witnesses that it brought something out of the two of them. Because she pulled on his lower lip and his tongue entered her mouth, swallowing her moans and whispers of his name.

He moved his hips a bit faster after Beatrice’s request, begging him in that sweet voice of her because she just needed it. She needed him. Bradley smirks, lifting his torso just enough to have a better view of her body illuminated by the moonlight and the tiny lights around them, breasts bouncing with each thrust, “B-Brad,” she hiccups because of the sharp pushing of his hips against her, “B-Brad! Oh God!!”

“Fuck, you have such a nice,pretty and tight pussy.” he growls, looking down to where he disappears inside of her, the smacking sound of his thighs against her ass only making him smirk even more, “And it takes me so well…so much better than those toys, huh?”

“Y-Yes…”

“I loved watching you fuck yourself, gorgeous.” he breathes out, “Don’t get me wrong…but this is so much better.” he pointed the end of his sentence with a sharp thrust that yanked all the air from her lungs, “And I had time for myself…to take care of business…but fuck, I had that in mind for a long,long time after you sent it.”

“T-That was the p-plan.”

“Oh? The plan was to make your husband suffer?” Beatrice laughed and moaned at the same time, hands touching his pecs with her nails gently digging on the firm defined flesh of his chest with the hair that covered it brushing her palms, “Because I hate to admit that you succeeded.”

“G-Good.”

And he lost it.

Something about her stuttered confident response and that pretty smile on her flushed face did something to him. Because his hips moved faster and harder than before, slapping her ass cheeks so hard that both parts of their bodies started to sting a bit. He dropped himself so their chest touched, her arms wrapped around his neck and his own around her waist, lips touching feverishly as if the air was inside their mouths instead of around them.

And their moaning only got louder, her nails scraping his back and going up to his scalp, hips touching repeatedly. Beatrice whispered his name, only letting go of his scalp to touch his arm, trying to pull from around her body which made him look at her confusedly but he removed his arm from underneath her. Beatrice whimpered, dragging his hand over her breast, down her stomach until it reached her pubic mound, “Please…Roos…” and she dropped her hand from his.

He didn’t waste time, while still thrusting he gently prodded and touched her clit with his fingers. Beatrice screamed out a moan, a constant repetition of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ breaking into the night, her hips moving up to meet all of him…until she screamed louder than before, his name echoing in the empty beach - maybe even waking some poor animals that slept under rocks - as her body shuddered with intense aftershocks.

Bradley let go of the small bundle of nerves to breathe in and out, rushing after his own release with the slapping of skin still present. When he finally came, his back arched above hers, head thrown back and column of his throat beautifully exposed as he growled out loudly, maybe not as loud as Beatrice but louder than normal. His hips still moved, each final thrust making another sound of relief break out of him. “Holy…shit…” he gasps, dropping his sweaty head on her equally sweaty chest, lips pressing between her breasts, “Holy fuck…holy shit that was fucking good.”

“Y-Yeah…” she laughs, “It was…”

“Just…let me know the next time you wanna do something like this.” he says between gulps of air, “...I can…think of some places too.”

“O-Oh I…I have one in mind already.” she says, inhaling shakily which in turn lifts his head on her chest, “But…maybe some other time.”

He laughs, kissing her breast, “Yeah,maybe some other time.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader

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uuchanjustice · 2 years ago

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Ekubo Week Day 3 - Possession

(Dimple and Tome, word count: 1.2k)

“Hey Mr. Dimple, can I ask you something?” Tome asked.

She was lounging in the cushy seat meant for clients, her feet up on the tea table. Reigen wasn’t around to lecture her about getting the table dirty, having left with Serizawa for a job earlier. He had tasked Tome and Dimple with “watching the office”, which was an obvious ploy to make Tome feel important. They weren’t likely to have any walk-in clients on a Wednesday afternoon. Reigen could have easily closed up and told Tome to go home early. But she would have complained about losing potential customers, insisting that she was enough of a professional to handle intakes.

As if she really cared about being professional, with the chip crumbs she was leaving everywhere, or the tinny music she was playing through her phone speakers.

“Calling me Mr. Dimple? Must be serious…” Dimple lifted off Reigen’s desk, where he had been dozing (it’s not slacking off if he doesn’t get paid to be here). “Let me have a chip first.”

Tome held out the bag to Dimple. He took three chips and ate them all at once. He didn’t love the shrimp flavor, but they made a satisfying crunch in his mouth. The faint touch of Tome’s emotional intent behind the offering felt curious and hungry, which was typical of Tome.

She waited for him to finish chewing, then burst out, “Can you tell me about possession?”

Dimple belched loudly to cover up the way he jolted at the question. “Hey, what kinda question is that?” he said. “There’s nothing to say about it. Spirits can possess people, end of story.”

“But how does that work?” Tome leaned towards him, her eyes glinting the way they did when she was asking Serizawa about what the internet was like in the nineties. “When you possessed me, you grabbed my teacher’s arm and broke his grip. There’s no way I could do that! Were you using your spirit powers to make me stronger?”

Dimple wanted to end this conversation. “No,” he said flatly. “I can bring out people’s potential. You could have gotten out of that guy’s hold, if you lost your physical limits. Maybe try lifting weights sometime.”

“Ugh, I’m not gonna start lifting weights all the time. I’m not Mob,” said Tome, rolling her eyes. “So you could make me do anything I’m physically capable of? Could you make me win at arm wrestling, or jump two meters into the air?”

“Or,” said Dimple in the best Evil Spirit Voice he could muster, “I could make you bite your fingers off. Did you know that your jaw is strong enough to do that?”

Tome looked unimpressed. Ugh, he must be seriously out of practice. “How about telepathy? Could you help me awaken the ability to communicate with aliens? I wanna know if there’s other species out there, besides the ones we already know-“

“Do you know what happens to humans who get possessed?” Dimple made his form larger, his voice deeper. “You’ve seen it yourself a few times now. Their bodies are weakened at best, and their minds are in shambles. The spirit eats away at your very soul. Is that what you want for yourself?”

Tome didn’t even flinch. Curse Reigen and his bizarre ability to attract the densest teenagers in the world. “Then how come you didn’t eat my soul that one time? Or Mob’s soul? He told me that you possess him sometimes.”

Did Shigeo really have to gossip to this girl about him? “Just drop it, Tome. I’m not gonna possess you for your amusement.” He flounced back onto Reigen’s desk, sending papers flying.

Tome had the grace to look slightly ashamed. “Sorry,” she muttered. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just wondering.” She sat up in the chair and pulled out her phone.

Dimple sighed mentally. He didn’t mean to upset Tome either, but she had such a casual attitude towards evil spirits, it freaked him out a little bit. Her random questions were harmless enough, but asking a spirit to possess her? Was she a complete idiot?

She must be getting the wrong impression by hanging around Shigeo and Reigen. They could all treat him like a harmless pest because he couldn’t really hurt them; Shigeo was too powerful, and targeting his friends would lead to him getting exorcised instantly. Tome seemed to think that because she was under the protection of various powerful espers, she was automatically safe from evil spirits.

If she had met the kinds of evil spirits Dimple had encountered, she’d be singing a different tune. But Dimple didn’t want to scare her. She didn’t deserve that kind of fear, and besides, scaring her would just make her more desperate for answers.

Reigen was like that, too. Despite having no powers of his own, he never seemed to know when to run away from a dangerous situation. Which was usually fine, because people like Shigeo or Serizawa were usually around to save his ass, but the man seemed to think he was some kind of actual spirit medium. One time, he’d tried to stop a murderous evil spirit by convincing it that haunting was against the law.

He’d even asked Dimple out for drinks before! What a stupid conman.

It was true that he possessed Shigeo sometimes. And not always in life-or-death situations. Once, Shigeo hadn’t slept well and wouldn’t wake up for school on time, so Dimple took his body to school and took notes for his first few classes. It still shocked him every time he effortlessly took control of Shigeo’s body. The kid had a super-tough psychic barrier that should make it impossible for him to be possessed, but Shigeo always dropped that barrier for him. He didn’t even need to be asked; that trust was always there, even when Shigeo wasn’t awake to give it.

When were these humans going to wise up?

Tome spoke up again. “I know what evil spirits can do,” she said. “Plenty have tried to kill me before. But I’m sick of seeing spirits attacking people. That’s why I asked you, Dimple. I guess…” she fidgeted with her phone, “I wanted to know… the good side of spirits?”

Dimple scoffed. “There aren’t good spirits. Even I’ve done bad stuff before.” “Yeah, well, you aren’t right now, though.” Tome looked right at Dimple, who was starting to feel small. “I mean, Mr. Reigen trusted you to look after me. So you can’t be that bad.” She offered him the chip bag.

God, was Shigeo’s sappiness rubbing off on everyone?

Dimple grabbed the entire bag and emptied the contents into his mouth. “Don’t be so sure,” he said with a mouth full of chip crumbs. Tome swatted at him. “You better clean up all those crumbs before Mr. Reigen and Mr. Serizawa get back, Mr. Evil Spirit,” she said.

“Hey, some of those are yours, you brat!”

#dimple #tome #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #ekuboweek #ekubo week #this one is kind of somber ... but tome is nice :)

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real-talk-blues · 4 months ago

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Hey y'all, on the off chance that someone reads this and this could save a life, if you have medical issues, STAY THE FUCK OUT OF JACKSONVILLE FLORIDA!

I'm not being ableist, I AM disabled and I'm trying to keep other disabled people safe. This warning is coming from a long-time resident of Jax and the surrounding areas, as in *I was born here, and I have never lived elsewhere*. With that knowledge, I can confidently say that either 1) there is not a single worthwhile or even remotely competent doctor in the whole city or 2) such doctors are so few and so unheard that medical malpractice is the NORM here.

In order to properly emphasize my point, I'll be posting a *significantly* non-exhaustive list of the medical mistreatment (both legal and illegal) perpetrated against me over the years. It's not chronological by any means, but I hope it helps. Given that I recently aged out of any litigatory abilities for malpractice per Florida law, this is the best I can do.

Here's the list:

- Prior to my birth, my mother went to her doctor about pregnancy concerns. She was told everything was normal and to go home. It turned out to be protein urea, which she only discovered by being admitted to a different hospital, the ONLY competent hospital in the city, the day after. This mishandling of her case led to my birth, two whole weeks ahead of my due date. I consider this malpractice harming me because my delivery was an emergency surgery which could have been avoided by a competent doctor.

- Tangential to that but not related to me, my mom turned out to be carrying a tumor that had been missed in every scan for the duration of her pregnancy with me. It weighed ~5lbs

- As a child, my pediatrician regularly told me that my symptoms were 'normal' or 'expected', even when I was having migraines, unable to keep food down, had severe stomach cramps, and others. Turns out I had (and still have) the gastric system of a colicky horse, and the brain of a rainbow shrimp on LSD.

- My pediatrician refused to do any further Lyme disease testing after a test that is known to be 80% inaccurate came back negative.

- No one discovered that I had babesiosis or bartonella at all until we went to an out of state doctor

- An ER resident once told me that 'Lyme disease doesn't exist in Florida' despite the fact that it IS present and its presence is currently being tracked publicly by the CDC. (Also, what fucking epidemiology class did this doctor take? Was she asleep when they pointed out that ticks aren't beholden to state borders???)

- After a major meltdown (prior to my autism diagnosis, because we had no idea what to do) I was admitted to the ER on a voluntary psych hold. While waiting for a bed, I was nearly sent into anaphylaxis when the nurse refused to put my allergies in my chart, and I was given two of my major contact allergens with a meal.

- A separate nurse in the emergency room dropped my daily medication (the kind of medication keeping me alive, which I would die without in a few days) on the floor, then tried to give it to me anyway. When I refused, she didn't give me a new pill, but rather pretended I didn't exist.

- After being admitted, the staff refused to feed me the ONE food I could eat, to the point that I had to beg a sympathetic nurse to go get it from the cafeteria. It was chicken tenders, I am in no way allergic to them. Later research has yielded absolutely no reason I might have been denied this food, because I wasn't on an EDP, I wasn't allergic or averse to them, and they were quite literally the ONLY thing on the hospital menu that was safe for me.

- At shift change, the nurses would do health checks. I had previously mentioned a birth control implant in my arm, and had shown the nurse which arm it was in. Despite that, they put the blood pressure cuff directly over it. It was 4AM, and this woke me up screaming because the cuff was pushing it into my muscles. I was bruised for a week after, and it to this day ranks in my top 5 worst pains ever.

- Coincidentally, my number 1 worst pain ever was when a doctor gave me an injection NSAID to help with a migraine bad enough for an ER visit, and it felt like I had been doused in gasoline and blowtorched. I was sobbing my eyes out for twenty minutes in the hospital bed before a nurse even considered giving me benadryl. The benadryl did help, but I shouldn't have had to retraumatize myself to hospital settings to get it! All the doctor said on the topic was, "that's not a recorded side effect, and it's not an allergic reaction."

- Regarding the psych ward, they repeatedly refused to allow me to shower or use the restroom without supervision outside the door, until I brought it up in group therapy blatantly enough that the charge nurse and pharmacist overheard and corrected it. I wasn't on a plan that made that necessary, and none of my medical history indicated a need, otherwise.

- Despite a formal diagnosis requiring me to drink water due to dangerous blood circulation issues, they refused to let me have access to any liquids outside of mealtimes. I was told to stop 'lying' when I explained my condition.

If I were to keep going, this post would test the limits of Tumblr's ability to post. I'll stop there, and hopefully this list (which has experiences drawn from at least four clinics and/or hospitals in the area) is appalling enough to convince folks who are at risk to stay as far from this unmitigated cesspit as possible.

To conclude:

For your own safety, disabled people, LEAVE JACKSONVILLE, FLORIDA ALONE

#chronic illness #disability #malpractice #medical malpractice #medical mistreatment #beware Jacksonville FL

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stressedlawsecretary · 6 months ago

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Today's Focus

06.07.24 - Okay I laid out my outfit all pretty but forgot to take a pic before I put it on so have a bad coat closet mirror selfie. At least it's a fkn Friday.

Work - Well I'm remote working so I should only have to field emails; I'm probably going to need to deal with Sing Sing regarding getting a plaintiff to court but that should be my biggest headache.

Yesterday I spent a fair amount of time on a singular mailing because somebody wanted to be picky about what exactly went out...after they had already sent me the documents and told me to mail them. Cart before horse kind of situation. Plus I finally heard back from someone I called a week ago for one of JJM's case and she was literally right behind me at the time so I had a whole moment at the end of the day with that.

Background Noise - Remote working means the DVR is mostly background noise; I'm tackling as many YT videos as I can around that.

27 videos was the total yesterday, which is a pretty good amount and I'm hoping to double that over the weekend at least.

Study - Well Friday and the weekend is reserved for Wikipedia; if I'm not to busy at work/in general I should be able to knock out a bunch of articles.

Yesterday was somewhat of a failure, but only because I was once again actually earning my paycheck lol.

Extras - Friday means I have to clean the catbox and prep it for the weekend; I'm making a Japanese shrimp noodle salad for dinner. I don't know whether I'm going out or not, but I am going to try to watch the last three episodes of Kyuranger for the week and to finish up the animated series of The Tick. The weekend is for starting the next Garo series and possibly watching a Night at the Museum movie. Mini-essay was short and sweet; I'm working on the stuff for Monday because I am very certain this will turn into a long, multi-page essay.

#studyblr #my study stuff #today's focus #talking #selfie

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leclerced · 11 months ago

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No bc my brother would make fun of him!! He’d tell him that everyone gets their own giant ass Mettigel to eat raw and he’d be so relieved to know there’s just one where everyone takes bits off to put on their bread😭

And we make so much kale for the whole family! We eat it when everyone comes for my grandpa’s birthday in November and the rest gets canned up to last until next November (it lasts until February max). I swear, do you know how dogs get possessive and aggressive about their food? Thats me and my brother when my grandma divides the leftover kale, we’re like rabit animals 😭 + i wanna add i make a mean asparagus soup

Also please rant about your Christmas dinner, i love listening to people rant

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no lando hearing he has to eat the entire thing on his own and its raw? he’s debating if he wants to marry this woman like he’s been dreaming about if it means a lifetime of eating a hedgehog made of raw meat. he thinks it looks like one of those cake fails, like someone tried making a hedgehog but it’s from his nightmares. he's so relieved when he just gets a single slice and he can take a few bites or avoid it by saying his trainer or nutritionist banned raw meat 😭

thats sm kale i have genuine eaten kale maybe once in my life and i took a nibble and spit it out. i cannot imagine having sm that u store it for months. i am sadly… not a veggie girl. im also not a soup girl generally but asparagus soup kinda sounds good! how do you make it?

my biggest rant about thanksgiving dinner was that the only sides were creamed asparagus and sweet potato casserole, neither of which are things i eat. im picky but i have been cooking dinner since i was like ten, so. i got to pick what was cooked and i know how to cook the things i like so im not annoying ab it. one of my aunts brought stuff to make mashed potatoes which is like my specialty and one of my fav foods. y’know what my grandma does? she makes my aunt take the shit home. says we don’t have time to cook them before dinner. i was upstairs when this happened and i didn’t know about the lack of edible sides until i was called down for dinner. i tried the creamed asparagus thinking like, i like grilled asparagus how bad can it be??

found out on the drive home that my aunt brought potatoes and was sent home with them, and i was like ‘someone should have told me that there weren’t going to be potatoes and i would have complained. you can’t have thanksgiving without potatoes.’ i am still bringing it up randomly to my siblings like ‘hey remember that awful creamed asparagus?’

i will say my family is very nice and always makes sure everyone eats, on family vacations i would skip meals bc they would cook smth i didnt like and everyone would be trying to make me other food while i ate fruit for dinner because they did a shrimp boil knowing i do not eat seafood. my grandma once offered me nachos and i got really excited and then she put tortilla chips on a cookie tray and then sprinkled shredded cheese on it and toasted it. imo nachos are chips and queso and stuff so when she brought me a plate of shredded cheese melted on chips i was very disappointed but i ate the entire thing bc what else do u do when ur grandma makes u food??

#ask #🫀anon

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tender-rosiey · 2 years ago

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button — gojo satoru x f!reader

ᴀ/ɴ: inspired by that one marius illustration because I love that boy

“y/nnnnn!”

you hear gojo whine but you don’t turn as you answer him, still sitting on the couch, “yes?”

“my buttons are stuck,” he huffs until he finally comes in front of you, “I think the string is wrapped around the button, and I can’t untangle it!”

gojo is still pouting under your judgmental gaze.

you speak up, obvious mockery in your voice, “the strongest sorcerer can’t untangle the string and the button?”

“babe! indulge me!” he quips, “plus I like making you help me.”

you rest the side of your head on your fist, “so you like giving me headaches?”

“well no, actually yes that too— but not now!” he, unusually, stammers, before he places a hand on top of your head gently, “I just like knowing that I can depend on you.”

your gaze softens as you sigh, signaling for him to come closer and he giddily does as told before he starts talking, “and you look pretty cute while helping me which is a very big bonus.”

you roll your eyes, finally untangling the buttons, “done,” you announce but he doesn’t walk away so you look up at him, “satoru?”

a smirk is plastered all over his pretty face and it doesn’t help that he is only wearing his glasses so his eyes lock with yours.

damn him and his pretty face.

“y/n,” he calls teasingly and you turn your face away, but he holds your chin to make you look at him once again, “honey, can you help me unbutton my shirt?”

“no.”

he strokes your cheek, “oh? why?” and you practically feel the smugness radiate from his face as he can obviously see your flustered self.

“come on, sweets,” he leans closer, “you have been so nice lately, why stop here?”

your hand weakly tries to pull his own away from you but he only takes it and press a kiss to it, “or maybe…you are having some naughty thoughts?”

“about you?” you smirk, catching him off-guard, “don’t flatter yourself.”

he heaves a sigh, “honey! you were supposed to say,” he says before closing his legs and making a supposedly cute face, “ ‘o-of course, you idiot! I-I am always thinking about yo-your nice abs and perfect body!’ “

“just what type of cringy romance have you been watching?” you grimace and he falls to the ground offended and rests his head on your lap.

his arms snake around your waist, “looks like I unfortunately will stay here forever.”

“you don’t sound as sad as you claim,” you smirk.

he smirks in return, “but of course, I am a liar who only wants his wife’s attention and love even if she is being mean and teasing me.”

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callsigndragon · 2 years ago

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You never asked | Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

Summary: Mickey has a secret. He didn't want to hide it. It's just that nobody ever asked.

Pairing: Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x fem!reader

Word count: 976

Warnings: fluff. domestic fluff. and i dont want to say anything more bc spoilers

A/N: So this is probably the beginning of many drabbles... Because i literally fell in love with Mickey Garcia, and I have the power to create all the content i want.

Tag list: @tayrae515 @alexxavicry @xoxabs88xox @mercurio23 @shrimping-for-all @abaker74

(if you want to be tagged in everything TGM, let me know <3)

@purplevortexx this is the first appearance of our latina queen. Her time to shine has come.

Mickey Garcia had a big secret. Well, it wasn't a secret. Nobody had asked him if he was married. And he just didn't share that tiny detail.

He loved his wife. More than words could ever express. They met in high school, she was the new member of Mickey's D&D club. Well, it wasn't his club. He was just a member, just like her when she joined. Mickey swears that when Y/N walked through the doors of that small, messy basement they used as a club, he knew.

That was the girl he was going to marry.

He asked her hand in marriage when his training period in the Naval Academy ended. She said yes. He laughed, she cried.

Life was good.

Every time Mickey was deployed, Mickey's grandma, Camila, took care of her. Abuelita Garcia had a room prepared for her nieta (granddaughter) and tried to feed her every time Y/N was a bit sad or missed Mickey. The wizzo loved that his family adored his wife as much as he did. And he also liked how Y/N's cheeks were a bit chubbier whenever he came back from deployment, due to the big amount of tamales that Camila made her eat.

"Camila wants me to gain weight. She said I'm too thin, and I need to eat more, so I can be a good mom in the future," Y/N told Mickey in one of their FaceTime calls.

"Amor, she literally told me that every day for the first 18 years of my life" he answered, chuckling at the thought of Camila filling his wife's plate with more tamales.

"That's where the cute cheeks come from!"

"I don't have cute cheeks" he whined.

"Whatever you wanna say, babe"

Mickey had missed his girls a lot during the uranium mission. He didn't want to bring Y/N with him, knowing that he was only going to be there for a few weeks, then he'll be back home.

But now that the mission is over, and he is staying in this base for a while, he needs to tell the squad that he's married.

He can imagine Phoenix's face already.

"So, my dear buddies," says Rooster, setting down his beer. "I think it's time to know more about each other's lives. You know about my life already but… i don't know anything about you"

"I mean, we only know about your life because this mission was more like a soap opera than a life-threatening experience" Bob jokes, grabbing more peanuts.

"Bob, you're not as quiet and shy as I thought you'd be," Hangman comments, moving to play his turn at darts. Phoenix is trying to beat him, even though it's virtually impossible.

"I never said I was. You just saw a guy with glasses and thought that he would be the average quiet kid that sits at the end of the class" the wizzo retorts.

"Which you totally are," Phoenix affirms.

"Hey!"

Mickey smiles, knowing how much Y/N would love to be with these amazing aviators. She is such an amazing woman… Mickey can't wait for the squad to meet her. They keep talking and sharing parts of their lives, and just when it's Fanboy's turn to speak, a little, dark haired baby girl runs into the bar, looking around and trying to find the person she's been missing for weeks.

"DADDY!" the little girl yells, sprinting towards his father, her curls bouncing up and down at every step.

Fanboy, recognizing the voice of his little girl, kneels down, opening his arms for his princess. Once she's secured in his dad's arms, Mickey gets up, looking at the dumbfounded aviators in front of him.

"Did she just call you Daddy?" Coyote questions, looking between baby Garcia and Mickey. "You know what, don't answer. You're identical"

"Yeah, nine months inside me, and she grows up to be her father's spitting image" Y/N says, appearing next to Fanboy. "She missed you so much that we had to come early"

Mickey looks at his wife and then at his daughter, not surprised to hear that his pequeña princesa (little princess) couldn't wait more to see him. She is daddy's girl.

"Mi princesa, ¿no pudiste esperar más?" (My princess couldn't wait longer?)

"Daddy, I missed you so much," the little girl pouts, looking at his father with the same big, dark brown eyes she had inherited from him.

"Cam, amor, ¡sólo tenías que esperar dos días más!" (Cam, love, you only had to wait two more days!)

"That was too much time," she protests.

"Pendejo que no piensas saludar a tu abuela o qué," says a woman standing behind Y/N. The very same woman his daughter got her name from. (Idiot, are you not going to say hi to your grandma?)

"Oh my, abuela. I didn't see you there!" Explains Mickey, a bit scared of his grandma's reaction for not hugging her. It doesn't matter how much of a grown man Mickey is. He would always be a bit scared of his grandma.

"Who are these people, hmm? And why are all of them so skinny! Look at this girl." Camila pinches Phoenix's cheek. "You have to eat more! I have tamales in the car, do you want some?"

"Jesus, abuelita. Don't do that to my friend."

"Payback, why aren't you fazed by this?" Hangman's words make the whole Garcia family laugh, just then moving to hug Cam and kiss her chubby cheeks. "I'm the godfather."

"You mean to tell me that you knew that Fanboy is not only married, but a father, and you never shared any of that information with the rest?" Rooster exposes, feeling really, really betrayed.

And as if Fanboy and Payback had rehearsed the answer for hours, they both say it at the same time. "You never asked!"

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfic #mickey garcia fluff #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #mickey garcia x reader #mickey garcia #mickey fanboy garcia #fanboy x reader #fanboy x you #top gun fanboy #fanboy fluff

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pleasantanathema · 4 years ago

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Reiner Braun | Instinctual Invitations

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: ABO Dynamics (Alpha Reiner x Omega Reader), Breeding, Marking, Mating, Knotting, Heats, Ruts, Frenemies to Lovers

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Part of my Nine Muses Event to celebrate 9k! Follow the link to read other fanfics I’m writing to celebrate. This was definitely a labor of love. I’ve fallen back into my appreciation for ABO dynamics, and Reiner just screams “perfect mate” to me. 💜

No one made suppressants stronger than Hange. They never divulged just what was in their special concoction, but all you knew was that it was damn near impossible for someone to discern that you were an Omega.

You’d even fooled that naive, arrogant, hubristic Alpha partner of yours for years. There was a particular disdain you held for Reiner. You could never really name it, but all you knew was that working with the giant man made your instincts sour. He seemed so good on the outside, all prideful charm and heavy pats on the shoulders of his peers, but when the two of you worked cases alone, his charisma always had a bite to it.

Maybe it was because he could tell there was something equally off about his “Beta” partner, maybe it was because he had some pent up rage inside him he only let seep out around you. You didn’t know, you didn’t care. You were patiently waiting for him to be re-assigned to the Behavioral Science Unit like he’d requested last month, but Erwin’s dawdling with the request had you worried he wasn’t about to separate his most successful Scout partners, even if they didn’t get along.

“Is my bow tie straight?”

Reiner asked you to hold his drink while he fiddled with the offending cloth.

“Yeah.”

“You didn’t even look.”

The whiskey from his glass was expensive, sliding down smooth when you took a drink. Rei let out a very frustrated noise, so loud and huffy it had the guests of the award ceremony glancing toward him. The hotel ballroom was crowded, filled with elites from Military Police, Scouts, even the fucking Garrison. There were too many people here to watch you and Reiner stumble over the acceptance speech; there were too many people here to judge that Scouts were being awarded this time around.

“Now your fucking lipstick is all over it.”

“Oh please, it tastes like cherries, you’ll get over it.”

Both of you were nervous, flattered but timid about being given a Meritorious Achievement Award for all your fieldwork done killing and documenting titans around the outer-wilds of the city. Fighting for survival in the trees was less stressful than trying to make a good impression on the brass as you received one of the highest honors.

You took another gulp of his drink before passing it back, trying to stave off the very worrisome nerves twisting in your gut. Sweat was forming at the nape of your neck, staining your palms. You shifted uncomfortably in your heels, feet feeling heavy.

It made you feel some better that the usually proud Alpha next to you was just as worried about giving a speech in front of Dhalis Zachary. The Premier was known for being strict, for demanding that military appearance be of the highest standard in front of donors.

Reiner was still fucking with his tie, angry muscles about to rip the threads of his tuxedo.

“You look fine,” you sighed, toning back the bitterness. You moved away from the balcony railing, wrapping your fingers around the black polyester ribbon and tightening it into sitting straight under his square jaw. But for some reason, you couldn’t let go, nails gripping into the fabric.

“Are you okay? You looked scared to shit,” Reiner plucked your hands off his tie, holding a wrist in each burning hand, “I can do all the talking, you know. You can just stand there and look pretty.”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You weren’t. You knew this feeling, it was old and familiar, a churning pain laced with need slowly brewing in your belly, making you sick.

But your suppressants would take care of the issue, surely it was just your nerves that were making those heats you’d forsaken start to claw at you.

You hadn’t gone through a heat cycle in three years. Hange had suggested you take time off once a year to let your body go through it’s natural process, but you’d been so damn busy that you’d neglected to do so. Besides, you never had any issues, just a few flare ups when a particularly good looking Alpha close to their rut got near you.

This time was different, though, you could feel it. This flame wasn’t going to be extinguished once it got started—you’d have to go home after the gala and curl up, stop taking the suppressants in the morning so your heat could come to life in the next few days.

God you dreaded that feeling, cunt always quivering and squeezing around nothing, sweating in a blanket nest that only carried your scent and maybe a lingering, nameless male scent from a one-night stand.

“Hey,” Rei moved his hands to rest on your shoulders, shaking you, “get your shit together. We’ll be awarded in a few hours and then we can go the fuck home. Tired of being around your bitchy ass anyways.”

His hands were too hot. They were sweaty like yours, making you feel dizzy.

“I’m gonna be sick.”

You could feel it. Reiner could smell it.

“What the fuck is wrong with y—”

He dropped the last syllable, golden eyes turning into molten amber the moment your scent hit him full force. You thought he’d take his hands off, that he’d give you some space, but those instincts to protect must have taken over because he was pulling you closer like that would help.

“You’re a Beta, you don’t go into—”

“Omega, Rei. I’m a fucking Omega and I don’t need you telling anyone about it.”

You whispered your confession, eyes going glassy as you looked around the room, saw faces turning in your direction. Most of the old men here were mated, but that didn’t mean the building brew of the heat of an unmarked Omega wouldn’t catch their attention. Your neck throbbed, scent glands betraying you and pumping beneath your skin.

You felt like clawing at Reiner’s chest, digging your fingers into the perfectly pressed designer shirt and burying your face into it to be overwhelmed by Alpha presence. You thought you could stave this off, but the nerves, this proximity to an Alpha...you needed to get the fuck out of here.

“You’re going to have to take the award for-for both of us,” oh now you were stuttering, you were losing it, Reiner’s deeply masculine scent making you feel like a puddle. You hated these instincts, hated how it made you feel weak, hated how he smelled like the most inviting bakery and familiarity and how it made you want to fall to your knees and beg for the aching hole between your legs to be stuffed.

“You can’t get home on your own, do you know how many Alphas would kill for—”

You were pulling away from him, grabbing your purse so you could scrounge for those emergency suppressants to hopefully curtail this heat.

The pills were absent, your resolve fading as you felt like crumpling into the floor and clutching your stomach. You knew people were starting to notice, noses in the air to find out where the overly sweet smell of an Omega was coming from.

“I don’t need your help.”

“Who else knows?” You didn’t like how the rumble of his voice made your skin tingle, made your panties feel too tight, wet.

“Hange, Levi, the higher ups. They know, they saw it on my app-application. Said it would be…” you were starting to lose your train of coherent thoughts.

“...best if no one knew?”

Omegas were scarce. Omegas were weak. But you’d proven yourself in your training, you were too valuable for Commander Erwin to deny your approval into the Scouts.

“Just—just tell people I got sick. That the stupid little shrimp hors d'oeuvres... f-fuck me,” you meant to say something else, something like they fucked with me, but all you could think about was how those strong hands felt on your shoulders and how they would feel so good pawing at your hips as he plowed into you to relieve your stress.

Making a beeline out of the ornate, crowded ballroom, you had to excuse yourself as you bumped into a few backs and sides, stumbling over your feet as the clawing need in your stomach made you lose focus. You just had to get home. Grab a cab. Hope it’s not an Alpha driving, just get home to your nesting pillows and bury your fingers into your—

Reiner was calling your name. If he was your Alpha you’d be stopping in your tracks to listen to his commands, but he wasn’t. He was your terrible, annoying...strong, capable, definitely had a fat cock…

You didn’t know what you were thinking about when he finally caught up to you, pushing you outside the front doors. You wished it was winter, but it was a hot summer night, which just made the heat in your body worse, made your scent heavier, floating on the humidity. And there were people around, lobby boys taking in bags and tired families dragging their feet inside. Still the fresh air felt good, or at least it did, until Reiner invaded it with his scent again.

“I’ll get you home,” he placed his hand on your lower back, palm touching bare, tender skin from the low cut of your dress, and you came undone. You pressed yourself into his thick chest, wrapping your arms around him and fisting them into the back of his shirt. You could hear him grunt at the contact, the two of you never the type of partners to go beyond a pat on the back or a punch to the arm.

“N-not gonna make it home…”

“Fucking shit I always knew there was something different about you.”

He was dragging you back into the hotel, firm hand around your wrist.

“I can’t help how I was born.”

“Yeah but you could have fucking told me.”

You quit your bickering as Reiner paid for a hotel room, you pressed to his side and trying to mask the scent of ripe, ready to fuck Omega underneath simmering Alpha. You snatched the key card on the counter from a very concerned concierge, listening but not really as she explained there were special rates for those in heat.

“I didn’t want you to know.”

People were staring now, the smell of Omega becoming so heavy it even bothered you. Rei tucked his arm around your waist, leading you toward the elevators. There was a sour, thirsty taste in your mouth as you listened to your heels clink upon the marbled floor. The scent of arousal was on him, but it wasn’t his fault, just his biology reacting to yours.

You straightened your shoulders as you saddled up next to him in the elevator, watching the doors slowly close.

“Reiner—”

“Shut up.”

He was on you in an instant, heavy body pressing you into the mirrored wall.

“I should have known,” his voice was low, like he was divulging a secret, “a little Omega under my nose all long.”

You gasped as one of his hands skimmed up your thigh, thumb swirling circles upon your skin.

“D-don’t do this here, I can’t—” you couldn’t take it, you were putty in his hands, already looping a leg around his thigh and fussing with the buttons on his shirt. You needed to feel his skin, needed to drown in the scent of an Alpha.

You were half way through peeling his shirt off his pectorals, that goddamn bowtie still in place, when your throat began to hurt. Reiner actually laughed at you when you paused your hasty undressing, having to cradle the left side of your neck as your scent glands throbbed, begging for teeth to be sunk into the sensitive skin to be marked, claimed.

“Don’t you dare think about m-marking me,” god you wouldn’t be able to stop stuttering until you were stuffed with something, until you were able to chase away the aches before they returned again in a few hours.

“But isn’t that what little Omegas want?” He was toying with you, grin so cocky you felt like sinking your thumbs into his smile and hurting him. His fingers were under your dress, dangerously close to your aching sex. His hand was so hot against your skin, so calloused and strong. You felt like Icarus, like you were flying too close to the sun. The pad of his index finger curled against your panties and you could have sworn you were already burning.

You lifted your lips to catch his, only to have him turn his cheek as the elevator chimed, signaling your arrival to your floor.

You followed in his steps, tracing your dress hem from where his giant palm had touched it, your fingers moving it even higher to try to alleviate the warmth stemming from between your legs. The keycard was heavy in your hand, like it was about to open a door to something wicked.

“I-I can take care of this myself,” your placed your back against the door to your room, “and I’ll pay you back for the fees, just let me—”

“Just let you what? Go fuck yourself in misery for the next five days?”

God he looked so tempting, so big. He towered over you, scents of sex and earth and spice, like black cardamum and the bitter burn of peppers. You wanted to sink your fingers into his blonde hair and pull, pull him down to you, into you.

But you reminded yourself you’d be patiently waiting for him to leave your life. Mating with him could have him sticking around, could have the two of you fucking up and getting attached.

“Y-you have to accept the award,” you were literally slipping into the floor, gut twisting so badly that it felt like you were being ripped apart, your heat bursting into full bloom after his teasing touches. Reiner caught your upper arms to keep you up, making you whimper, and you knew the last thing you wanted was to be alone, even if it meant ruining yourself on Reiner’s cock.

“Your scent has made me harder than I’ve ever been in my fucking life. I paid for the room because I’m staying in it, sweetheart.”

He took the card from your weak fingers and shoved it into the reader, a big, heavy palm pressing against your stomach and pushing you into the open doorway. He kept his fingers on you, twisting his knuckles into the fabric of your dress.

“Rei, don’t—”

“I’m so fucking tired of playing games with you.”

The threads snapped with a twist of his wrist, the delicate front of your dress parting as the heavy hotel door slammed shut. His hands were rough, quick, tearing and pawing at your dress, your bra, and all you could do was moan and kick your heels off to be forgotten on the floor.

He pulled his crisp black jack off his shoulders, tossing it onto a desk chair, trousers and everything underneath following.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” You were already on him, pressing your naked chest to his and standing on your toes so you could bury your face into his neck. You couldn’t help but to purr, that soothing musk of Alpha encompassing all your senses. Fingers sunk into his body, your tongue hot against his skin as you laid kitten licks to his throat.

“No wonder I can’t stand you,” Reiner’s hands were gliding down your back, admiring smooth, willing flesh, “why you make me fucking crazy.”

“Please shut up and fuck me.”

His tempting hands found your neck, thumb petting at the sore, pounding spot on your throat. It only made your scent stronger, made you keen and practically fall into him.

“Kiss me first, like you mean it.”

You didn’t have to be told twice.

Any fight you had left dissipated when his tongue slipped into your mouth, hands still encased around your neck and keeping you pliant for him to taste. Your nails sunk into his shoulders, toes hurting from strain as you pushed your mouth up into his. God he tasted so good, like the first taste of food after starving, and your body had been starving for years. Unknotted, unmarked, your body was screaming for him, looking for an Alpha to fill you in ways that your measly attempts over the years never could.

Violence was on the tip of his tongue, you could taste it, feel it in the way he started to squeeze the delicate column of your throat. Rut was kicking in, the overwhelming pheromones of Omega making his body respond, ready to knot, ready to devour.

Slick was pouring down your thighs as you kissed him, body overly ready for him. Your stomach was twisting in coils, so painful that it made you gasp and pull away from his kiss, ready to fall into the floor if his hands didn’t keep you on your feet.

“H-hurts, so, so bad,” you whined, trying to focus your breathing.

Reiner started slowly moving you back toward the bed, thumbs now petting at the apples of your cheeks as tears started to form in your lower lashes.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, Alpha will take care of you.”

Normally, the thought of Rei referring to himself as Alpha would repulse you, make you gag at how arrogant he was, but in this moment it made you so weak, made you moan as he crawled over your body on the bed. You were so little under him, dwarfed by brawn, small prey begging to be snatched and taken.

His title was on the front of your mouth, ready to fall out, for you to call him what he was to you, but the sliver of sense you had left kept it at bay. You knew calling him Alpha could put you in a heat induced headspace you might not be able to come out of, might have you making lusty, hasty decisions that you’d regret once this god forsaken heat was over.

“Rei-ner,” it was forced, he could tell, the syllables stuck to your tongue.

He nuzzled into your neck, purring as he fell into the intoxication of your scent glands. Hands raked over your body, each touch jolting you like electricity, the webs of nerves under your skin coming alive as he toyed with you. Your legs spread instinctively to make room for his hips, but he kept his weight off of you, propping himself on his elbows.

“So fucking perfect,” he mused, thumb trailing along your swollen lips, smearing the lipstick he’d complained about earlier, “should’ve told me sooner. I would’ve fucked you through every heat.”

His words made you coo, made your fingers weave into his blonde hair and pull him down for another kiss. You couldn’t get enough of his taste, whiskey and fire and something sickenly sweet, like pure honey over powdered sugar. Reiner was still holding back, you could practically feel growls stuck in his chest when your hands eagerly wandered over his plush pectorals.

So big. He’d be such a good protector. Such a good mate.

“Need you, need you, Rei, p-please,” you shifted your hips as you spoke, ready to flip onto your stomach so he could take you from behind. It’s how you got through all the heats you ever had before; face down in pillows, letting some Alpha fuck you senseless like nature intended. But his hands stilled you, pinned you down below him.

“Wanna watch your face as I take what’s mine.”

The tips of your ears felt scorched from his words and the blood in your body flushed under your skin.

His. You wanted to be his, fuck, you wanted your Alpha, needed him, need him to knot you and—

“Take me, f-fuck, I hurt so bad,” you were crying again, the pain in your womb like a knife sawing through flesh, twisting and turning.

“Gonna take such good care of you.”

And you knew he would. That’s the way Reiner was. A protector. A provider. Arrogant to mask the sweetness, prideful to hide the humility.

Big hands cupped your cheeks as his cockhead brushed through your folds, sending your neck flying back as you screamed just from the relief of feeling him spread your overheated slick.

“Gonna fill you to the brim with my cum.”

That broke you. Your last little grip on your sanity was remembering that Hange’s suppressants didn’t mix well with birth control. You hadn’t been on the pill for years, and with how strong this heat was, how repressed your body had felt, you were probably more fertile than you’d ever been.

“Fuck,” your hands found his face, and when he looked at you, you sailed away in the gold currents of his gaze, “breed me.”

His massive cock started to sink into your tight hole, the copious amounts of slick gushing from inside of you making his penetration easier. But even still, he was so engorged with blood and hormones ready to knot that his fat cock struggled to breach that first tight ring of muscle. You hissed, not from pain, but from relief, so ready to be full that no amount of stretching would detract from your pleasure.

Heavy hands were on your hips, pulling you down to take all of him in. He was finally growling, your walls constricting around him and making him go absolutely mad.

“Gonna breed you, Omega, give you my babies, f-fuck yes, have you dripping with cum.”

The blinding pleasure was almost devastating, making you feel numb, making you feel like this was all you ever needed in the whole goddamn world—all you needed was Reiner’s cock to bring you rapture, to have you ascending to the holy planes that zealots coveted.

“Move,” it was a quick plea, your legs curling around his waist in encouragement, “please, please fuck me, breed me.”

He started a slow pace, but was enough to have you spiraling, eyes fluttering shut as you got lost in him. One of his hands swatted at your cheek, just enough to sting.

“Eyes open. Watch me, be with me.”

You tried your best to obey, but the drumming of his cock in your cunt had you seeing dark spots even as your eyes opened again. Reiner kept his hand on your face, locking it around your jaw so you watched him as he fucked you, his beautiful, defined cheekbones tinted pink as he became overwhelmed with his rut.

How many times had you looked at him before? How many days had you spent working alongside him, doing your best to avoid looking at him? He got under your skin, made you feel weak. Maybe this was why, maybe you were repressing just how much you wanted him. Maybe he was meant to be your—

“Alpha,” you breathed it out, let it fan over his ears, let it sink into his psyche.

The word felt like a relief, like a sin. That attachment you feared was already caging you in.

His pace kicked up to something brutal as you acknowledged not just his biology, but his title to you.

You screamed so loudly that it hurt, had your throat burning as your moans bled into whines and mewls as he took from your willing cunt.

A cacophony of sex filled the hotel room, the sound of primal grunts, shrill little screams, of flesh against flesh, balls slapping against your ass, his cock ramming into your squelching, drooling pussy.

“That’s right, fuck, you’re mine, Omega. Mine.” He repeated the last word a few more times as he bent your legs farther back, straddling your thighs with his muscular legs as he folded you into a mating press. His cock began to stroke that sweet, spongy spot inside of you at the new angle, drilling into you at just the right curve to have you cumming before your body could even enjoy the build up.

You shattered, cunt clenching and as you were so pleased to orgasm around a thick Alpha cock. You were babbling nonsense, even thanking him for letting you cum. Just a string of pleas and AlphaAlphaAlpha pouring off your tongue and melting into his sweaty skin.

Your orgasm had your scent fresh in the room, had your neck fucking pounding with the need to be bitten, to be claimed.

Reiner could smell it, could smell your insatiable need, instincts picking up on words you just couldn’t say.

“Let me have you,” he demanded it between kisses to your shoulder, lips trailing up and stopping at the saccharine reek of your scent glands just below your jaw.

He wouldn’t claim you without permission, he wasn’t that kind of man, wasn’t that kind of Alpha.

You fell into a symphony of moans, neck tilting back in instinctual insinuation, but mouth still unwilling to make that plea. But then his scent overwhelmed you again, like spicy hot peppers and the sweetest sugar flooding over your body. You knew that scent by heart, had smelled it in smaller increments every day for years, had tried to ignore it, but now you couldn’t.

His cock was swelling inside of you, his ruthless pace and your lingering orgasm edging him closer to release. The hand on your hip had bruised your skin, perfect indent of his palm, his long fingers, etched into your skin. The other was pulling at your neck, pushing your face to the side as he skimmed the bridge of nose along your skin, waiting, wanting.

“Omega,” he purred, calling you, begging you, “please, yours, mine.”

He was losing his thoughts too, drowning in instincts and euphoria.

Your fingers laced in his hair, pulling his mouth closer to what he wanted.

“Yours, Alpha, f-fuck,” your acceptance was loud and clear, even through the fog and sounds of sex. One bite was all it took, teeth barely sinking into your skin. You cried from how good it felt, that ache finally silenced as his tongue lapped over that patch on your neck that could now only belong to him.

A bond was tightening, something scientists still couldn’t fully explain—being marked, claimed, it tethered you to someone beyond all comprehension. It was like making a deal with a devil, selling your soul, and for you, it was an admittance to attraction and acceptance of intimacy that you felt with Reiner.

The act of marking had his cock swelling inside you, knotting you and spilling his seed into your depths to stay. That overbearing fullness had you tumbling over the orgasmic mountain again, had you clinging and screaming, colors you’d never fucking seen before bursting in the corners of your eyes and traveling over your body like fireworks. You shivered in his arms, quaked, fell apart, and he held you. Purring, comforting, like he’d finally brought you home.

Time didn’t seem to exist, lines between pleasure and pain so blurred that you couldn’t even feel the burn in your legs from being spread open for so long. You stayed in that mating press for what felt like hours. Reiner kept kissing at your neck, letting his scent blend in with yours.

You’d never smell the same again. You’d always be tainted with him, carry bits of his scent with you forever. The thought didn’t even bother you, just brought you comfort, made you purr as your fingers lazily threaded through his hair.

Finally, his cock became soft enough for him to pull out of you, lines of cum dripping from your abused pussy as he fell on his back next to you.

The love hormones kicked in, had you curling around him even as you stretched out weary muscles. You were ready to sleep, ready to rest until the next wave of your heat came in a few hours and had you pleading for him again.

But a pesky thought plagued your mind, a jealous one, one you’d never had about another Alpha before.

How many other Omegas had wanted what was yours? How many of them had Reiner denied a claim to before you?

“Why me?” you murmured into his heaving chest, fingertips drawing aimless circles in his downy chest hair.

“Could ask you the same thing.”

You sat up to look at him, to let him cup your cheek as his eyes flickered over your face.

“How many Alphas have wanted you?”

There was solace in knowing he had the same questions.

“Haven’t had a heat since I met you.”

Concern flashed across his face, that intensity you were used to seeing in his brow coming to life.

“You won’t do that again.”

His command made you feel warm, had your belly already pulling and churning and wanting again.

“I won’t. Because even though you’re a shitty partner, you’re my mate.”

That realization swept over him hard and fast, a range of emotions painting his features before he settled on a smile.

His thumb petted your skin, bringing you in for a kiss.

“You’re the only award I needed tonight.”

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sukunas-angel · 3 years ago

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When The Clock Strikes Midnight Collab.

Sukuna x Female Reader

Little Red Riding Hood Theme.

Word Count: 2.4k

Trigger warnings: Non-Con. Please do NOT read if this bothers/triggers you. View at your own discretion.

Tags: NSFW, Non-Con, Little Red Riding Hood Theme, JJK, Jujutsu Kaisen AU, Sukuna x DFAB Reader, Predator x Prey Trope.

It hadn’t always been like this.

She couldn’t pinpoint exactly when the rumours had started, or when fear had spread like a vicious wildfire around the village. She remembered a time before the whispers and the unofficial curfew. She remembered a time when the sun used to shine, and life as she knew it was just plain ordinary.

There was a cursed spirit that supposedly lurked in the woods that separated the small village from her grandmothers cottage. She wasn’t sure when or how it had arrived, just that people who dared go near the forest were never seen again.

She had lost classmates, friends. Too many she knew went venturing into the forest, to never return again. Some of them were brave; searching for missing family and friends. And some were stupid, sneaking into the dense wood on dares in the dead of night. It didn’t matter their intention. Whoever entered the forest, never came back.

Y/N was neither brave nor stupid.

No, certainly not brave. Even now, her heart raced fiercely in her chest as she slowly trudged through the sea of amber leaves on the forest floor. Her hands were clammy and balled into tight fists inside the oversized sleeves of her red hoodie. Her breaths came fast and laboured, creating a white smoke in the cold autumn air. No, she certainly wasn’t brave at all.

She just felt guilty.

The fear and hysteria had gotten so severe in the village that no one dared deliver groceries to her grandmother anymore. It had been almost 5 days since all ventures into the forest had stopped completely, and Y/N was certain her grandmother had to be slowly starving by now. She was far too old and frail to be foraging for food in the forest, and far too sickly to be going without proper nutrition.

Y/N wasn’t stupid.

She knew a journey into the forest meant certain death. She knew this, she really did.

But she couldn’t just let her grandmother starve to death.

She was the last bit of family she had. And starvation was such a slow and cruel death. She couldn’t handle the guilt, the overwhelming feeling of responsibility that weighed heavily in her chest.

So here she was, on a gloomy October morning, walking into certain death, with a basket full of groceries clutched to her chest.

It was almost funny.

No, it was funny. She giggled to herself. Actually, it was hilarious. She had ventured into certain death with nothing to arm herself with, but cans of soup. She giggled some more; perhaps she was dumb.

“How odd. They’re not normally crazy until after I’ve finished with them.”

Her body froze in place, and her eyes darted around wildly, trying to find the source of the voice. From what the village elders had told everyone, cursed spirits weren’t supposed to talk.

“No matter. You humans are always the same when you die. Snivelling, pathetic little shrimps right until the last breath.”

The voice was closer now, causing the hairs on her arms to stand on end. She turned her whole body suddenly, whipping her head round to face the incredible evil that stood behind her.

What stood before her wasn’t what she expected at all.

She hasn’t expected a cursed spirit to look so human. The elders had painted them as such ghastly creatures, a terrible sight for anyone who could actually see them. But the entity that stood before her was almost attractive. Something so pleasing to the eye that, if she weren’t scared out of her mind, she might’ve found him incredibly handsome.

His pink hair complimented his red eyes perfectly, and his frighteningly tall figure was sculpted and muscled beneath the white robe he wore.

“Y-you’re human?” She questioned uncertainly.

He looked human enough. Sure, he had odd black markings on his skin but that could just be paint, right? The elders had insisted cursed spirits were monsters, incapable of speech and very unlikely to be seen by the eyes of ordinary humans.

“You can see me?” He seemed genuinely delighted at the prospect, a large grin splitting his face, revealing sharp, pointed teeth.

Teeth that certainly weren’t human.

She shook her head dumbly, averting her eyes in a futile attempt to pretend she was blind to the presence in front of her.

“You shook your head to my question, which means you can hear me too. What an interesting little human you are,” he almost cooed to her, stepping forward in curiosity.

She stepped back instinctively, with every fibre of her being screaming for her to run. She was in the vicinity of an apex predator. She was the prey, she was helpless. She knew this in her very soul.

Run.

Her brain was screaming at her to sprint, adrenaline coursed through her veins. Her muscles were poised, ready to contract, to move her faster than she’d likely ever moved before.

But she couldn’t move.

“Humans haven’t been able to see me in millennia. Not since those jujutsu sorcerers were still around.”

He was speaking to her again, smiling at her in malice. His cold red eyes appraised her form, smiling wider when he noticed how ready she was to bolt.

“What’s the matter little human? Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled darkly, stepping even closer.

“You know, most people would have ran by now. What’s the matter? Too frightened to move?” He taunted her, making her blood boil at his mocking tone.

“What’s the point in running? I’d be dead within seconds. I’d rather face my death head on. I’m not a coward.” She spat at him, her eyes a raging fire.

She could tell he enjoyed this. He enjoyed the fear he brought to people, the chase when they ran. And she was sure he enjoyed killing them after.

Though she was terrified, and her body screamed at her to run as fast as she could, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

His resounding laugh startled her.

“What an interesting little creature you are!” He laughed in delight, clapping his hands together with a large grin.

“But your little front doesn’t fool me. I can hear your racing heart, little girl. I can smell the adrenaline coursing through your veins. I can taste your fear.” His voice lowered and he stepped toward her again.

She backed up now, cursing herself when her back hit the cold bark of a tree. She should’ve been more aware of her surroundings. He was too close to try moving away from the tree behind her now.

She was too frightened to try move anyway, her legs shook and she slumped slightly into the tree trunk, her knees weak from fear. She wanted to be strong, to face her imminent death head on.

But she was afraid.

His large figure caged her to the tree, his arm coming to rest just above her head. He looked down at her cruelly.

“You. Are. Terrified.” He whispered in her ear. She whimpered in response, her head sinking into her shoulders in fear.

“You know,” he started, a hunger settling in his crimson eyes once again.

“There was a story that went around this village back when I was human,” Sukuna purred, drawing his face closer to hers so that their noses almost touched.

“About a poor little girl…” he grabbed her fragile wrists in his hands, pinning them above her head. She watched him through fearful, wide eyes.

He could feel her heart hammering in her chest. He had forgotten how pleasant and warm a woman’s body could be. She was ever so pretty too, her large doe eyes had drawn him in from the beginning.

“And a big…” he put his lips to her ear, grinning at how she shivered in fear.

“….Bad…” he licked the shell of her ear, revelling in her cry of fear.

“….Wolf.” Sukuna growled, pushing his body into hers, trapping her impossibly tight against the tree. He licked up her neck, moaning at just how good she tasted.

So sweet.

She tried squirming away from him; being pinned so tightly between him and the tree was almost painful. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, she couldn’t bear to look at the beautiful monster in front of her anymore.

“You’re delicious.” Sukuna whispered in her ear, nibbling on the lobe.

“Did you eat the other people that came into the woods?” She’d tried to sound strong, but the wobble in her voice betrayed her.

He pulled back to look down upon her coldly. His cruel smirk told her the answer to her question.

“Yes.” He affirmed, stroking her cheek with one sharp nail while his other hand kept her wrists pinned above her head.

Her knees almost gave way at his answer, as her breaths came out in frantic gasps.

So many people…

So many people had been eaten. By this human-like monster in front of her.

Oh, god. Y/N thought.

I’ll be eaten too.

“A-are you gonna eat me?” She breathed, looking up into his cold red eyes. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

Y/N didn’t want to die. She was too young. She had so much to live for, so much she wanted to do. She never even got to leave this damned village. She was born here, set to die here, without ever seeing anywhere else.

A wasted life. She thought miserably.

“No.”

Her eyes met Sukuna’s again in shock.

“Though you are delicious,” he grinned, his pointed teeth making her shudder.

“A human hasn’t been able to see or hear me in millennia. And here you are,”

“A pretty little girl, who stumbled so innocently into my territory,” he was whispering into her ear again, making her shiver.

“Who can see and hear me. Killing you would be a waste.” He nuzzled his face into her neck, groaning at how good she smelt.

“It’s been years since I felt the touch of a woman.” He told her, sucking lightly on her neck.

Her eyes widened as the meaning of his words dawned on her.

“No, no, no, no! No way…no way in hell will I…I’m not…I won’t be your whore.” She sputtered angrily, squirming wildly, trying to pull her wrists from his grip.

He dropped her wrists, stepping backwards. The grin on his face was feral.

“Such spunk for helpless little prey like you” he delighted.

“Let’s play a game.” He decided, a gleeful grin still playing on his lips.

“You’ll be little red riding hood,”

“And I’ll be the big, bad wolf.” He bared his sharp teeth at her, portraying just how wolflike he really looked.

“If you make it out of these woods before I catch you, you’re free.”

“But if I catch you, you’re mine.” He growled possessively.

“I’ll give you a little head start, it’s only fair. You’re such weak prey after all.” He ran his fingers through his hair, his posture undoubtedly relaxed.

Y/N knew he was certain of his inevitable victory.

She was sure he would win too, even with whatever ‘head-start’ he was so graciously going to give her. He’d single handedly pinned her against the tree like it was nothing, despite her using all her strength to squirm away. This ‘game’ of his was futile.

But, damn, she had to try.

She couldn’t just roll over and become someone’s whore.

She took off running, unwilling to hear him speak anymore. She thought perhaps if she ran and caught him off guard, she’d be able to put even more distance between them.

She could hear his loud laughter booming behind her, she’d never heard something so cold.

“Ten.” She heard him call, and she almost cried in response.

Ten seconds??

That’s what he called a head start?

She pushed herself harder, the muscles in her legs burning from the exertion. She wasn’t even sure the direction she was running in was the right one, she’d had no time to think. All she could do was run and hope that she reached the village in time.

“Nine.” He still sounded somewhat close.

“Eight.” His voice sounded somewhat distant now.

“Seven.” The end of the forest was nowhere in sight, but his voice was definitely fading.

“Six” she barely heard him, perhaps she’d put a decent distance between them now, she hoped.

She weaved in and out of the trees with an agility she never knew she possessed. The adrenaline pumping through her veins made everything clearer, focussed her enough to easily dodge stray roots and branches that would trip her or hinder her escape.

She wasn’t sure how long it had been, but she guessed he was probably chasing her by now. She just hoped she’d covered enough distance to escape him.

She didn’t hear him.

He was silent as he tackled her roughly to the ground.

Air was forced out her lungs in a gasp at the force of it, her dazed eyes meeting his as he pinned her roughly to the ground.

“No…no…” she breathed, tears pouring out her eyes.

He sat on her, his weight heavy on her waist, as he leaned toward her, her wrists being pushed painfully into the cold ground.

“I win.” He whispered into her ear, before licking it.

“No…” she whimpered as more tears fell.

“Yes.” He purred, nuzzling her neck again.

“You smell delightful.” He groaned again.

“P-please…” she whimpered, her chest heaving still as she gasped for air.

“And now the wolf devours it’s prey.” He growled, licking up her neck.

“You said you didn’t want to eat me!” She cried.

He chuckled, licking away a stray tear from her cheek.

“Oh, sweetheart,” He growled.

“I lied.” He grinned, as she cried out again, shaking in fear.

“However, killing you really would be a waste.” He continued.

He sat up again, keeping her arms pinned by her head still. He appraised her form again, smirking. Sukuna truly hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing something so beautiful in a long time.

“Good thing there’s more than one way to eat someone.” He chuckled.

Y/N gasped shakily as the meaning of his words dawned on her.

Sukuna pressed his lips against hers roughly, forcing his tongue between her lips. He groaned as he did, relishing how good it felt. How good she tasted.

Yes, there was more than one way to eat someone. She thought helplessly.

She wasn’t sure which way was worse.

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bratshaws · 2 years ago

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goodness gracious 21. brb x oc

a/n: okay this chapter was sweet. uwu (also yeah, guess Evelyn's father is finally known ehe)

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It’s been two weeks since they last talked and while she felt a bit anxious sometimes, she knew deep in her heart he was okay, he was just very busy and couldn’t chat all the time. He told her the time they’d all come back, so she shouldn’t be so worried, even if her brain would sometimes pop less than welcome suggestions of outcomes she knew it was just her anxiety playing tricks on her.

Shells and Penny both knew the time Bob and Mav were coming back as well, the older woman being the voice of reason when the other two would get too into their heads with fears and worries. When asked how she did it, Penny said she’s been without Pete for a long time but something inside of her always said they’d see each other again, the feeling never disappeared whenever he was away so she used that as confirmation that he’ll be fine.

But Beatrice understood her words, because while her brain would rattle with anxious thoughts her heart would calm her down with words of ‘he’s okay, he’s coming back.’. Beatrice always thought the voice in her head, the intuition voice, often sounded like her nonna’s thick Sicilian accent.

She enjoyed working at the bar because it gave her a distraction, especially now that Penny got that fancy ice machine and they’d stop using the bags of ice. While they did help, it was just because the old machine started acting weird and Penny didn’t want it to suddenly go out in the middle of a busy night. So now they are just preparing the bar for when the machine arrived, which would be on this Friday afternoon, thankfully Penny let the patrons know that, meaning the chances of anyone showing up were minimal.

Even if they did, the doors would be locked and there’d be a huge ‘under maintenance’ sign pinned on it. Hopefully they’d be back up to speed on Saturday night.

Right now,they were all cleaning the bar for when the machine got there, moving stuff out of the way so it’d be spacious enough for it to pass. Shells took some trash out while the two other women were inside, making her way to the green trash bin down the street, looking up when she saw something move ahead of her.

Her steps slowed down while her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, keeping her eyes on a woman who stood on the beach like a sore thumb. She opened the bin with her vision still on the lady, dropping the trash bags inside, narrowing her eyes a bit. The woman had thick and long black hair that fluttered with the wind alongside her long geometric patterned red and blue dress, her arms up in what she could only describe as a ‘praise to the sun’ position.

Shells didn’t know if she should say something, so she didn’t, she just backed away silently into the bar. Once she got in, she jutted her thumb over her shoulder “Never thought I’d say that, but I saw a hippie lady on the beach,” Penny stopped her cleaning to stare at her niece, “Swear to God, long colorful dress and everything.”

“Did she say something?” Shells shook her head negatively, walking further into the bar.

“I didn’t get close,” with her back turned she didn’t see Beatrice walking back from the storage room with a clean rag in her hands, “I swear I thought it was Janis Joplin coming back from the dead, half expected her to sing Me and Bobby McGee.” Beatrice’s question of who they were talking about made Shells turn her body to face the brunette, “Some lady on the beach, she was like preaching the sun or something.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, had this long boho dress and everything.” she didn’t notice how Beatrice’s face changed, “Long black hair too, it was like we were back in 1969.”

Beatrice blinked, parting her lips, “Where did you see her?” Shells explained the location past the trash bins, frowning at Bea’s expression before the brunette walked out of the bar to check the outside. The woman in question was no longer on the beach, now she was walking through the parking lot with her sandals hooked on her fingers, long black hair moving with the wind, “Oh my God…” Shells peeked over Bea’s shoulder, “That’s my aunt.”

“...your…aunt??” she repeated, “I…your aunt is a hippie? Listen don’t get me wrong but I met your parents, they are anything but free love friendly.”

“My aunt was always the odd one out,” Beatrice explained, looking back at Penny, “Can I just talk to her real quick? She never comes down here.” the older woman nods and Beatrice wipes her hands on her jeans, walking out of the Hard Deck to meet the statuesque figure of her aunt coming closer.

Her aunt, who looked younger than her own age - blessings on the dna - smiled when Beatrice approached, opening her arms wide, “Hello my love,” her soft spoken tone said, humming happily when Beatrice hugged her, the black haired woman squeezing her niece tighter, “Oh, I’m really happy to see you.”

Unlike her twin, Beatrice’s father, Martha’s Italian accent was milder but it came out whenever she had to roll her r’s and the vowel was open, which added to her soft spoken voice made her sound almost mystical. While her siblings joked their own mother was a witch, they were sure that aunt Martha was a witch without a doubt, “I’m happy to see you too but,what are you doing here,auntie?”

Martha smiled, looking up to the sky, “I felt like taking a walk.”

“...from–from your house?” the other woman nods and Beatrice blinks, “But you live in Escondido…”

“I used my bike silly.” her aunt giggles,as if it wasn’t still a three hours ride “I didn’t really walk all the way down here.” her aunt’s eyes shone with mirth, looking down at her niece, cupping her cheeks and turning her head left and right, before closing her eyes in silence. Beatrice blinked, waiting for her aunt to say something, ‘You feel lighter, my love,” her aunt says with her eyes still closed, “Your heart feels free, like a sparrow…my darling girl you are in love.”

Now she wasn’t expecting that type of information. Okay, her aunt was the mystical sort of woman who she was sure could control the weather if she so desired, but she still freaked her out a bit when she said things like that, “I-I…”

“Yes…yes you are in love,” Martha opened her eyes to show the light brown irises staring down at her niece, “What a joy it is.” she drops her hands from Bea’s cheeks, to place both of her own on top of her heart, “I am very happy for you.”

‘...t-thank you auntie,” Beatrice looked over her shoulder to the Hard Deck, a blonde head peeking out with her eyebrows furrowed “Um…but you didn’t say why you showed up. Is everything okay?”

“Why, everything is more than okay.” Martha smiles, “I simply wanted to see you…and give you this.” from a hidden pocket in her dress, Martha pulls out an envelope, an envelope that looked a lot like the wedding invitation Bea got months ago. The brunette blinked, her eyes going from the envelope to her aunt, before she slowly grabbed it from her hand.

“Um…auntie you already invited me, remember?I’m one of your bridesmaids.” she chuckles softly, moving her eyes downward to the cream colored envelope, “Why would you need to–” the name written on the paper, in curved bronze letters, was her name…and Bradley’s. Beatrice’s soul left her body and she immediately paled while looking down at the invitation, holding with both hands now. No, she asked her parents to not do this!

“Your father thought it’d be a good idea.” Martha smiles, oblivious to her niece’s turmoil, “So, it’s your new invitation, I even told the hotel to prepare the room for two.” Beatrice’s wide eyes slowly moved upwards to her grinning aunt, “Everyone will be so happy to meet him.”

Yes, every single one of her family members on both of her parents sides, including the ones from Sicily “O-Oh,” Bea’s words were soft and quiet, with a slight tremble to them, “How nice of you, a-auntie, but–” her aunt just smiles more, nodding her head “But,um he’s deployed and I don’t…think he’ll be here before the wedding,” that was a lie, obviously, but her aunt didn’t have to know that. Her aunt, amazingly just blinked in her direction, she had a feeling that the woman didn’t believe her one bit.

“Well my darling, something in me says he’ll be back sooner than that.” Bea’s smile faltered with an awkward laugh leaving her lips, “Trust me, it will be fine.” her aunt leans down to press a kiss to her niece’s forehead, who in turn stays immobile, not being able to say anything in return, “I’ll see you two then.”

“But–”

“Je t’aime mon petit Beatrice, au revoir!” her aunt waves her goodbye with a flourish, long dress flapping with the wind as she makes her way back to her bike, climbing on it and riding away from the Hard Deck. Beatrice dropped her arms to her sides, backing away until she touched the walls of the bar, her eyes staring at nothing.

Shells walked out to meet her outside, looking from the brunette to the strange woman riding away on her bike, “Sooo…what did she want?” She got no reply, but she saw Bea lift a shaky hand to show an envelope, “You want me to–okay,” she picked the envelope up, seeing her name and Rooster’s on the paper. “...ah.” the brunette slides down onto the sidewalk, placing her head on her hands, with Shells crouching next to her, “I guess you didn’t plan on this, huh?”

“I told my parents I didn’t want to take Brad, do you know how many people will be there in total?? Over one hundred!” Beatrice groans, slapping her hands over her eyes “God not to mention my cousins who will immediately sniff the fresh new man within a five miles radius and hound him like a pack of starving hyenas, making jokes about how much I paid for his company.”

Shells frowned, flipping the envelope back and forth, “So what do you plan on doing? He was invited.” Beatrice dropped her hands to her sides, looking at the envelope for a good five seconds before she snatched it from Shells’ hand.

“I’m going to hide it and use my own invitation to get in. He doesn’t need to know.”

“I mean…sure, but wouldn’t that also give something for your family to talk about?” Shells added helpfully, “How possible is it that most of them know about him?”

“...very possible.” the brunette sighed, running a hand through her haid, “I-I can’t do this to him, can you imagine? I wanted him to meet my family, my parents and siblings, not the whole pack of wolves. God, my uncle Roberto will ask him about the Navy and make comparisons to when he went to war too,uuuuuuuuuughh…”

Shells pursed her lips, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear when the wind picked up, only to grab the invitation from Bea’s hand again, “I think you should at least mention it to him, then he could say if he thinks it’s okay to go or not.” she says, “He’s a big boy, Bea, he has the right to say yes or no.”

“...I…you are right.” she sighs, the back of her head hitting the wall as she looks up to the clouds slowly rolling by, “I can’t just do that, he has to give me his answer…and I hate it. I hate it because I know my whole family way too much…but, you are right.”

“Like always,” Shells smiles, standing up alongside Bea who laughs in response, “But how about we go out tonight? To relax?We won’t come to work after all.”

“Do you have a place in mind?”

“I do, I was thinking of The Singing Stop, that karaoke bar with those private booths for you to use instead of a stage,” she pulls out her phone, “Friday is free for the ladies and if you go in a trio you get extra chicken wings.”

“Were you planning on inviting Penny?”

“I tried,” Shells said, flicking through her phone, “But she said she’d like to stay home with Melia tonight, so, who is our next option? Who’s the one person who’d always be up for Karaoke night? Evelyn.”

Evelyn did love karaoke, Shells wasn’t wrong. She’d get very into it, pulling a whole performance while singing too, “Well, okay, sure. Did you talk to her yet?”

“Um, yes,” she says, following Bea inside the bar, “I sure did, she already said yes. By the way, we’ll definitely get hammered so we’ll need an Uber.” Beatrice frowned, looking back at the blonde with a worried face “Okaaay, maybe not that hammered, just enough to see double.”

It was Penny’s voice that interrupted their talking, walking past them holding a bucket of water, “as long as the two of you can stand tomorrow night, that’s fine by me.” she chuckles, “Now come on, we have to finish everything in fifteen minutes.”

“They better have Mr.Brightside or I’m rioting.” Evelyn said as they walked into the karaoke bar, the 70s color palette of reds, yellows and blues adorning them. Evelyn was the first to walk to one of the employees, asking for a private room alongside a qr code menu, giving the other two a smile when the man said to follow him.

The room was yellow with inner lights on the walls, shining down the U shaped dark blue seats in front of a tv and a coffee table separated the two parts of the couch to be in front of one another. Once they all got inside and closed the door, Evelyn removed her dark suit jacket to expose the black tube top underneath, already checking the songs while Bea and Shells took their seats.

Shells would be the one responsible for the drinks and snacks for the night, “Okay, we already have extra chicken wings but what are we feeling tonight for drinks? I think we should get some beer.”

“I’m okay with that,” Ev said, still looking for her song with her back to the two, “Beer and chicken wings, nothing better.”

“I’m okay with it too,” said Bea, placing her green jacket to the side, combing her hair over her shoulder while crossing her legs by the knee as Shells set their order. The brunette tilted her head to Evelyn, who let out a sound of triumph when she found her song, she didn’t play it yet, instead she let the name hover on the screen before sitting down next to Bea with a sigh.

“When was the last time the three of us went out together?” Evelyn asked, crossing her own legs.

“Oh, oof,” Beatrice chuckles, looking away to wrack her memory, “I think it was two weeks after grad? Then we all went our own ways.” she turns towards Evelyn with a small smile, “How’s it going on getting the old team back?”

Evelyn sighed, her lips pursing in a frown, “Honestly, I managed to get Eliza and Carmen too, but like, Tori? Out of the question, she joined an MLM and would just offer us her products instead of playing for real.”

“We all knew Tori was weird,” Shells voice said, lowering her phone once the order was sent, “So I won’t lie and say she’ll be missed, cause she won’t.”

The three women reminisced for a while longer until their snacks arrived. Shells made sure to record their night out to the best of her ability, saying it was a once in a lifetime thing, they needed to have it archived for the future.

“Okay, I think I’ll tackle the elephant in the room,” Shells began, gesturing a chicken bone to Evelyn’s direction, “Why isn’t Ms.Evelyn Simpson dating anyone?” the dark haired woman rolled her eyes, choosing to sip her beer instead, “Because we know you are a looker, you could have any guy you wanted.”

“Is your dad a vice admiral?” Evelyn retorted, arching her eyebrows, “Is he a pain in the ass?”

“You can’t prevent yourself from dating because of your dad, Ev,” Bea replied softly, wiping her mouth with a napkin, “Who knows? Maybe there’s a perfect guy for you somewhere, just waiting.”

“Or maybe it’s just Hangman.” Shells snickered, laughing louder when Beatrice tossed the napkin her way, with the blonde’s laughter diminishing to quiet giggles.

“I’d rather chug a gallon of bleach,” Evelyn murmured, “He’s so typical, like he’s a mold of every navy type there is…unlike Bea’s pilot.” she gestured her thumb in the brunette’s direction, “By the way, let’s be honest, the two of them are nauseating.” she said to Shells, who cackled even louder much to their curvy friend’s surprise, “I mean, good God I thought I’d develop type 2 diabetes just by standing near them.”

“Babes you have no idea.” Shells smirks, “It’s so painfully sweet I swear I feel like vomiting sometimes.”

“...I don’t know how to feel about all that…”

Evelyn smiled, draping her arms over Bea’s shoulder, “You should be happy because while we both feel our teeth rotting, we like seeing you with someone who likes you so much.,” Shells nods in agreement, lifting her beer “Because you deserve it, after all the shit He Who Shall Not Be Named did to you.”

The two of them were with Beatrice during the last months of her relationship with Eric, they were with her when she’d had her panic attacks and they were with her when she shared she wanted to end things for real this time. They really just wanted the best for Beatrice, which they knew for a fact it wasn’t Eric, so when she finally cut things off with him, they had a celebration…at a karaoke bar.

“...Thanks guys, I really,” Beatrice blushed, looking down at her hands, “I really like Bradley,” she almost said the L word again but she didn’t feel like saying it now, not without Brad knowing it first “He’s very special to me.”

“Just please name your first kid after me,” Shells added, “‘Cause without me, neither of you would’ve gotten together. Evelyn you should’ve seen it, it was like two pre school kids who never acted up, Ugh! Rooster just kept looking at Bea who only looked at him when he wasn’t looking and it was driving me insane. I had to step in.”

Beatrice hummed, narrowing her eyes playfully at her friend but only sipping her beer with a little smile, “Well,I thank you for stepping in then, I’m very very happy…which reminds me, what about you and Bob?” It was interesting to see how Shells’ expression softened and she touched the rim of her bottle with a little smile.

“I like him a lot too.” The usually loud blonde said quietly, “He’s so sweet, a bit shy at first but, he’s incredibly sweet…and god he’s so good in bed. You’d never think so under that sweet façade he has.But it’s like the phrase goes: gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets!”

The laughter reverberated around the room, with the three girls clicking their bottles together in celebration. Not long after that, Evelyn wiped her hands clean to stand to her feet, grabbing the mic, “Okay, it’s my time to shine.”

“You always choose Mr.Brightside,” Shells chuckled, “Don’t you have other options?”

“Listen as an emo child of the 2000’s I have to start with this song, either that or Helena by MCR.” she explains, shrugging before pressing play so the known melody would start. Evelyn would always get into the songs, no matter what kind, so when she stood still as a rod in the middle of the room with the mic to her mouth, “Coming out of my cage and I’ve been doing just fine-”

Shells lifted her phone to record Evelyn’s performance, who while in the beginning of the song stood still as a rod, tossed her head forward violently once she hit the ‘but this is the price I pay!’, clenching the air dramatically, with her hair tossing back when ‘Mr.Brightside left her mouth.

The other two girls cheered, clapping their hands when Evelyn continued her performance, kicking and headbanging and playing air guitar until she finally dropped to her knees when the song ended with her chest heaving. She was glistening with sweat, like she was the one in concert instead of The Killers, but she smiled at her friends hollering her name.

Evelyn gracefully stood to her feet, bowing in thanks “Okay, who’s next?”

“Oh, me!” Shells scrambled to her feet, giving Bea the phone “I wanna sing Get Outta My Way, by Kylie.”

“Oh my god, and you call me a song repeater??”

“Um, I choose a variety of Kylie songs okay? My queen deserves nothing less.” Shells smiles, flipping through the list until she finds it. Much like Evelyn, she too put on a performance with a lot of hair flipping and hand motions, mimicking some of Kylie Minogues’ choreography - some not even from this specific song - but either she was having a blast, while Evelyn and Bea cheered on, the latter filming the whole ordeal.

When she was done with the song, she finished with the mic up in the air and a tired smile on her face, waving off the clapping with a smile, “Okay, now,” she offers the mic to Beatrice, who blinks up in surprise, “Your turn bumblebea.”

“Oh, oh okay.” Beatrice switched the phone for the mic, adjusting her ripped jeans on her legs before looking at her friends, “I never know what song to sing.”

With the phone up, Shells shouts, “Great Balls of Fire! Do it! Sing it!”

“I don’t even know if they have it!” The idea of singing Rooster’s songs suddenly made her cheeks heat up, but she couldn’t help but be excited if she could sing it. So she turned to the TV, biting her lower lip while checking the song list, “Oh my god…they do. Should I sing it?”

“Yes!” Shells shouted, “You better do that! Sing for your man away from you!”

Beatrice laughed nervously, she didn’t know why she was so nervous about singing it. She wished she was singing it with Rooster…but, well, he wasn’t here. She hoped he wouldn’t be upset because she did it without him. With one final breath of courage, she pressed play, biting her lower lip while smiling as the known piano keys appeared.

It took her some time to let loose, even with the beer in her system, she felt a bit awkward while singing along. Until the first Great Balls of Fire made itself known, then she just got into it. Between shimmying her shoulders and dramatic hand motions, Shells was sure Beatrice’s movements were very similar to Rooster’s whenever he played it.

She didn’t plan on telling her friend of the video she’d send the pilot, just because she didn’t want Bea to be against it. Evelyn and Shells hooted for Beatrice whenever she moved with the song, clearly happy to see their friend having so much fun. By the time the song ended, Beatrice was breathing hard but smiling even harder, laughing when the other two stood up to hug her close.

They stood there for a couple more hours, between drinking and singing - even singing together to Katy Perry’s California Gurls with Shells demanding to sing Snoop Dogg’s part on the song - until they left the bar. They were stumbling a bit, but not enough to consider themselves too drunk to know what they were doing.

They didn’t plan on going home yet, so they just wandered up the street laughing to one another - Evelyn almost losing her balance twice only for Beatrice to hold her up. They ended up in an empty skate park, still singing and dancing like the music was still playing.

Shells pointed the phone up to the dancing Beatrice, who sang Madonna’s Like a Virgin while moving much like in Tiff’s class, “Hey Bea!” the brunette stopped, looking right at the camera, “Can you do something for me?”

Bradley yawned quietly, rubbing his face as he lay on the bottom bunk, grabbing his phone to set his alarm. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he saw that Shells sent him a message on instagram. He had no idea why she’d message him and not Bob, but if he knew Shells it was nothing good.

So he opened it, expecting some weird meme she found online…but it wasn’t. Instead it was several videos of no one other but Beatrice. He looked up at the top bunk, hearing Fanboy turn on his mattress, before he leaned into his bag to pick up his air pods. Once connected he thumbed the screen up to the first video, pressing play and his whole body reacted when he noticed the song Beatrice was singing along to.

His lips parted in surprise, watching her move and sing to her heart’s content to his song. Well, not his song but the song he would always play at the bar. Rooster could only watch, mesmerized, watching his girlfriend sing Great Balls of Fire on a karaoke machine, laughing and dancing, almost oblivious to Shells’ filming her. He let out a soft laugh, then covered his mouth when she flipped her hair and pursed her lips at the ‘you kissed me baby!’ part of the song, shimmying her shoulders along with the beat.

The video stopped and he had to mentally recover from what he just saw, before he went to the next one which was Beatrice this time singing I Want to Know What Love is by Foreigner, just into the song as the first one before watching the last one that was I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston. She looked really gorgeous whenever she had fun, with her laugh leaving her lips and dancing like there was nothing stopping her.

He couldn’t help but also notice how beautiful she looked, with her sleeveless turtleneck top and ripped jeans, hair flowy and shining under the lights. God he missed her so much. Did Shells send that to him just to make him suffer? Because it was working. There was another notification from Shells, she sent yet another video. This time they weren’t in the bar anymore, they were in what he assumed to be a park, so he got comfortable on his bunk and pressed play yet again.

“Bea! Bea!Look!” Beatrice’s eyes were glazed but she smiled at the camera and he couldn’t help but smile back, she was definitely buzzed, “Look, if you had to say anything to Rooster right now, what would you say?” wait, what?

Beatrice blinked, licking her lips as she thought about it, “I’d say…that I miss him, a lot but he knows I do!” she giggles, “...and…that he makes me very happy and that I think he’s the sweetest, kindest, hottest guy I’ve ever met. That I still can’t believe he’s mine and that…ummmm…that his mouth tastes sweet, like honey and I can’t get enough of him! His lips are soooooooo soft and so nice!hmmm, but,but I also!” she makes a point to hold up a finger, “I think he’s brave and he makes me feel safe, he makes me feel the happiest I’ve ever felt before!” she giggles, then blinks at the camera, “Why do you ask?”

Shells turns the camera to her face, “Oh, no reason, just curious.” she smirks down at the camera, finally stopping the video.Rooster stared at the screen for a few more seconds, then let the device fall screen first on his chest, rubbing his face with both hands, groaning quietly into his palms. How was he to deal with this? With her? He couldn’t just run to her and pick her up to kiss her like no tomorrow, he still had a few more weeks to go by before he returned.

His chest warmed up with feelings, with pure love for this girl, who cared for him and believed in him so much without a single doubt within her. He dropped his hands, sucking in a shaky breath before he looked back down to his phone, only seeing that Shells left him a ‘>:P’ emoji that he chose not to reply to, he knew she wouldn’t mind either.

He makes her feel safe. She mentioned to him during their first time together that his room felt like safety to her…and he couldn’t imagine a better compliment to have from someone he loved so much. Rooster sighed sweetly, closing his eyes with a smile before he finally set up his alarm, giving one last look at the video just so he could have her voice in his head before he slipped into dreamland.

He slid the phone under his pillow, still smiling when he finally fell asleep.

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