#and Hound of course just grabs it and drags her around

[gay-wh0re-slut]

Wake Up Call

a rhea ripley x fem reader fic

CW: praise kink, oral sex, dom rhea, slight degradation, public teasing, slight somnophilia

Finally a day off, you think to yourself as you look at the shared calender app, with the calender title “R + (Y/F/I)”. As you lay in bed beside the sleeping muscular woman, you watch her chest rise and fall with every breath taking in the moment of waking up before her for once. She’s always up early to work out before her plane or for an interview or simply because she couldn’t sleep. But today you decided to let her sleep as long as her body allowed.

You slowly got out of bed as carefully as possible not wanting to wake her up, though when she’s asleep, she’s asleep but you still didn’t want to risk it. When you finally make it out, slipping on some fuzzy socks and sweatpants complimenting your “who’s your mami?” tshirt, you make your way to the kitchen.

Barry, Luna and Ryuk are cuddled up on the couch but somehow they didn’t hear you. Guess I’m the only one awake this morning. As you make the morning coffee, the sounds of the machine finally wake up the dogs and the sound of their nails clack on the floor as they trot towards you.

“Hi friends,” you say as you scratch their heads, one hand each, “lazy day for you guys too, huh?” Soft fur rubs against your leg followed by a tail wrapping around your ankle, “Morning, Ryuk.”

You let the hounds outside to enjoy the morning, you grab your coffee and follow them out. You sit and watch them play for a bit before diving into the morning social media scroll. You look through Twitter, Instagram, and Tiktok, before you realize it’s almost noon and Rhea still isn’t awake.

You follow the dogs inside as they pant their way to the cool tile floor of the kitchen, then make your way back to the bedroom.

Lying in a slightly different position than earlier, the raven haired woman still sleeping, you crawl into the bed slowly removing the covers from her. She wriggles a bit at the sudden cold so you freeze hoping to not wake her. You then begin to slowly and carefully take off her athletic shorts followed by her underwear. Somehow she didn’t move as much when you did that, was she dreaming this too? you laughed to yourself.

You let her settle for a bit, staring in awe that you just get to do this whenever you want. She even said one day, “you can wake me up any way you want,” with that devilish smirk on her face. Today was the day you took her up on that offer.

When you finally decided that she wasn’t going to move anymore, you opened her legs wider and settled yourself on your stomach between her muscular thighs that could choke you out any minute.

You begin by ever so slightly raking your tongue up her folds. Her hips jerked, but only the smallest amount, so you keep going. Barely brushing your tongue on her, watching her face for any sign of her being awake.

You kept your light touch and slow pace for a good while, then you press harder and focus more on her now sensitive bud. Her hips begin to move against you, when you hear a loud inhale from above you, followed by a “holy shit,” in her sleepy accent.

You smile as your response, but you press harder knowing she’s awake. A hand lovingly grabs your hair pushing you deeper into her, but her strength isn’t fully awake yet so it’s just a light push.

Unfortunately, her phone begins to ring and of course it’s none other than Dom. She huffs letting it ring but then decided against it because he’ll just keep calling if she doesn’t answer. The tattooed hand finds its way under the pillow to find the source of the ringing. You begin to lift your head so she’s not distracted during the call, but suddenly her strength has woken up and forces your head back down.

“Be a good girl for me and stay quiet,” she growls as she presses answer.

Your underwear floods at the sound of her demand, so you do as you’re told and keep going, dragging, swirling, lapping and everything in between to keep her bottom half entertained while her top half keeps Dom entertained.

“H-hey Dom,” her eyes shut immediately.

You can barely make out what he’s saying on the other side but it was something along the lines of. “Hey Mami! I was wondering if you wanted to get a late lunch with me and the boys? (Y/N) can come too of course.”

Her hand tightens the grip on your head keeping you still as you continue to make her wetter by the second.

“Sounds fun, (y/n) do you want to come to lunch?” and before you even decided to answer, “She said yes,” her hips jerked as you tried to nod your head for your actual answer.

“Great!” you heard the man say but you drowned out his voice after that to focus on your woman.

Her top half remained completely normal carrying on the conversation with her best friend, but her bottom half was writhing under you. You could tell she was close but she would never give it away, especially on the phone. You smirk at the thought of her having to cum while still on the phone and how she’d have to conceal it somehow. You knew deep down that she could, but her ego wouldn’t let her.

Suddenly, your hair was tugged back away from her hot center with a small whine from you, causing her to shoot a look at you. This meant she was about to cum but she couldn’t and that you didn’t do as you were told.

“Yeah for sure, well we have to get ready then if we’re gonna meet you, so see ya soon…yep…bye dom,” and she hung up the phone throwing it down beside her. “You did so good baby,” she gently let your head back down before she yanked it back up again, “except for the end. Sit up,” she let go of you.

You sat up wiping your mouth with your thumb, questioning what sort of punishment she was going to come up with.

“Because you didn’t listen, you don’t get the satisfaction of making me cum, so you’ll just have to watch. Open,” as she stuck her fingers toward your mouth.

You obeyed and closed around her digits, beginning to suck lightly when she forcefully pulled them out. Her hand reached her wet center as she began to draw small fast circles around her own clit, moaning at the feeling. “Sad you couldn’t do this for me, my baby, you could’ve done it so much better.”

You don’t dare say anything knowing it would cause you more trouble so you stare helplessly at her working hand. Her moans becoming more frequent as her back begins to arch.

You were sitting on your heels so you try your best to sneak in a few moments of pleasure for yourself without her noticing. Luckily, she’s too far gone to notice. So far gone that she groans loudly followed by a breathy, “oh fuck!” as she drew out her high making you keep eye contact with her as she continued wriggling in front of you.

When she finally caught her breath, she grabbed at your shirt and pulled you in for a sloppy kiss, “wear that skirt I like,” she commanded, “and if you’re a good girl during lunch, you might get a reward,” she forced you back with a smirk.

“Yes ma’am,” you finally speak. Oh god, what is she going to do.

Lunch finally came. You hugged the boys said your hellos and were seated. Only a few moments passed after ordering the drink when you felt the tattooed hand glide against your thigh. It didn’t startle you because she usually had to be touching you no matter where you were. You barely noticed that she was moving up your thigh and under your skirt until it was too late. Her chin was resting on her other hand listening to the boys so they would have no idea what was going on underneath.

Your breath hitches as you swiftly give her a look and she cocks an eyebrow back at you, immediately reminding you of the deal.

Fuck okay, got it, you say to yourself. So, you let her hand wander wherever it pleased. For a while it just gently rubbed up and down your thigh, letting the boys get used to her hand under the table, so they wouldn’t suspect anything. As the conversations became more lively, the hand slowly forced your legs open as wide as possible.

You could feel your face getting hot so you tried your best to ignore it in hopes that it would go away. You lean yourself on your elbows to try to hide what might happen. Her hand slinked its way back under your skirt towards your already pulsing center, gently applying pressure. You jerk a bit at the new sensation so you immediately act like you were readjusting yourself, in turn giving her more access.

This whole time she never looked at you, her face was glued to the boys and their words, which was better for you because who knows what would happen if her baby blues looked at you.

She let her hand caress your core a few more times before the food finally came, releasing you from her tease.

You ate, talked, squirmed, paid, writhed, talked, said goodbye then finally got in the truck.

“Look at you, my good girl,” she smiled at you.

You were on your way home and luckily it was only about 10 minutes away. Her hand found its way back to your thigh and immediately back to your now soaking center. She drew circles as best she could letting you whimper at her actions.

Your breathing became heavier when your legs began to shake slightly.

“Not until we’re home,” her accent was thick.

“Mami, please,” you whine.

“Not. Until. We’re home,” she barked pulling her hand away.

You slumped at the loss of pressure but lucky for you, she turned into the driveway in less than two minutes. As soon as you both made it through the door, she slammed you against it. She grabbed your face for a kiss, when her other hand forced its way into your skirt onto your wet folds. You moan loudly into her mouth as she continues kissing you.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby,” the hand that was on your face moved to your leg and hiked it up over her hips, holding you in place as she worked her magic with the other.

It didn’t take long for you to almost reach climax again and you knew she could tell too.

“That’s it, my sweet girl, cum for me,” she cooed.

And so you did. “Fuck YES,” you scream, your hips jerking with every motion, barely able to stand, holding onto her shoulders for dear life. Moans and whines escape you for a good minute before she allows you to come down.

She kisses your neck tenderly as your catch your breath, “you did so good, babygirl,” she whispers.

All you could do was smile weakly. She picked your other leg up and carried you towards the couch setting you down gently, giving you a small kiss on your landing. “Do you want some ice cream?”

“Oooh, yes please!”

#rhea ripley #wwe #rhea ripley x reader

[odditycircus-2002]

Hi there! I stumbled upon your blog a while ago and I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your work. I absolutely love your Medusa Reader as well as the interactions between her and Baraka as well as her friendship with Syzoth with the rest of the Earthrealmers and Outworlders and of course the animosity she has for Shang Tsung though he's still attracted to her. I'm also the anonymous person that's been sending you the numerous reactions requests because I wanted to see how you would write out the scenarios that I would ask for and you've never disappointed me. I felt comfortable to reveal myself to you because I was nervous to see what kind of reaction I would get for sending these requests to you. I love the latest scenario that you posted yesterday and I sent you another request though this one is more PG friendly, basically the Outworlders stumbling upon a pet store and them interacting with the animals inside with Medusa Reader and Syzoth encountering the reptiles in the reptile section, Mileena and Kitana as well as Li Mei and Tanya playing with several puppies and kittens and ferrets and Ashrah interacting with several birds while Baraka is asking Johnny why do Earthrealmers keep them as pets and which ones would be delicious to eat scaring the Outworlders and a few customers and maybe Syzoth trying to eat some of the bugs that they sell in the store. You're an amazing writer with incredible talent and I hope to read more from you soon. Keep up the good work, you're awesome!

A/N: Awwwww and I think YOU'RE awesome! Thanks for the asks too as those are fun to write. Sometimes I have to step back from writing since I'm laughing too hard at what I wrote or think about writing with these scenes.😂😂😂 Also, I am SOOOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO FINALLY FINISH!!! I hope this makes up for it!!!!

You and the other outworlders plus Ashrah vaguely wondered about what Earthrealm's fauna is like compared to the other realms. You are all given a chance when coming across a pet store while Johnny was giving you another Earthrealm tour, specifically, a "exotic" pet store, that had a painted tropical bird on the sign. The smell of prey and predator bombarding emanating even just outside the door.

Mileena and Kitana were immediately drawn to the softer looking animals, approaching a pen filled with soft puppies yapping in greeting at the newcomers and another filled with mewing fluffy kittens. Mileena laughed as the puppies tripped over their own feet in their pursuit to greet her and Tanya. The latter lightly jokes/suggests that maybe they train some of these hounds to be Umgadi.

Kitana meanwhile is a few yards from her sister contently petting the kittens and letting them climb all over her, with Li Mei acting as her guard, as old habits die hard. Yet, one could see a small smirk from the former Umgadi priestess as she observes one kitten, the runt of the litter, trying to climb her leg. Admiring the small kit's tenacity. Kitana and Mileena later move their attentions to the small glass case containing ferrets.

You and Baraka followed behind Ashrah and Syzoth as the former wanted to check out the colorful birds there, seeing as the Netherealm doesn't contain any colorful ones nor non-scavengers. However, you lagged behind when your snakes started to hiss up a storm as they all lean towards the terraiums displaying mice and rats, snapping their jaws and flicking their tongues in the direction of the tasty snacks.

"Behave! I'll buy some of them later, just calm down!"

You hurriedly grabbed at your snakes to pull them away, as the rodents within their cases started running around in panic. Syzoth notices one of the store's employees giving you an odd look, and then drags you along to the reptile section while Baraka glowers at the employee until they finally lower their head to avoid eye contact with the Tarkatan.

The Reptile section had to be the most interesting part of the tour. Given how many of your snakes seemed to share many similarities with the serpents being sold here, whether that be in snout shape, eyes, length, or scale color and pattern. Although you had to pull your snakes away from more than one caged serpent, as they tried to eat the smaller ones and curled away from a boa.

Syzoth would remark how some of the reptiles vaguely resemble either relatives or associates from Zaterra. He would point at some of the lizards, such as an "ugly" looking reptile with dull scales and say that it's Archduke Mahazzem before hissing in amusement which you shared in.

"It really DOES look like him."

The Zaterran even pointed at a snake basking on a rock under its heating lamp and remarked that it's you. To which you respond by pointing at a tortoise and saying the resemblance between him and Syzoth is uncanny. While you and Syzoth were ribbing each other, Baraka went off on his own to ask Cage if he could purchase some of the animals, specifically some ferrets, birds, and reptiles. Not as pets but as meat to try out later. Much to Cage's disgust and a few other regular customers' horror. Kitana held the ferret in her arms even closer as did Tanya with one of the pups she was growing fond of.

Cage's disgust doesn't end there as he spots you and Syzoth purchasing some crickets and mice before eating them right at the register, for all to see. At the sound of a child crying, did Cage rush to escort all of you out of the store, not caring for Baraka's protests of not getting anything to eat as well.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 #mk x reader #mk1 #oddball writes #funny ask #ask answered #request #Syzoth #Baraka #Tanya #Mileena #Kitana #mk #mk1 2023 #Ashrah #mk li mei #Johnny Cage #pet store #they never came back to that pet store #also Tanya later adopted a dog

[clare-with-no-i]

PJO / half-blood AU | jily ficlet by clarewithnoi 

for @thegobletofweasleys​ Jily Week 2022! love this prompt!

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James Potter really has no manner of luck at all, which he explains to his girlfriend as they duck-and-cover behind a collection of empty bins in a London alleyway. It comes out a bit whinier than he meant it to. In front of him, the ground explodes.

“You see?” He rolls backward and then gestures, flailingly, to the new crater in the cobblestones.  A meter to the right would’ve blown a hole in his favorite pub. “I’m cursed, or something! Look at how close that was!”

Lily rolls her eyes. She’s braiding her hair back with something thin and golden. It reminds him of Ariadne’s string, ever-bright, the tether through the labyrinth. When he asked her about it on their first date, she simply smiled coyly at the reference, green eyes crystalline and gleaming. Everything about her shines. She’s holding a thin kopis between her teeth, celestial bronze.

Gods, he thinks, completely inappropriately and a little dangerously, you’re so pretty.

A low, earth-shaking howl pulls him back to the present.

Right. The Hellhound.

The thing currently interrupting his very meticulously planned date-night.

“I’ll take right flank,” Lily calls from behind her stack of wooden crates. “Will you cover me?”

Bit of a stupid question, that. James would run blind into Asphodel if she wanted him to.

But, in the interest of clear mid-battle communication, he affirms, “’Course I will,” before reaching into the back pocket of his trousers to close his fingers around the small Ray Bans case he knows will be inside. He sees Lily nod out of the corner of his eye.

“Brilliant,” she breathes, and he watches through peripheral vision as she rolls her shoulders the way she always does before a fight, like she’s unknotting the fibres of her muscles, coiling them in preparation. Shaking off one version of herself to mould into another.

Really, he thinks again, really pretty.

Eyes refocusing on the Hellhound—which is, at the moment, dragging one massive paw through crackling pavement, making James wince, because some unlucky civil servant is going to have to deal with that tomorrow—James opens his specs case and feels it shift and morph in his palm, growing, rematerializing in a half-second. Two porcelain horns connected by a taut string. In the center, a golden inscription, carved divine and pristine: S. O. A.

Son of Apollo.

Dad’s always had a bit of a flare for the dramatic.

He draws the bowstring of his arcus and watches an arrow shimmer into existence between his fingers.  It notches soundlessly.  At his back, the weight of a leather corytus quiver lands against his white button-down. It’s probably going to leave a substantial sweat-stain in the July heat, but that’s just another occupational hazard, James supposes. He leans back onto one knee, foot tucked behind him as the other leg plants in front, and takes aim. The muscles of his back shift and stretch. Familiar, well-trained.

A quick verse flits through his mind as one eye closes.

Father Apollo, I pray to You, all-seeing guardian God, be gracious to me and protect me. Let this arrow fly true. Let me protect her and myself.

“Ready when you are!” he calls.

Lily takes a deep breath and crouches, preparing to charge. She whispers something he can’t hear—behind her, nearly grabbing his attention, an oil lantern springs to life and bathes the alley in an orange-warm glow, and James watches as Lily’s lips still before rising into a pleased smile, her eyes alight.

Hestia is never really too far away, and never one to withhold a blessing.

“After this,” Lily says loudly enough that he can hear, and the Hellhound’s ears perk, its red-eyed gaze shifting toward her immediately, “let’s get a kebab and call it a night, yeah?”

James lets loose his first arrow. It flies straight and gorgeous, a spear of gold in the blue night. It catches the hound’s left paw and the beast yowls, shaking the ground. It whips its head back toward him.

Perfect.

He takes a second to send Lily a grin. Her mother’s lantern-glow casts her into shining relief, and a flash of light off of the dagger in her hands slants across the corner of his specs.

“I’d say you’ve got yourself a deal, beautiful,” he says.

She’s still smiling, red hair braided like a Huntress and a goddess, when she lunges.

#my stuff #light and fire #get it? bc of Hestia and Apollo? …nvm #Jily Week 2022 #enjoy!! this was so fun I loved it

[indigosunsetao3]

Keeping Lines Blurry

Chapter 11 - Missing

Masterlist of Chapters

Warnings: 18+ - No minors Please read the tags on A03 for any of your triggers

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick X Original FMC 6.8k words - AO3 Link

He was going stir crazy and it had only been three days. Gaz had never been one to sit still and wait. Oh of course he could lay hidden in the underbrush for hours with his sniper rifle, just watching his quarry and waiting for the signal, but that was different. He was actually doing something when he had a gun in his hands, even if he never fired it. But sitting in a cheap hotel room just watching the news and shitty television was driving him up the wall. Price didn’t even want him to walk out to the open-air balcony for a smoke, for fear of cameras, so he had to smoke in the bathroom and turn on the vent to air the place out. Alex had stuffed a few packs of cigarettes in the duffle he had brought by a few days ago, but couldn’t hang around long and give Gaz any other news.

As promised Gaz had been furnished a phone but the only people he could contact was the 141 and they were all working so it was mostly quiet. He also had a laptop where he could dig into a few things but his reach was limited thanks to the unprotected wifi of the place and he had been forbidden to log into any of his accounts. It made sense, he was supposed to be missing and his communications would be monitored so if someone spotted a hit on his email, they’d trace it. But that didn’t mean his fingers didn’t itch to login and just see, to log into his phone account and read the messages there. He knew he had to have hundreds at this point from his family, friends, Abby. The guilt he had for not telling her was eating at him. He knew she had been dragged in for questioning since he was supposed to be meeting her the evening he disappeared and Price had informed him they had kept her for hours.

His cheap burner phone buzzed and Gaz all but leapt over the bed to grab it to see a message come through from Soap. Turn on the news. a few seconds later another message followed, Do not lose your shit. then one last one We’ll get the bastard.

Gaz groaned as he threw the phone onto the bed and grabbed the remote to flip to the news station from the football match he had on, it was still at commercial. He had been following his own missing person case since it was first announced, wincing at how Price had been standing in the background as the local police briefed on their search efforts and officially said he was AWOL. The whole thing had turned into a huge spectacle, branching off the attack in Belarus, then the attempted ambush at Henry and Olivia’s and now someone who worked on their personal detail had gone missing. The media was spinning the story every broadcast, looking at every little thing about Gaz to try and figure out what could have happened to him. Pulling up his social media, hounding his family and friends and had even gone as far to say tips were pouring in that he was spotted abroad or he was a dirty deserter that had a hand in everything and ran when they were closing in on him.

The hardest part though had been seeing his sister talk to the media. She was the representative for the family because his mother was too distraught to even speak and his father looked haunted as he stared at the cameras. She was begging for information, had made flyers, was missing work to come down and try and aide in the search for him. Soap had even said she managed to corner him at a government building one day and demanded he tell her everything he knew because she knew damn well they knew more than they were letting on. She knew Soap personally, Gaz had him tag along on leave a few times in the past because he had nowhere else to go, so she knew that he and Kyle were close. Kristie wasn’t going to let this go and the guilt at what this was doing to them was eating Gaz up from the inside, even if there was nothing he could do about it.

“Oh fuck me,” Gaz ground out as he sank down on the bed, wincing at the pain in his knee, as he looked at Henry addressing the media outside of his office along with a few police officers. It seemed like this was an impromptu press conference. His eyes looked at the background though, to see who was there, to see Olivia but she wasn’t there. She hadn’t been shown on the news once, no one had linked them together despite the history and the fact they had disappeared together for a few hours only a few days prior. Something Henry had certainly made sure to cover up and Gaz had a feeling he was keeping her hidden away from the cameras to avoid any ‘slip ups’ since she knew the truth as to how Gaz went missing.

He spotted Soap in the background then, his hand resting on the butt of his gun looking through the crowd. The man looked the ever-vigilant soldier, keeping an eye out for threats and ready for action at any moment. In reality though Gaz could see the tension in his shoulders, the anger behind his eyes, how his fingers curled a bit tighter around his grip when Henry started speaking and how he avoided looking at the man all together. He was the only one there from the 141 today, there were other MI6 agents around though, the numbers sharply increasing since Gaz disappeared. If only they knew the person they were protecting was the actual threat to everything.

“Get on with it then,” Gaz muttered as Henry droned on about thanking the police for all their efforts, how yes he and his wife indeed felt safe despite everything, that he was still planning on attending the summit and of course anything the police needed from him he would provide. He had even upped the reward for information on Sergeant Garrick’s whereabouts with his own donation to bring it to ten thousand pounds.

Then Henry stepped back to let the police take over the last-minute press conference to announce they had found more evidence. Arching an eyebrow Gaz leaned forward to prop his elbows on his thighs, careful to avoid putting too much pressure on his still wrapped right knee, and waited for them to explain. They had found his jacket in the river, the one he had shrugged off because it was too heavy to swim in. It was found wrapped around a buoy about a kilometer up river but the pockets were empty. It had apparently been found the evening before but they had to wait for someone, Price, to identify it as Kyle’s. They had a dive team scouring the area now for more evidence but as of that moment nothing else had turned up. The officer ended with they weren’t jumping to any conclusions at that time, but the implication of that piece of clothing being found in the river hung heavy in the air as the reporters started asking their questions.

Gaz quickly flipped open his phone and sent Soap a message that someone needed to check in on his family. This news was going to wreck them because despite the fact the police weren’t saying it, they were looking for a body in the river and everyone was aware of it. He saw Soap shift and dig his phone out of his pocket and glance at it before finding the camera and giving the most imperceptible nod as he put the phone away without answering, knowing Gaz was watching. The conference wrapped up relatively quick and Gaz went back to the football game before going to the laptop at the small table and flipping it open. He had nothing else to do so he may as well torture himself a bit more by looking a the page Kristie had started and see what his family was going to do with the new information.

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Olivia was on the bathroom floor again, her hands holding on tight to the toilet bowl in front of her as she retched again. She hadn’t slept properly the past few days and anytime she even tried to get down food it came right back up again. Her body felt tingly and hallow from lack of any substance except for alcohol, which certainly didn’t help the nausea but it at least numbed the burning pain in her head and chest. She drank herself to sleep the night before, the wine putting her in a nice stupor for when Henry came to bed and used her how he pleased. He had been so damn smug these past few days and was going to use Olivia’s new found lack of fight, lack of anything really, to his advantage. She knew he’d grow bored at her pliancy soon; he enjoyed watching her struggle, but she just couldn’t bring herself to care anymore. Care about him, herself, or the fucking mess her life was.

With a groan she pushed away from the toilet and flushed, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand as she leaned against the cabinet. She was expected for some sort of luncheon in an hour but the thought of even getting up off the floor seemed so exhausting. Then she needed to shower and make herself ready which was even more daunting and the shakes in her hands told her she was likely to pass out if she even tried. What would happen if she just didn’t go? Henry would be upset of course and he'd make her pay for it, but what else was new? He had been torturing her for years and he finally got under her skin and thoroughly broke her.

Olivia shut her eyes and kept willing herself to just get up and move, to try and eat again and take a shower. Even if she skipped out on lunch, she needed to at least bathe. She felt itchy and disgusting and could literally smell the alcohol oozing out of her pores. Just as she was about to attempt to push up off the floor the closet door to the bathroom banged open causing Olivia’s weak arms to slip and she fell back on her ass again. Turning her head to see who it was she nearly shrieked to see the looming figure of the guy they called Ghost standing there staring down at her.

“Get out! What you are you doing in here?” Olivia snapped, sounding much more assertive than she felt at the moment.

“I knocked twice and you didn’t answer,” Ghost answered simply as he crossed his arms over his chest looking down at her. He had no dog in the fight against the woman on the floor in front of him. He knew she had hurt Gaz but he didn’t know all the gory details. Soap had been Gaz’s shoulder to lean on in those days and Price had been the leader and father figure to help him through the heartbreak. Ghost had stayed on the sidelines, which is what he much preferred. So to him Olivia was just another person in need of help, and a potential ally to help them bring down Henry. “And the fact you’ve been drinking wine like a fish I was afraid you fell and hurt yourself. Soap let me know you like to hide in here,” he finished, not moving from the door.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Olivia answered as she bent her knees and all but fumbled to her feet, using the counter for support. “I never heard you knock,” she tacked on as she stood fully and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She was pale, her hair was a mess in a bun she put it in two days ago, and she could see questionable stains on the sleepshirt she was wearing. “Try knocking harder next time,” she turned and looked him up and down in a dismissive manner. “You can go,” she finally said since he hadn’t caught on.

“They found his jacket in the river,” Ghost said after a second, his eyes watching her for how she reacted. Gaz had insisted she was an innocent party in all of this but Ghost didn’t trust anyone, let alone the person literally sleeping with the enemy. He also couldn’t trust Gaz’s judgement of her since he was too close. Soap hated her so he was quick to blame her and all but put the nails in her coffin so Ghost needed to make his own conclusions. “You sure you have nothing else to tell us?”

His jacket. They found Kyle’s jacket in the river. The room seemed to sway as she gripped hard on the counter to keep herself standing. If they found his jacket and not him what did that mean? That his body was somewhere in the river still? His body stuck under a dock or chopped to pieces by a boat blade, the person driving the boat having no idea what they hit because that river was full of garbage. She was going to be sick again, she felt the roil of her stomach and she pressed a hand hard over her bellybutton to try and keep it down as her body visibly gagged.

“I’ve told you everything,” Olivia barely whispered, afraid to open her mouth. “I warned Soap when it happened, I don’t know what else to do,” she added as she cut her eyes at Ghost who still hadn’t moved. He was watching her like a hunter watched their prey, his eyes narrowed as if he were trying to predict her next move. “Please you have to find him,” her eyes were pleading, not caring how pathetic she may look. “Find him even if he’s,” she choked back a sob, “I don’t want Henry to get to him first.”

“Why? What would Henry do?” Ghost questioned, not relenting on his hardass stance even if she was crumbling.

“I don’t know!” Olivia answered feeling like she was being interrogated at this point. “Use him to torture me some more. To mess with his family? He’s a sick fucking bastard and I honestly wouldn’t put it past him to just dump his body on his family’s doorstep because he’d find it funny.”

“You keep assuming he’s dead,” Ghost noted with a small tilt of his head, “you sure you don’t know something?”

“No one has found him, not even a glimpse on the cameras as far as I know,” Olivia snapped as she stared at the man. “What else am I supposed to assume? He’s just, I don’t know, hiding under the bridge?” She was being sarcastic because she knew Kyle would never leave his family to suffer like this or hell even his girlfriend, or whatever she was. “Unless you know some other way he could have mysteriously gotten away.”

Ghost didn’t respond to any of that as he pushed up off the doorjamb he had been leaning on and gestured with his hand, “get ready. I’m supposed to be driving you and we are leaving in thirty minutes.” He had effectively dismissed her as he disappeared back into the closet and shut the door behind him.

Olivia stared at the door for a moment after it shut behind him and her mind started whirling in the silence as she climbed into the shower. The 141 didn’t seem nearly as concerned or upset about Kyle’s absence, it was something she had written off though because they were soldiers. They are always about the job and wouldn’t let anything in the way of their duties but now she was questioning everything. Did they actually know something she didn’t and were trying to figure out if she knew it as well? Or was this just her grasping at straws hoping against hope Kyle was alive because it was nearly impossible at this point in her mind. They would have found something by now, aside from his jacket somewhere in the river.

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“I need to do something,” Gaz groused as Price walked into his hotel room in the dead of night two days later. He hadn’t stepped foot outside in five days now and while Alex thought it would be nice to give him encrypted files of his phone account and email to see what was going on with his family, it really put Gaz into more of a frenzy. His family was sick with worry and his sister and nephew were still texting his phone despite the fact that the police had said his phone had been found smashed at what they deemed was the ‘crime scene’. Abby had also sent him a torrent of messages when he hadn’t shown for dinner, then more when the police showed up at her doorstep asking him what the hell was going on. She had gone quiet though, apparently giving up on him answering after hearing what the police had told her. He had no idea how he was going to tell her when this was all over he was alive, if she would be upset or understanding.

“You will,” Price said as he dropped a bag of fast food take away on the table, the grease marks all over the white bag told Gaz it was fish and chips. Again. They had been bringing him hot meals when they could but for the most part he was living off snack bars, pain medication, cigarettes and the bottle of Scotch Soap had brought him. “I’m going to need you at the summit,” he tacked on as he sat heavily in the chair and raised an eyebrow at Gaz who hadn’t moved from the bed, gesturing at the food.

“What?” Gaz said instantly as he sat up and moved over to the table. His knee was still stiff and he had to move gingerly with his ribs but he ignored the bites of pain as he sat down in the other chair. “How? I’m supposed to be missing and showing up at the biggest anticipated world event seems counterproductive to that,” he asked as he tore into the bag of food, relishing the smell of the deep-fried food inside not caring that he was sick of fish and chips. It was better than granola.

“You’re going in with Nik,” he answered as Gaz handed him his meal first before grabbing his own. “Posing as Lithuanian special forces,” he tacked on as Gaz continued to stare at him. “Eat before it gets cold,” he pressed before digging into his own fries and after a few bites he looked up to see Gaz staring at him still not touching his own food.

“I’m not saying I don’t want to,” Gaz started, “but why? Why now?”

“Because I need all hands on deck,” Price explained as he riffled around the bag for the tartar sauce. “We have it on good authority from your anonymous friend that Henry’s plan is going to be put into the final phase at the summit, like everyone has been scared of. We’ve tried to get them to push it off, to get the other countries to ask for an extension or even move it but no one will hear of it. Which I understand, they are trying to avoid another war and think this meeting will thwart that. But by having this stupid thing we’re going to be pushed right into one anyway,” he paused before tacking on “if Henry gets his way anyway.”

“How am I going to get there without being seen? You won’t even let me step outside,” Gaz reasoned with a smirk as he finally started eating his meal. He knew Alex had reached out to the anonymous number the night Gaz went ‘missing’ and was the prime contact for them now. They had asked about Kyle multiple times but Alex hadn’t responded to those and instead kept probing them for more information.

“Alex is taking care of that,” Price explained before digging out a flask from his inside pocket and taking a swig. He looked exhausted, the bags under his eyes were heavy and his beard was a scraggly mess as if he hadn’t even attempted to tame it these past few days. “He’s going to knock out a few city blocks worth of power, overwhelm a transformer or something,” he muttered with a wave of his hand. “Soap will be leaving a car here in about an hour, as soon as the power cuts you leave,” Price explained.

“Tonight, Sir?” Gaz asked a bit surprised as he looked at his watch.

“It’s twenty-hour drive,” Price stated, “you’ll need to take breaks and avoid the cities so it’ll take even longer. So yes, you leave tonight.” He went back to eating and they sat in silence save for the news in the background and the rustling of the paper wrapped fried fish.

“How’s Olivia?” Gaz finally dared. He had been keeping up with his family so he knew how they were but he hadn’t seen Olivia once. She hadn’t been at any press conference, hadn’t left the house as far as he could tell and wasn’t spotted at any events. There was some luncheon that Ghost said he had taken her too but it wasn’t news worthy and Ghost hadn’t said anything else about it.

“She’s,” Price started then hesitated, “well enough.” He stared at Gaz over the last bit of his fries before sighing knowing Gaz saw right through him. “She’s rough. Hasn’t leave the bedroom for much this past week. Ghost said he’s pretty sure she drinks herself to sleep based on all the bottles he’s found in the trash and bedroom,” he paused for a second. “But Henry hasn’t been as bad,” Price added on a bit placatingly, “we’ve made our presence very known now and he’s so wrapped up in his other plans I think he doesn’t want to risk anything.”

Gaz slumped a bit in the chair and tossed the fry he was about to eat back onto the wrapper he had laid out as a makeshift plate. He knew she was blaming herself for all of this and while it was true he was a target because of their past relationship, and current whatever, this was it definitely was not her fault. “At least she’ll be free of him for this summit,” Gaz answered as he stretched out his leg a bit to help with the stiffness in his knee. He was assuming Henry would want to keep his little trophy wife at home. Away from the danger he was about to unleash on the world, and to make sure she was quiet.

“He’s taking her,” Price said, watching as Gaz’s eyes widened. “We think he’s aiming for a clean slate,” he finally said and saw the moment of realization on Gaz’s face. “She’s a loose end and a potential sympathy chip with the country if she is killed. If I am going to be completely frank, I think he was hoping to have killed her all the way back at the start of this but when we showed up at the gala he schemed a new ruse.”

“Don’t let her go,” Gaz said as he gripped the arms of the chair feeling a rush of panic. “Fuck, she has no way to defend herself and if you think he’s aiming for her he’ll make it happen. He already tried to kill me,” Gaz felt his voice rising with temper.

“She’s going Kyle,” Price answered, his voice rising a bit as well, to tamper Gaz’s tone. “We cannot act like we know anything. We will keep her safe.” He stared down Gaz until he deflated a bit though there was still a fight behind his eyes, “now go shower and pack. Don’t make any stops unless you absolutely have to and do it on side roads and small towns. There will be some cash in the glove compartment, a gun, directions and a few other things,” he instructed as Gaz rose from the chair throwing the paper napkin he had in his lap on the table. “You’re meeting Nik in Lazynai, he’ll have more information there. I’ll see you in a few days.”

He then rose from the chair and slipped out the door before Gaz could pick more a fight. Gaz had about twenty minutes to prepare before the power was due to go out, he only needed ten. As he stood by the door with his duffle in his bag he saw a car pull up in the otherwise dead parking lot and kill the lights. He watched as Soap climbed out of the drivers seat and walked swiftly toward the dumpsters and disappear into the night like he had never been there. Two minutes later the power cut and Gaz was out the door and pulling out of the parking lot in the black sedan, slipping into traffic with his ballcap pulled down low and hood up.

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She didn’t want to go but Henry was insistent that she join him for the summit. All the wives would be there and how would it look if she wasn’t with him had been his argument. But he had also offered to let her book a few spa treatments for her and her mother, her parents were coming as special guests of his. The minute he stated her family would be there Olivia’s guard was up. He and her father were close, business partners and friends, she had known that for her whole life so that wasn’t exactly shocking. Her parents had been to a few things as guests in the past but it still set her on edge. She wasn’t sure if this was some sort of threat, for her to get in line and not let anything slip about what she knew. Or was she being paranoid again?

Her mother had been a welcome, if not exhausting, distraction when she arrived at the house, helping Olivia to finish packing all her dresses. Olivia had the printed itinerary for the trip and there were going to be plenty of different dinners and meetings for her to dress for. As she tried on a few dresses her mother lamented how some of them were loose, plucking at the ribs and pointed out the gaping around her collar bone on a few of them. Olivia saw how they hung on her, knew it was because she had been letting herself waste away but her mother simply just thought they hadn’t been tailored properly or at all. They didn’t see one another often enough for her mother to notice the change in her daughters body. At the fact her Olivia's hair was limp and lifeless and falling out at alarming rates when she showered, or the purple circles under her eyes that Olivia masked with layers of makeup.

“You were made for this life,” her mother gushed as they packed the last dress in the silk lined dress bag and zipped it up with a flourish. “Your father has said Henry is poised to be the next undersecretary,” she grinned as Olivia walked over with her small box of jewelry to set it in one of the cases. “Maybe one day you’ll be the Prime Minister’s wife,” she tacked on with a little laugh and nudged her daughter with her hip.

“Mm, I don’t know about all that,” Olivia answered trying her best to not crush her mother’s smile. The woman had no idea the monster her son-in-law was, which was odd to think of their relationship that way since Henry was in fact older than her mother. “I’m perfectly content where I’m at,” she added as she flipped open the box to make sure everything was in there. She froze as she spotted the small tarnished metal chain poking out from under the ring holder where she had pried it up to hide Kyle’s dog-tags. It must have shaken loose when she had been tossing it around in the closet.

“What new jewelry do you have? Your father bought me a new necklace for the occasion,” her mother stated as she leaned over to look at the box just as Olivia had lifted the side of the ring organizer to try and tuck the chain away. “What is that?” Her mother asked, knowing instantly what it was as her fingers snatched at the chain and pried it all the way out to dangle between them.

“Mother!” Olivia snapped as she grabbed at it and twisted to block the camera. “It’s nothing,” she stated as she gripped the tags tight in her hands so the metal dug into her palms. “Please, just let it alone,” she breathed, widening her eyes a bit for emphasis.

“I don’t understand why you even have those,” her mother sniffed. “And why you’re hiding them,” she tacked on quietly as Olivia resumed her attempt to hide them in the box. “He was never good enough for you Olivia. Could never provide all of this,” she plucked an ornate sapphire ring from the box and slid it on her pink to admire it.

“He was a good man,” Olivia seethed, doing her best to not linger on the fact she was speaking of Kyle in the past tense. “I never asked for all of this either,” she went on as her mother handed the ring back so Olivia could tuck it away. “You wanted this for me. You and father. I never needed the jewels and dresses,” Olivia finished before shutting the box up and flipping the small clasp on it.

“Please darling,” her mother tsked with an eyeroll, “you were practically begging for Henry to whisk you away. It’s lucky he’s a patient man and wasn’t put off by your prior choices.”

While Olivia loved her mother, her mother was as materialistic as they came. She grew up with money, married into money and wanted her only child to also live the same life. When Olivia first brought Kyle home she asked about his family estate to which Kyle had choked on his wine and told them a townhouse in Northern England. By the end of the night, no matter how charming and polite Kyle had been, her mother was put off by his lack of prestige and wealth. She had practically shoved Olivia at Henry and coerced her father into the charade.

Not caring to continue arguing with her mother Olivia went back to her closet for shoes, checking the delicate watch on her hand for the time. They had to leave shortly and right on queue one of the driving staff walked in to start gathering up the pile of luggage Olivia was finished with. When she came back out with a few boxes of shoes she began to pack them in yet another case as her mother took a seat on the bed and looked pointedly at Olivia. As if she were expecting her to tell her something and was a bit annoyed that Olivia hadn’t yet.

“What?” Olivia asked as she pulled a pair of strappy black heels out and twisted the leather laces up into a neat coil.

“Oh, don’t be coy,” her mother said conspiratorially. When Olivia continued to stare at her confused her mother scoffed, “Henry has told your father of the morning sickness.”

Oh. Oh no. Olivia blanched as her mother smiled at her. She had been getting sick every morning when she woke up but she was sure it was because of the wine. She barely ate anything and drank on an empty stomach and she would get sick every time she ate throughout the day. She had chalked it all up to the wine and lack of food, pregnancy was never anything that crossed her mind but apparently it had for Henry. She had been so careful to avoid Henry during those times of the month, stopped taking her fertility medicine and had even secretly procured morning after drugs as backup. But in her mess of a life she knew her tracking had fallen to the wayside and hadn’t always taken her morning after pills. She had gone this many years without getting pregnant she had a false sense of security that it wasn’t going to happen.

“I’m not pregnant mother,” Olivia answered with a hollow tinkling laugh. “I’ve just been enjoying some of the imported wine Henry brought back from his last trip is all. And I think I caught a bug a few days ago. All these people in and out of the house all the time,” she shrugged lightly despite the deep dread in her stomach. She needed to take a test but as she was about to excuse herself to the bathroom Henry appeared in the door with her father and they were being ushered along to finish the last bag so they could get going.

Her mother kept giving her looks the whole way to the airport and once they got on the plane she accosted her into a set of seats away from Henry, her father and the security detail that joined them. Ghost was sitting in the same spot Kyle had sat in on the last plane flight, and like Kyle everyone gave him a wide berth except for the MI6 agent who was his partner for the trip.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” her mother edged as she took a glass of wine from the waitress but didn’t give Olivia the chance and instead ordered the woman return with a water for Olivia. “I was terrified when I found out about you,” she grinned and took a sip of her drink. “You’ve always wanted to be a mother, you have the natural draw to it,” her mother continued to press.

The nausea was back and Olivia shot up from her seat and bolted for the bathroom, holding a hand over her mouth as she went. This was nerves and stress, it had to be because it was the middle of the afternoon and not morning sickness. She emptied her stomach of what little contents were in there and cleaned up before exiting the bathroom to find everyone staring at her. Her mother was grinning like a cat that ate the canary as she jiggled her foot watching as Olivia walked back to her seat. She also saw Henry smirking at her as well from behind his paperwork, as if he knew some awful truth without actually having the positive test to show it.

“Fine,” Olivia said after they had taken off, her stomach flipping at the sudden jolt as they climbed altitude. “I’ll take a test,” she conceded to her mother. She needed to know for sure and her mother clapped her hands together excitedly, before shushing herself as Ghost stared at the two of them with mild interest. “We’ll stop at the store first thing,” she added on, “or ask one of them to,” she added nodding her head at Ghost and the female agent sitting with him.

“Oh, it’s about time darling,” her mother gushed, “I always wondered what was taking so long. I know Henry has his career but you don’t work so I thought surely your house would be full of little ones by now.” And the rest of the plane ride her mother regaled Olivia with stories of raising her as a child, gave advice on what to do and what not to do like Olivia would remember or even care. Her world was crashing down around her. This was just another trap and thing for Henry to use against her if she was in fact pregnant. She was never getting away from him, from this life and she was potentially bringing another victim to his games into the world.

By the time they touched down Olivia wanted to scream and run. Her mother hadn’t stopped talking the whole almost three-hour flight. Her nerves were shot and her body was roiling with anxiety as they climbed into the waiting SUVs to be whisked off to the hotel. Her mother had stopped the MI6 agent, obviously opting to go for the more gentler looking woman versus the tall hulking man in a mask, to ask if she would mind making a pitstop at a pharmacy. The woman glared at her mother, offput by being asked to be an errand runner, but nodded nonetheless and relayed the message to Ghost. Ghost immediately cut his eyes at Olivia and she felt herself recoil and stare down at her hands, not daring to meet his accusatory gaze again.

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“Nik,” Gaz greeted as the man opened the car door, seemingly appearing out of the trees at the dark park where Gaz had parked. “Price roped you into another one of his schemes?” He asked with a small chuckle as he finished yet another energy drink. He had barely stopped on his drive, only to get gas and buy a few drinks and coffee with cash. He was wired and exhausted at the same time and he needed to stretch out badly. Sitting in the car for so long his knee was stiff and throbbing and he was pretty sure it had swollen back up again.

“Comes with the territory of knowing him, doesn’t it Sergeant?” Nik asked right back as he threw a large bag into the backseat of the car. “Your uniform and weapons,” he explained as Gaz turned to look at it before giving his attention back to Nik. “We’re showing up fashionably late to the party,” he explained as he dug a small orange clasped envelope from his breast pocket and handed it to Gaz. “All the details are in here, along with your name and paperwork,” he instructed. “Don’t talk to anyone unless you have to, they aren’t a chatty bunch anyway so it won’t matter. I’ll be close by but we’re in different groups, better to cover more ground.”

“What kind of threat are we looking at here Nik?” Gaz asked as he glanced at the still unopened envelope in his lap. “Price didn’t have much time to tell me anything, just told me to get in the car and drive and you’d fill me in on the rest.”

“Large scale assassinations,” Nik said blandly, he was never one to sugarcoat anything. “High profile targets, world leaders and a few others,” he gave Gaz a pointed look. So, he knew about Olivia. “Goal is to cause as much chaos as possible, instill fear and unrest. Get the countries riled up and suspicious of one another and see who is the most trigger happy to start the next war. Won’t take much for the Americans, they are always looking for a fight.”

“And how are we going to stop it? If there are that many of them, how will we put an end to it?” Gaz inquired feeling like this task was momentous and while he knew he and his teammates were skilled there were only so many of them.

“We’ve got friends,” Nik answered with a smirk “Laswell is a busy lady as you know,” he leaned forward and started typing in an address into the cars GPS and hit start so Gaz could begin the drive to where Gaz would be dropping him. “Shadows, 141, me,” he grinned, “and a few other countries have secretly added their own units to work with us under Laswell’s guidance.”

“How do we know who is on our side and who isn’t?” Gaz asked as he navigated the nearly empty streets at this time of night.

“The one that shoot as us are against us,” Nik replied, laughing at his own wit before stopping at the look Gaz cut him. “The goal is to stop the fight before it even starts so it won’t matter who is who when it’s over. Everyone has their assignments. Right now teams are moving in to intercept weapons caches and groups of suspected mercenaries that were hired for the job. You and I are watching the summit from the sidelines to report anything suspicious. Someone attacks you take them out, simple enough right?”

“Sure,” Gaz said unconvinced as he arrived at the hotel Nik was staying at. Gaz was still having to remain off the grid so he sunk a bit down in his seat and pulled his hood back up in case the hotel had good cameras. He would have to find a nice abandoned parking lot to sleep in for the night not wanting to risk walking around the bustling city. It was lucky that there were mild temperatures that evening.

“Get some sleep,” Nik said as he leaned back down in the passenger door. “We have some busy days ahead.”

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[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 73

Warning: smut.

There were a few days that went uneventful, some were hell, even as I was exhausted and dead tired I still had to practice the lyrics and the choreography, no matter if I was falling asleep standing, but whenever I had some spare time I would rehearse singing and dancing together, but other times it was quite amusing, especially because whenever I had a chance I would tease Katsuki about being adorable just because he reads shoujo manga. I did think that was cute, though.

Who would've thought, right...?

But because I already knew about it, there were times when I would walk in on Katsuki reading manga on his bed, sometimes blushing adorably at the cheesy stuff he was looking at. Even I found myself flustered every time I was hugging him from behind, reading with him.

But the manga might have given me some ideas for... future dates.

Now that I think about it... Katsuki and I never had a date, like, a real one. And I don't think going to his house to fight that first time or going to the school pool with Eijiro counted as dates.

Maybe after the Festival.

But right now the entire class was heading to Gym Gamma, about to rehearse for the last time, because yes, tomorrow was the Culture Festival. And I was anxious as fuck.

We practiced a couple of times, now and then stopping as Mina gave us more instructions about our dance, yet all she said to me was, "You're doing great, (M/n)! Keep it up!"

Something that made me feel calm yet nervous at the same time. I mean, what the even...?

"Okay, they're gonna close up soon! Let's hurry and go over it one last time!" Eijiro announced from his place, he was sitting on the floor in front of the stage, holding himself back with his hands. The rest of the stage team and Mina were there too.

The pink-skinned female clapped her hands to the rhythm of the choreography and the band was "playing" the instruments, of course, they didn't have them, so Katsuki didn't even try to fake it, something that made me laugh, but I focused back on humming the lyrics to myself, keeping up the rhythm while I danced awkwardly.

I heard Jiro complaining to Katsuki, asking him to not improvise tomorrow. I glanced back at him, chuckling at his angry expression. But I flinched when the door was suddenly opened and I saw Hound Dog standing there before he stared growling at us, yelling that it was almost nine and we had to leave.

The walk to the dorm was silent, and I decided to head to the shower on the first floor, usually, there were plenty of clean spare towels kept there so I just grabbed one and walked to the shower. I walked into the cubicle and undressed myself, taking a hot and well-deserved shower. I didn't take more than twenty minutes, and I dried myself whilst yawning every couple of minutes, I felt like I was going to pass out from exhaustion, so I quickly got dressed, washed the towel, hung it for it to dry and walked into the elevator, saying 'good night' to those that were still awake.

As soon as I walked off the elevator, a hand gripped my wrist and dragged me across the hall, through sleepy eyes I noticed that it was none other than Katsuki, and I had an idea of what he wanted to do tonight.

I didn't have time to complain because he pushed me inside his room and pinned me against the closed door, his hands reaching down to grab the waistband of my sweatpants and pulling it down along with my underwear.

"Ka-Katsuki, wait-," I saw him kneeling on the ground, staring up at me with a hungry look in his eyes. That made my blood rush south, and I felt my dick getting harder when I saw him licking his lips, lust clouding his sight.

"I've waited long enough... now stay still and let me suck you off, (M/n)." He stuck his tongue out, swirling it around the tip and pushing it against my slit before he wrapped his lips around it, sucking on it.

My breath hitched, and my mouth went dry, Katsuki looked up into my eyes before he took me completely into his mouth.

"Fuck..." a breathy groan left my throat as I grabbed a handful of his blond locks. "Katsuki, your mouth feels... amazing, fuck yes~," I tried to keep my hips from thrusting into his mouth, but it was hard when his tongue was licking around every single weak spot of my cock.

And the sucking... it was driving me crazy.

My teeth dug into my bottom lip, probably piercing the sensitive skin, but I was trying to contain my desire. I tilted my head back as a growl resonated in my chest when his sucking got faster. He was bobbing his head up and down, greedily swallowing my cock, moaning around it whenever the tip hit the back of his throat.

The pleasure got so intense that I had to cover my mouth with my hand, holding his head closer as I started to fuck his mouth.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum, Katsuki..." I whispered between ragged breaths, and he moaned again, continuing to suck my cock, "S-stop, baby... pl-please d-don't... fuck-ngh~." I could feel the pre-cum oozing out, and he lapped his tongue on my slit, struggling to gulp it down.

I pressed my palm harder against my mouth, struggling to keep my moans in as I could still hear some of our classmates awake on the lower floors. My voice came out muffled and quiet in a useless attempt to make Katsuki stop, but I didn't have any strength in me to even try to push him away.

"Fucking... fuck, baby... I'm g-gonna cum in your mouth, s-st-stop already... shit~." My eyes closed tightly for a moment, opening again as I tilted my head forward to stare at Katsuki, who had his eyes closed, moaning around my cock. I was able to catch sight of him playing with himself too.

He was jerking off while sucking my cock. Fuck, that's hot.

I moved my hand away from my face and held his head with both of my hands, holding him steady as I thrusted into his mouth, reaching the back of his throat. His crimson eyes snapped open, making eye contact with me and he just moaned as we looked at each other, the speed of his hand increasing as he continued to jerk off.

My hips started to feel tired, my thrusts getting sloppy and with one final thrust, I leaned away from the door and held Katsuki's head against me, the whole length of my dick inside his mouth as I came down his throat, releasing a growl when I felt him swallow the cum while I was still in his mouth.

Gasping for air, I pushed him away, observing him struggling to catch his breath while cum dripped out of the corners of his mouth. He stared at me, gasping and whimpering, standing up with shaky legs. Katsuki wrapped his arms around my neck and took advantage of how I was still leaning down to kiss me.

The taste of my cum in his mouth was kind of gross yet fucking hot, Katsuki was moaning in my mouth and pulling me back to his bed, he made me sit on it, pushing me back and getting on top of me without breaking our kiss.

When we finally pulled back, Katsuki started to lift my shirt, pulling it off my body and throwing it somewhere in the room. I tried to sit up, but his palms pressed down on my chest, making me stay down. He took off his own shirt, followed by his pants and underwear, grinding his hips down on my crotch. I bit the tip of my tongue, and moved my hands to hold his waist, trying to make him stop.

Katsuki just growled and held my wrists, pinning my arms by either side of my head. "Stay still." He said slowly, his breath hitting my lips. My dick twitched under him, and he felt it, the smirk showing on his face let me know.

Katsuki pressed our lips together as he let go of my arms and reached behind him, he groaned softly and I opened my eyes, trying to look at what he was doing. Only to see him holding a butt plug, covered in lube and dripping.

And just like he did with our clothes, he threw it somewhere, parting from the kiss and sitting straight, his hand holding himself on my abdomen. He reached under him, and aligned my cock with his stretched entrance, slowly sinking his weight down on it. A silent gasp left his mouth when he started to take me in, the tightness of his walls making me swallow as I held back a moan.

Katsuki began to rise and lower onto my cock, gasping for air desperately, trying to keep his own sounds to himself. I figured moving might be hard for him so that's why I held his hips and turned us around on the bed. He yelped in surprise, but soon let out a breathy moan, his arms and legs wrapping around my body, pulling me down closer to him, his face hiding in my neck.

His cries of pleasure as I thrusted deep and steady inside him were muffled against my skin, his teeth would sink in it at times, groaning out my name as I winced for the stinging pain his fangs caused me.

"(M/n)... go de-deeper, please..." he whispered in my ear and I angled my hips differently, holding him close by the waist as I left kisses on his shoulders and collarbone. My cock reached as deep as it could, each thrust hitting his prostate.

Katsuki was having a hard time keeping quiet, especially now that those who were still awake had finally decided to head to bed, so we had to remain quieter than before. So I lifted my head and slipped my tongue in his mouth, swallowing all of those sweet and lewd noises he was releasing.

I felt him tighten around me as his cum spurted from his slit and reached up to his chest. And I just realized I wasn't wearing a condom.

"Fuck, Katsuki... I have to p-pull out..." he whined and held me even tighter, preventing me from pulling away, "Love, please, I'm gonna cum..."

"It's not like... I'll get pregnant, (M/n)..." he muttered against my lips. "It'll make less of a mess..."

My jaw clenched as I felt how close I was to cumming, but I couldn't come inside of Katsuki. I held his arms and unwrapped them from my neck, straightening myself up and spreading his legs apart, forcing them to unwrap my hips.

I pulled out and I leaned down before he could complain again, reaching one hand in between us to hold our dicks together and stroking them at a steady pace. Katsuki was letting out muffled moans again, his back arching off the bed as he came a second time all over himself. The sight itself was so erotic... it drove me close to the edge, but not close enough.

"Fuck." I growled as I rubbed my dick faster now, but I just couldn't cum. That was when I felt a foreign hand wrapping around my throbbing cock, "Ka-Katsuki~," he scoffed, holding my face closer to his, and pressing our foreheads together.

"I told you to come inside... you didn't listen..."

He kissed me and our tongues rubbed against each other immediately, I closed my eyes and deepened our kiss. My groans were silenced by Katsuki's mouth and his hand felt almost as good as his mouth did, it was making me thrust my hips into his grip.

His thumb pressed on my slit, rubbing it slowly, and that made me bit his lips, growling as I came on his hand.

Gasping for air, I pulled away from our kiss, and I fixed my pants as I knelt on the bed, about to get up to get a wet towel to clean us up when my eyes opened, and I caught sight of Katsuki.

He was blushing, sweating, his hair was messy and sprawled over the pillow, while both of our cum mixed on top of his body.

The sight was way more lewd than it should've been...

Damn.

I swallowed and blinked a few times, standing up from the bed and walking to his bathroom.

"Be right back, puppy." He let out a low hum, and I took a step into the bathroom, grabbing a hand towel and wetting it a bit as I avoided thinking about that image Katsuki had just shown me of himself. "Forget it... or you'll get hard again."

I walked out and headed towards the ash-blond, sitting next to him and cleaning his body gently, he whined and looked away, hiding his face from me with his hands, and I couldn't help but smile at that. I leaned down and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

"I love you, Katsuki." He groaned and pushed my face away, making me chuckle at his attitude, "You want me to stay here tonight?"

He hummed with a silent nod, and I got up to grab some of my own clothes and some for Katsuki.

I helped him get dressed and I changed my clothes, leaving them on top of his desk chair and getting in the bed next to him, hugging him close to my body, and soon falling asleep.

#paralyze fic #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bakugou x male #bakugou x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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Tales from the Neutral Zone Part 3

Yea, as the title says. Although, this part doesn't really happen on the Neutral Zone, because it's about Galen and how he met Law Construct in a bar.

Also, there a small extra thing at the end.

I hope all of you don't mind how short this part is, nor the writing. I'm pretty tired. ^^'

Small trigger warning: there's drinking in this one

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Galen didn’t like it here.

Granted, he hardly liked any place that wasn’t his medical bay, hab-suit and or the Neutral Zone in general, but there was something about clubs like this one that made Galen want to turn around and leave even before he stepped in them. But considering how most of the crew was in here and a certain copper coloured mech dragged him out of the ship while yelling about “How he needed to get out more”, Galen found himself without much of a choice.

Of course, they could have simply gone to Silverlining’s bar and had a good time there, but it was rare for them to land on a planet and get the green-light from Record to go and have some fun outside the ship. Doesn’t mean Galen had to like the fact that he was dragged here against his will and forced to glare down a colorful drink, while keeping an optic on Copper. And speaking of that crazy nutjob of a mech, he was at least behaving himself and was annoying someone else.

“I would still prefer my room though…” Muttered Galen, as he gave his drink one last glare, before downing the whole thing in one quick swig. Something that caught the attention of an already drunk looking mech, because he came over and sat down next to the grumpy looking kinda-medic. Looking as smug as a drunkard who thinks they had a chance, as he leaned forward. One servo propped his chin up, while the other one slowly swirled his own drink.

“My, my, I’ve never seen a mech swallow that fast. Mind giving me a closer demonstration?” Galen would have gagged at that remmark, if the foul breath of the mech wasn’t already making his tanks churn. But he knew that saying anything would only spur on his uninvited guest to keep on talking. So, to strengthen his nerves, Galen ordered another drink and simply ignored the grounder next to him.

However, the drunkard, who introduced himself as Runningway, did not get the cue and kept on pestering him with crude comments and gestures. So much so, that Galen was already close to grabbing his fourth drink and smashing it into the idiot's face. And after his sixth, he did just that, or better said, he grabbed his drink and was about to show this aft just how much he liked his company, but was stopped by a beautiful grounder walking over to them and getting him to leave, before sitting down himself.

“Ah… I’m sorry if I interrupted something, I just… saw how much you didn’t like his company and decided to get in between before anything bad could happen.”

“Tch, why are you saying sorry? You saved my drink.” He didn’t mean it as a joke, it was an observation after all, but for some reason the new mech found it funny. And Galen found himself laughing along. “Seriously kid, I was seconds away from introducing that aft to my drink, which would have been a shame, because this stuff isn’t cheap and I bet the glass isn’t either.”

“First of all, kid? I’m probably the same age as you, and second, yea. This club is one of the more expensive ones I’ve ever been to. But at least their drinks are amazing.” Chuckled the black and white mech with the purple and green flower details, as he took a sip from his own drink, before continuing. “Although, I prefer staying on our ship and either have movie nights with Moss and Strawberry or read a good story. I’ve started reading that one story about a human detective and a doctor, after Strawberry lent me her data-pad.”

“A shame that hound was just a regular dog and not this big monster everyone thought it was.” Said Galen, before taking a swig from his drink and looking over at the other mech. Who was looking at him with something similar to amazement, maybe even excitement, because he started to go on a rant about how he had to disagree, before jumping to the next story and how much he loved the growing friendship between the detective and doctor. And Galen, to his own surprise, found himself smiling at the enthusiasm and started to give his own opinion too. Sharing some other detective stories he’s read, before revealing that his favorite genre is fantasy.

And maybe it was the engex fault, but Galen felt his face grow warm as a blush formed on it. “Yea… start laughing. The grumpy looking kinda-doc likes fantasy, especially if it involves dragons and romantic plots. Can’t really help it… carrier tended to… yea… I always liked it when he read me berthtime stories. Always put me into recharge right away, or after he finished the story.” Muttered Galen, after downing yet another drink. But before he could even think about his time with his creators, specifically his carrier, Galen’s attention was again grabbed by the beautiful grounder next to him, who started to talk about his favorite genres. And low and behold, he too liked fantasy. Something that got Galen to talk even more, or maybe it’s just the engex getting to him.

Either way, he’ll definitely talk to Silverlining about this day. Not only because the amount of engex he consumed is worrisome to him, but also because he doesn’t know what he should think about the fact that he stood up and started to dance with a stranger, after the two had another round of drinks. Although, that was something sober Galen will have to worry about tomorrow, because party Galen right now was having the time of his life. Twirling the mech in his arms every time the music grew faster, before pulling him back and holding him close. Changing their wild dancing into something softer as soon as the music switched.

And for the first time, Galen found himself relaxing as he stared into the mesmerizing blue optics of the grounder. Mumbling a soft “Sorry” as he leaned down to plant a soft, shy kiss on his dance partner’s lips. Although, even though this action was a surprise for Galen -usually he didn’t kiss anyone he just met- he was more surprised by his dance partner leaning up and meeting him halfway. Causing Galen to experience the same feeling his carrier always described in his stories. And from the looks of it, the slightly smaller grounder experienced something similar.

Their moment might have only lasted for a few seconds, but to them, it almost felt like a lifetime, and Galen found himself wondering if this is what love at first sight felt like, before being distracted by the soft laughter from the other mech. “Heh, my name’s Law Construct, by the way. But everyone I know calls me Con.”

“Galen… I’m…. Galen…” Muttered the kinda-doc, before his expression turned sour, because Copper just started a bar fight with that Runningway mech from before and three others. “Looks like my friend needs me… I’m sorry, Con, but if I don’t get him, he might as well be ready for the scrapyard.”

“Because they would beat him to a pulp?” Asked Law Construct with a chuckle. To which Galen only shook his head in return.

“No, because I would. Fragger ruined my evening, but also made it kind of better.” He said, before carefully taking Law Consstruct’s servo in his own and leaning down to place a quick kiss onto it, before sending the other mech his comm number with a wink. To which he quickly got Law Construct’s return. “I’ll see you next time…” And with that said, Galen turned around, marched over to Copper, chased off Runningway and his friends with his “crazy doctor act”, before grabbing his friend and dragging him out of the club.

All the while thinking about the mech he just met, and the creators he left behind.

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Somewhere on the Lost Light an old doctor and his conjux were just enjoying their time together. Watching one of the movies, Swerve was showing in his bar and talking quietly with the present crew members, as Blaster walked into the room. Telling the medic that there was someone called ‘Galen’ trying to contact him, and the doctor moved quickly. Getting up from his seat, before following Blaster out of the bar. Closely followed by his conjux.

Keeping a neutral expression during their walk, although, as soon as he got to the communications console, his optics widened at the sight of the clearly wasted mech on the other end. Who, by the looks of it and the sound of his voice, was a mess. A very sad and teary mess, but the doctor didn’t care. This was, after all, the first time he saw his creation after he ran away. And despite the clear changes, the doctor knew this was his little spark.

“H-hey…” Muttered the younger mech, before letting out a chuckle. “Primus, I should have thought about this better. Called you… when I wasn’t drunk… not that I would have had the courage for it if I was sober… Maybe I should hang up…”

“Don’t… We haven’t talked in a while.” Said the medic, which prompted his sparkling to continue talking. And talking, he did. The mech told his carrier about the things he was too scared to talk about when sober. Starting with how he’s been, how he found a brother, a family, a crush, before ending with the reason why he ran away.

And the doctor listened to everything. Giving the mech as much comfort as he could over the console, before they had to end their call.

#transformers #transformers ocs #galen #copper #law construct #tw alcohol #I might edit this one later... #or delete it #depends on how I feel about it

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Chapter Ten: Check List:

Word Count: 490

Warnings: none (let me know if I missed any!)

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A few days passed, and the hanger was scrambling.

It was late, and they were going to be doing a supply run to some dark planet.

Juliette yawned into her fist, doing a check list in her head.

Guns, helmet, armor, knives, accessories… I’m forgetting something.

The men were chatting around her as she kept her head down.

Gauntlets? No. Is my safety on? It’s always on until battle. Boots. Obviously I have those. They’re on my feet.

The blast doors opened so they could see the outside, the planet of Umbara. As dark as it was, she thought the shadow planet was a pretty sight to behold.

Night vision is attached to the scope. Extra flashlight is on the belt. Flamethrower isn’t necessary, but I have it. What am I missing?

Hardwire was doing a briefing, mentioning dangerous creatures and a language barrier. Luckily they were provided a translator droid, and the men were happy it wasn’t Senator Amidala’s.

Not the translator droid. Not the supplies. Not the troops. Am I just being paranoid?

The ship jolted, and everyone held tight as a bunch of flying creatures flew a little too close for comfort.

“Everyone, hang on,” Hardwire barked.

Juliette gripped the bar, feeling Mirage’s hand ghosting behind her.

One creature clipped the side, and they tilted only for a moment. Her back hit Mirage’s hand as she lost her hold, and began to fall.

My jet pack!

****

It was like slow motion.

One moment, Juliette and Mirage were there. The next, falling.

Hardwire ran to edge, too late to catch her as she fell and Fury caught Mirage’s ankle. Fury began slipping, but then Grimm grabbed his arm.

“You idiot!” Grimm pulled, “hang on!”

Everyone began helping and dragged Mirage back into the gunship.

Mirage panted, holding his ribs, “I couldn’t catch her…”

“I can’t see her.” Shadow reported, scanning the area. “Doesn’t help that her armor is dark.”

Hardwire stood at the edge, hand still out.

I should’ve been holding her hand.

“Commander!” Cooper roughly shook his shoulder, “we can’t stop. What do we do?”

It was happening too fast, he felt his breathing labor as he looked at all the men watching him. All the privates, all the officers, the ARCs, the newbies, the two ARFs.

His gaze fell back on the ARFs.

One was Hound who had his AT-RT, the other was Mutt who was medically trained.

Hardwire pointed to them, “get in contact with your Sergeant.”

****

Juliette opened her eyes, gasping.

Pain coursed through her body, shooting through every limb. Despite just returning to consciousness, she was already crying a river under her helmet.

She tried to move, but just wiggling her toes hurt.

She let out a sob, and stared up to the sky.

The gunships were gone.

She couldn’t hear them.

All she had was a sky full of stars glittering over her.

It made her cry harder.

I want my buir.

#caribou stories #caribou ocs #952nd #star wars #star wars the clone wars #juliette trix #commander hardwire #arc trooper mirage #boomerang #arc trooper fury #sergeant cooper

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@ikkaku-of-heart​ asked: Pouring Lamy a steaming cup of coffee, Ikkaku shook her head, both amused and a little proud. "Dating an officer of the Revolutionary Army. You rebel. I approve. Sabo's a good guy, and so long as he treats you well I won't shock his nuts off. Well, unless Law orders me to. Then it'll depend on my mood," she teased with a wink.

Taking a sip of her own coffee, her smile turned rueful. Law had been fuming since he'd found out about his baby sister's blonde beau, but really, it could be so much worse. Yet of course the older Trafalgar was protective as hell, especially when he'd nearly lost her again, but the extent he was willing to go was ridiculous. And yet...

"I know I shouldn't feel envious," she said, leaning back in her chair, "but stupid as it is, I kinda am. I'm sure it's annoying as hell, having Law hound your boyfriend and threaten him and shit, but, well, I guess I can't help but wish he did that with me once in a while. I mean, Sabo's no angel, but generally, my taste is way, way worse than yours. And while Law's always been around to deal with the fallout if things with my lovers go south...I don't know. Guess I can't help but want it just because I never had it with my brothers. But logically I know I should count my blessings and be glad he doesn't spend his nights plotting how to kill who I'm sleeping with."

Lamy gave Ikkaku a bright grin in thanks as she handed her the mug with the blue bear on it. Milk, five scoops of sugar, perfectly roasted South Blue beans. Ambrosia for the mortals, warming her hands. The galley was deserted this early in the morning, except for the two women and a hungover Jakouushi snoring somewhere beneath the benches, nursing a bottle to his chest. She lifted the coffee to her lips to blow off the steam, but promptly burnt the tip of her tongue on the hot beverage at her words. “Ow—OW! HOT! Gaaaah!” she yelped, placing the cup down on the table before she fixated Ikkaku with a wide-eyed stare, pointing one of her fingers at her nose. “W-w-we're not d-dating!” she stuttered around her hurting tongue, completely flustered. Not officially, at least. All color drained from her face at the subtle threat to his manhood. “IKKAKU!” Lamy was blushing to the tips of her ears now, her face twitching as she grabbed the edge of the table.

But her crewmate carried on, seemingly unfazed by her nervous reaction. The shock from being put into the limelight slowly died down once it became apparant that she truly didn't mind their relationship, and Lamy listened, slowly coming to the realization that something else was weighing on Ikkaku's heart. Golden eyes watched her as the engineer talked, staring almost wistfully into the distance. Ah, there it was again... the oily green monster that had grown between their respective hearts from the moment her feet had touched down in the midst of a ruined warehouse. Envy.

She felt like it had shrunk ever since the Jailhouse Rock incident, ever since they had laid their hearts bare to one another. Less bite, more manageable. Tamed. Law had smacked some more sense into them both after she had woken up, just to make sure, smothering the barbed wires that had dragged across their hearts in surgical gauze.

Lamy squinted at her from her peripheral vision once she was done talking, running the twinging tip of her tongue along her teeth as she mulled over her answer. They had promised each other to be more truthful about their feelings in that moldy jail cell, and she intended to keep that promise. “I guess the other sea is always a nicer shade of blue,” she began with a sigh, her thumb rubbing over the unmarred skin on the back of her hand.

“I get where you are coming from, but for me, it seems like he doesn't trust me to be able to handle myself,” she admitted quietly. “I just want to be able to make my own decisions. We're the same age, but it feels like he only thinks of you as an adult... It might be due to all those years of our separation, but he trusts you enough to let you choose.” Frustration laced her words. Sure enough, Sabo's vest was as unblemished as an operating room covered floor to ceiling in viscera, but she wasn't exactly the epitome of innocence either. And it wasn't like she had gotten involved with the Revolutionary Army for the wrong reasons. She hadn't forgotten about her priorities, and their goals were the same. They both wanted to watch the World Government, and everything it stood for, burn.

And if the Chief of Staff held her hand and looked at her with that moribund flesh across his face, jagged and charred and crinkling with adoration as they assured each other of the inevitable deaths of their enemies? The enigmatic glints in their eyes an unspoken promise of the storms to come? Well... that was only a plus in her books.

“Sabo is wonderful. He just... lets me be my own person, if that makes sense. He doesn’t care where I came from, whose sister I am. It’s freeing.” Lamy somberly stared down at her reflection in the mug, rubbing her index finger along the coffee stains on the rim. “If I should get my heart broken, I want it to be my own terms, not because our brother decided that he has to threaten every single suitor that comes along with dismemberment.”

#{ oh this got LONG :')) } #{ thanks for sending Anubis <333 } #ikkaku-of-heart #ikkakuofheart #regensia #medicus-mortem #medicusmortem #{ tagging you both as well because you're to blame for this } #;ic #;asks #;children of embers - SaboLamy #v; reclaimed heart

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3. The Need for Speed

     School was where Veronica had always fit in. She was pretty and kind and always had friends. The only thing? This was a Tennessee Public School.

As Veronica and Cozette walked in she could hear the boys catcalling. She giggled to herself and gave a sideways glance to Cozette. She was holding a hand over her face and hiding in her hair.

"Not much for attention, cowgirl? When did you become shy?" Veronica commented, her tone confused.

"These are teenagers. It's different when we're on the track." She replied.

     "You mean when you're focused on my brother?" She raised an eyebrow, causing Cozette to blush and hide her face.

Veronica giggled and parted ways with her. She had English first hour and Cozette had Math with Chase and the boys. She looked at the map of the school in her hands, but by the time she found the English III classroom she was ten minutes late.

She slowly opened the door, her heart racing as every face in the room turned to look at her. Her stomach turned with anxiety as a deep voice from the front of the room caught her attention.

"You must be Ms.Walsh. I'm Mr.Winston, the only awesome English III teacher in the universe." He grinned at her and her anxiety melted. Dimples shown on the corners of his cheeks, and muscles shown through the black button down he wore.

Veronica's breath caught at his eyes, they were a shade of green you'd only find in a beautiful lush forest where wolves ran rampant and birds cawed in the trees.

     "Veronica Walsh, I'm here with the NASCAR scholarship." She handed him her slip and he studied it. His eyes were so captivating, he soaked in the page with such intense emotion it was hard to understand. He glanced back up at her with a smirk. She realized she was biting her bottom lip.

"Well Ms.Walsh, welcome to St.Iverson."

***

"Chase come on! We're going to be late." Cozette huffed, her silver mini skirt shimmered as she slipped on orange cowgirl boots, and of course the matching cowboy hat.

"Do you really have to wear that much orange to a race?" Veronica raised an eyebrow, causing Cozette to look at her with a serious look.

"Fashion is important. You have to look your best. Now try on these shorts!"

She threw a pair of daisy dukes to Veronica with force and she huffed. She went into her small adjacent bathroom and slipped her sweatpants off and putting the shorts on. She'd chosen a orange bikini top that tied around her neck and then behind her back. The shorts showed off her ass beautifully, they had small little jean tassels. She slowly opened the door and faced Cozette, her cheeks burning with heat.

"What do you think?" She asked Cozette sheepishly.

"Girl," her mouth fell open "You are hot!"

Veronica smiled and grabbed her white converse and was putting them on when Chase and Sebastian came down the stairs. Her brother was wearing a brand new NASCAR fire suit. The sleeves were orange and white checkered while the Tennessee "T" and hound dog sat on his chest. His helmet was a bright orange with two white racing strips. Sebastian dawned a completely white fire suit except the orange designs up his arms. His eyes had fallen on Veronica the moment he'd turned the corner coming down the stairs. She blushed deeply as her brother looked at Cozy.

"Not bad, cowgirl." He gave her a playful smile, causing her best friend to blush bright as a tomato.

"Not bad yourself." Cozy squeaked.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Chase looked at his sister and his nose flared. She swallowed softly.

"It's a bathing suit top. Cozy let me borrow it for the night."

"You can not show that much skin, Veronica. These men aren't like the ones at the drag strip at home. They won't behave themselves."

"That's hillbillies for you." Sebastian coughed.

"Hey, my brother and father will be there!" Cozette yipped

"The point is Veronica, you're just a piece of ass to these guys. Don't go trying to find Prince Charming. Most of them are Santiago's friends."

"Chase," Sebastian hissed but Veronica had had enough.

"I don't need you to tell me what to do, Chase." She scoffed.

Cozette was giving Chase a death glare at this point. She seemed surprisingly upset at her brother. Chase backed down a bit from Cozy.

"Fine. Wear what you'd like." He snapped, pushing past Cozette and out the front door, it banged shut behind him and in the distance she could hear his car door slam.

"Don't worry about your brother, Roni." Sebastian huffed, "I'll talk to him."

Veronica nodded as Cozy smiled and took her hand, slipping something into her hand. She raised a confused eyebrow and looked at the objects laying in her palm. Car keys. Brand new cars keys.

"What's this?" She looked at Cozy with a startled expression.

"Happy late birthday!" Cozy squealed loudly

Veronica laughed out loud and rushed out the front door, hitting the button on the small remote and as she heard the chirp! She gasped.

"That is NOT a Ford GT." She gaped at the silky pink exterior of the car that has the design of a hellcat on the side in lime green with matching rims. She slid her fingers down the side of the car as it came to rest on the door handle, and she opened the drivers side.

"Oh my god, Cozy. You are an angel." Veronica choked up a little. It may have not been her dream car, but it was definitely faster and better. She turned and gave Cozette a hug hard enough to pop her back.

"Ow ow ow! You're..ow..very welcome!" She gasped for air and Veronica stepped away looking embarrassed.

"I'm sorry it's just..I've always wanted my own car. Thank you so much Cozy, really."

"Don't thank me, city girl. Sully was the one who mentioned it to Chase and I. Your brother wasn't so keen on it but you know I'll always have your back." She gave Veronica a wink and she giggled. It was nice knowing she had someone to always be on her side in the worst of times. Especially someone as amazing and kind as Cozette.

"Well, why don't we take her for a spin?"

Veronica flashed her brown eyes at Cozette as they gleamed with mischief and adrenaline. Cozy smirked and headed for the passenger side as she flung open the drivers door. She fixed the seat in a blink of an eye and their seatbelts fastened.

The car purred under Veronica's fingers as she turned the key. She pressed the gas a couple of times as the engine roared. She could hear the boys laughing as she let off. She watched as Sebastian hopped through Chase's passenger window and Owen slipped in the back seat. Her brother reeved his engine back at her, spinning gravel as he shot down the driveway. He was baiting her to a race. And she was not gonna lose. Just because her father didn't believe in girls racing didn't mean she hadn't learned by watching her brother's movements all these years. She didn't lose time as she popped the car into first gear and shot like a bullet after her brother's Challenger. She caught up easily and pressed her gas before shifting gears and made a quick left turn and spewing gravel across the paved road as she weaved around her brother and took off down the main road towards the highway. Cozette leaned over and quickly pressed the Bluetooth on the radio as she laughed hysterically. "What Was I Thinkin?" by Dierks Bentley filled the open air she glanced over at Cozette with curiosity.

"Let's beat these bastards!" She whooped and Veronica laughed, pressing on the gas as the car reared forward. She could hear her brothers challenger roaring behind them and she braved a look in the rear-view mirror. She could see Chase laugh as they hit a curve and he passed her in one swift shift of a gear and she glanced him flip a switch causing the Challenger to lurch forward and pick up speed as they hit the straightaway.

"He's using Nitro now?" Veronica cursed under breath and hit the gas, Nitro would only help her brother for a short few moments but they were coming up on the last curve before the Racetrack. Her brother's challenger weaves around traffic and disappeared for a second. Before Veronica could shift her gear to catch up Cozette gasped.

"Take Rattlesnake!"

"What?" Veronica shouted over the rushing wind and music.

"That road right there! Take that one!" She pointed to a small bypass cutoff. Veronica flipped on her turn single, changed gears and swung the wheel to turn on the road. She hit 80 at the curve and shot down a smaller highway and reached the pull in to the racetrack in less than two minutes. She slowed and pulled behind the traffic and parked the car behind Sully's box.

Veronica turned the key and the purring died to silence. Cozette giggled and looked to her friend. Her hair was wispy from the wind and cheeks flushed from adrenaline. She could hear Chase's car purr around the corner and shut off. Within seconds there was a tap on Veronica's window and her brother stood furious as she rolled it down.

"How in the fuck did you manage to get here before us?"

Veronica noticed Sebastian and Owen standing a bit behind her brother, looking dumbfounded. She busted out laughing as Cozette lost her composure, a snort escaping from her nose. Her brother fumed at her, but she didn't miss the small smile that tugged at his lips as he tried to hold his pissed off composure.

"Chase, my boy!" Sully's voice called as he approached.

"Hey Sully," Veronica waved from her window, he smiled softly in her direction before beckoning Chase over to talk to him. The girls got out of Veronica's car and went to stand with Owen. Sebastian sauntered over to join her brother and Sully's conversation. Owen watched them with intensity but stood his ground next to the girls. She watched how Owen moved, like he was positioning himself the best way to watch around them but keep an eyes on the girls and the others.

"Did my brother ask you to watch us?" Veronica blurted, causing Owen to startle. His almost black eyes landed on her with distaste.

"Why do you ask that?" He ventured, raising his eyebrows. He was challenging her too. Why?

"Hey Bear, C'mere for a sec!" Sebastian called out. He gave one last look over of the girls and then jogged to her brothers side.

The girls gave each other a look. First a new car, a race from her brother and now Owen as a bodyguard?

"Why don't we go get some drinks?" Cozette offered.

"Sure." Veronica replied, casting one last glance at her brother and the boys before following the blonde towards the stadium.

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[mayhemproduces]

All six competitors stand inside the ring as the announcements are made official, starting out off our Night 1 main event! The Hounds huddle around, never taking their eyes off their opponents, as Abigail offers her minions a few more words of advice, of strategy, before they head into battle. Malakai Black and Jon Moxley will be the first entrants for their respective side, Black studying Mox as Mox hops around the ring, rolling his limbs out. They lock up, Malakai going for a waistlock, but Mox hits a standing switch to grab Black by the waist. Mox tries to lift Black off his feet, but Malakai reverses with an arm drag, locking in a side headlock. He rolls right into a wristlock, but Moxley rolls forward into an arm wringer, top wristlock. Black struggles, but rolls forward himself, through, kips up and breaks it but Moxley slaps him across the face, knocking Black to the mat! Malakai touches his stinging lips as Moxley bounces on the balls of his feet, smirking. Malakai stares him down before Abigail tags herself in, and Seth Rollins does the same, wanting another piece of Abigail after their first ever singles match a few weeks ago. Abigail walked out on top then, and looks to do the same now as they lock up. Rollins hits a standing switch, holding Abigail by the waist before switching to a hammerlock. Abigail switches it around, getting a waistlock, then a side headlock. Transitioning into a top wristlock, circling Rollins with some rather impressive technical abilities, something Abigail isn’t usually known for, but Rollins isn’t impressed, as he decks Abigail with a clothesline! Seth stares her down as Abigail scoots back to her team’s corner and tags in Syn. Seth puts his fingers together, telling Syn, “Don’t worry buddy, I know exactly what you want,” and tags in Roman Reigns! It started with these two as Syn shocked the wrestling world, picking up a very unexpected win over the Tribal Chief after Abigail “threatened” to kick Syn out of The Fallen - of course, we know now that it was all just a plot to continue Syn’s winning trajectory, but who would have imagined that this is where it would end?

The Big Easy pops off as Reigns enters the ring, squaring off with the Poisoned Prince, the former Island Chief, himself. Roman has been itching for this moment, and Syn’s letting him get an earful of how this isn’t going to go any differently than their first encounter. Roman remains confident, almost like he’s tuning Syn out, before they finally lock up. Waistlock by Syn, but Roman switches out and squeezes Syn’s aist. Syn starts to break his grip, but Roman transitions into a side headlock. He walks Syn around the ring, like a dog on a leash, before popping him in the face with a right hand. Reigns pushes Syn to the ropes and whips him off, landing a shoulder tackle, but somehow, Syn stays on his feet! Syn teeters, but tells Roman to bring it again. Reigns off the ropes, but this time it’s Syn who hits the shoulder tackle, knocking Reigns down to the mat! Roman staresuo in surprise for a moment as Syn dusts off his shoulder. Syn heads to the ropes, but Roman leap frogs right over him on the rebound! Continuing to run, Syn gets floored by a Superman Clothesline! Reigns lifts Syn up a second time, popping him up into the air, and connects with a Samoan Drop! Reigns leans back into the cover!

1… 2 - Kickout!

Syn with the shoulder up right at two, and Reigns quickly brings him back up. To the ropes again, Abigail gets a bling tag as Roman pushes Syn off, and decks him with a big boot! Syn gets swept off his feet, but Roman’s about to be feeling the same way, as Abigail charges from his blind spot - but Roman leaps over Abigail, and she gets decked by a clothesline from Moxley! Reigns drops Malakai with a right hand, putting him and Syn against the ropes. The Hounds of Justice charge them, knocking both men out of the ring with a triple clothesline! Syn and Malakai are down on the outside, and that means there’s just one remaining…..

Abigail was resting against the bottom turnbuckle when the Shield turned around and stalked up to her, trapping her in the corner. Abigail starts to fume, ready to fight all three of them, but she’s no match for the three of them on their own, the Hounds stomping and beating her down, giving Abigail a taste of her own medicine! Reigns is the leg man, and tags out to Moxley. He comes in and stomps Abigail down, before tagging Seth in, who stomps Abigail down. He tags Reigns back in, and Reigns soaks up his spotlight, before picking Abigail up and flattening her with a clothesline. Roman unleashed a battle cry of adrenaline, and excitement, before tagging in Rollins. Seth leaps to the top rope, and comes down with a forearm on Abigail. Seth picks her back up, while Moxley tags his back. Jon runs the ropes as Rollins hits a snapmare, and Mox knocks her over with a boot. Seth follows up with a knee drop, and Mox runs the ropes, connecting with an elbow drop, and hooking the far leg!

1… 2… Kickout!

With The Shield firmly in control, Moxley circles the ring, taunting Syn, before he picks Abigail up for a back suplex - but Abigail lands on her feet! She slides under Mox and tags in Malakai, who springboards in with a knee strike to Moxley. Black knocks both Reigns and Rollins off the apron before turning back to Moxley, and nailing him with a stiff kick to the chest. Mox grimaces, and Black follows up with a kick from the leg left, then another on the thigh. Malakai jumps for a knee before kicking Mox square in the chest, putting him right in the mat. Malakai flattens him with a Meteora, and rolls through into a seated position. Black swings to his feet and struts around the ring, waiting for Mox to stand, before trying to take his head off with The End - but Mox ducks! He lands the gut kick, double under hook, but Malakai backs them up into The Fallen’s corner to avoid the incoming Death Ryder. Syn slaps him on the back, making himself the legal man. Black backs up so Syn can punch Moxley in the ribs, kicking him down into the corner. He tags in Abigail, who comes in with her double foot press, leaning back on the ropes to choke Moxley out. She tags in Malakai, who hits a running face wash on Mox. The Fallen working like a well oiled machine to keep Mox exactly where they want him, as they take turns stomping him down. Stopping with Syn as the legal man, he and Abigail set up for a slingshot Meteora, Syn holding Abigail’s hand to throw her into Mox - but he moves! Abigail knees the turnbuckles, while Roman grabs Malakai, pulling him down to the floor and throwing him into the ring announer’s table! Rollins gets Abigail outside the ring, and Syn gets floored by a King Kong Lariat from Moxley!

Mox runs the ropes, and wipes Abigail out with a suicide dive! Rollins helps Moxley to his feet, patting him on the back as The Shield try to re-enter the ring. But as Moxley gets on the ropes, Syn flies through the ropes, taking Mox back down to the floor with a massive Suicide Spear! Rollins looks on in shock, very worried for his buddy, and starts checking on Moxley. Mox waves him off, and Syn grabs him, getting them both back inside the ring. Syn yanks his vest, pulling on it with such velocity that the buttons pop off. Syn tears it off Mox, throwing the vest out of the ring. The Fallen promised to bury The Shield permanently, and that starts with disrobing Moxley, apparently, stripping him of that signature vest. And Syn gets chopped for it. Moxley lands another hard chop to the chest before landing a forearm on Syn. He switches between the chops and punches to the jaw, until Syn gets Abigail tagged in. She jumps into the ring as Syn kicks Moxley back, and together, they hit a Big Rig Lariat and rolling elbow combo, smashing Mox between a rock and a hard place! Mox drops to his knees, leaning into Abigail, as she takes a look out at the Smoothie King Center, his Shield brethren, worried for their brother, while Abigail stalks. Moxley inches forward, not to the ropes, but rather his partners, reaching out desperately for a tag. “These are the men you want to save you? How many times have they stabbed you in the back? How many times have they left you to rot?” Abigail grabs Moxley by the chin, wrapping her arm around his throat to choke him out. “They don’t care about you Moxley, not like I - “ and Mox popsher in the mouth! He turns and reaches out to Roman. He comes so close, fingertips away, before Abigail cruelly rips him back, planting Mox with an emphatic Spinebuster. She rolls through, picking Moxley up on her shoulder and marching to the nearest corner, where she puts Mox on the top rope. Climbing up with him, Abigail hooks him in for a Superplex, but Mox holds on! Abigail tries to yank him up, but Moxley is too strong. He turns the tides, picking Abigail up instead, and dropping her face first down to the mat!

It’s clear that such a counter took all of Mox’s reserved energy, as he struggles to even move his legs, trying to get himself in position to throw his body to the wind, or simply jump down, but The Fallen are right there to stop him. Abigail gets the tag to Syn as Malakai holds Moxley’s boot, forcing him to stay in place until Syn can jump up to the top with him. Syn tries to grab him, but Mox is prepared and knocks Syn down with a few forearms, biting him, before sending him to the mat with a headbutt. He kicks Malakai off his leg before perching, and nailing Syn with a missile dropkick! Syn’s down, and Mox creates a huge opening for himself! He struggles to get to his feet, get to his corner, but Syn gets to his first. He tags in Malakai, who sprints across the ring in a second, knocking Reigns off the apron! He turns to Mox, charging, but Mox turns it into a back body drop! He leaps, and tags in Rollins! Seth comes in hot off the top rope, connecting with a springboard knee on Malakai! Fired up, Rollins jumps to the second rope, and drops Malakai with a blockbuster! He shakes the ropes as Black gets to his feet, swings and misses with a clothesline, and Seth drops him with the Slingblade! Shoulders down on Malakai to steal it!

1… 2… Kickout!

Pushing back his frizzy black hair, the signature blonde patch shining through, Rollins calls Malakai up. He grabs Black from behind, but Malakai throws a back elbow. He tags in Abigail, before falling to the floor. Abigail comes in and walks into a gut kick, Seth picking her up on his shoulders. He walks back, and Roman slaps him on the back. Seth charges forward, depositing Abigail with a Buckle Bomb! She stumbles forward, and gets dropped by a Superman Clothesline from Roman! Reigns hooks the far leg here!

1… 2… Kickout!

Posting in the corner, Reigns looks out at the Big Easy as they shower him with love, soaking in the big moment, before his sights set on Abigail. His nostrils flare before he cocks his fist, and slams it into the mat. Intense, icy blue eyes bore into Abigail as she struggles to her feet, about to eat a Superman Punch - but Abigail ducks, and rolls Reigns up!

1… 2 - Kickout!

Back on their feet, Roman scoops Abigail up, thinking about a Samoan Drop, but Abigail elbows off. She pushes him, sending Reigns to the ropes, before ducking a clothesline. Roman continues to run the ropes, forcing Abigail to slide under him. He whips around as Abigail twists, going for a rolling elbow, but Roman catches her with a MASSIVE Superman Punch! Abigail nearly gets her head taken clean off her shoulders, and she might be out cold!

Reigns is FIRED up, as is the fans, as we all know what’s coming next. Roman stands above Abigail and throws his head back, shouting out an, “OOOOOOOWWAAAAA!” And tries to cut her in half with a Spear, but Abigail blocks it with a firm Psychosis to the side of the head! Reigns is out on his feet after that hard knee to the head, and ends up stumbling towards his team’s side of the ring, where Moxley makes a sneaky tag. Reigns stumbles forward, and somehow, he nails Abigail with another Superman Punch! Moving on instinct alone, Reigns takes down the Matriarch! Before she goes down, Syn sneaks a tag, nailing Reigns with a huge Spear! Roman’s practically turned inside out, and Syn turns his attention to Moxley, rocking him with an elbow. Moxley falls to the ropes, where he pendulums back in, and nails Syn with a lariat! Syn takes it on the chest, but somehow stays on his feet, before eating a superkick from Rollins! Another superkick for Malakai! Moxley feeds Syn to Rollins, who sends him through a ripcord, and nails him with a jumping knee strike! Syn is dazed, and Mox kicks him in the gut, before drilling him with the Death Ryder! It may not be a triple Powerbomb, but it could seal the deal here, Moxley floating into a pin!

1… 2… BROKEN UP!!

Abigail saves the day by stomping Moxley’s head into the mat, crushing it with Starfall! Abigail falls to the side and pulls Syn with her, as Moxley rolls, all wrestlers down except the Devil Herself, as she slides her beau to their side of the ring to grant herself the status of legal competitor. She gets Rollins to his feet, but Seth has just enough in the tank to push her back, and nail her with a precise Superkick! The echo of Rollins’s leather boot smacking Abigail’s jaw reverberates throughout the arena, and Abigail goes down! Rollins can barely stand, but everyone in New Orleans knows what time it is, as Seth gestures for them to finish this. Roman and Moxley meet him in the middle of the ring, Mox and Seth holding Abigail up, as Roman takes another look out at the Big Easy, getting them ready to shout along in unison, with a flick of his glorious hair - when Roman gets pulled out of the ring! Syn grabs him by the ankle and yanks him out, saving his lover, and throwing Roman into the barricade. Abigail punches Moxley, punches Rollins, holding her own against them until she spins Rollins around, and Malakai CRACKS his boot against Rollins’s face, knocking him out with The End! Seth goes down like a bag of rocks, and Abigail floors Moxley with a discus big boot, nearly taking his head off with it.

With The Fallen firmly in control, Abigail begins directing traffic. Outside of the ring, Abigail punches Roman in the head, while Syn chokes him out with his boot, stomping him on the ribs. Driving all of the air out of Reigns’s lungs, before he’s finished off with a BIG penalty kick from Black. They slide back into the ring, Abigail getting her hands wrapped around Moxley’s throat, choking him, before dropping him with a headbutt. Syn throws Moxley into the corner before he and Malakai move to the apron, Abigail strutting around the ring, absorbing the hatred and boos from our lively crowd tonight, before charging towards Moxley. She crushes him with a cannonball, while Malakai and Syn connect with dropkicks to either side of his head! Abigail tags in Syn, who jumps across the apron and onto the top turnbuckle. He flies, crushing Moxley with a front flip Van Terminator! The Fallen are popping off, connecting with big moves like the well oiled machine they are, and it may be just a matter of time before the fairytale reunion draws to a close. Rollins jumps into the ring to try and protect his brother, but he’s quickly cut off, and beaten out of the ring by Abigail and Malakai. Reigns still hasn’t moved from where he was taken out on the floor, and Moxley’s all alone.

Abigail and Syn pick Moxley up in a double pumphandle, holding him up for a moment, before planting him with their Farewell, Mona Lisa, a move that has won them many matches since its introduction, and drive Moxley into the mat with it. Malakai comes off the top rope, connecting with a beautiful Nephilin, and hooks both legs on Moxley. The fairytale ride is over!

1….

2…

ROMAN SPEARS SYN ONTO MALAKAI! HE SAVES THE MATCH!

Just when we thought this one was over, Roman saves the day! But this fight has taken a toll on everyone, and they all take a breather on their respective sides of the ring. As they stumble to their feet, a unanimous echo from the crowd breaks out, “FIGHT FOREVER!” accompanies their staredown, before they continue the fight. Charging at one another, Rollins and Abigail, Roman and Syn, Malakai and Moxley. Haymakers coming from every side, and the fight spills out to ringside!

On the floor, they continue trading barbs. Syn throwing Roman into the barricade and punching him in the head, while Malakai lights Moxley up with some precise strikes. Abigail gets kicked in the knee, putting her on her knees, and Seth connects with a Superkick! Abigail rocks back, a far gone look in her eyes as Seth stumbles himself. He charges towards her and jumps, DRIVING Abigail’s head into the floor with The Stomp! Seth stumbles back as, on the other side of the ringside area, Moxley ducks a big strike from Malakai. He kicks Black in the gut, and drills him with the Death Ryder! Back inside the ring, Syn moves out to the apron to avoid an incoming Reigns. Roman hits the turnbuckles, and eats a forearm from Syn. As Roman stumbles back, Syn jumps up to the top rope, trying to take Roman off his feet - but he’s snatched out of mid-air with a GIANT Spear!

As Syn gets sliced in half, a shot of adrenaline bursts through the arena, everyone starts to get to their feet. Abigail’s down. Malakai’s not getting up. Seth and Moxley slide into the ring. And we all know what time it is… Seth and Moxley grab Syn, holding him up as Roman flicks his hair back, and the final time tonight, we get a roof-shaking shout from him and the crowd,

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!”

They lift Syn up, put him on Roman’s shoulders, and SLAM him down with the TRIPLE POWERBOMB! Moxley covers him, it’s over!

1… 2… 3!

“Here are your winners, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins, and Jon Moxley, THE SHIELD!”

That was a chaotic, messy back and forth. It was anyone’s match to win, but The Shield walked out victorious, and ended their reunion on a high note. What a powerful, emotional night this has been. And to think, we still have another one to go!

Moxley rolls to his back, staring up at the lights, while Roman kneels down to check on him. Despite the pain riddling their bodies, both men wear huge, pleased smiles on their faces, that only grow wider as the crowd begins to chant a special request…

“ONE MORE MATCH!”

“ONE MORE MATCH!”

“ONE MORE MATCH!”

Rollins returns to the ring and offers Moxley a chair to sit in, while Roman helps him up and into the chair, making a crack about him getting old. While Seth was out, it seems he also found a microphone to address our crowd!

“Guys, wow…” Seth breathes, grinning wide, “No matter if we lost or won, I wanted to address all of you guys, and my boys here. I thought I had it all planned out, but, holy shit. There’s no words to describe what this feels like. Moxley, you are and will always be my wrestling soulmate. It’s been five freakin years since we’ve even been in a ring together, and it feels like we never lost a step. And Roman… words can’t express how proud of you I’ve been over the past few years, watching you become your own man, but this. This feels right. This feels where you belong, where we belong….”

Seth pauses to look out over the crowd, who seem to very much agree with his statement. 

“They want it, and I don’t know about you two, but after tonight, I sure as hell do. But why stop at just one match?” Oh shit, “Why don’t we get the band back together permanently, and run MPW just like we did back in the day?”

Hooooooly shit. We were promised a one night reunion, but permanently?! The landscape of MPW would be changed forever. ALL the divisions would be put on notice. Could this really be happening?!

Roman gets to his feet, looking at Mox, looking at Seth…. Seth puts his fist out….

#match

[softvoicemonty]

Waste Deep Chapter 3: Eyes, with a voice

Dibbuk dragged Harvel back towards the switch station as steadily as she could. He wasn't heavy mind you. She could have practically chucked him the rest of the way if she'd wanted to. This not being an option, she settled for squeezing him perhaps a bit too firmly.

Harvel getting hurt was nothing new to her at this point. Only a year ago a can of solvent had exploded, burning nearly all the flesh from his forearm in the middle of a fatburg clearing. His left forearm had looked a little like what you got when all the cheese slid off a slice of pizza. When the treatments were finished it had looked like when someone hastily tries to pile it all back on before it get's cold.

This muck-brained idiot had told Mary to take off before any of them had even known what was going on. The first thing she had noticed upon waking up was the smell. The second, was all of the screaming.

All of it had smashed her in the face so hard she could have filed charges. 'Everything had gone to hell and, where were you? Of course, you were asleep. They had needed you, and you were asleep.' She thought, as she approached the station platform.

She watched as the medical team cart came flying into the other side of the station. They skidded a bit as they stopped. She waited as patiently as she could, applying pressure to Harvels back. She couldn't risk trying to pull him up the 20 foot ladder and making whatever was wrong with him worse.

The medics reached the edge of the platform and rappelled down the side. Dibbuk glanced at the nearby ladder, a bit confused. The medics expanded a stretcher out between the two of them. They pulled him on and strapped him in, with what looked like one smooth motion.

As Dibbuk grabbed Harvels shotgun and headed for the ladder, the medics both hooked the rappel lines to their backs. Securing the stretcher to rings protruding from the sides of their waists, they yanked on the lines in unison. They ascended to the platform within a matter of seconds, the little pullys at the top making a sound like a phone book being sliced in half.

Dibbuk waited as they rushed into the cart and took off at unnaturally high speed. She sighed once more, letting her hands drop down into the muck, still holding onto Harvels shotgun and her assault rifle. She watched as the flow danced around her knuckles. 'This damn job is going to be the end of us.' She thought, lifting her brothers shotgun and inspecting it.

'It's bent like a drinking straw for fucks sake.' She thought, passing a claw over the kink in the metal. For a moment, the composition of the air seemed to shift, like ionization produced by an electrical arc. She lifted her gaze and tried to see further down the tunnel. Her reptilian eyes strained themselves to confirm what she knew was there.

There was something sitting, seemingly waiting, at the very edge of the light. Something darker than the blackness around it. She could feel it staring at her, like a hound laser focused on a meal just outside of its reach. After a second, she realized that what it was truly staring at. Harvels shotgun.

Just a bit more curious than she was frightened, she pulled a flare from her breast pocket and lit it. The bright green light it emanated bounced around the glistening walls of the pipe. Tossing the flare down the pipe with practiced aim, it landed exactly where she had seen the darker shadow.

There was nothing there. Where she had sensed the thing was, sat only a slightly larger pile of muck than the rest. The flare had lodged itself in the heap, like a single candle on the worlds saddest birthday cake. Dibbuk let out a nervous little chuckle at the thought. Still a little uneasy, she trekked back to the ladder and pulled herself up onto the platform.

Mary was in the middle of working the transfer station controls so they could all finally go home. "What'd you do all that for?" Lindon asked, staring out at the flare in the distance. "Oh, uh, thought he might've dropped something. Guess I was wrong." Dibbuk replied, a bout of nervous laughter punctuating the end of her statement.

Lindon didn't believe her, she could tell by the way he sucked on his teeth, but what was she going to say? I think something tried to kill my brother and it wasn't just a giant muck centipede? Nah, she'd just end up in some sort of seminar about pipe madness or ptsd. Not that those weren't very real issues, they just didn't apply here. She hoped.

"Well, let's just get back to base and everyone can calm down. Wicksomme hasn't stopped sweating since he woke up, mid-crises." Lindon said, nodding his head toward the drenched young man standing as close to the cart as he physically could.

Dibbuk nodded in agreement and strapped Harvels shotgun to her pack. Lindon sauntered over to Wicksomme and tried offering him a drink. This was about as close as Don got to what you might call emotional support.

The cart was dropped into place on the red line rails and Mary opened the hatch. Wicksomme zipped into the cart so fast Dibbuk wasn't sure she saw his boots leave the ground. Lindon and Mary both followed him with significantly less zeal.

As Dibbuk moved toward the cart she felt a pull in the back of her mind. She hesitated to comply with it but gave in after a second of somber deliberation. She gave a final glance down the pipe, focusing on the distant green twinkle of the flare. Though they were designed to last over an hour, the flare began to sputter and spit green sparks.

The sputtering and sparks continued for a moment as if the little flare was fighting for its very existence. Then, like a boxer leaning on the ropes before the final blow, it dimmed, then it was gone. The blackness returned like a great wall blocking any view of what was behind it.

There were five sets of lights between Dibbuk and the flare. Then there were four. Then three, then two. One by one the sets of blue lights running along the pipe began to fizzle out. When it had reached the last set of lights, merely fifty feet away from the platform, it stopped.

It had stopped, and now it stared. She couldn't tell how, but she knew it was staring. She could feel its eyes. They said, "Nice try. Don't try it again, thank you very much." The eyes had a voice.

With that last polite, if albeit thinly veiled threat, Dibbuk got the message. She turned, walked into the cart, shut the hatch, and tried not to look anyone in the eye. She'd just been privy to the weirdest course of events in her, at this point, short life, and didn't want anyone to know just how loudly she was screaming on the inside.

If you've read this far thank you very much. I do hope you carry on to the next chapter. If you do like it please let me know.

#satirical #horror #satire #mystery #mystery-thriller #science-fiction #original #original fiction #underground

[francesderwent]

Skye tied a ROPE to Batty’s life preserver to pull her out of dangerous situations (ocean or fire)

#Cate rereads #and Hound of course just grabs it and drags her around

[curls-cat]

2 for lambskier or geraskier!

(i'm not confident enough to write lambskier yet despite thinking this fit them VERY well) so here, have some geraskier that leans towards geraskefer:

wc: 1.9k. Slight season 2 spoilers.

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For the past hour, Geralt, Jaskier, and Yennefer have been getting absolutely wasted. Geralt has been drinking white gull, while Yennefer summoned up some good wine for herself and Jaskier. Now that they’re all thoroughly plastered, Jaskier is feeling more comfortable than he has in the entire time he’s been at Kaer Morhen. It’s not that anyone here’s been cruel or anything, but they haven’t exactly been welcoming either. And he’s been feeling out of place as it is, anyway. What’s a bard without a lute?

Anyway, Yennefer dragged Jaskier and Geralt to her room after dinner and announced that they were getting drunk, and Jaskier is still a little afraid of Yennefer, so he hadn���t argued, even though he’s not certain Geralt wanted to drink with him.

Jaskier takes another lazy sip of wine. His hand has gotten curled up in Yennefer’s hair at some point, and he’s been making an absolutely terrible braid one-handed down the side of her head. Yennefer’s room is ensorcelled to be less of a shithole than the rest of the keep, and Jaskier is warm for the first time since he was literally on fire.

Geralt is acting the way he always does when he gets drunk, which is to be massively tactile and drape himself over the nearest friendly body. He’s across both Jaskier and Yennefer’s legs, flopped like one of the hunting hounds Jaskier’s father had.It’s all very comfortable, and Jaskier doesn’t feel like an outsider in this room.

Then Geralt grabs Jaskier’s hand, not the one doing the braiding, his right hand, and Jaskier doesn’t tense up because it’s Geralt and because he’s drunk off his ass, but it’s a near thing. He doesn’t even like it when Yennefer touches that hand to heal it.

Geralt frowns at the hand, and takes Jaskier’s glass of wine, plops it on the ground below the bed where they’re all sprawled.

“Hey,” Jaskier whines. “Tha’s mine!”

Geralt just hums, and starts squinting at Jaskier’s hand. He makes a very thorough inspection of it, bending the fingers one at a time and—holding his medallion up to Jaskier’s hand?

“I love you,” Jaskier tells Geralt matter-of-factly, “but please stop whatever it is you’re doing.”

“‘M not doin’ anything,” Yennefer protests. “‘M being very polite. Letting you braid my hair.”

“Not you,” Jaskier says, glaring at her. “I don’ love you. You’re—my worst enemy, remember?”

Yennefer scoffs. “‘M your wife.” She giggles. It’s a very cute giggle.

“Can be both,” Jaskier argues. “I know pl… I know plenty of people who hate their spouses.”

“Know carnally,” Yennefer says.

Jaskier nods decisively. “Best way to know anybody.”

He wants more wine. That’s worth a toast. But Geralt put Jaskier’s wine on the floor. And he’s still holding Jaskier’s hand in his. Jaskier gives it a faint tug, but Geralt doesn’t move, doesn’t even budge, because he’s a ferociously strong fucker and likes to rub it in on Jaskier.

“Geralt,” Jaskier whines, “gimme my hand back. Gimme my wine back.”

“You love me?” Geralt asks, in a very small voice.

Shit. Has Jaskier not told Geralt that before? He has to have told him. Why wouldn’t he tell him? (Jaskier has a niggling suspicion that there might be a good reason for keeping that information a secret, but he ignores it). It’s very important that Geralt know he’s loved. Nobody tells Geralt they love him.

“‘Course I love you,” he says. “Why else would I flolwow—follow you around for so long? For the pleasure of your—” he chuckles— “conversation?” He tugs at his hand a little bit, but Geralt’s still got it in a death grip.

“We’re friends,” Geralt mutters.

“Well, duh,” Jaskier agrees. “I love all my friends. Even the witch.”

Yennefer pinches his thigh and mutters, “Told you.”

Jaskier yanks at her hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to count as retaliation. He tells Geralt, “I just love you. You know. Extra. Can I please have my wine back?”

“I thought—” Geralt bites his lip. It’s very pretty. “Your songs.”

“Best song I ever wrote was after you left me behind, so…” Jaskier shrugs.

“You’re lovable, Geralt, get over it,” Yennefer says, sounding utterly bored with both of them. “Bard, more wine?”

Jaskier tugs his hand again, and whines. “I need my hand.”

Yennefer shakes her head, loosening his fingers from her growing collection of small, uneven braids. She reaches down over Geralt to grab Jaskier’s wine glass, and tops them both up.

Jaskier takes a good long drag. He’d still like his hand back from Geralt. Geralt won’t hurt him, but Jaskier would still like his hand to himself. Just for his own comfort.

“Smells like magic,” Geralt mutters. He puts his medallion, still around his neck, into Jaskier’s hand, so he can feel the buzz too.

Jaskier hums affirmatively and doesn’t answer.

“Why’s your hand magicked?” Geralt presses.

He hasn’t taken the amulet back, and it brings his head very close to Jaskier’s hand. Jaskier would like to braid Geralt’s hair, too, but he’s not sure his hand is quite up to it yet. Yennefer says it’ll be okay again, soon, but that he’ll have to do some exercises to take care of the stiffness. Maybe he can use both hands. Geralt would look nice with braids.

“I dunno,” Jaskier says. “Yennefer? Why’s it still magicked?”

“Healing takes time,” Yennefer says. “‘N—’n if you tell Triss this I’ll call you a liar, but ‘m not as good at it as she is.”

“Oh,” Jaskier says. Then, to Geralt, “Healing takes time.”

Geralt squints at both of them. Jaskier thinks the expression might be accusing, but it might also just mean Geralt has to fart. “Why,” he demands, “d’you need healing?”

“‘Cause I got tortured?” Jaskier says, confused.

“When?”

“What d’you mean when?” Jaskier asks. “You were there, weren’t you?” Geralt looks blank, so Jaskier thinks. No, maybe Geralt wasn’t there for that part. “Right, you were there after. Why’d you think I was in jail?”

“‘Cause you slept with someone you shouldn’t’ve,” Geralt says absently. Then, much more seriously, “Jaskier. You got tortured? Why?”

Jaskier shrugs. “They thought I knew things.” He snorts. “Like I’ve ever known anything useful for anyone. Or told anyone anything useful.”

“You did know things,” Yennefer argues She leans back so her head is on his shoulder.

“Lies and slander,” Jaskier mutters. “‘M a fool n a fliggerbee—fibberly—filber—flibbertigibbet.”

“And a bastard,” Yennefer adds. “Don’t forget bastard.”

“Are you all right?” Geralt asks. He’s running his fingers over Jaskier’s hand, now, feeling at the fading scar tissue.

Jaskier shrugs. “Scared of fire now,” he offers. “So that’s fun. But ‘m fine. Yennefer fixed me.” He nudges her shoulder. “Told you chaos wasn’t done with you.”

“Fuck off,” Yennefer says easily. “Smug bastard.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Geralt asks, in a wounded voice.

There’s reasons Jaskier didn’t say anything. He knows they’re very good reasons. He just… can’t remember them, right now. So he shrugs and says, “‘M telling you know.”

“A better question,” Yenenfer suggests, “would be ‘Geralt, why didn’t you ask?’”

Geralt’s wounded face gets bigger, and that’s not nice, Yennefer is being mean to Geralt, that’s why Jaskier used to not like Geralt, because she did mean things to him like make him kill people that one time or leave before morning every time they slept together. And Jaskier knows Yennefer wasn’t doing it to be mean to Geralt but that was before, and back then he didn’t know Yennefer as well, and he still doesn’t think people should be meant to Geralt.

So he twists in Geralt’s grip, so he’s sort of awkwardly holding Geralt’s hand while Geralt holds his wrist. “He’s not used to having to ask me things,” Jaskier tells Yennefer. “I talk a lot.”

Yennefer snorts. “You talk so much.” She glares at Geralt and says, “He still should’ve asked.”

“Stop being mean,” Jaskier says, taking another sip of wine. “He’s got a daughter. He was worried about her.”

“Stop making excuses,” Yennefer says. When Jaskier glares at her, she says, “Just because you love him doesn’t mean you don’t get to be treated the way you deserve.”

“He’s learning,” Jaskier defends.

“He’s been learning the whole time I’ve known him. He’s smart. He can learn faster.” Yennefer makes a gesture while saying this, and splashes wine onto Geralt’s pants. None of it touches her dress.

“Don’t listen,” Jaskier tells Geralt. “I love your assholiness.”

Geralt twists his own hand in Jaskier’s grip so they’re properly holding hands, and says, “Sorry.”

“You already said sorry,” Jaskier says. He giggles. “Maybe I should get—” he hiccups. “Maybe if I get tortured more you’ll apologize more than once a decade.”

That just makes Geralt look sad again.

“Stop it,” Jaskier scolds, jostling Geralt with his knee. “‘M not mad.” He smiles at Geralt, and glances over at Yennefer. “This’s the happiest I’ve been in aaaages.”

“Me too,” Yennefer says, then makes a face. “Oh, that’s sad.”

Jaskier applauds Geralt too. “Well?”

“Well what?” Geralt grumbles. He’s trying to hold on to his pouty face.

“I’m happy, and Yennefer’s happy.” He bounces his other knee, shaking Geralt’s ribcage as well as the small of his back. “Are you happy?”

Geralt—is that a blush? It looks like a blush. Geralt’s blushing!

Jaskier must be making the most pleased face ever, because Geralt groans and rolls over so his face is buried in Jaskier’s stomach, hands still woven together under Geralt’s chest.

“He’s happy,” Jaskier tells Yennefer, satisfied.

Yennefer just hums into Jaskier’s shoulder.

~

Jaskier wakes up first the next morning, still in a stiff pile with Yennefer and Geralt. It’s only barely dawn, and his mouth tastes like something crawled into it and died, and his head is pounding. He dropped his wine glass into his lap, and it’s dried sticky on his lap and geralt’s back. Yennefer, again, has been spared. Jaskier thinks that’s magic.

He’d like to go back to sleep and ignore the discomfort of all of this, but he really needs to use the chamber pot. So he groans, and starts trying to extricate himself from the tangle, preferably without waking either of the other two.

He is, of course, unsuccessful, and Geralt wakes up and smiles at him, squeezing the hand that he’s still holding.

Which is when Jaskier remembers all the things he’d told Geralt last night, and all the perfectly good and valid reasons Jaskier had for not saying those things.

He groans, and Geralt’s smile drops, and Jaskier did not want that, so he drops his forehead down onto Geralt’s shoulder and says, “Geralt. Why did you let me drink that much? My head feels like I’ve been trampled by a kikimora.”

Geralt chuckles, and squeezes his hand.

“You don’t even have a hangover, do you?” Jaskier accuses. “Fucking witcher.”

Geralt laughs again, louder.

“Fuck you,” Jaskier groans. “Also get up. I have to piss.”

Geralt rolls away, and Jaskier gets up, stiff-legged, to do his business. After, he considers running. He and Geralt will probably have to talk now. He doesn’t want to do that, thanks very much. Because then ‘Why did you get tortured?’ will inevitably come up, which will mean Jaskier will have to say ‘Oh, it’s because we’re friends!’ which will make Geralt go into a guilt spiral, and that never goes anywhere productive. And they might have to get into things like ‘Maybe don’t blame your friend for your own life choices,’ and Jaskier has really and truly forgiven Geralt for the mountain thing but still.

But if he leaves…

He looks back to where Geralt is still flopped on top of Yennefer, who hasn’t woken up yet. They look very warm and comfortable. He flexes the hand that Geralt held all night.

He climbs back into the bed, flopping on top of Geralt and Yennefer. And Geralt’s arm comes up around his waist.

#geraskier #geraskefer #twn #witcher spoilers #the witcher #the witcher tv #the witcher netflix

[storiesforallfandoms]

boys are a disease ~ jennifer check;jennifer’s body

word count: 1139

request?: no

description: in which the school’s resident hot girl engages in a conversation with the outcast about how much boys suck

pairing: jennifer check x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

I was drying my hands using the shitty paper towels that the school provided when the bathroom door swung open. I glanced up a moment then did a quick double take when I realized who was stood there: the queen B herself Jennifer Check.

Jennifer was your stereotypical high school hot girl. She was a cheerleader, she had perfect skin and hair that seemed to be naturally silky no matter what. Every guy in school wanted to be with her and every girl wanted to be her. The only difference between Jennifer Check and other pretty, popular girls was that Jennifer’s best friend wasn’t a fellow hot cheerleader, but rather her polar opposite Needy Lesnicki.

I was also the polar opposite to Jennifer Check. I was your average social outcast, just trying to coast through school until I graduated and never had to see any of these assholes ever again. I figured Jennifer would’ve brushed right past me and pretend like I didn’t exist.

When she walked right up next to me and started talking, I went into a brief moment of shock.

“Boys are a fucking disease,” she proclaimed. “They don’t know how to leave a girl alone.”

Her attention was on the mirror in front of her. She was running her fingers through her already perfect hair, leaning in closer to the mirror to fix her makeup.

“Like Craig keeps fucking hounding me every time he sees me trying to ask me out on a date. You know who Craig is, right?”

It took me a moment to realize she was asking me a question. My words were still stuck in my throat, so I nodded in response instead.

“Of course you do? How can someone not know that fucking slimy twerp?” she continued. “He is, like, so not on my level to even consider hooking up with me, and he won’t fucking take no for an answer no matter how many times I say it. I saw him making a beeline for me in the hallway so I ducked in here to get away from him. No doubt he’ll be out there waiting for me when I leave.”

She glared at the door where Craig was likely stood by like a creepy stalker.

She turned her attention back to me and looked at me, expectantly. I wasn’t sure what to say. I still felt like I couldn’t even speak. Girls like Jennifer didn’t have casual, boy bashing conversations with girls like me.

“It’s cause he’s on the football team,” I finally managed, although I sounded unsure of myself as I said it.

“You’re totally right, it is,” Jennifer agreed. “I blame those stupid teen movies about cheerleaders and the quarterbacks. They make these losers think that just because they wear a varsity jacket they’re on the same level as us cheerleaders. Most of the football team are just gross, horny boys that wanna feel up your tits and fuck you for the five seconds they’ll last.”

I awkwardly shuffled. Jennifer was right, the football team definitely was not as cool as they thought they were, but the sex talk just made me feel a little awkward. It goes without saying, I had never been on the receiving end of anyone’s sexual advances, whether the feeling was mutual or not.

Jennifer noticed my tension. “Are you okay?”

“I’ve just never talked to someone popular for this long. I’m kind of waiting for things to go south.”

She was looking at me for a long time then. I figured this would be the moment she realized who I was and left in disgust for talking to a loser like me.

“Why would things go south? You seem really nice. At least, Needy always says so.”

“I’m not exactly popular.”

“Who gives a shit? Neither is Needy, but she’s my best friend.”

It’s hard to explain the social hierarchy of high school to anyone, let alone someone who flowed to the top so effortlessly. Needy wasn’t popular in the same sense that Jennifer was, but she wasn’t a complete loser. She had Jennifer - her popular best friend - and Chip - her not so popular but still cute and dorky boyfriend. Unlike Needy, I had no one. Not even a fellow outcast friend. Just...me.

Before I could explain this, the warning bell rang. Jennifer groaned and rolled her eyes. “God, I’m gonna have to face that total scuzball now.”

“I can come with you,” I offered. “Maybe he won’t corner you if you have back up.”

“Would you? It would mean so much to me.”

Her eyes were big and pleading and...beautiful. I couldn’t look away from them. With just one look, she had me wrapped around her perfectly manicured fingers. I wished to have that ability.

We stepped out of the bathroom together and, unsurprisingly, found Craig waiting. He started to advance on Jennifer, but stopped when his eyes landed on me. A confused look crossed his face, one that was mirrored by everyone who was passing by.

Jennifer looped an arm through mine and waved at Craig before dragging me down the hall towards class. I felt tense with the amount of attention I was receiving. I could almost hear the whispers about Jennifer hanging out with someone like me and I wasn’t sure how I felt about any of that.

When we reached the door, Jennifer turned to me, giving me her thousand watt smile.

“Thanks for that. It means a lot,” she said. “Maybe I’ll see you around again.”

“I’m - I’m in this class actually,” I told her.

“You are?” Okay, that one hurt a little. “That’s great! Come sit with me and Needy!”

She didn’t give me any time to respond before grabbing my arm and bringing me to the empty seat beside her.

“Hey, that’s where I sit,” Chasity said.

“Too bad bitch, find somewhere else,” Jennifer snapped. Chasity rolled her eyes and went to find a new seat.

“Hi (Y/N),” Needy said to me.

“Hi Needy.”

“Needy, you’ve really undersold (Y/N) to me,” Jennifer told her best friend. “She is extra salty.”

My brows furrowed together in confusion. “Salty?”

“It’s a compliment,” Needy assured me. “It means Jen likes you.”

“She saved me from Creepy Craig, of course I like her.”

Jennifer winked at me and I felt my face heat up with blush. The final bell rang and our teacher entered the classroom. I tried to focus on what she was saying, but I kept glancing over at Jennifer. As if feeling my gaze, she glanced over her shoulder at me and smiled.

For the first time, I didn’t see Jennifer as just the hot cheerleader that everyone fawned over. I saw the true beauty in her, something I could find myself looking at for a very long time.

#jennifer check #jennifer check imagine #jennifer check x reader #megan fox #megan fox imagine #megan fox x reader #jennifer's body #jennifer's body imagine #one shot #imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[helpimhyperfixating]

A Writer’s Trouble - Jotaro x Reader

Word Count: 3353

You were a writer. Quietly in class just writing whatever scenes came to your head when the material being taught was too complicated for you to understand or too boring. And at home, you busied yourself with fanfiction every now and then. When you enjoy shows, why not write some fan content for them right?

"Miss Y/N!"

The sound of your name being called made you shoot up in your seat, eyes wide.

All eyes of the class were on you, the teacher holding a stern expression. "That better be notes that you are taking." She crossed her arms and your cheeks started to burn slightly while you frantically nodded, not finding your voice to verbally answer. Clearly the teacher was not convinced by the look she gave you, but she just let it slide and continued on with the lesson.

After what felt like forever, the bell rung for lunch and as you were starting to pack up, suddenly two people surrounded your little table. Looking up, you saw two girls who were notoriously popular standing next to you. One sat down in the seat next to you while the other dragged a chair in front of your table and sat down right in front of you, a sweet smile on her face.

"Hi!" The one in front started and you leaned back a little.

"H-Hi?"

"We noticed you were writing something in class and we were just curious what."

This made you blink a few times in surprise. Why would they be interested in what a random girl is writing? "Why?"

This time, the one sitting next to you spoke up. "Well you see, I've been having trouble finding books I like recently. The ones in the school library are not really what I want but I snuck a peek of what you were doing in class just now and your writing seemed really good!" This caused a small blush to erupt on your cheeks. Not only because of the random compliment that came out of nowhere, but more so because of the fact she read what you had been writing. During class you were bored and your mind had drifted so you had written a random romantic scenario, and now she had read that?

"O-Oh?" You squeaked. She gave you a grin and you swallowed. "Uhm, thanks I guess."

"Could I read more?"

The question caught you off guard and to be honest, you just wanted to have lunch. But it seemed like you were going to have to eat it here with these two cause they didn't seem to have any intent to go away.

"Sure..." You weren't too comfortable with sharing most of your writing but there were a few random scenes and scenarios you thought these two would enjoy that you didn't mind sharing. You saw them every morning in the gaggle hanging around Kujo so you figured they'd like some cheesy romantic stuff. Bending down to sift through your bag, you got out your map/folder filled with pages that held the scenes and sifted through them, pulling out a few. "Here but do-" they were snatched from your hands before you could finish your sentence. "...be careful with them."

"Of course, of course." They both just dismissively waved and started reading them. At least they didn't run off with them, that was a plus.

You still had no idea what they were up to and you figured it wasn't to suddenly make friends with you. But you always had a hard time turning people down and they were acting nice to you, so why shouldn't you act nice back?

While they read you just got your lunch out of your bag and started eating it. You had nothing better to do anyways.

Lunch was slowly coming to a close and both girls finished reading.

"Ohhh, that was so romantic~" The one in front of you wistfully mused out, holding her chin in her hand as she dreamily stared at the ceiling.

"Yes, it was so good!" The one next to you said. Maybe you should learn their names instead of referring to them as 'girl' and 'girl but sitting next to you'. "It almost makes me wish for more."

Raising a sceptical eyebrow, you looked at her, urging her to continue because you figured this was the whole reason they were here. "Well, since you write this I was wondering, do you take requests?~"

You hummed a bit, looking between the two. They shared a look and there was a glint in their eye that you recognised but couldn't recall where you had seen them look like that before. "I've never done so before but maybe. What would you want?"

"Could you write me in such a scene with Jojo!?" The one next to you blurted out all of a sudden, making you visibly flinch back from the sudden burst of noise.

"No no! Please write it with me! My personality fits perfectly with the one in this story already!"

You were now being barraged with requests of romantic scenarios and begging to write them, all the while you just sat, blinking.

Of course. Of course. They were Kujo fan girls #1 and #2 so of course they would want this. You never understood why they kept trying to win his affection when he oh so clearly showed he was not interested.

I mean, you could see the appeal. He was tall dark and handsome, and the thought of a stoic man who loves no one making an exception for you was prime romantic material. But even you - who was as dense as an oakwood plank - even you knew when something was hopeless. You had never pursued the man. You respected his privacy and wishes. To you, he was just another classmate who just so happened to be hounded by half the female population.

"Ehh..." You started, trying to stop the girls from losing their mind and drooling over the delinquent - who wasn't even present - right then and there.

It took a second but both girls stopped and expectantly turned to you. The pure stars in their eyes made it very hard for you to say what you were about to say but you had to.

"I don't mind writing something for you. But I can't write something with Kujo in it. It just makes me very uncomfortable to write real people into a romantic scenario without them knowing of it. It just feels wrong." You put your hand up in a surrendering and calming gesture, hoping that would help defuse the bomb that was surely being built judging from their expressions. "If you had his permission and you both wanted it then it is a different story, but-"

"I have his permission! Jojo loves me, so of course he would want this!" The girl in front burst out, only for her 'friend' to turn to her.

"That's not true, he loves me!"

"No, me!"

"Me!"

"Me!"

This continued on and you slowly slunk back in your seat. You would have sunken under the table and made your escape that way, but one of the girls was sitting right in your path of exit. You were literally caged in between two fighting tigers, getting more and more ready to bite each other's heads off.

Just then, the door slammed open and both girls instantly shut up. In stepped the precise person of discussion and you only sunk further down into your seat, just wanting to disappear and be left alone.

"Oh! Jojo!~"

"Jojo! Why don't you come sit with us! I missed you!"

Jotaro viewed the class, seeing just you three in it, only for him to stride over to his desk, grab something he had left behind, and walk back out. He only spared you all a single glance and dread settled in your stomach. You were sitting with the two girls he probably hated most since they pestered him day in day out. What if he thought you were part of them now as well? What if he started to hate you too? Would he beat you up if you happened to run into each other outside of school?

Just then, the bell rung and to your surprise, both girls just sighed and stood up, starting to walk back to their own spots and leaving you without any further begging or questions. It left you a bit confused and wary of why they so suddenly seemed to forget you turned down writing about their dreamboat but just shrugged it off, hoping that was that.

- - - -

Three weeks had passed just like that. The girls had left you alone after that weird lunch and thankfully enough, Kujo seemed no more aware of your existence than before. Life continued on as normal and you just stayed your happy, quiet self.

"Hey, Y/N!"

You smiled at your best friend who was sitting at a table in the cafeteria, obnoxiously waving at you.

Quickly hurrying over, you grabbed her hand and yanked it down, sending apologetic glances to the people who had turned their heads to see the commotion. "Do you have to be so loud every time, B/F?"

"Of course." She grinned before pulling you down to sit with her. The unexpected action caused you to yelp and lose your balance. Instead of sitting down as intended, you were now splayed over B/F's lap who was cackling loudly at you.

"Oi, this is your fault! Shut it!" You laughed back and playfully hit her shoulder, making her let out an obnoxious 'oww' and rub it as you sat up.

"Y/N, you're always so mean to me." She pouted and you rolled your eyes. If there is one thing you certainly weren't it was mean.

"Well how can I make it up to you then, my dearest?" You played along, clasping your hands in front of you in a begging manner.

"Let me read your latest brain creations." She grinned and you drew your lips into a thin line. She knew you preferred to keep most writing to yourself because by god, sometimes you would create some abominations you wouldn't want anyone in the world to see. These of course, were the ones B/F loved most, cause she could make fun of you for them. You didn't seem to have another choice for now though, since B/F would most likely do something way worse if you didn't comply.

"Alright, alright." You sighed and hoisted your bag up, pulling your map with writings out and starting to thumb through them. "Huh." You remarked, a bit surprised.

"What?"

"It's not there. I could have sworn I put it in here." You hummed, grabbing your history notebook. You had written this piece in history class and thus it should be in there. But when you reached the most recent page, it was torn out, an indication that you should have already put it in your folder. "Oh god. I must have dropped it somewhere..." You went absolutely pale and B/F burst out laughing.

"Sucks to be you I guess!"

You only groaned and let your head fall to the table. Now there was a cheesy romance scene lost in the school! You just hoped someone would pick up the random page and throw it in the trash.

- - - -

~One week later~

You were the first one sitting in the cafeteria for once. Just patiently waiting for B/F, you twiddled your thumbs as you were mindlessly tracing the grooves in the table in front of you.

A hand suddenly slammed down right in your vision and you jumped in your seat. Quickly tracing the arm up to be met with an angrily glaring pair of aqua blue eyes.

"Get up." Jotaro said in a deep and demanding tone but you were frozen in your seat, just staring at him in slight fear.

"Do I have to repeat myself, bitch?" He harshly stated and you quickly stood up, going to grab your bag so you could let him have this table and find a new one for you and your friend, but instead, his hand clamped down on your shoulder, bunching the fabric there and dragging you off with him, leaving your bag behind.

By now, all the people in the cafeteria were staring and you were just scared shitless. What the hell did you do for him to want to beat you up?! He dragged you with him out of the cafeteria, through the halls and out the doors, moving to the back of the school before throwing you in front of him.

You stumbled a bit but luckily stayed on your feet, quickly turning back to look at him, taking a few steps back until your back hit the wall behind you.

"What-"

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" His voice cut you off and you shut your mouth. He seemed absolutely seething, towering over your tiny form as he glared from beneath his hat. It was quiet for a second, you just staring at him with wide eyes. "Well? Do I have to beat the shit out of you to get you to stop?" He threateningly raised his fist and you finally snapped out of your scared state, going defensive.

"No wait! I have no idea what you're talking about!" You frantically blurted out, waving your hands in front of yourself.

Jotaro, no less annoyed than before pulled something out of his jacket before slamming it right next to your head, holding it there. You squeaked at the action, now fully trapped with no escape.

"This is what I'm talking about." He was leaning down to be eye to eye with you now, caging you in with his arm right next to your head. His free hand was pointing to where he held his other hand and you turned your head to see what he meant.

Beneath his fingers lay a piece of paper, clearly crumpled up and unrolled several times. Unsure of what it was, you lifted your hand and took hold of the corner, making sure not to touch Jotaro's hand in fear that that would make him deck you.

Thankfully, he removed his hand from the wall and took a step back, giving you some personal space again and allowing you to grab the paper and read it.

Smoothening it out, you started reading.

Jotaro kept a close eye on your reactions, a little wary of how clueless you were appearing to be. As you started skimming the page, your eyes widened, almost immediately followed by a furrowing of your brows. You looked confused, but as your eyes got further and further down the page, it turned to angry.

Jotaro squinted his eyes at you, only to be surprised when you suddenly crumpled up the paper, pure hate radiating off of you. "Those goddamn bitches..." Of course, he never showed any surprise, keeping his stoic facade but to say Jotaro was intrigued was an understatement.

Turning to look at him, all fear you previously had was gone, replaced by anger. "This wasn't me." You held up the paper. Hitting it once, you ground your teeth. "Those girls stole my work and put your name in it."

Sceptical, Jotaro raised an eyebrow, still glaring down at you. But his stance was now more aloof than it was threatening and you took it as a sign to explain what you were talking about.

"Your fangirl number 1 and 2 asked me a while ago to write about you, I refused and it seems they took matters into their own hands." You turned around as you said that, looking at the school and glaring at it, as if that would do any good.

"So you didn't write it?" Crossing his arms, Jotaro was still looking down on you and you turned back to face him.

"Oh no, I did." You said and un-crumpled the paper, holding it up for him and pointing to a very specific point. "That's supposed to say 'B' though, not 'Jotaro'. I never write character names, just A and B cause honestly? fuck coming up with names."

Jotaro scoffed a little in amusement and then let out a heavy sigh. "It seemed too competent to come from them indeed."

You couldn't help but laugh loudly at his statement, accidentally causing you to drop the paper. "Woops." You said through laughs and picked it up, calming down as you stood up straight again. "Sorry this happened by the way." You then said and Jotaro sent you a questioning look. "I don't write about real people for a reason and this is exactly why. It's just wrong to do without permission."

Jotaro hummed and you suddenly realised who exactly you were talking to.

Awkwardly clearing your throat, you just put the paper in your pocket. "I'll make sure they won't be able to steal any more of my writing so if it works, you won't have to worry about seeing terribly written cheesy romantic scenes anymore. Apart from maybe their own attempts at it." You chuckled at that last bit and looked up to cross eyes with Jotaro.

There seemed to be a somewhat amused glint in them, putting you at ease.

Just then, you remembered a thing and you opened your mouth before abruptly closing it. Following it up with a deep breath. "Okay maybe you will still see some come by for the next few days. I left my bag in the cafeteria, unmanned and unsupervised. Prime chance for some grubby hands to go through it."

"Let's go make sure they fuck off before they plunder the entire thing then."

Jotaro simply turned around while you blinked, pleasantly surprised before you sprinted to catch up with him.

You both walked around the school in quiet, moving to the front doors so you could re-enter again and make your way to the cafeteria.

"I don't mean to pry," You started after a little bit and saw Jotaro glance at you from the corner of his eye, a somewhat wary look in his eye but you just continued. "But how do you keep yourself from punching that entire gaggle of screeching sheep? Honestly I already feel like punching them when I hear them next to me for more than two minutes. And you have to deal with it every day for way longer."

Jotaro visibly relaxed and you heard him let out an amused exhale. "Wouldn't have guessed I have better patience than you." He said back.

You let out an offended gasp at that. "Excuse me my patience is amazing. And let's be fair, I can hear you across the school every day when you yell at them."

He sent you a small side glare, quickly returning to stoically looking forward. "Yes but I haven't ever punched them."

"Neither have I." You smirked. "See? Good patience."

"How about you practice some of that good patience and shut up." His tone of voice was harsh but you could tell there was no anger behind it, so you just let a small smile of victory take over your features as you both walked into the cafeteria.

To say heads turned in surprise when you walked in side by side with Jotaro, unharmed, would be an understatement.

Walking up to the table you had been sitting at, you were relieved to see your friend sitting there, looking at you in disbelief with your bag next to her.

Waving, you walked up and turned to the tall delinquent next to you. "Thanks for not beating me up. I'll see you around." You gave him a weird mock solute before giggling slightly at your stupidity.

Jotaro just hummed and gave you a nod, stuffing his hands in his pocket and turning around, walking out of the cafeteria without a word.

That went way better than you ever could have thought.

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"Petty" | Oikawa Toru X You

CHAPTER COUNT: 1/1 CHARACTERS: Oikawa Toru X You | Haikyuu Characters (mentions) WORD COUNT: 3,300+ GENRE: fluff | romance | aged-up characters | university au | oneshot TRIGGER WARNING: profanity | strong/mature language | alcohol use SPOILERS: n/a

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photo/fanart credits to @/oikawalovesyouu on Twitter

"He's self-centered but he's insecure so naturally, he's petty."

Oikawa couldn't shake that comment off his head as he slammed yet another ball into the opposing court, aggressively wiping on the sweat on his forehead. The university gym was already deserted with all his teammates gone yet he was still doing jump serves as if he wasn't already so good at it. He just needed an outlet.

In his head, he was already thinking of counter arguments to what he heard being said about him. It was one sentence. One! And yet he was working up all his brain cells to think of a lengthy rebuttal to every single word in that single statement.

First of all, he wasn't self-centered. He doesn't just think about himself, or so he likes to think. He was sensitive enough to read the room most of the time and he can actually bring the best out of his teammates to the highest degree. An insensitive, selfish prick wouldn't be able to do that without proper observation and lack of awareness for others.

Secondly, he didn't think he was insecure. He didn't have to lift a finger to get the attention he wanted, and it was human to feel envy for those who are better than him because there will always be someone better. It’s just an inevitability he has to deal with.

And lastly, he wasn't petty. He's always been reactive, he knew that, but that was just reaction if not retaliation to those who want to belittle him. That's what he thinks anyway.

But why you had to say those things about him as if you were a female version of Iwaizumi – his best friend who seemed to get off of being too cruelly honest and straightforward about what he thought of Oikawa – was something he didn't understand.

Of course, he was aware of your blatant frankness. He loved that about you. You were just very insistent on your individuality and you had very strong opinions which you stood by without regard to anything. Most of the time anyway. He actually got a kick out of people's reactions when you say something without filtering your words especially when you were children, but like they say, it's never funny when one becomes the receiving end of anything negative.

The larger dilemma was that you were the only girl he sincerely liked, so much so that he was willing to lay down his pride just to have you and call you his. Solely and irrevocably his. But if you thought of him that way, then maybe you actually hated him. It bothered him to no end.

"What the hell did I tell you about over-exertion?" Oikawa heard that familiar deep voice from the direction of the entrance, and before he knew it, the ball crate was being wheeled away from him. "Enough. It's off season."

"Just letting off some steam," Oikawa stated, smiling Iwaizumi's way despite himself.

"You can do that at Kuroo's party," the other male said with finality. "Be out in fifteen." His last words were laced with a threat, and Oikawa didn't have a choice but to do as he was told. The former was right. If it's just to vent out, he could definitely do that at the party.

He couldn't be more wrong in his life.

The moment he entered the premises of Kuroo's house, the first thing he saw was you. You came in just after he did, but you bumped against him without even apologizing as you walked ahead, waving at someone else. You saw him there, but you walked off anyway as if you didn't.

"What the actual fuck?" he couldn't help but blurt out when he saw just who you were talking to.

You've always been agreeable to him as his childhood friend, but you were ignoring him on top of saying bad things about him to your friends. And now, you were talking to Ushijima Wakatoshi whom you knew he disliked with a passion.

The male simply got on his nerves for the fact that he was better at him in the sport they both played. Oikawa also hated how much the guy hounded him to join their team back in high school, talking about how he would be better off. Like how is it better to be in the same team as Ushijima was when he would just outshine him?

His mind started to run amok with questions. What could you possibly want from Ushijima? Better yet, what did he want from you? Since when were you even close to him? Oikawa almost wanted to throw up seeing how you were being buddy-buddy with the cold fish of a guy, actually managing to melt his severe expressions into a soft smile. Were you going out with him now? He couldn't take it.

Without thinking, he grabbed the shoulder of the person who was holding a tray of drinks, taking two shot glasses in his hand, and telling the person to stay where he was standing. He was able to down six shots while standing there, but before he could drink more, Iwaizumi came into view.

"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded gruffly, telling the poor guy with the drinks to scram.

"Not now, Iwa," he snapped, walking towards the direction of the stairs, rudely telling everyone to get out of his way.

He stayed there for almost an hour, trying to calm his nerves but ending up going feral over this couple who were making out as they pushed the door to Kuroo's room where he was lying down on the bed. To say that he killed their mood was an understatement as he harshly told them to fuck off. Nobody dared cross him being the famous star athlete that he was at the university you both attended. It was, however, useless if he finds himself losing even outside of court to Ushijima who was his equivalent in the neighboring school when it comes to volleyball. It left him with a bitter taste at the recesses of his mouth.

When he finally emerged from the room, deciding to get more drinks, he was still in a foul mood, glaring at anyone who would get in his way towards the kitchen. But his plan was all but forgotten when he saw you standing by the archway that led to the kitchen, leaning there as you nursed a plastic cup against your chest.

For the first time that night, he was actually seeing how beautiful you were, dressed in a crop top and tight-fitting jeans which were tattered in most places. As per usual, you were stuck in your own bubble, bobbing your head to the music as if you weren't aware of all the adoring looks you were getting. Well, you were a person who didn't know her strengths and denied them when he tells you. It was just unfair how he always has nice things to say about you but you didn't think the same way about him.

He closed the distance between the two of you, placed his forearm above your head, towering over you, that infamous smirk plastered on his face.

"Hey, baby," he said in a low tone, leaning down until your faces were just inches from one another.

"Hello, darling," you returned, smiling slightly. "I've been looking for you, but Iwa said you ran off somewhere."

"Have you now?" He eyed you seriously. "Weren't you just ignoring me a while ago for Ushijima?"

He wasn't able to elicit the reaction he wanted from you, and instead, you smirked at him. "Eh?" you responded in a dragged out note. "I wasn't with Ushijima for the sake of ignoring you, Toru. The world doesn't revolve around you."

He stood back in indignation, your opinions of him coming out to the surface. "So why were you with him?" He was aware that his tone made it seem like he had any right to be questioning you of your actions. He had been vocal about his attraction to you, but it wasn't as if he was your boyfriend. Still, he couldn't care less at the moment.

"None of your business, sweetheart," you told him, your words at odds to the saccharine smile you flashed him. He found himself disconcerted especially when you reached up and started fixing his fringe. "What are you acting so jealous for?"

Ah, he thought. It wasn't his place to be feeling that way but he didn't want to respond to your question in any way. So, like he did earlier, he stormed off, sticking to his original plan to get wasted.

He didn't want to say things he will regret even if you were being hot and cold. For a while now, he had the feeling that you were toying with him, but whenever he was around, your actions towards him were always the opposite of your words about him as of late. One time you'd be telling him to go away, but as soon as he does, you're grabbing his arm, telling him to sit still beside you. You'd be complaining to him one second that he was being an annoying brat and then sit on his lap peppering his cheeks with kisses. You'd be with another guy but tell him you're looking for him. You were confusing to say the least.

Oikawa didn't know what happened after he walked away from you. But when he finally came to, he had a throbbing headache and he wasn't in his room. He looked around him, straining to keep his eyes open as he took in his surroundings, shooting up from the bed when he realized he was looking at the familiar layout of your bedroom.

He had been there a million times ever since you were kids, and he had been a witness to all the changes your little corner of the world had gone through. He couldn't help but smile despite his feelings and headache at the thought that what was once a room that looked like it was made of cotton candy was now in scales of black and white, surrounded with things that were just so you.

But after all the changes, you still had that framed photo of you and him in grade school, where he was kissing you on the cheek while you grinned wide for the camera. You were wearing the matching shirts your crazy moms got you, and he knew you still kept them somewhere in your room.

Yes, he told himself, I was there before anyone else. You’ve always been the closest to him even when Iwaizumi came into the picture. Even then, he didn’t seem to understand you well enough to actually lay emphasis on the fact that you’ve known each other since you were in diapers.

Just then, you walked into the room, holding a glass of fizzy water. You were wearing only his old volleyball jersey, padding barefoot on the floor. You specifically asked for it when you both graduated from high school and you've been sleeping in it since then.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," you greeted, sitting down on the empty space of the queen bed which he noticed was also slept on. "Drink up."

"What am I doing here?" he asked after downing the whole glass in one go, setting it on the nightstand.

"I took you home. Your mom would have killed you if she saw how fucked up you were last night." You brushed his hair from over his eyes. "How are you feeling?"

"Like my head's about to explode," he muttered.

You clucked your tongue. "Why did you have to drink so much anyway?"

Instead of answering you, he laid back down on the bed, turning away from you. He had every intention to ignore you after that, but it wasn't long before he felt you coming closer to him, propping your chin on his arm while you draped yours over his waist.

"You're sulking, Toru."

He took the pillow from under his head to hide his head under it. "I don't wanna do this today, Y/N."

"Do what? What exactly are we doing?"

The audacity to ask, he said at the back of his mind, biting his tongue. He didn't say anything and just stayed still.

"Hey, I asked you a question," you continued to badger him. "You've been acting off since a week ago. What's up?"

He refused to satisfy you with a response thinking you ought to realize what it was exactly that you two had been doing, dancing around each other yet skirting around the real issues between you. You couldn't be that oblivious of his affections and you weren't exactly passive either.

Nevertheless, you always had a way of turning things to your favor, and before he knew it, he was falling off the bed after you kicked him off it, nearly landing face down if it weren't for his fast reflexes.

"Y/N!" he whined, remaining seated on the floor as he clutched on his head. He half expected you to laugh at his predicament, but when he met your eyes, he regretted it, seeing the serious expression you had.

"You should know by now that I hate it when I am denied things I want to know especially those which involve me," you told him, cocking your head to the direction of the bed. You sounded menacing, so far from the gentle voice you always used when talking to him. "Stop being a brat. Get back here and talk to me properly."

"You're the one who kicked me!" he protested as he stood up, doing as he was told nonetheless, sitting up and leaning on the headboard.

"So, what's your problem?"

"I'm jealous of Ushijima," he returned promptly his brown eyes also taking a severe quality to it as he eyed you.

You arched a brow at him. "What's new about that?"

"At least before, he didn't have you, too. Now..." He sighed. "You're friends with him now? What was that about last night?"

"Are you serious right now? I had business with the guy."

Oikawa scoffed. "What business are you talking about that he's all smiles at you like that? He only ever smiles around his girlfriend –"

"Exactly," you countered, openly savoring the look on his face when he realized just what he was saying. "He ordered a huge consignment of rare live flowers for his girlfriend so I informed him it had been delivered. Our family as ikebana* artists and horticulturist do that for a living."

"What?"

You shrugged. "You're assuming things again."

Oikawa blinked, feeling defeated at your sound reasoning, but he still has bones to pick with you. "That's not just my problem with you. What are we really, Y/N? I don't get how you're ignoring me and suddenly being sweet. I'm getting mixed signals here. And don't think for a second that I didn't hear about what you told your friends about me."

He narrowed his eyes at you, smirking when he saw how your eyes rounded, finally able to take you off guard like you usually did to him. For once, he wanted you to lose your footing and come clean about what you really thought about him…how you really felt.

"Hmm. What exactly did I say about you?" you asked, the caution in your tone obvious.

"You know it, Y/N. Don't you dare make me jump all the hoops!" he stated, losing his temper.

You shook your head, not understanding where his choleric attitude was coming from. You knew better than to level your irritation with his, and you were so used to his antics that you found yourself almost unaffected by his crusty demeanor. "I really don't know what you're talking about, Toru."

He glared at you. "You told them you think I'm petty because I'm self-centered but I'm insecure. Ring any bells, sweetheart? And don't lie, I heard it myself."

You ran your hand over your face, frustration emanating from you. At the same time, you wanted to laugh because he looked like an angry kitten instead of the fully grown man he supposedly is.

Oikawa didn't know where your exasperation was coming from when he's supposedly the one feeling it but then you nodded.

"I did say that."

"How could you?" he complained, aware that he sounded like a juvenile dipshit but he didn't know how to react to your lack of denial for it. In the end, he just wanted you to say you didn't mean it even if he already got hurt from hearing it.

"How couldn't I, Toru? That's the truth," you stated, no bars held and your voice ringing clear in the air between you. You were really merciless when it came to voicing out what ran inside your head.

"Well, shit, Y/N. Why didn't you just tell me to my face?" He was about to stand up, but you pushed him down, sitting astride his lap so he wouldn't move. He refused to look at you but couldn’t move at the same time cause he didn’t want to hurt you in any way although he didn’t exactly want you close at the moment. "Get off while I'm being nice about it."

"Iwa and I never fail to tell you every day," you started, placing your hands on either side of his face, gently making him look at you.

"You both hate me?" he asked weakly, unable to imagine life without the two of you beside him.

"No." You shook your head. "Toru, no. Of course not. That's just how you are, isn't it? We never asked you to change. We just couldn't help noticing it, and if we don't tell you, who will?"

Oikawa Toru. So used to being fawned over that he doesn't know how to react when he is being criticized. He could admit to that, but it still hurt hearing you say that.

"Sweetheart, I did say those things about you, but you didn't stay long enough to hear the rest."

He pouted, looking away from you. "And what is it?"

You tilted your head so you would be in his line of vision, grinning the moment you realized you had him. "That despite all that, you're a generally kind person who cares a lot for your friends, your team, for me, and even if you don't know how to show it, deep down, you're a sensitive soul. And I adore that about you."

"Really?"

You scoffed. "I love you, Toru. I thought we had an understanding."

"As friends, you mean?"

You rolled your eyes at him, but didn't say anything further, closing the distance between your lips, kissing him fervently and intensely in case the message didn't come across just yet.

He gasped against your lips, caught off guard as usual, but kissed you back with as much fervor, dominating you shortly after your mouths made contact. He nipped and sucked on your lips before shoving his tongue into your mouth, immediately finding yours and delving in to taste you. Oikawa grinned when he rendered you into a panting mess, reveling in the way your hands possessively held him close.

"I waited so long for this," he said against your ear.

"Make up for all those times you missed out then," you told him with a smug grin.

"Heh. You asked for it."

He flipped you both over on the bed making you burst out in a fit of giggles, kissing you stupid, his hands touching everywhere he could reach, your clothes and his mixing in a pile on the floor while he made sweet love to you.

Oikawa Toru. He's self-centered but he's insecure so naturally, he's petty. But he was not just that. He's also the guy you loved to smithereens because you knew that those other facets of him – the good ones – exist.

-the end-

TERMINOLOGIES:

*ikebana (活け花) - traditional Japanese art of arranging flowers

My first try at Haikyuu...god d*mn you, both, @kenkinori and @ushiwaikuroo !!! XD

Before anyone comes after me, the characters are aged up as specified in the story. The beauty of literary creativity!

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

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