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jerseyratqueen · 2 years
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“Saw your little announcement in the paper. Really makin’ quite the splash.” Her tone is deliciously smug, serpent ancestry prevalent in her tongue darting out to bite back the laughter eating at the back of her throat. In this moment Ava De Luca feels superior to her eldest daughter whose eyes have been casted down upon her since Ava had pulled her away from the teat. For once Ava does not share the blame in recent fuckery to plague the De Luca’s. “Your father would be shittin’ bricks if he knew you were marryin’ those leeches, the Pasqualetto’s are only good for one thing. But forget family honor with that kinda pay out, gotta look out for number one and two, am I right?” Her eyes bore into the slender girl, eyebrows raising in mock confusion as they circle her flat stomach with a loaded glance. She knows more than she’s letting on; secrets, the building blocks of her foundation. It’s Frankie’s turn to laugh but it comes out coarse and strangled, fighting all her impulses that say she needs a goddamn drink. Her mother has this effect on her, like being held underwater without the reprieve of drowning. “Fuck yah know ‘bout family honor, or this family? Ain’t yah got a date with a needle or somethin’? Leave me alone.” There is no bite to her flat words, throwing knives without edge. Exhaustion is all Frankie recognizes any more; gravity weighing down her bones, all efforts set in continuing basic motor functions not dancing with the demon of deception. Yet her mother persists mercilessly, years of stifled resentments at the cusp of her lips. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Ava’s tongue clicks to the back of her teeth in faux lament. “Oh honey, look at you makin’ all my same mistakes. Marryin’ some hot shot for all the wrong reasons.” Lighting a cigarette and exhaling violently, allowing her words to cut through, her proverbial knife fully sharpened, “guess no matter how hard we try, we can’t help becoming our mothers.” The growl is guttural, every cell in rebellion. Frankie might have her mother’s dark hair, or wide set eyes that gives away everything she’s feeling but, “I ain’t nothin’ like yah!” Her voice casting stones to shatter the mirror she rehearsed those same words into like a prayer, let me be anythin’ else, finding some comfort in the monster glaring back. In a cognitive slip Ava sees them back in their humble beginnings, in their kitchen littered with discarded beer bottles as if part of the décor, a pint size Frankie with a head of wild curls and a pout only visible through strands. She takes Frankie’s hands in her, stroking them with the warmth of a forgotten self. “You don’t have to be so proud, Fifi.” She coos, using a childhood nickname, trying to muster some form of delusional sentient. “I know what it's like not knowing what the right decision is and feelin’ like everythin’ you do is wrong.” The glaze in her eyes, the hush of Ava’s tone also takes Frankie to a familiar setting, one where drugs have convinced Ava she’s a mother and not a person who abandons her children with an abuser. She rips her hands from her mother’s grasp bringing them to the hash present. “Our situations might be similar but we sure as hell ain’t the same. I ain’t runnin’ away like some fuckin’ coward leavin’ my shit storm for someone else. I’m takin’ care of it, like I always do.” Frankie likes to think their similarities end at shared DNA but can’t shake the eerie deja vu of repeating generational history. “For now,” The smugness returns to Ava’s grin, a slight shrug of her shoulders as she exposes her cards. “Think that new husband of yours is gonna take care of you or that thing in your gut? What happens when he finds out it ain’t his? Things can get really messy, Frankie, and you do things you’d never expect to save your ass. Like mother, like daughter we’re survivors.” Ava’s slender fingers grip Frankie’s chin, repeating her own prayer into her reflection. “Runnin’ doesn’t always mean you’re a coward, it means you love yourself more than the pain.”
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dr4kenlvr · 2 years
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shop till' u drop!
pairings: mikey sano, mitsuya takashi, baji keisuke, peh-yan x gn!reader
genre/wc: fluff (0.9k); 0.2k-ish each
request: Could you do hcs for peh Mikey mitsuya and baji with an S/O who really likes clothes shopping and makes them come with to give their opinions and to hold bags? (Sorta like senju and Takemichi’s little outing)
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MIKEY:
mikey finds shopping fun! he loves to go to different stores with you so you can pick out what you like and don't
tbh this guy doesnt have that much money on him so don't expect him to pay for everything—he'll buy you something from like... the cheapest store and give u a kiss as payment for everything else
he promises to buy you food though, partially because he's gonna eat it as well LMAO
he's a little familiar with the stores and what kind of clothes they sell because he often goes with emma, BUT tbh he's 70% clueless and is just following you wherever you go
you make him hold your bags sometimes and he doesn't complain about it until his arms are sore the next day
"y/nnnn they hurt!"
what a moody baby tsk tsk
mikey LOVES LOVES LOVES to give his opinion on different looks and garments!
he always has something to say and is very supportive of your choices
"hmm i like the lilac one, i think it compliments the pants you chose more." or "those pants would look so good with that one shirt i bought you last week"
is always thinking of the best for you <3 cause he wants his baby to look the best duh !!
MITSUYA:
number 1 man to go shopping with right here: it don't matter you friends, dating, neighbours, strangers, i don't give a fuck cause mitsuya will always be there to tell you what's good and what to trash
you better listen too, he knows what he's doing
he has such useful advice that you're almost overwhelmed by his expertise in fashion
it isn't just a shopping spree for you but for him too, you are both holding bags upon bags and it's all just a really fun experience ^^
you guys love to suggest stores to one another, trying to go to as many as you can in the time you have left
sometimes luna and mana will tag along since there's no one else to take care of them but it's so cute— you guys look adorable to everyone passing by: holding hands with one another and two little girls <333
despite being picky, he is so so supportive too and he thinks you look ethereal in almost everything
"love, just get both. you look amazing in both of those hm?"
is always blown away when you step out of the changing room, he'll step up to smoothen the fabric as he turns you towards the mirror with a bright grin: "see? i told you, you're absolutely stunning."
you return that supportiveness 100%—hyping him up as he shows off a new sweatshirt or jacket
sigh, what can i say? he's just the best <3 11/10 shopping partner
BAJI:
this mf don't know shit about fashion
tbh he'll throw on a old dirty smelly t-shirt and last week's sweats and call it an #OOTD (LMFAOOO)
(mitsuya actually yelled at him once for doing that because he's "fucking disgusting man, wash your shit!"—baji was baffled btw)
despite that, he does enjoy going to the mall for another one of your clothing sprees :)))
is always amazed by how many people go to the mall???? like it's literally crowded every corner and he's gotta make sure he doesn't lose you
so he always has a hand (if it's free from holding bags) on your lower back (helpppp i want him)
offers you to hold all your bags, and refuses to let you hold any that are somewhat heavy
"—give it babe, you just worry about grabbing that shirt before some bitch snatches it."
his mom gave him some money and he spends it all on you or food and a new pair of sneakers that she's been bugging for him to get
you got to help him choose what colour and decided on maroon sneakers with black laces
he felt extra cool <3
"thanks babe, i can kick some dude's ass now!"
"not here, kei. later?"
"kay', gotcha'"
PEH-YAN:
get ready to get turnt up because this is a mutual shopping spree too
you see the way peh dresses??? the guy knows what's up, he is ready to turn up in these stores and buy everything that remotely has a dragon design
i feel like his arms can't handle holding so many bags, so he'll ask if you can LMAO
"please? pretty please baby? i won't ask for anything else."
*sees a pair of jeans with bleached-washed dragon designs* "so—about not asking you for anything—"
you bought it for him <3 he was so happy
#1 hype man btw—he'll praise you like a god in anything you wear
oh and he'll fight someone for you too; if you and another person both grab for the last garment, peh is zooming next to you to wrestle it out of the other's hands
"GIVE ME THE FUCKING SHOE!"
(ya'll got kicked out but it's okay cause you got the shoes LMAOOO)
peh likes to take photos of you and set it as his phone's background, and since you two go so often— his background changes like every week
i feel like he sticks to 2-5 stores every time (lmao me), but he's open to any places you think has some things he'd like!
to summarize, bring peh-yan next time you go shopping kay'?
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taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @chuuae @kazuhoya @eriskaitto @gwynsapphire (send an ask or dm to be added!)
reblogs & comments are very appreciated! <3
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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years
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please PLEASE write more abt bully bkg!!! what happened next?? what did kiri do omg
tw ;; mild toxicity, bully!bkg, kirishima being a shit, fem!reader 18+, spanking, oral (f!recieving), bkg accidentally worships your pussy instead of punishing you :/, unprotected sex, praise kink 
PT. 1
a/n ;; have i mentioned he makes me absolutely out of my mind yet? have i said that?!??#?$# 
i think we’ve established about the two of them enough by now so here’s how i picture it. 
like i said before - bkg is a campus athlete, popular and well-rounded and all around has that like image to him and so when he essentially confesses to you after fucking you stupid in the library, that’s basically him making you his girlfriend. you don’t know that for a long time but we’ll get there later. 
anwyays.. right after he fucks you nice n full of his cum, he slides your panties and shorts right back on and snickers as he watches you struggle to get to your feet before eventually helping you. he keeps your bra as a punishment and makes you keep his hoodie, almost biting you when you try and take kirishimas to return it to him. he’ll do it himself, don’t test him. 
when you’re all dressed - he makes you pack up and ends up walking you to your dorm room in the middle of the night (which you beg him to not do) but he’ll be fucking damned if anything bad happens to you. it’s his version of affectionate but you don’t know that yet so you’re mostly awkwardly trying to dodge him on the way back BUT he’s still bkg so when he notices that he yanks you. 
he makes you hold his arm and licks your cheek cause he’s such a fucking dick. hits you with a “get used to it, princess” with the most condescending tone. but he’s being so serious. you just think he’s teasing you but he’s not.. he means it. get used to him, basically because now he’s a constant presence in your life. 
he drops you off in front of your dorm and you’re about to wave him off but before you can go he grabs your waist and basically dips you for a kiss. and it’s so good - fuck, you wish you could say you hated it. but bakugou is experienced as much as he’s mean so he kisses you like his life depends on it, his fingers digging into your sides and his tongue in your mouth. you almost forget your in public until he pulls you back up 
he gives you a little breathless grin, patting your cheek with his hand and telling you “get cleaned up, dumbass” which is his way of telling you to get home safe. 
and you do get to your empty dorm. you take a shower and just kinda reflect on the actualy fuck transpired cause you were pretty positive he wanted you in a casket but?!?!?! you fucked him and he kissed you? so ???? 
youre in the middle of your exams and you’re honestly tired since you got fucked within in an inch of your life so you shower and just.. go to sleep. in his hoodie cause it smells good and it’s big and comfy and you’re like... thinking about it really hard but it just makes your headache. 
you conclude after a lot of tossing and turning that he’s probably still just trying to fuck around with you and maybe thinks you’re an easy lay.  you can’t say you aren’t since you were willing and ready for him (the thought of how easily you gave in has you flustered) 
you sleep, eventually. and you wake up the next morning not really expecting much. you don’t have bkgs number or anything so you just.. continue with your day as is. unlucky for you - you have classes with bakugou and kirishima 
but you don’t think it’ll be all that different. still so non-chalant. and you go to class that day dressed normally - with bakugous hoodie in hand. 
you sit in your regular seat that day and this is your first mistake. 
kirishima is in class before bakugou is. and he is.. as always, a little shit. so he pulls up right beside you because even though bkg is pissed at kiri - they are besties so he tells him everything. kirishima wont tease you abt it and u still think kirishima is quite nice and handsome so you’re pleased to greet him. 
ah.. another mistake on your behalf. this action WILL have consequences. 
kirishima gets so cozy with you btw. he loves that you’re so comfy w him - strokes his ego so good. and he chats you up for a better part of the hour before your morning class. 
he makes jokes and smiles and laughs and thinks about how easy it would be snatch you from bakugou and keep you to himself. he’s not good enough of a person to leave you alone. 
aaah kirishima is a sweetheart and he treats you well. so when you feel his hand on your thigh underneath the table - rubbing little circles into your knee, you don’t even notice. and when he gets super close to you to hear you talk - telling you your voice is too soft even tho a class is empty, you let him. 
and when you point out that ppl keep staring and whispering you, he tells you to ignore them and you do. you ignore the whispers and even the click of camera. 
it’s only when you hear bakugou that you get a strange feeling in your gut. he stomps into the classroom - vicious. his schedule is so busy he normally doesn’t get to lounge around before class making sure to keep everything tight 
but he got..  many messages about how you and kirishima were seating today. mostly from kami who likes to cause problems - he decided he should get there a lil early 
well.. lo and behold he does - and he finds you and kirishima looking incredibly cozy with each other. and kirishima being.. kirishima - is the first to see him and he shoots his beloved friend the most smug fuckin smile. 
bkg is pissed, naturally and stomps his way over to the two of you. he’s doing the thing again where he’s icy mad. he doesn’t even bother w kirishima and there’s a whole crowd around the three of you. 
“get your shit,” he demands, clearly seething. you give him a wild look, noticing the now obvious tension before being completely confused.  you’re about to protest w him but he sends you a spine-chillingly glare. 
your whole class watches as he yanks you by the wrist out of the classroom as kirishima sits back and gives u a little wave. ur lost. obviously. and once you leave the classroom ur like “where are we going?” 
the answer is to bakugous very nice car - a custom c3 corvette. he opens the door and stares you, grabbing your bags and taking them to the trunk. but u stand ur ground, cross your arms over your chest like 
“what are we doing out here?” 
bkg doesn’t hesitate in pushing you up against his car, his hands on your waist and his teeth nipping at your neck - sore from old bruises. and you gasp when you feel his fingers dig into your hips, all tongue and teeth. 
“the fuck did i say about you cozyin’ up t’ that shitty haired bastard yesterday,” 
this makes you swallow because bakugous mouth is travelling further and further and his hands are getting more bold. and you shiver, something hot and heavy in your core cause fuck he’s so possesive over you. it makes you dizzy, something sticky and warm in you. 
“i.. i d-didn’t think you were being s..serious yesteryday” 
he growls a little against your throat. 
“guess i’ll have to teach you another lesson. im gonna get in the car and then you are. easy enough, nerd?” 
you can’t do anything but nod and watch him open the car doors. when he gets in you follow and within the blink of an he manuevers you till your over his lap. you let out a loud yelp as his strong hands come down on your ass. still clothed. 
you let out a soft yelp - a noise of surprise at the sudden sensation and you feel bkg bend down to speak in your ear. 
“wanna act like a fuckin’ brat and flirt with your boyfriends friends? fine. i’ll fuck that shitty ass attitude right out of you,” 
the firs thing you think is “boyfriend?!” but your voice gets muffled when you feel bakugou pull down your bottoms along with your panties. his hands are so strong and so big - long thick fingers covered in callouses from playing so many games. you can’t help but squirm under his touch, a growing wetness making your stomach clench. 
he’s so so mean about it yk? a big strong hand smacking against your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. he chuckles when you whine, when your body shivers - bare cunt expose to him and nothing else. a wave of humilation floods through you. 
“‘s not my fault you’re like this y’know? all you gotta do is follow instructions - i know you now how to fucking do that, right? always bein’ so prissy,” ― bakugou tsks, smacking your ass hard before spreading your cheeks out. he admires the way your cunt trembles with mean laugh ― “but you wanna go flirt with shitty hair that much, huh?” 
you’re gonna protest and tell him it’s not even like that.. which makes you question why’re so eager to go with his demands. but the words get lost as the sound of spanks slowly drift and it’s just bakugou admiring your ass. he didn’t really get a good chance too when he was fucking you yesterday but now he’s got eagles on you n your pretty little cunt. 
“never gonna let anyone touch your pretty little pussy but fuckin’ me,” ― and he groans, sliding his fingers through your folds ― “fuck.. fuck” 
you’re not expecting much but within another few seconds you’ve got your cheek pressed to the glass window, ass up and body folded with your cunt directly in bkgs face. you’re not rlly sure why this was happening because you were sure you were getting punished. and maybe the humilation of having your face pressed to glass is enough 
but it doesn’t negate the fact bkg is tongue deep in your cunt. both hands massaging your ass - spreading your lips apart so he can get into fucking deeper. sliding his tongue against your folds and slurping on your clit until you’re jolting with pleasure like you’ve never known before in your life. you’re moaning so loud the whole campus could probably fucking hear but bkg doesn’t care and doesn’t stop 
and your thighs give out, he goes from eat it from the back to getting underneath you and has you sitting on his face. you just keep cumming and bakugou is rock fucking hard - but he doesn’t even bother jerking himself off. he spends all of his time n effort worshipping your sweet cunt  
you cum on his face so many times you’re completely limp by the time he sticks his dick in you. but it feels so good when he does that too - oversenstive walls stretched out his big cock, a hand on your sides as he shifts you into missionary. 
he doesn’t even intend to make you cum again but the position has him so deep in your cervix that you do and he’s so close. and when bkgs close, he’s fucking obscene. 
but it’s not all that vulgar like you’re expecting and that makes you fucking whine. hearing bakugou praise you and your pussy does something terrible to your brain and in your fucked out haze - arms around his shoulders, you’re fucking whimpering. 
and bkgs just in your ear like 
“such a sweet fuckin’ girl for me, taking my dick so damn good, haah fuck. all mind. know how to behave when i fuck you like this don’t you? be a good girl and take it all.. there you go, just like that,” 
when he cums inside of you he stays there for a while and stares at your completely gone expression. it’s unusually soft and you wont see it often but he grabs your face and kisses you hard 
“you’re my girlfriend now you fuckin’ dweeb so start fuckin’ acting like it yeah?” 
you whine and nod, unable to refuse even if u want too 
“yeah..yeah” 
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gojology · 3 years
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Intense Healing Session.
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pairing : caring! healer! fem! reader x gojo satoru hehhehe warnings : cursing, implications of seggs after sum intense kissing, pet names wordcount : 2.0k a/n : yoyo i’m back!! semi-long one for u all. cute request, anon. sorry for late delivery. pls dont rate me a 1/5 on yelp </3 hehe the title is kinda funny LOL
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     You’re beginning to hate Satoru.        Surprisingly, it’s not for the reasons people dislike him- he’s a bit of a blabbermouth, never quite learned how to seal his lips just because of how important he was to the jujutsu world. Unsurprisingly, he gets away with everything because he’s attractive and crucial to defeating curses, and there’s no shame in admitting it.       People hate Satoru for his destructive personality, he’s carefree and doesn’t let anything get to him. This may be a good trait for the untrained eye, but look carefully and you’ll see just how hectic he gets. It’s manageable since you don’t have to deal with him at the level of the Jujutsu elders.       You don’t particularly hate him for this, though.       It’s the fact he puts you through so much work, for almost no reason. You’re a healer- something very important to the quaint school that you worked at. Healing abilities are often overlooked, it’s often said that if a jujutsu sorcerer can’t provide offense, then they’re not much of a jujutsu sorcerer. Unfortunately, you have little to no talent in the battlefield, so essentially you’re a meat shield to everyone.      It was a growing occurrence to see him after every business trip, slightly roughed up but not enough to kill him. He comes into the room you share alongside Shoko, almost always when she’s not there, takes his shirt off, and displays a wide variety of cuts and bruises on his back like he’s a museum. You’d scold him, asking him how he’d get such abrasions with his infinity up constantly- but Satoru would hum, unanswering while you’re working your hands on his back.      Maybe you’re overreacting- but something tells you he does this on purpose, perhaps to fuck with you, and you’re bitter about it.     So it wasn’t surprising to see him whistle a sweet tune, hands shoved deep into his uniform pockets, casually strolling into the medical attention room for the fifth time this month.    “Gojo Satoru.” you say his full name aloud, just so he knows how much you hate his presence. Turning to look at you, his face displays innocent shock, but you just know that he’s probably rolling around in the inside seeing how riled up you got just by him stepping into the room.     Drained, lifeless eyes stare back at his childish bright ones.     Gojo places a hand on his chest defensively, “Well, I’ll be, Y/N. When did you want to disrespect your senior?” he snickers before shutting the door behind him. “You mad?”      “Unbearably. Lucky I care for you.” you utter back, venom dripping in your words, you feel like you’re making a fool of yourself as you shove your lunch aside that you had been enjoying on the tiny table next to you, sighing and rubbing your temples, tugging and effectively straightening your coat. “Get on the bed, let me work my magic.”     Looking at you with a shit-eating grin, he whistles, placing his elbows against the mattress, his roughened hands caressing his cheeks. “Working your magic? I’m interested. Tell me more, Y/N. Does this involve... Getting naked, perhaps?”     Staggering, you give him a dirty glare, “Satoru! I’ve been working my ass off like every week to get you all healed up, and you dare be perverted in my-”     “No cursing, lil girl! You wouldn’t want this rubbing off on Yuuji-kun and everyone else, would you? You’d be charged with a felony!” leaving you stunned for a second time- the first time being when his lanky figure strode into the room like it was his room- you don’t even know how to respond. How could one possibly be so... Ungrateful for your work?  Well, then again the elders existed... That was besides the point, though. You’re not even sure if Yuuji knows what the word fuck or shit is.     He drags his finger lazily along the cot, drawing various shapes into existence, giving you a skeptical look. “Not gonna answer? Stumped?”     He broke through your train of thought, and you shake your head. “Satoru, I don’t know any sort of fighting jujutsu, but I will fucking pulverize you and make sure you’ll be dust by the time I’m done with y-”     Butting in, he raises his hand as a way to shut you up. “Honeybun, you’re an amazing jujutsu sorcerer, but I hope you realize why they call me the strongest of all time. If you haven’t noticed, it’s because I have a constant shield. The closest you can get to doing that is maybe poking me.”     Giving him a snooty face, you’re frankly about to push him out of the room with sheer willpower and hatred alone. It seems he realizes this, a moment of adoration flickering across his eyes before finally neutralizing. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop playing with you. You’re so cute when I do though, like a little... Rabid raccoon! How can I not resist?”     It’s difficult to tell if that’s a compliment or an insult, with Satoru, it could be several things. But, you’re still slightly flattered, knowing him he’d go out of his way to lengthen his insult if it was one- just another reason why you hated him. Being called a rabid raccoon was definitely not on Satoru’s top 10 utterly offensive insults.       “Shut up, Satoru. Here, take off your shirt, what did you get yourself into this time?”       He obliges with a nasty grin on his handsome features, hastily yanking off his uniform. Underneath was a very meticulously trained body, toned muscles and all. You can’t help but to also catch a glimpse of his collarbones, which were so defined it looked like it could cut your butter for your morning pancakes. You gulp, blinking, you had forgotten just how well-shaped he was in the one week you hadn’t seen him.       “No need to stare, sweetums.” he chirps, realizing your darkening cheeks. “Feed my ego any more and I’ll probably burst and my organs will decorate your walls. You can donate my body to the local college, they’ll be surprised by how top-notch they are.”       Giving him another stern, but much more sheepish gaze, he snaps his mouth shut, but a triumphant smile replaced his grin in place.      “Please, no gruesome detailing. I’d much rather my cute kitten posters.” you motion to a white cat slumbering peacefully in a basket.      “Looks just like you.” he says.      You close your eyes and pretend he’s not there, choosing to ignore yet another one of his compliments, but your heart thumps faster in your heaving chest. Heaven knows how curious your hands could get if you could see where you were touching-      “Those are my abs, Y/N. I think we’re focusing on my back.” he muses aloud in an almost teasing tone. You can already imagine how obnoxious his face is, opening your eyes hesitantly, blinking to adjust to the bright room lights. Your hands are still hovering above his abs, his gaze is upon yours, looking at you with a mix of speculation and speechlessness. Instead of his unusual smug smirk, there’s an almost coy expression on his features, which shocked you.        “How’d your hands get there? Last time I checked, abs are at the front, not the back, hmmm?”        You grit your teeth, your face flush with warmth at your sudden realization. There was no cheeky retort you could’ve possibly come up with, after all, he was right, how did your hands wander to his abs? You weren’t thinking of doing it. You weren’t interested in him either, but he was attractive. Of course you’d be too curious for your own good.. Yes, that was it..       “Your hands are still on an inappropriate place, Y/N. Except, a lil lower than last time.” he chuckles wholesomely as you jerk up, straightening yourself and clearly sweating, your arm wiping your brow and exhaling a drawn-out and awfully dramatic sigh.       “Give me a break, Satoru. I just, um, you know... Zone out.” your pitch was unconvincing, high-pitched and wavering, bringing your chances of believability to a low.      “So, this is like, the 375th time since you’ve zoned out, lil girl.” he tsks, “You’ve gotta sound convincing if you wanna fuckin lie, you know.”      “I--” you falter, now clearly a shade darker than you were just 5 minutes ago. Your heart beating so rapidly it was almost like you were running a marathon. Why was your pulse so quick? Why was everything in the room a blur besides him? Why couldn’t you focus on healing him? What was he doing to you?      “You haven’t even begun the healing process.” he murmurs, his large hands caressing your arm that was by your side. “Anything you want to tell me, pumpkin? I’m on a tight ass schedule, but I’ll let Ijichi solve that. Spit it out.”       His voice rang out high and clear amongst the hectic fight that was going inside your head, steadying your thoughts. A few moments pass by, studying him, lips moving but no words coming out. Why was it so difficult to say through the insults, you cared for him, and wanted him to be more careful? Was it because of the monster inside of you, who wanted him to get hurt, to spend his time with you, listen to his horrible compliments and giggle at the jokes he made as you worked at a snail’s pace on his back, that weren’t even funny, but was funny because of his presence in the dead room, his boyish laugh very much needed in such days of flatness?      “Satoru..” you finally muster out, his eyes flickering on you once more as he was studying the kitten poster with much boredom. “I just.. Care for you.”      “Huh.” is all he says, face falling and examining the spotless floor. “Is that all?”      Acknowledging his body language, you huff, suddenly filled with the need to defend yourself. “What else did you want me to say? I just feel like you’ve gotten yourself hurt a lot more recently and... I just, want you to be more careful. That’s all.”     “No.” he was barely audible, so you had to lean down to hear him. “No, that’s not it at all. You’re hiding something. Do you prefer me to say it?”     Puzzled, you peer at him with childlike curiosity gleaming in your eyes. What did he know about you that you didn’t? Surely, you knew all about yourself?    “You’re not that fucking dumb, are you?”     “Huh?-” you begin to speak, clearly offended, but you’re stopped.     By none other than his lips.      They’re soft, pillow-like even. A familiar warmth floods inside of you at the sudden physical contact from Satoru, except it’s amplified by 10 times. A moan slips out of your mouth, his hand against your back so suddenly you could’ve sworn it wasn’t there just a millisecond ago. His lips were mashing against yours, as if he wanted to have done this a long time ago. You hungrily push back, teasing your mouth with his tongue that slipped just barely into your mouth before indulging in you, which you thought wouldn’t had ever happened prior to this.      You grip the back of his head firmly, as if he were to escape, other hand tangled in his snow white tufts of hair. Eyelashes fluttering, heavy breathes fanning out both of your noses, your lips were sure to be swollen after this. Your tongues dueling each other, working your mouth against his. His unoccupied hands start to play with the hem of your shirt, and another moan slips out of your mouth, anxious to have progressed so far to the removal of clothing, but at this point, you’re ready for anything.    ‧₊˚✩彡.       “I don’t think Gojo-Senpai and Y/N-Senpai are just in an intense healing session.” breathed Yuuji with a terrified look in his eyes, clutching his arm that was bloodied up, his head leaned close to the firmly shut door.        Nobara looked like she was about to faint, looking at the door as if it was a several feet tall monstrosity of a curse.        “What? What are they doing in there?” Megumi knelt down to where Yuuji was, pushing his ear against the door, and immediately his eyes shot open, a traumatized look in his fearful eyes.        “What the fuck.” 
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Chapter 15 - The Result
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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader/OC
Warnings: smut: oral sex (m! receiving), unprotected sex, joel breeding kink go brrr; talks of depression, anxiety and PTSD, detailed descriptions of bloodshed/death.
Summary: The confrontation the reader had been waiting for finally happens.
Word Count: 5.771
Author's Note: I apologise for the repost y'all!! The chapter didn't appear on the tags and I didn't notice it soon enough!! If this doesn't appear as well...
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The last heatwaves of summer started coming in with full force as September approached– a final storm before the calm. It wasn't completely intolerable, but it still messed with a lot of people: even you and Joel had to stay away from one another during the nights due to the heat making everything more sticky and irritable. It was annoying as hell, given that you had Joel all to yourself for a whole week now.
That certainly didn't stop you two from having sex before his departure, of course.
It took you some time to anchor yourself back to reality after what happened with Ward – the first three days were the worst with the episodes and attacks, but you don't think you could've made it this far in such a short time without Ellie and Joel. This was practically nothing compared to when you had first arrived in Jackson... if you had them both with you when–
Doesn't matter now. It took you months and it wouldn't have mattered if it had taken more– you made it. At the end, you got through it.
You and Joel talked about things, too. A lot of it mostly surrounding Kiki and Ward, of course. Things were cleared out, feelings were gotten off of chests and apologies were made: One day, after going out to get groceries while you chopped some vegetables for dinner, he put the sacks on the counter island and approached you, wrapping his hands around your waist.
"Smells delicious," He murmured into your ear and placed a kiss on your cheek, then put his chin on your shoulder, ever so slowly –with minimal movement– swaying you to the smooth jazz playing in the living room.
"I didn't cook anything yet?" You raised a brow and smiled at the way his beard scratched at the side of your face.
"Didn't mean the food," He whispered and kissed the back of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as you chuckled. He then moved down the line behind your artery, peppering kisses there, each and every single touch of his lips sending a rather pleasant feeling between your legs.
You slowly leaned your head back against his shoulder as he took your hands in his, making you put the knife down and let him sway you to the wordless tune playing in the background.
He eventually stopped when he reached your collarbones and turned you around to face him: "Mrs. Miller..." Your smile grew at the name: "How're you on this fine evenin'?"
"Just fine, Mr. Miller." You grinned and mimicked his accent. He placed one hand on your waist while the other grabbed your hand. He smelled so wonderful and looked so good–
"Would ya fancy a dance, m'lady?" His teeth showed when his smirk grew wider, your faces were almost touching.
"Ain't you a dandy and a charmer?" You chuckled, your lips brushing against his and chests pressed against each other.
This? This was everything. All of your problems and worries gone even just for a moment or two– you'd do anything for him.
The small dance you two had going on lasted another minute before the track ended softly. Joel finally stopped teasing your lips and pressed a gentle kiss against them, which you returned with more hunger and passion.
"A little dance got you all excited?" Joel chuckled when he pulled back for air, noticing your hands had already unbuttonned his shirt halfway.
"You got me all excited," You beamed at him and dipped your hands under his shirt before reaching the last two buttons, feeling his warm skin under your fingertips and sighing into his chest. "We haven't done it in awhile..."
"Tsk," Joel shook his head with a soft grin, licking his lips as his pupils dilated the longer he thought of the last time you had sex, which was when he came in you for the first time. It had him weak in the knees, and would definitely do it again if you let him. He then softly leaned in and placed a wet kiss on your neck, making you sigh and close your eyes.
His hands placed themselves on your waist as he pushed you against the counter island, lightly marking your neck as he went: "Should'a done this a few days back, would'a marked you red and blue since y'ain't goin' out..."
You quietly moaned as he trapped you in place, lightly pushing your shirt up and massaging your sides as he did. You took the opportunity to place a kiss on his neck in return, hearing him growl softly, so you did it again, and again, and again...
Sex with Joel never ceased to satisfy you: He always managed to get you all giddy and excited like a child given a reward. His movements gained some speed as soon as his hands cupped your breasts, immediately taking your shirt off and kissing your lips hungrily. His arms closed around your waist and back as he moved down to your jaw and neck, biting and licking his way to your shoulders.
"Joel... the food..." Your chuckles mixed with moans the more his beard and lips caressed your skin. At your words, he picked you up and placed you on the counter, hooking his fingers through the waistbands of your shorts.
"I'll be full in a few," He smirked and started kissing down your breasts as he slowly dragged your shorts down your legs. His tongue worked wonders on your nipples while your fingers made their way through his hair, giving him soft hisses and quiet moans whenever he lightly bit on the skin.
Moments later, he was on his knees, caressing and kissing your inner thighs, not pulling back on leaving hickeys where he knew your shorts would cover to spare you the embarrassment; although that didn't keep him from lightly biting on the skin that showed too.
He then spread your legs and started giving tiny licks along your slit, making you slowly lean back onto your elbows, only to suddenly land on your back when he pulled you forwards by your thighs. You gave a brief chuckle as he feasted on your juices like a man who hadn't eaten in weeks.
As soon as you threw your head back, you opened your eyes to an intensifying sizzling sound, gasping when you saw the pan on the stove: "Joel! The food!"
"Oh shit–" He quickly left your wetness and practically threw himself over to the stove. After that was out of the way, you both stood still and giggled briefly. "Why'd you cook this much food?"
"Ellie asked if she could eat with us," You spoke as you got off the counter. "Said she didn't have time to cook for herself, I said sure. She then asked if Jesse could come too– Wait, what time is it?"
"Five twenty."
"Oh, good."
"Why?"
"Because," You gave him a mischievous smirk as you walked over to him and hooked your fingers behind his belt without breaking eye contact, pulling him back to the counter island. "That means we have at least another half hour before they arrive, but we still gotta be qui– Hmph!"
His lips were instantly on yours as he quickly pressed your back against the counter, but you stopped him before he could go down on you: "Nu-uh. I may be the cook–" You grabbed him through his trousers, making his hips jerk forward: "But I gotta eat too."
He made to protest –he's been going on about how you should take it easy and how your pleasure was more important than his (it was funny how he thought his pleasure didn't add to yours)– but you were already sinking to your knees, trapping yourself between his legs and the counter.
"There we go," You cooed as you got rid of his belt. Joel sighed deeply and closed his eyes, putting his hands on the surface above your head and leaning into your touch instinctively.
You were quick to pull him out of his underwear, pumping his cock a few times before giving it a few licks around the tip, to which he hissed quietly.
It was when you decided to take all his length to the back of your throat at one go that his hands shot to your hair: "Jesus– christ, doll!"
You offered a quiet giggle while you played with him in your hand, then slowly and rhythmically you took him in your mouth, but not even a few minutes later, Joel pulled your hair into a ponytail with both hands: "Can't believe I'm sayin' this but, food can wait."
You gave him a surprised look before he gently grabbed your jaw and lightly pressed your cheeks to make you open your mouth wider, then pushed his cock down your throat. Gagging and moaning you grabbed his hips, to which he responded: "A-ah, no hands Dolly."
You were perhaps too quick to drop your hands to your sides, then lace your fingers behind your back to keep yourself from grabbing him. You let him use your mouth for a few minutes: the sounds of wetness and gagging, plus occasional grunts and moans from him was heavenly for the both of you.
"Fuck– Dolly, up," He suddenly pulled out and leaned down to pull you up. He turned you around and gently, but with rushed movements, bent you over the counter a little. He entered you with one precise thrust, making you bend even more. You moaned simultaneously when he did, staying still a little for you to adjust.
He then leaned down over you, framing your body with his. Your bare back pressed against his naked chest, his hands wrapping themselves around your arms –then wrists– as his chin found its place like a puzzle piece in the crook of your neck. You loved it when he covered you like this, loved when he was so desperate, loved when he couldn't help himself and couldn't get enough of your–
"You get me so– shit," He growled as he pulled back and thrusted in again. He began with a steady rhythm, making you moan softly. You felt your eyes roll back when he nibbled at your ear and kissed your neck.
"Fuck– Joel, fuck–" You moaned, the pitch of your voice rising like it did when you began closing in on your orgasm. You both were aware how you were short on time and had to make this into a quickie, a promise of something more when night time fell and you both were alone in your room, hungry for one another like you were now.
"Want me to– to come in you again? Y'think I put a baby in you the last time?" He moaned at the way you squeezed around him, wriggled under his body and cried out at his words. "Don't matter, we can do it again to make sure– just say the words."
"Joel– ah, ah," You gasped when one of his hands left your wrist to draw circles around your clit, making you thrust back to his rhythm. "Fuck, come inside me, please."
"Shit, (Y/N)," He growled low, almost animalistically, into your ear. He placed kisses over your neck, then went up to your jaw and cheek, finally meeting your lips halfway. "Come on, babydoll, put one leg up for me?"
His other hand left your wrist as well when you nodded, helping one leg up to the counter. He proceeded to lean back and up, grab your hips and slam into you as fast and hard as he could, knocking the breath out of you.
"Oh my god!" You cried out, failing to keep up. The skin slapping against skin had long drowned out most of the surrounding sounds, minus your moaning and Joel's growling. "So– so close–"
"This ain't gonna work," He suddenly stopped, murmuring to himself. He put your leg back down, pulled out of you and turned you to face him. The sight of his cock –erect completely, thick and swollen– made you moan quietly. He lifted you up and sat you on the counter once more, spreading your legs. He grabbed your ass and pulled you forward, to the edge, where he thrusted back in.
You grabbed his face and kissed him hungrily, biting on his lower lip, then shoved your tongue into his mouth, moaning all the while.
"Ah," He broke off suddenly and put his forehead on your shoulder as he slammed, and slammed, and slammed...
Until he grabbed you by your thighs, his voice cracking slightly, and finally emptied his seed inside you, biting on your shoulder quite aggressively; you didn't mind, however, as it was the final stroke that threw you off the edge. You held onto his shoulders as you both trembled in the other's arms, panting as if you'd run all the way from the western gate to home.
His hips involuntary jerked forwards, his cock twitching inside you. He held you tightly in his arms as you came down your high, becoming sleepy all of a sudden. Him coming inside you had a wonderful effect on the both of you last time, it was no different this time.
"Shit," You hissed. "That was– that was–"
"Mind blowing?" He chuckled, reminding you of one of your quickies during patrol before you got married.
"That's one way to put it," You grinned back and claimed his lips in a sweet kiss. "You should come inside me more often."
You felt him tense a little: "Yeah, about that, are you su–"
Knock knock: "(Y/N)?" Ellie.
"Shit!" You jumped where you sat. Joel immediately pulled himself out of you and tucked his softening cock back in his jeans as you collected your clothing and ran to the bathroom.
After dinner, your love-making continued in your chambers. The pace slowed, the air became somewhat more sentimental, and tears were shed– both of you trembled in the other's arms, kissing and wiping away at the other's wet cheeks. You laid together: entwined, side by side, eventually parting because of the heat...
Now, you laid alone.
Alone in the house after that too-good-to-be-true week, you felt trapped and not as up to date as you liked to be about the town, so you asked Maria to sign you up for supply runs, extra shifts– whatever you were kept from.
People were more happy to see you than you thought they'd be– and more worried about you than Kiki. "You underestimate the place you hold in the community, (Y/N)." Eugene had told you with a pat to the back when you showed up to your first patrol in near two weeks. Before setting off for your assigned route however, Maria called you over with a half worried, half grave expression.
"Gonna tell you something you're not gonna like, so try to keep calm okay?" She stared right through you, making you gulp and nod: "Kiki wants to–" She sighed halfway when you scoffed quietly. "She said she wanted to talk to you, sort things out. She seemed pretty calm, maybe she made her peace with it."
"Nah," You shook your head. "She's got some folks riled up against me, they're giving me weird looks. Won't believe she's made her peace 'til that stops."
"All the more reason for you to talk. Her group's gonna wait for yours to arrive at the checkpoint. It's a good opportunity."
"... Alright." You exhaled heavily as she gave you an encouraging pat on the shoulder.
Your group was made of just you and Eugene, but Ellie and Jesse asked if they could join. Jesse was already allowed on paired patrols, but Ellie was a matter of debate as Joel still deemed her young– definitely not because he was worried sick over her.
"Ellie..." You made to protest, but your gut told you to let her tag along.
"(Y/N) c'mon, Joel ain't even here," Eugene.
"No, yeah," You blinked, snapping out of your deep thoughts. "I was gonna say yes, sorry. Come on, hurry then."
Once you reached the checkpoint, you asked Eugene to stay back: "What's up, Dolly?"
"Kiki's in there, she says she wants to talk to me," You explained, hands on your hips. "To sort things out– I don't buy it."
"Woah, hold on. She said that to you?"
"To Maria. She says she's made her peace with what I did, but I say otherwise."
"Like hell she did," Eugene agreed. "I heard she's been calling you a–"
"I–" You put your hand up: "–don't wanna hear what that idiot has to say. I see a few people staring at me whenever I go out, some straight out avoid me."
"You want me to–?"
"No– no I'll talk to her, no biggie. This has to end one way or another, but I don't trust her. Be my eyes?"
"Always, (Y/N)," He started walking towards the doors of the checkpoint, but you stopped him.
"Actually, you watch out for Ellie and Jesse. I'll handle this alone."
"(Y/N)–"
"It's okay, she's weak. Squealed to the softest touch when she first came here, remember? She wouldn't try anything."
"But that was when she first came here. Don't underestimate her."
A warning that had fallen on your deaf ears.
As you reached the doors, you saw Ellie and Jesse standing a feet or two from the entrance awkwardly. You took a deep breath and walked through the door with heavy steps and, as soon as you saw her sitting on the couch, you stood across her: "Let's talk," You looked around the room to find it quite small for you to have privacy: "Leave us. Let's finish this."
"Wh–?"
"It's okay, Ellie– Just step outside for a moment, all of you."
Kiki's group, three other people, left the room with your company while giving you dirty looks. You locked eyes with Eugene, seeing him signal you watch, then as he turned around he also signaled you with hand signals. You really were grateful for him.
"Alright," You straightened up: "Let's get to it. I'm done holding back on you, so don't you dare play coy with me and say what you wanna say and get this over with."
"Very well then." She got up and started walking towards you, but you stopped her.
"I can hear you just fine from where you are." You told her not to approach, eyes instinctively scanning your surroundings. She was around 20 feet away from you, the path between you and her were clear of any obstacles –furniture etc– minus the small set of stairs that led up to where you were standing. There was a table behind you that you spied when you first entered the room, otherwise there was nothing near the neither of you.
"Fine. I was here to talk about Ward."
"I guessed that much."
"You do realise what you've done to me, right? You've ruined my life." Her face didn't reflect the words she spoke, not one bit.
"Oh for god's– I know damn well what I did."
"Did you regret it?"
You clenched, then unclenched your jaw: "Why do you wanna know?"
"I wanted to know if I'm talking to a normal person, or a cold blooded murderer."
Your hands were quick to ball up into fists, but you had to keep your cool. Her face and her stance made your shoulders tense even more– despite how she had behaved when you shot Ward, she was quite calm. Let's not jump to conclusions, you told yourself.
You remained quiet and huffed after a moment: "Let me ask you something."
"Ask away." She was ever so slowly inching closer, but you let her.
"Do you regret it? Me, shooting a man who beats you to a pulp, a man who won't–"
"I loved him, of course I do," She scoffed, but there was no love in her voice, just irritation.
"Or was this your plan all along?" You smirked sardonically, trying to keep your anger away from her prying eyes– allowing her to slip up: "You hated him so much, then you saw Joel and me, wanted my place; that it?"
"Clever, very clever," She nodded. "And what better person to kill Ward than you? How is it going between you and Joel, anyway?" She was suddenly too close: "Does he look at you with disgust every time you go to bed, wishing that it was me instead, the poor woman made into a widow by his own wife?"
Your face scrunched up with disgust and fury: "You fucking–"
"I'm right, aren't I?" Her head was tilted forward, giving you one of the most chilling, emotionless smiles you had ever seen.
"No... you're a fucking psychopath, that's what you are," You frowned.
"Ah, you sounded like Ward. Have you also read those psychology books Doctor Katherine had given him?"
Your mind blanked for a moment, but you quickly replied to cover it up: "I was trained to deal with the likes of you."
It was partly true, especially after everything went to shit with the apocalypse and whatnot. You were trained, yes, but you had educated yourself about certain disorders which could help you train and read body language better– you were no expert of course, and you weren't police, or a detective; you didn't deal with people like her up close.
"Likes of me?" She rolled her eyes: "Ugh, you and your husband... In any case, I feel like I can be honest with you now, you're smarter than I imagined."
Eugene was right, you thought: "Decided to be honest, finally? When no one else is around? How brave of you."
"The point wasn't bravery," She looked angrier, but her voice was still quiet. "The point was exactly that– No one will hear this confession but you."
You stared into her eyes, confusion and stress taking over a bit more quicker than you liked, you didn't even realise she was inching closer towards you: "I hated Ward. I didn't love him. He was my means of escape and protection for all those years out there, but I was weak– he was abusive, yes. I was smaller than him in physique and had no training to defend myself, so naturally I was inferior. His love, I assume, was true at one point. Mine never was. And yes, I was aware of how we were the black sheep of the community once we had arrived. I figured, if Tommy, Maria– people who were looked up to, like you, liked us, we'd fit in. I did, more than Ward anyway. And yes, I did want Joel for myself, but I knew it wasn't going to be easy. You– you never really liked me, you had to move out of the picture."
Your stance became defensive as you listened: "Move out of the picture?"
"Joel will move on, eventually, and I'll walk him through his grief. For all of this to work out, you had to die. That's why I am being honest, because I am going to kill you."
You thought you were ready to evade her attack, but not mentally. Her words had made your mind go blank: despite being smaller than you in figure, she threw herself at you, grabbed your hair and slammed your head onto the table behind you. Twice.
"Ah!" You growled and grabbed her wrist in a death grip, however she didn't let out as much as a groan (unlike the first time you had tried something like this with her), even though you felt like her bones were going to crush under your palm. You cursed at yourself for letting her get as close to you as she did, giving her an advantage; your vision was getting blurry from the strikes you suffered.
You growled angrily as you turned your body towards hers again, her hands not letting go of your hair. She had gotten stronger over the time she's been trained in Jackson, but you could still have the upper hand. You landed the hardest kick you could on her stomach. Twice.
"You're not even pregnant, are you?!" You spat when you managed to push her off, but as soon as she backed off, she pulled out a knife and lunged at you again. Before the tip of the knife could pierce your throat, you crossed your arms and blocked her attack, the force bending you backwards across the table.
"I never was, yes," She struggled, voice still stable. "Though telling everyone I miscarried because of your little doing didn't really hurt nobo–"
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"Eugene, what the hell?" Mike, someone in Kiki's group asked as soon as they stepped outside.
The older man didn't reply, sparing an angry look in the younger man's way as he began looking for a window, an opening, anywhere he could keep an eye on you from.
"Whatever, let's hope (Y/N) doesn't kill her too in there," Jennifer, Kiki's neighbour across the street, grumbled.
"What's wrong with you?" Ellie snapped and turned to her. "(Y/N) protected her!"
"I don't think cold blooded murder doesn't really count as protection," She sneered.
"The fuck did you just–" Ellie started walking towards her, but Jesse held her back.
"Ellie calm down," He spoke quietly, then turned to Jessica. "If it weren't for (Y/N), both Kiki and Paul would've died, don't you understand? Ward beat Kiki to her death, then actually tried to—"
"What do you know? You weren't there!" Jessica hissed at him.
"Neither were you," Jesse replied calmly. "(Y/N) isn't a murderer, she's a protector of this town."
"Her history with FEDRA says otherwise," Mike joined in.
"So you're telling me you haven't killed anyone in the past 20 years?" Eugene suddenly walked over to them. "You think you're so innocent in all this, huh? You're as innocent as the rest of us, Mike. We've all done– forced to do some fucked up shit before Jackson, but this what this place's all about; a second chance." He took a few silent deep breaths, before adding: "You don't know what anyone here has gone through before here, so shut your goddamn mouth."
Both Mike and Jennifer fell silent, as well as Jesse and Ellie as the older man death stared Kiki's group. He started walking back to continue looking for an opening too late however– he suddenly heard two loud thuds, followed by a shout, your shout.
"God dammit!" He ran to the door with everyone else behind him and almost kicked down the door when he reached it.
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"Kiki, what the hell?!" Eugene came in  shouting, the door suddenly opening with a loud crash.
"What's the matter, can't handle me on your own?" She hissed at you, but her grip failed at Eugene's entrance. She had failed, and she knew this too, for her face morphed from ambition and triumph to anger and fear. That was your moment.
You directed her hands to your left with your forearms, the knife suddenly giving in and stabbing into the wooden table: "Oh I can handle you just fine!"
You twisted your arms around hers, grabbed her and push kicked her with all your might, sending her flying down the small set of stairs back near the couch she was sitting on previously. Driven by rage, you pulled the knife out of the table and jumped on her with scary speed. Before she could get up, you reached her and straddled her hips, ready to drive the knife through her throat like she had tried to do to you.
"(Y/N) stop!" Eugene yelled before you could, knife holding hand raised high, the other around her lower neck.
"Tell them, go on!" You suddenly yelled, moving your hand onto her throat. "Confess to them like you did to me."
"Get off me." She spoke calmly.
"Speak!" You yelled and shook her where you had grabbed her by the throat.
"(Y/N)..." Eugene, you realised when he entered your line of sight, was pointing a gun at Kiki's head. He kept his distance, his stance almost professional.
"Get off me," She spoke after awhile of silence. "And I'll tell them what I told you."
For whatever stupid reason, you believed her.
You believed, for a second, that she was actually going to make her confession and try to survive this, somehow. Jackson never took to execution as a form of punishment, so she had higher chances of staying alive that way.
Instead, as soon as you lowered your arm and simultaneously pulled your hand away from her throat, she grabbed you by your shirt's collar.
Everything happened so fast.
You gasped and shouted when you felt her teeth sink into the left side of your throat, dangerously close to the artery. Before she could completely bite off your skin, you embedded the knife in your hand to the side of her neck. Twice.
The tension in your body, the fear and anger you felt– everything came out on her neck. You stabbed her neck reflexively and as soon as she let your neck and shoulders go, you stopped, threw her back on the ground and fell on your back.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You grimaced, panting and holding your neck as you backed away from Kiki where you sat. You stopped crawling back when your back hit one of the armchair across the sofa.
The outside voices started to drown out as you pulled your hand away from your neck to see a mix of blood smeared across your hand. Your head hurt so much; the beating of your own heart, the voice ringing in your ear– too much blood–
"(Y/N), christ!" Eugene knelt beside you immediately, followed by Ellie and Jesse. Mike, Jessica and the other person stood, dumbfounded and shocked, as Kiki gave her last breath.
"No, oh god, what did I do?" Tears finally started rolling down your cheeks as you panted, visions of old memories covered in blood flashing under your eyelids making you hyperventilate.
Joel... Where is Joel...
"You protected yourself, (Y/N), it's okay! Breathe!" Eugene ran a hand through his hair, then held you by the shoulders hesitantly.
"(Y/N)," Ellie spoke worriedly: "(Y/N), you're okay– it's okay."
You put your hands on your ears in an attempt to drown out the noises, tried opening your eyes but the images weren't going away: "I can't– can't breathe," You held onto Eugene's arms. "You're– Is she–?"
Your question died on your tongue when he pulled you into a hug, putting your chin on his shoulder, then turned to the side so you didn't see Kiki's now lifeless body: "(Y/N), we need to get you to Katherine, you're bleeding."
"She was trying to stab her?" Katherine.
"Yeah, then she said she was gonna confess something she had confessed to (Y/N), but bit her nearly in the damn artery instead." Eugene.
"And whose bright idea was it to let 'em talk alone?" Tommy.
"Mine," You weakly replied as you slowly opened your eyes.
"Jesus christ, (Y/N)," Tommy sighed, relieved, and sat to your right. You were back in the hospital, where Doctor Katherine, Eugene and Tommy had been waiting for you to wake up.
"We should put my name up outside," You said stiffly, in an attempt to make a joke. "Seems like I won't stop waking up in this room."
Katherine was sat to your left– she put a hand against your forehead, then the back of it: "I got a fever?"
"You had a mild fever while I was operating–"
"Woah, hold on– operating?" You sat up, holding your neck to find it patched up. "Was it that bad?"
"She almost tore out the meat, that crazy–" Eugene spoke, but huffed with frustration halfway.
"I don't wanna rush you," Tommy put a hand on your shoulder and gave you a worried look. "But I need you to tell me what happened."
You and Eugene exchanged a worrisome look: "Just back there, or right from the beginning?"
"Everything," Tommy said after awhile. You gave Katherine a hesitating look, which she didn't notice, but sighed and began telling everything: from the dirty looks you got, to the symbolism of flowers and the night before Ward's death; then how some townspeople were riled up against you, and finally how she confessed to everything and attacked you, ultimately resulting in her death. Tommy went a little pale throughout, especially when you told him of her confession– Same with Eugene. Katherine looked devastated.
"Some folk ain't gonna believe this," Tommy said with an apologetic look on his face.
"Well, fuck 'em– I believe her." Eugene shook his head from where he was leaning against the windowsill. You offered a brief smile.
"I believe you too, but it just sounds too absurd, no offence," Tommy said, scratching his beard. "A damn maniac and his psycho wife... Then this whole– confession?"
You just sighed and looked down, where you had been playing with your fingernails and tips nervously: "To be frank, I don't owe anyone in this town a goddamn thing, except for maybe Katherine here. I'm not gonna try and convince a bunch of people, who have no place in my business, that I'm right or whatever. I did what I had to– and I have you all, so..."
Katherine took your hand in hers, giving it a soft squeeze: "That you do. We got you (Y/N), you're safe."
You gave them all half a smile, struggling not to cry but you managed to keep your tears to yourself. Tommy smiled, tsked and put his hands on his hips: "Well, now I'm worried about how Joel's goin' to react."
"React to what?" Came a tired voice from the door, the voice of your husband who was supposed to be away at a run.
"Joel?" Tommy's shocked tone mixed with yours, which was laced with both relief and disbelief.
"Tony got injured before we could make it out the county, Earl and I had to bring him back," He said from the door, slowly walking in and taking Katherine's place by your side: "Ran into Daisy, said my lovely wife managed to land herself here again."
He put his hand through your hair and combed it back, giving you a solemn yet soft look, then kissed your forehead and kept his lips pressed there for a few seconds. He then pulled back and gently looked at your neck: "What happened?"
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liliesoftherain · 4 years
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It’s an Ordering in Kind of Night
Request: Hey! Can you write a a scenerio with the prompt 31 "This is why we can't have nice things"? maybe like dad!bakugou talking about his daughter or something like that? by @mhafangurl​ thanks for the request hun!
A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this little fluff! More to come soon(:
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
Prompt: 31. “This is why we can’t have nice things.”
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Katsuki Bakugou!:
“Dad you can’t cut for crap.”
“HUH!? Shut it brat, your carrots look like shit.”
Katsuki glared at his daughter who just stared back at him with the same fierce expression. He clicked his tongue in mock annoyance before going back to slicing the meat, ignoring the way she snickered at him as she continued her own cutting. He rolled his eyes with a smile, enjoying the sounds of the knife on the cutting board and his daughters teasing taunts. 
There was nothing else he’d rather be doing on his day off, making you a nice dinner with his 10 year old has been the highlight of his week. For the last few days, he’s been up to his ass in paperwork and interviews, which he honestly couldn’t care less about but it was all apart of the job. He had also been gone for a few days about a week ago, only to come back busier, leaving less time for his family. Now that he was home, you had to go and do your own errands, and that upset Katsuki even more. Knowing that he had to wait even longer for your love and undivided attention.
As soon as you had left, your little girl had suggested making you dinner, and he agreed that it would be a great idea to surprise you. So here they were, with Hina standing on a stool next to him cutting all the vegetables for the Yasai Itame she had suggested. He added his pork into a small bowl of soy marinade before washing any dishes he didn’t need, giving his kid more time to finish her own task.
“Mom’s going to like the vegetables more, you know.” She said sassily, as she started to mince the garlic.
“Your mother is a woman of meat, Hina.”.
“Yeah but, not when it looks like that.”
“Like what?”
He stared at the pork slices, wondering if he really did cut it weird.
“Ugly, like your face you old man.”
No, she was just being a little punk.
“You ass, shut up and get the pans ready so we can have this finished before your mother gets back.”
He let her do everything else, feeling proud as she was already cooking so well despite her age. He knew first hand the value of being a good cook, hell he was still cooking monthly barbecues for his old group of friends, out of force of course. 
Watching Hina being so independent caused a pang in his heart, knowing that one day he’d have to let her go and grow up. He didn’t want that to happen, she was only a couple of years away from applying to high school. If all went well, which of course it would-she was a Bakugou after all, then she was looking to be a pro in no time. 
Was he ready?
Hell no.
Did he have to be?
Unfortunately, yes he did.
“Hey pops set the table.”
He grunted in acknowledgment, ruffling her hair as he walked by, grabbing everything he needed from the cupboards Katsuki set everything out neatly and nicely, doing as he was told. The only person, besides you, who could boss him around without any backlash.
Glancing at the time, Katsuki saw you were due home at any moment. 
“Alright brat, let’s move the pan onto the table.” 
Katsuki knew as soon as he said that, it was game over.
It was like watching a slow motion film, or knowing that danger was going to strike when you were unable to do anything about it. He had seen her slip on the oven mits, pick up the pan, and then trip. Stir fry went everywhere, the pan caused a loud ringing to continuously fill the space as it circled on its rim before settling to a stop. Katsuki had got it drenched on his slippers, and Hina had it all over her legs. Both of their mouths dropped open wide at the sight, no movements being made at the surprise of it all. 
Katsuki snapped his mouth shut, a hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose with a sigh.
“This is why we can’t have nice things.”
Hina was staring blankly at the mess, removing her mits with a groan of embarrassment before tossing them onto the counter behind her. 
Katsuki was about to bite another comment when he saw the look on her face, she was blushing in humiliation and he swore there were light tears in her eyes.
“What happened here?”
The sound of your voice caused them both to snap to see you standing in the kitchen archway, your eyebrows wide and your mouth an ‘o’ shape.
“Mom! I-”
“I dropped the stupid ass pan, we need to get new ones dammit. These are pieces of crap.” Katsuki huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at the pan, muttering curses.
He noticed Hina’s eyes widen in surprise before she smiled at the ground, and he knew he’d take the blame over and over if that meant she was smiling.
“Katsuki you made a mess of my floor, you know you gotta clean it up right.” You laughed, pinching his cheek as you cautiously walked over to him, trying your best to stay away from the food.
“Yeah whatever woman, just go order a pizza or something so we can eat. Hina, go clean yourself up already.” 
Instead of having a sarcastic answer like always, she just smiled and nodded, a small “okay dad” leaving her lips as she hurried off to get changed.
Watching her leave, you turn towards your husband with a sly grin, giving him a sweet kiss.
“You’re so soft katsuki, taking the blame and cleaning the mess for her.”
“Tsk, I can’t punish her for her clumsiness. It’s not her fault she gets that shit from you.” He snickered, pushing you away so he could start cleaning the floor.
“I am not clumsy!”
“You turned all of my muscle t’s pink the other day in the wash, (y/n).”
“...Well, they look better that way.”
“Yeah whatever you say, ungraceful dork. Now, get out so I can clean already.”
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Hi there I love your work do much ❤️ I saw s/o giving the boys blowjobs and I loved it ! So could I please get the boys eating out/giving oral to there s/o :)
Oh ho ho!! Okay, obviously this is gonna have a nsfw warning, but I hope you enjoyed!!!
The Lost Boys x Giving Oral
Warning: NSFW
David
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David is known for having a silver-tongue, and, well, let’s say it has other uses besides sweet-talking people into whatever he wants
David isn’t afraid to give his s/o some head. While he may be dominant, he knows that half the fun of having a sub is pleasing them as well. It’s also a pride thing. He has to make sure that you’re enjoying yourself just as much as he is. Though, that doesn’t mean you get to control a damned thing that happens. He wants you to lay on your back, while he works between your legs. He’ll finger you while he swirls his tongue around you, getting you nice and ready for the main course
David is old, so he’s had years of practice. Even if you haven’t been dating for long, it takes nearly no effort for him to find exactly how he can drive you crazy. If you ask, he’ll tell you, “It’s all about eyecontact, kitten.” Which makes sense since he eye-fucks you the entire time he’s giving you head. Ocean blues with flecks of green completely unwavering as they watch you fall apart above him. He’ll have a smirk on his face, and he’ll make sure to lick you nice and slow if you beg for more
It’s mostly about teasing for him. He wants his own pleasure, and there’s nothing he enjoys more than watching his little kitten squirm. He gives you oral right before sex, and he’ll tease you until you’re right at the brink. Doesn’t matter how much you beg for release, it’ll fall on deaf ears
When you reach to grip his hair, he’ll pull away just to say, “Ah, ah, ah. Hands.” And he’ll watch with the utmost satisfaction as you put them back above your head. Or, he’ll tie them above your head if you can’t keep them to yourself. If you lift your hips up into his face, he’ll hold them down so you couldn’t even dream of bucking them.
He wants you to tell him how it feels, things you like, and if you’re close. Especially if you’re close. He can tell by the way your thighs shake and your toes curl, but there’s something about hearing it come from your pretty little mouth that makes it all so much better. He’ll chuckle when your voice starts to become breathier and breathier, and he’ll pull away right before he can tip you over the edge. He smirks as he listens to you whine, and he’ll watch as you fall right back down the hill. Then, he’s back to pushing you right back to the edge
He likes games, and this is his favorite one. He likes to see just how many times he can get you close before you’ve gotten completely desperate. Then, he’ll let you come. And he’ll take pleasure in overstimulating you until you can’t take another second. He’ll chuckle as he pulls away and ask, “What, I thought you wanted to come, kitten? You’ve giving me mixed messages, sweetheart.” Don’t even try to come with out his permission. The only thing that’s gonna earn you is a punishment, and David definitely has some harsher ones lined up for something so disobedient (i.e. not getting head again for weeks). “If you’re not gonna play by the rules, then you don’t get to play at all.”
Dwayne
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Slow and sensual. Two of the best words to describe Dwayne, and they apply perfectly to how he gives head
He’s less about teasing and more about relaxing. He’s the type to give you head after a particularly long, hard day. You’re his princex and he wants to do his best to help ease any tension you might have going on. He’ll start off with a massage, maybe. Or maybe the two of you will just be cuddling while you tell him all your troubles. Eventually, you’ll get distracted by how intensely he’s been staring at you, and he’ll give you a small smile before he leans in to kiss you. Slow, languid kisses will start at your lips, and he’ll trail them all the way down to where you need him most
He focuses completely on you. This is all about you, as far as he’s concerned. He doesn’t bother racing to the finish. He wants you to enjoy this, and his calloused hands will run over your stomach and massage your hips as he works his magic
Dwayne might not talk much, but that tongue can work wonders. He knows exactly what you like, but he’s willing to do whatever you ask. Whatever you want, he’s willing to give. Faster? Slower? Just like that? You got it. It doesn’t matter what you ask for, he’s gonna leave you an incoherent mess anyways
He doesn’t care if you’re loud or quiet, he can tell by how quick your heartbeat is and he can hear every little hitch in your breath. Though, he likes it when you say his name, whether it’s in a whisper or a loud moan
He likes to have you lay on your back with one of your legs draped over his shoulder. He’ll take his jacket off, and he’ll let you run your hands through his hair. You can hold it back for him or just focus on giving it sharp tugs. Tug hard enough and you might be able to earn a soft groan from him. He’ll smirk, as he knows exactly how those vibrations probably felt
He doesn’t care if you roll your hips up into his mouth, he’ll just follow you and hold your hips down afterwards. You gotta let him do all the work, princex.
He won’t play games or try any orgasm denial. But he won’t necessarily pick up the pace and throw you over the edge either. He wants to get there slow and steadily, and he treasures the moments right before. He loves to hear you moan above him, and he’ll watch your descent into pleasure. He’ll stare at you the entire time and he doesn’t care if you stare back. In fact, he thinks it’s rather cute when you cover your face. He’ll give your thigh a small squeeze as it starts to shake
He doesn’t really need a warning when you’re going to come. He knows all of your tells, and he relentlessly pursues your bliss. When you finally tip over, he’ll milk you through it and pull away before you can become too overstimulated
He’ll press soft kisses to your face afterwards, quietly asking how it was even if he knows that you definitely enjoyed yourself
Marko
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Marko is one of the more affectionate of the boys, and he’s definitely down to show you any sort of “love”
The two of you will have been relaxing at the cave in your little cot. You were either reading, listening to music, and doing whatever you two did when you were alone in your nest. He was probably pulling at the waistband of your bottoms, gently tugging to show you that he wanted your attention. You two have been trading short kisses here or there, but nothing really heated. Yet. The second you two start to get into it and you ask for some assistance, he’s on it. Just hope you don’t mind giving him the same treatment
Why bother only giving you attention when sixty-nine exists? “It’s only fair, babe.” He’ll say with a shit-eating grin, but, honestly, he’s so good with his mouth you don’t even care. You know that’s not the end goal of his game anyways. He likes to have you on top, and he smirks the second you move to climb above him
He lets you start first, and he’ll tease you by simply using his hands for awhile. He wants you to build up a rhythm before he does his best to completely fuck it up.
When he finally starts using his mouth, it’s like the devil himself gave him the ability to give head. He’ll tease you with small licks and sucks, and then he’s giving you all the attention you need right at once. You swear, the first time he ever gave you head it was like he knew your body better than you did yourself
He loves to knead your ass while he does it, and he may even give you a teasing spank when you move too slowly for him. He teases you by saying that he doesn’t want to be the only one doing all the work, even if he loves making you moan. He’s not the one distracted, you are. He can surprisingly focus pretty well, and it’s almost too much to bare when he flicks his tongue in just the right way
He’s not necessarily quiet, and the vibrations he’s sending up your spine are enough to make you lose your rhythm. While he teases you about “losing your touch”, this is exactly what he wants. He gets off knowing that you can barely focus, and it gives him an ego boost to know that you’re barely keeping up. The quicker he gets you to yield, the more he’ll tease you about it afterwards
Eventually, you’ll have to give up. You’ll stroke him clumsily as you moan, and pant into his hip as he pushes you closer and closer. You can’t see his face, but you can feel the smirk on his lips. Marko isn’t one to deny you what you want, and he’ll push you over the edge just so he can give you long, teasing licks to overstimulate you.
As soon as you’re done, he’s smirking and giving your thigh a small slap. He helps you off of him and flips you over, and his lips are instantly on yours. He’s quick to hike up your legs around his waist, and he’ll tsk at you as he kisses his way down your neck. “Coming without me. Totally unfair, babe.” But he knows you’re more than willing to make it even
Paul
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It usually starts when the two of you are back at the cave in the middle of a makeout session on the couch (which is really anytime you’re back at the cave). All you have to do is roll your hips up into his, and even suggest that he put his mouth to good use and he’s ripping off your pants. Rip to your clothes, but you can always borrow his. 
All the boys are pretty horny, but Paul? Paul? He’s willing to do anything anywhere. It’s just apart of his charm at this point, and he’s more than willing to please as well as be pleased. With him, you barely have to ask. He’s trying to get into your pants anyways, so he doesn’t mind taking a pit-stop down there. In fact, head is one of this boys favorite past-times. It gives him something to hyper-focus on, and he’d do it for hours if you let him. Also, the boy may or may not have some slight oral fixation, and giving head is definitely something he enjoys
He doesn’t give a flying fuck what position you choose, but his favorite is when you sit on his face. It’s rare, but suffocating between your thighs is definitely how he wants to go (even if he technically doesn’t need to breathe anymore)
Giving you head is really the only time this boy will shut up, and even then he’s loud as fuck. He moans on purpose, just to send vibrations right up your spine and make you want him even more
He grips your thighs as you roll your hips, and he absolutely loves the moments when you take control and become just a little bit more dominant than usual. Use his mouth however you please he doesn’t care
He loves it when you grip his hair and fuck his face, and he’ll use his tongue until you’re falling apart at the seams. His goal is to make you moan and to make you moan loudly. He moves his tongue in sinful ways, and he knows exactly how you like it. He’s got guitar-playing fingers, and he’s not afraid to use them if they’ll make you come faster
That’s the game with this boy. Every time he gives you head, he’s in a competition with himself. He’s totally the type to keep track of how long it takes you to come, and he tries to beat his record each time. His mouth is moving so fast you have to blame it on vampire speed (even if he’s really just that good) and you have to grip his hair to keep yourself grounded
He’ll run his hands over your ass, stomach, thighs, and up your chest. He loves to touch, and these are the moments where he can really just explore. He’ll twist your nipple, curl his fingers inside you, and swirl his tongue around you all at the same time
He has you tensing above him and crying out his name in mere minutes, and he grins all proudly to himself if he manages to succeed. He’ll toss you onto your back and climb his way back up to your lips. He’ll expect praise to fall from them, or he’ll simply just settle for victory kisses and his own release
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youllneverknowrac · 4 years
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Oscar Diaz-Chores
Requested by @bitchimacow11
You danced around the living room, pushing around the vacuum as the sound of Selena fills the home. It was a perfect day to deep clean the house since Cesar was gone and Oscar happened to actually be home to help with the outside chores. You were wearing a large plain white T-shirt, a pair of black laced boy shorts underneath, and a pair of yellow fuzzy socks on your feet as you moved through out the house. Unknown to you that a very sleepy Oscar was in need of you.
“Come here Chiquita.” His raspy voice says as his hands search for your warmth in the shared king size bed,”Y/N?” He asks, his eyes fluttering open just as he takes notice of the music and your absence,”Fuck me.” He groans as he realizes that today would be a rather hectic day. Oscar never being a fan of any sort of cleaning. He throws the heavy blanket off of him and stands to his feet, doing a quick stretch before continuing on to do his usual morning routing.
“Oh hey handsome, did you sleep good?” You ask as you now work on dusting the blinds, turning around when you feel a pair of eyes staring at you a while later.
“Hm, could have slept in if you stayed next to me.” He tsk as he leans against the arch way, his eyes focused on your ass as the shirt lifts up,”Do we gotta clean today ma? I just want to lay in bed with my girl. Cuddle and shit, ya know?”
“How romantic Oscar...but I already started. If we work together we can be done in the next few hours. Go get started on the yard, please.” You say with playful sarcastic eyes as you look at him,”I just want our home to look nice.”
“But I haven’t even ate yet, you usually have my breakfast and coffee ready for me.” He pouts as his eyes trail your legs. Wanting nothing more then to rub his hands along them, among other things.
“Seriously?” You ask with a eye roll, not in the mood for him to prolong his task like he always try’s to do,”Just go do the damn yard papi, then I’ll make you something to eat. Please.” You whine as you place your hands on your hips,”Well? Go on, it isn’t going to cut it’s self.”
“I’m going, chill out.” He says in mock surrender, watching as you turn around to get back to dusting,”I’ll be done in no time.” He informs you, his voice going soft as he feels his member growing hard at the thought of fucking you over the couch,”Fuck.” He groans and hurry’s to the restroom, needing to get some sort of relief to clear his head of all the dirty thoughts he had running through them. He quickly shuts the door and leans against the sink, already knowing he would have to handle this himself since you were occupied. He frees his member from the confinement’s of his sweats, grabbing a hold with one hand as he slowly strokes himself. Making sure to keep his moans of pleasure to himself so he won’t disturb you.
“Piece of shit Bluetooth.” You screech as the music stops playing again,”Oscar! Come fix this!” You urge as you try to fix it to no avail,”What the fuck?” You ask to yourself when you get no response,”I thought you went to the bathroom!?” You ask aloud as you walk towards the said room, Oscar’s very familiar moans reaching your ears moments later. Your stomach tightens as you realize what he must be doing and you can’t help but want to go in there and help him. You glance back at the near spotless living room as you bite down on your lip,”It’s clean enough for now.” You decide as you grab the doorknob and push open, your boyfriend looking over at you as he continues his actions. Not caring that he was caught like this. His release the only thing on his mind.
“Are you just gonna stand there and stare or are you gonna help me out nena?” He asks as his hand slows down before coming to a stop to grip the sink behind him, his hard cock at full attention.
“Can I get a please?” You ask as you stride toward him and run a finger along the underside of his shaft.
“Please.” He smirks as you playfully think it over,”Come on, help me feel good.”
“I think you should help me out first if I’m being honest.” You conclude,”You did say you were hungry.” You smile innocently at him, Oscar’s eyes going dark as he switches sides with you and lifts you onto the sink.
“Aye I’m always down to eat you out, you should know that by now.” He grins,”I could go all day long baby.” He tells you as he sinks down in front of your aching core, giving you a playful wink as he pulls your underwear to the side and devours you into oblivion. The chores the least of your worry’s as your vision becomes clouded with stars.
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delightfulfics · 4 years
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The Reunion (Bucky x Reader)
A/N: Sorry this took so long. My head was a mess and I couldn’t figure out how to write this and was feeling unmotivated but I think I have done it. Hope everyone is safe and well. Enjoy! :)
Anon Prompt: Bucky and Reader reunite and Bucky tries to figure out if Reader is still ticklish. Bucky is successful but he forgets... he has the same weakness.
Next up: @notmeblahh’s prompt :)
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“Hello! Is anyone here?”
When you heard the voice as it echoed throughout the house you jumped off the couch and ran towards the front door. You didn’t have to ask who it was that entered the house. You have heard his voice throughout your whole life and have been waiting to hear for a year.
“Hey sweethe-“ Bucky didn’t get to finished his sentence as you jumped into his arms.
“I missed you...”
Bucky smiles and tightens his grip around your waist.
“Missed you too sweetheart.”
This had to be one of the best moments of your life. Reunited with your best friend and older brother after being a year apart. No matter how much you begged him not to leave, he had to. For you and for himself. He was put on deadly missions, was injured several times and had about six near death experience in the last year. He didn’t want you involved in any of it because if you were hurt in anyway he wouldn’t know what to do. At first you were angry with him that he left you, worried for him every single second of the day but at the end you understood. He wanted to protect you.
“Are you gonna get down soon? You are kinda heavy.”
“Nope.”
Bucky sighs, “Fine.”
Bucky removes himself from the entry way, closes the front door and makes his way to the living room where you sat just moments before. You both start to relax as he sits down on the couch with you wrapped around his waist.
“How long are you gonna be here for.”
“For as long as you need me, sweetheart,” you smiled at his sweet comment and buried yourself deeper into his arms.
“Y/N, you are crushing me.”
“Deal with it.”
Bucky rolled his eyes knowing how stubborn you were and switched on a movie.
About 45 minutes later you and Bucky were relaxing on the couch, you dozing off to sleep next to him and Bucky’s eyes glued to the screen. He hasn’t really focusing on you since he forgot you were there since this was a normal occurrence but his attention shifted when a scene popped on the screen. A young gentlemen and his nephew playing around, Bucky didn’t really think of it but that changed when laughter filled the room.
“The tickle monster’s gotta ya!” the young gentlemen said on the screen.
Bucky sat there, wondering why that sounded so familiar. He removed his eyes from the television and shifted to you, cuddled into the Winter Solider’s side. Then it clicked. It sounded familiar because he played the same game with you. Chasing you around, catching you and throwing you into the air as you giggled and shrieked in excitement. He remembered as it always brought you joy and also himself. As he was recalling these happy memories you were waking up for your short nap.
“Buck.”
No response.
“Bucky.”
Still no response.
“James!”
Bucky jumped as you yelled his name and turned to face you, a large suspicious grin on his face.
“Hi Sleeping Beauty.”
“Shut up,” you groaned at the tease and punched him lightly in the arm. “What’s up with the Joker grin?”
He chuckled at your comment and turned his body to fully face yours, preparing for an attack.
“Remember the games we used to play?”
“Nope. Why? You wanna play hide and seek? Or freeze tag?” you asked with a smirk.
“Yeah. But just one thing... are you still ticklish?”
You did not expect to be asked that. If you had you would’ve reacted better than you had. In response to your brother’s question you froze up but, quickly recovered.
“No.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I am positive.”
“You mind if I test that theory out, sweetheart?”
“Why? You don’t need to since I already said that-“ you squeaked as you felt a jab to one of your sides. You froze once again and your eyes popped out of your head. You shook your head slowly at him as you saw the shit eating grin on his face and started to slowly back away from him. He took notice and before you could get off the couch he pulled you to him and placed you on his lap.
“No. No!” you pushed at Bucky’s hands as he started to get closer to your sensitive sides.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk... Y/N,” he decided to make it easier for himself and grabbed your wrist, placing them above your head.
“Bucky, don’t.”
“Don’t what, munchkin?”
“Tickle me!” Oh fuck. Oh no. No. No! What an idiot you were. You fell for the most simplest trick in the book.
“Oh it would be my pleasure!” he said with excitement and dug his hand into your ribs. You screamed and kicked your legs as you felt his fingers dig in between each of your ribs.
“BUCKY!”
“Y/N!”
“PLEASE!”
“Please move? Got it!” his hands then moved from your ribs to dig into your worst spot and his favorite, your thighs. Your head slammed on his leg as you cackled loudly and kicked your legs out to remove his hands.
“Y/N! Did you just try to kick me?”
“NO I DID NOT!
“I think you did...”
“NO I SWEAR I DID NOT.”
“Fine. Since you didn’t kick me I cut you some slack,” he said and removed his hand from your knees and gave you a breather.
“T-thank-k y-you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Your break was very short as Bucky then shoved his hands up both of your armpits. His metal arm making the whole thing worse then it already was.
“BUCKY!! STOP IT.”
“Stop what?” he smiled down at you and fluttered his metal fingers into your neck, making you scrunch up your neck and his crush his fake fingers.
“PLE-EASE!?”
“I will stop if you say that you love me and missed me.”
“I-I LOVE YOU.”
“And?”
“I MISSED YOU!”
“And?”
“AND?!”
He rolled his eyes, “Tell me I am the best brother.”
“YOU ARE THE-E HAHAAHA.”
“Y/N...”
“BEST BROTHER.”
“Now say it all together.”
“BUCKY!!”
“Okay, okay,” he removed his hands but kept you in his arms. He smiled once again as he looked at you with your hair all over the place, your cheeks bright red, and giggles still streaming out of your mouth. What he didn’t know that was you were ready to get revenge. So you did.
“AHHH!” Bucky screamed as you jumped on Bucky and wrestled him to the floor. It was difficult and you almost fell off but you were able to stay on top of him and latch onto his sides. “Y/NNN! NOO!”
“But I didn’t even get to your worst spot yet Buck,” you smirked down at him and pried his human arm up, quickly shoving your hand into his armpit. As your hand came in contact he flipped out. Chuckling loudly and trying to push your roaming hand out of his armpit. Sadly, he was too weak to do so and you happily continued.
“I AM SORRY!”
“Are you sure about that though?”
“YES PLE-AHAHAH.”
Giving him a little bit of mercy you retracted your hand out and moved to his sides, scratching softly over the skin.
“What were you saying?”
“I-I amM soR-ry.”
“And?”
“And?”
You rolled your eyes and sighed. “I am the best little sister in the world right?”
“I don-nt thi-ink tha- OKK YOUU ARE.”
“I am what?”
“THE BESTT LITTTLE SISSTERR.”
“I guess that is acceptable,” Bucky sighed in relief as he couldn’t feel your tickling hands.
“Yo-ou a-are e-evil,” he said as he pointed to you.
“What can I say?” you kissed his cheek, slowly got up from your spot on the floor, and looked down at the giggling solider with a smile. “I learned from the best.”
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petitprincess1 · 4 years
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Good Evening Ch4 (Help)
AO3 Link Summary: Alastor gives his reason for the sudden visit, Angelo learns a bit more about Al than he wanted, and an employee recognizes the radio host. Words: 1,449 God, this is all so much fun! I gotta slow down though before burnout comes to claim me. Husk’s human design is created by @akyokanta! Also, sorry if Charlie seems a bit OOC. She did meet Al under different circumstances and is currently stressed. Anyway, hope you enjoy! ~~~ Charlie was the first to approach the well-dressed man and asked, “Al...uh...what are you doing here? I-I mean, I heard the, uh, radio, b-but not all of it.”
Before Alastor could speak, Niffty ran up to him and cheered, “Oh my god! Thank you for coming to the hotel! Can I be on your broadcast? Can I hold your staff? What room are you staying in? How long are you staying? What’s your favorite color or show!? Oh, I bet it’s Hazbin!”
Alastor gave a delighted chuckle to Niffty and grinned, “Slow down there, small one, I’m simply here because I wish to have a room and to help!”
Everyone stared at him in bewilderment, excluding Angelo, who just walked away from it all to go sit on a dusty chair nearby. Charlie blinked up at him and asked eloquently, “Say what now?”
“Help! With this reformative hotel, I would like to help you run it,” Al clarified as he walked over to a wall, peeling off a bit of the old wallpaper that just barely stuck to it. Charlie watched him walk around the lobby and hum to him himself, wondering if he was joking or not. Vaggie just raised an eyebrow at him, clearly not trusting the man that was out in the forest for some odd reason. The pale blonde questioned further, “But...why?”
Al swiftly turned to her and smiled, “Why does anyone do anything? Sheer, absolute boredom!”
Charlie’s confusion then turned into an all out frown as she scoffed, “Well, why would we want your help in the first place? Also, this isn’t just a normal hotel. It’s for bringing ex-cons, criminals, addicts, and any other seeming victims of the law to slowly reintroduce them back into society!”
The man just hummed, looking behind her, “Oh, yes, that seems to be working just fine!”
She raised an eyebrow and looked over her shoulder, watching as a guest had apparently snuck behind the front desk and grabbing some alcohol that was stashed away. Charlie yelled at them, “Hey! Where did tha-” Before she could finish, the guest quickly hopped over the desk and ran into an elevator nearby. Vaggie mumbled under her breath as she went over to the stairs, “I knew that we should have gotten his bottles taken away. I got this, don’t worry!”
She shouted as she gave a concerned look to Charlie before running into the stairwell. Alastor gave the little entrepreneur a sly grin, making her turn her head away from him. She huffed, “That doesn’t mean a thing. A lot rarer than what it seems to be.”
Alastor said snarkily, “Ah, yes because if I wish to send any loved one to a rehab facility, I would love to send them to a place that allows their employees to drink.”
Charlie stuttered over her words and tried to figure out an excuse, while Niffty continued to ask him a random assortment of questions. After just a full 10 seconds of this insanity, Angelo let out a loud, drawn out yawn and immediately quieted the two. He then asked Al, “So, uh, didja bring that food that you were makin’ or whatever?”
Niffty asked in excitement, “Oh! You were gonna cook for us!?” She then quickly hid the bowl of pancake batter behind her back. Charlie’s eye slightly twitched as she questioned, “What!? You’re gonna cook for us!?”
Alastor lightly stroked her golden hair, giving a small chuckle, “Ohoho! Don’t worry, my dear, I shan’t charge you for my services. Besides, it’s the least I can do when you allow me to rest in this hotel and become your right hand man!”
Charlie rolled her eyes and mumbled, “Yeah because that’s going to happen.”
He then leaned down to her eye level and gave her another laugh. She then asked Angelo in confusion, “Wait, have you talked to him before now to know that he was bringing food?”
Angelo nodded, “Yeah….should I have mentioned that?”
Before she could answer his question and further risk her sanity, Al spoke, walking towards the entrance, “Don’t worry, it won’t take long to make. The gumbo just needs to be reheated, while cooking some rice at the same time.”
Niffty squeaked, “Oh! I got the rice! I’m on it!” She then zoomed into the kitchen, dropping the bowl of pancake batter on the floor and it somehow landed perfectly straight up, barely wobbling. Alastor simply grabbed the bowl and handed it to Charlie, informing, “It would be such a shame for this to go to waste. Please, can you place place some wrap on this and put it into the fridge, doll? Young ethel, can you come help me?”
Charlie tried to tell Al that she should really go and check on Vaggie, the man had already walked away, while Angelo went walking with him out the door. She gave a long sigh and used her free hand to text Vaggie about needing to chat about Al. ~~~ As the two were walking outside towards Alastor’s car, Angelo looked around and waited for anyone to possibly jump out to ambush him. He was sure that Al wouldn’t be the kind of person to create an ambush like that, but he still didn’t trust him. Angelo suddenly got stopped by a cane blocking his path and Alastor raised an eyebrow at him, “We’re here, mon pion.”
He then unlocked his car to get into the back and Angelo questioned as the radio host went to crawl into the vehicle, “So, uh, were ya makin’ this gummy-”
“Gumbo.”
“Whateva. Were you makin’ that thing when ya texted me or…?” The taller man finished as he got a large pot full of some savory, seafood smelling soup placed into his arms. Alastor climbed out from the back and grinned, “Oh, no, no! I started cooking the moment you said you needed to be filled. Don’t get me wrong, I knew what you meant, but the timing was too good, my friend.”
Angelo corrected, “Yeah, no, we ain’t friends. So, I guess those 3 hours that we spent talkin’ was also when ya were cookin’, è giusto?”
Al nodded as he grabbed a few more ingredients that were in a brown bag, closing the car door with his foot, and replied, “Correctamundo! Gumbo does taste the best when you give it time for the flavors to intensify. The longer it takes, the better. Of course, the ingredients also help as well.”
“What's in it?”
“Oh the usual? Andouille, shrimp, bell peppers, celery, onions, hot sauce, tomatoes, and a little family secret to give it that special flavor,” He concluded, pinching the mob child’s cheek and starting to walk back to the hotel. Angelo had wondered what it was that had to be kept a secret. Although, he felt like he had a feeling after he saw what looked to be a cut up eyeball floating around in the broth…even if he did convince himself that it was just a fish eyeball. ~~~ The two walked into the kitchen and were immediately shocked, at least Angelo was, to see a much older man in the kitchen with Niffty, instead of Charlie. He was lifting Niffty up to reach the cabinets. The man was wearing a light brown waistcoat, grey pants, and had on a red bowtie that should have clashed but just seemed to work. After he placed the lady on the floor and ran his hand through his greying slicked back hair, the man grumbled about having a headache and turned to leave, just to stop when he faced Alastor and Angelo.
Alastor gave a large shit-eating grin to the man, while Angelo just blinked at his slowly enraging expression. He practically snarled at Al, “You! What are you gonna fucking follow me everywhere, you goddamn piece of shit!”
Angelo blinked again and started, “So...ya two know ea-”
He got cut off by Alastor cheerfully calling out, “Ah! Husker! Always such a pleasure to see you! Had a few rounds with the giggle water, I see? Tsk, tsk. Need to kick that nasy habit, my friend.”
Husk just muttered insults under his breath, while clenching his fists and grinding his teeth together. Alastor just hummed happily as he placed the pot on the countertop, ignoring the increasing confusion with Angelo and Niffty. Al asked Husk, “By the way, can you hand me some plates, good man?”
A plate went flying past Alastor’s face and smashed against the wall behind him, making the Niffty scold Husk about wasting plates and Angelo just lightly flinch, despite looking terrified and spaced out. Al just chuckled, “You missed! Dare to try again~”
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cosmicoceanfic · 4 years
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Hello, I absolutely love the way you write Dirk! I think something about the friendship between him and Amanda and the chaotic shenanigans they get up to would be really interesting. Hope you and yours are alright during these strange times, be safe 💖💖💖 P.S. Your fic about fae dirk is one of my all time favourites and a reliable comfort read -Sparrow
“So here’s the thing,” Amanda says, testing her hot chocolate and making a scrunchy face when it turns out to be too hot.
Dirk leans forwards, intrigued. They have twice monthly coffee shop meetings, more if Amanda happens to be in town, and he is well versed enough in Amandaisms at this point to know that if she says so here’s the thing unprompted, there is something interesting coming down the pipe. “Yes?”
“So here’s the thing.” Amanda stirs her hot chocolate with a straw. She says stir sticks are too weak and therefore too inferior as a stirrer, so she prefers straws. “There’s no known photos of the Mothman.”
He considers this. “Are you sure? I’m almost certain I’ve seen photos on the World Wide Web.” Dirk is not especially proficient at the Internet, having generally considered it a frivolity for people with the money to be able to access it on their phones and own laptops, which he did not for quite some time. Todd and Farah are determined to teach him because they say that it is “now necessary to function in human society, Dirk” and “you gotta know how to redirect people to our website, Dirk, this isn’t the Stone Age”. He’s gotten much better, but he insists on continuing to call it the World Wide Web, not because it’s so deeply ingrained in him, but because pretending that it is deeply annoys Todd, and Dirk finds it delightful. It’s sort of cute, how easily irritated it makes him. He’s thinking about referring to social media platforms as “the Bookface” or “the Tweeters” next.
Amanda shakes her head. “Nope. I already checked it out. You’re just thinking of Bigfoot photos, there’s a lot of Bigfoot photos.”
“Hm.” Dirk thinks it over. “You know, all things considered, I’d think there’d be more photos of Mothman, certainly he’s no Bigfoot or Loch Ness Monster, but he’s popular enough in his own right to have people looking for photos of him.”
Amanda slaps her hand on the table. Several older couples nearby glare at her and audibly tsk. He even hears a man mumble about young couples these days, and Dirk briefly thinks about heading over to dispel the notions of his and Amanda’s perceived heterosexuality, but ultimately passes, too curious about where Amanda’s train of thought is headed. “That’s what I thought. So then I started to wonder: why aren’t there photos of Mothman? What could keep Mothman out of the limelight? And then it hit me.” She points at him. “Light.”
It hits Dirk like a headache and he gasps also loudly enough to get tsked at. “Of course.”
“Right?”
“Right?” Dirk starts talking with his hands, waving them around. “Of course, because if moths are attracted to light-“
“And if Mothman’s whole thing is general mothiness-“
“Then he’s going to spend all his time around bright sources of light-“
“Then it’s gonna be really hard to get a good photo of him because it’s so hard to get good photos of bright sources of light.”
Dirk claps once. “Outstanding work, Amanda.”
“But wait, there’s more.”
Dirk leans in even further than he was leaning before. “There’s more?”
“There’s more.” Amanda leans in as well. “What do moths like, other than sunlight?”
“Collapsing bridges, evidently. Which is a bit rude of him, I always thought, what did bridges ever do to you?”
“Not Mothman, moths.”
“Oh. Frightening me when they unexpectedly fly in my face?”
“Nope. Clothes.”
“Continue.”
Amanda grins. “So Mothman’s gonna have a lot of nice clothes lying around, right, for his diet.”
“Of course. Only the best for Mothman.”
“So Mothman’s got some fancy shit, and I’ve got closet needs, as I’m sure you do.”
“I mean, you don’t have a closet, you ride around in a van with smelly energy vampires who’ve never heard of changing a shirt.” Dirk does nod, though. “But point taken.”
“So I’m thinking that you and I rattle around, search for Mothman in places with really bright lights, and try and get him to give us some of his extremely dope clothes.”
“I’m in,” Dirk answers immediately.
Amanda grins, clearly delighted. “I thought you might be.”
“Must’ve gone well, then,” Todd says, glancing up when Dirk walks into the office two weeks later.
“What must’ve gone well?” Dirk asks innocently.
Todd straightens from where he’s bent over his desk. “First of all, dude, you can’t just leave a note on your desk that says top secret adventure with Amanda back soon put it on my tab.”
Dirk sniffs. “I don’t see why not.”
“Second of all, you don’t have a tab, that’s not how this works.”
“It could be, if people weren’t cowards.”
“Third of all, Amanda kept texting me about your great Mothman adventure.”
“This seems to be a very long and unnecessary list, Todd.”
He ignores that, which Dirk thinks is a little rude. “And finally, that jacket looks like it’s pretty good quality, and completely out of your price range.”
He smugly lays his light blue leather jacket over the back of his chair. He’s usually not one for lighter colors, but for a good jacket, he is willing to make an exception “Very much so.” He shows Todd his wrists. “I got new cufflinks, too, look.”
Todd looks confused. “Mothman has cufflinks? He can’t eat those.”
“Oh, no, I bought them myself on the road.” Dirk tilts his wrists back and forth so the silver hockey sticks catch the light. “Aren’t they nice? Very fashionable.” Amanda and Todd have done their level best to get him into hockey, which they love on account of people with sticks fighting other people with sticks, and Dirk has to admit, he’s actually pretty fond of it. Amanda has been trying to persuade him to get into roller derby, but there’s an awful lot of shoving there, and Dirk really fails to understand the appeal of a sport that’s mostly shoving.
Todd looks amused. “Glad you had fun.”
“Come on. Why don’t you show me how to update the Graham Crackers for the office?”
“It’s Instagram, and also I hate you.”
This fic was actually originally going to be about Bigfoot for a hot second, but then I remembered Hannah and I have a discussion about Bigfoot in one of our unpublished works, so I decided to pivot to Mothman, and I’m pleased I did, cause I hit on the plot pretty quick. These are Dirk’s cufflinks, and this is Dirk’s jacket.
Thank you so much for your prompt and your kind words! I’m doing my best to stay safe and healthy during these very odd times, and hope you’re alright just the same.
prompts call and fandoms here! come keep me busy and sane during strange times.
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this is.....unedited and also kind of a mess bc i haven’t slept in.....too long, but @honiboyyoon kept sending me yoongi posts and also daddy dom yoongi posts specifically so blame her for this absolute fucking FILTH
a/n: DEFINITE SMUT, choking, daddy kink, spanking, choking, belt spanking, choking (there is seriously so much choking its a little ridic), dirty talk, jealous yoongi, 
You legitimately love your boyfriend. Six years together and still, he's perfect. Surprises you with breakfast in bed, buys you little things he sees that he thinks you might like, wakes you up at the ass crack of dawn to drive four hours and take a ferry across the ocean just to go to an aquarium you passingly mentioned you would cut your own leg off to go to. And he's adorable at the aquarium, too, letting you run around with wide eyes and not getting upset when you inevitably lose him in the crowd (even if you did find him glaring at some stingrays because, you quote, "Some of us still remember Steve Irwin, princess. Never forgive, never forget.") He looks utterly ridiculous, and you’re not really sure what about the all-black-with-a-pierced-baseball-cap-and-flannel look gets you hot and bothered, but it does. Maybe you should be ashamed of that, but honestly, Yoongi looks literally edible and you’re not one to question it when your boyfriend looks so good. That doesn’t stop you from teasing him, though - “Seriously, Yoongi, what kind of emo bitch wears that shit in public,” “Clearly I do, princess, now stop running that mouth, didn’t you want to see the seals,” “Fuck, yes, I gotta get a recording so I can play it whenever Seokjin laughs,” - and you’ll never admit how much you like it. 
The rest of the time you're there is a delight. Yoongi grumbles about how you might pull his arm out of its socket with how you're dragging him away, but tightens his grip every time you start to pull your hand away. The entire time you can’t help but look at him, watch the way he moves and the grin when he pets a turtle, how he helps a kid pick out a hermit crab and then sends pictures to Joon of them. It’s not lost on you how his eyes linger, either, completely focused on you as you watch the sharks roll above you and beaming when you see the octopus try to steal extra fish from its handler...the way you maybe, just maybe, shake your ass just a little when you bend over to pet an otter. You stay until the aquarium closes and get dinner at a restaurant close by, and it only gets worse.
Yoongi's always been tactile. Even when the two of you were just friends dancing around each other, he would give you hugs and rub your back and let his thigh press against yours without any second thoughts. It's who he is. You know this, you love this, you find it pretty cute most of the time. There are times, though, when it's not...cute. 
Like when he leaves his hand, hot and heay, on your upper thigh as he drives to the restaurant so you remember every single time he’s fingered you while going somewhere. Or when he opens the door so you can enter first and lets out a low whistle as you pass him, and when you turn to scold him, his eyes quickly dart back up to your face. Or like when he hooks a foot around the leg of your chair and uses muscles you tend to forget he has to pull you closer. You can see the strength in his thighs as it flexes under his jeans and it makes goosebumps break out across your skin. He doesn't move his leg, keeps it right between your own with his ankle pressed against yours, hooked around your chair, and something about the pose makes you shiver. 
"Why aren't you eating, princess?" He asks as he brings a piece of sushi up to his own mouth. You mumble something unintelligible, focused on the way his tongue darts out swipe up a bit of soy sauce before his lips close around the food entirely, pouting as they do. You're torn between the desire to pinch his puffed cheeks and the need to beg him to repeat the action on you. You can feel yourself getting wetter at the very thought; you always get worked up when Yoongi is sweet to you, it's something all your friends tease you for, and today is the exact opposite of an exception. Taking you four hours and a ferry ride away from home just to take your nerd ass to an aquarium because he knows you'd like it? You're ready to get on your knees and show your appreciation, however he wants for as long as he wants it.
Someone calling your name startles you enough that you jump a little. Turning, you grin when you see a friend from college - fuck if you can remember his name right now, Hyunwoo? Hyungsoo? Hongbin? Whatever it was - waving at you. He’s taller than you remember and when you give him a quick hug you find he’s filled out nicely in the years since you’ve last seen him. Whatever-His-Name-Is looks nothing like the dweeb from your study group anymore, and as you chat with him, he’s clearly still just as nice as he was back then. You even introduce him to Yoongi - and find out his name is fucking Sehun, you must be a dumbass - who looks decidedly less content than he did a few minutes ago. You wave Sehun goodbye when a woman appears and drags him off to their table, but even after you sit back down, Yoongi’s not happy about something. 
He’s silent as the grave and you realize at some point during the 5.7 minutes you were talking he’s straightened up and no longer has his legs sprawled about. No, they’re now tucked neatly under his chair, as far on his own side of the table as he can get them. He stabs at a piece of meat, tearing into it much more aggressively than usual, and you narrow your eyes at him. 
"Are you okay?" You ask him eventually, after watching him pick up some onion so roughly that the table shook a little. He doesn't answer, just shrugs, and you frown. His irritation isn't lost on you, you're just not sure what you did to cause it. After six years of being together and almost ten of being friends, you know him pretty well, and as you replay the entire day in your mind, you can't find any of the things that usually push him into a mood. 
He's still irritated when you both leave the restaurant, one hand gripping the wheel tightly while the other violently switches gears. You wait until he parks at the hotel to try again. 
"Yoongi?" You say quietly. "Will you talk to me? I don't know what I did wrong." He huffs and exits the car, and you quickly follow suit. He pulls a suitcase out of the trunk and huffs as he locks the car. He walks quickly through the parking garage, must faster than you're used to, and you rush to keep up. He doesn't say anything as he heads into the lobby, or as he gets the room key, and the silence hangs in the elevator until you can't take it anymore. "Seriously, Yoongi, I don't know why you're mad, I didn't do anything."
He whirls on you with fire in his eyes and it freezes you in place. 
"You think that helps?" He growls, closing the distance between the two of you, and catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "You don't even know how you fucked up, princess. You really have no clue?" You shake your head. 
"I really don't," You whisper. He slides a thumb across your bottom lip. Your tongue darts out to wet the skin and he groans almost imperceptibly. The sound makes heat pool between your thighs. He pulls away as the elevator door opens and he strides out. He doesn't wait for you and doesn't slow until he gets to the door with your room number on it. 
After it's closed behind you and you're sure it's locked, you turn back to him. He stands in the middle of the room, back to the bed as he strips his jacket off and tosses it to the couch nearby. You wait patiently as he crosses his arms and then turns to you. 
"Come here," He commands. You comply immediately. "Do you know what you did yet?" You shake your head, pouting up at him in the hope that it would encourage leniency. He tsks and shakes his head. "Strip. You don't deserve these nice clothes, princess." 
You're naked as quick as you can be, clothes strewn about the room in your haste to get them off. He's upset, and you don't know why, but you know better than to make him wait for something when he's like this. You’ve been ready to give it up to him all day, and seeing him in his commanding persona only increases the feeling tenfold. Heat rushes to your core once again and you rub your thighs together in an attempt to alleviate some of it. 
He notices the action immediately, smacking your thigh with his palm. "Look at this," He sighs. "So fucking wet and I haven't even done anything yet. You're such a little slut, always so ready for me." He steps slightly closer, letting his fingers dance along your slit. You don't move and don't make a sound, just let your eyes flutter closed for a brief second. He growls and slaps a hand across your ass. 
"Unless it's not for me. Keep your eyes open, slut. I'm the one here right now." You shiver and look at him. He's still fully dressed, which only makes you wetter. He knows you love it, the power dynamic it creates. "Get on the bed, princess. Face me, on your knees."
You do as he says, the bed plump and soft beneath you as you sit back on your knees. Yoongi looks good like this, even with the fire in his eyes, but you're distracted by his hands. The long fingers, the sheer size of them, the way they drag ever so slightly against the leather of his belt as he slides it out from around his waist. You shudder at all of the things he could do with it, and you don’t miss the way he smirks. 
“I try to do something nice for you,” He says in a too-controlled voice as he steps closer. “Take you somewhere fun, buy you good food after. I even let you sleep on the way here so you’d be rested for our little adventure. And what do I get in return?” He folds the belt over on itself, and you clench around nothing at the sight. You know what’s coming. 
“I’m sorry, thank you, Yoongi, I enjoyed-” You whimper as his belt makes contact with one of your thighs, the sting settling into the skin and turning it pink. 
“What did you call me?” 
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I won’t do it again.” His expression softens for just a moment, long fingers rubbing soothing circles over where he hit. 
“You know I don’t like punishing you, princess,” He purrs, one hand across your throat for a brief moment so he can stroke his thumb along your cheek. “But I was so good to you today, and then you just…” His jaw tightens and your heart flutters at the sight. You should probably be a little apprehensive, but fuck, he’s so hot. “Bend over.”
You follow his instructions, doing your best not to shiver when he runs a hand over your ass. “You have ten seconds to tell me what you did wrong, princess. If you can’t, you’ll be the one counting to ten.” He starts counting down immediately and your mind scrambles. It couldn’t have been when you accidentally left him behind at the jellyfish, because he was still fine at dinner, and even when you threw a handful of rice at him he laughed so that wasn’t it either, but then maybe-
The sound hits your ears before the pain registers, but you manage a muffled, one, because you know better than to do otherwise. His hand comes up again, rubbing the sting away. The next hit lands on the other cheek, and it’s a feat not to flinch or moan when you call out, two. 
It continues, all the way to ten; Yoongi alternates between your cheeks and the backs of your thighs, which is going to make the car ride home an absolute nightmare, but you suppose that’s the point. You’re absolutely dripping by the time you call out a weak ten, your wetness trickling down your inner thigh and your ass and thighs no doubt red and swollen even as he runs his fingers along the skin in soft circles. 
“Good, princess?” Yoongi asks quietly. You don’t trust yourself to speak, but you manage what has to be the most enthusiastic nod anyone’s ever given. He chuckles under his breath and metal clinks as his belt hits the bed beside you. He lifts you up to lean against his chest and wipes away the stray tears you couldn’t keep back. “You did so good, baby. You always take your punishments so well for me. Can you tell me what you did to get punished?”
“No, Daddy, I’m sorry, I don’t know, but I won’t do it again, I promise.” Yoongi ‘hmm’s and nods slightly, looking more disappointed than anything. 
“That’s okay, princess,” He coos as he turns you around and presses his chest against your back. “We’ll fix that. Don’t move, or I’ll have to punish you again, princess, and you know how much I hate that.” You whimper a little but nod as he steps away. You hold yourself up, back straight and unmoving even as the raw belt marks on your ass rub into your calves. You don’t look behind you, you know better, but you can hear the soft tinkling of metal and the quiet whoosh of something being unfurled. 
You’re so curious, so fucking curious about what he’s doing, but you don’t move. If you move, he’s going to spank you again, and while that is such a tempting vision - you, sprawled over his knees this time as his bare palm makes contact with that slap of skin meeting skin as he tells you just how good you are for taking your punishment, fuck, - you mostly just want him inside you, like, right now, because you can basically feel the throbbing heat between your legs and this hotel duvet has to be soaked, and also you’ve been waiting all fucking day. 
The heat of Yoongi’s body returns to the space behind you and he presses a soft kiss to your neck. 
“I’m gonna have to make sure my princess knows that I’m the only one for her, huh?” You whimper slightly, and you can feel his smile against your skin. “You remember your safeword, baby girl?” You nod, but Yoongi just tuts. “Gotta hear you say it, princess, you know the rules.”
“Penguin.”
“And if you can’t say it?”
“Tap you twice on the thigh.”
“Good girl,” Yoongi whispers into your ear. Your entire body shudders, legs nearly giving out, but a pressure against your neck keeps you up long enough for you to regain your balance. It takes you a second to realize what it is; a quick glance to the bed beside you confirms it. Yoongi has his belt wrapped around your neck, and based on the way it tightens around your throat while the remnants hand from the nape of your neck, he’s got it buckled in place. You stifle another moan. 
“Now, princess,” Yoongi purrs, “Who do you belong to?”
“You, always you, Daddy, no one else, ever.” 
“That’s fucking right,” He growls. With one hand on your back, he shoves you down until your face is buried in the blanket, the tail of his belt pulled taut and no doubt wrapped around his hand. He doesn’t even finger you first, just thrusts inside you with one move. A choked moan tears itself out of your throat, muffled by the thick blanket underneath you. “I’m the only fucking one allowed near this pussy, you hear me?” 
Yoongi’s thrusts aren’t forgiving at all; he’s rough and hard, doesn’t give you any time to get used to the stretch of his dick, just shoves in and out like you’re merely a toy to be used. His free hand has a bruising grip on your hip, your fingers are clawed into the duvet, and all you can think about is how fucking perfect it feels. The burn of the stretch, the way your ass and thighs sting with every thrust, the slight pressure against your windpipe that isn’t enough to choke you but reminds you that you’re at his mercy. It’s as close to heaven as you’re ever going to get, it has to be, because it’s absolutely euphoric. 
“Fuck, princess, look at how you take my cock,” Yoongi hisses. His grip tightens on the belt as he pulls, and you’re seeing stars with how utterly fantastic the lack of air is. “Fuck, you always take me so well, you know that? Like you were made for me, just me. Can’t wait to fucking mark you, want everyone to know you’re mine. You gonna be a good girl and let me mark you, princess?”
You nod as best you can, gasping when Yoongi pulls hard on the belt to bring you up against him once more. His pace is unrelenting, hitting every spot inside that he knows you love, teasing your g-spot with each thrust. 
“God, you’re such a fucking slut, you know that?” His voice is strained and you wish you could see, wish you could watch him fall apart as he fucks you, but god, there is nothing like his voice in your ear, raspy and gravelly because he’s focusing so hard on the way he pistons in and out of you like a goddamn jackhammer. “So fucking wet and ready for me all the time, baby girl...you know Daddy loves this pussy better than anything else. You like it when Daddy fucks you like this, princess? Treating you like the whore you are?”
You whimper and give a slight nod, mostly focused on the brief allowances of air he gives you. With another thrust he lets go of the belt, bringing his hand up to wrap tenderly around the base of your throat. You gasp, sucking in all the air you can before he decides you don’t get any more. The pressure that’s been slowly building inside of you threatens to snap, and you barely hold it back. 
“Who’s fucking pussy is this, princess? Who’s little slut are you?”
“Yours,” You gasp. “Yours, Daddy, I’m your little slut.”
“Yeah? Who you thinking about right now? You thinking about Daddy? Or are you thinking about that fucking bastard from the restaurant? You wish it was him fucking you like this?”
“No, never, please, only want you, please, Daddy, please can I cum? Didn’t even remember his name, please, please, I’m so close Daddy, I just-” 
“Do it baby.” He brings his hand up ever so slightly, bracing you against his body, while the hand on your hip darts down to rub circles into your clit. “C’mon, princess, you’re so good for me, go ahead, cream on Daddy’s cock. Wanna feel you around me.” It takes seconds, the combination of him thrusting so deep inside that you can feel it on your fucking cervix with the way he rubs your clit, along with the words he’s growling into your ear, it’s god damn magic, and you’re spasming around him in seconds, vision going white as your body goes limp. 
When you come to, you’re on your back on the bed, Yoongi between your legs and thrusting desperately into you. You whimper a little, the oversensitivity is always strong right after you cum. He shushes you softly, one hand moving to stroke your hair gently. 
“That’s it baby, you take me so well. Fuck, just love watching my cock disappear inside you, could watch that forever. God damn, princess, you are so good, such a good girl, you know that? Can’t wait to marry you, gonna fuck you like this forever, make sure every-fucking-body knows you’re mine.” Your breath catches in your throat, even in your fucked-out haze you know what he just said, but what-
“Fuck, that’s it, take it, princess, take my cum,” Yoongi’s panting on top of you as he comes, thick ropes coating your walls. You’re both breathless as he carefully removes the belt from around your neck, gentle and soft, before he collapses beside you with a huff. 
“Yoongi?” You say after a minute, still mostly breathless. He makes a small noise of acknowledgement, enough that you know he isn’t asleep yet. “Did you just...did you just propose to me in the middle of jealousy sex?”
“What? No, I didn’t-” He stops. “Fuck.”
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The Girl Next Door (Part 6) - Brothers
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Summary: Dean and the reader have their first proper date out and the reader makes a visit to see her brother...
The Girl Next Door Masterlist
Pairing: Neighbor/Mechanic!Dean x baker!reader
Word Count: 6,000ish
Warnings: language, angst, discussed past suicide attempt
A/N: Enjoy!
Reader’s POV
“Dean?” you asked when Dean had been driving for nearly half an hour that Sunday night for your date out. He hadn’t given you any hints before he’d left your house that morning, simply told you to wear something comfortable on your feet. “Where are we going?”
“Music festival,” he said with a smile. “They got food, beer, music. You’ll love it. I swear.”
“Thanks,” you said once you got a wristband at the gate and were wandering around with Dean about fifteen minutes later. He was munching on something called a donut burger but you weren’t daring enough to try that one out. You got some fried dough to snack on as you walked around, waiting for the music to start. Something touched your hand and it took a moment to realize it was Dean’s. He kept brushing it up against yours, not looking at you but you let yours bump back twice before he grabbed it and laced your fingers together.
You walked until you found a spot to watch the first act come out, done with your food by then and Dean returning to wrap his arms around you. You smiled, nuzzling back into his chest.
“Warmer?” he asked.
“I don’t remember the last time I got a hug was is all,” you said. You felt him squeeze you again, relaxing his arms as he lazily kept them around you. He moved a little to the music, even if the band playing was only the opener to the opener. After a while though he snuck off and returned with a box of cheesy fries, smiling as you shared them between the switch of bands.
“You know…” he said, popping a fry in his mouth. “This whole not getting hugs thing, totally not cool with me. You should get one at least once a day.”
“Are you volunteering your services?” you teased.
“Naturally,” he said, eating another fry. You rubbed your bare arm as the sun was starting to go down, Dean shrugging out of his flannel. He held it out and it took a moment for you to realize he was giving it to you. It was far too large but it smelled nice and was soft and warm around you. “Not get along with your family?”
“Jack, not so much,” you said, nibbling on a fry. “Our parents aren’t around anymore.”
“Sorry to hear that,” he said.
“Jack’s...not the most stable of people lately. We agreed that when he was better, I’d give him his half of what they left behind for us but…”
“But Jack didn’t seem so great this morning,” said Dean.
“He hasn’t been great a long time,” you said. “He’s better than he was though which is saying something.”
“Well I hope he gets the help he needs,” said Dean.
“Me too,” you said. Dean reached over and moved a piece of hair the wind had caught and tucked it behind your ear. He let his finger linger over your cheek, pulling it away to get more food. “Thanks for getting me out of the house.”
“Thanks for getting me out of the house,” he said.
“Sam doing okay?” you asked.
“Mhm. Told me about your jedi mind trick you did on him after I ran out with Avy. Thank you,” he said.
“I was just trying to help,” you said with a shrug.
“You know this music festival is here next weekend too if you’d like to come back,” he said. “Different bands and all that.”
“You think you’re getting a second date, Winchester?” you said. He shrugged, a shit eating grin on his face. “I’d love to.”
“Perfect,” he said.
You went back over to the stage when the next act came on, Dean’s arms around you again. The music was better this time around and you moved to the beat slowly, Dean following your lead as you stood in place. By the time the main act was up, you were glad Dean had given you his shirt, still toasty warm. You’d have to remember to bring something the next weekend. You nuzzled your cheek against his arm, forgetting where you were for a moment. Dean didn’t say anything though and simply kissed the top of your head.
“Want to head home?” he asked as the last song was ending. You nodded, taking your time to walk back to his car, holding hands once again.
The drive home felt much shorter and soon Dean was walking you to your door, giving your cheek a kiss.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said.
“Goodnight, Dean,” you said, giving one back. His lips twitched up, an ever so subtle tinge of pink on his face. “Dean?”
“Hm?” he hummed, halfway towards turning away. You’d taken off his flannel and were holding it out to him, Dean looking to it and back to you. “S’better on you anyways.”
“I mean obviously but…” you teased.
“Cute,” he said, flashing you a smirk. “See you around, sweetheart.”
“Later, Dean.”
“Please don’t, please don’t, please don’t,” you said, the box slipping from your hand the next morning. It was raining and you’d tried to rush as you tucked them away in your car but you were about five seconds away from losing the entire batch. You went down to your knee in the driveway, feeling it scrape open but you were able to rest it against the ground and get a better grip on the boxes. You winced as you stood up and got the boxes safely away in the back. “Ow. Fuck.”
“Hidy ho, neighbor,” teased Dean, he and Sam popping around the other side of the car, a pair of raincoats on them.
“Hey guys,” you said, slamming the trunk shut. “Taking a walk in the rain?”
“Sammy’s this close to going all Misery on me if I don’t take him out for fresh air every once in while,” said Dean, Sam narrowing his eyes at him.
“The doctors said light physical activity is good for me. Plus I’m not so dizzy anymore,” he said.
“Wait. You’re not dizzy when you’re regularly taking your medicine and resting? Who’d a thought?” teased Dean again.
“Oh come on, Sam. You really weren’t taking your stuff when you were supposed to?” you said. “No wonder you felt like shit.”
“No one ever said the Winchesters weren’t a stubborn bunch. God, Jess used to tell me that all the time,” he said.
“Shocking,” you said, both sets of eyes going down to your knee. “I gotta run and do these deliveries. Summer kid took the day off again.”
“Let’s get that taken care of first?” said Dean, nodding to your cut. You rolled your eyes but waved them onto the porch out of the weather, both of them humming at the smell coming through the open front door. “That smells amazing.”
“Always smells extra good in here on rainy days,” you said, heading back to the kitchen. You stuck a band aid on your knee, both of them cocking their heads from the front door. You groaned and ripped it off, getting a bottle of alcohol and cleaned off the cut in view of them, slapping a bigger bandage on. “You two happy now?”
“For the most part,” said Dean. You popped back outside and locked up the front door, throwing up your hood under the porch. You were slower on your knee, Dean turning to Sam. “Hey, Y/N. Want some company this morning? Free manual labor in it for ya. This one could do for a field trip.”
“Dean. We annoy Y/N enough as it is,” said Sam.
“Well my track record this morning isn’t so great. As long as Sam doesn’t do any lifting, you guys can tag along. Kind of boring is all,” you said.
“I mean, I will take literally any kind of adult interaction I can get,” said Sam.
“Alright then. Hop in.”
“Ah, Sinful Sweets. Best part of my day,” said Teddy, giving you a smile when Dean set down a box of mixed pastries on the counter.
“I always thought the cafe here made their own desserts,” said Dean.
“Eh, we used to. We’re more restaurant now than back then. We still get the avid morning crowd that wants a danish to bring to work though,” he said. Dean hummed and you headed out, getting a tsk from him once you were outside and heading for the car.
“You really sell your stuff in there and let them claim it as their own?” said Dean.
“They’re a consistent customer,” you said with a shrug.
“Doesn’t seem right, with how hard you work and all,” he said.
“I don’t need a big bakery with all the overhead. The way things work now is fine,” you said.
“Alright. Where’s our next stop?” he asked.
“I got a platter of cookies to deliver to the barber shop and then I was probably going to grab lunch at the diner,” you said. “You can join if you’d like. I got...stuff I’d rather do on my own after that though.”
“Maybe Sammy and I’ll go have lunch with the boys at the garage,” said Dean as he smiled at you. “I got a feeling we may be starting to actually annoy you.”
“No. I’m just...busy this afternoon,” you said. “I’ll take the company any other time though, seriously.”
“Well, uh, let’s do this last delivery so we can grab some grub, hm?”
You took a deep breath as you walked into the waiting room two hours later, signing in and barely sitting down before a nurse grabbed you. You followed her back down the hall, entering the room and taking a seat on the couch by Jack. He picked at a thread on the pillow, doing his best to pretend you weren’t there.
“Hey,” you said.
“Did you really have to call them on me? Do you know how much trouble you got me in?” he said, shoving the pillow aside as he glared at you.
“If you had rang my doorbell and politely asked about your share of the inheritance, I wouldn’t have needed to,” you shot back.
“They questioned me if I’m a danger to myself or others,” he said.
“Are you?” you asked.
“No!” he shouted, just in time for a doctor to walk in the room. “Great. Dr. Evil is here.”
“Everything alright in here?” asked Dr. Hank, taking a seat across from you both.
“Peachy,” grumbled Jack.
“Jack. We’re here today to talk about what happened yesterday morning. You showed up at your sister’s home unannounced,” he said.
“Lots of people drop by families houses unannounced all the time,” said Jack.
“You aren’t allowed to do that and you know that,” he said.
“Why not?” you asked. You caught the flash of surprise on Jack’s face as the doctor turned his attention on you. “He does kind of have a point. People do that.”
“Yes but we are trying to put structure back in Jack’s life here-”
“Control,” mumbled Jack.
“...Structure in Jack’s life,” said the doctor with what looked like a glare in Jack’s direction. “Your brother has certain rules, as do all our patients, when it comes to day passes.”
“Listen. I get it. I think Jack gets that we aren’t at that point in our relationship to be free to walk in and out of each other’s spaces,” you said, Jack staring at the floor. “But the reason I came here is to understand why you wanted your share of the money right then and there.”
Jack shrugged, the doctor sighing.
“Your sister asked a question, Jack.”
“I’m the older brother,” mumbled Jack.
“Do you need help with something?” you asked. Jack laughed, staring at you.
“Help? I want to go home. I’m tired of doing what other people tell me all day long. You say one little sarcastic thing here you get locked in your room for the day with nothing to do or you get privileges revoked or they make you feel like an idiot. Structure? I’m not even allowed to choose when to go sleep, when to wake up, when I can eat, what I can eat. I have no control over anything in my life and the second I try and get some here, I get in trouble and- ”
“That’s enough Jack,” said Dr. Hank. You looked at Jack, saw the way he was staring at you. You’d seen it before.
The way Sam looked up at Dean in the backyard after the fire. The way Sam looked up at you in Avy’s room on Saturday night. The way Jack had looked at you the night you came to the decision to send him to that facility.
He was asking for your help. Only this time he wanted help with something else.
To leave.
“I will not give you your inheritance,” you said, Jack blank faced. “But I will take you out of here and you can stay with me if you listen to my rules and I mean all of them.”
“I don’t think-”
“Quiet,” you shot at the doctor. “I sent my brother here to get help. It’s been a year. You’re clearly not helping so I’m taking him.”
“He may be a threat to-”
“Jack. Do you want to live? Yes or no?” you asked.
“Yes,” he said quietly.
“You gonna hurt me if I yell at you for breaking a rule?” you asked. He shook his head.
“No. Never,” he said.
“Great. No threat. Now I’m taking him home right now or I’m getting my neighbor’s law firm on the phone. Your choice.”
“Jack,” you said, rubbing your temples as you drove him back to your house. “Yesterday. You don’t want the money do you. You wanted to runaway. That’s what you wanted it for. Isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” he mumbled from the passenger seat.
“Why didn’t you say something?” you asked. “I could have done something.”
“Cause you hate me,” he said, staring out the window.
“I don’t hate you,” you said.
“I hate me.”
You pulled over on the highway, Jack frowning at you.
“Our first new rule is you talk to me. You didn’t talk to me, didn’t talk to anyone back then. I’m not going to let that happen again, alright?” you said.
“I’m older. I’m supposed to take care of you, not the other way around,” he said.
“I don’t care. Besides, you’re only two years older, doofus,” you said. “Second rule. You will go to a therapist we pick out together, daily.”
“Y/N. I didn’t like-”
“Third rule. You don’t have to be scared. Crack a joke or make a comment. You can still be you, Jack. Eat what you want when you want. Stay up late and sleep in. You decide those things. I don’t want some mindless thing running around. I want my brother. I want a happy big brother. That’s all,” you said. “And I’m sorry I haven’t been by to visit since Christmas. That was wrong of me.”
“I did sort of yell at you last time. It’s okay,” he said, running his hands up and down his thighs. “I’m sorry.”
“I forgive you,” you said. He froze, swallowing hard. “I forgive you, Jack. Nothing you did was your fault. Let’s go home now, okay? We can run to the store and get you anything you want on the way. Some new clothes, maybe some food you’d like in the house. I got a whole bunch of lemon cookies on the counter. You love those.”
“You can’t possibly forgive me,” he said quietly.
“I’ve had a pretty good reminder lately of how siblings are supposed to treat one another. We’ve been doing a shitty job of it for years. So we go home and we start over,” you said. “Deal?”
“Just don’t send me back there and you got whatever you want.”
“I want you to get a job too, Jack,” you said, getting out of the car a few hours later, bags in hand. “Something part-time right now.”
“A job?” he asked.
“Yes. You need money to buy yourself things you want and I want you back out in the real world, not whatever crap they’ve been shoving down your throat the past year,” you said.
“You could have left me there,” he said, stopping halfway up the driveway.
“Once you settle in, I want us two to talk. Something...something seems really off about that place and with you Jack. I want you to stop taking any medicine they gave you until you see a new doctor. We can look tomorrow,” you said.
“Do we have to?” he groaned.
“Until I’m not afraid that every time I leave the house I’m going to come home and find something horrifying, then yeah, you’re seeing a therapist. I think it’ll be good for you,” you said. “Come on. We’ll order pizza, get you moved in.”
You both watched a soccer ball come rolling up to you a few seconds later, Avy and Dean out in the front yard, Sam laughing from the front porch, probably at Dean for kicking it so hard if you had to guess.
“Nosey neighbor?” asked Jack.
“Those are the Winchesters. I just started dating the one walking over here so play nicer than you did yesterday, please,” you said.
“Hey,” said Dean, nodding when he saw you and Jack standing there. “Sorry about that. I forget my own strength sometimes.”
You giggled, cutting it off when you saw Dean staring at Jack.
“I’m moving in,” blurted out Jack. Dean hummed, giving him a smile. “Until I’m...better. Feeling better. On my own two feet.”
“Alright. Be nice to your sister for me. You ever need somethin’, just come on over. We’re going through our own thing right now but Y/N’s had our backs more than once. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of you, Jack,” said Dean. Jack nodded, Dean doing the same back. “Y/N we uh, wanted to invite you over for dinner. Sammy’s in the mood to cook with some supervision of course. Jack, you’re welcome to join us.”
“Y/N can go. I can get...” he trailed off when he caught your face.
“We’ll be over in a little while if that’s okay?” you asked. Dean smiled and pecked a quick kiss on your lips before he headed back with the ball. “You just can’t stand to go like, four hours without seeing me, can you?”
“Even four hours is too long, sweetheart!” he laughed, kicking the ball back across the yards and over to Avy.
“He’s a dork,” you said, waving Jack with you to the front porch. “We’ll get pizza tomorrow. I promise.”
Half an hour later, Jack had his room settled and knew the ground rules you’d set for him. He would go to therapy every day during the work week and he’d find a part-time job to work at. You’d help him get a car if he decided he wanted one in a little while but for now you were driving him around. His curfew was nine during the week and ten on the weekends unless he was out with you and he most certainly did not want to find out what happened if he lied to you.
“Jack? You ready to go to dinner?” you shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
“Do I have to?” asked Jack.
“Yes,” you said, leaning against the door to his new room.
“Why? It’s your boyfriend and his family,” he said.
“Because Dean was nice enough to invite you. He would very much like you to feel good again too,” you said. Jack lifted his chin. “No, I didn’t tell him anything specific. Just said you had some stuff going on.”
“What? Don’t want your boyfriend to know your brother tried to off himself?” he said, smirking as he walked down the stairs. You shut your eyes and took a deep breath. “That was a joke by the way.”
“I haven’t known Dean very long. I don’t share things like that yet and it’s not really mine to share,” you said as you followed after him.
“You like this guy, huh,” he said. “You seem different from Christmas. Happier.”
“Slowly getting there. The Winchesters...their family has their own problems but they stick together. I figured...maybe we could try that,” you said.
“Y/N,” said Jack with a smile. “What happened...that’s not something I don’t think I can ever get over. I have to live with it.”
“Yeah. You do. But you’re going to live with it. You’re not leaving me too, you got it? Or else I’m going to kick your ghost ass,” you said.
“You always lost when we wrestled,” he said.
“Maybe I just let you win,” you said, grabbing the container off the front table. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” he said.
“It’s only three of them,” you said as you locked up after the two of you and cut across the yards. “Sam’s the tall guy in the beanie. Avy’s Sam’s six year old daughter. Dean’s temporarily living with them while Sam’s recovering from a car accident.”
“Must have been pretty serious,” said Jack, pausing at the bottom of their porch.
“It was. Come on, Jackie,” you said, holding out your hand.
“You haven’t called me that in a decade,” he said.
“Better get used to it again,” you said, tugging him up the steps. You rang the doorbell, Avy popping around the corner, giving you a smile. “Hey, cutie. I brought some lemon cookies for dessert.”
“You’re the best neighbor ever,” she said, opening the door for you. You laughed and handed her the container, stepping inside and slipping off your shoes. “Hi.”
“Hi,” said Jack, taking off his sneakers. “Uh, I’m Jack, Y/N’s brother.”
“Do you make cookies too?” she asked.
“No. Y/N’s the baker,” he said, giving her a smile. She took off for the kitchen, the both of you heading over to it, Dean watching Sam like a hawk from the countertop.
“Dean. There is such a thing as personal space,” said Sam while he worked over the stove.
“I mean, we’re all used to that horrendously ugly mug of yours but if you decide to pass out, I’d rather we not go to the hospital for the third time in a week, hm?” said Dean.
“I loathe you,” said Sam.
“Yup. These guys are definitely brothers,” said Jack. Sam turned away, Dean nudging him that he’d take over. Sam gave him a nod when Dean hopped to the ground and swapped places with him. “I’m Jack. Dean said it was cool if I stopped by.”
“No, no. That’s great. Y/N’s family is plenty welcome,” said Sam. “Dean said you’re moving in?”
“Yeah, for a while,” said Jack, glancing at you. “Until my new warden says I’m allowed to go.”
“I got one of those too,” said Sam, pointing over his shoulder at Dean.
“Maybe we can swap sometime,” said Jack. Sam laughed, Dean narrowing his eyes at Sam when he spun around.
“Hey, meat’s done. Finish making your tacos yourself. We’re hungry,” said Dean, patting Sam’s arm.
“Alright, bossy,” said Sam. Jack raised an eyebrow in your direction but you shook your head. “I had a bit of head trauma. Tonight’s the first night I’ve been allowed to actually cook since it happened. Dean’s a worrier if you couldn’t tell.”
“I think I got that part,” said Jack. Dean rolled his eyes and went over to get a cookie but Avy frowned and shook her head at him.
“Come on, Avy. One?” he asked.
“You’ll spoil your dinner,” she said, walking past him, Sam giving her a fist bump along the way.
“That’s my girl,” he said. “Avy, you help Uncle Dean with the plates while I whip these up.”
“You got it,” she said. You got a drink for Jack and yourself from the fridge, Dean nodding for everybody to eat outside on the back porch. It took a few trips but eventually everything made it out there.
Jack and Dean were both pretty quiet, mostly listening to Avy talk about her summer camp, Sam asking questions every so often. She got bored quickly though and went over to her swing set, playing on it while Sam kept an eye on her from his seat.
“Medicine?” asked Dean. Sam sighed and stood up, returning after a minute. “Good boy.”
“So, Jack. What do you do for a living?” asked Sam.
“Nothing at the moment. I need a part time job. I’m looking for one,” said Jack quickly.
“You ever work on cars?” asked Dean. Jack shook his head but Dean shrugged. “I work at Hunter’s over on main. Our old boss just retired last week and we could use a guy. As long as you’re not a complete idiot and got a clean driving record, we could-”
���I don’t know anything about cars,” he said. Dean stared at him.
“Eh, we’ll keep you to the basics at first. Pays pretty good, even part time.”
“Yeah, I think that sounds good for you, Jack,” you said.
“Uh, thank you. I appreciate it,” said Jack.
“Great. Now Benny will get off my ass about finding extra help,” teased Dean.
“You know, I really don’t need-” started Sam, Dean cutting him off.
“Sammy,” said Dean. “Enough. You’re not working in the garage.”
“Sorry,” mumbled Sam, staring out at the yard.
“So this is your house Sam?” asked Jack after a moment. Sam hummed, giving Jack a soft smile.
“Yeah. I was a lawyer before all this. My wife and I...our old house had a fire, about four years ago. Avy and I moved in here after that. We crashed at Dean’s for a month or so,” said Sam. “It’s a beautiful neighborhood. S’nice place to recover from stuff in.”
“I hope so,” said Jack. Sam raised an eyebrow, Jack looking to you. “Just tell your friends about me already.”
“If you want to, you can but you don’t have to,” you said.
“I tried to kill myself about a year ago,” said Jack. Sam blinked a few times and nodded, Dean remaining quiet from his corner of the table. “I got in a nasty fight with our parents. I don’t even remember what over. I left their place and went back to mine. Y/N and I didn’t talk so much then. She was off being a med student and the good child and I was...depression runs in our family apparently. Dad had it, kept it quiet. Life seemed...it seemed better if I went away. So I took a bunch of stuff...and I got a text from Y/N saying I better call her because I’d really scared her based on what mom and dad had said when they’d just talked. I thought what had I just done but I could already feel it all...stuff was shutting down. I called for an ambulance and called my parents and I guess they sped over and it was rainy out and…”
“And our parents caused the big pile up on Highway 12 last year,” you said, resting your head in your hand.
“That’s why you left med school,” said Dean.
“I saw so much that night and thought what idiot was speeding in the rain like that,” you said. “Turned out it was our parents and they came in...I had to identify them...and then I find Jack in stall twenty mid-overdose and it’s a miracle he had no permanent damage,” you said, Jack looking down at the table. “I sent him away to get help but when I went there today, I realized I just put him somewhere I wouldn’t have to deal with him. He wasn’t getting help there. Jack, you barely look up when people are talking to you anymore. I bet that place made you feel even shittier about yourself, not better.”
“Jack,” said Sam, putting his hand on the table. “I’m sorry if this is too personal but were you at Bryerwood by any chance? Up north a ways?”
“Actually, yeah,” said Jack, turning his head. “Why?”
“Nothing,” said Sam, shaking his head. “I can’t disclose other cases.”
“That’s lawyer talk for that place is sketchy,” said Dean.
“Jack...if you ever felt...inappropriate things took place there or you experienced them, I’d like to put you in contact with another lawyer at our firm. This may be...a possible class action type of situation,” he said.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what those things would have been. I don’t think I could tell the difference right now,” said Jack. You closed your eyes, Dean’s hand sneaking under the table to give your free hand a squeeze.
“Well I’m sure your sister will get your head on right. Hell, she’s been helping me do it and she probably didn’t even notice,” said Dean. You opened your mouth but Jack beat you to it.
“But you’re not nuts,” said Jack.
“You’re not nuts either, Jack,” you said. “You were sad and lonely and I was a workaholic and so were mom and dad and...we screwed up and didn’t help you. Their tough love crap made it impossible to talk to them about what we needed or wanted. I get that. I didn’t even want to be a doctor, Jack. You were brave enough to at least go your own way. I’m sorry none of us helped you and that I basically ignored you the past year.”
“You were going through your own stuff,” said Jack. “It’s not your fault. I’m the one with the messed up head.”
“Can we talk about something else?” you asked. Dean started asking Jack a few things about cars and music. You tuned them out, Sam’s voice piping in every so often. You heard a laugh, one of them belonging to Jack. Something was nudging you and you realized it was Dean poking you in the ribs.
“Want to take a walk? Jack’s going to hang back with Sam and Avy,” said Dean. You stood up with him, glad to get some time alone. You were partway down the block when Dean wrapped his hand around yours. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Sorry. That was...sorry. That was way more family drama than you needed to hear,” you said, taking a deep breath. A finger tapped under your chin and you moved your head up, Dean offering a sweet smile to you.
“Hey. You’ve been there for us with our crap. We can be there for you and Jack’s crap too,” he said.
“People aren’t as sweet as you, you know,” you said.
“Yeah they are. Thankfully I got my own sweetie right here,” he said, bumping your hip. You let out a small laugh, Dean walking closer to you. “I think it takes a lot of guts to help out your brother like that.”
“I should have-”
“Should have what? You had trauma that night too from the sounds of it. I’m sure you were trying to do the best thing for him, send him to a place that would help him. You weren’t in the right frame of mind to take care of him. Now...maybe you are,” he said.
“Yesterday morning, I thought he was just pissed off Jack again. He was asking me to get him out of there and I didn’t realize.”
“Jack’s a big boy. He could have spoken up,” said Dean.
“Who knows what they’ve been drilling in his head the past year though. He didn’t used to be so timid. Always a little innocent but...then Sam said-”
“Hey. Jack’s not there anymore and maybe once he starts talking to a good doctor, he’ll want to share some of those things but right now, just focus on the fact that Jack is probably happy tonight for the first time in a long time,” said Dean.
“I don’t know if he even knows what happy is anymore,” you said. Dean shrugged, kicking a rock with his sneaker.
“He’ll learn,” said Dean. “How are you holding up?”
“Me? I’m fine,” you said.
“Ah. Well. I’m fine too,” he said. You twitched up your lip, leaning your head against his shoulder. “You know, all that stuff you guys were talking about, it wasn’t your fault either.”
“There were so many things I could have done differently,” you said.
“You know Sammy’s accident? We had a little fight before that,” said Dean. You lifted your head, Dean swinging your hands together. “Avy was already in bed. I called him and bitched him out, told him to get his ass home and stop working so much. Sammy got pissed and I got pissed and he said fine and then got in his car. If I hadn’t of done that...Sammy wouldn’t have been in that accident.”
“But you had no control over that other driver,” you said. “Or that Sam would choose that moment to leave work.”
“Just like you have no control over an argument you weren’t involved in and a brother that never told you how low he felt and parents that decided to speed in the rain and the rest of it. Neither one of us had control. I’ll be honest, I was feeling pretty shitty about that whole thing until I started hanging out with you. So you don’t feel shitty either, alright?”
“Okay,” you said, squeezing his hand.
“Okay then,” he said. “You know...there’s a practice in town that’s a pretty good. Our parents went to him when they had marriage problems.”
“Your parents don’t seem the type,” you said.
“My deep seeded fear of commitment comes from them,” said Dean.
“Yet we’re dating,” you said.
“You must be extra special then,” he said. You cocked your head, Dean darting his eyes down to your lips. “I moved in to take care of my brother, not fall for the girl next door you know.”
“How’s that working out for ya?” you asked.
“Horrible,” he said, pressing his lips to yours. “You taste like sugar. How do you always taste like sugar…”
“Fancy thing called chapstick,” you teased.
“Never heard of it,” he laughed, spinning you around before walking again.
“Dean,” you said, grabbing his arm and wrapping yours around.
“Mhm?”
“I’m very happy I met you,” you said.
“Me too, sweetheart.”
A/N: Read Part 7 here!
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what’re your feelings about the jolly rancher bath?
He thinks, even as he’s doing it, that the bit is coming off a bit hysterical. It’s that same weird feeling as a panic attack without actually getting that bad. 
Adrenaline, he supposes. It always hits him at the strangest times, and he’s not-- 
Look, he’s not an idiot, okay? He knows when too much is too much and when too much is maybe not enough for what they’re going for. This is leaning more and more into the too much area. He’s going on and on about the mob of all things, like they’ve got anything to actually be afraid of, and he can-- 
Oh, now he hears Link. 
He’s just talking. 
Calm and serious and guiding Rhett away from his own frantic thought process, the joke that’s not really feeling like a joke anymore. And it’s weird how that’s working. It’s weird how Link just keeps barreling through this whole thing without laughing even a little, staying calm and serious. 
His voice never changes pitch or tone. He just directs Rhett’s attention away until he’s asking what color he wants, and Rhett’s never been one to turn down food. 
So he says, “Blue.” 
That’s his favorite one, so of course he listens when Link motions to lean his head back, opens his mouth for the candy. Of course he does. Why wouldn’t he? 
Why does this feel so weird? 
Not bad. Not bad weird at all. Just weird. 
He hears a, “Good work, Rhett,” Link’s face not changing, and the cameras are still rolling when he says, “Feel better?” 
It’s almost tender. It’s definitely comforting. So Rhett nods, doesn’t make eye-contact because he doesn’t want to know what’ll happen if he does. 
But Link must catch on because he says, “Hey, hey. Look at me, yeah?” 
So Rhett does, not feeling much like talking for some reason. And Link still looks serious and calm, like he’s in charge of something Rhett’s not privy to. He asks, “Do you feel better?” 
When Rhett nods again, Link furrows his brow. “Can you talk?” And that’s a weird-- 
That’s weird. Of course Rhett can talk, he just doesn’t want to right now. He feels better when he doesn’t think about talking, about using his head for anything other than listening and eating this candy. He feels better like this. 
So he shrugs. 
And Link signals for them to cut the cameras, says they’re going to take a break, and Rhett’s a little fuzzy on the rest of it all, if he’s honest. He knows Link walks with him to the office, a firm hand on the small of his back the whole way. He also knows nobody in the crew really looks at him while they leave, focus more on the equipment and their phones than anything. 
But he couldn’t tell you why. He couldn’t tell you what’s so weird or why not talking is helping that fluttering feeling in his chest go away. Honestly, he couldn’t even tell you what that fluttering feeling was. 
Is. 
It’s still there, just, just less intense. An afterthought. 
Link’s hand is still on the small of his back, and Rhett’s almost done with the candy. He pulls a face of annoyance when they walk through the office doors and he crunches down on the tiny sliver of candy still on his tongue. 
“Here,” Link is saying, unwrapping another candy and handing it out for Rhett to take. 
When he goes to grab it with his fingers, though, he moves it and tsks in a way that blooms with heat in Rhett’s stomach. 
“Didn’t say you could use your hands, man,” Link says. It’s weird. 
Why wouldn’t Rhett use his hands? Why would he need permission? And-- 
Oh. Oh, shit. Fuck. 
Fuck, that’s. 
There are tears in his eyes before he realizes he’s feeling like that, and Link hums, lifts the candy to Rhett’s mouth for him, grins a little when he opens his mouth for it. 
And then he’s saying, “Cry if you gotta cry, Rhett.” 
But he doesn’t, so he shakes his head, sniffs hard to prove his point. He just doesn’t feel like talking. He doesn’t feel like having to explain what he’s feeling because he doesn’t know. It’s just chaos, mostly.  
“I think that was probably too much for you, man,” Link says, and he sounds a little concerned. Like this seriously messed Rhett up or something. 
It was just jolly ranchers. 
It was candy. 
He’s fine. 
But then Link says, “Compression’s your thing, huh?” and it might be a joke, but Rhett can’t tell. “Come here,” and he’s walking to the couch. 
Maybe he shouldn’t. Maybe he should open his mouth and say a single damn thing, but instead he listens. When he sits on the couch, it feels a little bit like he’s giving permission, and he’d be worried if it weren’t Link he was looking at. He’d be worried if he didn’t sort of feel like everything in him was shaking loose all at once. 
“Lie down,” Link murmurs, and he he listens then, too. 
Face up on the couch, he watches the ceiling expand and contract around him in time with his breathing. He feels so small, like this, exposed and raw, and there’s a beat before Link is saying, “I need you to tell me if you don’t want this. Doesn’t gotta be words, but squeeze my hand if you need me to stop.” 
And before Rhett can process what’s happening, he’s got Link on top of him, chest-to-chest, resting his head on Rhett’s chest a bit hesitantly. His hair tickles Rhett’s neck, and then everything settles. 
This is different than the jolly ranchers. 
That was overwhelming, he thinks. All of it at once, the panic of not being able to get up as he sat. This is better. 
This is more distributed, something warm and heavy and across the entirety of him as opposed to being rained down on top of him in waves of pressure. And there’s something about the weight that’s good, that’s settling whatever chaos had built in his chest. He doesn’t feel like talking yet, but he thinks maybe he will in a bit. 
He thinks maybe Link is just settling whatever panic the whole jolly rancher bath brought on. 
Eyes falling shut, he focuses on the way Link is breathing with him, how both of them expand and contract with the ceiling now. It’s nice. His thoughts go soft around the edges, feel a little less extreme than they did. 
The storm building under his skin subsides. It takes probably ten minutes, but Link doesn’t move, doesn’t talk or shift or do anything but rest on top of Rhett, letting those feeling s eek out of him. 
“Okay,” Rhett finally says, his voice soft and small and cracking around the edges. 
“Okay?” Link asks, and he sounds dreary, quiet and curious. Rhett can hear his grin, but that’s okay. He doesn’t mind. 
He feels better. 
“Yeah,” Rhett says. It’s the best he can do right now, but Link gets it and sits up, avoids putting too much pressure on Rhett as they shift so they can share the couch. 
“You alright, man?” he asks, putting a hand on Rhett’s thigh. 
“Mm,” Rhett hums, nodding his head. 
“No more of that. I’ll let them know, okay? We won’t do that again,” he promises, and Rhett lets his eyes fall shut again. 
He scrubs over his face with his hands. 
When he nods, it feels like he’s admitting something, but that’s okay, too. 
He’s okay. 
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this isn't what i meant by family bonding - jeongcheol ft. chan
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genre: fluff and slight angst but really it's just panic
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ok i should've been more detailed and through but no. but anyways!! enjoy hahaha
in which seungcheol, jeonghan, and their baby chan go to ikea to do some family bonding. and of course, things go wrong.
Seungcheol loves his family, he really does, but sometimes... just sometimes, he contemplates every choice he's made ever made during his twenty-four years of being alive; especially the one that led to being in Ikea at eleven in the morning, barely awake as he pushes a large metal cart through the household emporium. But Seungcheol manages to refrain from dozing off, mainly because his toddler son, Chan, keeps slapping his face with his tiny baby hands.
That and the fact that he knows Jeonghan will throw a fit if he doesn't participate in their 'family bonding.'
So he listens to Jeonghan's endless, out loud debate with himself about what chairs they should get for their dining room. Seungcheol would be concerned about his husband's behavior if he didn't know him--- but he does know him, so he's gotten used to Jeonghan's nit-picky, overthinking personality.
(And his tendency to do too much.)
"Okay, okay, okay," Jeonghan says as if he's starting a powerpoint presentation to pitch an idea. "Which one says, 'financially stable, but mentally unstable'?" Before Seungcheol knows it, his husband is already dragging a random chair next to the one in front of him. One chair is dark brown while the other chair is light brown. Other than that they look highly similar. "Nordviken or Lerhamn?"
Seungcheol looks at each one, trying to form an opinion that doesn't exist. Finally, he replies, "Um, the one that sounds less German."
"It's Swedish!" Jeonghan overdramatically exclaims, obviously appalled by his husband's lack of knowledge about the cultural origins of the company. "How can you even say that?"
Seungcheol doesn't answer Jeonghan's question and instead replies with, "...I love you?"
"I love you too," Jeonghan says, fondness in his voice, before he adding, "But go choke."
Chan giggles and lightly smacks Seungcheol's right cheek again, legs kicking in the front of the cart. In a giddy tone, he repeats, "Yeah, appa, go choke!"
Jeonghan shoots Seungcheol a glare as if it was his fault for their son saying that, and turns to the boy sitting in the seat in the cart. Instantaneously, he switches to his angelic, paternal side, going all heart-eyes when he sees Chan.
"Channie, don't say that to appa, okay? I'm the only one who can say that," Jeonghan tells his son, who is carefully listening to him, lips cutely pressing together.
"Okay," Chan says, in tiny font voice.
Jeonghan fixes Chan's baby hairs. His four-year-old son sways side to side, his heavy lil' head making him unbalanced, but adorable nonetheless.
"Whose baby are you?" Jeonghan asks Chan, who happily responds, "Appa's!"
This makes Jeonghan squish Chan's soft cheeks more than he already is, a little blush forming upon them. "That's right! You're my baby," Jeonghan says, acting like he hasn't heard his son say this before. He nuzzles their noses together and gives Chan three pecks on the same cheek. "Jeonghannie's baby!"
Seungcheol sighs, but a small smile graces his face. Then, he jokingly remarks, "Hey, you make it sound like you're a single parent."
Jeonghan whips around to acknowledge his husband and gives him a little huff, "I might be if you don't help me pick out some go---" Chan looks at him. "---gosh darn furniture. We can't keep eating and sleeping on the floor forever."
"What? We can't?" Seungcheol responds, cheekily. "I was totally into this camping indoors thing we had going on." A random stuffed animal prop is thrown at Seungcheol's face by Jeonghan, which he barely dodges. "I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding," he laughs, before reassuring his husband, "We're going to get the chairs, the bed, and everything else, and then we'll have our dream home and live happily ever after. The end."
His effort at soothing Jeonghan works, or at least, for the most part. "Speaking of beds, honey, it would splendid if you could browse for some while I look at these chairs again."
Seungcheol grins confidently, ready to take on the task. "Alright, no problem. You'll be saying, 'Wow this bed is so nice, I might f---" Chan slaps at his head. "---frick you in it.'" Seungcheol repeats in a small coo, "Frick."
Chan giggles and tries to bite Seungcheol's finger, failing to his utter disappointment. Jeonghan tsks, then begins to take the cart from Seungcheol's hands. "Well, appa, me and Channie will be over here---"
"I'll take Chan," Seungcheol tells Jeonghan. "You're always smothering him and we barely get to hang out. Plus you'll probably be too distracted by him to find the best chair ever, you know?" Seungcheol unbuckles Chan and takes the small boy into his arms. Chan pinches Seungcheol's cheek with his fingers. "So just leave him to me, we'll be fine, and I'll call you when we're done!"
Before Jeonghan can even attempt to argue, Seungcheol gives him a kiss on the cheek, and Chan does the same.
He can't say no to that, can he?
---
Seungcheol doesn't know what happened. One minute, he and Chan were looking at beds, jumping on them, and feeling how utterly soft they were when they laid down against them. The next minute, he was sleeping with Chan on his chest, on one of the king-sized showroom beds, only to be awoken by a concerned employee who awkwardly informs him, "Sir, these beds are only for display..."
Bashfully, Seungcheol apologizes and pulls himself together, away from the heaven he called a mattress. Whew, I must've been tired, the man thought, I really dozed off in the middle of a store.
"Channie, we gotta go, baby," Seungcheol mumbles, rubbing his eyes. Then he yawns. "Appa is going to be wondering why we haven't called him yet." Jeonghan was probably going to gripe about how they were going to miss all of the Swedish meatballs in the cafeteria and Chan would never have the full Ikea experience. Oh, the woe.
"Sir, who are you talking to?" the same employee says, still standing there, creeping the shit out of Seungcheol, who is now confused. "Are you talking to me? Because my name is Mingyu---"
"What?" Seungcheol asks, wondering if he isn't registering this conversation properly. "I'm talking to my son?"
The employee--- Mingyu--- scrunches his eyebrows and double-checks the space around Seungcheol, who is doing the same thing. "Son?"
Seungcheol's eyes go wide with realization when he sees that there's no little boy on the bed, under the bed, or within the bedsheets. (Yes, he really checked.) Quickly, his line of sight shifts from showroom to showroom, none showing signs of a little three-year-old boy.
"My son," Seungcheol says, agape. He can't form sentences because he's too shocked and can't fathom anything right now. "Who isn't here."
Apprehension blooms in Mingyu as he finds himself caught in a very unlucky and serious situation, but tries to calm the storm before it starts. "Sir, I'll call security and have someone announce that there is a missing child---"
Seungcheol shakes his head back and forth, and so do his hands. "No, no, no, please don't announce it. My husband will hear and he will have my ass---"
"Hear what?" a familiar voice asks, "And have your ass? For what reason?"
Jeonghan, who had been finding his way to the bed section, tilts his head with curiosity. Its a shame really, because his face is so soft right now, and Seungcheol doesn't want to be the one to ruin that innocent expression. And he certainly doesn't want to be the bearer of bad news, but of course, he can't avoid the question. And he also can't lie for shit.
So he looks up, down, left, right, and then all around before mumuring, "...Channie... I can't find him."
Jeonghan laughs, not getting it. "Were you guys playing hide and seek or something?" Seungcheol avoids eye contact with his husband, ashamed of himself, but also scared. "Is he around here?"
Seungcheol opens his mouth, then closes it, and then: "Uhm... not really?"
"What do you mean, 'not really?'"
"Not really... as in... not really, I just uh, fell asleep on one of these beds, which are, um, well, really comfortable and soft enough to make you wanna sleep in it if you're... you know, sleepy, haha, and um, well, when I woke up he was kinda gone..?"
Jeonghan stares at him. There's no emotion on his face, but Seungcheol knows to take a couple of steps back. "Kinda gone?"
"Totally gone," Mingyu adds, earning a smack from Seungcheol, a stranger.
"TOTALLY GONE?!" Jeonghan explodes, causing both Seungcheol and Mingyu to wince. "I left you with our son, OUR son, for like what? Thirty minutes? You couldn't watch him for thirty minutes?"
Seungcheol grabs at his husband's shoulders and tries to calm him down, but is panicking himself. "Hannie, Hannie, I'm sorry, this is my fault---"
"IT IS YOUR FAULT, YOU ASSHOLE---"
"Calling me an asshole won't fix anything---"
"It won't! But it will make me feel a lot better!"
"You guys, please--- OW, WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME?!"
"YOU'RE IN THE WAY---"
Jeonghan is about to snap when they all hear, "Appa?"
The sound of a familiar tiny voice makes them both turn around, slowly. And when they do, it's their son, all of him, in one piece, even his chubby cheeks and choppy hair (still flicking upwards).  With him is another adult, holding his hand, sharp eyes looking from side to side at the mess in front of him. "So, I found... this young man wandering around the downstairs cafeteria."
Chan cheerfully holds up a meatball in his barefist, getting smooshed. With some food in his mouth he says, "Woo Woo got me food!"
Mingyu snickers, "Woo Woo?"
Wonwoo--- it says that on his chest--- refrains from flipping his fellow employee off and instead looks to the parents. "I've been asking everyone if they knew who this boy was, and then I got the message from Mingyu that a boy was missing... and then... well, you guys were obviously upset, so I put two and two together."
Chan lets go of Wonwoo's hand and runs into Seungcheol's arms. Seungcheol easily lifts him into the air and then kisses his face all over, not even noticing the tears of relief and happiness running down his cheeks. "You little rascal... I'm sorry."
Jeonghan joins to the reunion, also crying, but harder. A smile is on his face, though, while he leans into the other two loves of his life. "Stupid... this isn't what I meant by family bonding... Ugh."
All of these tears confuse Chan, who frowns and, with his free hand, wipes at them off their faces. "What's wrong, appa?"
"Nothing," Jeonghan answers, as Seungcheol's head leans against his. "We just love you so much, it hurts!"
Chan kisses both of their cheeks, and a warm feeling covers all of them like a blanket, right in the middle of Ikea.
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grinch-003 · 3 years
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UNDERSIDE (Test version) chapter 4
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Chapter 4: “Project: “Fragmentation” 
 DAY: 23 AUGUST 
 YEAR: 2032 
 TIME: 7:19 PM
[“Cage”…]
Jack: (Exhales black smoke)
Alphys: (Not far from “Cage”) A–are okay th–there, Jack…?
Jack: (All black) (Looks down) Kinda, Al…kinda…                                  (Walls are covered with scratches)
[6 hours ago…]
[Area #5…]
Jack: (Exhausted) Huff…huff…huff… Undyne, please…gimme a break…
Undyne: Fufufufu… Fine, punk. I had to be on patrol anyway.
Jack: (Looks at Undyne) Then why are you here…?
Undyne: To make sure that you are still tough. (Smiles) K’ gotta go.   (Walks away)
Jack’s thoughts: Yeah, she wasn’t kidding, when she said, that training would deadly. But at least, she was going easy on me, if I couldn’t keep up.
?????: (From behind) Well, well, well, look what we’ve got here…
Jack: How and why did you come here? (Turned around) (Pissed) Oh, yeah… Still hiding behind your family’s skirt, wimp.
?????: Ha! Looks like you still hanging out with your friends, MONSTER?
Jack: (Getting angry) My name is JACK…and I recommend you to get outta here.
?????: Hey, I didn’t hurt your little sister this time.
Jack: Don’t you dare even talk about Saldels, Eline! Guess you didn’t learn that I hate humans like you. (Calmed down a bit)
Eline: At least, I am a HUMAN.
Jack: Yeah, so what’s your point in here?
Eline: (Pissed) You are not even a monster, you just a coldblooded and soul-eating BEAST!
Jack: (Thumb–thumb) (Turns black) SHUT… (Teleported)              (Appeared in front of Eline) UP!  (Attacked Eline with a scythe)
[Crack…]
W.D.Gaster: (Blocked Jack’s attack) You have to calm down, Jack. (Looks at Eline) And you…  (Looks at Eline) Eline Airelle, you should be ashamed. (Teleported Aline to a safe place)
Jack: Don’t forget that I’m still here, DOC! (Slashes Gaster)
W.D.Gaster: (Protected himself with a summoned blaster)
Jack: (Soul turned blue) Wha…?
Sans: You are blue now. (Throws Jack away)
Jack: (Flew into the wall) Ggghhhhaa…!
Sans: (Teleported to Gaster) (Looks at Gaster) You okay, dad?
W.D.Gaster: I think…I am…
Sans: What’s gotten into him? And what’s more questioning…he summoned a weapon…
W.D.Gaster: A scythe… That’s what he used for the attack.
Jack: (Stands on the ground) (Summoned Blasters) I’M NOT DONE YET!!!!! (Shooted)
Serjel: (Running to Sans and Gaster) (Jumped) (Landed on the ground in front of Gaster) I’m sorry, Jack. (Shooted)
[Flash…]
Jack: Ehh…? (Was shooted)
Serjel: (Cries)
W.D.Gaster: Ace…
Serjel: (Turns to Gaster) Answer me, Gaster. (Shouts) HOW DID IT ALL COME TO THIS!!??!?
Jack: (Appears out of nowhere) I think you forgetting something, dad… (About to attack) JUSTICE DOESN’T WORK AGAINST ME. (Slashes)
Saldels: (Blocked Jack’s attack with a sword)
Serjel: Uhh… Saldels…?
Saldels: (Shouts at Jack) WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, JACK?!?!?!?!?   DID YOU REALLY WANTED TO KILL OUR FRIENDS AND OUR OWN FATHER?!?!? (Furiously attacks Jack) (Stabbed Jack into the chest) (Realizes) What am I…?
Jack: Great job, sis… (With a sword in a chest)
Saldels: (Shocked)
Jack: (Bleeding) (Smiles) See, you are not a coward…
Saldels: J–Jack, w–why are you smiling…?
Jack: Can’t I be proud of my little sister. (Crying)
Saldels: But you are crying…! (About to cry)
Jack: That’s because of pain, and because your JUSTICE magic really hurts me. (Started to fall) (Sword disappeared from the chest) So, please…
Saldels: Bro…! (Catches Jack)
Jack: Become even stronger, to make sure that you’ll kill me next time. (Passed out)
Saldels: Ggghh… (Cries) (Hugs Jack tight)
[Now…]
Jack: It’s all my fault. (Looks up) That’s why I’m in the “Cage”–a camera for the most dangerous objects in this lab. And I’m here because I lost control above my emotions.
W.D.Gaster: Don’t be so harsh on yourself. Human or monster, you are still you.
Alphys: Yeah, th–that’s right…!
Jack: Thanks, but can you just leave me alone, please? I need to think…
[W.D.Gaster and Alphys left…]
[Control room…]
Serjel: Is he still there?
W.D.Gaster: Yes… (Looks at Serjel) he decided to stay there to think a bit.
Alphys: H–he still bl–blaming himself for everything wh–what happened…
Saldels: I’m not sure, maybe it’s because…
Serjel: Quit it, Saldels… (Looks at Saldels) he’s not mad at you, he even thanked you.
Saldels: (Remembers Jack’s words)
[Serjel’s office…]
Serjel: (Smokes) Emotions always were Jack’s problem, and I know, that sometimes he loses control above them. But still…what was that strange thing behind him?
[Later that day…]
[“Cage”…]
Jack:(Sits on the floor) (Leans to the wall) Buzz off already. And what was your name again…?
Jass: (In the air) It was JASS, and it looks like that you still didn’t understand WHO AM I.
Jack: NO, so what…? Are you gonna tell me who are you or what exactly?
Jass: Easier to say that I’M YOU, but it’s too boring… (Grins) don't you think?
Jack: You are my HATE, aren’t you? And this also explains why are you look like me or why are you all black and kinda jerk…
Jass: Tsk, smart ass. So, are you gonna curse me till death, because of me, you’ve almost killed your friends and family?
Jack: No, I’m not going to curse, or even blame you. Everything that happened is not your fault, it’s mine. G’night, Jass.
Jass: Hmm…better be on your side than against you. Goodnight, kid. (Smiles)
DAY: 11 JULY  
YEAR: 2035 
 TIME: 11:45 AM
Jack: (Smiles)
Jass: (Stands next to Jack) Congrats! You are 15 years old now…uuuhh… Remind me, what can you do now? I still can’t understand this AGE thing…
Jack: Well… (Looks straight) it’s been 5 years since I’m in this project, and it’s been a 1 year since I killed doctor Rose.
Jass: Sad…and rough. I remember, that you killed her by yourself, but she doesn’t blame. (Concerned) And do you even feel happiness or… Something?
Jack: Not sure. (Looked at the watch) It’s about time, I should go. (Walks away)
Jass: Good luck, Jack Ace Side.
Jack: (Snorked) Thanks.
Monica Rose: (Behind Jass) He didn’t change at all, and yet…he looks and acts differently.
Jass: He saved your life, by absorbing your soul. But he thinks that you hate him, that’s why he can’t see or even feel that you are right next to him.
Monica Rose: It’s okay, he just needs time. (Turned around) ‘Kay, bye. (Waved)
Jass: See ya later, doc.
[At the main lab…]
W.D.Gaster: Finally arrived. I guess you’ve been thinking, haven’t you?
Jack: (Shrinked) Ehh, maybe…
W.D.Gaster: Well then… (Turned around) (Starts to walk) let’s go.
Jack: (Follows Gaster) Right beside you, Wing Dings Gaster.
W.D.Gaster: (Looked behind)
Jack: (Smiled)
[The test area…]
Serjel: Greetings, Gaster. Hello, Jack. Are you ready?
Jack: Yeah, I am. And…(Looked away) sorry about your eye…
Serjel : (Smiles) Don’t worry about it.
Saldels: C’mon, bro. Let’s finish this quickly, and then we should celebrate your birthday.
Jack: (Comes to machine) (Stopped) (Turned back) Counting on you, guys. (Entered the machine)
Serjel, Saldels & W.D.Gaster: WE WILL DO OUR BEST!
[Inside the machine…]
Jack: I hope, I won’t have another amnesia, and it’ll erase all those years that I spent here.
[Glass brakes and alarm starts to work…]
Jack: What just…ghhhaaaaa… (Falls on his knees) (Hardly breaths)
[At the control point…]
Serjel: (Looks at Alphys) Alphys, what happened to the machine?!!?!
Alphys: I–I–I–I–I don’t know, something went wrong and machine went out of control…!
W.D.Gaster: (Looks at the machine) It’s an overload, Jack’s soul contains too much magic, even more than a machine can handle, that’s why it went out of control.
Serjel: (Looks at everyone) Evacuate, NOW!!!
Saldels: (Looks at Serjel) Dad, but what about you!??!!
Serjel: (Looks at Saldels) I can’t leave, I have to stay here and try to stabilize the machine.
Serjel’s thoughts: Besides… (Looks at the machine) I can’t leave my son to die in here.
[Meanwhilee in the machine…]
Jack: (Heavy breathing) It hurts… Why does it hurt so much…?
Jack’s thoughts: It feels like I’m dying, but…at the same time I like I’m already dead.
Jass: (Flies through the hall) What the hell is going on, where’s everyone. (Stoped) (Shocked) WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON HERE!?!??!!? (Notices Serjel) Hey, Oldman, what just happened here, and where is…?!
Serjel: Looks like everyone already evacuated, but the machine can explode at any moment… (Looked at the machine) I don’t have time to run…
Jass: “About to explode”…? (Flies to machine) Jack, get out of the…
Jack: GGHHHHAAAA…!!!!
[Flash…]
[Explosion…]
Jack: (Comes out of the broken machine) Nnghhh… (In pain) Damm it…that was close… (Checks his stats and soul) Heh…                                  (Soul cracked into pieces) In some way, it looks stable, but… my HP is falling down.
Serjel: (Shouts) JACK…!!!!!!
Jack: Shit…
Serjel: (Runs to Jack) You’re alive, thank God, I thought that you didn’t survive and… (Stopped) (Notices Jack’s broken soul)
Jack: Heh…hey, dad. (Turned to Serjel) Sorry, I have a little problem…
Serjel’s thoughts: NO…no no no. Why did it happen? Wait, maybe this exactly what we needed?
Serjel: (Grabs the box in his office with magic) (Box flew in hand) (Put hand inbox) (Took green pill out of the box) (Gives Jack a green pill)    Here, Jack, eat this.
Jack: Dad, I think It’s not the right time for medicine, but if you say so… (Took green pill) (Gulp)
 A piece of Jack’s soul turned GREEN, but the other seven pieces still the same. Serjel started to panic because he thought it would help. Then, Jack suggested Serjel give him the rest pills, to find out what would happen. Serjel gave Jack all pills with a face full of despair. Jack ate all those pills. Six pieces of his soul turned YELLOW, BLUE, LIGHT BLUE, PURPLE, ORANGE, and RED.
 And yet… The last fragment of his soul still WHITE, but suddenly all fragments started to glow. And for a moment, Serjel thought it worked, but Jack absorbed too much magic at once. His body was about to let out all this magic, but…it could kill him. Serjel begins to beg Jack not to do this. Jack didn’t listen to him at all. So Serjel hugged Jack, and then a big colon of light appeared in the sky. Serjel has gone, and Jack was lying on the ground all alone, surrounded by ruins of the laboratory, where he spent the hardest moments of his life.
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