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kimhargreeves · 7 months
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A Flashy Act part 2-Buggy x Reader (smut)
Summary: Buggy has decided to question you behind curtains in his private room, which leads you both to share an intimate moment together.
(A/N: The people have spoken and I delivered!! Enjoy this spicy Buggy smut for all you weird clown fuckers like myself. Special thanks to everyone who liked my post! I didn't expect it to become popular in just a day. Anyone enjoy cause this is nasty..or spicy however you want to look at it. A part 3 may be done once I finish the show since I'm on ep 3.)
(Tag list: @pookiesnatcher @alejandro0-0 @ghostlycrystobalove @lenu-i
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"Luffy!"
"Don't worry, I got this!" Luffy shouted when Buggy had grabbed me and began to pull me away from the stage, where Luffy was now held. This fucking clown, I swear if he harms that boy. I frowned when the clown began to now pulling me away.
"Quit giving me such a hard time!"
"Hey! What do you think you're doing pulling me into this room-" I was immediately quiet when Buggy grabbed my shoulders dipped me a bit and he unexpectedly began to kiss me.
I started back at him surprised as he lifted me back up on my feet. The first thing I did was slap his across the face and I hid my face.
"I-I'm so sorry! What..why did you-"
Buggy began to chuckle to himself as he held onto the spot I had hit him. His lipstick was smeared around his lips, and it was a bit hard ti tell if I let a mark on his face.
"You're still annoying and hard to please. You haven't changed quite much, (Y/N). Now..Where is my map?!"
I furrowed my eyebrows and leaned closer to look at him. All of the sudden Buggy took a step back and froze.
"Buggy…sorry I don't know what you mean-"
"Ugh I knew it! That damn Shanks probably told you to forget about me. He always does things like this."
I crossed my arms over my chest and tilted my head. "Shanks you know him?! Wait…" I thought hard and suddenly remembered a certain memory of myself, Shanks and Buggy.
"Now I remember! You took a few punches once when-"
"When a guy threatened to toss you out into the sea." Buggy ended my sentence and sighed.
I started up at the clown and wondered how I had forgotten about him. "We used to hang out didn't we? The three of us."
"Yeah until I was left alone! Shanks returned one day without you, saying how he wanted you to have s nice and decent life, not a pirates one which I thought was bullshit."
"Language." I warn and smirked afterwards.
Buggy sighed and now looked at me up and down. "You really grew up, (Y/N)."
"Flashily I suppose?" I said giving a twirl and giving a wink. "But seriously, did you kidnap us just so you can have the map?"
"That map belongs to me! Not to some prepubescent boy who doesn't know what it's like to be a pirate. Why are you with him anyways?" He asked leaning his back onto the wall and crossing his arms.
"I made a promise to my brother, Shanks. That I would look after him."
"So you're a babysitter then? That's great." Buggy rolled his eyes as he said that and started to take his gloves off. "Really suits your character." He laughed.
I squinted my eyes at him and looked at him from head to know. "Never thought you would go with the whole creepy clown look. You look like you would eat children." I joke.
"I eat others things… I let the whole raw meat thing to my buddy you met back on stage."
Great. So not only are they all supposed to be freaks, but he has a cannibal among them. What else has he been up to for these last couple of years?
"Gross. How many times have you taken advantage of some poor girl..or boy."
"Don't be ridiculous. I would never take advantage of someone if they were against it. And those who accept?"
"Well, let's say we have a pretty good time." He grinned pulling himself back up straight and seeing me fake throwing up.
"Ew.. I did not need that image in my head."
"Don't tell me you're still a virgin! Someone like you? Traveling the sea?!"
I looked around at where he had taken me. Making sure to look well even if it was kinda dark, only a few candles here and there with a vanity mirror and a few makeup scattered around, a small bed with the same lights messily clinging above the room.
"Where's Luffy?"
"Now you're avoiding the question!"
"Just tell me where he is with his ginger girl and broccoli guy!" I said trying me my best to not seem nervous, but really wanting to know if they were safe.
"I'll gladly tell you, once you tell where my map is!" He shouted and seemed to quickly compose himself and curse under his breath.
Buggy dramatically sighed and sat down on the edge of his bed. "Rubber boy is fine, he's entertaining my guests. Other two are with Cabaji."
My eyes looked back at the entrance and worried about the people being held hostage, I even spotted a poor dog with an older man, probably the owner saving the last thing he has, "What about the people?"
"What people?"
"The towns people, you idiot. You have to let them go." I said hoping he'd listen.
Buggy jumped up and began to laugh. "Sure! I'll do it right now, wanna help me?"
I frowned looking at him and was thinking if there's some way I can somehow release some of them. I really need Luffy's help…I decided to be straight and harsh with him.
"No matter how many people you hold captive. You'll never make people love you."
I felt a bit intimidated by his stare when Buggy took steps closer to me and cornered me against the vanity mirror. I looked to the side and felt his stare on me.
"Don't think you'll get a pass out of this, sweetheart. You're doing this so I can let your little friends go." Buggy lowly spoke as he took his ungloved hands and wrapped one around my neck.
"You seriously think that I would take advantage of you?" I question looking back up at him and saw a cold stare on his face.
"I think you're the one wanting to take advantage of me. You want to know where the map is. Well, I won't tell you, because I don't know. Thanks to your bombs I collapsed before I got the chance to see where or who got it."
"And why should I trust you? We don't know each other well." He sang being sarcastic as ever.
"You like playing games don't you? Maybe I can show you that I am telling the truth." I said and smiled.
Buggy frowned and gave me a harsh stare. I reached my hand down to his pants beginning to unbutton the first few buttons. His breathing hitched and I could feel him freeze when I touched him.
"It's been years since I saw you. We were kids..I'm sorry I forgot about you. Shanks only wanted what was best for me-"
Buggy instantly grabbed my wrists making me stop and look back at him when with his other hand he grabbed my face.
"Shanks being selfish as ever. Did he ever wonder what was best for me? He's taken everything from me, and now I have you back." He grinned and now grabbed the back of my head.
He placed his hand under my chin and I could see his blue pupils darken. I closed my eyes when Buggy leaned down to kiss me again. I felt him move my hair aside and leaving quick kisses down my neck and collarbone.
I gripped onto his shirt tight and began to kiss his lips again, ignoring how I would end up stained in his makeup. Quickly it began to deepen with me slipping out a moan when I felt his hands on my stomach and felt his pants getting tighter.
I moaned into the kiss when I felt him begin to get rid of my upper half clothes and began to palm my chest. Buggy's kisses began to lower until he reached down my breasts while his other hand played with my other one. While he was busy I started to reach my hand down to his pants beginning to unbutton the first few buttons. His breathing hitched and I could feel him freeze when I touched him.
"It's been years since I saw you. We were kids..I'm sorry I forgot about you. Shanks only wanted what was best for me-"
Buggy instantly grabbed my wrists making me stop and look back at him when with his other hand he grabbed my face.
"Shanks was being selfish as ever. Did he ever wonder what was best for me? He's taken everything from me, and now I have you back." He grinned and now grabbed the back of my head.
He smiled as he placed his hand under my chin and I could see his blue pupils darken. I shivered when I felt his hands beginning to move lower into my pants, until his fingers started to tease my nub.
My breathing hitched and a moaned almost escaped from my mouth, quickly I covered my mouth which made it seem like it was irritating Buggy. With my mouth still covered I saw him beginning to lower himself down on his knees. Quickly he got rid of my pants quick and slowly pulled down my underwear.
I've never been this exposed to someone. I began to cover myself but Buggy held my hands back and he began to leave a few bits down along my thighs until I saw him begin to part my legs. I leaned my back against the vanity mirror making all the things that were on it fall to the ground.
"You are so beautiful, (Y/N)." I heard Buggy say when he saw me naked before him.
Buggy began to lick his smudged lips and I gasped when he grabbed my thigh and placed it on his shoulder. I threw my head back when I saw stick his tongue out and gave a slow and long lick to my entrance, he followed it with another lick until Buggy was swirling his tongue. I loud moan escaped from mouth when I couldn't hold it it anymore.
His nose would occasionally brush against my clit, causing my body to twitch and strain against him. Buggy's other hand continued to thrust his fingers inside me while he pressed his thumb against my nub. "Buggy..” I moaned lowly. My hand continuing to grab his hair tugging at it slightly, causing him to growl right into my cunt again. "I'm gonna-" I squeezed my eyes shut when he thrusted his fingers faster for me to come.
I began to buck my hips forward and continued to tug onto his blue hair which has been tied up. I squeezed my eyes tights and cried out in pleasure when I felt something build inside of me, and when I finally came, I felt my legs about to give out.
Buggy quickly wiped his messy face and quickly stood up and held me close to him. Holding me so I wouldn't fall.
"Not so fast, sweetheart. It's my turn." I was still coming back to reality when Buggy pushed me down on my knees and I was met with his long and big- "There's no way its gonna fit." I thought looking at him.
"Why don't you use your pretty mouth, (Y/N)?" Buggy hummed slipping his thumb into my mouth before pulling it away. I looked down at him and my entire face got red seeing him completely undressed now. What would people say if they saw me about to fuck a clown.
Suddenly I began to feel nervous as I watched him begin to stroke himself a bit until he began to guide his member closer to my mouth, his other hand running through my hair lovingly.
I did what I suppose I am to do, I opened my mouth sticking my tongue out. Buggy wasted no time and he began to gently fuck my mouth. I hummed when I tasted him and heard him groan above me as I took in more of him and took him out with a pop.
I reached my hands out to pump the rest that couldn't fit in when I took him back again and began to gag when he began to fuck my mouth faster. Buggy gripped my head tight and suddenly pulled be back leaving a string of saliva connected to him. I shrieked when he suddenly began to carry me onto the bed.behind him.
Buggy quickly getting rid of his remaining clothes and grabbed my ankles to part my legs when he got on top of me, his hands gripped my hips as he guided his dick between my folds. I shivered when I felt him toying with me and kept on teasing me before he grabbed himself again and began to slide in.
Both of us moaned when he slid deep inside of me. Buggy cursed a few words and he stayed still for a minute, before he began to thrust into me at a rough pace. He slid deep in me with ease as my juices coated his cock. I moaned out and looked to the side feeling shy again, my breasts bouncing with every hard thrust he did as I felt his fingers rubbing my clit harshly.
Again I felt that familiar sensation returning I clenched around his cock as I interlaced my fingers with Buggy when I felt that snap again and my vision got blurry for a second. I began to feel overstimulation when his hands buried into my hair again until one of his hands reached down my neck. His pace became even rougher and faster, making me come closer to my climax again
"B-Buggy!"
I began to cry when he learned down to whisper dirty things into my ear, his playful self no longer present in the room. Tears streamed down my cheeks as he continued to fuck me. Buggy reached down to rub my clit harshly, making me come again and stain the sheets beneath us. And just when I thought we were done, Buggy flipped me so my stomach would be facing the bed and my back facing him.
Another moan escaped from me when I felt a harsh smack against my ass and felt his hands grab my ass and stretching me to take him in better. At this angle I could feel him closer.
I shut to eyes shut and continued to moan and cry every time he would thrust into me. I bit my lips tight as I felt his harsh thrust inside of me. I reached down myself and stated to circle my finger over my clit, the friction along with this man's rough thrusts making my mind go blank as I rested the side of my face onto the bed.
"Buggy..I-I'm.." I cried out when I felt Buggy holding onto my hips tighter pulling me back against him.
I heard Buggy softly laughing as he watched the faces and moans I made. One last moan and cry came out of me when I came hard. I still felt extremely sensitive when I felt Buggy holding onto me tight until we both gasped, I grasped onto the sheets when I felt forward a bit and felt him getting closer
Buggy gripped onto me tight and moaned close to my ear when he came inside of me. I fell forward and began to shake at what happened. Slowly, Buggy pulled himself out.
I got myself comfortable laying on my side and felt something still slowly dripping out of me. I was too tired to speak or to even look back at the blue haired clown.
Last thing I felt was Buggy rubbing my hips and planting a kiss a quick kiss on my head before I watched him leave the bed. Too tired to question anything, I decided to shut my eyes for a quick nap and felt something warm being placed on top of me.
"(Y/N)! You're safe..where the heck where you?!" Luffy questioned seeing my tired face. "Where you kept locked up? Buggy didn't hurt you did he?!" Luffy grabbed my shoulders and began to shake me.
"Luffy! Now's not the time!" I said not wanting anyone to touch me at how sore I felt. I looked at the young boy and smiled, "…I-I'm fine. None of you got hurt?" I asked genuinely concerned for them.
Though I have no idea what had happened since I had blacked out. I only remember falling asleep and well, waking up alone and pulling away from some curtains and making my way outside of the huge tent. That bastard clown. How dare he leave me.
Everyone of the towns people were set free and thanking Luffy for his help. Everyone genuinely seemed happy and very grateful. That way they know that not every pirates are bad.
"Nothing we couldn't handle." Zoro calmly replied walking past me.
"Kicking the clowns ass was fun. You should've seen it." Nami told me after.
They defeated him then? I sigh and smiled looking at Luffy and pulled his straw hat down and chuckled. There's no way he can't know what happened between that clown and I. That fucking clown will pay if I were to see him again.
I looked over at my friend and smiled at him. "You did great Luffy."
I followed Luffy to the ship and saw him waving at everyone where the ship began to sail. We all got busy and I sat down rethinking what the hell I did back there.
Luffy came over and smiled sitting next to me. "Are you sure you're fine? I swear I heard you crying."
My blood ran cold and I grew pale. I noticed Luffy's worried look and he quickly placed his hand over my forehead.
"Are you sick? Don't tell me you're getting sea sick all of the sudden."
"…Nope. I'm sorry I shouldn't worry you. Nothing happened." I lie straight at his innocent face.
The boy smiled and nodded his head. "If you say so! Let me know if you feel any better."
I nodded my head and saw Luffy run over to the front of the boat. I turned around and spotted Nami and Zoro shaking their heads at me.
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Invader zim and being abused bc autism parallels
Tw ableism mental illness ed shit emotional abuse physical abuse mentions of violence (and gun violence in disclaimer). u name it we got it. Actual deranged rambling. Like im very mentally ill. Not a joke gamers ig proceed if u wanna make fun of sm1 whos sick in the head or pity me.
Also disclaimer: This rant defo sounds like it was written by the protag of pumped up kicks but istg im talking about petty scraps and bitching when i refer to fucking shit up. I was right next door to a school where a bunch of little kids were killed. The shooter was heading for us next. I knew his family. Bomb threats were called into my school, and i lived in dull aching fear that each schoolday would be my last for years. I have severe trauma from this shit and fear for the little ones in my family who go to school. Me being an angry fucker as a kid and having empathy issues/being mentally ill growing up doesnt mean i was a wannabe shooter. Even at my worst, the most physical violence i took part in was punching or slapping somebody who was antagonizing me (if i even did that, memories r fuzzy.)
Tldr dont compare me to a shooter ive only ever bitched at somebody when unprovoked and wrestled/slap fought somebody when provoked. And im a gentle mf now. Just venting abt fucking kinning with invader zim
Im projecting so hard on my special interest and zim being defective as a parallel 2 having autism i might go insane
Like im into the show bc cute lil alien n robot fuckers and weird neon funy shit rawr XD but as somebody who was an unregulated destructive little shit bc autism, nobody knew how to raise me other than to yell at me to just stop. Just sit still and shut up. Watching zim interact w the tallest, as goofy as it is, tears my lil heart to shreds. I cant remember most of my childhood but shit.
My parents told me they couldnt wait for me to go off to college when i was 11. They treated me as broken, expressed regret over me being vaccinated bc it 'might have made me autistic' to my face??? I loved my fearless perfect parents so much. They told me as a little kid, a teen, an adult they couldnt wait for me to go away. I was treated as a threat, an other, broken.
Growing up i literally thought i was an alien. Even among my own family. It felt like the whole world was in on some secret knowledge about how to behave without being constantly teased and hated and openly despised, i went actually insane from the loneliness at some point. I hope this blog stays hidden so i dont have to see people fucking tearing me apart again.
Every defect was mocked and dissected in front of me, when i was in earshot. I cant imagine what people said about me behind my back. I oscilated between every approach to the foreign, gross, scary, mean humans as possible. I was a sweet kid, if chatty and overexcited.
I couldnt make myself fake expressions. I was told to go away by my peers. I knew i was doing something wrong, i didnt know what.
I shut down emotionally. I was overly harsh, screamed, spoke angrily in any situation. I didnt understand anything except that i didnt understand what was going on, ever, i had been kept at home and propaganda had been drilled into me that everybody outside of my family was evil and an other. I only knew everything, home and outside, wanted to hurt me. Lashing out didnt help. At best i was laughed at. I dont remember what happened at worst. I was pretty scrawny so i didnt do much harm. I had developed from a passive annoyance to a loud, bitchy annoyance. My parents said they wanted to get rid of me before i went bonkers, they must have been borderline about to leave me in a ditch after.
i had confidence and self esteem issues. Made up for those by being louder and crazier and purposefully annoying. Announced to everybody that i was actually perfect and brilliant. Found my band of almost as outcast 'evil minions', dragged them through my crazy schemes. Picked fights at school. Damn i was an ass.
That shit wouldnt last long in the adult world, i had enough stacked against me without being a little shit on purpose all the time. Im saccharine sweet again. I turned back into a doormat as an attempt to survive and to not hurt anybody. I kept myself alive as an adult by telling myself i have to be beyond kind to make up for being so awful. I'm still othered, still whispered about. I cant read tones or facial expressions, my voice is too loud or quiet and just sounds Odd. people hating me coming to light is half a surprise, half expected of everyone.
I wish i could be zim again. I wish i wasnt a drone. I wish i could scream and fight and fuck shit up and not take shit from anyone. I wish i could just fucking be feral again. Nobody liked me, nobody could break me worse than i was already broken.
I like being kind to people more than hurting them. Im a reformed ~evil alien invader~. I never really wanted to hurt people unprovoked, i just wanted to fight back. Now i sit. People throw rocks at me. I smile back at them. The little feral zim creature inside of me screams incessantly about how fucking sick it would be to scream back when people abuse me, until somebody gets tired of the screeching and puts me out of my misery.
I never want to eat. Its a fucking means to an end. I enjoy it for a week once every few months. I starved myself easily as a kid, to be more likable. The little alien voice chants to make people love me and fuck shit up and take over the world. Unfortunately i have a little common sense and picking petty fights doesnt fit into making enough money to pay rent, and trying not to hurt ppl even if they're deadset on fucking me over. 14 yr old me would be appalled by my fucking crippling empathy. 14 year old me had no empathy whatsoever. Lil shit just fucked around and was miserable and liked it. Ugh.
Being kind in a world tht hates ur ass is easier than fighting. Its a good idea and better for you. Dont hurt other people. BUT ITS STILL TIRING AS SHIT EXISTING BEING AUTISTIC HOLY HELL. Yall are fucking KILLING ME. Ill be okay but DAMN
Tldr i want to go apeshit and im autism i love cartoon hehehe
And thats why i kin the lil green alien from a 2001 cartoon on nick of lodeon :3 anyway heres wonderwall
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russquez · 3 years
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tomorrow I'm going to the hospital three years after my surgery for some check ups if you don't hear from me is because I was arrested for fighting all the doctors
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sukunasbabymama · 2 years
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My dear friend.
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𖣓 Summary: Kazutora being your best friend and your partner is abusive.
𖣓 Pairing: Kazutora Hanemiya.
𖣓 Word Count: 1.1K.
𖣓 Warnings: Cursing, Fem!reader, violence, mentions of killing.
𖣓 A/N: I don’t know what to put here, bye.
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Kazutora hasn't experienced genuine love from someone outside of the members of his old gang till he meets you.
He met you one morning when he entered a full cafe to have his breakfast and didn’t find any seats. After you heard his loud cursing you offered him to sit at your table since you were gonna have your own breakfast alone. Y’all end up eating the same thing and talking a lot until it was time to go to work. Y’all exchanged numbers and went on your way to your flower shop and him to his pet shop.
You end up becoming good friends, to the point of even waiting for him at your shop to eat together almost every day. You told him you don’t have friends and he presented you his best friend Chifuyu and it ended up being a group of three.
When you told him you have a boyfriend he was suspicious, not because of your relationship, but because you just told him you didn’t have friends at all. As sharp -and bold- as ever he asked you right away if your boyfriend was abusive. You told him yes quietly.
“Elaborate right now, before I take a taxi to your house and wait for him.” He says quietly, his eyes suddenly cold.
“I— uhm… He’s not physical but– He… uhm… He insults me a lot, and it’s not very supportive of my small business, sometimes he can be– uh, he…” You fall silent and he puts a hand on the back of your neck in a reassuring way.
“It’s okay, continue when you feel like it.” You nod.
“He tends to compare me with his friend’s girlfriend every time I do something and he has this kind of behavior in public, that’s why I lost all my friends.” You shrug sadly.
“Do you love him?” Kazutora asks in a whisper, you shake your head. “Good, then it’s okay for me to beat his ass.”
“Wait, what?”
“You have to break up with him, and if I see him being a dumbass then I’m going to break his nose.” He says and you nod.
That conversation was several weeks ago.
Every time he asked you if you did it you changed subjects and at one point he understood that you were too scared and stopped asking you at all. But he wasn’t done, no. There’s no way in hell he was going to let you stay with a dumb fucker that doesn’t respect you.
And so, one night, he goes to your house uninvited. He was about to knock on the door when he heard some yelling.
“Stupid hoe can’t even dress according to the occasion!” A man was yelling.
“This is a cocktail dress!” You scream and it doesn’t take too much for Kazutora to understand that you were crying.
He knocks on the door and a couple of seconds later you open it.
“K-Kazu?” You gasp, your eyes are wide in shock at the presence of your dear friend. Not only is he at your apartment just when your boyfriend is yelling at you, but he’s also looking like he has murder on his mind. To say you were double scared was an understatement.
“Let me in.” Is all he says but you shake your head, shaking from the earlier argument and the new fear. “Y/N, please, move.”
And, as if the heavens were on Kazutora’s side, your boyfriend stood at your side.
“And who the fuck is this—,”
You don’t have time to react, your boyfriend either.
Before the abusive man can even finish his sentence, Kazutora grabs him by the collar of his shirt and push him inside the apartment. Because of how sudden everything was, your boyfriend trips over his own feet and falls. This doesn’t stop Kazutora.
“Close the door, Y/N” He says, his voice as calm as ever. And you do as you’re told, calmly closing the door behind you.
As soon as the click is heard, Kazutora lands a punch right on your boyfriend’s nose. You don’t say anything.
“Tell me, who’s the dumb bitch you’ve been talking about for months, uhm?” Kazutora says with a fake smile, he lands another punch with the same calm demeanor and fake smile. “I don’t see it, where’s the stupid hoe you were yelling before?”
In silence, you start to walk to your room, you take a bag and put all the things that belong to the abusive man inside. When you walk out of the room, he’s almost passing out, his face bloody and his eyes unfocused, while Kazutora has blood on his face and fist but still looks calm.
“P-please, please, I’m sorry for disrespecting you, I’m not a man, I-i don’t deserve you” Your now ex says between sobs, he looks at Kazutora for approval, but the long-haired man is looking at you, waiting for an answer.
“I won't forgive you.” You quietly say, Kazutora nods and slaps the man. “You don’t deserve closure while I’m gonna need months of healing from all the shit you said to me. Please get out of my house.”
“And of her life.” Kazutora grunts, getting close to the man’s face. “I will be coming here on the regular and if I hear about you bothering her, I’m gonna kill you. I’m letting you go now out of human decency, try not to get your dumbass killed by me, I have no problem doing it.”
You tremble slightly because something tells you that your friend isn’t joking, but you’ve never seen him even uncomfortable so you are not sure. But whatever, at least you’re now free.
The man takes the bag you throw him and runs out of your house, when Kazutora locks the door behind him you jump on him, he catches you and hugs you back, your legs around his waist and your face on his neck, you sob.
“Thank you so much.” You say quietly, he hums.
“No more unhealthy relationships in your life, okay? I’m here now.” You nod.
“I-I love you.” You say and he chuckles. “Thanks for being the best friend ever.”
“I love you too, love, let me wash my hands before I keep on staining your dress with blood.” He says putting you on the floor. “Then we can go out as you initially planned.”
“After you clean my damn floor, yeah, we can.” His face drops.
“Can I do it later?”
“No.”
“Fuck you.”
“You just said you love me.”
“I was lying.”
“You were?” You smirk.
“No.”
“That’s what I thought.”
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#259
“Seth? Right? C’mon in. Your brother told you who I am? Good. Want a beer?... Here you go. Let’s go out to the back deck. The sun went down, and the cool evening air is starting to kick in. Have a seat…. Ok. Seth, do you know why you are here? Let me be blunt. Your brother David owes me a lot of money. A lot. He’s been doing jobs for me that I need someone I can trust to do. But that’s barely covering the interest. I told him he needs to start working down the principal. So, he offered me… you….
“That’s right he sold you to me. You are going to whore off his debt…. Shut the fuck up. The deal is set. Have some more beer; it will help you to deal with what I need to go over with you….
“Your brother probably told you that I am a powerful man. Hopefully he didn’t tell you what I did. I will share with you one part of my business that you will be a part of. I have several whore agencies across several states. They ain’t like the whorehouses in the movies. The girls never see money; they show up at a set time and do whatever the man wants. They do not say no. They get to live in city, and they show their clients the best the city has to offer. They have everything paid for and get a nice credit card too.
“A few years ago—hell it’s more like ten or so, —I was convinced to do the same but on the fag side. Now, I knew nothing about fag sex, and it disgusted me. Once I got over the visuals, the business was just like the girls. The difference I found out was that I had to have two sets of whores—fag boys like yourself, and men old enough to be your father.
“It was Frankie, one of my goons, who told me that there is a lot money to be made by men taking the dominant role. I didn’t believe it. So, he arranged for me to watch him from a distance him work over this faggot. He didn’t tell me how much he was earning. When I saw this fag hand over three hundred bucks, I knew I needed to get into this. I mean my guy did barely anything other than smack the fag around, call him names, and sit on the faggot’s face at the end. That fag ate that fat ass while pounding its pud. Frankie even went over to the fag’s wallet and took an additional hundred out of it. And wouldn’t you know, that fag boy was loving life.
“Needless to say, that was how I got into the fag whoring business. I had Frankie lead it; he even got somewhat in shape, and now he’s my most popular whore men. Wait a minute, you know him. He fucked you behind a dumpster in the alley behind that fag bar a couple weeks ago. When I saw you at David’s birthday partner at my tavern and he told me that you were his sperm burping brother, I sent Frankie to find out more about you. I know that you can take a good pounding, face slaps, rough housing. Frankie also told me that you cleaned off his cock after we was done and that you drank his piss. You even begged him for more as he walked away from you, naked covered in piss behind the dumpster. That’s all I needed to hear.
“After meeting with your brother, all I had to do was press the massive debt. I knew how self-serving he was. He sold you out so fucking fast. And now I own you. Now strip faggot….
“You do realize who I am? No one ever disobeys one of my direct commands. Now think about your next move real carefully. STRIP YOU FUCKING FAGGOT. Take your time standing up. That drug I put in your beer will make you kinda dizzy if you stand too fast. Yeah, I didn’t want you to run back to your car. Kid, when you came in that door, you were mine. That’s it. Accept your fate. Good boy.
“Yeah, after Frankie roughed up that fag, I was curious. He arranged for me to use one of his regulars who was blindfolded. It was so much fun to kick and punch that faggot only to have him crawl to me, begging for more. With each time, I got more wicked, and they wanted more. I had a few fags over the years locked up and had the best of all worlds. My wife provides me with companionship. My girlfriend offers sensual making love and snuggling. And my faggot takes all my rage filled abuse.
“Underwear needs to go too. Let’s see what you have. Not bad. Looks like you are excited about being naked in front of me. That’s a lot of pre-cum. Decent sized balls. I’d say you are about six inches long. The shaft is a bit thin, but the head is good size. Your foreskin is not too long. That’s good. If there’s going to be one sweaty stinky dick around here, it will be mine. If yours becomes a problem, we’ll get you circumcised.
“What? Faggot, you are nothing more to me than my pickup. If I want to modify you out, I sure as hell am going to. I modify all my property. Tattoos, piercing, permanent hair removal, castration, branding, and so on. But actually, I am a bit cautious. I made the mistake of castrating a fag and regretted it afterwards. He just didn’t seem right to me. The cutter I went to tried to put in fake balls, but it still didn’t seem right. I ended up replacing that fag with another.
“I am looking for my perfect fag. I’m planning on letting my girlfriend go, but sometimes I need that close touch. Not going to do that with my wife. Every day now I realize that I want to be with faggots over women. Faggots are so much easier to mold into what I want. And every now and then I might snuggle with one.
“I like what I see. I want to see your cumload. Jerk off for me. I’ll give you a few minutes to do so. When you do, shoot in your spare hand. I want to see the quantity. I’m going to get your collar; it’s probably done charging. I’m also going to take your car keys. You ain’t going anywhere. Continue jacking….
“….Did you cum? You did! Good fag. When was the last time you came? Yesterday morning? Well that’s a good load. Here, lock this collar around your neck. Ok, so here’s the deal. You can jack off as often as you like, whenever you like as long as I am not using you. If I catch you jacking off, don’t stop. If you are watching porn, continue. But know this, no matter if you haven’t cum in days or you just had a massive orgasm, should I require your use, I fully expect 100% horniness and enthusiasm.
“This remote is hooked up to your collar. With this button… you fall to the floor just like that. Hurt’s like a mother fucker hunh? That’s on low. Remember that. It is also set up to shock you should you cross a 20-foot perimeter of the house. I am notified by an app on my phone when you do something that stupid. Also, the garage and my office on the third floor are completely off limits. You will not fare well should you cross that threshold without me.
“Bring your cock over here. Is your dick head sensitive. It is! Fuck yes! As you get soft, it’s driving you crazy. Good. Good. I see a problem here. Your pubic hair is all over the place. You shouldn’t have hair down here. Look how long this hair is. There’s enough so that I can twirl a bunch around my finger. With a firm yank,… it comes out in one clump. Aww shut the fuck up. Most of the time your screams of pain will turn me on, but now it’s just annoying. Another clump on the other side, and it doesn’t even look like you lost any.
“Look at me faggot. Say ‘Thank you.’ Good fag. Open your mouth. Here eat your pubic hair. Go on chew it. Nasty? I know, now swallow. And here’s… another bunch. Swallow these…. And these… And these… You’ll be permanently shaved in the near future so you won’t have to do much pubic hair eating.
“While you finish your snack, let me take you around the place and show you your duties. This is the kitchen. David told me that you went to culinary school but then dropped out. Well, you will be doing all the cooking here. Cleaning too.
“Let’s go downstairs…. This is your room, although you really don’t have privacy. Over there is your cot. Next to it is the plug you will put into your collar every night. I am notified on my app should the power level drop below 75%. That’s equivalent for not charging for a full week. Unless I just slam you with shocks, I should never get one of those notifications.
“You have a wash basin there, and your toilet is there. There’s your douche hose over there in the shower. No, I haven’t gotten around to buying it a toilet seat; the cold porcelain is fine. And I haven’t hooked up the hot water down here.
“Let’s go up to the Master bedroom…. You never climb into my bed unless I invite you in. In fact no non-sexual furniture for you either without permission. Through that door is the master bath. You will keep this place spotless. That includes licking clean my toilet. The rimseat next to it is when I want to make you toilet paper or a full toilet.
“And here’s the playroom. It’s totally soundproofed. You are going to suffer a lot in here. Screaming is encouraged. In fact, what time is it? Seven. Well we might as well start now. Get on all fours—knees and elbows. Spread those knees wide. Every night you will present yourself in this position, as you will every morning.
“Don’t get too excited. I am going to fuck you good, long, and deep. But that won’t until the end. We got a long way to go. You see, the only people who knows my affinity for preferring the boys to the girls are Frankie, me, and now you. Your brother thinks I’m adding you to my harem of fags. This is something that cannot get out. And if it does, I will know it came from you, and I want you to know the perpetual hell that will come your way.
“Tonight is a test of what you can expect, but keep in mind, tonight’s suffering will be only five hours long, much shorter than what will be if my preference is ever widely known.
“And after the paddling your ass to a welted mess, whipping your back until it turns to bloody hamburger, kicking your balls until they are swollen to twice their size, bruising up your face, and fucking you with very little lube, I may feel the need to snuggle up with you afterwards.
“But first, there’s a lot to do before we do that. Oh look your balls are just ripe for a good old fashioned full-force kick. Every night and every morning you will get one to always remind you what you are.
“Faggot right now with this kick your hell begins.”
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Gotham’s Twins Chapter 8
I regret nothing.
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The GCPD police officers told Marinette that Jason Todd was dead. Beaten to death in a fake Robin suit.
By the Joker.
Marinette couldn't breathe when they told her.
Beaten to death.
It hadn't even been painless.
Her heart had been beating far too fast.
Her head was pounding like a line of a thousand drummers.
Her breathing kept coming out in short bursts. Like something was blocking her air.
The world was tilting.
Marinette was panicking.
The voices of the police officers talking to her turned to distant murmuring.
The sharp scent of blood filled her nose, making her gag and choke.
The cold metal chair that she sat on seemed to disappear.
And suddenly she was falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
And Marinette was screaming.
Screaming for her brother. Her twin. Her best friend. Her partner in crime.
But the screams seemed too real to be a memory.
And it wasn’t her screaming.
And then Marinette remembered.
Gardens. Friends. Explosion. Scarecrow.
Fear toxin.
And screaming, but it wasn't Jason's name she was screaming. She wasn't even the one yelling out.
It was Chloé.
Chloé was screaming her name.
But why?
Gardens. Friends. Explosions. Scarecrow. Fear toxin.
Oh.
Marinette wouldn’t open her eyes.
Because she knew exactly what she would see.
Jason.
Lying still, covered in blood.
Dead.
It was a nightmare she used to have for the months following her brother’s death.
Marinette began to trembled, she fisted her hands and took a deep breathe. It didn’t work. Her breathing became erratic. She could feel her heart racing.
The second he injected her with fear toxin, Scarecrow dropped her so he could take a step back and watch.
“Open your eyes, little hero. The real Red Hood would have opened his eyes.”
His voice was enticing, she wanted to comply, to open her eyes.
“Don’t, Marinette!” She heard Adrien scream before a sharp thud sounded and he went quiet.
Someone hit Adrien.
Fury boiled Marinette’s blood. No one hurt her partner. No one.
Marinette’s eyes snapped open.
And she saw Jason lying in front of her.
But it wasn’t just him. Adrien, Kim, Chloé, Nino, Tom and Sabine.
They all lay dead around her. Their blood was all pooling together.
Marinette pulled herself up, shaking all the while. She stumbled backwards, eyes wide.
And then she heard the laughter.
That sickening, mad laughter.
Marinette whipped around to see the Joker standing over Jason, laughing.
Laughing.
Laughing.
She knew he was the one that killed Jason. The GCPD officers told her.
And then she saw it again, in the newspaper. Black and white and bloody.
Marinette growled and took a step forward.
That bastard.
He killed her family, her brother, her friends.
So she was going to kill him.
Marinette lunged forward with a snarl.
And she grabbed Joker by the throat.
“You fucking bastard!” She screamed, slamming her fists into the Joker’s face.
His laughter had seized and now the green bastard was gasping for air as she wrapped her hands around his throat, squeezing with all her might.
Faintly, Marinette heard someone call her name.
“Get her off of me!” the Joker screamed. Someone grabbed Marinette’s hood and yanked.
She didn’t move.
Marinette bared her teeth at the Joker, more animal than human, and let go of his throat to punch him in the face again.
“Marinette!”
That made Marinette pause.
It sounded like Jason.
“Pixie!”
Marinette whipped her head around to see Hawkmoth rushing forward, an Akuma at his heels. The Akuma was Syren, the mermaid that flooded Paris and killed almost two million people.
That day was horrible. Two million dead. Marinette broke down that day, even after Syren was defeated and she used her Miraculous Cure.
Two million dead.
And now her friends and family were too.
Hawkmoth ran forward and tackled her while she was frozen, throwing her off the Joker.
“No! he killed Jason! Let go of me!” Marinette screeched, tears leaked down her face. When had she started crying?
“Pix, I’m here. I’m right here.” Hawkmoth whispered. No, no-- who was this man to call her that? Only Jason called her that.
Marinette screamed and attempted to get away from him, but his grip was firm.
He was going to kill her and take her Miraculous and hurt Tikki--
Marinette could distantly hear the Joker being subdued, but she couldn’t see with her face pressed against Hawkmoth’s chest.
“Bug? oh my god, please be okay!” She could hear her friends--her dead friends--surrounding her.
“Marinette! It’s okay, Mari, I’m here. It’s me okay? It’s Chloé, your Bee.” Chloé‘s voice was broken, but how was she talking?
“No!” Marinette cried, “You’re--you’re dead. You’re not here.” She was sobbing now, clutching at Hawkmoth. She squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered.
“Nette, It’s us. We’re not dead.” Nino said softly.
“Pix, it’s okay, you’re okay.” Hawkmoth murmured to her, petting her hair the way Jason used to when she was sad.
“No, no, no, no, no.” Marinette was shaking her head and mumbling frantically.
“It’s gonna be okay, Pix. Batman will be here in a minute with the antidote.”
“No! Batman doesn’t help! No, no, no--”
Batman didn’t help when Willis and Catherine Todd died. He didn’t help when they had to live on the streets or steal to survive. He didn’t help when Jason and her were separated.
And he didn’t help when Jason was murdered.
Marinette was shaking violently.
She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t--
Something pricked her neck. Marinette sucked in a breath as her vision tilted.
Her heart rate slowed. Her breathing evened out. Marinette stopped shaking so much.
She stilled completely.
And slumped over into Chloé‘s arms.
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Jason didn’t know what to do. Marinette was half-conscious in the blonde girl’s arms. The girl was stroking Marinette’s hair and murmuring sweet nothings to her. She had tear tracks leaking down her pale face.
“Hood. Let’s get her to an ambulance.” Nightwing placed a hand on Jason’s shoulder. When Jason looked up at him from where he sat on the ground, the look on Nightwing’s face was full of pity.
That snapped Jason right out of it. He brushed Nightwing’s hand away and glared at him.
“Yeah, let’s go.” He said a bit gruffly. If Jason’s voice was watery, that was his business.
When Jason tried to scoop Marinette up, the blonde glared at him. Marinette’s other friends gathered around the girls like a shield, sending him equal glares.
Jason blinked, “I’m just going to take her to an ambulance to be checked out.” He hoped he didn’t sound as annoyed as he felt.
“We’re coming too.” The tall black boy said, he was dressed like Replacement.
Jason huffed but nodded, but when he tried to pick up Marinette again the buff boy dressed like Batman blocked him. The boy crossed his arms and glared at Jason.
“I’ll carry her.”
“Fine.” Jason bit out. Even if they were Marinette’s friends, they were starting to get on his nerves.
The group passed Marinette’s other classmates, they were almost to the ambulance when one dark-skinned girl with glasses stopped him.
“You’re Red Hood! Can I get an interview for my blog?” The girl asked, she already had her phone out and aimed at him. It was cracked and had a few glass chips falling off. She must have tried to film Scarecrow like an idiot.
“No.”
The girl looked aghast. “What? But I--”
“I’m kind of busy here if you can’t fucking see.” Jason growled. Marinette needed help and this stupid kid wouldn’t let him pass.
“With Marinette?” The girl looked past him at his limp twin. She scoffed and waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. “Oh she’s fine, she’s always been such a dramatic attention seeker.”
Rage boiled up inside of Jason, he would’ve punched or shot the bitch if Nightwing hadn’t walked over and grabbed his arm.
“Don’t, She’s not worth it.”
And for once, Jason listened. Marinette needed him more than this fucker needed a punch to the skull.
Jason turned back to Marinette and her friends, who were all looking just as murderous as he felt. Especially the boy dressed as Red Robin.
The tall, buff boy set Marinette down in the ambulance to be checked out by a paramedic.
After the paramedic was done, Marinette took four minutes and thirty-four seconds to wake up. Jason counted the whole time.
Before he could step forward to talk to his twin, Batman placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You want to tell me what's going on with you?"
Jason flinched. "I--she's, we're--ugh." He couldn't say it. How was he supposed to tell Batman that she was his twin sister that he never thought she'd see again? How was he supposed to explain to Batman that he kept her a secret for five years?
"Is she your girlfriend?" Batman asked, his eyes remained fixed on Marinette. The blonde girl was hugging her fiercely like if she let go Marinette would disappear.
The boys stood around her, waiting for their turn for a hug.
Jason wanted a hug.
"Ew, B. She my--" Jason made a face.
"Sister. They’re twins." Nightwing said, appearing on Batman's other side.
Jason glared at him. "I was gonna tell him!"
Nightwing shrugged. "I didn't really think you would."
For the first time since Jason met him, Batman looked shocked. Even when Jason died he had remained stoic, but now? Now he looked genuinely surprised.
"You have a sister? And you didn't tell me?"
Jason crossed his arms and gave Batman a pointed look. "I didn't trust you when we met. And then I died and stuff."
"Why weren't you together when I found you?"
Jason flinched. He really, really didn't want to talk about this now. He just wanted to go talk to Marinette.
"Can we talk about this later?" Even to himself, Jason sounded tired.
Batman sighed but nodded. "Fine. Meet me at home in an hour."
With that, he left, leaving Nightwing to elbow Jason in the ribs and grin.
"Go talk to our new sister! I can't wait for B to adopt her!"
And then he left.
Jason sighed and stepped towards his sister. He couldn't make sense of his jumbled emotions, they were all too entangled.
"Bug, I'm so glad you're okay! We were so scared!"
Jason heard the blonde boy wail to Marinette, hugging her around the neck. Marinette patted him on the back and smiled gently. She was obviously used to her friend's dramatics.
"Marinette? Can I talk to you?" He could do this. He was Red fucking Hood. He was a a vigilante and past crime lord.
He could talk to his sister.
Marinette looked at him curiously and was about to respond when the dark-skinned boy and the tall guy stepped in front of her.
"Why? She's still recovering." The dark-skinned boy said, narrowing his eyes.
"It's really a private matter."
This wasn't working.
Jason sighed and tugged at the bottom of his jacket.
"Guys, it's fine. He's not gonna hurt me." Marinette said, staring up only to wobble.
Jason lurched forward to catch her. "We can talk here, don't waste your energy."
Marinette bit her lip and nodded.
Her friends were hesitant to leave but one look from Marinette sent them trudging away. The blonde girl gave Jason the 'I'm watching you' gesture and kissed Marinette on the cheek.
The two sat in silence for a moment. It was too awkward. Why was it so awkward? Oh wait, maybe because he was a stranger wearing a fucking helmet.
"So...what did you want to talk about?"
"I--" Jason cringed. Why did this have to be so hard?
He sighed. What he was about to do would compromise his identity.
Jason reached into his jacket pocket.
And he handed her the clip.
Marinette stared at the clip in her palm for what seemed like hours.
Her mouth was open in shock. She wouldn't stop blinking.
Slowly, as if unsure, she turned to Jason, who steeled himself for what was about to happen.
"Where did you get this?"
"You gave it to me. The day we were separated. I was going to help you put your hair up but the crowd swept you away."
Marinette was silent. She stared at Jason like she wasn't convinced.
"You're dead."
Well, that wasn't what he expected her to say.
Jason put his head in his hands and groaned.
"Well, it didn't stick."
"You're fucking with me." Marinette bit out, she wanted to bash her head into a wall.
How could Red Hood know so much about her?
"If I was fucking with you how would I know you and I were homeless for years after Catherine and Willis died? Or that you wanted to steal the Batmobile's tires before I talked you out of it? Or that I called you Pixie Pop to annoy you? Or that--"
"Okay I get it!" Marinette jumped to her feet, wobbling a little but catching herself against the ambulance door.
Jason looked up at her, hoping that even through the helmet she would understand that he wasn't lying.
What if she didn't believe him? What if he fucked up his last chance to get his sister back?
"What can I do to prove it to you?" Don't say nothing, please don't say nothing.
"I-- I don't know."
Jason wanted to cry.
"License? Birth certificate? Weird adopted parents?" Jason was pleading now, he didn't care about his dignity.
"Show me the picture. If you were really Jason then you'd still have it."
The picture. The picture!
Jason was smiling hopefully as he reached into his pocket for where he usually kept the photo.
But it wasn't there.
Because Dick still had it.
Dick still had it.
Jason was desperate as he searched all his pockets just in case.
"Fuck, fuck. I gave it to Dick so he could confirm it was you and he never--fuck!"
Marinette was unimpressed.
"Give me twenty minutes. I can go get it! Dick still has it!"
Marinette crossed her arms. "Why?"
Fuck, why did she have to be so stubborn?
Oh yeah, because she was related to Jason.
"Twenty minutes!" Jason called out as he bolted away.
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This was fucking insane.
Red Hood couldn't be Jason. Jason couldn’t be Red hood.
Jason was dead. And Red Hood most definitely was not.
But Marinette waited anyway.
She really, really wanted Red Hood to be right.
It didn't stick.
That's what Red Hood said.
It didn't stick.
She kept waiting.
Once her friends realized that the vigilante was gone, they came back over to bring her back to the hotel for some rest.
"I can't leave. It's important."
"Bug! You just got hit with fear toxin! You need to sleep!"
"Adrien, I'm fine. And I need to wait."
Chloé sat beside Marinette and wrapped an arm around her. "Why? What's going on?"
Marinette just shook her head. She didn't like withholding information from her team, but she needed to be sure it really was Jason before she told them.
It was just too important.
Marinette gripped the clip tightly. It was her biggest piece of evidence that it really was Jason under the helmet.
Hope wrapped itself around her heart and squeezed.
Twenty minutes.
It didn't stick.
It was such a Jason response.
Even when they were kids, Jason had always tried to make light of bad situations. He would joke and poke fun at anything that would make Marinette frown.
Marinette waited with her friends, Tikki had come out to sit on her shoulder, cuddling her gently.
Five Minutes.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
Twenty minutes.
Marinette was sitting nervously. What if he didn’t come home? What if he brought a different picture?
Twenty-five minutes.
Thirty.
Fourty.
He wasn’t coming.
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--Lemon
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Tell me you love me, before I go.
A/N: A very short smutty writing I had in my swirling whole night, which unapologetically I ended up writing in the wee hours of dark.
Summary: Harry and Y/N are rivals -- very passive aggressive enemies. When on a mission Y/N breaks into his room he had no choice but to punish her.
AU: Rivals to lovers, dark sci-fi, angry rough sex, spanking and spitting, reassurance kink and unrequited love.
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A war between two groups. Left one with nothing but a tech base and other with almost everything. So the Arsonists raid the Phantoms' buildings to steal food items and necessary fuels for their people since they're mostly unarmed due to lack of weapons they try to use their brain as much as possible. 
Y/N works in one of the tech bases of Arsonists and right now she's standing with her five more mates trying to figure out how to break through these large gates of the villain's building, one of his most strong headquarters. 
They've to collect some data before another truck of fuel arrives for Phantoms next Wednesday so they could have access to it without doing much effort. 
Once sneaking in successfully because the two guards were too muddled in gossiping their arsess about their maiden. The building's nothing too extravagant, sleek and able to live, dimmed to an unpleasant light indicating everyone inside it is sleeping. 
She barges into the villain's room easily and almost had all the information in her hands from his drawers when the door to the room banged close, startling her at spot and the frames of her glasses fell on the carpeted floor. 
"Shit." 
"D'ya think cursing would take ye' out of here? if so you're down bad" Her heart sinks in when his cold insensate voice booms within the walls — a heavy boot comes crushing her glasses, again and again mercilessly. 
Her blood boils. Because, what the fuck. Doesn't he have any manners? 
"Do you think I need my glasses to punch the shit out of you, you prick!!" She pounced at him, almost breaking his nose into a splitted eiffel tower but he dodged it, twisting her wrists at her back and snatching the files from her sneering menacingly —- letting her painful grunts fly over his head without any remorse. 
"Well, well." She yelps when he tightens his grip angrily, "Look what cat dragged in come little mousey we're going to have some fun." She didn't know until now that someone could be this strong as he puts her in a chair like a rag doll binding her with no escape out. 
She tries to squirm and wriggle her butt out but he just tuts standing tall and evil in front of her, she rakes her gaze slowly up to his tanned biceps and clavicles popping from underneath his flimsy shirt, matted curls grazing his shoulders. 
"Oh no, trust me sweetheart, you're going to want to stay strapped in here. We're going to find out how many times an Arsonist can break –- and for the fact my people will kill you on the spot if you step out of my room." Shiver runs down her body from fear and he chuckles, flopping onto the edge of his bed, man spreading, leaning onto the heels of his palms behind him. 
"You're pathetic!" She spits out. Full of venom. 
"Pfft, a thief telling me that 'm pathetic." He shakes his head and she's despising his audacity as if he rules the world. She could kick him square in his sexy face but the thing's she's bound to this damn uncomfy chair. 
"Atleast, I don't go on killing people." She grumps and it's like she pushed a button when his irises turn pitch dark. Her eyes widen in astonishment, reeking with fear when he leaves his spot in a thunder striding towards her furiously and drags the chair closer to him, almost lifting it inches above floor. 
The next thing she knows that a gun is resting against her temple ready to be fired, "Ye' really that desperate fo' me to prove it to you, huh?" He growls, hooded gaze following the gun that's sliding down her cheek and the way her breath wavers —- lips trembles, nose twitches he knows he's fucked. 
"Will it hurt?" If she's going to die it better be an easy way. 
His eyes soften at that. Taking in the rosy features of her, the plushiness and squishiness of her skin that his fingers feels like dipping into cream. The women of Phantom aren't like this; they're built differently to fight and kill who wrongs them -- they're almost heartless at this point. 
"Dunno, You'll get to know after taking one." He shrugs like it's not a biggie tipping her chin with the gun's pointer and her eyelids slip shuts. She couldn't cry. Even her dead body wouldn't forgive her if she would cry infront of her worst enemy for the last time. 
"I hate you, Harry. I'd never ever forgive you for kidnapping my cat when we were small." There she said it. If she's gonna die soon she better let it off her chest. Before it could hit him right in the wound he builds a shield fast arguing back with a stoic chuckle. 
"Guilt tripping wouldn't help, darling." He tuts patting her cheek with the gun's barrel —- funny case it's empty of bullets. He just shooted all of them whilst doing target practice. 
"Fuck you." She yells. 
"It'd take much more action than just undressing me naked with your bare eyes." He squeaks dramatically. Stepping away and pouts when she huffs trying to kick her feet in his direction. 
"Not my fault that you're a perv." 
He pouts feigning fake disappointment putting a hand on his chest, "You're such a grudge holder." 
"Think about 10 ways to fuck me until then 'm heading to make amends for you -- see what they offer in return of their precious nerd." He smirks, it's sad such a gorgeous face could be such evil she thinks. 
// 
When he comes back she's fallen asleep from getting tired and exhausted being trapped in the same spot for hours, "Sorry, peaches but they don't want you back –- even told me to kill you if that what it ta —- oooh" He halts in his tracks closing the door behind him quietly not to wake her up and pads softly towards her, putting her dangling head back gently in a comfortable position and tucks a strand of her hair that's tickling her nose behind her ear. 
You're not supposed to act that way with your enemy, you FUCKER. 
His brain screams but his heart says otherwise. 
She has changed. She never cries anymore. Everytime they kidnapped her or she ended up being caught from his henchmen —- she'd always need company to make her feel less frightened from the hollowness of their buildings, would cry when they'd lock her up in dark rooms. 
It's awfully hurtful how once bestfriends turns into rivals just because of a conflict that ruined their and their families lives. 
She has been doing all of this for people who doesn't even care about her. They're using her and many others like her to build a nuclear power plant so they could become intimidating. 
He retires to sleep. Debating in his sleep whether he should just free her and tell her to sleep in one of the rooms of the buildings but soon the possibilities died when he was high in his slumber. 
// 
He groans, knuckling the sleepiness away from his eyes. He woke up from loud the thumping and found Y/N trying to break the door knob, he winces covering his ears when she screams watching him lunge towards her in rush. 
His chocolate curls bouncing atop his head. His emerald eyes speaking with morning's gold and lips ripe like cherry. His brows kinked in annoyance and expression pinched in rage. 
"You're confident." He rasps out in his morning husk and slams his hands on either side of her head trapping, cornering her between him and the wall.
"Did you really think it was going to be this easy." He nothing but purres, pushing her against the door. She gasps abruptly aware of their height differences moreso the radiation of power he daunts that she ignored her whole life. 
"Hmm." He hummed. Eyes black with intimidation burning her under the intensity of it, he keeps his focus on her, smirking. "It suits you. This trying to fight me, desperation is a beautiful look on you." 
"Fuck you." 
"I mean if, ask nicely." His smile is sweetly honey and lethal if you ask me. 
She glares at him with blazing daggers, "This isn't the way you make people love you." Her chest heaving with his heat close to her and his scent enveloping her. 
"Love?" He laughs fondly even, crinkled forming by his eyes and he breathes out when she hovers her dry lips over his's, "Sweet thing this isn't about love — if ye ask me far from that." He's lying. He's full of bullshit. 
"And yet you don't touch me or hurt me." She squints her eyes up at him wrecking her brain how to slip away from his hold, "If you beg so." He simpers awfully lewd for her. Sure as rock for what he said with his whole chest. 
"Come get me then!" She trips him aside and rushes for the door when he pushes her into it tightening his hand around her throat, it's aching him to tell her the truth but he wants to let her know her worth. He rests his forehead against her's muttering a rumble deep within his chest, "They don't want you Y/N." Her windpipes squeezes painfully. The statement punching her lungs. Tears springing in her eyes. 
"You're lying!!" She looks up at him shattered and desperate. 
He caresses his knuckles against her tear stained cheek, "Shh, shh baby I'll always want you even if they don't — " He jerks back when she blows hit at his brawny chest yelling at him. 
"It's because of you!! You, you, you." He sighs. Grabbing her wrists and pining them above her head, "Shut up, please." His chillness irks her more and she nips at him feastly. 
"Make me." So he does. When her eyes drift up at his determined ones it takes her breath away and she knew it was over for her. 
His lips catches her's in a hard kiss, driving them apart with the force of it. Nothing gentle mind mushing about it rather pricking needles into her skin with the severeness of it. She feels the door rattling against her back when he shifts, pushing her against it with his hips, every thought of her exploding into white noise of want and lust. The dark curl of desire twisting in her stomach and pearling sweat on her neck. With the last thread of restraint in herself she tries to pull away. 
"No." He says bringing her lips back to his's. Cupping her cheeks to deepen the kiss and it's ardent as before not loosing it's spark, she slips her hands under his shirt — pulling him closer and the low groan at the back of his throat, a small pleading noise of want sets her skin on fire. 
"Fuck me."  She mewls. Trying to latch on his body like a kitten with it's dainty paws. 
He glides his clammy palms down her bum and grabs her thighs wrapping them around his waist. Not breaking the kiss but tasting ever dulcet corners of her mouth and creating heavenly noises. 
The next thing they know she's crawling back with the help of her bum to settle in the nest of pillows and he's fumbling with his belt buckle quite aggressively, she tugs the hem of his shirt down not satiated enough from having his lips on her and meanders her fingers in his hair to pull at them roughly in order to flush her chest up against his's.
"Never thought your sheets would have smelled other than sex." Because, genuinely. They smell that of fresh mint and roses. 
"So, you think of me doing dirty on this bed you're laying at the moment?" He asks mock and degradation evident in his tone, "D'ya get wet dreamin' 'bout me railin' ye' to death?" He grazes his teeth along her jaw and sucks at her earlobe counting in her silence. 
"Shut up." She gasps, probably from the abrupt press of his bulge against the inside of her thigh. 
"Make me then." He growls. Fisting the hem of her hoodie and pulls it over her head throwing it among his skinny jeans. Her head falls back and lips tremble from the effect of slap he landed at her outer thigh —-- she knows she can't shut him.
Though he knows that her single command and he'd be at his knees for her. 
When she clings to him for dear life and whimpers in his ear softly, his eyes widen in realization and he leans away to watch her expressions diffuse into manifold emotions. His nose scrunches up and he holds back his cooes for her. 
She's a subby. A cute one. 
Her eyes blink open to the sight of him out of his boxers and it waters her mouth —- her mind manipulating her to lunge forward and take his heavy member in her palm to give a good suck to his shiny crimson head. 
Down her throat. Nestle her nose against the trim patch of hair under his balls. 
"Like what y'see, doll?" He highers his chin quite smug about her staring and she hates him for that, "Pretty cocky for someone who likes staring at his enemy's tits." Her voice groggy. She wheezes a squeak through her nose when Harry pulls his shirt over his head revealing toned pecs and abs -- skin sewn with tats. 
Unfortunately, she doesn't get to stare at it for longer when that shirt comes wrapping around her eyes blocking her sight. 
He can never let her have nice things would he?
"Wanted to gag your mouth with it … but I'd rather love hearing you moan fo' daddy." He nips at her collarbones -- sucking it harshly to leave a prominent mark. His calloused hand rubs over her tummy smiling against her skin when she jolts and lets a little squeal slip. 
His cock drips precome at her tummy and her breath shudders into heavy pants when the tip of his cock dipped in her belly button nudging it. 
"Ha —- " He glides his sticky head down her happy trail and slips his large palm into her panties cupping her with his middle finger teasing her entrance, "Couldn't hear you!" He ducks down to put his ear near her lips and drums the pads of his digits against her cheek. 
She huffs and squirms for a second then moans breathily when he spanks the side of her hip leaving a sting, "Oh my god, daddy." His grin victorious and he lowers down to smudge his lips against her parted ones -- kissing her tongue and humming around it. 
She's somewhere it's hard to configure out, in between paradise and wonderland. 
"Tell me princess, what d'I do with you in your filthy dreams?" He grabs her jaw patching gentle pecks against her lips and he slops his finger into her throbbing pussy, "Fuckin' drippin' down ye' bum fo' me." She cries out trying to hook her thigh around him but he hisses slapping her cunt hardly -- turning her into a thrashing mess. She's trying hard to suppress the bitter-sweet sensation of her own body getting out of control and her glistening pussy lips flutter erratically creating sloppy noises. 
She squirts drenching the sheets underneath them and her panties. 
He slides his arm under her arching back pushing her up against his chest with a jerk, "Daddy's askin' you somethin'." He grits, propping his knee in between her thighs to rub it against her soaking centre. 
She gulps, licking her dry lips, "You–your rings … ah!" Her whimpers are muffled against his chest and he twists his thumb in tight circles to smear her wetness from her slit to clitoris, "What 'bout them, doll?" 
How does she tell him she liked what he did earlier. 
"Daddy, please … " She whines blindly searching for his face but he grips her wrists in his one hand and groans, "How's daddy gonna make you feel good when you don't tell him, pet?" He takes a kitten lick of her perky nipple. Teasing her areola with the tip of his cold tongue against her warm sweaty body —- he laps at it hungrily then creates a suckling noises, the noises, his slobbery tongue on her body, his fingers curled inside her pussy and the thick humidity is too overwhelming, she feels like fainting. 
She wants him, inside her needy pussy. 
She can't take the teasing anymore. 
"Spanking! I – I liked it when you did it, please." He kisses her nipple for the last time before smashing his mouth against her's in a fervent sinfulness and parts away with a smooching noise to sit back on his heels, "It wasn't that hard was it? Just a word and I could give you my whole world." The sincerity in his voice makes her want to hug him and kiss him for lifetime but for now he has other plans as he rips her panties away moaning obscenely gruff at the sight of her pussy weeping for him to pound his cock inside her, so ready and full of dripping honeyed wetness  for him. 
"Your safe word is clouds." He whispers in her ear. He knows her limits and her resistance but by any chance he'd cross it he'd never forgive himself, "What's it?" He asks and she says in wavering, "Clouds." 
"Atta girl." He pets her cheek. 
Her nail scratches the side of his hands that are pinning her down when he spits on her already damp cunt, a loud noise resonates along with her needy cries when his free hand adorned in jewels came spanking her pussy and her pelvis remains lifted in air bathing in the sting of metal and the throb rattling in her whole core. 
"This's what you wanted?" He kisses his teeth slapping her slick clit again and again, "To be roughed up by daddy, hmm." She bobs her head squirming and wriggling. Her words struck in her throat. 
"To be manhandled." He hums a growlish moan tasting his own fingers coated in her juices, "I'll show you what being manhandled really feels like." He promises her. She gasps a sweet yelp when he flips her over and throws her bum up.
His cock rubbing against her thigh and her heartbeat fastens, anticipating something, crimping the sheets in her fists and mewls into the mattress when he spanks her ass loving the way it jiggles stroking it afterwards to subside the burn down before landing another brutal one. 
She bolts her eyes shut throwing back her hips at him and he lays all the way over her back pushing her down on the bed, her cum trickling down the inside of her thigh, "Want daddy's cock?" He asks. Slicking the head of his prick up and down her asshole and slit. 
When she nods vigorously he bumps it in furious circles against her swollen bundle of nerves, "Then beg fo' it," He says intimidatingly and she doesn't waste a second before blabbering shamelessly. 
"Daddy … please I want your massive cock inside me, all of it." In her entire lifetime -- she never once uttered these kind of words. 
His heart mushes into a puddle seeing her a babbling mess and grabby hands for him, he kisses her gently speaking to her with foremost affectionate, "shh, shh moppet. You could have it anytime you want it, daddy's g'na fill you to rim with his cum and make you keep it there for hours with his prick still snug inside your little pussy, just made for him, c'mere...yeah just like that." He lays her back gently that her front is facing him now and wraps his hand around her calve raising it and pushing it against her chest firmly.
A series of pornographic moans and whimpers echoes in his bedroom when he seathes inside her slowly stretching her out in by inch leaving a burn behind her pulsating walls, their breath laboured breaths mingling, "Fuck you're so warm baby —-- hugging daddy's cock so good." He whines looking down where they're connected and knotted. His stomach twists and turns, his hips stiffens and he resists from pushing inside her when she's not ready but her milking him with her wetness isn't doing him any mercy too. 
She gropes his ass, nudging him to move and their teeths clanks, temples falls against eachother and lips whisper prayers of their unrequited love when he pulls all the way back to pound back inside her roughly. 
"You're daddy's good girl, making him feel so good. I want to keep you to myself. all of you and cherish you, make love to you, w'na mark you however I want." He groans eyes rolling back under his closed lids grinding his hips against her's in rhythmic pleasuring motions to give her clit stimulations and she cries out feeling another bursting orgasm bubbling in her tummy. 
"'M gonna cum, daddy!" She tugs at his roots and he drives more maniacly inside her, "Squirt around daddy's cock pet, so your pussy could swallow it deeper inside you." The headboard of bed hits against the wall vigorously and she digs her heels deeper into the dimples at his back moaning at the top of her lungs when she gushes all over his dick making more squelching, soapy, dirty noises of him raming inside her. 
She desires for more. 
She has become one little insatiable thing. 
His balls smacks against her bum and his thursts turn faster to chase his high, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He curses nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and keeps his hand around his throat with the slight pressure of claimation. 
"Come fo' me again." He spanks her ass and she clamps shut down at him pushing him to the edge of ecstasy, "Squeezing me so tight -- gimme more, I know you can princess." Her legs tremble around his waist when she crampies around him and his cock's head strokes against her sweet spot doing wonders to just topple her off real quick. 
"Daddy!" She feels floaty and foggy head coming on his cock for the many times she has forgotten. Her mind blocking out even the weak shuddering whimpers and beaten moans of Harry as he reaches his orgasm unloading inside her -- his cum sticking thickly to her walls and some of it oozing outside of her pussy hole but he pumps it back with lazy strokes. 
He lifts his smushed face from the dip of her neck, his own curls sweaty against the nape of his neck and he smoothes his palms down her sides to calm her, his lips brushing featherly against the corner of her mouth as she keeps on blabbering something. 
When he tries to pull out gently she cries out pawing at his shoulders, "Daddy no!" He caresses her sweaty hair back and gets rid of her blindfold, pecking her nose sweetly. 
He wants to take care of her. He yearned to have her like this for years. He has to bring her back from her sub-space before it's too late. 
"It's no daddy anymore, petal. I'll crush you in this position — " Carefully he tries to retreat but stop when she says in a very dejected feeble voice, bottom lip wobbling and tears springing at the corners of her eyes, "You don't want me too?" OH NO. This's what Harry was afraid about. A breakdown. He saw the storm coming but didn't know it could be this worst right when she's in her sub-space. 
His face pales at that. His state in frenzy and panic. 
"No bubba. I want you my precious girl -- s'just you're gonna get tired like this, hmm. 'N I have so much to show you and make you meet new people -- couldn't have me baby walkin' on her wobbly legs for whole day could I?" He cups her cheeks tenderly and smiles down at her warmly smothering her in devoted kisses. 
"Promise, daddy?" She sniffles staring up at him with doe innocent eyes and he shakes his head, "Harry sweet angel, come back to me moppet." He keeps his gaze locked with her's, gliding his thumb delicately against her cheeks and seals his promise with a kiss. 
"Promise." 
She lets him pull out and he shushes her wrecked whimpers with his lips. Falling to side with a large puff of breather and embraces her with his arm slinged around her shoulders protectively and she hides her face in his chest, mumbling incoherent things and he tries to stay with her emotionally and physically much as possible -- assuring her and soothing her with his sweet nothings. 
"Harry." She whispers softly and his ears perks up at that looking down at her with most loving eyes, "Hi baby." He giggles quietly kissing the tip of her nose and she sniffs cuddling into him. 
"Sorry —- " He shakes his head pinching her chin to make her look up. 
"You don't have to darling -- s'okay, everything's alright." After, making sure she's okay and giving her million re-assurances because he loves to he cleaned her with a damp wash rag. 
"Such a pretty babe." He makes her blush treating her as if she's a china glass doll who'd break at his slightest poke and showers her in praises and kisses because dunno who got her self-esteem and confidence like that but that person sure needs to get punched in their face. 
"Did I hurt you?" He asks tenderly applying a thin layer of cream on her red imprints. She shakes her intervining her fingers into his's one by one and kisses his knuckle, "No." 
"Good." He chuckles as if he was holding his breath. 
"How bout you take a lil nap and I see if I could bring us some brekkie, hmm?" He's gonna break his own rule. Taking food from mess area to your rooms and taking long showers was never allowed, having lights on after 12 because of the risk of attacks. 
"'M not hungry, please stay." Her eyes half open and her face buried into his scented pillow, "Dunno. But to me you look like y'could faint any time soon." He says sternly pulling a snugly clean duvet over her body. 
"Okie but come back quick." 
"Don't worry. In a snap I'll be infront of you." 
//
It's her fourth day here. She came out of his room to socialize just a day before and she realized from the nasty glowers thrown her way that not a single person likes her. 
But it felt like spending a lifespan with Harry. To fill the emptiness of all those moments of their childhood together they lost once after the war. 
She got to know he's the best cuddler and likes to be a small spoon, she loves to jetpack him. He seems rather scary and is scary when he's commanding people off -- they wouldn't dare but to speak a word over him but he's this big softie Y/N likes to squish in their privacy. 
He got her glasses fixed and put them over her nose with a mishevious kiss, she was unable to not to grin when he murmered against her lips, "Now you could punch me with your glasses on." 
"Seems like I don't have to do that anymore." She shrugged squealing afterwards when he threw her over his shoulder tickling her till all she coul see was him and stars. 
It was all going on track until now when she was passing through the lobby to go to Harry who's practicing out in field, "What are you doing here Alex?" She asks angrily grabbing his arm and he tells her feeling relieved she's okay, "I'm here to take you back." 
"But they don't want me back." She grits, he catches her wrist pleading her sadly, "We want you back -- Nia waits for you daily." Nia is his five years daughter. 
"I know that … but — " How she's gonna tell him she's in love with one person they despise with their whole hearts. 
"But what — "
"Alex!!" He was in the midst when she sees a bullet approaching his way from the side of his shoulder and screeches loudly pushing him aside, the bullet makes it's home in her chest. 
It was fired from Harry's gun with his own hands that were loving on her an hour ago. Life drains out of his body and he feels sickness approaching to split his throat, knees turning weak as he stares his shaking hand in horror. 
Before, he could do anything another bullet hits Y/N in shoulder knocking her to floor and this time it was one of his people, the shot was fired on instinct. 
"Put your gun down!!" He shouts at him shoving him away with a single forceful push and strides towards where the love of his life's laying in a pool of blood. 
He pulls his hair maniacly, falling to his knees and pulls her up in his lap cradling her head gently to press his lips against her forehead, "No,no,no,no baby." He sobs wiping his tears away harshly to see her properly. 
"Ouch. It actually hurts." She gives him a frail smile raising her shaky hand to cup his cheek. 
Will it hurt? 
You'll get to know after taking one. 
He wishes he could takes his words back. 
"You'll be fine, you're okay, 'm so so sorry moppet. Didn't-- didn't know y'were standing behind him, bu –-- but s'...s'okay yeah —-- call the doctor!! Why nobody has called him yet!!!" His scream thunders aggressively as everyone watches  their commander this defenceless and vulnerable infront of them for the first time in shock. 
"It's not your fault, okay?" She manages to speak groaning and eyes rolling back from pain residing in her bones torturesly, he cries out like a wounded puppy patting her cheek to keep her awake, "Please stay with me baby, please." Her chest tightens. His chest tightens from the fear of loosing her and he stands up carrying her bridal style tumbling his way on wobbly legs towards the medical ward in the building. 
His tears shiny droplets on her skin and she nuzzles into his fragrance for the last time. 
"There was no happy ending to this," She murmurs. Any, sign of life fading from inside her and replacing her eyes with stoness.
He brings her closer to himself, "hey, hey now none of that -- you're not leaving. 'M not letting you leave." He kicks open the door and lays her limp body on the stretcher. Snapping his head outrageously in every direction to find any doctor but none and drags his palms down his teary face.
He couldn't stop crying.
He's loosing the sunlight of his bleak life he must protect her at all costs.
But, life's prize is something that would have him selling all of what he had worked for and still he'd be unable to even bring her back from cold dark earth.
"Shit. Shit ---– I'll patch you up myself. I know how to take a bullet out — " He creates a ruckus around to collect stuff, "Harry! Harry! listen to me." but her hollow anguish calls for him breaks him at last. 
"How about you spend these last few minutes with me because 'm really 'bout to die commander." She tries to keep her anxious voice cheery but fails drastically coughing blood, "Don't say that baby -- I just got you, don't leave me, don't make me hate myself again." Sad tears trickles down her cheeks and he feels like fainting imagining the pain, agony and fear she's suffering from. 
She's hating to leave him.
"Maybe in afterlife, we could have a nice homely house, long warm baths and two smol kittens —- and oh I forgive you for kidnapping my cat." She admires him for the last time wiping his tears away and tries to lift his head that's lowered into shame. 
She's so fond of him at the moment.
She gulps, trying to gasp for oxygen feeling her heartbeat drop to zero, pleading him, "Tell me you love me before I go." His bloodshot eyes snap to her's and his chest heaves ruggedly with heartbreaking sobs -- his words full of sorrow tasting the bitterness of goodbye on her lips streaking away the blood on her mouth. 
"I love you so much, baby. Never stopped. Never will." She cries at last kissing him back with all the blood she has left pumping to her heart and tries to exchange the words but it was too late before she lost it all -- cold in his loving embrace. 
"Stay…." He begs praying like he did never before. 
"Y/N!!" He screams trying to shake her alive and hugs his angel to himself with mournful wails. 
Everyone standing outside the room knows that they'll never see this Harry again. 
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bigtittybitch10 · 3 years
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Fighting the Kooks - JJ
Y/N POV
"I do not want to go JJ," I tell my boyfriend for the 5th time today.
"Why not, you never miss a good kegger?" JJ asked me while throwing himself onto my bed and looking at me.
"I just don't want to go okay," I tell him while getting up and making my way to the living room finding my brother John B on the couch chilling.
"She's not budging JB," JJ said while rolling his eyes and making his way out of my room.
"Y/N why don't you wanna go?" John B asked me while taking a sip of his warm beer.
"I just don't want to JB," I told him while getting irritated.
"WHY NOT?" John B asked me getting clearly frustrated. I didn't say anything because I really didn't feel the need to tell him what went down with the Kooks last time we held a Kegger.
"Babe, what happened that's making you not want to go?" JJ asked me. I just rolled my eyes and tried to walk away. JJ caught my arm and pushed me against the wall trapping me from getting away.
"Nothing fucking happened," I told while trying to push him away but he wasn't budging. He could tell I was lying so he refused to let me go.
"Fine I just had a slight run-in with Topper," was all I said giving up the fight.
"What the fuck did topper do?" John B asked while getting up from the couch clearly upset with the situation.
"I don't even know okay. Like he's always been fucking weird around me and last time at the Kegger for my birthday I was drunk as fuck and he cornered me to a tree and kept trying to mess with me," I told John B and JJ.
"Im gonna fucking kill his ass," John B said.
"Im so sorry babe," JJ said to me pulling me into a hug and kissing my forehead. I just shrugged trying to forget about it.
"Well Im gonna stay home with you then," JJ said while still holding me in his arms.
"No Im gonna go now so I can make sure yall don't kill the asshole," I tell JJ while pushing him off of me and getting ready.
"You can't stop me from pounding his face in," I hear JJ say while he slowly starts following me into my room.
"I'll give you head for a week if you keep your hands to yourself," I say which makes JJ laugh.
"I get head anyways," he replied back being cocky.
"JJ you better not be touching my sister," John B says while fake gagging.
"Oh shut it John B, I know you can hear her screaming my name," JJ says which makes my face turn beet red.
"You're about to be added to the hit list JJ," JB says which makes me laugh and JJ runs past me and into my room.
"You better not touch him in there," John B says very seriously while pointing a very warning finger at me. I just shrugged and rolled my eyes and walked into my room and closing the door.
TIME SKIP
I am now a couple of beers in and I see JJ slowly creeping his way towards the Kooks. It was clear what he was gonna do and at this point, i have no energy to try and stop the fucker. I see JJ look back towards me and I threw him a warning glare but I could tell he didn't care.
I see JJ lunge towards Topper getting in a good couple of punches which made Kei and I instantly running towards the boys. I see John B instantly join in making the both of us run even faster.
As soon as I get to the boys I instantly try to get in between JJ and Topper. I was then being held back and I look to see who it was and it was Rafe. I tried to elbow him but it only made him squeeze me tighter. I started screaming which made JJ look at me which resulted in Topper throwing another punch at JJ, only making me scream more. JJ got up and went over to Rafe punching him until he let go of me making me instantly run over to Pope since he was the only Pogue not getting involved. Kei finally got John B to stop throwing punches but now John B was tasked with breaking up JJ and Rafe.
When John B finally got them apart he threw one last punch at Rafe before storming back into the Chateau with the rest of the pogues following. When we finally got to the house JJ stormed into my room slamming my door with John B going to the fridge and grabbing another beer. I walked down the hall slowly opening my door and finding JJ sitting on the edge of my bed with his face buried into his face.
"Im so sorry babe, I had to," JJ said while not even looking up.
"It's okay babe," I tell him walking over to him and standing in between his legs when he wrapped his arms around me pulling me closer.
"Look at me," I say softly to him making him look at me. I could see the bruise forming around his eye and his lip was lightly bleeding.
"Let's get this cleaned up babe," I tell him walking out into the bathroom and grabbing a washcloth with warm water and walking back to JJ, and dabbing his lip until the blood was all cleaned up.
"I wanted to kill him," JJ tells me making me laugh lightly.
"I know, Im glad you didn't," I tell him while pushing him onto my bed and laying down on top of him.
"I was pissed," he tells me which makes both of us lightly laugh.
"I couldn't tell," I add making both of us laugh.
"I bet I looked hot as fuck though," he says.
"You're not getting head for a week," I saw looking JJ in the eyes.
"Oh please we know that's not true," He tells me.
"You'll see," I tell him while laying my head back onto his chest.
"I love you," JJ says softly.
"I love you too," I reply back.
"You really aren't gonna give me head?" JJ asks making me laugh a little.
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makerofmadness · 2 years
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aight here’s a bunch of randomly generated incorrect quotes! under the cut for the sake of my followers mainly. some of these were surprisingly fitting/in-character tbh.
Andy: Dumbest scar stories, go! Felix: I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Melody: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it. Margret: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. Claus: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn. Peter: Peter: I have emotional scars.
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Andy: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat? Felix: >:O language Melody: Yeah watch your fucking language Margret: OKAY WHO TAUGHT MELODY THE FUCK WORD? Claus: 'The fuck word'. Peter: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time Melody: Oh my god they censored it Claus: Say fuck, Peter. Melody: Do it, Peter. Say fuck.
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Andy: Croissants: dropped Felix: Road: works ahead Melody: BBQ sauce: on my titties Margret: Shavacado: fre Claus: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead Peter: Peter, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.
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*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’* Andy: Thanks fam! Felix: oh no Melody: *cries* I love you too Margret: Sounds fake but okay Claus: *A flustered mess* Peter: can i get a refund
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Andy: Hewwo. Felix: Hihiiiiii! Melody: Greetings, Humans. Claus: Three kinds of people. Margret: I want pudding. Andy: Four kinds of people. Peter: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS? Claus: Five kinds of people.
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Andy: I CAN'T DO IT! Felix, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER! Andy: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE Melody: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US. Andy: Andy: I appreciate it, Andy: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH- Margret: Andy- Andy: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE! Claus: Andy we gotta- Andy: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT. Andy: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' Andy, motioning to Peter: NOT FUCKING THIS
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Andy: Time for plan G. Felix: Don’t you mean plan B? Andy: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Melody: What about plan D? Andy: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Margret: What about plan E? Andy: I’m hoping not to use it. Claus dies in plan E. Peter: I like plan E.
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Andy: Felix... How do I begin to explain Felix? Melody: Felix is flawless. Margret: I hear their hair's insured for $10,000. Claus: I hear they do car commercials... in Japan. Peter: One time they punched me in the face... it was awesome.
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*The squad is over at Andy's house* Felix: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven? Andy: ... N-No... Andy, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have??? Felix, motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought! Melody: I see a- Andy, motioning to one device: This is a microwave. Felix: Oh, well I- Andy: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave* Andy, amazed: Its got a bake setting! Margret: Ohoho, you learn something new every day! Claus: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first? Andy: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin! Andy: I am someone who owns four ovens... Andy, louder and way too happy: I am someone... who owns FOUR OVENS... Andy: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens... Peter, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven! Andy: Felix: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens! Andy: Andy, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS
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Andy: We need to distract these guys Felix: Leave it to me Felix: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Melody, Margret, and Claus: *Immediately begin arguing* Peter, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.
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Andy: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something? Felix: Nope, absolutely not. Melody: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through. Margret: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life. Claus: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you. Peter: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.
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*The squad right before Andy's wedding* Felix: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend. Melody: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too! Margret: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well Claus: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND Peter, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE
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Andy: Well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you’re out to save the world! Felix: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment. Melody: More or less, I guess... Margret: That sounds awesome! Let’s do that! Claus: I’m new here, but I am open to the concept. Peter: I thought that’s what we were doing, guys, come on!
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Andy, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here. Felix: Hey. Melody: Hi. Margret: Hello. Claus: Hey! Andy: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! Peter: We were out of Doritos
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*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker* Andy: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know. Everyone: Felix: ...I did. I broke it. Andy: No. No you didn't. Melody? Melody: Don't look at me. Look at Margret. Margret: What?! I didn't break it. Melody: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? Margret: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken. Melody: Suspicious. Margret: No, it's not! Claus: If it matters, probably not, but Peter was the last one to use it. Peter: Liar! I don't even drink that crap! Claus: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? Peter: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Claus! Felix: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Andy. Andy: No! Who broke it!? Everyone: Claus: Andy... Melody's been awfully quiet. Melody: rEALLY?! *Everyone starts arguing* Andy, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. Andy: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Andy: Andy: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
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Andy: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke. Felix: Okay, but what is updog? Melody: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish. Margret: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released. Claus: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden. Peter: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter. Andy: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs. Margret: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current. Melody: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway. Felix: What’s a henway?? Andy: Oh, about five pounds.
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Andy: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat* Felix: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents Andy: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you Melody: Actually I did the math, Felix would have $225, not $0.15. Felix: Fam I’m right here.... Margret: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :) Andy: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please? Margret: Sorry I only have a dollar Andy: :( Melody: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Felix would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent Margret: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice Melody: You can buy anything you want with $22,500 Claus: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice Melody: Apply juice to what Peter: Directly to the forehead Felix: Great chat everyone
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'Can I copy the homework?' Andy: I can help you with it! Felix: Yeah, sure. Melody: Bold of you to assume I did the homework. Margret: lol nope. Claus: Wait, we had homework?!?!?! Peter: *Read 5:55pm*
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Andy: Rules are made to be broken. Felix: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken. Melody: Uh, piñatas. Margret: Glow sticks. Claus: Karate boards. Peter: Spaghetti when you have a small pot. Andy: Rules. Felix:
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the-palmetto-king · 3 years
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In Neil's Sophomore year, Katelyn (5'3, blue eyed, slender build, auburn haired Katelyn) has a friend with cancer and decides to cut her hair very, very short (ahem like Neil's). CUE THE DRAMATICS
listen this took very long i've been insanely busy. so um sorry. but also this ended up really long. so. enjoy.
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"I'm thinking about cutting my hair," Katelyn said in the car, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Okay. I mean you don't need my permission, and I think you should do it if you want to, but why?" Aaron asked.
"I mean with Emma and everything, I mean I feel like it's the least I could do," she replied. A few weeks ago, one of the vixens had been diagnosed with cancer and it had been hard on all of them. A few of them had decided to band together and cut their hair in a show of support.
Aaron loved how caring she was, caring about everyone from her found family with the vixens to fucking Josten sometimes. He could never, and probably will never, understand how those two came to be friends.
When he picked Katelyn up from her hair stylist's place Aaron's first thought was that she looked amazing.
His second thought was that she looked like Josten. God. His girlfriend, of all people looking like the Palmetto striker who happened to be fucking his brother.
Auburn hair atop a thin face with bright blue eyes flashing in the sunshine.
"Do you like it?" she asked warily.
"Do you?"
"Yeah, I really like the feel and the look," Katelyn responded.
"Then yes, I do," Aaron smiled. He pushed all thoughts about his twin brother and his boyfriend out of his head.
His girlfriend was amazing and lovely, and nothing like Josten. He kissed her and pulled out of his parking spot.
When he pulled up to practice later, he saw Josten standing next to Andrew and it nearly gave him a heart attack. When he couldn't see Josten's obnoxious face, his first thought was that it was Katelyn. God. He loved Katelyn more than he loved himself, but he had to figure something out if he thought of Neil fucking Josten every time he looked at her and vice versa.
The more he thought about it, the more he didn't like it. Katelyn was kind, forgiving, and the woman he loved. Neil was ruthless, hotheaded, and the boy who was going after his brother.
Maybe they did look a little similar though. He could admit that. Maybe admit it, but not deal with it. If he ignored it long enough, maybe it would go away.
Sitting in front of Bee a week later, it did not. Clearly. When he was sleep-deprived, for example, he nearly called Neil Katelyn, and he couldn't stop thinking about she looked like Neil when he was kissing Katelyn yesterday. It was seriously fucking him up.
Andrew was running late for their joint session, and he would never talk about it with Andrew. They have enough problems as is. Bee could just tell something was wrong. He could see why Andrew liked her. Maybe "liked" wasn't the word; more like "she appealed to him." He would never understand their relationship and he's given up on trying to.
So when she asked him what was bothering him, he said fuck it and told her. Legally, she couldn't tell anyone.
"So does it bother you that Katelyn and Neil look similar, or that it's Neil she looks similar to?"
Turns out Neil, speaking of the devil, was sick and Andrew decided to skip and take care of him. Aaron had no idea how that made him feel, or whatever it was that Betsy asked because he didn't care. Andrew could skip their session with a fake excuse that he was taking care of his multiple-night stand. He was okay to skip his weekly torture, but Betsy asked him to stay.
Which is how he wound up talking about his current issue.
"I mean- they're so different, and Katelyn and I care about each other, and she could never be like him."
"So it's the fact that she looks like Neil that's bothering you," Bee replied.
"I didn't say that," Aaron protested, "I just hate that they are nothing alike but look so similar."
"And how exactly are they different?"
"Well Katelyn's amazing and I love her, and Neil's well- just Andrew's boyfriend and they don't actually care about each other; Neil's ruthless and rude, and everything Katelyn isn't."
"So is this about you and Andrew then?"
"I did not say that."
"But you meant it," Bee quirked an eyebrow. "And I think you might be upset that you and Andrew aren't as different as you may believe."
"Are you going to give me a solution to stop thinking of my brother's- whatever Neil is to him- or are you just going to sit there and psychoanalyze me?"
"You are welcome to leave if you don't want to get to the root of the problem," Bee replied, completely straight-faced.
"I don't want to get to the root of the problem, I just want it fixed."
When Katelyn picked him up, he tried to push everything relating to Andrew and Neil out of his head.
It was small talk before a genuine question about how therapy went before making out in her car and thinking that this was everything compared to his brother and Neil.
But it wasn't that he didn't care about Andrew, because he did and he was learning to; it was that he could never see how Andrew could look at Neil like he saw Katelyn.
Ignoring it worked for a little while, and he watched the sunlight streaming through her hair as she carefully drove her car back to the dorms. Completely unlike Neil's reckless driving, swerving between lanes like he was still on the run.
They said goodbye in the hallway with a kiss as Aaron opened his door. He trudged through his mountain of homework before waiting outside the Maserati for practice.
Neil and Andrew approached the car and hopped in the front seats of the car. Fuckers.
He rolled his eyes and hopped in the back. He looked at Neil leaning back in his seat and watched as his hair caught fire. Just like Katelyn's did. Fuck. God.
When they finally pulled up to the stadium Aaron jumped out of the car as quickly as he could and slammed the door. Neil looked at him weirdly, but Aaron didn't need anything from the source of his problem at the moment.
They had the same hair and the same eyes. They weren't anything like each other, right? Other than red hair and blue eyes. A fairly rare genetic combination doubling up in Palmetto to torture him. Figures, knowing his luck around anything concerning his brother.
The longer he zoned out staring at Neil, Aaron sort of started to see exactly what was bothering him.
It wasn't just that they were different, and that Neil annoyed him whilst Katelyn did anything but. Maybe it was the fact that Andrew had someone that wasn't him.
He remembered the nights on the bus where Neil comforted Andrew and the time Katelyn punched a guy who catcalled her. As much as he hated to admit it, both he and his brother had found people. Similar people, to say the least.
And whether or not they looked similar, well. It was funny that short auburn hair was what caused Aaron's entire predicament in the first place.
Andrew had Neil. Whether it was an actual relationship or just whatever they did, they were happy and Aaron was okay with that. And Aaron had Katelyn with that, and Andrew was coming to be okay with that.
God, admitting to himself that he and his brother were even somewhat similar was uncomfortable. Not in a bad way, more like it was something he was going to have to get used to.
A week later, he was sitting in front of Bee and he made eye contact and muttered a quick
"You were right."
She smiled and offered him hot cocoa. Andrew didn't say anything or even ask, and he silently thanked his brother for his apathetic attitude.
When Andrew left, Aaron stayed behind.
"I think it was more that it was Andrew's person or whatever," he said.
"Was this about Neil or Andrew?" Bee asked.
"Both, I think," he hesitated, "Maybe that Andrew and I had found people, and maybe even that they were similar." What had Josten even done to him. He wasn't exactly complaining about his mending relationship with Andrew, but now he was talking about his problems.
"Well, Aaron, I think that is a good explanation and that you have made good progress, especially with your brother." He nodded at her and got up from his chair.
In the car, Andrew raised an eyebrow, one of his only tells of emotions, and said, "If you're waiting for me to ask about whatever the fuck is going on with you I'm not going to."
"I wasn't waiting for you to do anything, asshole. And nothing's going on with me," Aaron replied through gritted teeth.
Just because he accepted whatever Josten was to Andrew does not mean he had to play nice with his asshole brother or his boyfriend. But for now, he was okay with his asshole brother and his even worse boyfriend.
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noctumbra · 4 years
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peaches: vi ─ one
summary ─  yes, he was jealous of him. oh, how jealous he was of him.
pairing ─ dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader
warnings ─ angst, language, jealousy, depressive thoughts, bucky is sad sad y’all
a/n ─ told y’all that i’m gonna make it two parts and this one is the angsty one. the other one will be smutty and be related, so please read this before the smut part arrives. hope you like it! i don’t own the gif.
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When she said ‘a friend’, Bucky did not expect her to bring a boy to the dinner.
Her introducing the boy as ‘her boyfriend’ was even worse. Bucky felt a lick of jealousy run through his veins and for a second, he saw things red. Suddenly, there was this… possessive side of him, demanding him to claim what was his. She wasn’t a thing, though, but she was his. Not that… skinny, not-worthy-of-your-attention boy.
“This is my Dad, Steve, and this is Papa, Sam,” she introduced with a soft smile on her lips. “That’s both our neighbor and family friend Bucky.” She looked at him and her smile lost its softness. Bucky wanted to smirk devilishly, but he knew he couldn’t. Not in front of Steve and Sam. “People, this is Alex, my boyfriend.”
Bucky wanted to rip his head off after he ripped every single limb he had that was touching her. She was his, goddammit.
“Nice to meet you, Alex,” Sam said, reaching out for a handshake. His voice pulled Bucky out of his vivid imagination, and he blinked. Plastering a fake smile on his lips, not bothering to hide the coldness in his voice, he reached out, too.
“Yeah,” Bucky murmured. His voice was cold to even his own ears. “Nice to meet ya, Alec.” Alex smiled friendly at him, though he did grimace a little when Bucky squeezed his hand a tad harsh.
“It’s Alex, sir,” he corrected Bucky with a soft voice. Bucky clenched his jaw angrily, but smiled. It was cold. “Nice to meet you, too, sirs.”
Until the dinner time, Bucky teased with the boy, jabbed sometimes and most likely annoyed him to the hell and back. He kept saying his name wrong, asking him a bit private questions such as his ex-girlfriends. She was looking at him in disbelief, but Bucky wasn’t one to step back. He was a stubborn fucker after all.
When things became a little aggressive between Bucky and Alex, Steve announced the dinner time. The dinner table was already set, but the food needed to be carried. Bucky watched her volunteer, insisting her parents to stay and talk with Alex, she turned to Bucky.
“Can you help me while they talk?” She asked sweetly. Bucky shrugged and nodded. As much as he wanted to stay behind and interrogate the boy, he also wanted to stay alone with her. He pushed his chair back and followed her to the kitchen. She was already putting things on the small bowls.
“What the fuck ─” she turned to him as soon as she was sure that they wouldn’t be heard. “are you doing, exactly?” Bucky frowned and decided to play dumb.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, honey,” Bucky murmured as he moved towards the counter and kept his hands busy. She threw daggers at him with her eyes, narrowed and angry. He could see her hands trembling slightly. They always trembled whenever she was angry.
“Sure you fucking do,” she snarled. “Calling him everything but his actual name? Asking him why his exes left him? Mocking with him? Are you fucking real?” Bucky lifted his head from the bowl he had been filling; his eyes were narrowed, too.
“Watch the way you’re talking to me, sweetheart,” Bucky warned her. His voice was deadly calm, eyes dangerously sparkling. Bucky walked towards her slowly. Caging her against the counter, Bucky leaned in. “We both know he’s just a boy.”
A spark went off in her eyes, understanding filled her face and she laughed. “You’re jealous. Hah!” She continued to laugh.
“It’s not funny,” Bucky grumbled, pressing her against the cold and hard marble tighter. She didn’t stop laughing, Bucky could see the tears rolling down her cheek. “Stop it,” he growled. She shook her head.
“It’s─ oh my God, Bucky,” she chuckled. “Jealous? What are you jealous of?” Bucky raised a brow.
“Isn’t it obvious, honey?” Bucky asked her sweetly, tilting his head to his left. “That boy. He’s not good enough for you,” he admitted. “He’s not worth your attention.” She smiled, it was rueful and, even though Bucky wanted to deny it, mocking.
“And you are? Are you good enough for me? Worth my attention?” She looked at him, she was outright amused now. “I don’t think you are, James.”
It ─ hurt.
Bucky felt like he had been punched, kicked in the guts. He pulled back immediately, putting more than an arm’s length of distance between them. He knew what they had wasn’t long-lasting, but hearing these words? So similar to what he had heard years ago before he learned he was being cheated on?
It hurt like motherfucker.
“Yeah, my mistake,” Bucky rasped out.
“Stay away from my relationships,” she hissed. “We are fucking sometimes, but that’s it. We aren’t a thing. Stop fucking acting like it is,” she snarled at him again. He blinked the tears away and nodded. Returning to his place, he quickly finished fixing the bowls and food, and grabbed them. As he was placing the food on the table, she came out of the kitchen.
The dinner went on fast. Bucky didn’t say a word unless he was forced to speak, or asked something. He played with his food, drunk his wine. Bucky watched her with him. Watched the way she smiled at him, held his hand, or laid his head on his shoulder while laughing at something he said.
Yes, he was jealous of him. Oh, how jealous he was of him. Bucky wanted to be in his place: He wanted to be able to hold her hand freely, or hug you, kiss you anytime he wanted without worrying if her parents ─ his friends─ would see. He wanted to date with you and wanted to be free while doing it so, but.
She was right. They were fucking sometimes. Whenever they had something that they were angry at, they fucked the frustration out of each other. For her, Bucky was just a handsome guy who had an enough-good-looking body and knew how to fuck. That was it. That was what Bucky was to her. Nothing more. What was Bucky expecting? For her to fell in love with him? Bucky wanted to cry laugh. 
Instead doing that, he stayed silent. He sometimes laughed at some lame jokes Steve and Sam did, but other than Bucky just sipped his drink silently. His heart was broken, there was no denying it. He never imagined he’d hear those words again, but he did.
“Did you even think why I cheated on you?” Bucky could practically hear his ex-fiancée’s voice in his ears. “You aren’t good enough, James. You’re attractive, yes, but there are people who worth my attention better than you. If you think you’re permanent in my life, then you’re fucking wrong.” Bucky took a deep breath, trying not to let his tears fall. He was not going to show her how much her words affected her. He did that mistake once, and he was mocked terribly.
“Bucky?” He heard Sam nudging him gently. Bucky blinked.
“Yeah?” He could see the worry in Sam’s dark brown eyes.
“He’s going, c’mon,” Sam murmured. Bucky nodded and stood from his seat. He placed his glass on the coffee table in front of him and grabbed his things.
“I might as well go home, too,” Bucky mumbled, his voice low and sounded hurt. Sam frowned but nodded.
“Okay,” he agreed. Sam knew his true feelings about his past broke up, he might have picked the signs up already, Bucky thought to himself idly. So, he tried to smile at Sam, but he didn’t know if he succeeded it. They walked towards the door to see Alex out.
“Thank you for the lovely dinner,” Alex said, smiling friendly. Bucky heard Steve and Sam smiling and telling him that they were happy to have him. Bucky, then, watched her kiss him and walk with him to his car. He sighed, averting his gaze from the scene.
“I better go,” Bucky murmured without looking either of them. “Goodnight.” He waved at them awkwardly and walked out of the Rogers-Wilson household. It only took him a minute to reach to his house, and when he was finally inside and alone, Bucky fell to his knees and sobbed.
It felt like he was living his break up all over again. He couldn’t believe that she was able to hurt him like this with only five words. Five. When did he gave her the power, he didn’t know.  All he knew was that it hurt like hell. His heart was beating like crazy in its cage, and his lungs seemed to unfavor the oxygen at the moment. Bucky took his head between his hands and continued to sob.
After what felt like hours, Bucky got off of the ground and walked to his room. He felt dirty and wanted to take a shower, but he didn’t have the energy. He shed his shirt and took his shoes off, and he threw himself onto his bed. Hugging an extra pillow to his chest, Bucky cried himself to sleep.
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[second part will be posted soon]
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fruitymimi · 4 years
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i’m crazy but you like that - aizawa x reader
wheww its mafia!aizawa fucking his rivals girlfriend... thats all i gotta say... 
warning: N*FW CONTENT!! degradation, sex w/o condom, GUN PLAY, aizawa is really rough lol, lots of name calling, he calls the reader useless a couple times-
pairing: aizawa x female reader
word count: 2362
a/n: the first yandere!hawks chapter will be out soon, i just need to edit a bit & make sure i like it <3
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“Using his own girlfriend as bait… How pathetic..” Aizawa mumbled as he walked into the room. She was sitting in a chair, her hands tied behind her back and her legs strapped to the chair. “How much d’you think they’d pay to have their pretty girl back? Maybe… two million? Ah, I forgot they didn’t value you much… Maybe it’s because you’re useless.” Aizawa stood in front of her, his hands tucked into his suit pockets.
She looked up at him, shaking her head. “I’m not useless!” She yelled at him, turning her head when Aizawa reached out to grip her chin. He forced her to look at him, staring down into her eyes.
“They damn sure weren’t keeping you around for your brains, princess. I think they treated you like eye-candy. I mean, I don’t blame them, as pretty as you are..” Aizawa kneeled in front of her, slowly blinking up to catch her gaze. “I’ll make you a deal. Tell me everything you know about him and his gang and I’ll consider letting you leave. You can flee town, start a new life, I don’t give a shit. Or…” he trailed off, turning his head to tell his men to leave the room. He watched them walk out, closing the door behind themselves.
“Or..?” She was growing impatient and desperately wanted to get out of the chair she was bound to. “I’ll tell you whatever you want, just let me out of this chair.” She begged, watching Aizawa walk behind her.
“Promise to be a good girl?” He teased, pulling at a few strings to loosen the ropes. Aizawa watched as she got up, instantly fixing her dress. She reached down, her hand finding her thigh garter but.. Something was missing? Her eyes went wide as she looked up at Aizawa.
The long haired man let out a chuckle. He gave her a fake pout, twirling her own shiny gun between his fingers. “You don’t think I’m that fuckin’ dumb, do you?” Aizawa asked, “you tried something like that… On the Eraserhead? I was right, your little crew surely wasn’t keeping you because you were smart, kitty. And what did you think your stupid itty bitty gun was gonna do? Hurt me?” Aizawa said in that mocking voice, the one that just taunted anyone who heard it. He threw the gun behind himself, tucking his hands back into is pockets.
She bit down on her lip, her hands a bit shaky. Aizawa just stared at her, waiting for her to make her next move. Finally, he’d gotten bored of waiting after about 15 seconds into the silence. He walked over to her, towering above her. She swallowed, knowing she had one choice left. Fight him.
She reached out to punch him in his jaw, but he caught her wrist before it hit him. “And they didn’t teach you how to fight? Baby, you’re just making this too easy for me.” He bit down on his lip, “they sent their stupid little bimbo out to fight me & didn’t even train her. Could have used your dumb little sandstorm quirk against me, but we both know who would make it out alive. I know all about you, Y/N.” Aizawa belittled her, a smirk plastered on his face,
Her breathing grew heavier and heavier as she looked the man in the eyes. She always knew how gorgeous the mafia leader was. Something about him towering over her like this made butterflies flutter in her tummy.
“As I was saying,” He said. He could see her watching his lips as they moved, his tongue darting out to lick the bottom one, “you could stay with me, be like my pretty little trophy, we take down that fucker’s group, I give you everything you want… including revenge… and everybody’s happy. How’s that sound?” His eyes flashed red as he stared down at her.
She bit down on her lip, “I’ll do it.” She told him, feeling his arms let her go. She watched him walk over to the chair she was previously seated in, sitting down with his leg on top of the other. 
Aizawa pouted his lips. “How do I know you’re not fucking with me, Y/N?” Aizawa asked her, reaching into his suit pocket. He pulled out his silver pistol and his hankerchief, slowly wiping it down while maintaining eye contact with her. “I don’t want to have to do something to you that we’ll both end up regretting, darling.” 
“I’ll do whatever it takes to get you to believe me… I.. I want to work with you instead of him.” She told him, her eyes darting down to his hands working on his gun every so often.
“Finally realizing how much of a dick he is, dollface? Come here.” Aizawa beckoned her over with his finger, “on your knees for me, sweetpea.” Aizawa tugged his phone out from his pocket, turning to his camera. “Open that pretty mouth for me..” he whispered.
She did as he said, sticking out her tongue and opened her mouth. He gently slid the barrel of his gun between her lips, smiling softly. “Move your tongue around it and look pretty for the camera. I want to show him that his bitch’s got her mouth wrapped around my gun like it’s my cock.” he snapped a few pictures, smiling from the outcome. “And look at you, acting like a slut already… Your drool’s all the way down to my fingers… Does he not fuck you right? Is that why it took so little to have you all flustered and drooling?” Aizawa chuckled, his free hand gripping at her chin. “I want you to do the same thing, just with my cock inside of that gorgeous mouth. I wanna see your lips stretched around my dick and I want to hear you gag.” he said in a whisper. 
She moved her hands to his pants, unbuttoning them as she kept eye contact with the long-haired man. She pulled down his boxers, her mouth instantly watering at the sight of his thick cock. She wrapped her lips around his tip, slowly beginning to swirl her tongue around him, paying attention to his slit. Aizawa took in a sharp breath, his hand tangling in her hair. He moved her head up and down, he bit his lip, his eyes closing at the feeling.
“Look at you… Sucking my cock like the good girl you are… What a fucking slut.” He laughed at her, running his tongue against his bottom lip. “I want to hear you fucking. Gag.” Aizawa finished his words with a thrust of his hips. 
Her eyes clamped shut, choking around his length like he’d asked. “Good fucking girl… I love cutting off these pretty airways, especially since you give me those pretty eyes, all teary and cute… If you want to breathe, kitty cat, just say something. Oh. Wait.” He chuckled, thrusting his hips a couple more times before pulling her head up by her hair to give her air.
She looked up at him with hazy vision, gasping for air. He opened his phone again, snapping a few photos of her pretty face. “I’m gonna send these to your stupid boyfriend. Make sure he knows what his little bitch is up to, hm?” He typed in the man’s number, pushing the send button after he’d pushed the photos he wanted to send. “What do you think he’s gonna think, baby? Think he’s gonna get all pissy cause his pretty slut’s about to open her legs for me? Or is he a cuck? He probably would love to see his whore spread and stretched around my cock.” he mumbled.
She nodded her head, biting down on her lip. “Please fuck me, Eraser… I want to feel you inside of me, I’ll be your good girl.” She begged, wiping off her chin. She gave Aizawa those eyes she knew he loved, perking up for him when he smiled.
“Since you asked so nicely, princess.” Aizawa patted his lap after he slid off his pants. “Let me lift that pretty dress for you,” he ran his hands up and down her curves, planting kisses against her soft skin. He sat her in his lap when he got her dress off, spreading her legs. He pressed his fingers against her lips. “Open your mouth, get them wet so I can play with that pretty pussy of yours..” Aizawa said to her, staring at her lips when she slid her tongue against his two fingers. He took in a sharp breath through his gritted teeth, trailing his fingers down to her clit. “Beg for me to slide them in, kitty cat..”
“Please. I want you to get me all nice and ready to take your cock… I’ll be your good girl, just fuck me with your fingers, please..” She whined, watching his fingers disappear into her, instantly curling to find her g-spot. She threw her head back, a moan falling from her parted lips.
“Yeah.. Pretty kitty’s already a slut for me… All whiny and cute. I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He licked a stripe up her neck, biting down on the skin. The sound of her moans filled his ears, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love the sounds of her begging and whining for him.
She grinded her hips against his fingers, letting out a cry when his fingers pressed against her g-spot again. She could feel a knot forming in her stomach already, her breath becoming more and more labored as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. “Eraser..” She whispered, her hand gripping at his wrist.
Aizawa hummed, opening his eyes to look down at his own fingers. “Princess already gonna cum..? How pathetic.” he said to her, “Cum all over my fingers. The faster you cum, the faster you can get this cock into that pretty pussy, yeah?” He quickened his fingers, watching her pretty face crumble as she clenched around his fingers. 
She arched her back, gripping onto his arm tighter. She felt her orgasm rush over her, curses and moans falling from her lips as she clenched her eyes shut in pleasure, her hip movements coming to a stop. Aizawa just slowed down his fingers, watching her twitch and writhe in his lap.
“I can’t wait to get that pretty pussy around my cock… Are you ready, kitty cat?” He asked her, pulling his fingers from her cunt, moving her hips to angle her right above his dick. He slowly pulled her hips down, letting her sink onto him. “You’re so fucking tight, Y/N… I want to fuck you with my pistol pressed against that pretty chin… would you like that, slut?” he asked her, pressing the barrel against her chin.
Y/N parted her lips as she began to bounce her hips up and down against him, feeling him hit that special spot with each thrust. She was in pure ecstasy as he fucked into her. “Tell me, baby. Is my cock better than his? I et her couldn’t make you feel like this. First time you’ve ever been used like a good slut, isn’t it? You’re a cockdumb whore and I can tell. Just another pretty bimbo who just wanted to get fucked..” he laughed, pushing the barrel a bit harder against her skin.
She nodded her head, biting down on her lip. “I’m your cockdumb whore.. I love feeling your cock. He never fucked me this good… I love the way you fuck me, Eraser..” She whimpered, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes, falling out when she closed her eyes.
“Yeah? Prove it. Fuck yourself against my dick.” He said, letting her hip go, using that hand to grip at her hair. He tugged it back, making her lean against his chest. He smiled, licking over the bite marks he left before. “You look so pretty when you cry and my gun’s pressed against your chin… Wish I fucked you sooner, didn’t know you’d look that pretty with a cock fucking into you…”
She moved her hips faster, her eyes crossing as she listened to what he said. “You’re gonna make me cum, again…” She whimpered. She could feel him standing up, turning her to face him. She gripped his arms, a shaky breath leaving her lips.
“I’ve got you… Wrap your arms around my neck and let me do all the work, princess. I changed my mind. You’re so pretty and obedient, I’ve got to fuck you..” He whispered, gripping the bottoms of her thighs. He began to thrust his hips into her , watching her face crumble from all the pleasure.
Aizawa breathed out, looking at her eyes. “You wanna cum for me, pretty slut? Then do it. Cum all over this cock. Claim it as yours, baby.” Aizawa said, angling his hips to ram into her g-spot. 
Her eyes crossed, hips stuttering against Aizawa as she felt her second orgasm of the night take over her body. She laid her head against his shoulder, “You’re so… So fucking good…” She whined out, the over-stimulation making her cunt throb against him.
Aizawa nodded his head. “You’re such a good girl, letting me use that pretty body of yours… I want to cum in your mouth. Make you know that you’re mine..” He said, gently placing her down on the floor. She sat herself up on her knees, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out.
She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking it above her tongue. She desperately wanted to taste him, the thought of his cum coating her tongue made her flick her wrist even faster than she was before, maintaining eye contact with Aizawa. 
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum..” He whispered, throwing his head back as he released, doing what he said he would do. She licked against the slit, getting everything off of him. “Good girl… cleaning up the mess like a good little bitch… You’re so perfect..” He breathed, a smug smile on his lips as his eyes clenched shut from the feeling.
“You’re mine, kitty cat..”
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I heard @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​ SOS signal to all Hizashi fuckers and I have responded accordingly. Sorry for being late to the party!
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Warnings: None, except for spoilers for the current arc.
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The interview room was warmly furnished in a way to make guests feel at home, not like they were in a professional setting. The beams from the sun were perfectly aimed to make the smiling hero’s face glow. Attractive, and quite distracting. 
It was all going fairly smoothly so far. Hizashi held no animosity toward anyone for missing out on the Top 10 Party. Every question about his personal feelings on the matter was answered with something along the lines of “It’s nothin!”
“Not gonna lie, I’m bummed that I don’t get to wear the steampunk outfit they had planned for me. Have you seen the design? I would’ve had an entire phonograph attached to my neck!” He laughed and slapped the armrest of his plush chair. “But it’s not like I wasn’t there, I was the one announcing the winners. That’s what I do best!”
You nodded as you scan your list of planned questions. “That’s true. Your presence has always been there, especially in the anime.”
“Exactly! Who else is gonna call out new characters and explain their quirks? That role is for me and only me, baby!”
“I agree, but after the work you’ve put in during the War Arc, many of us believe that you deserve more love. Especially after your infamous DJ Punch.”
“Ohohohoo,” Hizashi chuckled lowly at the pleasant memory. “Now there’s something I want! A few more right hooks to that doctor’s jaw. Sometimes screaming just doesn’t cut it, ya know? I’d rather get a little more hands-on, ‘specially when things get...personal.” His expression flashed into something darker, but the mysterious thought appears to leave his mind as quickly as it came.
You ignore it and stay on topic. No need to make this interview heavy or distressing in any way. “It was a very pleasant surprise for us, seeing you get up close and personal like that. I never pegged you as the physical type.”
He shrugged. “I hear that all the time, but come on, what do you guys think I do when I can’t use my super hazardous quirk? Do you think I just stand there and commentate?”
Well, when he puts it like that... “My apologies, I suppose it just never crossed my mind.”
He held up a hand to halt any rising feelings of guilt. “No worries, listener. I don’t mind my reputation as just ‘The Announcer Guy’, it makes things all the more satisfying when I see the shock on a villain’s face after I bust his nose.”
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Frankly, the interview wasn’t nearly as passionate and bitter as many were definitely hoping it would be, but you didn’t want to antagonize the friendly hero for the public’s entertainment. If the poll results didn’t bother him, then that’s just how it is.
After shaking hands, you both stood up and straightened yourselves out. You uttered a “thanks again” to him before taking your clipboard and pen, but Hizashi speaks up the second you take your first step toward the door.
“Y’know, it’s not that hard to throw a decent punch.”
You turn to him. “Is that so?”
“Yeah. How about a free lesson in exchange for a nice clean interview. I appreciate it!”
That’s...well, you had things to get done, but, “Alright.” Your interest in Present Mic wasn’t just an act put up for the sake of the interview. You're a genuine fan that isn’t going to pass up the opportunity to personally learn something from him.
The hero gently took your things and placed them to the side before taking his place right in front of you. “Okay, go ahead and take a swing at your boy.” His arms opened up, waiting patiently for your attack.
You shifted awkwardly, unsure of the proper way to punch, so you just ball your hand into what you believe is a decent fist and weakly shoot it forward.
A gloved palm stops it before making contact, his grip gentle yet firm. Emerald eyes examine your fist closely — it all has goosebumps forming on your skin for reasons you don’t know. Or at least you don’t think you know. “Not bad! Always make sure your thumb is on the outside and your fingers curl into your palm. Gotta take that impact without damaging your hand. Try again!”
You withdraw your hand and take his advice, positioning your fingers like he told you before launching another strike. He catches it again, this time with a hum of approval. “Ya wanna hit me with your knuckles, not the flat of your fingers. Turn it up and try again!”
You do just that. Another punch, another quick lesson.
Hizashi gets closer than you ever imagined, those talented hands positioning your hips and shoulders at more appropriate angles. “The power comes from your whole body!” He states before motioning for another go.
This isn’t at all how you planned to spend your break after the interview, but you had no complaints even as you exposed your clumsiness to the renowned hero. He was a teacher, after all. You just didn’t expect him to be as proficient at teaching self-defense as he was with English.
“So,” he starts up while casually catching your fists. “How did you personally feel when I punched Dr. Douche in the face?”
The question makes you pause, but a quick gesture from Hizashi urges you to keep going. “I...well, it was admirable.”
More than that. The raw fury emitting from the normally carefree man when he charged Ujiko was...enticing. Exhilarating.
It was hot, alright? It was pretty hot, but you weren’t going to tell him that.
“Thanks! Good to know that breaking jaws gets people pumped! I’ve heard a bit of feedback from my dear listeners. Some found it shocking, some found it kinda sexy.”
Well shit.
“I can understand that.” It left your mouth before you could even think. Why the hell did you even comment on that, you idiot?
Hizashi quirked an eyebrow and grinned. “Can you, now? Give me your two cents on it.”
Your stance falters and you almost fall forward during your next swing. You thankfully catch yourself before he can do it for you. That would’ve made matters even more awkward. “That’s—of course, it’s common to find sudden aggression in an otherwise friendly person attractive.”
“Is that what it is? I just gotta do less screaming and beat more faces in so that the ladies will find me hot?”
“Of course not! You’re always—”
You stop yourself.
Whoops.
Hizashi lowered his shades just enough to give you the smuggest look that has ever graced his face. “Always what?”
Shaky stutters and darting eyes are your answer. Desperate to ignore the heat rising in your face, you fire a punch that’s much more powerful than intended.
Even with the added speed and force, he sees it coming and not only catches it, but sends your entire world spinning when he pulls you forward and twists your arm until you’ve completely twirled around with your back pressed against him. It all happened so fast that you didn’t even notice the startled squeak you made.
Your wrist is being held tightly against your lower back. The breath from his chuckle can be felt against your ear which is way too close and you might melt. “Uh-oh, someone just got a hold of you!” He exclaims in a fake panic. “How do you get him off?”
Shut up, brain. That probably isn’t what he meant.
Wanting to escape his grasp before he notices the effect he’s having on you, your free arm whips back with the limited amount of room it has, hoping to knock him back and loosen his grip, only for him to catch your other wrist and wrap your arm around the front of your body.
“Yikes, that didn’t work either!” The bastard had you trapped, his hold getting tighter every time you squirmed. You should probably stop because he’s only getting closer, his chest rising and falling against you at a much slower rate than yours. “Looks like you’re in trouble!”
One minute you were having a professional conversation with Present Mic. The next, he’s giving you a free fighting lesson. And then the next, he has you completely subdued and pressed against him.
And with his voice low enough to make your body shake, he speaks right into your ear again.
“I think you’re pretty hot too, listener.”
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Joining the call, we’re welcomed by the amigops, Brooke, Karl and Bretman.
“So, everyone, this is my older brother, Dylan!” 
“What’s up, guys? Nice to meet y’all!” variations of hi’s and hello’s hit our ears all at once.
“Hey, Dylan!” Karl chimes after them “Good to see- well, talk to you again, man!” 
“Oh yeah! Thanks for helping us the other day.” Corpse sounds much more relaxed now - I mean, eveyone does… Bottom line is that streaming, however authentic and open you are with your viewers, does put a strain on you, so hearing everyone - myself included - more loose doesn’t really come as a surprise.
“Yeah, wish I could’ve done more. It sucks that you still lost.”
“Hey!” I elbow his side, causing him to dramatically gasp and fake cry and everyone in the call to laugh.
“Yeah, about that, you shouldn’t mention it around Alex. He’s still super bitter about it.” I giggle at Karl’s remark and, on cue, none other than Alex joins the voicechat.
We keep chatting as more people join us, introducing themselves to my brother - and Dave to both of us since it’s our first interaction ever. I’m really intrigued to see how he plays.
Dyl and I have decided to megazord today and play as one - not without some whining from Alex. He’s claimed it would be unfair and disproportional - even though no one else seemed even slightly bothered by it - and has only agreed with it after I’d exposed my brother’s pathetic skills in among us - earning me a glare and a light punch from Dyl - and reminded him of how much better a victory would feel knowing he didn’t trick eight people, but nine.
With Tina’s arrival, we all agree on who will be playing the first round and get the game started. CREWMATE flashes on the screen. Alright, let’s try and stay alive.
Yeah, that didn’t work out. 
For some reason - read: lack of functioning braincellls -, Dyl wanted to do simon says first and, since the universe loves screwing us over, of course Ludwig would walk in and shoot our astronaut just as we’re about to finish the task - after having already failed twice, may I add. Both of us just stop and stare - I, at the ceiling; Dyl, at the white little guy flopped over - before we burst into laughter. 
“Of course this would happen!” he shakes his head and, being his persistent self, opens the task to start all over.
And just in case you’ve ever doubted Murphy’s law, you should definitely reconsider it because guess what happens next: right before Dyl presses the last button, an emergency meeting is called. 
“Alright, fuckers, who did it? Who would hurt my baby girl Y/N like this?” although I feel very honored to see Brooke defending me with so much passion, I can’t contain the giggles that escape my mouth at the contrast between how threatening and intimidating she’s trying to sound and how she actually sounds.
The meeting is not productive at all. No one is sussed and everyone skips. “Don’t worry, D and missy Y/N, we’ll get whoever had the audacity to do this. I promise!” Sweet, Bret, sweet!
When “No one was ejected. (Skipped)” takes over the screen, a low, soft sound fills my ears. However, by the time my brain catches up, the sound’s stopped. Corpse was humming ‘cheater’! Yes, the infamous 2008 nightmare of a song I was stupid enough to share with him!
“Did you show him?” my wide-eyed brother whispers to me. I immediately shush him while muting ourselves at the speed of light. “Dylan!” I whisper-shout, turning to face him. This asshole is smirking! 
I narrow my eyes and furrow my brows, mentally throwing daggers at him and setting his body on fire. I open my mouth, but, before any sound can leave it, a notification pops up: a private message from the one and only boyinaband. A glance at my brother tells me his mind is somewhere else already as he pets Fiyero - I mean, our family’s never been known for our impeccable attention; who would’ve expected it to be any different now? -, so I open his message.
hey, y/n!
don’t mean to make things awkward at all, but i’d like to thank you for whatever you’ve told corpse
yk, he tends to shut off when things get hard, but he reached out the other day for help and company
so thanks
Why is he-? How does he-? What-? I’m…
Has Corpse said anything about me to Dave? Why would he do that? 
No, no... No, Dave might have just guessed it since Corpse and I are constantly talking
...right? 
Yes, yes, it has to be it.
oh also, it’s great getting to meet you and play with you!
you’re really cool indeed :)
Y/N: oh there’s nothing to thank me for, really
but i’m really glad we’ve met too!
i love your content btw and you’re funny af
Dave: thx! 
so it’s lud and...?
he killed me so gracefully idk how to feel
Y/N: jshdfgjhdgfkwfgjewv
fuck idk either
Speaking of imposters, all of our tasks are yet to be done, I should get back to them.
After that round - in which, by the way, Brooke was the other imposter and carried the entire thing after Lud vented in front of Tina, wasn’t able to catch her and got ejected -, the afternoon went on pretty smoothly.
Dylan and I arguing every 2 minutes about what strategy we should follow and ending up with a no-strategy approach. Friends killing - and being killed by - friends, lying to friends, throwing friends under the bus… you know, very friendly things. Dylan and Bretman basically ignoring everyone else and isolating themselves in their own bubble for half of the time. Everyone just vibing to miscellaneous tunes - from Dolly Parton to Wilbur Soot, from CORPSE to BLACKPINK -, and chatting, laughing and having a good time as Toast had proposed.
Without the distraction of an audience and the pressure of being funny or 666 IQ, I got to actually talk to and learn more about Leslie, Dave - who (I was right) is a sweetheart and with whom I hit it off instantly -, Sean, Toast himself and, well, pretty much everyone. 
It’s so crazy how, in a little over one month, you can connect so much with these many people! Some who were complete strangers to you until then and others who you already admired and looked up to… and now, you can call them all your friends. It’s insane!
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Amiga! These questions are bit different:
Not Yet Wed Questions
Note: Great Scott! This week, we are going back in time to MC’s intern year. Think of Ethan’s relationship with them at this point and answer the following questions accordingly. It is entirely up to you when in year 1 this takes place (pre/post Miami, pre/post CH 15, etc). Feel free to answer with dialogue or pictures or both :) Have fun!
No worries. All of this is off the record and HR will never know!
The setting for this answers is:
For Both
When I first saw them, I thought__________
What is your coworker's most used swear word?
Quick: What color are their eyes?
Three people at work your coworker hates?
What is your coworker’s strangest or most endearing quirk?
If they had a crush on anyone at work, who would that be?
(Bonus round! Feel free to skip.)
Never have I Ever:
come into work hungover
had a fistfight
been kicked out of a bar
gotten a tattoo
broken someone’s heart
been in love
For MC (Ethan is not there)
Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)
What do you find the most impressive about him?
Last thing he texted you?
If he asked you out on a date, what would you say?
For Ethan (MC is not there)
Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)
What specifically do you find attractive about her?
Last thing she texted you?
If she asked you out on a date, how would you respond?
Amiga these are genius dksaldnafjcsajd I am in love with this! The angst and longing from Book 1 is just delicious
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Not Yet Wed Questions
The setting for this answers is: Post Miami, but before he quit.
For Both
When I first saw them, I thought __________
Jill: Wow.
Ethan: Care to clarify?
Jill: *blushes* Well, the first time I saw you was taking control of a medical emergency. It was amazing, and I was a bit awestruck. Of course, right after that, I thought that you were a handsome asshole.
Ethan: Of course.
Jill: …You’re not answering?
Ethan: I don’t feel like answering.
Jill: Okay, that’s either really good or really bad.
Ethan: You’re going to let it get to your head.
Jill: Really? Well now I’m intrigued. Do tell, Dr. Ramsey.
Ethan: I thought you were proficient.
Jill: Proficient? Seriously?
Ethan: You were just an intern on your first day, and you still jumped into action when a woman needed help. It was… not what I expected.
Jill: *grins smugly* So you were just as awestruck, is that what you’re saying?
Ethan: That’s not what I said.
Jill: It’s what I heard.
Ethan: I knew you would let it get to your head.
What is your coworker's most used swear word?
Both: Fuck. *laugh*
Jill: Dr. Ramsey doesn’t regularly curse out loud, instead you can see the intention written all over his face. But I have caught him saying “fuck” a few times.
Ethan: On the other hand, Dr. Valentine curses like a sailor. Even for the smallest of things, you can hear her whispering “fuck” under her breath.
Jill: He also uses “goddammit” and “Christ” a lot.
Ethan: And when it’s not a situation, but a person, she uses “fucker”.
Quick: What color are their eyes?
Jill: Deep blue.
Ethan: Whiskey.
Jill: You know, I feel honored to be compared to whiskey. I know how much you value it.
Ethan: *stutters and blushes* What? I-I don’t… It wasn’t like that.
Jill: *smirks* Suuuuure.
Three people at work your coworker hates?
Jill: That’s a hard one.
Ethan: You’re exaggerating.
Jill: I’m not. You hate a lot of people.
Ethan: Hate is an overdramatic word.
Jill: Well, okay, then you strongly dislike a lot of people.
Ethan: Closer.
Jill: Does Nash count as coworker now that he has a deal with the team?
Ethan: Unfortunately.
Jill: Okay, so first Nash, and then in no particular order Dr. Cyrus, Dr. Wen, Dr. Toussaint…
Ethan: Those are more than three.
Jill: And I can keep going. Dr. Mirrielees, Dr. Rosario… June? I don’t know her personally, but I heard you complain about her the other day, so…
Ethan: Eavesdropping again, were you?
Jill: Never, just passing by and paying attention to my surroundings, like a good diagnostician should.
Ethan: Right. You forgot yourself.
Jill: Uh-uh, you don’t fool me. I’m possibly one of the few interns you tolerate.
Ethan: *sighs but doesn’t deny it* Round it up, Rookie. No point stretching out the answer.
Jill: Okay, fine. I guess mainly Nash, Cyrus, and Wen. And also probably some intern, or a handful of them. Not including me, obviously.
Ethan: Hrm, I think the most annoying of them is your partner on the Knoblauch case. The squirmy one.
Jill: Landry? Really? I admit he can get a bit annoying at times, but he’s just really nervous around you.
Ethan: Well, I don’t like him.
Jill: Your turn to answer.
Ethan: I would go with Nash as well, but other than that, I don’t think you hate any other coworker. Dr. Valentine seems to get along with everyone, it’s… disconcerting.
Jill: It’s called being a people person. But I do find Dr. Cyrus and Dr. Lozoya irritating. Don’t tell them, though.
Ethan: I do believe, however, that I made it to that list at some point.
Jill: What makes you say that?
Ethan: Your impertinence and constant point to defy me.
Jill: I defy you because I can. That doesn’t mean I hate you.
*Ethan is stunned into silence*
What is your coworker’s strangest or most endearing quirk?
Ethan: She sometimes snorts when she laughs.
Jill: Oh my God, you’ve heard that?!
Ethan: What’s wrong with that?
Jill: That’s not endearing, that’s embarrassing!
Ethan: She also scrunches up her nose or bites her lip when she’s too focused on something. It’s cute.
Jill: *stares at him with wide eyes* You think I’m cute?
Ethan: I think your quirks are cute.
Jill: Right… Dr. Ramsey places a finger on his temple, either when he’s deep in thought or when he’s fighting the urge to strangle someone, usually an intern. He also pinches the bridge of his nose a lot, especially when he’s annoyed.
If they had a crush on anyone at work, who would that be?
*They stare at each other pointedly, and then look away, blushing.*
Jill: *clears her throat* I don’t do crushes.
Ethan: *raises an eyebrow in challenge* Lahela?
Jill: Not a crush.
Ethan: Then what was he, exactly?
Jill: Friend with benefits.
Ethan: *chokes up* Christ…
Jill: Well, you asked!
Ethan: Is he still?
Jill: No, not anymore. Not since before… you know…
Ethan: Ah… *looks away*
Jill: Anyway… I would say your crush is probably Chief Emery. Or, well, me.
Ethan: *in a warning tone* Jillian.
Jill: What? Bree said this was off the record. Someone has to acknowledge what happened, and you’re clearly not going to, so might as well be me.
*Ethan looks down regretfully*
Never have I ever
Jill: Ohhh, I love this game! And look, we even got paddles with I have/I have never.
Ethan: What are we, in high school?
Jill: Would you rather do it with drinks? During work hours?
Ethan: *sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose* Let’s get this over with.
Jill: Knew it.
come into work hungover
*Both raise the ‘I have never’ paddle.*
Ethan: I admit, I was not expecting that.
Jill: You just have to think the worse of me always, don’t you?
Ethan: Speaking as someone that saw you party up at Donahue’s the night after your first shift, yes.
Jill: Okay, fair, but I have an advantage over the rest of people.
Ethan: Which is?
Jill: Genetically speaking, the Valentines don’t get hangovers.
Ethan: You say that now because you’re young.
Jill: My brother is not, and he still doesn’t know what having a hangover is like. And we’ve obviously tried it out.
Ethan: Okay, I’ll concede. That’s an unfair advantage.
*Jill grins widely and winks*
had a fistfight
*Ethan lifts the ‘I have never’ paddle*
Jill: Liar. You told me you punched Nash.
Ethan: For it to be a fight, the counterpart has to actually throw a punch as well. Nash never got the chance.
Jill: Okay, then I never have either.
Ethan: *blinks in surprise* You’ve punched someone?
Jill: A kid at school bullied my little sister once.
Ethan: Once?
Jill: Yes. I gave him a black eye, and he never dared to say anything else about Ivy.
Ethan: How heroic.
Jill: *shrugs* My sister was mortified, as the delicate princess she is, but I think it was worth it.
Ethan: It’s a little hard to imagine, given your height.
Jill: The smallest are always the feistiest ones. We’re like Chihuahuas.
been kicked out of a bar
*The two of them raise the ‘I have’ paddle*
Jill: You?
Ethan: A friend of mine from med school got a little carried away. What about you?
Jill: I was busted with a fake I.D.
Ethan: You went to a bar when you were underage?
Jill: Does it make it better if I say I wasn’t drinking?
Ethan: Why else would you go to a bar?
Jill: It was initiation week at Léman Prep.
Ethan: *blinks several times in confusion* I’ll pretend to know what you’re talking about.
Jill: Well, you know how high school was like. If I hadn’t done that, they would’ve eaten me alive. It was survival 101.
Ethan: What happened afterwards?
Jill: I made the headlines, and my grandparents had to pay a shit ton of money and pull a lot of strings to bury the scandal. And I got the biggest lecture and grounding of my life.
gotten a tattoo
*Both show the ‘I have never’ paddle*
Ethan: It’s not my thing.
Jill: Neither is mine.
broken someone’s heart
Jill: I have. My older sister nicknamed me ‘heartbreaker’ during my high school years.
Ethan: And you say this proudly?
Jill: I’m not proud of it, I’m just saying it how it is. I’ve always been clear with people about what I want and what I don’t. I don’t lead them on with false promises, but a few of them tried to change my mind, unsuccessfully.
Ethan: Well, I don’t think I have.
*Ethan lifts the ‘I have never’ paddle. Immediately, Jillian takes it from him and switches it for the ‘I have’ paddle. She doesn’t say anything else, just looks away, pained, and Ethan just stares at her aghast.*
been in love
*Both choose the ‘I have never’*
Ethan: I don’t believe in being in love.
Jill: I do, but I don’t think it’s for me. I had to watch my older sister almost lose herself from the heartbreak it brought her, and I don’t want that…
For Jillian (Ethan is not there)
Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)
Jill: Professionally speaking, I see him still at Edenbrook, running the diagnostics team. He’s really committed to the team’s vision, helping those who have nowhere else to go. Probably with a new book out and a lot more of research published as well. He’s brilliant like that. Personally… I think he’s too self-sabotaging to actually achieve something in that area. Although, I don’t rule out the possibility of Dr. Ramsey rekindling his romance with Chief Emery. I’ve seen the way they look at each other, and I’m no idiot, something is still there… Either way, I do hope he finds someone that makes him happy. He’s a great man, and he certainly deserves it.
What do you find the most impressive about him?
Jill: I want to say his intelligence, but it’s actually his heart. Underneath all that grumpiness and mean remarks, he actually has a heart of gold, so full of compassion. He cares so much about his patients, and even about interns under his supervision. He goes out of his way for them, and that tells a lot about the kind of man he is.
Last thing he texted you?
Jill: “Dr. Valentine, the results we were waiting on are out. Please make your way to my office. I need another perspective, in case I missed something.” Always so formal.
If he asked you out on a date, what would you say?
Jill: *chuckles bitterly* He wouldn’t… ask me out, I mean. Ethan is a man with a serious black and white view of the world, including his moral stand. I already tried to climb the walls he set around himself, and I ended up falling flat on my ass. So I don’t think it would ever happen. If, miraculously, he hit his head, forgot about his current dilemma and asked me out on a date… I’d say yes, in a heartbeat. But I don’t think that’s in the cards.
For Ethan (Jillian is not there)
Where do you see her in five years (both professionally and in her personal life?)
Ethan: Professionally, I see Dr. Valentine surpassing just about any doctor. She’s one of the brightest minds I’ve seen, so it wouldn’t be hard to picture her becoming a big name in medicine. I hope she’ll be in the Diagnostics Team at Edenbrook, but she could land anywhere and still have a successful career, wherever she’ll go. Probably with a book written and research published, maybe even winning awards. She’s that great. Personally, still close with her friends. On the romantic front, I’m not sure… From what I’ve seen, Jillian is not one to settle down. I’ve seen her rejecting good relationship prospects without so much as a second glance, and I’ve heard around that she doesn’t want to commit to anyone… which is good for her, because that means she won’t allow her personal life to interfere with her professional success. Though, I do wish she finds someone that makes her happy, someone worthy of her, that can give her everything she wants and deserves. I hope she finds exactly what she’s looking for.
What specifically do you find attractive about her?
Ethan: She’s not listening, is she…? *runs a hand over his face in frustration* I know I’m not supposed to, but I find everything about her attractive, from her physical looks to her intelligence, ambition and compassion. But mainly, I think it would be her charm. I know most men would say the same thing, it’s her signature, but the way she carries herself with confidence and charisma, without truly realizing the effect she has on everyone else… She’s witty and flirty, and warm, and… just herself.
Last thing she texted you?
Ethan: “I doubt you missed anything, but I’ll be right there.”
If she asked you out on a date, how would you respond?
Ethan: I know for a fact that she wouldn’t ask that. Like I said before, Jillian Valentine is not one to date. Off the record and hypothetically speaking, if our situation was different, I would say yes, without a doubt. Even if I don’t deserve her, even if I’m not worthy of her, I know she’s an incredible woman, and I’d be lucky if she decided she wanted to be with me. But I know better, that’s all hypothetical. In reality, she’s still an intern, running for a spot in my team. Not only would it be unethical and inappropriate, but it also would be damaging to her career and her reputation. She’s worked too hard to get exactly where she is, and I care too much about her to hurt her like that, so it’d be a no.
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Death’s Imminent Door
A/N: I need more Eskel fics. That’s all. Also, writing prompt from @whumpster-dumpster “Kiss with bruised lips”. There was also, “Dying breath kiss,” and, “Kiss with trembling lips,” but I thought we’ll go for something more light hearted today. I thought, but let this be a warning that I’m not good at fluff. Unbeta’d as always. 
 Pairings: Eskel x Reader
 Summary: You’re injured in a fight defending Eskel’s honor.
 Word count: 1651
 Warnings: Violence, blood, injury, language, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, suggestive language, whump,
 To be fair you shouldn’t have even been there. Eskel had long retired for the night and was peacefully sleeping in the room upstairs. You on the other hand wanted another drink. That was a mistake. 
 Everything was fine for the most part. You enjoyed a tankard, a drop of ale sliding down the corner of your mouth. There was a bard, not Geralt’s, singing in the tavern. Some song about sleeping with a goat or some sort of lucid dream the man had. You weren’t sure and at the time you didn’t really care. 
 “Just like that witcher!” 
 You sobered instantly at the mention of your partner in hand and trail. “What did you just say?!” you slurred, slamming your almost empty tankard down. A tremble shot up your arm but you shook it off, standing as tall as your drunk self could allow. “Say that to my face, bastard!”
 “Oh it’s the witcher’s bed warmer.”  
 “With a dick as big as his, gladly!” You took large strides to the equally drunk man who had dared to taint Eskel’s honor. To your surprise he was the same height and of a smaller build. All talk and no bite. This fight will be easy...unfortunately for you, it was not.
 “Oh, so you admit you spread your legs for that goat fucker!” the man yelled, spit flying out of his mouth. He stank of ale and week old hay, likely a local stable man. 
 “At least he’s not the one letting the horses outside fuck his ass open,” you shot back, an audience growing. The bard was strumming a tone played at debates and tense scenes in plays. He would have gotten on your nerves if you weren’t focused at the scum of the continent in front of you. 
 “What did you just call me?” 
 “Sorry, do you still have horse cu-” 
 Before you knew it a fist came in harsh contact with the side of your face. Too drunk to stay afoot you fall back onto the table behind you. A couple enjoying their date lept in surprise at your semi conscious figure on their dinner. 
 “Too busy getting fucked to learn how to fight?” 
 “No,” you stumbled out, standing on wobbling feet. “Just too busy riding your h-” Another punch came your way but this time you blocked it, twisting his arms and slamming his body on the floor. He groaned and choked out a sob, grabbing onto your unsteady leg. Pulling it forward he brought you down onto the floor with him. 
 Out of the corner of your eye as you fell, a barmaid scurries upstairs to where Eskel rests. “Already cheating on that witcher with the pretty barmaid?” the man brought your attention back to himself. 
 “I wouldn’t dream of it,” you roll yourself on top of him, straddling his torso and sending fist after fist to his face. Your knuckles were bleeding and he was screaming, bloodied face such a beautiful sight. It was a joy before someone roughly pulled you off of him. 
 “Get off of him, you bastard!” a different barmaid shouted, tugging at your arms and for some reason your clothes. 
 “Hold the fucker down,” the man on the floor ordered, slowly pulling himself together with whimpers. Blood was trickling down his neck and his clean shirt was red with it all. You couldn’t help but smirk at your handiwork.
 “What are you smirking at?” 
 “I saw a big stallion in the stable earlier. You were brushing his coat awfully well. One could only think why-” 
 With the new barmaid holding you down and the man on his feet you really should’ve shut up but you couldn’t help it. His fists were smaller than yours but packed the same amount of force. While you enjoyed watching as blood coated his face, smiling even. He was getting angrier and angrier. Each punch was worse than the one before and that was prior to when he brought his booted foot into the mix. 
 Your groans began to fill the tavern but were mostly drowned out by the cheers of the crowd. The bard began a quicker tune, leaping up onto a table to dance. He twirled and sang like you weren’t being beaten to a pulp. The couple whose date you ruined joined the man in the fun, trading hits and cheers.
 The ale in your system helped with most of the pain but you could feel your body going slack. Unconsciousness was edging it’s way into your mind. Sleep seemed like a blissful option in comparison to the beating, but waking up wasn’t guaranteed. 
 Oh wouldn’t that be a sight, Eskel waking up to take a new contract the next town over only to see your unmoving husk of a form on the floor. Dried blood coating your barely recognizable face, your clothes torn and ripped from your still body. You weren’t sure what the barmaid wanted with your clothes but she would probably take them off if given the chance. 
 He would be angry, livid really. Sobbing in the dead of night where no one could judge him. The two of you weren’t the type to constantly tell each other you loved them throughout the day. You showed that with actions. Helping him sharpen his swords, setting up camp, defending his honor in a bar fight. 
 Unable to bear to see his grief stricken face, you hesitantly opened your eyes. They were swollen, that was obvious even without a mirror. And the rest of you wasn’t fairing all that well either, but you were alive. That was something to be proud of. 
 “Oh look, the bed warmer is awake,” the man taunted, taking your tankard and pouring what remained over your head. The ale against your open wounds stung and you gasped, biting your tongue to suppress a scream. 
 “What are you stopping for? I want to mark up this pretty skin,” the barmaid snarled behind you with a grin. The tavern suddenly grew quiet. Even the bard stopped playing, stepping down from the table, his eyes never left what was behind you. 
 Your movement was limited but you managed to look over your shoulder. Eskel in all of his shirtless, disheveled glory was at the foot of the stairs, a glare and the remanence of potions evident on his face. His eyes were a dulling dark gray, the black veins faded but still present. Gods and whoever was listening you wanted him to stare you down as he took you against the wall. Unrelenting in his haste to finish and rough with need. 
 “Lovely evening isn’t it, love,” you greeted nonchalantly, unable to feel your legs.
 “Care to tell me what happened?” Eskel asked in fake calmness. You have been with him long enough to know when he was seconds from stabbing the nearest person in the heart.  
 “Oh nothing much, love. Just some imbecile, horse fucker, baby killing, grime under my foot, bastard decided it was wise to call you some ill choice words in my presence,” you explained, your eyes drooping in an attempt to stay awake. You were alive, you told yourself. Eskel will be fine. You will be fine. Just a night’s rest and you will be as good as new the next morning. 
 “Would you like to tell me who?” his dark gaze swept across the room. Everyone was frozen in their place, smart enough to know when they were at death’s imminent door. 
 “Just her, him, and those two,” you gestured with your eyes but was unsure how much Eskel was able to catch. He could always smell the blood from their bleeding knuckles, so really you had no need to keep your eyes open. “That annoying bard had something to do with it but I can’t remember.” 
 You didn’t have the energy to keep your head on your neck and just let it fall. The barmaid dropped you immediately, but Eskel was quick enough to catch you. He grabbed onto you, his grip a little too tight in sensitive areas but he lightened his hands when he noticed the spike in your heart beat. A growl was building deep within his chest from the sight of your injured form. 
 “I recommend you run while you can,” Eskel spoke to the people in the tavern, already having memorized the faces and scents of the people you pointed out. He’ll give them mercy, a night before he ripped their spines from their backs and their egos from their groins. 
 “Can you stay awake for me, darling?” Eksel whispered to you, his arms underneath your legs and chest. 
 “Only If you’ll have me against the wall,” you mumbled, barely able to sense what was happening. Before you knew it you were in the inn room, a still warm bed underneath your aching body. 
 “Just open your eyes for me, darling,” Eskel forced out a timid chuckle. An ache grew from your chest, and not due to the beating. Your poor witcher was afraid you wouldn’t wake up when the sun came up. He had nothing to worry about. You could still feel the upper half of your body. That was something. 
  “Can’t get enough of my beautiful orbs?” you joked, your voice much weaker than you realized. Some job you did reassuring him, he sounded like he was about to cry. 
 “Never enough.” He planted a soft kiss onto your bruised lips. So caring in your injury, he made sure to not apply too much pressure onto the wounds. 
 Before you woke the next day, because you did, although a bit late into the noon, Eskel had gone out to hunt. Not for food, oh no. For sport. 
 Five bodies laid in the stables for the stable boy to see; the stable man, a couple, a barmaid and a bard with the neck of his gittern through his own neck. 
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