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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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Hi I love all your fics and you’re amazing. I don’t know if the requests are open but I like to please request a Wednesday Addams x fem!reader part 2 of https://at.tumblr.com/gay-dorito-dust/hello-there-i-hope-youre-healthy-and-well-and/g1b23fuwbwcx

if somebody already requested a part 2, please ignore this.

So maybe every time Wednesday looks at the reader with Xavier, she can’t helped but noticed how Xavier makes the reader happy and that Xavier & the reader are perfect for each other. Fluff for Xavier and the reader. Tiny angst

The long awaited part 2 had arrived! So sorry it took so long cuz I didn’t think a second part would be requested so badly. so here ya go! 🦦

Ngl kinda got sloppy by the end.

“Wednesday…you have to come out sometime.” Enid said as she waited outside her dorm for Wednesday. She’s been doing this for days on end since she witnessed you and Xavier kiss; The day she heard her heart break and fracture off into sections like pressurised glass. “The only time that I’ll come out this dorm is when my soul transcends to the afterlife. Leaving behind my rotting corpse for an unfortunate soul to stumble upon unexpectedly and scream bloody murder.” Wednesday’s blunt reply came out muffled from the wooden door standing between them.

Enid sighed, she didn’t blame Wednesday for taking a chance but she couldn’t blame you either for you didn’t know of Wednesday’s feelings for you; after all Wednesday wasn’t the most outgoing nor vocal with her emotions and it was hard to know where it was that you stood with her on a daily basis. So much so that misunderstandings and misinterpretations concerning the context of her actions were enough to make any potential confrontation turn sour. However as her friend and dorm mate, Enid couldn’t stand seeing Wednesday go through her first heartbreak alone.

It wasn’t the healthiest option and Enid would know as she’s been through similar situations firsthand but the only difference between them was that Wednesday didn’t seem to want to be comforted. She’s rather writher in the pain then get better and move on, she’d rather remember that day for the rest of her days then go a single one of them forgetting the emotional pain she felt. It was almost a form of self torture that the pigtailed girl would take the weirdest amount of pleasure from. “Wednesday please just, just come down the the quad with me and then you can head back up afterwards?”

Silence greeted the blonde, indicating that Wednesday was either listening or ignoring her, Enid hoped it was the former rather then the latter, “You don’t even have to talk or…or look at her or Xavier. Please Wednesday, I just want my friend back…even if it is just for a lunch period.” When Enid didn’t get a response, her shoulders dropped in disappointment at the realisation that she would be heading down to the quad alone once again. “Who am I kidding, of course you won’t come.” She said to herself, heartbroken, “I’m just as stupid and as naïve as the rest of them to you, aren’t i?” Just as she was about to turn her back to her dorm and start walking off down the hall, the door creaked open to reveal a sombre looking Wednesday.

Originally Wednesday fought against the idea of walking into the quad and seeing you and Xavier but Thing has insisted that she’d go down for lunch with Enid; seeing as how she rarely left her dorm nowadays besides for occasional mandatory therapy sessions with Kinbott, school classes and her extracurricular as a hummer with Eugene on the weekends. Wednesday made sure to busy herself so that it would minimise the probabilities of a chance encounter with you or Xavier; She found herself unable to look at or even acknowledge you or him, together or independently, without reimagining the sound of a shattering heart and the excruciating pain that immediately followed afterwards.

Wednesday made it very apparent that she wasn’t hiding and that she was just recuperating but Thing knew better then to believe that but didn’t dare say anything about it to her in case she would become even more recluse then she already was. Thing knew Wednesday didn’t hate you, he doesn’t think that she could bring herself to do that no matter how hard she tried because her heart would always cry out for yours; whether in pain or in love, her heart would forever cry for what could’ve been had she gotten to you before Xavier. Thing also knew that deep down the only reason Wednesday was allowing herself to doing this was make sure that Xavier would treat you right.

Wednesday didn’t want you settling for second best treatment when you should instead be pampered and treated well. Probably not to the overbearing extent of her parents but just enough for her to know that for the time being -until your eventual break up- you were in safe hands with Xavier. “Wednesday, I thought you-“ “take advantage of this before i change my mind.” Wednesday cut her dorm mate off, making Enid smile and with that the unlikely pair began to venture down the hallway together and descended the stairs that would lead them out to the quad.

“Wednesday?” Your voice caused a hitch in her breath as she saw you and Xavier stand up from your lunch table, “oh thank god your okay!” You cried as you rushed towards her but didn’t dare to hug her, knowing how she despises physical displays of affection and instead presented her with a teddy bear with mismatched fur and a heart shaped hole in it’s chest. “I was so worried that something might’ve happened to you and when I told Xavier, he suggested that we go into Jericho and get you something.” You explained as Xavier moved to join you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. Wednesday silently reached to take the best from your hand and looked at it for a second or two before pressing it against her chest as she looked back over at you to see your worried expression.

“It’s despicable…I shall treasure it.” Wednesday told you poignantly and watched as you looked to Xavier who smiled at you adoringly as he squeezed your shoulder. “I told you she’d like it, after all your the one who picked it for her.” He told you, bringing you into his side as he prepped kisses against your temple and forehead; Her chest still stung with the shards of her glass heard but it was comparatively more bearable to last time she stumbled upon you and Xavier sharing a tender moment.

You looked back at Wednesday with a smile on your face, “Xavier, over here,” you playfully nudged your boyfriend, “was about to get you this ridiculously oversized teddy bear holding a massive pink heart but I shot it down saying that you’d rather dissect it or throw it out a window before accepting it.” Xavier looked at you with an offended expression as he nudged you back, “well I’m sorry but I’m not a mind reader on what people like.” He huffed, pretending to look away from you as though he was mad but the dopey grin on his face failed to allude Wednesday the moment you hugged yourself into his side.

“Hi, you.” You said when Xavier finally looked over at you, smiling, as he pressed his forehead against yours, “hello to you too.” He chirped softly, brushing his nose against yours. Wednesday couldn’t help but notice how Xavier grounded you and put your anxieties to rest instead of invalidating or downplaying them whilst also recognising how you would reassure Xavier of your feelings by an abundance of affection and reassurance. You both complimented each other perfectly and seeing how you both went out of your way to help cheer her up together only made her more melancholic about everything.

Wednesday felt conflicted on whenever she should hate you and Xavier being together but the more you shown how passionate you were about each other and towards the people within your lives, she found it harder to hold any resentment towards your relationship. After all she only came down to the quad to make sure that Xavier would take good care of you. So seeing him looking more relaxed and at peace with himself within your presence then he ever had since she started at Nevermore told her that she was also looking out on behalf of Xavier just as much as she was looking out for you.

So Wednesday watched observantly as you and Xavier shyly linked hands beneath the lunch table as you all sat yourselves down and talked amongst yourselves, she watched as you and Xavier would stare intently at each other whenever it was the other’s turn to speak, listening to every word being said and relying your options respectively alongside how you’d share portions of food that you both liked. Wednesday knew that her crush on you wouldn’t subside easily but she was satisfied with the fact that you were both happy with each other.

That’s all she wanted for you…and Xavier she guessed. “Wednesday, Xavier is being mean and won’t share his food with me!” You cried playfully. “Well that’s what you get for trying to bite me when I offered you my apple slices.” Xavier played along with a smirk. “Your hand was in the way! I was trying to reach for the food!” You exclaimed.

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fetishfairytales2 · 21 days

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Besties 9 (Story)

This was originally written as a continuation of a story by @wittlesissyb4by called Besties. Check out all their fantastic stories on Tumblr and SubscribeStar.

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I wiped my cum-covered finger across his nose and the bit of his lips that were poking out from the gag. "There you go, sissy, enjoy!" I said with a chuckle, wiping the rest of the cum off on his hair. "Looks like you were super desperate to get off, huh sissy?" My eyes widened and I nodded excitedly, "Yeah, I bet you were just dying to cum, right?" I laughed as his face turns bright red with humiliation.

“Remember,” I rubbed his head gently and ran my nails down his skin. I smirked as his hips begin to move faster in response to the vibrator. “I told you not to make any messies! But you just couldn’t listen could you?” I mocked, pressing the vibrator closer to his cock. “By the the time I’m done with you Brandi, you’ll be begging for your chastity cage back.

I couldn't contain my laughter as I saw the fear in his eyes. I enjoyed watching him squirm as I silenced him with the pacifier between my fingers. "Oh, you love sucking on that little dick, don't you, sissy? I mean, Daddy Conner's twice as big and Mommy can't get enough of it!" As I lightly tickled his thighs, I could feel myself getting turned on all over again. Seeing him struggle against the vibrating Hitachi was a major turn on for me.

He moaned in pain as his body fought against the increasing intensity of another orgasm. I leaned in closely, my hair brushing against his thighs. I playfully giggled, letting my breath graze his naked balls. "Aww, does little sissy feel extra sensitive?" I taunted, putting on a baby voice. "Is Mr. Buzz Buzz being a meanie to you? Poor thing!"

“Isn’t this what you wanted Brandi?” I laughed over the buzzing of the wand. “How about a little distraction? Your mommy sent me something special just for you. And trust me, I know you'll love it!” I snuggled up to the loaning sissy and held my phone in front of his face. “Here, take a look at this,” I giggled, forcing it into his face. “Oh, and don't even think about resisting, Brandi. You know you want to cum again and again. I pressed the vibrator even firmer against his cock. “And you're not getting off this bed until you've drained every last drop from those pathetic little balls of yours. So pay attention, cucky!”

I clicked on the video Heather sent earlier and grabbed Brandi by the hair, forcing her to watch the screen. Watching her immediately start crying was literally the most hilarious thing I've ever seen. Poor Brandi’s freaking priceless. He was being forced to cum watching the love of his life be a total whore! The video was so hot too! Conner was recording Heather being a total slut and begging for him. She's on her knees, naked and looks like a total hottie. Her nipples were rock hard, and her tits were bouncing around while she looked like a total pornstar on her knees playing with herself. And then she looked up at the camera with these desperate, horny eyes and said "please, sir, can I taste your cock?" Wow she was really going all out for him!

“Fuck this is hot,” Conner was mosnjng, gripping his hard cock and stroking it on camera as Heather willingly humiliated herself. "Mm," he moaned with satisfaction, "tell me why you're such a desperate little whore, darling." Heather shuddered and started moving her hands faster, clearly getting closer to an orfasm. "Because my loser of a boyfriend has a tiny, useless dick. Now he’s a fucking sissy and I need a real man like you! Please, sir!" She begged, moaning and twisting her nipples as Conner watched and laughed.

The camera was showing Heather, her hair being gripped by Connor as he pulled her towards his massive dick. She delightfully licked and kissed every inch of his hard cock, taking it deep into her mouth and licking all around. With a smile right into the camera, she exclaimed, "Mmm, I love your cock so much, babe." "It's way bigger than his little sissy clitty." I could literally watch Brandi dying inside. It was so much fun.

“Fuuuckâ€¦” Connor moaned as Heather pleased him. She was really going to town on him, holy shit! She even licked his balls, sucking them one by one before going back to his dick. She was throwing herself at him! Connor’s groans were getting louder as Heather worked to make him cum. "Oh yeah, that's it, baby," Connor commanded, pulling her closer by her hair. "Take it all the way in! Shit, you're such a filthy slut..."

For Brandi, watching his girlfriend get railed by another dude was too much for him. And then adding the vibrator? Oh my god, he was crumbling right before my eyes. This is the ultimate revenge on such a fucking loser. Watching the woman who controlled him get controlled by someone he hates. It was amazing!

“Pretty hot, huh?” I smirked wickedly as I brought the toy even closer to the tip of his pathetic little dick. "Let's go, sissy," I taunted, playfully stroking the head of his cock. "Cumfor me like a good little cuckold, picturing your girlfriend begging for another man's cock. And every time you try to look away from the delicious video Heather sent you, I'll make you cum again. Got it?"

He nodded through his pathetic moans and tears, his eyes practically bulging with desperation and need. I knew at this point I had complete control over him. His breaths started coming faster and his moaning grew more urgent as I squeezed my grip on the toy even tighter. I watched his body shudder and shake, knowing he was on the brink of another forced and painful orgasm.

"Cum for me, cucky," I taunted, blowing in his ear and rubbing his convulsing chest. His breathing grew heavier and heavier until finally he let out a loud moan, his body quivering. His orgasm washed over him, causing him to shoot his load into the diaper below him again. I grinned triumphantly; “that one looked like it hurt sweetie!”

I kept stroking Brandi’s sensitive dick and snuggled back into his chest, playing the video again while he trashed in his bonds. Heather had Conner's hard cock out of her mouth and started to stroke it with her hands. She smirked and licked up his entire shaft, moaning seductively. I made sure to hold onto Brandi's head tightly, making sure he didn't miss a single second of the show. "You see, Sissy?" Heather teased, glancing at the camera with a smile. "This is what I do with any man who isn't you!"

"You better watch close, you diaper cuck," Heather laughed with a wink into the camera again, while Conner continued to run his fingers through her hair. "Daddy and I have decided that you’re going to be our sissy fluffer!" Grinning, she eagerly took Connor’s impressive shaft deep into her mouth, making sure to make a show out of deep throating him. "And let me tell you, if you don't suck Daddy’s cock like a little sissy porn star, you'll be in for a world of punishment! So you better make sure you know how to do it right!" With a seductive wink at the camera, she went back to work sucking like a slut.

Heather gave Conner a sly smile as she felt him begin to shake, knowing he was on the edge of orgasm. She skillfully used her tongue and mouth to please him, tracing along his shaft and then taking his balls into her mouth. She then moved down even further, teasingly licking around the base of his cock. "Oh yeah, baby," Heather moaned, muffled by his dick. "Just let it all go, cum all over my face!"

Heather was all over him, still stroking and working him over like her life depended on it. When he started moaning louder, she begged again; “please cum for me Daddy!” And boy, did Connor deliver. He shoved her face deep on his cock and held her there by the hair for what seemed like forever. Heather eagerly takes it all in, not wasting a single drop. So fucking thirsty. She even made sure the camera got a good shot of his load in her mouth. What a kinky bitch!

“We’re not done yet,” Connor grunted, grabbing Heather by the hair and holding her there. “Keep going,” he moaned, ordering her to stay still and keep stroking. Heather eagerly did as she was told, her eyes filled with arousal and anticipation as she continued to jerk him off. "Check it out, sissy!" Heather exclaimed, looking up at the camera with excitement. "See how much a real man can cum?"

Heather closed her eyes and let out a satisfied moan, the ropes of cum coating her face and lips. Kissing the tip of his dick, Heather looked up at Conner with a submissive expression. "Thank you, sir," she beamed, before glancing at the camera with an evil smile. "When I come home later and give you a big kiss, remember: you're tasting a real man's cum, sissy!"

Editor’s note: We are getting towards the end of this story, different stories staring the same characters will follow!

#humili sissi

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encrucijada · 25 days

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PÍA RAMBLES #8

you might have seen this post or this wip intro. i'm here to talk about this book because i think it's really cool @teddywriting and i wrote almost 40k words by simply playing dolls with our ocs.

(yes i will be using screencaps of before sunrise, 1995 for any and all subsequent updates regarding this project thank you very much)

what's weird about this book in particular is that, despite maripaz and theo taking up way too much space in my brain, it's also incredibly hard to talk about them?? i know every single detail about them down to what they might order to eat at a mcdonald's, and yet i feel no one outside from teddy and i really knows these characters. their lore is weird and a bit convoluted and explaining it feels like i'm trying to explain the plot of a television show with like 18 seasons of character development you just had to be there to witness to understand even a fraction of it.

but first some basics about the actual book

title: babylon boy (book 1 of the home habitat duology)

genre: literary fiction

category: i say adult because there will be no censoring of topics but in this first installment our protagonists are around eighteen years old. you might consider that ya but i wouldn't

a small summary: having independently run away from home for their own reasons, theo and maripaz meet while homeless on the streets and form an alliance of convenience to survive. while theo vehemently denies the drug addiction he’s nursing, maripaz tries to deal with the way both want and revulsion seem to exist in her at the same time. falling in love is probably the easiest thing they do.

teddy and i are co-authoring, as in we both write the words. they will be primarily working on theo's chapters and i will be primarily working on maripaz's chapters but we'll both be involved in fully crafting this story.

talking about your book is hard when all that happens in it is character work so even whether someone gets sick at one point feels like a spoiler you want people to be surprised by.

we created mari and theo in 2020 on a whim. i can't even remember what prompted it exactly. we wanted a new pair of characters to play with and we decided to make two assholes to bicker and be mean to each other. this iteration saw three reincarnations before we put the characters on the shelf and almost resigned ourselves to them being a miss... if not for one important detail... i really, really believed they should have kissed. this first version of them would eventually be known as the homeless au.

looking back it's Wild thinking about how different mari and theo used to be. we moved onto new aus to play around with, landing on a superhero-type beat that became their new canon for a while. we had fantasy and sci-fi and musicians and hadestown and the raven cycle (that last one did so much for us it's insane). every new thing we tried shaped them more and more until they were unrecognisable from their original versions. one day i really want to go through their threads from start to finish and look at that change in real time.

there was a new thesis to their characters and it was no longer "what if two awful guys with issues were forced together and tried to bite each other's heads off". instead we were looking at two characters that through every new incarnation became more sincere and gentle. they had meta-narrative character development.

(every new au also gave us more characters to populate the world including but not limited to theo's twin sister, maripaz's seven siblings, alex, philip, a whole lot of parental figures, a quirky cast of friends... but i'll talk about them some other time)

then i did it again. in the 2.0 version of the homeless au there was one scene i loved beyond words where an argument between our two protagonists resulted in maripaz punching theo right on the mouth. when she tried to swing a second time he stopped her hand and warned her that if she wanted to hit him he would hit back. they fought and the scene ended. i said to teddy: they should have kissed. we laughed and imagined how homeless au would go now that their characters had changed so much. we started thinking about it more and more until we were moving the pieces of their cinematic universe around to fit this new idea... and suddenly we had plot for a book that would revamp that original homeless au... and a sequel too! (but more on that second one another time)

teddy started a rp thread of what came right after the opening scene of babylon boy, where theo and maripaz would shoplift and he would steal the angel necklace she wore (<- this is important)... and we just kept going... and going. we'd already had a few keys scenes to work towards, one those being that punching scene that started it all, as well as the ending. teddy added two new scenes we began calling the halo scene and the church scene, and we moved something we called the pool scene into this book from another au. we just had to fill in the blanks... fill in the blanks we did.

these right here are the names i gave each individual thread of the roleplay-ification of babylon boy. their purpose is not so much to be chapter titles but to make specific scenes easy to find for future reference. though obviously i had to be a bit artistic about it.

i don't know if babylon boy will have chapter titles, and if they will have some sort of theme going on (usually i like just putting two words together to create some imagery). "angel face" is probably what i would title chapter 1, but i also hesitate on that decision because i think i would like to save angel for later.

these threads are less of a draft and more the skeleton of a draft, that's why i called it a draft 0. its purpose is to give teddy and i direction and reading through them i already know how i want to shift the timeline and how i'd rewrite some of the scenes to make them a lot better, but it did give us a great cause and effect look of things. the way teddy and i approach our roleplay threads is more loose than what i do with @on-the-river-lethe (with whom i'm currently roleplaying draft 1 of our book lupine trail and also a giant hunger games au). fluffy and i write responses between 1k-4k words, they are basically chapters. teddy and i instead do a quick call and response, mostly focused on dialogue, we build on top of each other and neither of us really knows where a thread will go when we start.

there are no actual non-roleplay words written for babylon boy thus far. teddy is in charge of chapter 1 as we open with theo's pov but we are both busy or focused on other things. right now we're enjoying the playing around stage of the process (which i don't see going away even once we start seriously writing, i know for a fact we'll probably do various roleplay-type passes to babylon boy).

you've probably noticed the christian imagery is rampant here. it happened kind of by accident and the already mentioned halo scene is entirely to blame for it. like i said, teddy and i have this very "yes, and," approach to storytelling together where we kinda build on top of what the other puts down. teddy gave me the description of one (1) scene where theo sees a halo of light around maripaz's head and i decided "well, this is now i thing that is here to stay". church scene really brought it all together and there is a scene in book 2 adeptly nicknamed the angel scene that is kind of the culmination of this.

the imagery is almost exclusive to theo's pov as mari is more the subject of the imagery than the one pushing it forward. teddy and i will be doing our most to fill this book with visuals: characters lined with stained glass windows, lights shaped like hearts, signs and graffiti that say meaningful stuff.

babylon boy, as the title suggests, is more theo's book. both he and maripaz have meaningful arcs but theo's is really at the core of it, mari takes centre stage in book 2 (titled gossamer girl). i think i talked about this somewhere before but the titles just kind of... happened. gossamer was relevant for that superhero au and it's just a word i really adore so i wanted to use it on the title. you can't go wrong with alliteration so gossamer girl it is. and because i love when books in a series match i had to do something with boy. like gossamer i adore babylon for some reason, and so we got babylon boy. i wasn't sure about that one because while gossamer girl made sense with the theme, what did "babylon boy" even mean, exactly? teddy came in clutch and analysed the title for me. they connected it to theo's drug addiction and now i can't think of any two titles that are more perfect for this series.

like i said, there are no actual words written for this book so sadly i cannot share any excerpts. but i will share

Festival was very much the result of teddy and i having just watched before sunrise, 1995

we watched before sunrise, 1995 because the mannerisms of the two leads reek of maripaz and theo

"until a miracle happens" became a recurring thing said in the draft and it wrecked me

Our Fears is probably my favourite thread both thematically and visually. followed closely by Church Angels, though that one is mostly visually

The Pool is the longest thread with about 90 responses and all of it is beautiful. i would probably consider it the companion to Our Fears

"mutual pining they're both just idiots"

the closing image is probably my favourite one of the book

the core themes are very much trust, love, and communal help. we've got such an array of npcs who simply... help. i love the human race.

i'll probably do another update before we start properly writing talking about maripaz and theo as characters specifically. a bit of a crash course on who they are, really.

anyway. i'm giving you a golden star if you read all of that ⭐ do ask me or teddy about this story!! we'd be happy to talk about it. or even just about the characters.

cheers, pía

#pia rambles #( wip ) bb&gg

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streets-in-paradise · 1 year

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Horror Characters Preference - How they celebrate Christmas with you

Happy Holydays! This is a little gift i wrote for you all :)

I wished I could have added more characters and some escenarios ended up a bit short, but this is the best i got in the few writing time i had in between holyday preparations.

Fandoms incluided: Chucky, The Walking Dead and Stranger Things.

tags: @losersclubisms @helie-brain ( i added Daryl for you) @richiethedigidestine ( i remember how much you like Carl)

Chucky

Andy Barclay

-Only after growing tired of hearing you sing ' You are a mean one, Mr Grinch' he ends up confessing why he hates Christmas.

- Andy is the sort of person who would give speeches about consumerism and children being brainwashed by commercials. It is a very important topic for him because it ruined his life, over the years he blamed himself a lot about wanting a Good Guy for his birthday when he was 6 and manipulative advertisement played a big role on that.

- He is the least materialistic person you have ever met. Although he has a hard time expressing what he wants or needs you have clear that he prefers people over things.

- If it would depend on him, he would spend Christmas like a regular day, but he has you and Kyle getting him out to get things and do holiday stuff.

- Decorating the tree was easier to convince him about, you made the cabin look like a home and he couldn't complain of that.

- It made him feel a bit fuzzy inside. His place would not be a prison or an Isolation spot anymore. You wanted to stay with him and turn it into a home, your home.

Junior Wheeler

- Christmas is Bree's favorite holiday and she is your favorite of your boyfriend's parents, so you are there to celebrate.

- You also want to support Junior because you know Logan has a way of always ruining his mood somehow. He would never let him be happy, not at least in his own way.

- For so, you were there to do it. Perfectly aware of his musical inclinations, you encouraged him to sing Christmas songs with you for the little kids in the party. Junior knows that you like that and only you could have convinced him of joining.

- People are shocked, Logan receives tons of compliments and advice coming even from some of his friends regarding the unexpectedly discovered talent of his son.

- You casually mention that you play piano, a subtle act of support in that context.

- Junior is so happy that, if there weren't formal appearances to keep, he would have kissed you ríght there.

Jake Wheeler

-Christmas is a hard time for him. He used to love it as a kid but since his mom died nothing is the same. The season reminds him so much of her and his father is not a good source of support. Lucas gets even worse around the holydays and Jake has to either avoid him or babysit his drunk ass.

- One of his saddest memories involves him having to decorate the tree alone, feeling the loose even harder' because the season makes him feel like he is alone in the world.

- That's precisely why it meant so much to see you at his doorstep visiting to help him with the decorations. You even brought some yourself along with some other Christmas plans.

- He almost cried while eating your gingerbread cookies, that's how strongly emotional you got him with such simple acts.

- Lucas gave you the side eye as he was passing by. He knows who you are and he is not supportive of your relationship, but that time you didn't mind in the slightest.

- In fact, you previously fought the urge of bringing a mistletoe just to not get Jake in trouble.

- You love your boyfriend and wouldn't let the assholeness of his father get in between your chances to give him happiness.

Bonus

Chucky

- He is the gift for one of the kids on your family gathering.

-Switched the original gift for a box containing him, actually.

- Good luck surviving his holyday fun.

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

- Celebrating anything is complicated in the world you live in, almost impossible for most people. When you were freshly arrived the Alexandria people were trying to push parties down your throats and Daryl had the worse reactions to that.

- He hates to be pushed into anything, even more when it is about a celebration he wasn't a fan of before the apocalypse.

- One thing was for sure, his reactions of discomfort were quite adorable to you. At some point of the party he got tired of giving deathly stares so he wouldn't be bothered and he stayed outside. He was out in the front not only refusing to participate, but to even be present.

- Of course, you followed to make him company and make sure he wouldn't freeze. After all, If both of you wanted, that party could be just the two of you.

Carl Grimes

- If he gets the chance to celebrate, he wants to make it nice for his little sister. Carl feels he was fortunate because he got to experience a real Christmas and she will never have that.

- Even if she is too little to remember, he wants to make it special for her and you help with whatever you can. Sacavange for things, arts and crafts, whatever necessary to get some nice decorations and presents.

- Your determination on the topic ends up convincing Rick of accepting the idea. As soon as he heard your reasons, even Daryl was up to participate. He has a soft spot for the little girl and Carl is doing so much for her.

- When the time comes, all the people you consider family are there. It's your first truly felt Christmas since the end of the world.

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

- He doesn't get much comfort and family at home, but since he has you and his little friends he found a family where he belongs and that manifests on his attitude around the holidays.

- His gifts are super thoughtful. Everyone knows he is gonna surprise and that makes you nervous. You fear he would give you the most perfect gift and yours for him wouldn't be as good enough in comparison.

- Meanwhile, Steve stresses more about what to get for Dustin, considering how far he is from his peculiar likes and interests, than what he planned for you.

- For Christmas Eve he gets invited to dinner by the Hendersons and that means you also got invited. Dustin loves you both and wants you to be there with him and his mom.

- When you arrive the boy is watching ' Silent Night, Deathly Night'.

- " No horror movies tonight." You commented to him. " It's our first Christmas together. We have to make it nice. "

" But it counts as a Christmas movie!" He playfully complained. " It's an open film subgenre."

- Steve laughed and messed with his hair, loving to hear him being himself and you trying to make things the normal way.

- You both in your different ways make him insanely happy.

Eddie Munson

-I get the feeling that his celebrations are the closest to how It's used to celebrate where i live.

- Loudest Christmas ever, it's 6 pm of Christmas Eve and Eddie is already blasting music. He is a happy and unapologetical dude and that's how cheer hits him.

- You are neighbors, so you are constantly crossing over trailers to see how each other is going as you await for the night. You have to get reminded to get back whenever someone needs any of you for something on your preparations.

- Eddie and Wayne end up joining you. Your family is on good terms with them and getting all together is better than having to stand how you and Eddie leave out of sudden to see each other.

- At some point of the night, once you have enough time to dedicate to your families, you follow him into the next step of your celebrations.

- Surprisingly crashing late at Dustin's and pumping up the party.

- Steve mocked you for showing up late, he and Eddie have a secret war going on over who amazes Dustin the most.

Bonus

Billy Hargrove

- You have been dating for a while and your mom suggested you could invite him to your Christmas party.

- Everything goes fine when you are introducing him to your parents but, as soon as he saw him, your little brother reacted as if he would have seen the reaper. He clumsily tried to dissimulate, but you know him well enough to notice he is terrified.

- That’s how you find out that the dude you were seeing was also your brother’s bully, the nameless guy he would always complain about everytime he came back home made a scared mess.

- You dump his ass without hesitation. He may be charming and super hot, but he showed his true colours messing with a little boy, with your family.

- Nothing can excuse that.

#horror preferences #chucky #child's play #the walking dead #stranger things #andy barclay #junior wheeler #jake wheeler #daryl dixon #carl grimes #steve harrington #eddie munson #andy barclay x reader #junior wheeler x reader #jake wheeler x reader #daryl dixon x reader #carl grimes x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader

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What Happens After Sunset

A/N: This post was deleted for some reason 🧍‍♀️ But this was originally a requested idea but I don't exactly remember what the request was, so I'll do my best with the Content Warning

CW: NSFW, Sub/Top Deku, Bottom/Dom Kirishima, kidnap roleplay, they are head over heels for each other, mild spanking, begging, male penetration, masturbating (sorta?), riding, overstimulation, aftercare

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(Takes place in their third year)

Kirishima and Deku have been together since the ending of 1st year. They have always been such a sweet, and affectionate couple.

They were also great when doing missions together, Deku having black whip for a far attack and Kirishima ready to be an unbreakable barrier for any close up attacks.

They almost never fought, and we just great for each other in general. They always would be as well.

The two were deeply in love, and everyone saw this. But there was a side that everyone didn't see.

Now, there were a few people who had guesses or assumptions about their sex life. Maybe some stuff as simple as Deku being bottom, or more detailed guesses, like their kinks.

Yet, they would never guess the shit that goes down when they are alone past sunset.

And even Deku and Kirishima could remember how the conversation sparked up. It just started. And it ended in Deku being tied up to their headboard.

Kirishima and Deku were some kinky motherfuckers. Roleplay was probably some of the least kinkiest shit they've done.

And as far as they remember, this was Deku's idea. The kidnapped and kidnapper roleplay.

We all know Deku is a closeted pervert, come on now. The thought of being used for Kirishima's pleasure, WHILE role-playing some fucked up shit? Yes please.

Of course, they were safe. Had a safeword code. Even if they were in a position where they couldn't say it, they're quirks were plenty strong enough to let the other one know to stop. Especially when it came to the weak ties on Deku's wrists, just enough to keep him restricted without his quirk.

But now, Deku laid painfully hard in their bed, tied up, mouth covered in tied silk, and Kirishima heavily degrading him.

"Awe, come on Izuku. Can't even go 5 seconds without thrusting into the air, like a fucking needy whore," Deku whimpered as Kirishima slammed his hips down. "Fucking the air won't get you anywhere, dumb slut."

Kirishima was enjoying this. Watching the boyfriend he loved oh so much, struggle under him.

The only thing Deku didn't like was that Kirishima was still fully dressed. It frustrated him, wanting to see his boyfriend just as naked as him.

Mumbles of pleas and begs fell muffles by the silk rope in Dekus mouth, and Kirishima smirked, guving a harsh tug on Deku's nipples, knowing how sensitive they are.

"You can beg and plead all you want, but I am in charge here. And you... You are never leaving my sight, pretty boy," Despite the most harsh words, Deku could still feel the love behind being called "pretty boy."

'Cause he was Kirishima's pretty boy, of course.

Kirishima took a moment to look at his boyfriend. His boyfriend looked... Wow. Beautiful. Absolutely outstanding.

The green silk that was woven down his wrists and tied in his mouth looked beautiful against the pretty green eyes. The same green eyes that were filled with tears so sparkly, they could fight diamonds.

Kirishima's eyes went down, followed each and every scar. He knew the story behind all of them. And he loved each one of them. He was tempted to start leaving kisses on them, but that wasn't the mood that was meant to be set.

Kirishima grabbed Deku's thighs roughly, lifting them and pressing his knees into his chest, giving him perfect room to smack Deku's ass.

Deku whimpered when the hand came down so roughly, but damn, did he like it. The sting was sign enough that there would be a hand print.

"I want to continue, but you would enjoy that, wouldn't you? You enjoy being smacked in the ass. Hell, you're hard as a fucking rock, harder than my quirk makes me, just by me grabbing your slutty ass off the street and threatening to use your body for my pleasure," Kirishima scoffed like he was disgusted.

Deku whimpered, hips desperately trying to find some friction for his neglected dick.

Kirishima tried to make out his mumbles the best he could, coming up with. "I need it, fuck I need it," and just a repeat of that.

"Oh, you need it? I think I enjoy just sitting here and watching you struggle. Why should I continue? I bet you're enjoying it, after all," Kirishima's voice was mchh more rougher than usual, and Deku was eating it up.

"Please, please, touch me," Deku's yell was mumbled, but loud enough to be heard clear enough to understand.

"Hm. No, I don't think I will," Kirishima smirked at the tears falling down Deku's face.

He held back a genuine smile when the tears stopped at the sight of Kirishima pulling his jacket off. Deku's eyes now looked like they held all the innocence in the world.

Kirishima was still baffled about how easy it was for Deku to be such a perv in secrecy.

Kirishima stripped naked, just as hard dick also wanting attention. He kept hsi hands off of it and simply turned around, leaving his ass on display for Deku.

Deku was so, so close to breaking when Kirishima slid a finger inside of himself after lubing his fingers. Deku could picture his cock in Kirishima, and he knows the feeling. He felt it almost every night, afterall.

Kirishima made a show of it, roughly fingering himself, moaning louder than usual, secretly smiling at Deku's begs and whines. He even sat back more and started riding his fingers, just to purposely shake the bed a little.

When he considered himself stretched out enough, he moved to straddle Deku, which Deku was more than happy with. He was so, so painfully hard.

Kirishima stared down at Deku, who has never looked more desperate. "Are you even going to be able to please me? I almost came from just my fingers. Should I just finish myself off and leave you here? I don't think you'll be able to finish the job."

It was a lie, of course. Deku is the only one able to make Kirishima enjoy himself.

Just the thought of being left in the state he was in made Deku start sobbing, let wlone not being enough to please his boyfriend.

Kirishima wondered if he took it too far when Deku started thrusting up again, more muffled moans and something that sounded like, "I can do it, I can please! I promise, please!"

So Kirishima gave in, leaning back, taking ahold of Deku's very thick thighs as he sunk down, Deku's dick stretching him like usual, and he bit his lip so hard, it almost started bleeding.

Okay, so maybe he didn't stretch himself as much. He never did that. He blamed it on the excitement of being able to finally be on Deku.

So he took it slow, and Deku definitely noticed he didn't stretch himself out enough, feeling the extra tightness and how Kirishima hissed while trying to ignore the struggle of sinking down more.

But nonetheless, Kirishima got it and started riding, watching the way Deku's eyes rolled back, moaning for him and more.

"You fucking wou- would like getting riden by- Ah fuck. By a total stran- stranger who kidnapped you, huh? So dis- Oh my god! You're a freak," Kirishima struggled to talk, Deku's dick hitting his prostate perfectly.

Deku couldn't do anything to take it, and he sobbed while doing it. After all the waiting, getting ridden so roughly was slight overstimulation. He took it though, happy to finally feel it.

"Oh fuck! God, you're bett- better than I thought you would be, pretty boy," Kirishima moaned loudly, not being able to hold it in.

It didn't take long for either of them to come, but Deku came first and that led to some overstimulation as Kirishima chased his orgasm, following not too far behind Deku.

But was Kirishima done? No, no he wasn't.

He got off of Deku, and Deku thought he was gonna be untied, when he felt a tight grip on his dick. He whimpered, lokking down to wear Kirishima was homding his dick, and rubbing his thumb over the tip.

Deku started shaking, trying to adjust and move his body out of Kirishima's grip. When it came too annoying to Kirishima, he sat on Deku's stomach, facing his dick while he continued to mess with Deku's dick, overstimulating him.

Deku sobbed as Kirishima pulled and forced orgasm after orgasm out of him, until he felt his body start to give up on fighting him.

That's when Kirishima decided he had enough, getting off of him and untying him. Deku lokked up to him with very, very tired eyes and a small smile.

Kirishima smiled softly back, pulling Deku up in his arms and kissing his forehead. "Are you okay? Anything really hurt?"

"Mm... No. Felt good," Deku mumbled, not thinking much more than that.

Kirishima chuckled, kissing Deku's forehead.

While Deku's and Kirishima's sex life will always be a secret to everyone, they liked it that way.

Just their secret... How truly messed up their minds could be when it came to pleasing each other.

But at the end of the day, they loved each other more than anything.

No matter what was said in the moment, the end of the night was filled with love and care for each other.

What happens in the bedroom, stays in the bedroom.

Bonus cuz I love KiriDeku:

Kirishima picked Deku up from the bed with ease, holding him close to his chest. Deku found this very comforting and fell asleep.

Next thing Deku knows, he's waking up in a warm bath, as Kirishima walked in the bathroom with clothes that were most likely for him.

"Hey pretty boy," Kirishima said quietly, bending down to Deku and brushing some of his hair out of his face. "Mind if I join?"

Deku was quick to shake his head and make room for Kirishima to get in. Kirishima climbed in behind Deku, and began to clean and massage Deku's back.

"At anytime during that, did you feel the need to use the safeword," Kirishima asked, making Deku look up at him, still looking tired.

"No. It was really good. I liked it all," Kirishima nodded at Deku's reassurance then ran a hand down Deku's chest, cleaning there too.

"I love you, Izuku. So damn much," Kirishima said, kissing him.

"I love you too," Deku said, flipping onto his stomach so he could wrap his arms around Kirishima's waist.

Kirishima smiled at him, taking the opportunity to wash his hair and whatever else he could reach of his body.

Deku fell asleep again, at the feeling of Kirishima taking care of him.

After Kirishima took care of both of them, he got out of the bath, got himself dried off and in some boxers and sweatpants before getting Deku out to do the same with him.

Soon enough, the two laid in the new, clean sheets, Deku laying on Kirishima's chest, and Kirishima rubbing his back, while his hand often went astray dowm Deku's arm to feel the slight indents in his wrist, from pulling on the silk so hard.

"Hm... Eijiro," Deku said, looking up at him.

"Yes, babe?"

"...can we do that again tomorrow night?"

#mha smut #dom Kirishima #kirishima smut #sub deku #top deku #subtop deku #sub Midoriya #sub izuku #izuku Midoriya smut #Kirishima eijirou smut #dom ejiro #dom eijirou #dom eijirou kirishima

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I Got Your Six - Chapter 3

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD/ Drugs

Word Count: 8k

A/N: Just a little heads-up that some things will be a bit different than in the film. Frankie also doesn't have a baby in this fic.

This chapter was originally longer cause I went a little overboard (sorry not sorry 😁) so I had to divide it. It took me actually longer than I thought cause some parts were a bit hard to write at first but I hope it still turned out okay and you will like it! 🥰

2 days later, 2 PM, Florida, Tampa

A bell chimed above me when I entered the café Santiago wanted to meet me at.

The whole 2 days before, I had fought with myself if I should really go, if it wasn’t the biggest mistake I could make, to come even close to the deep wounds that hadn’t healed over time. Could I bring myself to dig even deeper in them?

The only convincing argument that persisted was this weird feeling I still had in my gut since I received his text. It was nothing good, whatever was to come, I knew that much. It never failed me till this day and I wasn’t about to start ignoring it now.

“Let me know how it went.” Colonel Sanders said to me when I visited him before I had left for the airport. He had seemed positive that I made the right decision. We would be about to see that shortly…

My three boys were a little different regarding this whole thing, being adamant to stay till my departure and being with me till the last second. Not wanting to let me go alone but they knew I had to. This was my battle to fight, not theirs.

“Show him that nobody messes with our wolf, okay?” Were Mick’s words goodbye, holding me to his six foot one large frame and wanting to go with me despite knowing he couldn’t. He was still not well with this but accepted my decision in the end.

“You’re not the only one here, you know?” Reminded him Luc from his left, shoving him to the side so he could hug me goodbye too.

“Gotta make sure to take care of our girl properly.” His friend countered and made a wink toward him.

“You’re so full of shit. I really don’t know how I made it through all these years with you.” Luc laughed with a shaking head and brought me closer.

“Remember that we’re always with you, alright? Even if we’re not there, Y/N.” The six foot tall man said while hugging me and caressing my arm softly.

“I’ll keep these two assholes here in check in the meantime.” He added a bit quieter with a laugh, pretending to whisper it to me but wanting his brothers to actually hear it.

“I heard that!” Sounded Mick’s voice loudly from behind us not a second after.

“That was his plan, pendejo.” Alex informed him from the right while he came over to also give me a hug before my departure.

“Watch your six, Y/N.” Giving me a kiss on the crown of my head and burying his head in my neck after, he mumbled his words into my skin. He joined our hands and rubbed it a few times soothingly to make sure I was ready to face my anxiety once again. Only this time without them for the very first time since I’ve been with the boys. Alex’ six foot two body was curled protectively around me, wanting to give me the most safest feeling possible for the 2 hour flight ahead of me. Hoping I’d get through it without any incidents.

“I will. You watch yours too.” I answered back, squeezing his hand a few times before letting go and pulling back, looking him in the eyes on the way.

“Promise. I’ll make sure Mick doesn’t do anything stupid while you’re gone.” He reassured me laughing.

“I heard that too!” The mentioned man shouted again, not caring about people giving him annoyed looks while walking by.

“I’ll see you boys soon.” Were my last words I exchanged with them before my flight got called out and I had to go. Looking one final time over my shoulder to see them waving with their hands before they were out of my sight.

So here I was, walking in the little café that actually looked quite nice. There were multiple tables with two to four chairs distributed in the room with some flowers in a vase and white tablecloths on them, some booths next to the pastel-colored walls too. Some framed pictures here and there to create a more friendly atmosphere. It felt like ages since I’ve been somewhere like this under “normal” circumstances. Always jumping from mission to mission without a break cause it was the only thing that kept me sane, helped me to block out my emotions and all thoughts in my fucked up mind that would bury me under a darkness I would never come out of again. Not alive.

A woman in probably her 20’s I assumed, with her brown hair in a ponytail, greeted me with a friendly smile when I walked by the counter, looking around the room, already on guard like always and on high alert to the unknown environment around me. I already hated being here. Alone with myself, not having my gear to protect me or a weapon besides my knife in the left pocket of my pants. Just to be safe. And not having my boys if something happened, the only ones that knew how to deal with it.

Just relax. Everything is fine. I told myself with every single step I took. Except it wasn’t.

Thankfully the café wasn’t too crowded right now and there were only a couple of people sitting at some tables, drinking or eating something. Three waiting in a line at the counter to probably buy something to-go. Everything looked like it was a normal day, people going after their routines, not caring about the things around them. But they should.

They didn’t know there was a killer amongst them right now, that wouldn’t hesitate to strike. Foolish idiots.

As my eyes continued scanning the room thoroughly, they landed on a person sitting in one of the booths more in the back of the café. It was only after our looks crossed that I stopped abruptly in my steps. His brown eyes with that familiar golden glow had already spotted and fixated me, not yet giving away any emotions behind them.

I felt like someone had stolen the air out of my lungs. Too stunned to see him really after all this time in person right in front of me again. He was still wearing his characteristically dark blue cap with the star on it, a jacket in the same color with a red shirt underneath, black pants and shoes. Santiago didn’t look any different than I remembered him. Besides the fact, that he must have shaven in the last days since his slight stubble was gone.

My first instinct that hit me right this moment was to run. Run away. Then everything else kicked in and I had to hold myself back to not loose it in front of all the people in here. I felt the memories threatening to rush back that I tried so desperately to erase without success. I couldn’t allow this. I wouldn’t. In a split second my walls were even higher up, not wanting him to see what reaction he had caused. Pushing all my emotions aside and taking in some air, I slowly continued my way toward him with an emotionless face. He wouldn’t get to know how I was feeling.

“I didn’t expect you to actually come.” His voice greeted me when I reached the booth he was sitting in, standing up in the process.

“Me neither.” I answered without any emotion, holding his gaze and sitting down across from him.

A moment long there was just silence between us, no one of us really knowing what to say and only looking at each other.

“I’m s-” Before he could say anything more, I rudely cut him off. Not wanting to hear whatever he was about to say.

“What do you want?” I asked coldly, crossing my arms and making it clear to him that I wasn’t happy about the whole situation.

“Straight to the point, hm?” He really had the audacity to laugh.

“You forced me to come down here despite knowing very well about my anxiety, so you better have a real good reason to suddenly decide to talk after 8 fucking years, Garcia.” He wasn’t getting the satisfaction of getting called by his nickname by me.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” His honest tone surprised me, also the softened look in his eyes he was giving me.

“Come to the point.” Deciding I couldn’t longer bear his look, I looked out the window next to me and waited for his next words.

Sighing, he put his arms on the table and leaned forward. He was smart enough to know that he would fall on deaf ears if he continued like this. Like always.

“I wanna get the old team back together.” Never having anticipated to hear anything close to this, my head whipped around immediately. Looking at him speechless and with wide eyes.

I was dreaming this, right? He… didn’t actually just say those words out loud?

“You- What…?!” I was sure my brain stopped working. Why would he say that? And how would he come up with something like that out of nowhere?

“I want to get all of us together again.” Santiago repeated his previous words calmy, giving me time to process what he had just dropped on me.

“No!” Was my immediate response that I shouted at him, getting the attention of the whole café that I completely ignored and jumped up from my seat, ready to leave as fast as possible.

“Y/N! Wait!” He also raised his voice and got up, trying to stop me.

I might have been okay with him talking about what happened in the past but getting all of us together again? Fuck no, that was the line I wasn’t going to cross. I’d rather die than seeing them again. Seeing him. I knew I had a bad feeling for a reason about this. To hell with making peace, I needed to get out of here before everything would get out of control.

“I knew it was a fucking mistake to come here!” I snarled at him, gritting my teeth and sending him a stone-cold look.

“Let me explain, please.” He pleaded and lowered his voice, taking a seat again.

I shouldn’t hear him out, I should just go, walk out of that door and pretend nothing had happened.

With a huff I closed my eyes for a moment and set back down too. Why was I listening to him?

“What is it?” I cut myself short, not making eye contact with him.

“A Recce.”

“A Recce?” Repeating his words, my thoughts began already racing. There must be more behind it than just a simple recce, he wouldn’t come to me with only this.

“Yes.”

“We both know it ain’t just a simple recce, Santiago. You’re not the guy that does things only halfway. So what is it really?” I snorted sarcastically, not believing his words and looking back at him.

“I wanna get Gabriel Martin Lorea.” He explained shortly after without hesitation, leaning forward on the table again and folding his hands. Knowing I saw right through him.

Lorea? How did he know that name? We had been surveillancing that guy’s activities for a few months now and never found out where he was hiding. Every bust the army made came up with nothing and every lead we followed led us to a dead end. And now Santiago Garcia, of all possible people should know where that piece of shit was? That couldn’t be a coincidence, no way.

“Lorea?! How did you get that name?” I asked with a mix of surprise and confusion in my voice, furrowing my eyebrows.

“I-” Right as he wanted to explain, the young woman from the counter earlier came to a stop at our table and we paused our conversation for the moment.

“Hello, can I bring you anything?” She asked, still smiling and giving Santiago probably the sweetest look she could. Of course she needed to do that.

“No. Can you fuck off now?” I shot at her, feeling anger already rushing up inside of me and wanting to rip that look off of her face. How dare she interrupt us like that? She better get hella fast as far away as possible.

Her face fell as soon as my words hit her, looking weirdly over to Santiago before she made her leave quietly back behind the counter, whispering something to herself. Bitch.

“She was only doing her job.” The Spanish man across from me chuckled with an amused face. Finding it seemingly funny, how I reacted toward the woman.

“I’m not here for bullshit like this. So cut it and answer my question.” I countered, not bothering with his comment.

Santiago snorted and leaned back against the booth behind him.

“After I retired, I’ve been working as consultant with the DEA down in South America. For the last 3 years I tried to actually get this guy.” So he was still kinda doing the same thing. Never being someone to just stop at some point, constantly needing to do something. He hadn’t changed at all.

I didn’t know what each of them were doing in these 8 years, maybe all of them had retired already?

“Why?”

“Because he’s the reason, everything I’ve done didn’t make any difference. He’s destroying that country with no one stopping him and I want to change that.” He finished, looking at me expectantly.

“And suddenly, after nobody could even find a trace about him, you know where he is?” I questioned him in disbelief.

“I’ve got an informant down there that found out where Lorea is.” Was he really that foolish to believe he could actually trust an “informant”? He should know best that in our line of work it was your certain death. Never trust anyone.

“And you want me to just blindly trust you with that? No way, Garcia.” Why did I have the feeling that there was still more to this than he let on?

“Okay. Here, at least take a look at this.” He proposed with a sigh and handed me a red folder he took out of his black bag that was next to him. Santiago knew I wasn’t convinced by any word he had said so far and wanted to change his strategy as it looked. Good luck to him, he wouldn’t get far with that.

“And what is that?” I asked him, wondering what he could possibly want with a folder now.

Taking it from him, I looked around us for a moment, making sure nobody was listening or looking at what we were discussing, then opening and laying it on the table between us.

There were various notes and pictures of Lorea and what was presumably his house. What did he want with all this? Every possible question that came up while looking through everything flew right out the window when I came across two words, that put everything in a whole new light. The first one being ‘Triple Frontier’ and the second ‘Money’. Both big and bright red flags.

“Have you actually gone insane?!” I raised my voice at him, not believing that he seriously was planning this.

“You wanna go in one of the worst and dangerous places on this planet and kill one of the biggest drug lords there?! And on top of it, get his money too?!” I added, heavily shaking my head and looking back out of the window with a scoff. This was bound to fail. He must have lost his god damn mind! That place was crawling with criminals, corruption, cartels and drug lords.

“Look, I really need him and it’s less than a week of work for 17 grand and potentially much more.” Santiago tried to let it sound less bad than it actually was. Like it was only a normal thing.

“I don’t give a damn shit about the money, Santiago! This is a fuckin’ suicide mission!” My blood was boiling by now. What was he thinking? Was he actually believing he could do this? Was he seriously not considering sending all of the guys into their deaths?

“I need you on this, please.” He was giving me that look I knew too well when he wanted to convince someone, but I wasn’t going to give in to it.

“Hell no! If you so desperately want Lorea, go get him. You don’t need me anyway if you have the others. Do they even know about me?” I denied his pleading and was wondering if he had told someone about me.

“No, they don’t.” He let out a long, frustrated sigh, lifting his cap, readjusting it and crossing his arms over his chest after.

“They wouldn’t agree to it anyway if they knew.” I let out a sarcastic laugh, sure as hell not a single one of them wanted to see me ever again in their lives. And I wasn’t about to change that.

“Have you asked them already?” Adding another question, I looked back to him, wanting to see in his eyes when he answered.

“Not yet. I had hoped to ask you first.” I should have known it. This Bastard. He was giving me the most innocent look he was able to pull up.

“And the answer’s still no and will be.” Emphasizing my words, I made sure to make it clear for him that he wasn’t gonna get me to help with his stunt. No matter what he tried.

“Here’s my number if you should change your decision. And Ben has a fight in the local gym in Pinellas County this Friday at 5 PM, you should come.” Santiago accepted his defeat finally and gave me a piece of paper with his phone number on it, waiting till I really took it from him and shoved it carelessly in the right pocket of my pants.

“I’m not coming. And I already made my decision.” I immediately replied, closing the red folder in front of me and getting up. He could wait for a lifetime that I seriously even considered changing it. And why the hell was he inviting me to a fight? From the one person I wouldn’t face for the death of me ever again?

“You know how to reach me. It was… nice to see you again, Y/N.” He followed and stood up too, holding my gaze.

“I can’t really say the same and I wouldn’t get my hopes up if I were you, Garcia.” Was all I said before I left him and the café, not looking back.

4 hours later, 6 PM, North Carolina, Fort Bragg

Arriving back home, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Luc, Mick, Alex and me were just passing the door of the base when Deryll and Marc came toward us to take their security shift.

“There’s our favorite girl!”

“Look who it is!”

They both shouted at the same time with wide smiles and came over to greet us. I hadn’t seen them since we came back from our last mission, not having the time to pay attention to it anyway because of the things that happened shortly after.

Both were still there for me after I got assigned to the boys I called my team now and they were the only ones here that really knew besides colonel Sanders how close I was with them. The two friends never had to witness in full detail how I really was doing after everything, having to work their shifts and me constantly being on a mission god knows where with my new team. But they weren’t stupid and were able to pick up on little things they noticed changing. It was a shock for them at first when they heard what had happened, not wanting to believe that such a thing was even possible. They always believed we would be a team forever. Oh boy, how wrong they were.

So the years passed and they couldn’t do more than stand by and watch how the once happy, lively, little girl they knew and cherished, turned into an unrecognizable monster consumed by only darkness. There wasn’t a single thing they could do to help keeping her alive cause it had been already too late. Far too late to try and safe the last pieces remaining. She was already dead.

But being the boys they were, they didn’t even think about giving up. They always made sure to keep talking to her, trying to at least brighten her dark days a little and showing her that they were there since the first day they met her. That they wouldn’t leave her too.

“Attention! Mick’s twins at 4 o’clock.” Alex immediately warned from beside me as he spotted the two friends walking in our direction.

“Will you ever stop calling them that?” Mick shot back at the Spanish man, eyeing him with a sharp look from the opposite side of me.

“No, hermano. I can’t help that it’s the truth.” Shrugging with his shoulders, Alex chuckled at his brother. Knowing it annoyed him to no end when he called them by the nickname he came up with after he got to know them because he thought they were exactly like Mick: loud, with a big mouth and as annoying as him. In the brotherly sense.

“I can definitely see some similarities.” Luc acknowledged amused with a wink toward the man in question.

“And I thought you would have my back for once, Luc!” He said in a fake disappointed voice, hanging his head dramatically.

“Who’s annoying our dear brother?” Deryll asked laughing when he reached us with widespread arms and embraced Mick.

“What’s good, man?” Mick replied joyfully with a clap on his back, happy to see him.

“Can’t have that, can we?” Marc added a moment after, going over to Alex and hugging him.

“As if you would care.” Alex returned sarcastically, happy to see their friends too.

“Of course we care, man!” Deryll assured him while he went to Luc and repeated his gesture.

“Nice to see you, man.” Luc greeted him back, exchanging a brotherly embrace like the others while Marc moved on to Mick.

After they greeted the boys, they came to me. Having patiently waited till the men were finished and watched their interactions with each other.

“And there she is!” Deryll’s grin grew even wider at the sight of me.

“Hey.” I quietly said while I put my arms around him and waited till he bent down with his over six foot tall body a little so I didn’t have to get on my tiptoes because of his height.

“How are we doin’? Your boys takin’ care of you?” He asked, inspecting me attentively after pulling back a bit.

“Did you really just ask her that, bro?” Mick’s surprised voice cut in.

“Of course, someone here has to make sure she’s okay.” Deryll answered with a laugh, giving me a soft squeeze.

“You know we always do.” Luc joined in with a nod and a knowing look toward him.

“We’re only checking up on her, so chill.” Marc decided to help his friend, now switching with him to hug me also.

“We got her covered, don’t you worry.” Alex spoke up, making himself a bit taller with an underlying protective seriousness in his voice.

“I’m okay, you can stop. You know they wouldn’t leave me out of sight even if I wanted.” I decided to finally say something and crack a joke that would hopefully distract them from noticing what was currently going on inside me.

My boys knew right away when they had picked me up from the airport earlier that something wasn’t okay. I hadn’t spoken much on the way, already exhausted enough from the flight where I nearly had a panic attack as soon as we took off. Everything was all over the place right now. I didn’t know how to handle the chaos of emotions that was wrecking through me at the moment. How to control it. Santiago had unintentionally poked the beast at a point he shouldn’t have, one that had it clawing even wilder against its cage, trying to break free from its chains to get out and rip everything in its wake to shreds.

“They better.” The security boys said in unison and gave me both a wink.

“Okay, enough of that now, pendejos. Our girl and us have an important talk to have, so we gonna have to cut this short here.” The Spanish man decided that he had enough, not able to stand my unusual quietness any longer and hating to not know the reason for it.

“Alright man, see y’all later then and don’t forget to tell her to use protection!” Marc shouted after us as the boys and me started to walk away after waving them goodbye.

“Increíble. (Unbelievable.)” Alex mumbled to himself.

“That’s my line, dude!” Mick shouted back over his shoulder, trying to lift the growing tension in the air but failing.

After a short walk in utter silence that felt like it was suffocating me, we were standing in front of colonel Sanders.

I knew I didn’t need to do this, given it was something more “private” and not a mission report or anything like that. But I also knew that the colonel would want to know how it went and I kinda owed it to him for all the things he had done and was doing for me. And because he was involved in all this too even if he was more on the sideline of things.

My teammates were already itching to know what was going on since I hadn’t told them a single word about the meeting with Santiago yet. I simply couldn’t, I didn’t know what and how to say it. That’s why I just stood there quietly after the colonel greeted us, not able to get any words out. All I wanted was to run as fast to my bunk as I could and push everything back as deep as possible, lock it away in the darkest corner of myself to never have to think about it again. But of course I couldn’t.

“Are you finally gonna tell us now what’s going on? You’ve been different ever since you came back and I don’t like it.” Alex voiced his growing concerns out loud, watching me with an intense gaze.

The only thing he got as answer was my silence, uncomfortably shifting from foot to foot and keeping my eyes fixated on the ground. I knew I should have said something but there was nothing to help with getting anything out of my mouth.

“That asshole hurt you, right?! He’s so fucking dead! I’m gonna kill him!” Mick threatened with a raised voice, finally exploding because he had enough.

“STOP!” I yelled even louder, squeezing my eyes shut as hard as I was able to and clenched my fists, digging my nails in my palms painfully. You need to calm down, don’t loose it in front of them. Stay in control.

“Y/N, we all can see that something is bothering you and to me it looks like it is nothing good that happened, am I right?” Colonel Sanders asked cautiously, not wanting to irritate me further. Knowing I was in a fragile state right now and it would only take one more wrong word before I’d snap. And none of them wanted that to happen. To experience it when they let the ferocious wolf out of its containment.

I was back to being quiet again, not daring to say another word for fear of crossing the line to the dead zone they were stepping dangerously close to right now.

“How about we all relax for a sec?” Luc intervened after I still refused to speak, his message aimed for his friends that he eyed from the side.

“You don’t have to tell us anything you’re not ready for. We understand.” He continued sympathetically, while he crouched down in front of me and slowly tried to pry my tight clasped fists open.

That got me to open my eyes and look at him. Why did they all care so much about me when I didn’t deserve it? When I should burn in eternal hell for everything I’ve done? How could they still look me in the eyes?

Another heartbeat long we just stared at each other and I could feel almost tears coming up that I stopped before they had the slightest chance to surface. Why was it bothering me so much? Why did I still care?

“He… wants me to help him with a recce.” I pressed out, not able to keep it in any longer.

“This gets better and better.” Mick scoffed with a shaking head from the side.

“A recce? That’s all he wanted to talk about?” Alex asked for confirmation frowning, not understanding why that was Santiago’s priority, out of all possible more important things.

“I don’t know. I didn’t let him get to anything else, didn’t want to hear any sentimental shit.” I looked from Luc’s face back to the ground between us, letting him hold my hands he had intertwined with his after he managed to loosen them.

“Do I want to know any details?” The colonel questioned skeptically, knowing his ex-delta force soldier well enough to know that there must be more.

“Not really.” Sighing heavily, I squeezed Luc’s hand a little harder that he returned with one of his own.

“Please tell me that you’ve refused.” Mick turned to me with hopeful eyes. Trusting my judgement like always, to know when to draw a line.

“As if it would be that easy…” I whispered to myself with a slight huff. If you were not considering all the lives he put at stake.

“Of course, I did, Mick.” Confirming with a nod at him, I retreated my hands and crossed my arms.

“Thank god.” He relaxed his stiff posture.

“Why do I hear a ‘but’?” His brother Luc cut in, stopping his heightening mood in an instant.

“Because Santiago’s about to get himself into trouble.” Colonel Sanders answered for me and leaned back in his chair, having already caught on with my implications and reactions.

“That means?” The Spanish man among us spoke up once again after listening the back and forth of our conversation, paying close attention to my behavior the entire time.

It was now or never. If I wouldn’t tell them now, I wouldn’t be able to get it out if I thought any longer about the possible consequences.

“Remember the drug lord Delta’s been trying to find? Lorea?” I asked the round of the four men and waited till they put one and one together.

I could literally see the lightbulbs turning on over their heads not a moment later.

“He wants to go after him and his money.” I elaborated, staring holes into the ground and hoped it would swallow me whole. I could feel my gut clenching uncomfortably at every word that came out. This was so fucked up. I should have never agreed to that meeting! Why did I have to be so stupid?

“He knows you’re active duty and that this would have consequences?” The colonel immediately said with a warning tone and I could have sworn I saw anger crossing his features for a second as I looked up at him before it went back to his blank one.

“Why would he want your help with it anyway?” Luc questioned shortly after, standing back up from his crouching position and moving to my left side to his original spot.

“Because…” I started but the words soon left me again, not wanting to voice out the worst thing I still had to tell them. “…he wants to get the team back together.”

“He really thinks he can pull this shit up? That someone would be insane enough to agree to his fucked up idea? Why not going to Lorea and ask him politely if he will give him all his fucking money and oh by the way, put a bullet through his head?” Mick laughed with sarcasm lacing his voice.

“It’s illegal, right?” Alex pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

“According to his folder he showed me, it’s supposed to be a legal operation. Looked like he wanted to do it with the narcotics unit and work across the border with the army. He made a contract with an agency down there or some shit.” I explained what I had read on the notes he had given me.

The boys’ faces turned toward each other with confused looks, probably all asking themselves the same.

“So Santiago’s still working with the DEA in South America. He told me about his plan to go there before he retired a few years ago.” Sanders answered their unspoken question, having already recognized what they were about to ask. He never told me anything about them in these 8 years. Not that I cared… or rather, that I was lying to myself all along…

Just as I was about to ask the colonel a question of my own, Luc beat me to it with another one of his.

“Did he tell you the location? Or where he got the information?”

“You won’t like it.” I told him, sending him a serious look from the side.

Quiet huffs filled the room, like they had already anticipated that it wouldn’t be something good too.

“Somewhere near the Triple Frontier in the jungle. He claimed that his ‘informant’ found it out.”

“As if this whole thing wouldn’t have been insane enough already!” Mick commented dryly with irritation in his voice.

“He wants to drag you into one of the most dangerous places?! Because of an information from a person he can’t even trust? That’s enough!” Alex added, now sharing the same feeling with his brother.

“You have already made your decision, haven’t you, Y/N?” Luc’s soft voice sounded from beside me and pulled all the attention on him before it quickly shifted over to me. I was sure he had suspected it from the start even if I had been denying it myself.

A deafening silence settled over the office when I withheld the answer they were all waiting for and instead lowered my gaze down to the floor once again with every possible negative emotion flowing through me. Closing my eyes and willing myself to stay as calm as possible, to keep my shit together.

“You said you refused! You can’t be fucking considering it now, Y/N! You can’t do this!” Mick’s harsh tone cut the silence like a knife and it was like the room was closing in on me with every passing second.

“I won’t lose anyone else! I-… can’t.” I literally screamed out but ending nearly in a whisper, fixating him with something none of them had seen in a very long time since the death of their friend Vic. With the most vulnerable look and glossed over eyes I just stared at him, silently pleading with him to understand. To not make me say the words out loud. Please. Please don’t make me relive it. I won’t be able to survive it this time.

“And if that means I have to give up everything then so be it. I’d do everything than being here and pretend I didn’t know that they are getting themselves killed with this fucking suicide mission!” Letting my gaze wander around to each one of them, I saw that they had lowered their heads with saddened expressions. Understanding exactly what I was talking about and how I felt.

Exhaling after I was finished, I gave myself a break for a moment to calm my faster heartbeat and re-collect myself.

“Can you… tell me what the others have been doing? I want to at least know what I’ll be dealing with.” I continued with the question I wanted to ask earlier and looked to colonel Sanders.

“Y/N, you know I can’t tell you anything private. Only if it’s something official.” He answered with a softened look and folded his hands in front of him on his desk.

“What if it was a mission?” I proposed, holding eye contact.

“What do you have in mind, captain?” He questioned back, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“We’ve been looking for Lorea anyway, so… what if me and my team take him and his guys out as an official mission of Delta?”

The three boys were quiet after my little speech, not saying another word because they probably knew that they couldn’t stop me. Keeping their eyes locked to the ground below them and listening.

“You know what I’ll be forced to do if anything else happens.” Sanders reminded me with all his authority, making sure I was clear about what I’d be doing.

“Yes, commander.” I confirmed him without hesitation with a nod.

After a moment long silent exchange between us, colonel Sanders turned to his right where his computer was placed and began typing.

“Fine. Give me a minute.”

Shortly after, he motioned for me to come around to him. Not wasting any time, I crossed the distance with fast steps and gave Luc, Alex and Mick that had looked up to follow what was happening, a nod to the side with my head as if to say Follow me. Not questioning my instruction, they moved around the desk too and came to a halt to my left.

“Anyone specific you want to start with?” The colonel wanted to know but I declined, bracing myself for what I was about to hear.

“No.”

“Let’s see who we’ve got first then.”

A few clicks and types on his keyboard later, the first file showed up on his screen, for everyone to see.

“Looks like we’re starting with one of the captains. William Miller, the older brother of the two Millers. He’s giving speeches at the local VA where he’s living with his younger brother in Florida after he retired. There’s a report from an incident 5 years ago when he was on his time on leave. It happened in a Publix store, according to witnesses he had an arm around a guy’s throat in the cereal isle and squeezed so hard that he pissed himself. Seems like he was engaged at that time cause people said his fiancé as she had claimed, had to climb on his back to stop him from actually killing the guy. According to reports of the people there, he’d done it because the guy hadn’t moved his cart when he asked him to, and his fiancé left him right after.” Sanders read out loud for all of us to hear as he went over everything in Will’s file.

I didn’t know what exactly I expected to hear but it surely wasn’t this. To say that I was shocked was an understatement. Will was never the violent type and would’ve never hurt innocent people intentionally. From how it sounded, I guessed that it must had to do something with his PTSD. There was no other logical explanation for him to act out like this, especially in public. And to hear that he had a fiancé felt even stranger but that she had left him after what he’d been through made my blood boil. He didn’t deserve something like that. He didn’t deserve to be treated like this and he didn’t deserve someone that couldn’t understand him. How did she dare hurting him like this? You did just the same…

This is only your fault!

“Who do we have next?” I asked, not wanting to think about it more and ending up severing her ugly head from her body when I ever got the chance. She’d wish, she never had crossed paths with Will.

Stop thinking like this, Y/N! They’re not your concern anymore! You didn’t care these 8 years, so don’t start now! …Yes, you did! Stop lying to yourself already!

“You know about Santiago Garcia, so we can skip him since there’s nothing recorded in his file besides his work with the DEA and a neck operation last year.” Abruptly pulling me out of my thoughts, mine and Sanders’ looks crossed for a moment when he turned his head and I nodded, confirming it was okay to proceed.

“Captain Thomas Davis. Unlike the rest of the team, he was forced to retire. He’s now selling condos in the town he’s living in Florida. Has split with his wife but is still taking care of their two girls they have together. That’s everything we’ve got about him.” Tom wasn’t as much of a surprise because I knew that he had family, even if he rarely brought it up, and there were some tensions that had seemed to not have evened out over time. But I never thought it was that bad, for them to split. But he always could be a bit complicated, so it hadn’t been completely off the table.

“Let’s see who we’ve got next… ah, the younger Miller brother. Benjamin Miller, as I already mentioned, he’s living together with his older brother. The only record we have about him is that he’s been doing MMA fights after he retired, nothing else.” I cringed internally at the mention of his first name. Ben didn’t like it that much, wanting to be called ‘Ben’ or ‘Benny’ but never by his right first name. Why, he never told me but I respected it and never mentioned it. He had told me about some fights he had when he was on leave, always claiming that he was the best despite his sometimes still healing wounds he had when he came back that obviously indicated that he got his ass kicked. I hated those times, even if the wounds were very small and barely visible anymore, it still pained and angered me to know that someone had hurt him even if that was part of what he was doing. I absolutely loathed to see him hurt in any shape or form and the guilt that came with it, that I hadn’t been there or couldn’t do anything about it to protect him. Did he have a girlfriend too? With his always flirtatious and charming nature he surely wouldn’t have a problem finding one… Not mentioning his look… I gritted my teeth at the thought, not wanting to even begin to imagine a possible scenario like this. Feeling the all too familiar white-hot rage rushing through my veins immediately.

This is only your fault!

Trying my best to ignore the annoying voice in my head, I shifted my attention back to reality just in time where the colonel had already moved on to the last person he hadn’t mentioned yet.

“And lastly, we have Francisco Morales. Divorced from his wife about 3 years ago and lost his license after he got busted with coke last year. He’s still under review, result pending. Also living in Florida.” First I thought I didn’t hear right but the more I repeated his words, the more clearer they became and I didn’t want to believe a single one of them. He had lost his license because of drugs?! He never had anything to do with shit like that before. What had happened that caused him to think it was a good idea to fall back on fucking coke or other dangerous drugs? And since when did he have a wife, that also had the audacity to break his heart apparently? Was she the reason for his unusual behavior? She better not be…

His flying license had always meant everything to him and to lose it because of something like that… I couldn’t even imagine how he must have felt.

This is only YOUR fault!

I was so full of rage like I hadn’t been in a long while. Enraged about myself. How could’ve everything fallen apart like this? What the fuck had happened to the Delta Force soldiers I once knew? The ones I had called my family?

“That’s everything we’ve got about them.” I heard the colonel from my right but was barely paying attention to it, too caught up in the rising anger that was already spreading like a wildfire through my inside and keeping blankly staring at the screen.

You’re a monster. You destroyed everything, shouldn’t you be happy?

“Thank you.” My emotionless voice answered, not registering that I actually said it.

I hoped that none of my teammates would be commenting on anything they just heard because I wouldn’t be capable of taking it right now.

A tug on my arm snapped me back to the present, where I got greeted with sympathetic smiles from each of the four men in the room. They had probably sensed that I didn’t take the information very well and wanted to reassure me that they wouldn’t judge about what they had heard. Well, Sanders already surely must have known most of it, that was out of question. Maybe it was better he never told me anything these last years. Not that it would have changed anything anyway.

The boys had nearly walked back to the places they stood before, when I started to slowly retreat too. Making sure my legs were stable enough to carry me the short distance.

“So… how are we feeling about this?” The colonel asked after a quietness had settled between us.

“Her fight is our fight.” Mick spoke up as soon as he ended, with a determination in his voice I didn’t expect.

Full of surprise I looked toward him and saw a mischievous grin on his face, one that was all too familiar.

“Someone’s gotta keep them off of you, right captain?” He added with a wink at me.

I just blinked at him, not knowing why he suddenly had changed his opinion despite being adamant and hellbent on me not doing it.

“And you didn’t really think I’d let you simply walk alone into a deathtrap, did you?” Mick continued, his grin getting wider.

“Exactamente. (Exactly.) We’ve been through enough shit together already, we ain’t gonna stop because of some drug lord.” Alex joined his brother, the smile he had before still on his face.

“What’s there left for me to say if you guys say everything in advance?” Luc questioned at his friends with a laugh.

“Maybe that you’re grateful that we let you come along?” Mick joked.

“Fuck off. You’ll be glad to have me if I have to patch up your sorry ass.” His friend countered.

“There is another thing I have to tell you.” I cut in their laughs that were missing for too long since we were here.

All attention was back on me in an instant, their eyes looking curiously at me.

“Before I left the café, Santiago invited me to one of Ben’s MMA fights this Friday.” I told them, not really sharing their surprisingly good mood.

“You want to go?” Sanders straightened his position in his chair. He knew I was close to him because Ben never had made a secret out of it with his big mouth and constantly being around me. But how much did he really know?

“I told him I wouldn’t but if we’re doing this then I might as well, right?” I questioned back, already regretting that I had thrown all of my previous decisions out the window in a span of only a few hours. But at the prospect of potential deaths, it was different.

“Need some company?” Luc offered, probably knowing it wouldn’t be an easy thing to do for me.

“Was counting on it.” Relieved that I wouldn’t have to get through it alone, I nodded at him.

“I’d say I come with you but I don’t wanna interrupt your date, lovebirds.” Mick interjected with a laugh.

“And someone’s gotta keep watch so you don’t burn down the whole base, hermano.” Alex added, jabbing his friend lightly in the ribs and pulling him in a headlock before he could let any more words out.

“Fucking kids.” Luc commented laughing while shaking his head.

My look went from them over to colonel Sanders who held my gaze with a reassuring smile.

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Aziraphale had fought temptation before.

After his original sin in 6th century BCE, he stopped fighting so hard. After a few millennia, he stopped all together, for the most part. He drew a line; one neither heaven nor hell could cross themselves. He never really stopped feeling it though; the overwhelming guilt, shame, grief …

He remembered softly sobbing as he took his first fistfuls of rib meat — the seemingly harmless nibble becoming two, then bites, clean bones — each bite sending a bitter shockwave down his spine and forming a hole in his chest … which quickly turned warm and full and euphoric. With each bit of content he felt, the hole grew bigger and was subsequently filled. He worried that one day there would be nothing left.

But there he was, hundreds of temptations and thousands of years later — here. It didn’t make the hole any less there, though. He just forgot about it most days.

Most.

There were some temptations that were harder to fight, but usually easier to manage — getting drunk, swearing, classic anti-evangelical bullshit that They likely didn’t enforce anyway, not anymore. But then there were others.

Others that reminded him of the hole.

Some nights, he felt that hole looking at Crowley. It wasn’t often – not anymore – but every once in a while, Crowley would say something witty or look at him in a certain way and it would happen, that emptiness. That temptation. But nothing could hurt as much, feel as good, feel as gut-wrenchingly wicked as that original sin.

Or, at least, that’s what he thought until now.

Aziraphale pushed himself away from the demon, stifling a sob as he touched his shaking fingertips to his lips. He felt the hole in his chest swell. The demon had kissed him. He was frozen.

“Oh god,” Crowley stepped back a step, sinking into himself, “Ang– Aziraphale, oh I’m so sorry, I–” He stuttered, straightening his glasses to hide his swelling tears.

Aziraphale looked up at the demon, tears swelling in his eyes. He kept his trembling fingertips to his lips, desperately clinging to the fiery warmth of Crowley’s touch, slowly and softly biting his lip to taste any reminisce of the kiss. He felt the hole piercing through his chest like a blade. He had nearly forgotten how seering the pain was, how consuming the guilt was – almost.

The taste of the demon on his lips began to remind him of rib meat; tender, sweet, ambrosial. His mouth watered, begging – pleading for just a bit more, even if just a bite. But every bite meant another stinging laceration in the hole, a deep emptiness in his chest. But he still wanted more.

A temptation. A sin.

Aziraphale stepped towards the demon, reaching out his free hand towards Crowley’s – the two’s fingertips grazing together and pulling the two closer.

“Angel?” the Demon stuttered, reaching out his hand to place it on the angel’s wrist, Aziraphale’s fingertips still glued to his lips.

The angel said nothing as he reached for Crowley’s glasses. Aziraphale shakily removed them from the demon’s face, revealing his swollen, tear-ridden amber eyes. Another tear, another sharp pain. Another euphoric rush down his spine.

Aziraphale tucked the temple of the dark sunglasses into Crowley’s cardigan pocket, resting his trembling hand on the demon’s chest. Crowley exhaled a shaky breath, quickly inhaling again to assume that he wouldn’t dishearten the angel.

Aziraphale stared deep into his demon’s eyes, gaze unbroken. He was afraid if he looked away, it would all be over, the temptation’s spark forever dulled. Tears began streaming down the angel’s face. What had he done? He has resisted for so long, ignored the tears and lesions, stifled his desire, rejected the temptation.

But he had never known it was this sweet. So horribly sapid, so intoxicatingly sinful.

Aziraphale choked out a single “I”. He didn’t know how to finish it. “I can’t” “I shouldn’t” “I can’t believe you have done this” “I love you”.

He tasted his lip once again, struggling to taste the demon. Taste the temptation. Aziraphale moved his hand away from Crowley’s chest, lingering his fingertips on Crowley’s neckline.

“Please forgive me,” the Angel muttered, grabbing Crowley by the necktie, pulling their lips together in a hard kiss. Aziraphale grabbed the demon’s waist, pulling him in further to the kiss, Crowley’s now free hands grabbing Aziraphale’s lapel and cupping his face softly. Aziraphale’s hands quickly moved up Crowley’s back and around his shoulders, grabbing his hair lightly and cupping his face tightly. Crowley rested his hands onto the angel’s hips, afraid that if he moved that it would all disappear. Their lips intertwined perfectly with one another — each new kiss deeper and longer. They did not move quickly nor with hot adrenaline, but rather pressed into each other as hard at they could, their souls like magnets, unable to separate until they needed to breathe.

Crowley breathed an apology through labored breaths between kisses.

“I forgive you.”

Aziraphale felt the warmth of the demon melt into his being, coating the hole in his chest with lust, with sin and with temptation, but it no longer felt unbearable. This temptation felt natural and right and beautiful. And human.

Aziraphale had fought temptation before. But after millennia, he had finally decided to stop all together, for good.

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As someone at 27 y/o bi leaning towards women.. who’s born in a country that doesn’t support lgbt rights and also in the closet because of homophobic dad/relatives, im honestly so upset by this. The only way I can live my truth is to live vicariously through the wlw media that I consume and it fuckin hurts. It’s heartbreaking that even just being who I am is impossible and the only way I can is being ripped away from me. I don’t know how much more I can take, especially during pride month

Oof, I get you, anon. When it's your only outlet to something that for others can manifest in so many life-changing ways, crushes, first kisses, dating, sex, marriage, children, it can be so stifling when even the one avenue you have is closed off. And however far away it's happening, it's a reminder of the same homophobia and restrictions you see right around you, so it feels even more hopeless, knowing that in places that are supposedly better off, there are still these major battles to be fought.

I don't know your exact situation, but here are some of the things that helped me come to terms with these same frustrations:

First, focus on individual people more than trends. That's tough to do, for sure, especially when, again, you see so much homophobia directly around you so it seems ubiquitous, but if you're particularly taking WN's case to heart, remember that as much as Netflix tried to shut it down, the cast and crew fought for it! For all these cancellations, there are people who made the original media in the first place and tried to keep it going. It's not hopeless, there's so much support and so many allies.

This next part might be hard to accept, and you know, maybe it's not what'll work for you, but for me, I really did have to learn to not get really deep into any one show or ship. When things are good, they're so good, it all sucks you in, you check the updates all the time, and maybe most importantly, there's this whole community you become a part of. But when you lose it, not if, because in f/f you will, even if things end well, there aren't enough people to keep it going, the more you've made it a part of your life, the more you feel that loss.

All fans should exercise moderation and keep things in perspective, but I'm speaking more to people like us, who don't have anything in real life to balance out what we experience through media.

I answered this ask a little late because I did get sucked up into other shows airing right now that have f/f and that doesn't negate the core issue, this will be the final season for most of them, if not all, but there's still something to get into, even just in f/f media. Perhaps you may prefer lesfic, or the f/f Youtube/Tiktok scene, or webseries.

It's also worth getting into non-media hobbies. Or, you know, at least consuming non-f/f media. I remember being angry at seeing the m/f couples in pretty much everything else while we couldn't have anything, so I just didn't watch anything at all and instead just did those elaborate adult paint by numbers and listened to comedy podcasts. And once I did feel more in the mood to watch stuff again, it was goofy sitcoms and old school murder mysteries, where it wasn't really like, oh, I wish this had more of us. :P

Lastly, it really does sting at you if you feel isolated and alone even from your own family, so try to see if there are other ways you can connect with them. Otherwise it just adds to your negative feelings to resent and fear them.

None of this may work for you, there are so many other possibilities, moving away, coming out, getting involved with LGBT organizations near you or just meeting other queer people, but I'm sure you've already considered those options and they're not currently doing enough for you. But I would at least give some of this a shot, try some distance at first, and hopefully it'll start to feel better. It really doesn't help that we're globally going through a pretty rough time, but just focus on feeling better yourself.

#replies #femslash related stuff #sent on 20230606 #Anonymous #5

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One day.. in another.. a different life.. | {ObaMitsu}

Theme: Angst and little Fluff (Warning: A little gore-ish (It's not that much since I'm horrible at writing it-))

Mitsuri smiled happily, kissing Obanai on the cheek. "Iguro-San!" she said excitedly, seeming to not notice how flushed the shorter Hashira was. "Iguro-San, look what I found!!" she giggled, showing Obanai a plushy of a cat. She smiled happily, cuddling it up to her face. "Isn't it cute?!"

Obanai nodded, mostly looking at Mitsuri. She was adorable all excited like that. Smiling, laughing. Oh how he wished he could live with her normally. How different would things be..?

Not different enough. Another life wasn't enough. Because, apparently, no matter how hard he tried, he could never escape the sins his parents commited. Never could rid of them. Never. Never. Never.

He was reborn. Reborn into a family so similar. The same. They stole and preyed on the weakest. They sucked the happiness out of people. They didn't stop.

And once again, Obanai was shoved into a life full of constant guilt. He met Mitsuri, whom had no recall of their life before, but seemed mostly the same. She and Obanai were close.. and then Obanai's family did something horrible. They found Mitsuri often got gifts from people. A lot of gifts. Handmade, store-bought. Beautiful and intricate, simple but sweet. Expensive and cheap, a wide variety of gifts. And exactly what Obanai's family wanted.

They tracked down Mitsuri out of Obanai. They had him invite her to their house to meet her because Obanai was so obviously in love, they figured they could use that as their vantage point. And so it was.

She came over and they were making her some food. While she ate they sent Obanai to go get the bedroom she would sleep in ready. When he came back, Mitsuri was lying on the floor in tears. Her skin looked raw as if somebody had hit her, her hair and clothes messy. She was curled in a ball, trembling. Obanai's family was nowhere to be seen.

Obanai rushed to her, scared, concerned, worried. He cradled her in his arms, asking what was wrong. Mitsuri had said, in between tears and in an almost indistinguishable way, that his family had pinned her down and asked how much money she had, how valuable the gifts she got were, and where they were. They threatened to kill her family if she didn't say. They stole her key to her home and left a minute before Obanai had come back. He was horrified and immediately started comforting Mitsuri. He was holding her close in his arms, tightly, vowing never to let them lay their hands on her again, then a sharp pain shoot through his back and straight through his chest. Blood poured out of him, he couldn't breath. He couldn't think, he couldn't see, he couldn't.. He couldn't even scream. He faltered and felt himself dying. The last thing he registered was Mitsuri in his arms. He died a second before she let out a blood curdling screamed, a knife piercing straight through her heart in one motion.

No matter how many times you're reborn, you will never get that perfect life you long for. No matter how hard you try. How hard you wish for. How many lives you have. It will always be the same, sad story, shitty life. Because god will never forgive you for your actions. Even if they weren't yours. Even if they were your family's. Even if you had no part in them, it's your fault. They do not pay for their sins, you do. Because you're different. You're special. So you're the target. But sometimes that's good. Sometimes it's nice.

Mitsuri remembered their past this time. Their original ones. Their first pasts. The one from over a century ago. Where they fought alongside each other. A dangerous but happy life. She remembered it all. The rest, she did not. Which was quite ironic, because Obanai remembered the other one but not the first. The one thing they both remembered was their love for each other, however. A strong bond that could never be broken. With every life, they always found each other. Fell in love and grew inseperable. But all good things come with a price.

Given their past, Obanai was careful to only ever go to Mitsuri's house, never inviting anyone to his. He said little to nothing about his life outside of home to his family, not wanting to get her in danger once again.

But even that wasn't enough. Because the world didn't seem to want them happy. Want them to be at peace. What did they ever to do get this? Why?

It was horrifying. Mitsuri's dead body. Lying on the cold ground. Bloodied and bruised. Something straight out of his nightmares, only 100 times more real and more scary. Her insides pouring out, her clothes stained with red, all of it.. it was the worst thing he'd ever seen.. Obanai killed himself that night.. With the image of his lovers broken and dead body in his mind.

How much was it to ask for a normal life? A good one? One that's a soothing melody. A peaceful night by the ocean. Not a song that goes deep and dark, cutting through your body and leaving the scent of blood behind. Not the night where you fall into the ocean and drown, leaving only a trace of yourself behind. Not where you don't see it coming. You can live a life, perfect and sweet, not expecting anything. And innocent one, something cute. Something nice. And then the world throws yet another knife. A bullet to the heart. Why was it so much to ask? Why couldn't they just have something—anything, to soothe their broken hearts. Why did the world hate them so?

Once again, reborn as innocent children. The memories from the past slowly growing clearer, but still just nightmares. And then they meet. Sweet children, falling in love. Grow up together and hit their teens. They fool around and break rules, hide in the protection of each other's arms under the rain or cuddling safely with each other as they wake up to another day. Nothing out of place. Nothing..

And yet..

And yet the storm is still to come. Building up to the most disgraceful one. Building, building, building.

"When tragedy strikes, there's always the smell of blood in the air."

A rainy day. The lovers walked home together, their arms linked with each others, laughing and talking. It was a weekend, a day of rest. Still only morning, but the town already bustling with life. The two took a wrong turn into an alley. Bad things always happen in alleys. But together they could brave through it. They walked out and found themselves back to the road they were meant to take. Not suspecting anything, they continued their walk home. For, now the two lived together. In fact, they had a child. Waiting at home with her grandmother. Mitsuri's mother was a sweet woman, constantly wanting to help out. She was very considerate of the two and found them adorable together from the first time they met.

As the two rounded the corner to their house, a sense of dread hit them like a .. a demon. A blow to the heart. Paranoia? No.. The door was open. It had been open for some time, because the rain was puddling up inside. The two rushed forward, clutching each others hands and pushing the gates open. They stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of the scene displayed in front of them. Blood mixed with the rain water, flowing together into one red puddle. A hand.. a hand disconnected from the body stuck to the door.. Clutching onto the handle tightly.. as if trying to escape.. It was silent. Deathly silent..

Mitsuri screamed. Obanai would've as well, if he hadn't been shocked into silence. What was this.. no.. it couldn't be.. it was horrible.. just like the nightmares.. Or had they been nightmares..? Future predictions? No.. the time settings had been set a while back.. Perhaps.. past lives.. Perhaps.. their future would be like this..

Mitsuri went to dash in, desperate to find her daughter. Obanai grabbed her wrist to stop her. No.. not Obanai. Obanai didn't have sharp nails an-

She blacked out as a cold metal pole hit her in the back of her head. Obanai was nowhere to be seen.

Screaming. Crying. Pleading. Shouting. Gun shots.

Wait..

Gun shots..?

Pain shot through her whole body as she blinked back into life. She took one look around her and remembered what happened. Obanai.. the house... blood.. rain.. what..

She then realized what was happening and was suddenly fully aware of everything. Her daughter was tied up to a pole in the middle of the room. A gag on her mouth, her eyes wide with fear and frantically looking for help. She looks mostly unharmed, except for the sharp shape of a hand on her cheek. Although she had blood splattered on her, it did not look as if it was hers.

Then she remembered the screams. Crying, the pleading, it was still there. She jerked her head towards the direction it was coming from, trying to see, but realizing she had bonds as well. She was secured tightly to the wall. She couldn't speak, barely could breath. She felt as if she was on fire, her body heating up terribly. She felt burns all over her and wondered what had happened. How long had she been out? Where.. where was Obanai? Her mother?

Then someone was kicked into her line of view. A cold laugh rang through her ears as it dawned on her who had been screaming. Her husband. Obanai. His legs and arms were bound together. He had burns and wounds all over, was bleeding profusely from somewhere, or everywhere. He was screaming in pain, writhing and flinching at every little movement. His voice was hoarse but he kept going, his face was stained with blood and tears, and he was barely recognizable. It was impossible to tell him apart now, he was so beaten up.. Mitsuri tried screaming but she only managed to widen her eyes in terror at the person displayed before her. Standing above her suffering husband and close to her traumatized daughter.

A person that had been in her nightmares once before. Someone whom she'd never recognized as him before, only seeing him as his daughters babysitter. Someone.. according to her memories.. named Muzan Kibutsuji. His hair.. his voice.. his laugh.. his eyes. It was him, no doubt. And the merciless expression on his face as he cut Obanai to pieces.. the all too familiar look.. it was too much.. too.. much...

She heard the faint sound of Obanai screaming as a knife was stabbed into his back before she passed out once again.

She woke up. It was quiet now. Dark. She looked up and felt fear coursing through her blood. What had happened? Was he gone? Where was Obanai? And..

The lights flickered on and Mitsuri let out a strangled scream. The body of her dead family was displayed at her feet. She slowly looked up towards the source of the light and saw Muzan there, his eyes hungry for more. He held a knife above his hand. Sharp and thin, a dangerous weapon. There were other weapons to the side, a gun, different variations of them. Several blades and a lighter. Others Mitsuri couldn't identify, especially not in the state she was in. She trembled and glanced back up at him, willing herself not to look down. Nevertheless, the image of the tangled up bodies of her husband, her daughter, and her mother kept flashing in her mind. She was crying, tears pouring down her face. Muzan smirked then brought the knife down quickly, deep into her thigh. She tried to scream but she couldn't. He continued, carving deep wounds into her body, over and over and over. It wouldn't stop. Pain continued on. A fire was lit on her arm. Several bullets straight through her chest. But she wouldn't die. Please.. just let her die.. let her go back to her family.. Somewhere... in heaven.. please..

It must've been hours before her wish came to light. Mitsuri Kanroji's body lay in pieces on top of her family's. She died as she let out a last scream.. using her last energy to scream her lovers name.. The name of the person who had been with her through all these lives..

4th life. No high hopes for this. Or any hopes at all. At least not at first. Obanai and Mitsuri grew up as friends. This time, they both remembered all of their memories. And even as babies they knew not to say anything. When they met, they already knew each other. They were close, constantly on edge, tried to be with others all the time, and made sure to take careful note of anyone and anything. If they saw anybody moderately close to one of their past enemies, they would rush off immediately. The two did date a lot earlier then they did in their past lives. Because somehow their love for each other still ran firmly through all these lives. All these years. Nothing could part them. Not even death, although it had tried time and time again.

Their lives went as normal as they could pretend they were, besides all that. They managed to find Giyuu and Sanemi in this life. Apparently the two were lovers, which was a huge surprise. Even more so that the two did, in fact, remember their demon slaying pasts. But putting that aside, nothing else all that interesting happened. They just went on with their lives. As they drew closer to the year of 60, they were getting hopeful. Hopeful that perhaps their lives would be normal. Peaceful. No violent deaths..

But out of everyone, they should know.. never let your guard down. And yet.. and yet they did.. and it cost them their life.. Once again.. For the 4th time.

And as the two died in each others arms.. for the 4th time, Obanai whispered something into his lovers ear. He said, "No matter what the world throws at us, one day.. in another.. a different life.. we'll find peace.. I'll protect you forever.. I promise.."

Simple but sweet was perfect. A life where they waited. Where they were their own selves and not one of the past. Simple. A life where they fell in love as the same, but not. Where they found each other again. Sweet. A life where they had no worries. No memories of the past they suffered. Just each other. Perfect. No twist. No but's. Nothing but pure bliss. As they meet for the first time in highschool. Grow together, closer. From the closest of friends to lovers. As he asks her out for the first time. As she walks down the aisle on their wedding day. As they take their first step into a new family. As they go to the park with their children. As they hold hands in a field of flowers. As they die peacefully and happily, their last breath being said. "I love you." Love. Something that can last on and on. No matter how many times you die and are reborn. But now, they are at peace. No worries. No fear. No deaths. Nothing.. tragic. Drastic. Just a happy family and a happy life. As their souls return to heaven back again. This time to stay forever, happily entwined as they watch their children grow into adults. Growing the family. Growing their lives. Because everyone is happy. Everyone..

Everyone is happy until the smell of blood is in the air.

{Word count: 2600} I'm.. I don't know what I just wrote but uh..Uh yeah Anyways uhm.. nice ending right?? 😇

Ly all, gn (for me when i wrote this-) Have a good day/night/idgaf ^^

Edit: because we love angst, no?

#obamitsu #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #angst #demon slayer #idk what i'm doing #sillyness #reincarnation #past lives #d e a t h s #little gore ig

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