#wait no there's two more my eyes skipped over...... one should know damn well i love their stupid son

[charliemwrites]

Sniff, sniff…. Woof.

“Johnny? Johnny, baby, come here!”

Your big wolf boy comes bounding in from the living room as you shut the front door, immediately rearing up to sniff at your neck and face and hands. Satisfied, he licks your cheek and drops down again.

“Alright, listen up, handsome.” You grab his cheeks, scritching along his jaw and grinning as his big blue eyes go dopey. “My sister and her husband are going to stay the night. You are going to be a polite boy because you love me and don’t want to give my sister anything to talk shit about. Yes?”

A sneeze that he (for once) aims away from you. You laugh, drop a kiss between his eyes.

“Good talk.”

As usual, he follows you through the house as you shed clothes and shoes and bags. You ramble about the grocery store and your day, mostly just to get it out so your headspace can be clear for the evening. Helps to have a little (relatively) listener following at your heels.

He camps out in the bathroom while you shower, licking the glass door until you scold him - per usual. And again when he tries to lick the clean water off your leg. Only starts getting restless and grumpy when he sees you change into “outside” clothes rather than pjs.

You groan as he tries to herd you away from your own closet. Must be mixed with a shepherding dog because he’s a damn pushy jerk.

“Enough, bud,” you sigh. “Look, I don’t wanna go much either. But it’ll be worse if I don’t.”

He mouths off at you, a new thing he’s started up that reminds you of a husky. Maybe you should get one of those doggy DNA tests.

“I know I know,” you coo, shimmying into a pair of pants that your sister won’t be able to tease makes your ass look flat. “I’d rather snuggle up and watch 90s vampire movies too. But I already said I’d go and this means I’ll be able to skip seeing her on her birthday.”

More grumbles, but at least he climbs up on the bed to pout. You finish dressing and head for the vanity - no way you can go out with your sister without makeup.

As you pass, you roll him over to scratch his belly - politely ignoring his reaction. God, you really need to get him in for a neutering. If you catch him humping one more pillow—

When it’s time to go, you drop down to give him one last hug.

“Be good, baby. I’ll be home soon with some new friends. I love you.”

—

After dinner, your sister’s husband suggests a bar. And, of course, it’s a sports bar. Man can’t go more than an hour or two without.

You and your sister chat while his eyes stayed glued to the screens. Well, she chats. You mostly just provide the audience she constantly craves, the validation she always needs.

At some point your excuse yourself to order another drink, weaving between the patrons and sighing at a chance to let your face rest for a moment. While you’re waiting, someone brushes up close behind you, startles you.

“Och, sorry, hen. Madhouse in here.”

You blink, tilt your head back to see a gorgeous pair of blue eyes shining down at you. Takes your breath away.

“Oh! Um, no problem, I get it.”

You try to scoot as much as you can - but it really is packed, especially at the bar - and the man takes the opportunity to occupy any free space you have.

Not that you’re complaining. He’s got the type of face they put on magazines with hooks like “sexiest man alive.” A killer grin as he winks down at you, arm bracing on the bar.

“Buy ya a drink for bein’ so rude?”

You’ve barely gotten the start of, “oh it’s alright,” out before he’s signaling the bartender. His stature and presence gets him instant service though, so you let it go, fidgeting restlessly.

Even his voice sounds like a sin worth committing. He’s too attractive. Too handsome to not know it; and definitely too handsome to be chatting you up and ordering you a drink.

“You here with anyone?” he asks with an edge that makes your spine prickle. Yet you almost feel like you imagine it. His tone is normal, his expression hasn’t changed and yet. Something subsonic in the timbre of his voice, maybe.

“My sister and her husband,” you reply.

“No husband of your own?”

You try to laugh, it comes out strained and awkward. “Ah, the only man in my life has four legs.”

Instead of looking annoyed by the brush off, his eyes spark.

“Dog?”

“Yup!” And okay, alarms in your head aside, you’re always happy to talk about Johnny. He’s a safe topic. You fish your phone out of your back pocket and show him your lock screen.

The man takes a quick look at the screen, an odd, private smile flicking across his face. There and then gone, before those intense eyes are locked on you again.

“He friendly?”

You laugh a bit, perk up as the bartender returns with your drink. “Not with men. Thanks for buying!”

as you turn to go, he grabs your hip. Not hard, or even too low. But you gasp quietly, the heat of his palm searing through your clothes.

“Name’s soap, by the way.”

Infinitely more nervous now, you stutter out your own and then retreat to your sister and her husband.

Spend the rest of the night pretending not to watch Soap. He doesn’t return the courtesy, eyes trained on you, lurking around the bar. So visible it seems to only you. Something about the way the light catches his eyes reminds you of when Johnny senses a threat. When he gets low and growly, hair standing on end, eyes focused.

Soap looks like he’s hunting you.

Thankfully, your sister complains about the noise after an hour or so and the three of you leave. You’re relieved to be going home.

As you step inside, you call for Johnny again.

“Wait, who the hell is Johnny?” your sister’s husband asks, an odd look on his face. “You’re living with someone?”

You snort a bit. Does he seriously not remember you talking about your dog?

“Yeah,” you joke, “he’s the love of my life, my one and only—”

You hear the clack of the doggy door and call out again. Johnny trots in panting.

“Did you just come in from a run?” you chuckle, putting a hand out in greeting.

He comes right up to you, presses his nose to the spot where “Soap” grabbed you and snuffles.

“I know, I smell wrong,” you soothe.

He grumbles and licks at your shirt, but you gently nudge him away, turning as your sister scoffs.

“You still do that thing where you talk to them like people?” She asks. “Don’t you think that’s… childish?”

“Johnny’s basically a person in a human body,” you reply, laughing. “You’ll see.”

“Dogs shouldn’t have human names,” her husband pipes up, reaching for Johnny.

“No, wait—”

Johnny snaps just shy of his fingers and puts himself bodily between you two.

“Easy!” you yelp, hooking your hand in his collar. “Sorry, I meant to warn you - Johnny’s shy with men.”

“He almost took my bloody hand off!”

“He’s just protective. Johnny, heel.”

He stops snarling, but plants himself at your feet right there, eyes sharply trained on your brother in law. Your sister snorts.

“How are you supposed to get men back here, then?”

You jump as Johnny barks, a full deep one that your rarely ever hear. Your sister startles too, then scowls.

“I don’t,” you answer, shaking your head. “Anyway, let me just get the sheets for the spare room and we can call it a night.”

Johnny stays close at your heels the entire time, though you swear he throws a nasty glance back at your sister’s husband.

#thoughts™️ #cod #my writing #fanfiction #dark fic #reader fic

[strawbsj]

Hiii again!!

can I make a request about g!p minji x reader fcking in the library?

I got too excited with this idea😁

Secret crush.

You have been struggling in school for the past two months due to some family issues and just life has been exhausting and draining, you weren’t dumb you just needed a little break and someone who takes care of you. From the start of the school year you have been getting decent grades, they were good but if we compare it to the amount you study for you should definitely get better grades, that really did unmotivate you because what do you mean someone who didn’t even touch a book will get a better grade than someone who pulls all nighters, skips meal just to study and never skips a class?You are happy for them but still there is a little unpleasant feeling inside you that you can’t deny ,And on top of that your family starts complaining about you not trying hard and not getting full marks. So you thought about what is the point of trying hard but still not reaching?

The way your grades dropped made your teacher really unhappy because you definitely weren’t dumb in fact you were very intelligent so she decided to talk to you and try to convince you to get a tutor and maybe she can help you choose one.

“___can you stay a little after class, we need to discuss something?”

You were tired and wanted to go home, you wanted to deny but what if she has something important to say?

“Sure” you replied with tired eyes that anyone could literally notice that you hadn’t been getting proper sleep for days, and yeah you don’t even remember when you last had that 10 hour uninterrupted sleep.

Class ended faster than usual, once all of the students went out of the class the teacher sat you down and took a deep breath before starting to talk.

“___ has anything happened home or do you have something going on that is not very pleasant…since your grades been dropping and I’m wondering what’s the reason and if we could try to fix it?” She spat, she really didn’t want to express her thoughts in a hurtful or negative way so she tried to sound as kind as possible.

You took an exhale before speaking “miss everything is going fine at home it’s just that I’m very unmotivated towards school and my mental health overall is not really helping with school” you spoke trying to sound as ok as possible even tho tears are starting to well in your eyes, recalling everything that is happening and all of your family problems.

“I see, do you think if we could ask a student to tutor you so you could perhaps make friends at the same time while studying do you think that would help you a little? And ___ you are nowhere near stupid you just need a little push and that will get you started all over again and I care for you, you are one of my favorite students here, always kind and enthusiastic to learn new things so seeing you like this really does hurt me.” She uttered in the most comforting tone ever, you smiled at her request and nodded because maybe that will make your school life and mental health better “a tutor could work!” Your teacher smiled warmly at your answer “then I will look for a tutor” she said, she lastly bid you goodbye and you went home a little smile on your face knowing that you have a new start and could improve.

The next week the teacher gave you the name of the student who will tutor you and when will you meet, the first lesson would be in the library. Damn, you haven’t been there for a long time you thought to yourself. You checked the paper that the teacher gave you once more and you looked at the name again “Minji”. You have heard the name before but the image of the person didn’t really click. You decide to pick a place near the entrance of the library so as soon as minji steps inside she could see you, you dont think she even recognize you but let’s just hope for the best.

You waited silently for about seven minutes till you saw a girl with a school uniform, your school never restricted what the students wear but that’s what she is comfortable wearing, now the image clicked, She is minji! You have never interacted with her nor your friends did but she was known for having one of the best grades in school if not the best. She was quiet,didn’t really have much friends, a bookworm and kinda cold or perhaps a better word distant? You always saw her with a book in hand or had her head deep down writing something. She didn’t really put much effort in socializing but one thing undeniable about her was her beauty she was that handsome type of beauty. You waved your hands at her you were maybe too excited she just walked towards her expression hard to read, she always had a resting face.

“I was kinda late, sorry” she spoke a little cold it gave you chills, is she always this serious? You didn’t expect any type of laughter or giggling but a little smile wouldn’t hurt anyone!

The tutoring session went pretty smoothly she told you the basic stuff and you immediately got the hang of it, like the teacher said you weren’t stupid you just needed someone to take interest in you. It was very silent, yeah a library is supposed to be silent but this maybe was too silent. You looked around and saw no one near you or even far away from you. You looked at the entrance of the library and there was no one even the bored librarian wasn’t there you looked around a little more and there was literally no one. A panic immediately started to hit you, you can’t be stuck in here seriously. Minji saw how uncomfortable you were and decided to give you a little hug whispering “hey calm down, we are going to get out of here. Let’s call someone” minji maybe was too calm about this whole situation but deep inside she was having a little panic attack. Yeah she didn’t show much emotions but that didn’t mean she didn’t care about people’s feelings, she just couldn’t express with words but her actions did.

You called the school principal and he said that they will come get the both out while waiting you decide to make a little chit chat to burn some time and comfort you a little. “I know this might sound weird but have you had any crush” this was the basic middle school dudes question while playing truth or dare but in this situation you didn’t honestly care, If she wants to think your weird then so be it. “Yeah” she answered tone little softer now, as a nosy person you couldn’t help but ask who, “oooh do you mind telling me who?” You said to excited, she gave you a little smirk making a point below your stomach tingle “what about I will describe it and you should guess, I’m pretty sure you know them” she said in a seductive voice immediately shocking you seeing the new side of her, your not complaining tho it was pretty hot. “Why not, tell me” you said too excited. “Hmmm well she is a girl, she is very gorgeous and adorable, she has never interacted with me before but did now and Uhmm her mental health hasn’t been the best which was secretly hurting me. I have always admired her from a far” she uttered scooting closer to you. Her description definitely had some suspicion in you, deep inside you wanted it to be you but the chances of her licking you were very very slim. “Uhm I don’t…know, please tell me” you stated. She was so close to you now, “hmm sure why not” she brought her face near you inches a part. Your breath hitched and you closed your eyes, she brought her plush lips to your pair and soon you felt something kissing you softly, when she moved her lips from yours, you were shocked a good shocked tho. “Did this tell enough, princess or…?” She questioned looking deep into your eyes, intoxicating you with her pair of eyes almost like hypnotizing you and before you knew you grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a deep kiss passionate and warm. She immediately kissed back, placing her hand on your upper back and gently laying you down. She took her skirt off revealing her erection, and damn, was she big? She was huge and her length being hard doubling it size. Without much of thinking you grabbed it touching it earning a groan from her, she was thick and had girth. You went on your knees and saw how her tip was filled with precum. Your tongue exploring her tip and length, her precum was very creamy but salty. Her hand found its way to your neck and squeezed it “don’t tease doll!” Her breath hitched. You tried to take her in one go but she was too big. She gave you a dark giggle full of lust “too big for you baby?” You tried to take her one more time but you gagged uncontrollably while coughing. But still you wanted to please her so you started sucking half of her length, bobbing your head around it. Soon after she started twitching inside your mouth, breath getting faster and moans getting louder. Without warning her thick white salty cum filled your mouth. She looked you in the eyes “swallow it, all of it” and as a good girl you obeyed her, swallowing her release. She was satisfied,way too satisfied. “On all fours baby, mommy is going to reward you for being so good” the excitement of her words flood your brain and your body immediately reacted to her, taking off your pants and panties leaving you with only an oversized shirt. And getting onto all fours, she groaned seeing how obedient you are for her. She couldn’t wait anymore and gave you her whole length, not even letting you adjust to her, immediately thrusting passionately hitting spots you never thought existed. Bumping into your g-spot and to spots people never even named. Her ruthless pace never cooled down if anything it only got rougher, with few more thrusts and few ass reddening spanks your release flood all over your thighs. Her relentless pace didn’t stop, the way you got now tighter made her eyes roll back and a hitched groan came from her “fuck baby so tight”. With how clenching you are around her length it didn’t take her long to feel her high close. Few seconds later she pulled out and white sperm got released on your back.

#new jeans x reader #new jeans x fem reader #new jeans minji #kim minji smut #kim minji x reader #kim minji x reader smut #new jeans minji x reader #minji smut

[danikamariewrites]

Dude every time I read Tairn’s insults or snarky remarks about anything and everyone, I cackled every time.

Could you do one where Tairn chose reader instead and reader, Xaden, Sgayel, and Tairn are just shit talking about everyone with their minds through out the day? I would love to see more of Xaden and Tairn bonding over being grumpy together lol

I have a really bad habit of when someone pisses me off I just insult them in my mind and I could just imagine Xaden accidentally laughing out loud at the insults causing the reader to also laugh lol

Shit Talking

Xaden x reader

A/n: this idea was sm fun to write. Also this is very heavy on Dain hate, bc I hate him.

Warnings: none

Sitting in history class waiting for the professor to start, you reach out and tap on Xaden’s mind. “Morning grumpy! How are you?” You don’t know who the huff came from, Xaden or Tairn.

“You’re too joyful for the morning.” Tairn deadpans. You chuckle to yourself and hear Sgaeyl chuckle as well. “He’s right.” As you were about to scold them for being old grumps, you hear the classroom door opens. Dain and the professor walk in.

“What’s wrong?” Xaden asks feeling your annoyance at Dain’s presence. “Dain’s observing class today.” You hear all three of the groan. You slap your hand over your mouth to keep from laughing too loudly.

Dain sits down at the front of the class and you relay that to the others. Sgaeyl laughs, Tairn lets out another annoyed groan, and Xaden laughs out, “Loser.”

As class goes on the four of you continue to talk about your fellow riders. It’s also rare Tairn and Sgaeyl are so vocal about other dragons. Or speak to you and Xaden when they don’t need to. It was nice and it felt normal in an odd way.

At Battle Brief you so badly wanted to sit with Xaden, but you had to stay with your squad. This time you feel Xaden tapping on your mind. “Hey sweet cheeks.” You feel your face heat. You turn slightly in your seat and see him hiding a smirk behind his hand

His eyes quickly dart to you, then back to the professors at the center of the circular room. “Aetos is particularly talkative today.” You mentally groan, “I know, his voice is so grating.” Another huff from Tairn has your eyes rolling.

“Wingleader,” you jump in your seat a little, shocked by Tairn addressing Xaden. “I think we should just be rid of him.”

“Mmhhmm, for once I agree with you.” “Now, now my mate, behave. We know he and his dragon are pompous but leave them be.” Sgaeyl chastised. Your heart skipped a beat. Not in a bad way, but in a good way. You had this full feeling in your chest. Like you were about to burst that the people your closest with were getting along.

Walking to dinner alone you hear Xaden in your head again. You pause for a moment at the intrusion and continue down the dimly lit stone hallway. “Are you heading to dinner?” “Yeah, are you there?”

Xaden steps in front of you from a shadowed alcove off the hall. You have to lean your head almost all the way back to see his face. He’s so gods damn tall and you love it. “Hey beautiful.” The corners of his full lips turning up, brushing lose hair behind your ear. Caressing your cheek, moving to hold your chin with his thumb and forefinger.

You smile up at him, fluttering your eyelashes. And out of nowhere you both burst out into a fit of laughter. You love Xaden’s laugh, it’s loud and untethered. Like he doesn’t have a care in the world for a moment. Grabbing on to each other for balance as you wipe at your eyes, calming down. Xaden pulls you into him kissing the crown of your head.

You start walking down the rest of the hall toward the dinning hall. You break the comfortable silence between you, “I had a good day today, thank you.” You feel Xaden stiffen next to you. “Why are you thanking me?”

“Because, you and Tairn, and Sgaeyl made today fun. I liked that all four of us were talking. It made me happy.” Outside of the large doors Xaden stops. You don’t notice until you were two steps ahead that he wasn’t with you.

Looking back at him, his face set in contemplation. You open your mouth to ask him what’s wrong when he says, “That makes me happy. All I want is for you to be happy. And I’m glad I could give you that today.” You close the distance between you, wrapping your arms around his middle and burying your head in his chest.

Xaden wraps an arm around your shoulder bringing his other hand up to cradle the back of your head, stroking your hair. You stay like that for a few more moments until footsteps and a scoff interrupt. You both look to the source of negativity and see Dain. “Get a room.” Disgust at your affection is clear in his voice. He walks in the dinning hall as you and Xaden look at each other and laugh.

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

#fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #xaden fourth wing x reader #xaden fourth wing #xaden riorson #xaden riorson x reader #xaden x reader #Xaden x you #Xaden riorson fourth wing

[m4tthewsgf]

Moonlight (prologue)

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x y/n

A story where a boy who is terrified of love lays his eyes on a girl who's determined to save everyone else, but herself.

pt1, pt2

Warnings: slight cursing and mention of blood

Author's note: it's been a while since I've written something so this is actually quite exciting. this prologue is detrimental to the story, so pls do not skip it!!!!

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“John, come on! We're gonna miss it!” I tugged on my older brother's hand with anticipation. Even though my 16 year old body held just as much strength, it was still enough to make him stumble.

“Okay Little Bear, just give me a second, m’kay?” he looked down at me with a soft smile.

“Okay, but hurry! This only happens-”

“Every 20 years, I know” he chuckled and I scoffed. Obviously he knew, he was the one who told me that.

“Just let me grab my telescope and we'll be ready to go,” John reassured me while I impatiently strolled through our small living room.

It had been 3 years since dad left us to live with his new family and things were tough. Mom has been a wreck and started drinking consistently ever since the day he left, John has been working two jobs since my mother was jobless and I have been taking care of her and the house, as well as going to school everyday and trying to keep my grades as high as possible. I taught myself how to cook and clean. I made sure my mom and brother had something to eat, even if it was just a sandwich. I had to take care of them as much as I could. Especially my mom. She was heartbroken and I couldn’t bear seeing her like that. Even though she didn’t like me, for some reason I never got to understand, I couldn’t just let her rot. She may did not care about me, but I couldn’t not care about her. She was my mom, afterall.

I quickly glanced over at the black couch where she laid. A small smile appeared on my lips as I observed her state; the way she looked so calm and relaxed in her sleep, probably the calmest I've seen her in a while, the way she hugged that bottle of whiskey like her life depended on it. She hugged it as if it was her child; with so much protection and guardiance. My smile faded. The more I looked at the way she clinged onto that damn bottle, the more I felt like crying. I dozed off. I hadn't felt my mother's embrace in years. I was kind of getting jealous of that bottle. Why did that liquid that tasted just like poison matter more than I ever did to her? Why is it so important to her? How does one become a liquid? Maybe if I was one, she would then need me. She would then see me. She would then love me.

“Ready?” my brother thankfully interrupted my troubling thoughts. He placed a hand on my shoulder, making me jump a little at the sudden touch, and a concerned look creeped into his face once he saw my teary eyes.

“Hey, what's wrong?” he worried.

“I'm okay, J, just dozed off for too long. Let's go!” I faked a smile and finally dragged him out of the much suffocating house that did not feel at home.

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Long Island was truly beautiful at night. From the hill we were at, the Montauk Lighthouse could be seen, as its bright light lit up the dark, scary sea. But that didn't matter at the time. I could visit the lighthouse whenever I wanted to, whereas I couldn't see the Jupiter and Saturn conjunction again for another 20 years minimum.

I laid my soft, warm blanket on top of the freshly wet grass and sat on it with anticipation and excitement while I watched my brother put together the telescope. Once he did and tested it, he motioned me to walk over him which I did instantly.

“You should be able to see them here…” he trailed off as he adjusted the scope for me a couple of times before letting go.

“Can you? Can you see them?” John asked me.

“Wait, no. Let me just- Oh my god, I see them!”

“Really? Let me see, move!” he practically shoved me into the ground out of excitement, throwing me into a couple of rocks that ended up scratching my knee deeply.

“Ouch!” I hissed and quickly brought my injured leg towards my chest.

“Holy shit I can actually- shit, y/n/n” my brother turned his attention to me when he heard my screech, his enthusiasm long gone once he was met with a bloody knee of mine.

“Fuck, sorry kid, I didn't mean to hurt you” he quickly apologised and whipped the red liquid with his shirt.

“I have some stuff in the car, Imma go bring them real fast” he announced, but I stopped him before he could get up from the ground.

“J, it's okay. It's just a scratch” I groaned.

“Y/n, this is not just a scratch, it's deep. It will probably scar, I have to disinfect it” he argued, but I didn't care.

“You'll disinfect it later. Now, sit your ass down and enjoy this moment with your sister” I playfully slapped his shoulder and chuckled. I was in pain, but I just didn't pay any attention to it. That moment, at that hill, with that exact night sky was all I could pay attention to. These, and the person who was sitting right next to me.

“Oh look, there’s Aquila!” I excitedly told him and pointed at the constellation.

“You remember,” he chuckled after nodding his head.

“Of course I do, it’s your favourite,” I rolled my eyes at him. How could he even think I had forgotten?

“Do you know why it’s my favourite?” he challenged me and I smirked.

“Because it’s an eagle. Eagle is your favourite animal” I smiled, pleased.

“Damn, you really do listen,” he laughed and patted my head. I huffed with fake annoyance and turned my head to admire the rest of the stars, trying to find the rest of the constellations I was reading about. Silence took over us, until I decided to speak again.

“I love it when we do this” I smiled at him and he looked over at me.

“I love it too, kiddo. Sorry about your knee” he apologised once again and I shook my head.

“Well, if I'm being honest, I think some ice cream would totally make it better,” I joked and batted my lashes at him playfully.

“Oh I bet it would,” he scoffed but still laughed at my tactics.

I truly did love this. Everything about it. I loved how the autumny slight cold breeze grazed my skin, how the brown, dried out leaves cracked when I stepped on them, how I could finally drink hot beverages and wear my knitted sweaters. I loved how the stars that aligned on the eternal darkness that made up the night sky reminded me of my insignificance, of how nothing actually matters in this world. I loved how I could feel my brother's warmth and kindness only when it was just the two of us, doing the things we both loved and were passionate about.

But at the same time, the same way the night’s bright ornaments reminded me of my insignificance, they also made me actually remember it. Yes, nothing mattered, but so did I. I didn't matter. I didn't know if I could be someone who mattered. Maybe if I was someone or something else, I would matter. Perhaps an injured dog or cat who’s looking for a home, the president's wife, a bottle of whiskey…

That goddamn bottle of whiskey.

“Do you think if I was a bottle of whiskey, mom would need me?” I whispered almost inaudibly under my breath. I didn't know why I said that out loud, but I did, and I hoped that John didn't hear. However, when I heard him sigh deeply, I knew that he did and I mentally cursed myself.

“I know that mom’s approval is something you crave. And I know it hurts you a lot because you're not getting it,” he looked into my eyes, “But I also want you to know that you are enough just the way you are. I love you just the way you are and you matter a lot to me, just the way you are. Whenever you feel like you're insignificant, just remember this moment right here,” he pointed towards the ground, “See the moon?” he asked me. I nodded.

“As long as this bright, floating ball shines, you're not alone. As long as the moonlight shines, you're not unseen or unknown. You are just as important as the moonlight and as long as you shine, you'll never not be enough” John concluded with a loving smile and a soft voice. His eyes scammed all over my face trying to examine my features for any signs of self doubt that he wasn't able to erase from my internal conflict, but he was unable to find any.

Not because there wasn't any left, but because I knew how to mask it.

I flashed him a grateful smile. If I didn't have him, I wouldn't be able to survive. He was my rock. He was the person who showed me how love actually felt like, and I couldn't be more thankful for him. As long as I had him, everything would be okay.

“I love you, John” I muttered and engulfed my big brother into my arms. He responded quickly by wrapping his own around my clothed back.

“I love you more, Little Bear” he whispered against my hair and planted a kiss on the top of my head.

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[janaispunk]

just think of the fun things we could do

a little extra from the dress series universe, takes place before the main series

paring: Dave York x f!reader

a/n: The plot brain isn’t braining, but the horny brain certainly is. I wrote this on my phone in one night and read it over once, don’t judge it too hard.

word count: ~1.2k

summary: “That wasn’t a good girl thing to do though. Sending me that fucking picture when you know damn well where I am right now.” “I’m sorry, sir,” you whisper and hear him scoff. “No, you’re not.”

warnings/tags: explicit smut (18+ only!), able-bodied reader, phone sex, praise kink, degradation kink, sir kink, masturbation (m & f), dirty talk, Dave being a menace as usual, dom/sub dynamics, idiots in love, a tiny bit of fluff

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Desperate, are we?

Your phone lights up on the bedside table beside you, illuminating your dark bedroom. You grab for it quicker than you’d like to admit, your eyes squinting to adjust to the harsh glow of the display.

You had been trying to go to sleep, trying to accept that he wasn’t going to reply to the photo that you had sent him earlier. The photo of your own reflection in your bedroom mirror, wearing nothing but the lingerie that you had bought today while picturing him tearing it off your body.

You had debated if you could to send it to him, but had ultimately decided that Dave wasn’t someone who left his phone lying around and that it should be safe. He had never said that you weren’t allowed to text him, even though he was usually the one to initiate contact first.

When he didn’t reply, you reasoned with yourself that he was probably just busy, that it wasn’t a rejection. But you missed him, you had been missing him since he kissed you goodbye the day before and left your apartment to return to his real life. You wished that you didn’t, that you couldn’t still feel the whisper of his rough touch on your hips, where bruises were forming now, and the press of his lips against yours before he muttered “be good” and pulled your apartment door closed behind him.

But you do miss him and you can still feel him, which had you tossing and turning in your bed and checking your phone far too often, as if you’d somehow missed a notification.

Until now. You stare at the tiny letters on your screen, already biting your lip in nervous anticipation, when another text comes through.

Are you still up?

You hastily type back a Yes, not sure what to expect, when your phone starts ringing in your hand. “Hey,” you breathe, after quickly accepting the call.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

The sound of his deep voice, even through the phone’s speaker, fills you with want immediately.

“Did you touch yourself?”

He skips all pleasantries, his tone stern and in control, just how you know him. Just how you like him.

“No, I was- I was waiting for you.”

“Good girl,” he coos and the rumble of his voice goes straight to your pussy, already aching for him. “That wasn’t a good girl thing to do though. Sending me that fucking picture when you know damn well where I am right now.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whisper and hear him scoff.

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not,” you admit and his responding chuckle makes you smile.

“So what did you want, huh? I fucked you all weekend and that insatiable pussy still can’t get enough?” The tone in his voice makes you shudder; this is more than you had hoped for when sending him that photo. Your fingertips slide under your sleep shirt on their own accord and you stay silent for a moment too long. Dave clicks his tongue impatiently.

“I expect an answer when I’m talking to you. It’s been one day and you’ve already forgotten all your manners, it seems like.”

You take a deep, shuddering breath. Two minutes of talking to him and you already feel like you’re melting.

“I wanted to show you. I-I bought this today, thinking about you. Just wanted you to see.”

Dave groans softly and you feel yourself clenching around nothing at the sound. “You did? Looking like a good little slut, and all just for me, isn’t that right doll?”

“Yes, sir,” you breathe and he clicks his tongue again. “Say it.”

You simultaneously love and hate when he does this and you squirm the way you always do, but the will to please him wins out, the way it always does. Your quiet “I wanted to look like a slut for you,” makes him chuckle again and you feel the heat of embarrassment creep up your cheeks.

“I know you did. The next time I see you, you’re gonna wear that while I fuck that greedy pussy until you can’t walk right for days, how’s that sound? Maybe then you’ll be satisfied.” You rub your thighs together at his words, smearing the wetness between your legs across your skin and a whine slips from your throat.

“Please,” you whimper. You fingers are edging closer to where you’re dripping, desperate for just a small touch, “Sir, can I please…”

You can hear Dave’s grin through the speaker. “You want to play with yourself? Want to come?”

You hear the rustling of sheets on his side as you breathe out a “Yes, please sir”, desperate for his permission.

It’s silent for a moment like he’s contemplating. “Okay, fine. One finger, nice and slow, sweetheart.” You whine again, your pointer finger dipping down between your folds, swirling through the slick there and moving up to your clit to circle it slowly.

You’re already so worked up that the simple touch makes you gasp, which earns you another groan from Dave. “Always so fucking wet,” he growls, “so eager for everything I give you, so fucking easy… Fuck yourself with it, go on.”

You obediently thrust your finger inside of your slick heat, but it’s not enough, not when you’re used to the way he’s touching you. “I need more, please,” you plead with him, noting how wrecked you already sound.

“Two then, but that’s enough you greedy little thing. You come like this or not at all, are we clear?” he tells you sternly.

You try to replicate the way Dave fingers you, the rough touch of his thick fingers, the way he fills you up. You curl your fingers, but you can’t reach those spots so deep inside of you the way he does, another desperate whine escaping you.

You’re so close but can’t get all the way there, when his own breaths grow louder, mixed with deep groans, and the thought that he’s touching himself to the sounds that you’re making, has probably been doing that the entire time, is enough to finally bring you to the edge.

“Can I come, please sir?” you pant, your thumb rubbing over your clit in quick circles, imagining his more calloused fingertips.

He leaves you dangling for a few more seconds before he roughly commands, “Come for me. Right now.”

You let go, a loud moan filling your dark bedroom as your walls spasm around empty air, more wetness seeping out of you and your body shuddering as you come down from your high.

Judging from his panting breaths, he came right along with you and you’re hit with another wave of longing for him, to be close to him. You roll over onto your side, still holding your phone close to you as you both listen to each other’s breathing slowly evening out.

“I liked this,” you smile and he hums in agreement. You resist the sudden urge to tell him that you miss him, that you want to feel his arms around you and his breath on your neck as you fall asleep. “Good night, Dave,” you mutter instead.

“Good night, sweetheart,” his voice sounds through the speaker. You almost miss the way he quietly adds, “You look beautiful,” and you half assume that you’ve misheard him, but he ends the call before you can ask.

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[galaxycunt]

I Dream Of You

The Punk Buggy fic 😎 just for u my friends @gayafsatan @gingernut1314 @hey-august @rorywritesjunk @operationroots

Modern AU kinda

Let us all think back on the time of hooking up at a show with sticky floors and your ears left ringing for a few days after.

You wouldn’t admit it to a single soul, but you had a crush on Buggy. He was the kind of guy you couldn’t miss in a crowd, you weren’t sure if you’d even recognize him without his clown get up. Sometimes he’d even dress like a pirate, he was a funny guy. Buggy the Clown.

He’d never notice you though, people gravitate towards a guy like that, not someone like you. So tonight, you watched him like always. At point in the night he lost the big red clown nose he always wore, currently on his hands and knees looking for the damn thing while one of his friends held up their phone for a light.

You saw it though, you could be the hero. Before the woman next to you could step on the nose, or your hands, you grabbed it. You felt a cold sweat, you had your chance. Did he know you? You knew the band that opened, surely that wasn’t too weird to bring up?

“Hey! Buggy!”

He flashed a smile, prancing over to you, “holy shit. Thanks!”

“I’m uh,” you were more flustered than you realized.

“What?”

You repeated your name, shouting into his ear. He nodded with a smile, motioning you for a drink. You second guessed the way you nodded as you two navigated your way to the kitchen.

“Let’s go outside,” he said.

This was so fast, you almost couldn’t believe it.

“I’ve seen you around, you live here?”

“Nah, my friend does. They’re the opener.”

“Oh shit! That’s cool!”

You nodded, thinking of the best thing to say as he smoked and drank.

“I know you, Buggy. I really dig the costume.”

“It’s my uniform.”

“Oh is it? That’s so cool, man.”

He laughed, “yeah I can make balloon animals. I juggle too.”

“That’s so fucking cool! Wait, like anything? Can you juggle, uh, sticks?”

He laughed, picking up three random sticks in the yard to juggle. A few people turned to watch, but he only focused on you if not the sticks in the air.

You applauded, “see that’s why clowns are hot.”

He cocked his head, “what’d you say?”

You blushed, “clowns are fun. I never got the whole they’re scary thing. They’re funny.”

He only smiled, letting a comfortable silence fall as you listened to the band from outside. You wracked your brains for conversation starters, you didn’t think you’d get this far.

“Would you like another beer?”

“Yes, please.”

“Stay put.”

You locked eyes with a friend, nodding in approval. This was so embarrassing, everyone was gonna know by the end of the night. You looked at your friend again.

“Fuck him,” they mouthed.

Did he wanna fuck you? Should you try?

“For you,” he bowed, holding out a can.

“Thanks.”

“Least I can do, you saved my nose.”

“Where’s Richie?”

He had a small cat on a leash sometimes, the only other time you’ve talked to Buggy was to pet his cat.

“He’s getting old, left him at home for some peace.”

“Aw, I love that little cat. He’s so good.”

“Well maybe you can come over, meet him.”

“I-I’d love that.”

Buggy stared at you a beat before speaking, “can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

Why he wanted to do that, you’ll find out later. Right now, all your brain focused on was his lips on yours.

“So why are clowns hot?”

You flushed, “o-oh. My god, uh. It’s kinda like a mask but not? I can get all messy when we make out?”

He raised his eyebrows, “interesting. I like it.”

You tried to shrug nonchalantly, “yeah, man. I like what I like.”

“You’re cute, you know that?”

You smiled so brightly at him, he seemed to love it.

“Come on, you say this is your friend’s house?”

“Yeah.”

He smiled, “so they won’t mind if we discussed this more inside?”

Your heart skipped a beat as he led you towards the upstairs bathroom. He rubbed your back, your hand flew to your cheeks to cover the burning you figured was too obvious at this point.

Before you could say a word, he pushed you against the door, teeth grazing your lips and your ears. Instinctively, you spread your legs, arms holding you steady on his shoulders.

“Do the gloves make it hotter or do you want it off?”

You thought about it, “off. The nose too.”

He laughed into your kiss, squeezing your thighs before he fumbled around with your jeans. You could barely think, you hoped the music was loud enough, the line outside not forming too long.

Would it be too cheesy to say anything? Your hands dropped to roam under his shirt, the cool metal of his piercings under your warm skin sent a hiss escaping his mouth. Your glided your palms against him again, he bit your lip in thanks.

Buggy shoved your pants down, dipping a finger inside you. You couldn’t stay as quiet as you wanted to, bucking your hips into his hand as he fingered you.

“Fuck me, buggy. Oh shit.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please, oh fuck. Please.”

You watched yourself in the bathroom mirror getting fucked, Buggy was only focused on your pleasure. You only had a few moments before someone would really know what you two were up to in here, he thrusted faster and faster.

“Fuck anyone outside, let them fucking hear it.”

You moaned hoarsely as you came around his cock. Buggy mumbling in your ear as his thrust became erratic.

“Fuck, I always wanted to fuck you. Fucking shit.”

You let him fill you up, he didn’t pull out as he caught his breath. He splashed his face with water, looking at the two of you in the mirror.

“Picasso.”

“Shut up, jerk,” you smiled.

You cleaned up the best you could, with Buggy stealing kisses the entire time.

You pretended you were in there puking, looking sick as he slung his arm around you. You were really dehydrated, you wanted to sleep.

“Lemme take you home, go see Richie.”

You nodded, “yeah.”

Buggy smiled at himself before speaking, “make you honk like a real clown.”

To him, the shove you gave him was worth it.”

#one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x you

[mayuichi]

“... I didn't meant what I said.„

Saigiku Jouno x Reader Warning: unhealthy relationship behaviors (sorry I can't see Jouno be capable to have a healthy relationship with anybody)

Note : I skipped yesterday in my everyday fic because of some sickness, so I have to post twice today woohoo! I really hope I'll feel better soon ughhh

Art from the anime.

Despite the blanket covering your lap, you keep shivering from the cool air. Autumn slowly letting place to winter, December becoming colder day by day. It was one of the snowy days today. Those days you would love to spend home with your boyfriend.

Speaking of which, it was getting late, night already settled down. Yet he still isn't home. It isn't even surprising, he is part of the Hunting Dogs after all. You're used for him to get home extremely late, if just not coming home at all.

Sitting on the sofa, looking at some stupid TV show to pass the time, you're reading a book at the same time. You just want some background noises to not suffocate from the silence. You work too, of course, but your shift finishes at 5pm. It's already been two hours you're trying to kill time.

You have been waiting long enough, you're pretty sure he won't come home anytime soon. Placing down your book and turning the TV off, you make your way to the kitchen. Once again, you'd make food only for yourself. How long has it been since your last meal together ? A bit too long.

Picking each ingredient carefully, you start making yourself dinner, every so often glancing toward the window in case you'd see him come home. While waiting for the cooking to be over, checking from time to time in the oven, you pick your phone.

“I'll lock the front door. Be careful to not wake me up when you'll come home, if you even do. I have to wake up early tomorrow.„

You're pretty sure he won't even read it now. There has always been some ups and downs in between you, but it's been a while since the last good time. You couldn't help but doubt his words again. You sigh, feeling helpless.

Eating alone, you use once more the TV as only company. Does he love me? You question your own mind, knowing damn well it'll only hurt you further. But those questions keep repeating themselves in your mind until the next day.

Even throuhough your shift. You're tensed, so anxious it needs to end. He hasn't answered your last text, and didn't even went home.

Walking home, your head low, you don't want to see anyone. Holding the end of your scarf, you hurry back home. The cold air reddening your nose and ears, your fingers taking a blue tint. You even struggle to open your door, your hands shaking.

Rapidly closing the door behind you, you rub your hands against one another, yearning for some warmth. Without undoing your scarf or jacket, you make your way to the kitchen to make yourself a hot chocolate, only to see a tall figure waiting against the cupboard.

He is facing you, his arms crossed as a smirk adorned his face. “I can feel that you missed me, didn't you ?„ he hums. It isn't truly a question, he already knows the answer. Yet you don't plan on giving him one.

He raises an eyebrow when he hears your steps leaving to the bedroom, where you take off your scarf, jacket and shoes. He follows you close. “Aren't you planning on answering me ? Is it too much to ask to your little self?„

His smirk widens when he feels your heartbeat increase. He absolutely loves the way he can play your emotions like an instrument. So easy to read, and to control. “If you can't even utter a word, then what's the purpose of my presence. I thought you'd jump in my arms. Or perhaps... You don't truly love me ?„

He steps closer and closer, until his slender figure is hovering you, almost pinning you against the wall. Fluttering your eyes shut, anxiety rising in your body, your voice almost breaking as you speak. “I.. should be the one asking you that..„

He huffs in response, unsure of what you are trying to tell him. He brings his fingers under your chin. “Go ahead, word your thoughts then. I am all ears, darling.„

Your breath itchs in your throat. Feeling his soft yet hot breath against your nose, you muttered in a shy voice. “... I know your work asks you a lot of your time but.. You don't even text me...„

You see his expression not faltering even in the slightless. Instead, he just pulls away, sighing in disappointment. “Are you that needy ? Greedy for attention ? You should've known better when you desired to be with me. If you can't keep up, then I might just leave.„

His words sink in your mind. You turn your head away, barely capable to answer. “... I understand...„ it took you all your might to not let your voice break, but he knows better. He knows deep down you're dying from his words.

And even if he feels regret, speaking and admitting them out loud is another thing. He watches as you make your way to the living room, where you snuggle under the blanket and turn the TV on. He has always been cruel, but never going to that extend. Never expressing anything about leaving.

What if he truly does ? Would it make him feel better ? But you, in all that ? Does he think about how you feel ? You endured all his words, and his sadist behavior all the time, for only little to no comforting moment. You just have to handle it. Yet you are at your breaking point.

Drowning your sorrow and pain in that stupid show. It's all you can do if you don't want your mind to make you suffocate. The night quickly arrives, and with that, the cold breeze from the open window too.

Too absorbed into forgetting your aching heart, you don't hear the footsteps making their way to close the window. “Darling,„ his tone surprisingly sweet. “Here. I wouldn't want you to freeze.„

He places a hot chocolate in front of you on the coffee table, sitting down next to you. He doesn't try to touch you in any way though, surely knowing it isn't the time for it. You stare at the gentle treat he gives you.

You hesitantly reach for the cup, feeling its warmth spreading through your hands. You see him pick the TV remote to lower the volume. He lets out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

“... Why do you act so kind suddenly ?„ you breath out, quietly blowing on the hot chocolate before taking a sip. You can hear him gulp. Perhaps he feels remorse now..

“... I didn't meant what I said.„ it's so hard for him to admit he's wrong. It makes you giggle, and you don't hide it, which makes him have a faint blush. He clears his throat, “... Don't laugh like that. It isn't fun.„

“Yet it would've been if I were the one to apologise.„ you sigh, keeping your eyes on that sweet drink he made you. He leans over you, his head almost resting on your shoulder.

“... I promise to make an effort, but please, don't leave yet. I want you to stay. It's better with you.„ it's the first time he shows himself being vulnerable. Yet, everyone has insecurities and weak side, right ? But he doesn't want anyone to see it. You're the only exception.

“If you don't push me to leave again, then... I won't. I love you also for your harsh words, but.. Just, don't make me feel like I'm a burden.„

He presses a gentle kiss on your cheek. You hope he'll change his behavior, but you can't be sure he will. You just allow yourself to doubt. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, rubbing it in a comforting gesture.

“You can't be a burden. You make me have another purpose than just serve for justice. You make me feel alive.„

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[and-claudia]

Against All Odds pt.4 (Joel Miller x fem! reader)

Time skip

WARNINGS: ANGST!!!!!! Mentions of abortions, arguing

General Warnings for later on: The main story will have an age gap between Joel and the reader (Reader will be 25 once we get to the main storyline), this will also be your warning that it will eventually be an x pregnant reader (if that's not your jam, I'm sorry) there is also going to be more graphic/trigger parts later on so please always to be sure to read the warnings BEFORE reading. This story will also be 18+ and TO BE ON THE TAGLIST YOU CAN NOT BE AN AGELESS BLOG (i do actually check that) also there first hand full of parts are all prologue so Joel won't actually be in it for a bit

Wordcount: 4200+ (I am so sorry it's so long)

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It’s crazy how three years of being happy and in love can come shattering to the ground with a two-word sentence. 

“I’m pregnant.” The words seemed to be echoing in the small living room of my and Joel’s apartment. 

He stood there. His expression was unreadable. I was debating on if I should repeat myself or just wait it out. I chose the latter. It felt like time had slowed as I stared back at him waiting anxiously. At this point, I would be happy if he would even just yell at me to get out. Anything seemed better than this deafening silence I was being forced to endure. 

A heavy sigh. 

Okay, good. We’re getting somewhere. 

Then he turned and began pacing, running his fingers up through his hair, then wiping his hands down his face as he tried to process what I had said. I stayed quiet. 

“How? How did this even happen? We’re always so careful.” He said. 

“I mean not every time. Ther-” 

“No. I’ve been careful. I know damn well I have been. Maybe you haven’t.” He cut me off with his suggestion. 

“I know you’re not implying that I’ve cheated on you, Joel.” I said, clearly hurt, “There have been plenty of times where we weren’t. I mean hell if I had to guess this probably happened on my birthday. We definitely were not careful then. So don’t you dare try to accuse me of cheating.” 

I felt a wave of relief when he stepped forward and pulled me to him. I hadn’t realized that tears had begun falling from my eyes until I could see them staining his shirt. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry, ‘m just shocked. It’s okay. Don’t worry, we’ll get it taken care of.”

His words made me pull back but not completely out of his arms, “What do you mean?” 

“We can get you an abortion pill, I know they still have those. We’ll get one and take care of this.” He explained. 

“No…” I shook my head, “I don’t want to do that Joel… I mean I know this wasn’t planned but I’m honestly kinda excited about having our own little family.” I admitted. 

“Sweetheart… I just, I can’t do this again. It’s been so long since I’ve been around small kids, let alone a baby. Shit, it’s been 30 years since I’ve held a baby probably, longer than you’ve been alive.” 

That made me step away from him. At first, I thought he meant he couldn’t do this again because of what happened to his daughter. I wouldn’t blame him for that at all. He hadn’t talked about her again in the three years we’d been together, not unless he was waking up from a nightmare. 

“So you don’t want this baby because you don’t want to have to start over again?” I asked, disgusted for even thinking that was going to be his reasoning. 

“I mean it’s just been so long since I’ve done this.” 

“Okay, so? I’ve never done this, hell, Joel, I’ve never even actually held a baby! I am 25 years old and I’ve never held a baby let alone raised one! I was also the youngest in my family so I know literally nothing about raising a kid. That doesn’t mean that I don’t want this baby any less.” 

He reverted to silence once again. I couldn’t take it. I needed to get out of here. 

“You know what? It’s Wednesday, I was supposed to go to the market earlier… I am going to go now. Do whatever the fuck you want to here. Pack your shit, hell pack my shit, kick me out. I don’t care.” I said, walking over to the kitchen counter to grab my bag and the money we set aside for food at the market. 

“Take your gun.” He called to me. 

“I am.” I snapped as I grabbed it and tucked it into the top of my jeans before letting my shirt cover it. 

When I got to the market there weren’t that many people there thank goodness. I went over to the vendor that always has potatoes and was surprised to see that he still had most of his produce there considering it was pretty late in the day.

“Not selling this week?” I asked as I walked up. 

“Nope. Not at this price.” He said, clearly not happy. 

“I’m sorry. Give it a week though, they will be coming back next week when they realize how much they need them.” I tried to reassure him. 

“Let’s hope. Here is your bag.” He said, reaching down to grab the bag he stashed for Joel and me. 

We’ve helped him out with various things and this was how he paid us for it. I finished getting a few other things but took my time heading back to the apartment. When I got there, Joel was passed out on the couch. When I went to set my stuff down on the table I wasn’t too surprised to find the decanter of homemade moonshine half empty again, nor was it a shocker that there was a baggie with a couple of pills left in it. I just sighed and grabbed them both to put them away. When I came and saw what else was left out I was a little confused. Joel had gotten the maps out of their hiding place in the floor. I decided it wasn’t worth my time asking about now, not that I’d be able to wake him up anyways. Ever since his brother went radio silence on him he’s been a wreck. Instead, I put away the food I had gotten at the market and decided to just go to bed. 

The next morning when I woke up I heard two voices and I didn’t even have to guess who it was. I knew it was Tess. I quietly made my way over to the closed door, careful not to make my presence known just yet, and listened. 

“Trucks no good without the battery. And if I don’t get to Tommy soon, he’ll die out there.” I heard Joel say. 

What? Joel hadn’t mentioned anything about going to find Tommy. I continued to listen. From what I gathered this had been in the works for at least a little bit. They had a battery lined up for them but got screwed over. 

“We’ll get our money back and get the battery.” I heard Tess say to him. 

I finally opened the door making them turn their attention to the sound. They both froze when they saw me. 

“You’re leaving, together?” I asked. 

“Shit.” He mumbled. 

I turned around and slammed the door. I was beyond hurt. He wasn’t even going to tell me. I needed to clear my head, so I quickly got dressed then went over to the window before climbing out onto the fire escape. 

I wasn’t sure how long it had been but I continued to sit out there cross-legged. No tears fell, I didn’t have the energy for that, I just simply sat there thinking. Eventually, I heard the window slide open behind me but made no attempt to look at him. 

"Yn, come inside. You know it's not safe on that thing." He said gently. 

"Oh. So suddenly he cares." I said bitterly, “Thought you would have already left by now.” 

"Yn, I've always cared about you, always will." He said. 

"Bullshit." 

He sighed. I could hear him getting up and sitting back down on the windowsill. He didn't say a word after that. We stayed in silence for a few minutes before I spoke up again. 

"I thought my age didn't mean anything to you. I thought it never mattered that I was only 25." I said. 

"It doesn't." He said. 

"You're such a fucking liar, Joel... you told me that you couldn't do this again. That it had been over 30 years since you held a baby since you've raised a newborn. 30 years, longer than I've even been alive. Clearly, subconsciously my age has been an issue for you." I said finally turning to see him hanging his head down. 

He didn't speak up again. 

“We’re you going to tell me?” I asked referring to his plan to go find Tommy. 

“I was.” 

“When?” 

“Last night, but then you blindsided me with-” 

“I did not blindside you. I wasn’t expecting this either… so does this mean we’re done?” 

“I don’t know, like I said I can’t do this again. I think we just need to sit down and have a serious conversation about it all. Maybe this trip will give us both the time to think everything through and we can talk about it when I get back.” He suggested. 

“When you get back?... I’m goin' with y’all.” 

“Yn, no, you can’t.” 

“Why?” 

“You’re pregnant, you don’t need to be traveling all the way to Wyoming.” He tried to sound reasonable. 

“What do you care? You don’t even want the baby. Now move, I need to pack.” I said, standing up. 

He knew it was no use arguing with me once I made my mind up it was made and I was going to stick to it. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t pissed that I was going. 

I grabbed my bag and threw in what I would need before tossing my gun in on top. Joel had already left the room and was getting the rest of the supplies together out in the living room. Lucky for Tess, we usually left the QZ from mine and Joel's apartment so she had stashes of supplies with ours so she was able to pack hers as well. Once we were packed we devised a plan. Well, they did. I didn’t know the details and Joel was being petty not telling me them and Tess was following along. All I knew was that we’d go into the old subway tunnels to come up through the bottom of the building where their guy that had their money and truck battery should be. 

“Alright, come on, kid.” Tess said, slinging her bag over her shoulder. 

“I’m not a fucking kid.” I snapped. 

“Damn, someone is not happy today.” She said, walking out the door. 

I grabbed Joel by the sleeve of his denim shirt to get him to hang back for a second. 

“Have you told her yet?” 

“No.” 

“Good. Don’t.” I said. 

“Hate to break it to you but she’ll find out eventually. Can’t hide it forever, sweetheart.” He shot back. 

“I know. And when I am ready to tell her about my baby, I will.” I said before letting go of his arm and following Tess out. 

The walk to the access point of the abandoned subway tunnels was quiet. When we finally made it to the building, the doors had been re-chained and locked once again. That had never deterred us before, it definitely wouldn’t do it today. Joel cut the chain and we were in. We took a second to get our guns and flashlights out. I had never liked going through the tunnels before, they were dark and damp and smelt like mildew. I wasn’t entirely sure if the smell had actually gotten worse since I had been down there or if maybe it was because I was pregnant but it was almost making me gag. 

And the deeper we got, the worse it smelt. I was half tempted to just turn back around. But I had a point to prove, I wouldn’t give Joel the satisfaction of leaving me here. When I heard Tess say she found the way out I was relieved. Once we got through the door I stopped in the small entry area as Tess went on ahead. 

“Joel, can you grab my water for me, I feel like I am going to puke?” I asked, trying to keep myself from puking, the air in here wasn’t nearly as bad. 

“I told you, you shouldn’t go with us.” He said but still stepped over to grab the canteen from my bag. 

Before he got a chance to grab it though we heard Tess yell. That caused both of us to spring into action and follow where she had gone, guns ready. When we made it around the corner we saw no immediate threats, but as my eyes scanned I saw why she had yelled. 

Fused to the wall was, what used to be, a person. Their body was completely taken over by the fungus. 

“It’s dead.” 

“No shit, Joel.” I said back. 

“I know, I just wasn’t really expecting it.” 

“Was he not here last time?” I asked and she shook her head. 

“You think he came down here after he was infected?” Tess asked. 

Joel was quick to respond with, “Maybe down here is where he was infected.” 

“I’m sure we’re fine…” I said trying not to dwell on that idea too much. 

“Yeah, let's just keep moving.” Tess said, turning and leading the way once again. 

We finally made it to a sketchy-looking ladder. Tess went first, then me, and lastly Joel. As we climbed Joel made a comment about the construction of the building itself, something about it getting updated in the 80s or something. Despite the fact I didn’t always know what he was talking about when it came to construction, I always loved hearing and learning about his old interests. Tess cracked a joke teasing him about his construction-nerd comment, which made me smile slightly. We climbed a little bit higher before Tess got off the ladder. 

It was a small landing with only a single door. 

“This should lead into the hallway.” She said as she went to push it. 

“Is it stuck? Or is something blocking it?” I asked after it didn’t budge. 

“What the fuck?” She asked, shoving it again. 

Then the smell hit me. 

“Okay, I know y’all have got to be able to smell that.” I said. 

“Yeah, it’s gunpowder.” Joel confirmed 

We all scanned the area around us for its source. Then Tess found it, seeping up from under the door was a stream and pool of blood. She shoved the door a little harder and was able to move the body that was slumped in front of it. 

When we made it through I was shocked. There were probably at least half a dozen dead people. Beside one of the men was the truck battery. I didn’t know much about cars, but I did know one that corroded wouldn’t have worked. 

As if to confirm my thought Tess spoke up from where she was squatting down beside it, “Well, the battery’s no good.” 

“Do you think he knew?” I asked. 

“Oh yeah. He knew, and he still tried selling it, twice. Greedy motherfucker.” Tess said as she stood. 

Just as she finished speaking we heard something further up the hall. Joel wasted no time, bringing his gun up and going in pursuit of the sound. I was right behind him, my own gun raised as well. 

“Stay back I got this.” He said quietly over his shoulder. 

“What if there is more than one?” 

He gave no answer and just continued down the hall. We rounded a corner and there was someone trying to help another person up off the ground. Before we got close enough to them the door to our right swung open. I stepped back in time, but Joel didn’t react quickly enough. Someone lept out of the now open door, knife in hand. Joel threw them to the ground quickly and pointed his gun at them. It was then that I realized it was a kid, couldn’t be older than 15. 

“Joel?” The lady down the hall called out. 

I turned my attention back to her and brought my gun up to aim it at her just as a precaution. 

“Marleen?” Joel asked back. 

They know each other?

The lady, now known to me as Marleen, checked on the girl who said she was fine. But then she went to grab the knife she had lost after getting thrown to the ground by Joel, but he quickly stepped on it blocking her from being able to. 

Marleen then called the girl’s name, Ellie, to get her attention. That’s when she noticed that Marleen was hurt. She had just finished reassuring her when Tess joined us. 

“So this is who Robert screwed us over with?” 

The two of them continued a small banter as my attention went back to the girl. I saw her reach for the knife again. Joel quickly turned to point his gun at her. 

“Don’t.” He warned, causing Marleen and the person she was helping to bring their own guns up to point them at him. 

“Not at her!” Marleen said firmly, as Tess and I both aimed our guns back at her and the person with her, “Point it at me.” 

I stole a glance at Ellie, her hands were raised and she looked terrified. Joel slowly took his aim off her and brought it back to Marleen. 

“No offense,” She began, “Our reason for needing that battery is much bigger than yours. Tommy is just one man…” She paused to gauge Joel’s reaction, “It’s our job to know things.” 

“To know things.” Joel repeated, “You’re the same cause that caused my brother to turn against me.” 

“Okay, Joel.” Marleen said as if they have had this conversation before. 

Marleen’s friend finally spoke up, “That was a lot of gunfire.” 

“That means FEDRA will be here soon.” I added, knowing we needed to get the hell out of here. 

“I know.” Marleen said quietly as if she were deep in thought about something. She sighed before speaking up again. 

“We were going to move Ellie out of the QZ tonight. But now we won’t make it anywhere, not for a while at least… So, now I’m thinking, you’re gonna do it.” She said. 

“What?” 

“Like hell we are.” 

“I’m not goin’ with them!” 

Me, Joel, and Ellie all spoke at the same time.

I turned to look at Tess as Joel did the same, “Tess we don’t have time this.” He said. 

“Who is she?” Tess asked, ignoring Joel. 

“For you, consider her cargo.” 

“We don’t smuggle people.” Joel said to Marleen. 

“There is a team of Fireflies waiting for her at the old State House. I know what’s out there. We were going with an entire squadron for that very reason. Now I don’t have that, and I don’t have a truck with FEDRA closing in. All have now is you. And I know what you are capable of… For better or worse.” Marleen said. 

I glanced down at Ellie as she spoke up, “What are they capable of?” 

“You don’t want to know.” I said quietly to her, shaking my head slightly. 

“You get her there safely,” Marleen continued, “and they’ll give you what you need. Not just a battery, but the whole thing. Anything you need. I swear.” 

Joel stayed silent as he looked back at Tess and me. I glanced between the two of them waiting for one of them to make a decision about what we were doing. Tess finally nodded for Joel and me to step away with her so we could discuss. 

“I don’t think I trust her.” I said once we stopped. 

“Neither do we, but she seems desperate.” Tess said. 

“A Firefly vehicle usually means stuff repurposed from FEDRA which would give us a better-than-decent chance makin’ it to Tommy. The second we hand that kid over-” Joel got cut off. 

“Y’all can talk it through but keep in mind I am bleeding out still.” Marleen called out to us. 

We waited a moment before Tess turned back to them. 

“Okay so here’s the deal. We’ll get her to the State House. But we will not hand her over until we have been given everything we want. If not, we kill her, there and then.” 

I wanted to protest that plan but before I could, Marleen said it was a deal. 

“Really? That fast?” Ellie asked. 

“I was thinking the same thing.” I mumbled to myself. 

“You are all that matters. Go grab your bag.” 

It took her a second but she got up and went back into the room to get it. When she got back I let her go ahead of me, following Tess with Joel at the rear of our small group. We walked through the rain back to the apartment. When we got there Joel handed Tess the key to unlock it. She did and held it open for Ellie, I followed behind her. Then Tess was closing the door. 

“Keep an eye on the kid, Joel and I need a second.” She said. 

“Seriously? I can help plan!” I yelled through the door. 

I could hear them discussing which route we take and Bill and Franks. With a sigh, I turned to Ellie. 

“You can go set your bag down.” I said, nodding her over to the living room.

I waited by the door for Joel to come back inside. He eventually did and went straight to the couch. 

“What’s the plan?” I asked. 

“Kill time until it’s dark, then leave.” He said matter of factly. 

“Kill time? What are we supposed to do?” 

“Figure it out.” He snapped before closing his eyes. 

“Just don’t talk to him right now, Ellie. He’s in a bad mood.” I said. 

“Clearly.” She said making me laugh a little. 

“You like card games?” I asked, grabbing our deck off the shelf.

“Yeah.” She smiled, walking over to the table where I had already sat down. 

We played for a bit before I told her I was going to take a short nap before it got dark and advised her to do the same. I went to mine and Joel’s room to lie down on the bed there. 

I wasn’t sure how long I was asleep for, but I was being woken up by Tess. 

“You comin’ or what? Get a jacket, kid. Come on.” She said. 

I quickly got up and went to grab my jacket but hesitated. I wasn’t sure how long we’d be out there. Hopefully not long but if something goes wrong and we’re away longer than we expect, I didn’t want my jacket not to fit when I start showing so instead, I grabbed one of Joel’s older ones and threw that on. When I walked out wearing it Joel gave me a weird look. 

“That mine?” 

“I couldn’t find mine, let’s just go.” I lied. 

“You’re still coming with us?” He asked. 

“Oh my gosh, yes, Joel. I am going. Deal with it.” 

And with that, I left the apartment. 

We made it out and passed the patrols. Then we made it outside of the walls, but we weren’t in the clear yet. They had patrols on the wall. Tess was leading our group, then Ellie behind her, then me, then Joel. We had just about made it when we failed, trying to sneak past a footguard taking a piss. I felt a wave of panic but then when he realized who we were and didn’t just shoot us I felt a little better. 

“Get on your knees!” He kept yelling at us. 

“Just do it.” Tess said, getting down. 

I followed her lead, no need in making this difficult. Joel and Ellie followed as well. 

“Look, you let us do this run we will split the cards with you.” Tess tried to bargain but it wasn’t working. He had us facing away from him and was about to test all of us for infection. I still hated getting this done. Tess went first as she continued to try and sweeten the deal with him. When he got behind me, Joel reached over to grab my hand to give me some comfort, knowing I hated this, but I pulled it away quickly just as the device pricked me. Then he went on to Joel, who also tried to negotiate a better deal for us to be let go, he wasn’t biting. He got to Ellie, but to everyone’s surprise, she whipped around and stabbed the guard in the leg. As Ellie stood I was quick to get to my feet to stand in front of her as the guard aimed his rifle at her. 

“Get out of my fucking way!” The guard yelled. 

“No.” I said firmly. 

By this point Joel had gotten up and was now in front of me, “We can fix this!” 

“Move.” 

It all happened so fast. One moment Joel was in front of me blocking me from the rifle, next he had tackled the guard to the ground and was beating the shit out of him. There was nothing I could do besides watch. 

“Hey, guys!” Tess yelled getting mine and Joel's attention. 

She held up the device the guard was using to test us for infection. It was lit up red. Ellie tried to argue that she wasn’t sick. I tuned out her and Tess arguing and just looked at Joel waiting for him to react. The sound of sirens broke me from my trance. 

“We need to get the fuck out of here. Now!”

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[jokingmisfit]

Tv Princess

Gabriel x reader, Platonic Dean x reader, Platonic Sam x reader

Prompt- “Give me five minutes to get over myself.”

Warnings- Forced (Fake) Marriage, Forced Kiss(?), Reality Warping

Idk man if you find something for me to warn for let me know, I’m really bad at warnings.

TV show after TV show. Sam, Dean, and I “acted” out the scenes. It was Sam’s idea to play along but at this point I was getting tired.

Dean delivers another cheesy line, and the world shifts, or rather glitches, around us. This time it seemed a bit too different. Where is Sam and Dean?

I walked a bit through the room. I noticed my shirt and pants are now a dress. My outfit fits the room's aesthetic. Or perhaps, maybe it’s more of the era?

Red and gold accents around a room that’s lit only by the many windows. It looks like one of those crappy dramas based around old day royalty.

I see a mirror and decide that if I am going to be here alone I might as well make sure I still look good. Ribbons in now tangled hair and white fabric create a perfect dress. Though, I thought white wasn’t a common color. That is when it hit me.

I’m in a wedding dress.

A knock on the door pulls me from staring at myself. I look over to see a girl dressed a lot like a maid.

“Princess, it’s time.”

My heart stops for just a second. This lady really just called me princess. Dear God, help me…

“Yes. Yes, of course. Just give me five minutes to get over myself.”

The girl stepped into the room more. She looked terrified. I felt kinda bad for her. “Princess, I know it isn’t my place, but I know you are scared of your marriage, but we don’t have time... It’s a bad idea to keep the Prince waiting.” 

This is going to happen anyways right? If I play along and get it over with it’ll be over. “You know what, you are absolutely right... Let’s go.”

She nodded enthusiastically and we made our way out of the room. We were greeted in front of two large doors by a man in an old timely suit. He didn’t make eye contact or say anything, he just held out his arm for me.

After taking his arm the guards opened the doors. I heard music starting to play as I stared down the aisle. The man all the way at the end of the way was none other than the damned trickster who did this to us. I hid my anger with a deep breath. I observed the room and people in it as we made our way to him. 

When we finally made it to the end the man who greeted me gave the trickster my hand and we all moved to a more appropriate spot. The trickster sends a smile to me. I just glare back.

He leans towards me. His smile is now leaning towards a smirk.

“You know it really is best to play along.”

I really want to punch him in the nose at this point. This better end soon. It was funnier when Sam and Dean were being hit in the “family jewels”.

~~Time Skip~~

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Please don’t make me do this. Please don’t make me do this. Please don’t make me actually do this!

The trickster grabbed my hand and pulled me in. Our lips met and I wanted to die. It was different. I imagined it to feel gross or weird, but it was soft and sweet. I could feel him smile into the kiss. This is. This. It. made me feel sick. I liked it and hated it at the same time.

He finally pulled away. I had no idea what to do or say next.

“You alright, Princess? We gotta a whole ball to attend after this…” He trailed off, then wiggled his eyebrows like a weirdo. “I mean, unless you wanna go straight to the honeymoon?”

I gave a tight smile, biting my lip. “Sorry prince charming, but I don’t roll like that. Thanks for the disturbing offer.”

He laughed… Did he actually find that funny? The trickster took my hand and led me down the aisle and to a much bigger clearing.

“Then perhaps we should just dance.” It was hard to ignore the actual charm he had. I let out a small sigh as he pulled me into a waltz.

You know. Now that I think about it…“What’s your name?”

He stopped for a second. He seemed genuinely confused, before he covered it with a chuckle. 

“I’d rather not give information to someone who wants me dead.” He said smiling with a playful tone and stare.

I retorted quickly, “I’d love to say you telling me your name would help us knock you on your ass, but it won’t… Honestly, I’m just tired of calling you “he” and “the trickster” in my head.”

I looked up into his eyes for the first time since he pulled me in. His eyes showed adoration and enjoyment. Why does he look like that? I must look so stupid staring up all wide eyed. Among that he’s using us like a puppeteer, of course he’s entertained… But, why does he look so loving?

The trickster pulled me in a bit tighter. He looked a little concerned as he did, but he leaned into me like he was using me for comfort.

“Gabriel… You can call me Gabriel.”

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[bellysoupset]

Long build up, but with emeto pay-off. TW: implied smut. Sugary dripping romance. Finally the lukebell fix.

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Lucas had nearly dropped his phone outside of the balcony when he got Bella's text.

She had gone out of her way to avoid him ever since that horrible "talk", where she had boldly declared that she could and would figure a way of stop loving him. The incident where he took her home hadn't changed this one bit and nearly two whole months after, Luke was still not over it.

So to get a text from her was monumental, to say the least.

Bells: We need to talk.

Ominous as hell, but he would take what he could get. He didn't have it in him to even pretend he hadn't been staring at her contact wishing it would light up, instead he was immediately calling her back.

She picked up on the third ring.

"Oh that was fast."

"Hi," Lucas felt a smile break across his face as he heard her voice. Damn he missed her, "is everything alright?"

"Yes, yeah... How are you?"

He frowned at the small talk, but played along, leaning back against the rail of his balcony, "bored out of my mind, missing you," Luke answered truthfully, "what about you?"

"Lucas..." she sighed, not one bit amused by his declaration. He closed his eyes, loving the sound of her voice even if she sounded annoyed.

"Bella, why do we need to talk? Are you alright?"

"My graduation is Friday night," she told him and he opened a big smile.

"I know, baby, summa cum laude. I'm so proud of you," he said, because he'd have to be crazy to forget. Her academic achievements were her pride and honor, seeing as she was a full ride scholarship student, and so they were also his pride and honor.

He heard her breath catch, then her clearing her throat, "well, yeah... Anyway, the party is Friday and my mom is coming and I didn't- I didn't tell her we broke up."

Lucas frowned, confused, "why not?"

"She'd make a big deal out of it and then make my whole graduation about you and our breakup and I didn't want that. It's my graduation, goddammit," she sounded very annoyed by the thought and even though he should feel insulted, Lucas couldn't help but smile.

"Alright, thanks for the heads-"

"I need you to come," Bella interrupted him, "as my date, I mean. To the party."

"Oh," he raised his eyebrows, "are you sure?"

"Yes, we're both adults, we can play along for one night, right?" it sounded like she had rehearsed this bit. Lucas smiled.

"Of course, yeah... Do I need to match?" he was so excited it was embarrassing and it was showing in his voice as it went up a note and butterflies filled his stomach.

"Just put on your deep blue suit," her voice too sounded all weird, strangled, "meet my mom at the Uni's grand amphitheater, Friday at 7 PM, then we'll ride together to the party."

"Alright."

"...Thanks, Luke."

"Anything, Bells," he swore, "and congratulations, you deserve this more than anyone."

"Thanks," her voice came out even more choked up than before, breaking as she said, "I have to go. See you Friday, don't- Don't be late."

****

By the time Friday rolled up, Lucas had worked himself up into a mess of nerves. Completely unlike him, he skipped practice that day, which had immediately cued his friends on sending him a string of worried texts.

He had gone out for breakfast, but given up eating halfway through his donut, as he felt a weird twinge in his belly. His hands were sweaty as hell, as if he'd see Bella in an hour, not in ten.

When he did, finally, pull up to the amphitheater, Luke was sure he was going to vomit. His heart was hammering away. He had brought her flowers, a bouquet of purple tulips, wrapped in black tissue paper. Something Bella would actually like, unlike the horrid ring that had destroyed their relationship.

Bella's mom, Marisa, was waiting for him and she waved, smiling brightly. Bell definitely hadn't told her what had happened.

"Hi Lucas," she tiptoed to kiss his cheek, fixing his tuxedo lapels, "you look so handsome."

"You look great too, Marisa," he smiled back. He loved the woman, way more than he liked his actual family. It was a pity that this would go up in flames once Bella actually told her about the break up, "let's go in? Is Bell already inside?"

"Trembling like a leaf," Marisa agreed, with a fond smile, "she was worried you would be late."

"Never," he rolled his eyes, offering her his arm and guiding her inside, along with all the other parents and guests.

They managed a great seat, just on the third row and Marisa looked around in pure awe, "this is such a good university," she said, poking his arm, "my Isa is a brilliant girl."

"She is," he agreed, using the program to fan himself. He felt overly warm and sticky, "did she tell you she's graduating with the highest honors?"

Bella's mom shook her head, so Lucas launched himself at a detailed explanation of what a summa cum laude meant and how fucking proud she should be of her daughter. The entire time the woman wouldn't stop smiling at him, in that fond manner that made him want to crumple and tell her this was all a farse.

"You love her very much, I can hear it in your voice."

"I do," he nodded, looking away, "of course I do- And they're about to start."

The ceremony felt like it went on for forever. Despite graduating with honors Bella didn't do the speech, she wasn't the type. In fact, Luke couldn't help but snort as he saw Bella walk on stage, looking pale as hell even under the makeup.

Her eyes searched the audience and then she found them and opened a little relieved smile, so he winked back at her, raising both thumbs up as she waited for her turn.

They clapped and whistled as she got her degree, blushing like hell and looking away from them with a fond headshake.

The party was outside of the university grounds, in a big ballroom decorated just for the math and technology students. During the car ride, Marisa wouldn't let either of them speak, rattling non stop while sitting in the backseat and Lucas was glad for it, because if he started speaking he was sure he'd give them away.

His chest hurt just from looking at her. Instead he moved a hand from the steering wheel, planting it on her knee and Bella's whole face went up in flames, but she didn't push it off, intertwining their fingers and answering her mother.

The entire time she had her black graduation gown on, so Lucas felt like air had been stolen from him when Bella did jump off the car and stripped it, revealing the midnight blue dress under.

His mouth hung open and Marisa let out a snicker, poking his ribs, "Cierra la boca antes de que entren las moscas, hijo," she smiled and Lucas blushed, snapping his mouth shut. After four years, he knew enough spanish to understand at least that.

"You look amazing..." he said dreamily and Bella didn't bother hiding her smile, whole face lighting up.

"You think?"

"Yeah, breathtaking," and the butterflies were back with vengeance, as his eyes dragged down her body, "let's- Let's go in?"

He was the perfect gentleman. He pulled Bella for the first waltz, then invited her mother and grabbed all of them drinks, even though he couldn't find it in him to drink the champagne. His eyes kept drifting off to Bells and the way her ginger curls framed her face, all pulled up in a complicated knot on the base of her nape.

"You're staring," she smiled, after some older fella invited her mother to dance, causing both Bella and Luke to grin in an amused manner.

"I am," he shrugged, "you're... So beautiful. What an idiot I was."

Her cheeks never quite ceased to be pink, but they got redder again, "Lucas..."

'Let's dance," he said, standing up and ignoring as the butterflies bat around his stomach, "one dance."

"We already danced," but her eyes were alight with mirth. He knew she wanted to as much as he did.

"One dance, baby," he took her hand in his, kissing the knuckles and she rolled her eyes, swooning.

"Fine, one dance."

Unlike the first one, that had been out of obligation, this one he felt like himself. One hand moving to the small of her back, the other one holding her hand in his. He leaned in, pressed his temple to hers and Bella let out a sigh.

"You can't do this to me."

"I'm not doing anything," Lucas whispered back, pulling her around the ballroom.

"Wooing me," she scoffed, breath hot against his cheek, sending a shiver down his spine, "like it's easy."

"Loving you is easy," he planted his lips on her temple, kissing over her brow. He twirled her around and Bella's blue dress shimmered, before she was back against him, arms wrapping around his neck.

"And if I take you back?" she whispered, "will it still be easy?"

"Not all the time," he admitted, even if he wanted to say yes. He wanted her back, but not lying to her, "but I'm willing to work through it. Fight for you."

She snorted, tugging on the collar of his tux, "Lucas-"

"I don't think it's going to pass, Bell," he admitted, pulling back to look her in the eye, "not for me."

"Do you mean that?" her voice was all small and frail. He nodded.

"It's not going to pass. It's incurable."

She let out a breathy, watery chuckle and then tugged at the lapels of his tux, pulling him in for a kiss, "I know," Bella whispered against his mouth, "I think it's terminal."

He had missed kissing her. More than anything. Lucas stopped swaying to the music and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her up and kissing her harder, which caused her to bite his bottom lip, nose brushing against his.

"I love you," she whispered, in between kisses, smiling, "I love you still."

He wanted to bolt with her, but they couldn't, not yet. Instead he wrapped her up, whispering the same in her ear and continued the dance, whole body crashing as he let out a breath he had been holding for months now.

****

"I love your dress," Lucas panted, as they stumbled back into his apartment after dropping her mom at the hotel, his hands trailing down her body and bunching up the fabric, "get out of it."

She giggled, turning around and slamming the door shut with both hands, offering up her back for him to unzip it. She was only wearing black lacy panties under it and he felt dizzy with how much he wanted her.

He trailed his hand up her freckled back, removed the pins from her hair and let down the mane of auburn curls, smiling widely, "you're a fucking vision."

"Shut up," Bella rolled her eyes, turning around and moving her hands straight to his belt, kissing him hungrily, "start undressing. "

******

He woke up alone in bed, much to Lucas' dismay.

No sign of Bella and his head was throbbing like hell, even though he hadn't drunk alcohol at all the previous night. It it wasn't for the marks all over him, the path of hickeys she had left on his chest and thighs, he'd have thought he had dreamed of her.

Then he heard a clank in the kitchen and his heart sped up all over again.

Lucas got up, only to groan. His stomach hurt, all tender as he gingerly put on his boxer briefs. By now he no longer thought the constant nausea were butterflies. He sighed, this was so not the time to get sick. He'd just have to suck it up, he was not about to ruin this perfect morning.

Bella was leaning over the stove, wearing one of his shirts and grilling bacon, so he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck, "morning."

"Morning," she smiled, turning her face to kiss him. The fact that he could taste bacon in her tongue made him cringe, but still he kissed her back before pulling away.

Immediately she let out a whine at the loss of contact. He leaned against the dry part of the sink, filling a mug with coffee, but just a sniff of it was enough to make his stomach churn even worse, so he settled for simply holding it in his hand, appreciating the warmth.

"My mom texted, she wants us to go out for lunch," Bella smiled at him, "in two hours, so we probably shouldn't overdo with breakfast."

She was so smiley, he couldn't help but smile back. Or try, it looked more like a grimace.

"I think I'm gonna skip it," Luke said slowly, picking his words carefully as he watched her smile vanish, "it's not that I don't want to, but-"

"But?" she pouted, raising an eyebrow, "you already had plans...?"

He winced at the mere implication and shook his head, "no, I'm just not feeling too hot..."

Bella sighed deeply, removing the bacon from the stove and planting them all over a plate, before putting the frying pan inside the sink and turning on the cold water. A cloud of greasy smoke raised and Lucas moved away from it instinctively, feeling his belly gurgle in pure disgust.

"Bella, say something."

"You said you'd work for it," she scoffed, hands on her hips, "like actually put in an effort."

"I know, I don't- I'll go. Let me just get a shower, alright?"

Now the wrinkle was even deeper between her eyebrows, "so you were lying about not feeling well?"

"I wasn't, Bella, c'mon," he pinched his nose bridge and she scoffed.

"What, Lucas?"

"Bella," he shook his head and then felt a cramp on his side that made his stomach turn even more. His mouth filled up with bitter tasting spit, "I wasn't lying."

"But now you're magically better!" it was clear they'd have to work over these issues, the distrust and quickness to anger, which they had managed to leave behind in their first year of dating were back in full force. The realization that he had set them back four years turned his stomach even more.

"I'm not -" he cringed as a burp snuck up on him and Lucas pressed his hand to his mouth, "shit."

Bella looked taken back by the sudden display and then concern washed over her features, "Luke?"

He couldn't answer. The kitchen smelt so much like bacon and his belly hurt, pulsing with pain and sloshing uncomfortably. He gagged, then turned around quickly, facing the sink just in time for the one glass of champagne he had had last night to make a reappearance, along with stomach acid, all over the frying pan.

"Oh my, Lucas!" Bella quickly moved forward, holding his elbow with one hand, the other in the middle of his back, "what the fuck, are you hungover?"

"Didn't drink," he shook his head, gagging again, "I- I don't know..."

"Is this a bug?" she frowned, worry dripping from her words, "baby, sit down... Sit down."

"No," Lucas white knuckled the sink's granite, "feel sick."

She rubbed his back gently, fingers going up to comb the hair at his nape, "breathe, Luke..."

He belched again, wincing as it seemed to come from the deepest part of his stomach, pain echoing all over, "my stomach really fucking hurts."

"Was it something you ate?" Bella's hand sneaked to his naked stomach, touching around, "Luke?"

"Don't think so...Stop- Stop touching me, it hurts..." he attempted to straighten up and pushed away from the sink, wrapping an arm protectively around his stomach and staggering to the living room. Bella followed suit, hands hovering as if she could actually catch him in case he collapsed.

He sat down on the couch, folding in half with a groan, "I think it's a bug," Lucas said and Bella circled the couch, crouching down in front of him.

"How do you know?" she frowned, cupping his cheeks, then his forehead "you're feverish."

"Was feeling sick yesterday too," he explained, muffling a sick burp against his fist and leaning back, gulping nervously, "I think you should go, Bells, I don't want you to catch this-"

"You were literally inside of me yesterday, a little late for that," she snapped, climbing on the couch to keep touching him, frantic in a way that was very unusual to his girlfriend, "why didn't you say you were sick yesterday?"

"I thought it was nerves," Lucas leaned on her touch, "why are you freaking out?"

"I'm not," her voice got a weird tone and he forced his eyes open, raising a single eyebrow. Bella looked away, "last time I saw you this pale you were in a hospital, Luke..."

"Oh yeah," he opened a tired smile, feeling his belly gurgle sickeningly, "you were at the hospital then. We never talked about that."

"And we're not talking about it now either," she glared at him, hands cupping his face, "are you in pain? You look like you're in pain..."

"Just a stomachache..." he winced and leaned forward again, gulping down, "ugh... Get me a bowl?"

Bella rushed back to the kitchen to retrieve a bowl and Lucas pressed his elbows to his knee, burying his face in his hands. It all hurt, cramps squeezing his lower belly. Almost like it was pulsing.

He felt more liquid slosh up and gulped down, not wanting to make a mess. This was unfair, he had just gotten her back-

"Here," Bella held up a big mixing bowl in front of his face and he grabbed it with shaky hands. One of her hands remained on it, while the other one cupped his forehead, "were you feeling this sick yesterday? Did you throw up?"

He shook his head no, unable to speak and then retched. Nothing came up, but the pain flared up and he couldn't help but whimper. Bella cursed, unable to do anything to help.

With one soft, airy burp more of his stomach acid came up. He really didn't have anything to puke, he hadn't been able to eat anything yesterday with the constant butterflies.

"Fuck," he leaned back and Bella planted the bowl in the coffee table, combing his sweaty hair. He was covered in cold sweat and when he glanced down his belly seemed puffy, pressing against the boxer briefs, "great way to restart dating."

She let out a nervous chuckle, cupping his cheek, "you'll be fine for a second? I just need to call my mom and let her know we're not going."

"You can go, baby-" he turned his head to look at her, lazily, "it might be good-"

"I'm not going," her voice was final and he didn't have it in him to fight her, everything hurt and Lucas wanted his girl.

"Okay..."

She planted a kiss on his brow, then got up to call her mother. Vaguely, through the pulsing, he could hear Bella say "yeah, he's really sick" followed by a string of spanish he was too tired to try to translate. She sounded upset.

"Luke," Bella startled him and he realized he had curled up in a tight ball in the couch, trying to ride out the pain. She was holding the phone between her cheek and shoulder, "baby, let me check something."

She forced him to remove his arms from around his belly and then pressed gently around. The first push caused him to gag, but the second one didn't hurt at all- Until she pulled her hands back suddenly.

It felt like he had been shot.

Lucas let out a shout, curling up again and sobbing, "what- why are you doing this?!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" Bella whimpered, rubbing his arm, then said something in spanish, followed by, "¿que hago ahora?!"

He looked up, tears clinging to his lashes, "Bell, I don't feel well..." chills wrecked through him, "I don't know what you did, but I don't feel well..."

"We're going to the hospital, Luke," Bella decided, ending the call without goodbyes and getting up, "give me one second to put on pants."

"Hospital...?" he pressed his face to the couch cushion, starting to lose conscience, "no, Bell, no hospital..."

Next time he opened his eyes there were paramedics around him, wearing the distinctive red that set them apart, Bella's face all anxious in the background.

"-Appendicitis, symptoms started yesterday," they were rattling off to the dispatch, "he's throwing up and has a temperature of 101-"

"Bell?" Lucas groaned and she squeezed his hand, trying to stay out of their way.

"Going in and out of consciousness-"

He woke up with machines beeping. In a white room with one baby green wall and the opposite television turned all the way down, with captions on.

Lucas knew this room, he had been here three months before. His stomach ached, but not in a nauseous painful way, just like he had been punched really hard.

"Hi..." only when she spoke did he realize Bella was sitting right next to his bed, holding his hand in hers no less.

"Hi..." he was definitely drugged, Luke thought, struggling to string his thoughts together, "what...?"

"You had appendicitis," Bella glared at him sternly, "my god, Luke, you had appendicitis and you came to the graduation, you must've been feeling like hell. Don't you ever do something like that again."

He frowned, a little lost on why he was being scolded, "are you mad...?"

"No, I..." she held her breath, then let out a long sigh, "how are you feeling?"

"Empty," Lucas groaned, "itchy too."

"Those are the stitches," she explained, "you can come home tomorrow, if everything's fine."

"And you're coming too?" he eyed her suspiciously and Bella nodded, the mask slipping for a second and he saw her eyes tear up, a big exhausted smile open in her face.

"Yeah, I'm coming too."

#emetophilia #sickfic #mywriting #lucas atwood #emeto

[lu-sn]

#kpweek2022 day 4: made-to-order

vegaspete & macau, humor, trauma builds character, noodles, <1K

thanks to @mortimerlatrice for the beta ❤️

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"How did you know?" Pete says breathlessly, mouth parting slightly as he watches Vegas deftly lift the steaming noodles off of the plate with his chopsticks.

Vegas blows on the noodles gently, maintaining eye contact with Pete all the while. "Macau snitched on you, baby. Heard you ordered this as hospital take-out for two weeks straight." He tsks. "You should know better. You need good, healthy food." He leans in closer to Pete. “But you deserve a treat today, so I made this for you.”

Pete feels himself leaning in, fully caught up in Vegas’s magnetism. His mouth drops open a little more, and Pete watches as Vegas’s eyes flicker down to his lips and back.

“Are you hungry, hmm?” Vegas says, voice low and smooth.

“Yes,” Pete says, “yes, Vegas, please-”

“Oh god,” a voice groans from the doorway, “are you fucking kidding me.”

“Go away, Macau,” Vegas says, not sparing him a single glance.

“I live here too!” he yells. “I just want some damn food, is that so much to ask for, and instead my eyes are being assaulted because you two idiots are being all sappy in public-”

Vegas sighs, puts the noodles back down as he shakes his head in exasperation. “If I want to feed my boyfriend in my own goddamn kitchen, that’s my god-given right-”

“Oh, yeah, you’re just feeding him. You’re not eye-fucking him or anything. I’m not actually blind, but I am way too young for this, and you’re traumatizing me for life-”

Pete turns his gaze to Macau, eyes big and wide and sad. “Macau, don’t say that. We don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Do you want to eat with us?” He pats the chair next to himself helpfully.

“Yeah, Macau,” Vegas says, smiling dangerously. “Come.” He jerks his head at the chair. “Sit.”

Macau gawps at them, then abruptly about-faces. “I have no rights here,” they hear him mutter under his breath as he marches himself out the door.

They hold still, waiting for the sound of heavy footsteps to fade into the distance — before Pete collapses in laughter.

Vegas sits back, grins raucously. "Good work, team," he says in English.

Pete is too busy snickering into his own shoulder to respond.

Vegas makes a show of checking his watch. “If he catches us making out in the stairwell in about… two hours, then we should be good.”

Pete looks back at Vegas, wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at him.

They’d found out very recently that Macau had been blatantly skipping school, putting on a show of leaving dejectedly through the front door and then climbing back in through the windows to slack off for the rest of the day. They’d found out because Macau had walked in on them scening in the living room, which they were only doing because they thought Macau was out of the house and at school. And then, of course, Macau had screeched the roof down.

Vegas was pissed, for a good number of reasons — primarily because they’d been planning that one for a while and now it feels like it’s been permanently ruined for them, but also because Macau’s grades aren’t anywhere near good enough for him to be playing hooky. So Vegas chewed him out, and then Macau shouted back at him, saying that they shouldn’t have been doing that kind of shit outside of their bedroom in the first place and — well. It was a mess.

(Pete’s just glad they hadn’t gotten far enough in the scene to where he would have been buck-naked and bent over on the floor. He doesn’t know if he would have recovered emotionally from that one.)

Anyways. They sorted it out. Vegas promised to draw clearer boundaries for their sex life, and Macau got his ass back into the classroom. But Vegas still thinks Macau deserves a bit of light torture for his transgressions. Hence, the PDA.

“Poor kid,” Pete says, finally catching his breath. “I’ll take him some food later.”

Vegas snorts. “You’re too nice to him. You’re making me look bad.”

“As if you wouldn’t do the same.”

Vegas rolls his eyes, but doesn’t deny it.

Pete beams at him for a long moment, then points haughtily at himself. “Now feed me,” he says.

“So demanding,” Vegas says, but he acquiesces, lifting the noodles again for Pete to slurp from his chopsticks. Pete lets out an mmn as he chews happily, the flavor bursting pleasantly in his mouth.

Vegas feeds him more noodles, watches him eat with the softest eyes and a small, rare smile.

-

day 1 - day 2 - day 3 - day 4 - day 5 - day 6 - day 7

#kinnporsche #kpweek2022 #vegaspete #vegaspetemacau #pete saengtham #vegas theerapanyakul #macau theerapanyakul #mine: fic

[thedevilsmemes]

ASTARION ANCUNIN QUOTES ~ BALDUR'S GATE 3 SENTENCE MEME!

"Hello, darling. Don't be shy, I promise I not to bite until we've been formally introduced."

"The tadpole's influence broke his dominance over me, and now I can finally pursue the one thing I've hungered for these long dark years."

"I'll be the last thing the bastard ever sees."

"Given that my choices were 'eternal life' or 'bleed to death on the street', I took him up on the offer."

"It was only afterwards I realized just how long 'eternity' could be."

"By the Hells. Sex, my dear. A night of passion."

"I'm out of wine and flowers, so I hope an introduction will suffice."

"And I wish I was drinking out of the skull of everyone who's ever wronged me. Life is tough."

"I've been waiting. Waiting since the moment I laid eyes on you. Waiting... to have you."

"Yes darling, that's what we call a lie."

"All I want is a little fun, is that so much to ask?"

"Why hello. Welcome to my humble party."

"Oh, we're lying to each other now? Excellent."

"But... you're no stranger now. Just strange."

"I hate it. This is awful."

"Wait! Don't interrupt them. Let me do it. They sound disgusting."

"I don't know, I'm sure a vampire spawn could still rip out your heart."

"My, My. Who knew our friend had so much blood in them?"

"Oh, you're such a sweetheart."

"I'm just glad you're being sensible about these revelations. I was worried people might turn up with torches and pitchforks."

"Although, there's still time."

"I already apologised. What more do you want? Unless you're looking for another nibble?"

"Yes, darling? Do you need something?"

"What in the sweet hells were you THINKING activating that lance, I was right there!"

"Next time? No no no, if there is a 'next time' I'll be the one aiming the all-powerful weapon."

"Although, I do appreciate you trying to fix your mistake, just don't do it again!"

"It's just that I happen to be a... what's the best way to put this? A vampire?"

"Oh my honour, the only thing on my mind, is depraved carnal lust."

"You couldn't wait ten seconds before being an absolute freak."

"Oh, good, puns. Because clowns aren't enough of a horror already."

"What? Was it something I said?"

"Really? - Anything in particular?"

"Now, I can't help but notice that one of us is positively drenched in blood. So..."

"At least the smut peddlers of Sharass' Caress will have a field day writing erotic verse about us when we're both dead."

"Hundreds? Urgh, it'll take hours to kill them all. She/He's right, we should just go."

"Oh? Then what do you want?"

"Five seconds into this relationship and I already want to break up with you."

"Oh the one hand, killing Gortash will be fun. On the other, Halsin can be very annoying."

"The man can't stay quiet about 'enjoying the freedom of nature's gifts'. I bet he'd outlaw clothing if he could."

"Good Morning. Thank you for not killing me the other night."

"Of course, what fun! I'm going to fucking kill you."

"I am. And beautiful - not enough people mention that."

"Hmm. Hmm. Thank you for helping me. It was very kind."

"I can't even tell if any of you are acting strange because you've been replaced or because this group is full of weirdos!"

"So... I was wondering if maybe - perhaps - you might be able to..."

"Can you read what's on my damn back? Please?"

"Well, hello... Looking for a cuddle?"

"What are you? No. We are not jumping down there!"

"Oh - eh - Hello again?"

"Easy now. Let's not do anything Hilarious."

"You have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. I like it."

"I'd trust a devil over a vampire any day. I think he likes us."

"Oh, bravo! Encore!"

"Why she sounds positively demented."

"I love it! let's tell her everything!"

"Don't be touchy. I'm sure he meant 'better off dead' as a compliment."

"I'd shake her hand, but she can still snap me in two, so... probably safest to skip it."

"Anyway, it's a brand new day. I'm sure we'll find lots of people for you to kill."

"I must see this. Don't you dare say no."

"Well, this seems like a lovely little spot. The sense of impending doom aside."

"I suppose it was only a matter of time until [ insert name ] took vengeance."

"For the Lady/Lord of loss, She/He does not like losing."

"Come to kill me again, darling?"

"Guilty as charged. Sometimes literally."

"What? No! Don't you dare! This isn't funny!"

"Huh, thank goodness, I was almost worried."

"Nice as it is, she still doesn't have the best hair in the camp."

"Well, I mean... kind of? It's a long story, honestly."

"You'll get back to me? This is important, devil! When?"

"It's not enough we have a gallery of villains to look out for, but now we could be infiltrated by a shapechanger?"

"But you're serious about this? About... us?"

"Tailor's mannequins? I never figured [ insert name ] for a follower of fashion."

"Well done again on besting Baal and all that. It was very twee."

"You filthy devil. I'm shocked."

"Haha! That's - Oh, you're serious."

"Well, of course we can leave him, it's the easiest thing in the world. We just have to keep on walking."

"Well, at least you purr for me..."

"The thing that will decide my fate forevermore? Yes, it has been on my mind, why?"

"Who knows how long before the others go feral without us there to guide them?"

"Let. Me. Go! - Ah... Hello!"

"No, as much as I'd like to become a Lord, ruling over the Underdark's vampire spawn, we have unfinished business with the mind flayers."

"I'm glad you had your fun then. I am here to provide an endless array of delights."

#baldurs gate 3 sentence meme #baldurs gate 3 sentence starters #roleplay sentence meme #roleplay memes #roleplay prompts #sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence memes #writing meme #rp memes

[windhamsrotunda]

Bloodmoney - Jay White

Pairing: Jay White x Female! Reader (mentioning of Tama Tonga)

Synopsis: Backstage, you happen to be talking to one of your co-workers at NJPW, Tama Tonga. Jay crosses paths with you, and is seemingly the jealous type. But you had absolutely no idea what he could be capable of behind closed doors.

Rating: Mature 

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Jealous / Dominant!Jay, Dumbification, Sex with Consent, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Aftercare, 18+ Only.

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested by: @cuttingedge3

Thousands of thoughts rushed through your brain like motion detectors as you were casually strolling backstage, your high heels clicking against the solid concrete floors. The sound of your high heels were louder than your voice in the back of your mind, well, you could barely hear yourself think. You carried your bag that was lazily slung over your shoulder, you had all of these mixed emotions about how Jay had recently confessed to you how ‘’he liked you’’ and how it was possibly gonna ruin your friendship for good. 

But you were overthinking shit again like you always were.

As your leather bag plopped down hard onto the concrete without any mercy, you glanced down at your own feet for a second. Snapping out of your daydreaming, your eyes narrowed down at your phone, suddenly, you felt a swift tap on your shoulder.

‘’Who in the fuck—’’

‘’Oh, hi Y/N! Did I catch you at a bad time?’’ Your co-worker Tama questioned in curiosity, feeling a bit bad from startling you since you were so focused into your phone you didn’t even acknowledge him crossing paths with you.

You let out a small giggle

‘’Nah, I didn’t see you come towards me. Sorry about that. But hey, how have you been stranger?’’ You replied in a joking manner, giving him a welcoming hug.

‘’I’ve been well, thanks. How’s everything with you?’’

‘’Same old, same old. Although I  have been hitting the gym and trying to lose weight. As a matter of fact, I believe I’ve made some progress.’’ Tama flashed a charming smile at you, a smile that you could never forget. 

You and Tama talked for a good couple of minutes, right when you were about to go your separate ways, Jay White was lurking down the hall.

‘’I’ll catch you later, take care of yourself for me alright?’’ Tama gave you a wink and a hug. 

‘’Okay, see you later!’’ You waved, smiling widely.

‘’Hey, who in the hell was that were you talking to?’’ a voice erupted behind you, making you spin around quickly.

‘’Jay? I thought you had a match! Don’t be silly, that’s just a friend of mine, his name is Tama,’’ You explained, the lump in your throat grew. 

Jay seemed as if he either lost his match or he was a bit ticked off by the fact you were caught talking to another guy. 

His eyebrows knitted.

‘’A friend? Then why was he flirting with you, huh Y/N?’’ He inquired sternly, ‘’I saw him wink at you, I am not stupid. He was showing off for you.’’

‘’Okay, look Jay. If you’re going to be that way, then forget about what you said about wanting to be more than friends. I know what you’re trying to do, you’re trying to be controlling and jealou—-’’

Within a matter of seconds, you knew you fucked up. He cut you off, grabbing your hand by force and dragging you to his locker room that was three doors down the hall. Jay let go of the grip on your hand, slamming the door behind him.

‘’I don’t give a damn about who he is or what he’s capable of, but he should know who you actually belong to,’’ He said, inching his way closer to you. 

You smelt the strong scent of men’s cologne lingering off of him, your face began to wash over in sexual frustration. The sexual tension between you and your ‘’not made it official yet’’ boyfriend was bearing. You had two choices, either you leave the locker room untouched or take it like a woman should. 

Your heart skipped a beat as his hand met your jawline, his calloused fingers softly grazing over your jaw. 

‘’I have been always waiting for this moment since the day I laid my eyes on you, Y/N. I want you to know who owns you.’’ He murmured, eyes never taken off of your’s. ‘’Besides, I bet Tama can’t make you feel as good as I will make you feel right in this locker room.’’

You were lost in the moment, your head was spiraling with sexual fantasies that you could never imagine happening. Your blood rushed from your head down to your garden, Jay was barely touching you although his voice alone turned you on. Everything, including the thought of him turned you on.

You needed to be punished.

Wasting no more time, Jay backed you into the wall and pressed all of his body weight against yours, he hoisted you up off of the ground so you could have a chance to wrap your legs around his waist. His hard erection through his ripped jeans poked at your thigh, he stared a hole right through you as he continued to dirty talk his way into fucking you senseless.

‘’All of these sick fantasies you have about me are about to come into reality,’’ He whispered, his nails dug into the flesh of your thighs as he kissed you with so much passion. ‘’Why have you waited so long for this moment, hmm? Instead of hesitating, all you had to do was ask. And I would’ve took the offer in a heartbeat.’’

His heavy breathing trailed down your sensitive neck, his teeth nipping at the sweet spot of your collarbone. You let out a soft cry, eyeing down at his rock hard erection that was visible. 

‘’My eyes are up here, sweetheart. You won’t wait any longer for my cock.’’ Jay teased, grinding his hips against yours. ‘’I promise I’m a man of my word, just remember that.’’

Biting down on your lip, he carried you without effort to the locker room shower. He undressed you and followed by him removing his clothes completely. He lifted you up to bury his hands underneath your ass. Stepping into the shower with caution, he backed you into the shower wall. Starting the shower, the water spurted down as it began to get both of your bodies wet.

His crumbled fist found locks of your h/c hair, yanking your head back with a little bit of added force to it, but not too hard. Your eyes locked onto his orbs, his breathing began to become heavier than the sound of the water rushing down onto the both of you in the shower.

Without any knowledge of what he was about to do next, his eyes screamed for consent of owning you and fucking you into oblivion. Jay turned to his choice on sinking his cock deep inside of you, the head of his cock slipping into you with ease. You tilted your head back, a high pitched moan or two escalated out of you.

‘’J-Jay, my fucking god!’’ 

Picking the pace up, his dick now pounding in and out of you while he watched you grip around nothing. His hands were still buried underneath your ass, the side of his face fell into the crook of your neck, moaning aloud.

‘’Mhhh my god, Y/N. Didn’t really realize how good this will feel to both me and you.’’ 

His panting became much heavier, he was enjoying every second of this moment with you. Your face softened, blissful moans drowned the sound of the shower running. As your sore breasts jolted up, Jay’s hand quickly moved away from your bottom to attach it around your throat. He squeezed softly, while hoisting you up with one hand now without any effort. You let out a breathy moan, barely wincing at the contact he had around your throat. The pressure was soft, although he had no intention of hurting you – he wanted you to know who owns you.

‘’Who do you belong to?’’ He asked in a raspy tone, his large fingers aligned with your jawline.

‘’You. I belong to you!’’ You bellowed out, eyes pierced into his.

‘’Good girl.’’ 

He released his softened grip on your jawline, strands of his black hair fell into his moon-lit face. He looked so fucking sexy when he looked like this. An animalistic growl came out of Jay, your knees slowly starting to feel like jello.

‘’Where do you want me to cum, hmm? On your pretty little face?’’ He leaned to press his forehead against yours, hinting to you that he was close.

‘’Cum on my pretty little face.’’ Your lips tugged into a smirk.

‘’On your knees,’’ 

The head of Jay’s cock left your pulsating entrance, you obliged to get on your knees. His 6’1 height towered over you, he pumped himself a few times before releasing all over your face. He watched in amusement as you licked your lips seductively, with your finger slipping into your mouth humming at the taste.

‘’So fucking beautiful.’’ He praised.

Helping you off of your knees, he wrapped you in a dark blue towel securely. 

‘’Did you enjoy our little shower session?’’ He asked, smiling playfully.

‘’Yes, I loved it a lot. I like when you show your animalistic side.’’ You confessed blushing.

‘’You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart. This is only the beginning to our love triangle.’’

A/N: Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! - Shar?

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Himbo Hijinks Part 1 (Jean Ralphio Saperstein x Reader)

Hey everyone, so I have to split this one shot into two parts again like most of my fics, I tried my best to find a nice mid point that wasn’t too jarring being split from. If you would like to read it unbroken I also posted it on my ao3!

Summary: You go with your boyfriend to the parks department to visit your friend Tom who told Jean Ralphio he had a package for him. Once you arrive you meet the rest of the parks crew and hijinks ensue with your delusional but well meaning boyfriend.

Jean Ralphio walked hand in hand with you down the long corridors of the municipal government building of Pawnee. Your heart bubbled with an energetic happiness that you always felt by his side but you had a hint of concern as you watched him dance excitedly with each of his steps.

“Ok, tell me again exactly what Tom said. Word for word.” You squeeze his hand a bit as you spoke just to make sure his goldfish sized attention span listened in.

“He said and I quote ‘My boy, I have hella fat stacks of dough for you, the best person I have ever known and will ever know. Also formerly know as the smartest business man and the swaggiest pimp daddy to ever play the game.’” He answered confidently as he continued strolling along.

“Yeah, I don’t think he said any of that.” You laugh out, nudging into his side causing his gangly form to stumble.

“Alright the rest of it was maybe heavily implied by his vibes that radiated over the phone but he for sure said he had some fat stacks that I had to pick up urgently.”

“Babe I really think you should curve your expectations.”

“Alright boo boo picture this,” Jean Ralphio skipped from your side to walk backwards in front of you as he laced your fingers together in between your bodies. His body bounced with each emphasis on the words, giving different pauses and tones to each new idea. “You, me, dollar dollar bills, hot tub, that tiny little bikini that drives me insane, shots on shots on shots.”

Your eyes narrow as you’re not convinced but he continues on with his vague word association fantasy. “Fireworks, super mega yachts, Mariah, Whitney, Willy Wonka chocolate river, peacock fedoras, diamond waterfalls.” His words got more and more nonsensical the longer he went on and once he eventually trails off he stares at you with narrowed eyes to wait for your response.

“Oh,” You mutter out as you realize he was finally done. “That’s hot.” You mimic a breathy Paris Hilton adjacent impression, giving into the cute pop culture centric dreaming nature of the boy you most certainly love.

His face bursts out in a giant smile as he happily places pecks all across your face, feet stumbling as he tries to continue walking backwards while multitasking. He found himself very quickly walking into the door that you needed to enter.

“Boom, yeaaah that’s what I’m talking about!” He sings out before bouncing up a quickly and stands firm like he is posing. “Check list time. Hair?”

“Check.” You nod, resisting the urge to run your fingers through his well groomed hair that was silky soft. You often had the pleasure of petting through his locks whenever he laid his head across your lap.

“Fit?” He starts shifting to pose in a bunch of different positions to show off his outfit he spent over an hour picking out this morning.

“Mmmm,” You scrutinize over him playfully, “Oh yea, totally poppin today.” Your tongue curls in your cheek as you try to push down the stretching smile burning your cheeks.

“Alright, damn, don’t gotta be checking me out, my eyes are up here.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively then spreads his long arms out, spreading open his jacket so you can greedily look at the tight button down hugging his chest. “Cologne?”

You slowly close the distance between you both, your head burying into his chest to inhale. The expensive fragrance he often wore had your knees shaking every time you smelled it, as long as he uses the correct amount. Your nose crinkles slightly at the memory of him blowing thousands of dollars to buy enough bottles to fill a bath tub with. He slept in a hospital room from the skin absorption for two weeks after that one.

“Mmmmm,” You hum quickly forgetting he needed a response, instead losing yourself to curling your hands against his chest as your head nuzzles against him.

“Oh yea that’s defo a mega check.” He hums while wrapping his arms around you and kissing your hairline. “Only one thing left, the most important, my good luck kiss.”

You decide to be a bit cheeky with him, not ready to give up this soft moment where he was about as serious as he could be. “Nah I don’t think you’ll need it.”

“C’mon,” He whines as you pull away, hands flailing dramatically as he talks. “I’ll die if I don’t get it! You’ll be arrested for murder! The illest babe that has ever stumbled across my beautiful life will be responsible for my sexy downfall.”

“Nah, I know what Tom’s like and if they let him work here then I think I can get away pretty easily.” You push back even further to lean against the door frame as you watch him pout.

He tumbled dramatically to the floor in the middle of the hallway, a few government workers walking through send you both judgmental glares over his theatrics. Like a toddler who doesn’t know how to truly reenact a death scene he flails around the ground while wailing loudly. You learned long ago that he was simply born without an inside voice.

“I’m dying the worst death, this is the Guinness world record for most painful death. The greatest possible tragic death to ever exist. Bigger than JonBenét, bigger than Selena, bigger than Biggie!” He quickly curled away to whisper to a non existent audience while kissing his fist and raising a peace sign to the sky. “R.I.P, B.I.G.”

He rolled to his back and lifted his head to look you directly in the eyes to give you his best puppy dog look. “Bigger than Little Sebastian, the pony of all our hearts.”

“You take that back.” You gasp out.

“You would miss Little Sebastian more than me?” His pout deepens as he leans up to sit with open legs, the long limbs becoming a tripping hazard as they stretched out.

You giggle and lean down to take his hands in yours to look deeply into his eyes with a soft loving look. “Yes, every single day. There would not be a single moment I wouldn’t miss him more than you.”

He squished up his nose cutely as he got disgruntled at your teasing before twisting his pouting lips up in a sly smile while raising his fingers to tickle your stomach. You curl forward to protect your soft sides from being attacked by his fingers while squealing. He takes the moment to disarm you and tip your weight forward so you fall onto his lap.

Once you finish your giggling while squirming in his lap, trapped comfortably inside his grip, you give him the kiss he so desperately needed. His lips don’t part from yours but you feel him smile brightly against you while nodding his head like he was bopping along to music. His body did the adorable little wiggle he did when he was excited and his hands curled into your cheeks to sway you along with him.

“Oooo yeahhh.” He sings out once he parts, still bobbing his body up and down excitedly with energy. “Mm-hm, mm-hm, mm-hm.”

He bounces up with his new found energy and grabs your hand to quickly pull you up. You stumble a bit a how fast he pulls you up, head going dizzy but he holds you close to him. “Alright shawty supreme lets go gets these G’s!”

Walking in to Tom’s work place for the first time you observed the empty space that you thought being a government building would be more filled with productive people. On second thought maybe not productive, but certainly people. You don’t have to think about it long as you approach Tom’s walled off office and you have to shift all of your attention to watch over your clumsy boyfriend as he takes a running start.

“Tommy-T!” Jean Ralphio sings out while sliding across the linoleum floor in his special custom loafers made with felt padding along the soles of his shoes just so he can glide into a room with ‘flair’. They have single handedly caused more hospital visits than every other thing in his life combined, and he was there enough that the nurses have a framed photo of him with them on display behind their station.

Luckily this was not one of those days as he sticks the landing and Tom whistles out in appreciation. “Damn J-Money that looks sick when you don’t fall.”

“Sweet, I have been practicing all week.” He happily says, rubbing his hands together while dancing over to the chair in front of Toms desk before jumping into the seat and spreading out.

“He has the bruises to prove it.” You smile while entering behind your boy, walking over to Tom to quickly do the simple handshake he forced you to learn over drinks at the club.

“Jaegar-Bomb! Lovely to see you again.” He snaps his fingers at you, calling you the nickname you earned after one particularly crazy party, and sits at his desk.

“So where is all those fat stacks you have for me? Give me, give me, give me!” Jean Ralphio bounces up and down in the chair. You move to stand behind him, rubbing his shoulders as you wait in anticipation to see what this was all about.

“Yea about that you really need to change your mailing address from my place but some of this stuff is serious. Imma have to help you out today.” Tom moves to open a drawer in his desk.

“Totally, hit me up with those deetz brother.” He moves to his business pose, fingers angled up across his lips so he can briefly point with them while he nods.

Tom slams down several large stacks of envelopes on the table, half with bright angry red stamps that say urgent. Your eyes shut while you process and remember that you also shouldn’t easily be swept along with your boyfriends antics but he was often so cute it was hard not to get sucked into his dreamland.

“Dude your taxes are seriously wack, you do realize you can get into serious trouble for these things, right?” Tom seemed baffled as he worried about Jean Ralphio, a bit funny to see when you knew that they were practically cut from the same cloth.

“Is the money in here?” He ignores Tom’s words to quickly grab an envelope and tears it open. “Aww what is this boring junk? It’s all dumb paperwork.”

“Yea dude!” Tom leans over to snatch the paper from his hand and gives and exasperated look. “We have to fix this, now I’ve already started printing off the paperwork you need but I seriously need you to work on this with me.”

“Of course, anything to help out my dear friend.” You roll your eyes at your boyfriends faux chivalry antics.

Tom wasn’t having it though and threw some of the envelopes at Jean Ralphio. “No man! I, emphasis on I, am helping you!”

“Mmhm. You know what? I see what your saying and my answers is I accept. I will help you out.” Once again your beloved boy slips away to delusions as he avoids responsibility.

You can see Tom’s short fused temper you have witnessed many times before in regards to Jean Ralphio was starting to blow so you jump in to save him. “Thank you for helping him Tom, he really appreciates it.”

You pinch at Jean’s shoulders a bit while trying your best to appease Tom, knowing full well you wouldn’t even know where to start to help fix this tax mess. Lord knows he will never do it for himself.

“Uh huh, remind me again why you deal with him.”

“Cause he’s adorable?” You offer up, sparing a glance down at Jean who still seems a bit distracted by the fact that he is not here for stacks of cash.

Tom doesn’t respond and you know from many run ins with his behavior that he wants you to sweeten the pot. “Alright then, how about I bring you back those goat’s milk blueberry and gold flake soap from the one boutique you’re banned from as payment?”

“Fine, but you’re also returning those bath slippers you stole from me.”

You grumbled and took a look back down at all the official mail littering the desk and over to your pitiful boy who just looked lost. Dammit you cursed out in your mind I’m really going to miss those slippers. Jean Ralphio may spoil the ever living fuck out of you on the daily but you always swooped in to save his ass in return.

“Fine.” You stick your hand out for him to shake and true to his glib nature he perks right back up to his usual smile once the verbal contract was completed.

“Great, now lets go get those documents from the printer.” He hummed to himself a jaunty little tune he made up on the spot that centered around him being amazing while gesturing for you both to exit his office.

Jean Ralphio gives you a bit of a sad look that you know means he is swirling with bigger thoughts than the ones that usually dwell within his mind. Without even speaking you know his eyes tell a silent apology to the consequences of his completely voluntary actions and also shine with appreciation. You just offer him a small kiss on his nose to convey the simple message that everything is ok and help him stand up to follow out Tom. You hadn’t even made it a foot out the doorway before the smaller man groans out.

“Oh god, here we go.” You looked over to Tom who started rubbing his forehead as he watched a group of people enter the room together.

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[alicent-boleyn]

the subtle thief of youth

Word count: 1,247 words

SUMMARY: Berenice sees the end of childhood, 157 AC.

Berenice was not required to rise with the sisters, long before the break of dawn, none of the young girls were. She often did, regardless, eager to begin the day. While the other noble girls slept soundly in their beds, she dressed quickly, not wanting to miss Lauds. She crept through the halls to the chapel where all the sisters had gathered and snuck in, hanging in the shadows to watch and listen.

“Father, open our minds, Mother, open our hearts. Warrior, keep us strong, Maiden, keep us kind. Smith, help us remain steadfast, and Crone, help us remain vigilant,” they chanted, voices resonating through the stony room. Mother Celia led them into a hymn, “Lend Me Thy Shield,” and then another.

Berenice closed her eyes and let the sister's voices wash away the remnants of sleep and fill her with the light of the Seven. Sister Emmeline, who Berenice was very fond of, read a passage from The Seven-Pointed Star. How she loved to listen to them read! She would love to read, too, and sing, and lead the sisters in prayer, and do all the things the sisters did. Mother Celia, who ran the motherhouse, said that she would consider taking her in as a novice once she flowered, but only if her mother consented. Berenice had not seen her mother, Visenya, in three years and could count the letters she had gotten from her in that time on one hand. She did not think Mother Celia would have a very hard time getting Visenya to let her stay.

As Lauds ended, Berenice slipped back to the dormitory with everyone none the wiser. She got back in bed, hoping her bedmates didn't notice her leaving in the first place. It wouldn't be long before they were roused for breakfast and their morning prayers, so she simply laid back, watching the sun's first rays rise through the dorm window.

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Not even the most noble girls were spared hard chores at the motherhouse, and today, Berenice was assigned the unenviable task of working the herb garden. It was not a solitary task, and with her straw hat, shears, and basket, she got to work with two other girls. Not being too fond of this chore, she chatted with them to pass the time.

“How are the goats?” she asked Lylah, the lanky blonde of five and ten who usually minded the dairy goats, but was currently elbow deep in the mint plot.

“Oh, very well! Misty's kids have arrived, and so have Clover and Daisy's, though Daisy's gone gargety and I'll have to ask Sister Bree about what to do, because she knew just how to fix that last time it happened to Danny-Girl, and also Maggie -”

“Do you really know the name of every damn nanny out there?” asked Alerie, a sour-mouthed girl of one and ten, a year older than Berenice.

“Language!” That was Sister Amy shouting. “Berenice, your mother is here. Clean up, be quick about it.”

Berenice was frozen in place, eyes widened in surprise. Her mother? Here?

“Quickly, Princess!”

She returned her supplies to the shed, removing her hat and dirty apron. In the dormitory, she changed her dress to something more suitable to meet her lady mother. Her heart raced as she walked to the chamber where Visenya was waiting.

Why is she here, now, after all this time? Berenice knew she should be excited to see her, but so far her mother has been content to leave her to the care of the Sisters, with only a passing interest in talking to the flesh of her flesh. Sister Amy met her at the dormitory door and escorted her to the visiting rooms.

Berenice was stunned by her mother's appearance. She could not tell if it was grotesqueness or beauty that made her heart skip a beat. Visenya towered over everyone in the room, her dragon-scale birthmarks obscured by a black net veil. Her stark silvery white hair was artfully sculpted into a crown, with a single whip-like braid hanging behind her. Her severe features were pulled into a mask of disdain.

“Where are your manners, child? I called for my daughter, not a peasant girl.” Berenice curtsied deeply in response. “Better. Come, sit with me.” When they were both on the couch, her mother took her hands. For a moment, Visenya's face softened, before refashioning itself into something even harder than before. “The King, your uncle, has died. I have been called to court, and you must come with me.”

Berenice felt tears well up in her eyes and her lips began to tremble. She had met her mother's brother only once, as a very little girl, and his death did not sadden her as much as the fact that she had to leave. “And when will I return here?”

“You won't, girl.”

“No!” she shouted, throwing herself off the couch and onto her feet, almost before she could stop herself. This was home! This was more than home, even, because here she could serve the Seven! “You can't!”

Visenya slapped her across the face. “I am your mother, and more importantly, I am a princess of the blood. You will do as you are bid, am I understood?” Tears openly streamed down Berenice's cheeks, strangling her voice. She nodded her assent, but that did not satisfy her mother, who yanked on her ear. “Am I understood!”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Good.” Visenya pulled her riding gloves back on. As she walked out of the room, she called, “You have an hour to prepare. Have your things ready or we leave without them.”

After her mother left, Berenice was escorted back to the dormitory, and Sister Amy helped her gather her clothes and things into her trunk. Sister Amy, who was always so inflexible about rules, gave her a little book of prayers, even though only novices were supposed to have one. Still crying, she thanked Sister Amy, choking on every word.

Sister Amy kneeled and turned Berenice towards her. With both hands on the young girl's shoulders, she whispered, “Her Highness may have borne you from her womb, but she has shown herself not to be your Mother.” She gently stroked the reddened skin where Visenya had slapped the child. “I know you wished to enter as a novice here, and I know you will never see this holy house again. Pray the hours every day, and hold yourself to what is right and just. Gods willing, you shall find yourself a righteous calling in marriage, as it seems Her Highness intends for you. As you have obeyed Mother Celia, obey your true Mother, and the King, and most of all, obey your heart.” Sister Amy placed a kiss on Berenice's forehead and rose from her knees. “We must finish before Her Highness thinks we mean to hold you hostage.”

The princess giggled at stoic Sister Amy making a joke. Before long, she and her trunks were packed onto a carriage. It was made with the highest skill gold could buy, but Berenice could not sit comfortably. She squirmed on the padded seat, like a worm. Her mother was, thankfully, not sitting with her, instead choosing to ride her horse for the first leg of their travels. When the carriage began to roll, Berenice whipped her head to the motherhouse, hoping to hold it in her sight as long as possible. Her mother strode over and tied the curtains shut.

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[therewasatale]

stuck

On Ao3.

Summary: A marine and a pirate get stuck together inside a cave. 

The last falling pieces of rock hit the narrow lake with a thump or just a small splash, reaching towards the rocks. The sounds echoed in the depths of the cave. Everything around them was consumed by the sudden darkness.

"Shit." Roger spoke in a strangely normal volume and tone, and yet his voice still felt like a shout as his words bounced around the ageless walls of rock. "Hey, you all right, Garp?"

The explosion was still ringing deep inside the marine's skull, and even as his ears cleared, his body required his full attention. His fresh injuries throbbed; his legs, head and side also protesting that he need to visit the doctor's room again as soon as possible. Yet of these, his legs were in the worst shape. Both of his feet and legs felt numb and yet somehow filled with heat.

"Garp?" The Pirate King's voice sounded unnaturally worried.

The marine didn't answer, instead he gathered all his strength, strained, and tried to move one of his legs. The weight eased a little, but suddenly something pushed more onto his knees.

"Ow-ow-ow, stop! Don't move!"

He finally felt the weight on his body and realised what it was. "Roger?"

"So, you're all right? I know some tiny rock wouldn't just knock you out." There was again, his always wide grin in his voice.

"Get off me."

The pirate coughed a little. "That won't work now."

Garp, after a bit of wriggling, felt the leg between his, then the two arms at his side.

"What do you mean it won't work?"

Their conversation was interrupted by muffled shouts.

"Vice-admiral! Can you hear us?!"

"Captain!"

After a moment of silence, Roger answered. "We're fine! Stuck, but fine!"

There was a pondering silence. "Should we beat them up and then get you out?!" Asked Rayleigh, waiting for orders.

"Don't you dare hurt my men!" Garp reacted instantly, though the sharp pain forced him to squint his eyes despite the darkness. It was too early to shout.

"You heard Garp!" Roger spoke again with a grin in his voice. "Get us out of here and we can continue our fight!"

"Aye-aye!"

"Vice-Admiral?"

"Get us out of here!" Garp could almost feel the pirate watching him with a grin in the darkness. "Bogard, don't let them run or do anything until I got out!"

The captain didn't answer, not that he would. Over the years, he followed the vice-admiral without a word and carried out his every order to the letter.

"There," Roger chuckled, "and now we wait."

"Stop grinning, it was your fault we ended up here." The marine rolled his eyes.

"What?" Roger sounded almost hurt. "Was it my fault the cave entrance collapsed?" He only needed to think for a second. "Maybe. But just because I'm strong, and also I saved your life! Be nice with your hero."

Garp scoffed, and it echoed on the rocks around them again. "You didn't do anything! You just tackled me into the ground, and now we're stuck here!"

"That rock could have fallen on you!"

"So instead, YOU did!"

Roger let out an honest laugh, it rang between the walls and made its way up Garp's spine to his heart.

The marine was actually grateful for the darkness, so the pirate couldn't see the slight blush under his eyes. The Pirate King's laughter always had this effect on him, no matter how much he tried to supress it. His heart always skipped a beat when he heard it.

"Well, either way we're stuck for now."

"With that observation ability you should have become a marine." The world where Gol D. Roger became an admiral flashed before Garp's eyes for a moment. The thought horrified and fascinated him at the same time.

"And you're becoming more and more like us pirates." Roger chuckled.

"Shut up. It would have been better if you’d let the damn rock fall on me."

"And let my rival die? Never!"

"Now because of your brilliant idea we both got stuck here right now."

Roger cleared his throat, and with great observation said, "you shouldn't have used haki in a closed place."

"You used it too just as much!"

The marine was able to feel Roger grinning at him.

"Stop grinning, and I've already told you to shut up!" Garp lowered his head back to the cold rocks.

"As you wish," the pirate chuckled.

But of course, the silence didn't stay long, it never did when Roger was around.

Garp's body took advantage of the momentary lull and again reminded the marine to conserve his strength. His leg must have been broken in some way or other, and so were at least two of his ribs, and a lot of his other bones were either crushed or cracked too. Just like every single time he faced Roger.

It wasn't the first time that his lip was split open, that the bones in his fist were crushed, and that he exhausted himself fully by using haki. And of course, in most cases, something or someone ended their fight before the conclusion. A sudden storm, uninvited reinforcements, or a collapsing cave.

In the back of Garp's mind, these thoughts began to be swept aside by a completely different feeling. A realization that he tried very hard to suppress, and which regardless of this, he waited patiently.

He blinked slowly into the darkness of the cave. Now that his vision did not distract him, all his other senses were sharpened. He didn't even need Haki.

Roger was leaning over him, mere inches away.

He could clearly feel his arms resting at his sides, as well as the material of his dark coat weighing down there. Their waists almost touched as their legs pressed against each other.

By the end of the thought, Garp could hear his own heartbeat in his ears.

"If Sengoku would see us, he'd be having a stroke right now." Roger laughed into the darkness.

"If Sengoku would see us and would be here, he would have gotten me out of here a long time ago."

"No, he wouldn't." The answer was annoyingly honest. And true.

"Shut up."

Roger's laughter echoed around them and Garp felt the warmth spread across his face again.

"You don't have to say it, I know I'm right."

"I feel like I told you to be quiet. But of course, it's impossible for you."

"I'm trying my best here. My legs are actually hurt, y'know?"

"Oh, how sad. Maybe if didn't collapse the god’s damn mountain on us-"

Roger interrupted with a yawn, "I'm getting tired."

"They're about to dig us out." Garp kept his voice under control as best he could. He really shouldn't be in a position like this, not with a gods damn pirate, and definitely not with gods damn Gol D. Roger.

"You don't know that. They're working on it, but-"

"You've smashed fleets everywhere you went on the world. You can keep yourself upright for a while, Roger."

"No."

Garp felt his chest grow heavy as the pirate laid on top of him. His thick black hair reached up to his chin.

"Wake me up when they finally got us out." Roger snuggled slightly closer to him.

"If you fall asleep on me, I swear to whatever god out there I'll tear down your ridiculous moustache from your face!"

With a gasp, Roger raised his head. "You're truly are a despicable marine, no shame or honour at all."

Garp rolled his eyes, and swallowed back the chuckle with a scoff. "Just shut it, and do what you want. At least we can capture you without too much trouble, if you're sleeping."

The Pirate King lowered his head with a chuckle.

"No, you won't. You want to capture me in a fair fight, so right now I'm safe." He let out a yawn again. "I know, I can trust you." With each breath he became more relaxed, his shoulders dropped, his hands stretched out at Garp's sides.

The darkness was heavy, but the noise of the digging work could be heard beyond the rocks. Marines and pirates were stacking rocks as they tried to figure out how to move the big one without causing another collapse. Work progressed, but slowly.

The temperature in the cave began to cool slowly. Somewhere another small rock fell and disturbed the surface of the water.

Garp could feel the chill running through him, but thanks to Roger he wasn't completely cold. The pirate's coat hung down just enough to keep him somewhat warm.

"Idiot." The marine's voice was barely audible, the fatigue and the draining of the adrenaline slowly took its toll on him too. Blinking slowly trying to keep him awake, he saw only darkness, and trying to pay attention to the noises outside was also in vain, Roger's slow breathing was equivalent to a sleeping pill.

After a while, he didn't even try to keep his eyes open.

After a while, his thoughts stopped getting in the way and he only paid attention to the warmth.

After a while, he fell asleep, his breathing still in rhythm with that of his sleeping rival.

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