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sparks

a bakugo x reader fic

chapter 4! the grand finale!

ch 3 /// chapter list

cw: mentioned nightmares, death, gore, fire, gunshot wound, blood, grief (nothing too graphic, but pls be aware <3 )

you woke up warm, eyelids squinting closed to block out the sun streaming through the thin curtains. you could feel bakugo’s breath on your neck, his bent arm tucked under your head, the other strewn over your waist.

you shifted slightly, burrowing deeper into the blankets.

bakugo grunted behind you, his chest against your back.

“sorry,” you whispered, “did i wake you?”

he didn’t reply.

you rolled around slowly, moving as gently as you could.

bakugo’s eyes were closed, face uncharacteristically calm.

you smiled. he looked boyish this way, although he really was barely more than a boy at 20. you examined his face in a way you never had before, taking mental notes of all the small things; the scar right by his hairline, the puff of his lips, the circle shaped scar next to his left eye, the crook in his nose, the way he-

“morning, creep,” his red eyes shot open.

you pushed back slightly, only pushing yourself into his arm behind your back. “i’m writing an article about how weird you look when you sleep.”

bakugo smirked, "i don't think you've fully thought that out, sparks. that article would definetly be more damming than our banquet picture."

you flushed, "you're just mad i know you snore."

"i don't snore," bakugo frowned.

you laughed, "you totally do! it sounds like," you grunted, then snorted, then blew air out your nose while grunting. "that's what you sound like!" you laughed at his expression. "i'm serious!”

“at least my eyes aren’t all crusty,” bakugo replied, pouting like a baby.

you wiped at your eyes, “because i went to sleep all teary and sad.”

“i-“

“bakugo,” the door slowly opened, “do-“

“no!” bakugo yelled. “don’t come in. i’m…”

kaminari laughed from the other side of the door, barely cracked open. “dude we caught him masturbating.”

bakugo put his hand over your mouth, predicting your giggles before you could.

“oi! fuck off!” bakugo yelled.

“shut up, denki,” kirishima chided. “we were just going to ask if you wanted to work out and then get smoothies with us.”

“oh, uh, not today. uh,” bakugo choked out.

“you okay, bro? you’re acting weird. you’re always up super early,” kirishima said, concern in his voice.

“i’m fine,” bakugo replied. “my mission…wore me out.”

“oh, yeah, okay,” kirishima said. “rest up, dude.” he closed the door.

bakugo slowly pulled his hand away from your mouth, no longer muffling your laughter.

you sat up, tucking your knees against your chest, “i think my new article should be about you being walked in on while jerking off. can you imagine the red riot x dynamight fanfics?”

bakugo ran a hand through his hair, the tips of his ears bright red, “jesus christ.”

“kiri was right, though,” you stand up from the bed. “you gotta get up. i’ll make you my special morning tea.”

bakugo groaned, “i hate tea.”

“too bad,” you winked at him, quietly slipping out his bedroom door. you made your way to the kitchen, putting on a kettle.

bakugo slid onto a barstool.

you leaned across the kitchen bar, “hi, katsuki. how was your morning?”

he met your smile with a nasty smirk, “terrible. you?”

“god awful,” you sighed. “maybe the afternoon will be better.”

“doubt it.”

you’re convinced bakugo’s wicked grin could charm even the purest of hearts.

———

“oh, look, it’s me,” you were sitting next to bakugo, peering at his phone. it showed a video of you climbing the gym rock wall, smiling down from the top at bakugo holding the phone. in the past week, you’d been getting better and better each gym night with bakugo. “stalker.”

“it’s on your story, dumbass,” he growled, tapping over to the next video.

“is that deku?” you frowned, “i had to keep re-following you for like four times before you followed me back but HE gets a follow back?”

bakugo rolled his eyes. you’re not sure how many times someone can roll their eyes with ripping a nerve or a muscle.

“you’re never allowed to complain about your mortal enemy again,” you sighed dramatically, flipping the page in your book.

“hey,” jiro strolled into the living room, eyeing you on the couch with katsuki. “are you matching on purpose? oh my god, barf, i’m leaving.”

you frowned, looking over at bakugo. she was right. you wore a black tank top and dark grey jeans while bakugo was in a black tank top and black cargos. “aww,” you cooed, “we are matching.”

“shut up,” bakugo grumbled, not taking his attention off the news program covering his fight from last night.

you rolled your eyes. “you’re such an ass-“

“shh!” bakugo silenced you.

you narrowed your eyes, grabbing the pillow behind you. you smacked the fluffy pillow into the side of bakugo’s face, laughing loud enough to ruin the element of surprise.

bakugo ripped the pillow out of your hand, snarling at you. you fell back against the couch laughing, holding your hands up to protect your face. “you deserve this one, sparks.” he smacked you with the pillow, getting a good squeal out of you.

the two of you wrestled for control of the pillow, elbowing and insulting each other. you shoved hard, knocking bakugo onto his back on the floor. you sat on his chest, holding the pillow threateningly above his head while laughing.

bakugo smirked, easily rolling around and pinning your hands to the ground, him now on top of you. you squealed and pushed but he wouldn’t budge.

momo walked into the living room, catching you on the ground, “why are you screaming? are you- oh, oh my god. oh.” she threw her hands over her eyes, slowly backing out of the room.

you bursted into laughter, bakugo’s face as red as his eyes. when you finally quieted down, you found bakugo staring at you. “what? why are you looking at me like that?”

he grinned at you, still on top, “you have indentions on your face from the pillow.” bakugo gently dragged his finger over your cheek.

you felt yourself redden under his touch. “because you hit me hard! now get off, you brute.”

——————

kitty kats: i got ur sweater, do u want me to bring it to u

you: nah, im about ready to pack up. thank u!

kitty kats: why did i come home to grab it if you don’t need it

you: i didn’t say u had to get it, you volunteered urself

kitty kats: cause u wouldn’t shut up about being cold

you: u just wanted to go into my room to look through my underwear drawer

bakugo typed and deleted his message multiple times, the three dots popping up on your screen.

you laughed loudly, drawing the attention of everyone else in the tiny newspaper room. “oops, sorry everyone. my bad.” you quietly grabbed your bag and left, walking across campus back to the dorms.

you checked your phone again, still no reply from bakugo. you smiled. someone called your name, drawing your attention away from your phone.

a girl maybe a year or two younger than you jogged over to your side, “i read your article about burnout in heroes in this week’s newspaper. it was super interesting.”

it was actually incredibly boring. poor girl was lying to you. “thanks,” you replied. you were literally three minutes from your dorm.

she didn’t get the hint. “i like your blog posts better, though.”

you forced a smile, “ua doesn’t like what i post on my blog. that’s why i keep it on my blog.”

her face seemed familiar, really familiar. “yeah, i bet. you haven’t posted about dynamight for awhile. you got a lot of criticism for bashing him. i hope that’s not why you haven’t posted.”

this was getting weird. “actually-“

“do you know where he is right now?” she asked.

“no-i’m sorry, what’s your name?”

“minako,” the girl smiled. you’d seen that smile before.

“i recognize you from somewhere. have we met?” your brow creased.

minako smiled, this one more cruel. “maybe you’d know me better as him.” her face slowly shifted, her body changing soon after. your eyes widened and you took a step back. she was the creepy old man from the hero banquet. her nose and eyes were the same, but she was him. you tried to take another step, but she was quicker, pulling you to her, something clicking before poking into your side. “or maybe her.” she shifted again; this time into the girl who sat in the seat next to you when the fire alarms went off, a girl in the group at the gym, they were all her.

you pulled away, her grip tight on your arm. she shoved the cool metal deeper into your ribs. you looked down at the shine of the gun.

she laughed at your paled face. “good. you remember me. i’ve been working on this for a very long time. the fire alarms were my first plan. i was going to go for the red head, but then i saw you, and you were too good to pass up. the banquet was next, but it was too busy and crowded. and the at the gym, i was just spying on you,” she sighed. “i didn’t mean to do this today, but it just fell into place.”

you frantically searched the grassy field separating the school from the dorms. shit. no one was walking close enough to notice something was off.

“i wonder if he’ll remember,” she said a bit louder, digging the gun deeper into your ribs. “maybe once i remind him of what he did to me, he’ll remember.”

“i-i don’t know who you’re-“

“your pain will be what reminds him,” she whispered, running her finger down your cheek. “he will watch you die like i watched my brother die.”

your lips trembled, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

she yanked your chin to face her, “i really am sorry to drag you into this, but you are the one he cherishes. don’t worry, you will not burn like hiko. i am not that cruel.”

your mind was trying to keep up, racing to piece together what she was saying. her brother, hiko? burning? who was the other person she was talking about? the red head, kirishima maybe? you heard your name called from across the field and everything clicked. fuck. fuck. fuck.

minako laughed, “everything really has fallen into place today.”

“didn’t know you had friends, sparks,” bakugo smirked, jogging over to you. to him, you and minako must have looked like friends huddled together, whispering gossip and trading secrets. “i was bringing you your sweater ‘cause it’s about to rain.”

you were facing him, your eyes wide. minako was standing partly in front of you, her body turned mostly away from bakugo, hiding the gun pushed against your stomach.

his smirk disappeared at the fear written so clearly on your face. “what’s wrong?”

“hello, dynamight.” minako turned, revealing the gun poking into your side. she clicked the safety off, smiling at bakugo. “take another step and i’ll shoot.”

bakugo growled, sparks flying out of his palms. you sent him a look, begging him to not rush into it, for him to think. but he wasn’t the bakugo who had rushed into any fight years ago. he had learned the price of his impatience; minako’s brother had taught him that.

“do you remember me, dynamight?” she purred.

bakugo was silent, eyes flickering over your body, making sure you weren’t hurt.

minako clucked her tongue, shoving the barrel of the gun deeper into your side, earning a grunt of pain from you. “i hoped that you would be different. i hoped you would fall on your knees and beg for my forgiveness. that wouldn’t have changed anything, of course.

“alas, i didn’t expect it. i was hopeful, but not optimistic,” she sighed. “but, i am not the face i want you to remember. he is,” she shifted her face into the boy who haunted bakugo. she quickly shifted back.

bakugo had gone pale, sparks fizzing out in his palms.

“you do remember,” she smiled wickedly. “do you remember carrying my thrashing body while i begged you to put me down and get takehiko? do you remember setting me down on the concrete and yelling at me to shut up? do you remember how my brother’s body burned while you watched?”

you softly whimpered, her nails biting into your arm with every question she asked. she had begun to draw blood with her iron grip.

“do you remember how it smelled? do you remember the taste of my brother’s burning flesh in the air? do you remember, dynamight, how you murdered my brother?”

“i remember,” bakugo said softly. “takehiko-”

“don’t you dare say his name!” she screeched, yanking the gun from your ribs to your temple. the metal was cool against your skin, it was almost relieving.

“this was all you!” she yelled. “everything is your fault! why do you get to live on while i lost my brother? why should you get to be happy when he’s dead?” she took a few breaths. “everytime i see your face on tv, i am reminded of the brother you killed, of the life with him i lost. you don’t seem to care. how is it fair that he is dead and you are not?”

your body felt like it had been cleaved in two. minako was right. it wasn’t fair. nothing was fair. bakugo had been 18, barely more than a child. he’d been 15 the first time he’d seen someone die, someone he could have saved. how was that fair? how was it fair to place so much on children? on babies who had grown up idolizing and worshiping heroes who abandoned them when they needed help? heroes who had relied on children to help them fight their battles? how was anything fair?

bakugo’s voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper. “you shouldn’t have brought her into this. she did nothing.”

“he did nothing,” she screamed. “it should have been me! i should have died!”

it had begun to rain. slow drops fell on your skin, mixing with the blood on your arm where minako held you. you looked at bakugo, his eyes meeting yours. you pleaded with him silently.

“i want you to suffer, bakugo katsuki,” minako whispered, tears running down her beautiful face. “i want you to watch as i kill someone you love. i want you to watch her die.” her confidence and smile were gone, replaced by a ghost of a girl. she was scared, her hands shaking, tears slipping down her cheeks.

bakugo slowly stood, stepping towards you and minako.

“don’t!” she shrieked, her hands shook, the gun pulled slightly away from your head.

“minako,” bakugo whispered. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

minako was fully focused on bakugo’s face, the pain and sorrow so evident in his eyes. she didn’t notice the twitch of his fingers. three.

“i dream of your brother,” bakugo whispered, inching another step closer. two. you slid one of your feet back, just barely. “the way he yelled for his sister, the way i failed him. i will never forgive myself.” his finger pointed downwards. one.

you yanked your arm out of her grip, stepping backwards while bakugo surged forward. he held out a hand, going to grab the gun barrel. he wouldn’t use his quirk, you knew he couldn’t risk injuring minako with an explosion after what his quirk did to her brother.

minako shifted the gun from you to bakugo in a spilt second, not hesitating pulling the trigger.

you screamed as the bullet ripped through bakugo’s neck.

a flash of red ran past you, tackling minako to the ground. you didn’t know where red riot came from and you didn’t really care.

you crawled to bakugo’s side, immediately putting your hand on his neck. “katsuki?” you looked at his pale face, eyelids fluttering lightly. “katsuki, open your eyes.”

he did, soft red eyes looking up at you. you pulled his head into your lap, keeping your hand on his neck, trying to ignore the blood seeping through your fingers. “i’m going to be fine, sparks,” he said, his voice quiet and broken.

“i know, kats,” you whispered, running a hand through his messy hair. “you’re going to be just fine. you’re fine. it’s okay. you’re okay.” you kept repeating it more for yourself. you grabbed your dropped sweater off the ground, pressing it to his neck.

“stop crying,” he mumbled, eyes fluttering closed, “you’re getting me all wet.”

you laughed quietly, wiping your tears off his skin. “i’m sorry. i’ll stop crying when you open your eyes, okay? so open them back up.”

“mkay, i just need to rest for a bit,” he mumbled so softly you had to strain to hear.

you heard kirishima shouting. a medic came over and slid katsuki off your lap, placing a thick wad of gauze over his neck and saying something into her radio.

all might was there. touching him. touching katsuki. you hissed, slapping his hand away from bakugo’s face. all might looked at you with disgust.

“don’t touch him,” you growled. “this is your fault. you sent him to that mission. you sent an explosion quirk to a gas and oil spill. you sent him knowing there were two young hostages. how could you have not known what would happen?” you dug your finger into his chest. “i will hate you for the rest of my life for what you did to him, the pain and grief you caused him. and what you did to that girl. to her brother. a child died because of your negligence to train your hero. takehiko’s death is as much on you as it is on katsuki.”

all might tried to say something but you spat at the ground near his feet.

“and i hope you rot in your own guilt for letting the media attack him like that, when it was you who sent him unprepared and misinformed. you did nothing to protect him. this is on you.”

you almost spun around to leave, but remembered something minako had said. “the fire alarm was minako’s doing. she set off the system trying to get to him. she’s been doing this for months. another failure from this school and this shitty society. i expect you’ll look into this and update me when you are positive a situation like this will never happen again.”

you stomped off, heading towards the ambulance they were loading bakugo into, leaving a sputtering all might in your wake.

the medics let you ride in the ambulance, holding bakugo’s hand and asking them questions about his condition. he would be fine. he was going to be okay.

…

bakugo woke to a ridiculous pain in his neck. he tilted his head with a gasp, immediately regretting it. he blinked, eyes adjusting to the dark night, and looked around the hospital room, only with his eyes, he couldn’t stand turning his neck. bakugo reached up and gently touched the pack of gauze bandaged to his neck. the steady, repetitive he pieced together everything that happened, mahiko, the gun going off, his neck.

he sat up just a bit, smiling at you in the chair pulled up next to his hospital bed, your head on the bed next to his legs, your hand holding his. his parents were asleep on the couch in the corner. how long had he been out?

bakugo leaned back, squeezing your hand before he started rubbing circles with his thumb.

you sat up suddenly, staring wide eyed at him with bloodshot eyes, “katsuki?” your voice was barely a whisper.

“hey, sparks,” he replied, doing his best to smile at you. you threw your arms around him, careful to not bother his neck as you hugged him. “you told me you wouldn’t cry if i opened my eyes,” he grumbled, feeling your tears on his stomach through his thin hospital gown.

you sat back up, wiping your face, “sorry, i’m sorry. i’ll wake up your parents.”

“no, don’t,” bakugo grabbed your arm, pulling you close to him. “they can wait until morning - what’s this?” he rubbed a finger over the bandages wrapped around your forearm. “and why is there blood on your clothes?” he sat up, ignoring the pain flaring in his neck, as he looked you over, reaching for the blood on your jeans.

“stop it,” you shushed him, gently pushing him back into the pillows. “i’m fine. and that’s your blood, kats. i didn’t want to leave you to go home and change.”

“that’s stupid,” he frowned.

“sorry i care about you,” you quipped, narrowing your eyes.

bakugo grumbled under his breath, but let it go, tangling his fingers with yours.

“do you want me to call the nurse? she can give you pain meds and explain everything. the doctor told me but i wasn’t really listening; something about your carotid artery and blood loss and i didn’t really care because you were laying right there and i couldn’t take my eyes off your face.” you stood up, already reaching for the button, only slightly embarrassed by your rambling.

“come ‘ere,” bakugo grumbled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into the hospital bed beside him.

you wanted to scold him for straining his stitches, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. not when you were curled against his chest, smelling his familiar smoky scent.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered into your hair.

“what for?” you asked, your eyelids already feeling very heavy.

“what if she shot you? what if she killed you?” his voice broke, “i’m so sorry.”

you propped yourself up on an elbow, meeting his red eyes. “look, i’m right here, alive and well.” you grabbed his hand. “i’m fine, katsuki.”

he cupped your face in his hand, the pulse monitor on his finger catching in your hair. he murmured your name, saying it like a prayer.

you tried to sit still as he traced your cupid’s bow with his thumb.

“how could i live without you,” bakugo whispered, his eyes back on the bandages on your arm. “i’m never letting you go.”

“katsuki,” you murmured, terrified about what was about to come out of your mouth. “i told your mom we were friends. is this what friends do?”

he was quiet, fingers warm on your skin. “i don’t want to be friends, i want...”

bakugo moved his hand behind your neck, pulling you into him. your lips met his and it was soft and gentle and nothing like bakugo but everything like katsuki.

because every thing you had ever written about the hero was completely untrue of katsuki. katsuki who couldn’t sleep because of guilt, katsuki who knew how you liked your tea, katsuki who brought you your sweater because he didn’t want you walking home in the rain.

that was the man you kissed, his lips terribly chapped. and when you pulled away, he looked at you with such wonder and love in his eyes.

“i want you,” you finished his sentence for him. katsuki leaned to kiss you again, but you stopped him. “the doctors will kill me if you rip open your stitches.” you kissed his cheek. “you can kiss me all you want when you’re healed.”

he grumbled softly but wrapped his arm around you, pulling your head into the uninjured crook of his neck.

you smiled into his skin. bakugo katsuki. my, how wrong you’d been about everything.

——————

you reached for the bread basket, kaminari swiping it before you could get your hands on it.

“oi!” bakugo barked, “don’t be rude.” he ripped the basket from kaminari’s grip, holding it in front of you.

“thank you, kats,” you smiled, pecking him on the cheek. everyone at the table groaned. you narrowed your eyes at his hero class, “this is bakugo’s return-to-hero-work-celebratory dinner. i will kiss my boyfriend if i please.”

“you’re going to be more than kissing tonight,” kaminari giggled.

you shut him up with a look, placing an hand on bakugo’s arm to keep him biting kaminari’s head off.

“we’re glad you back, kacchan,” deku said.

again, you squeezed bakugo’s hand to calm him.

“me too,” he replied, surprising cool with the nickname.

“me three,” you smiled. “my blog has lost followers. i think me shit talking you was the only thing that kept people interested.”

bakugo grinned at you; it was your favorite smile of his, ridiculously wicked and promising violence.

“i’m also glad,” kirishima added. “i’m sorry i could get there sooner, man. i still feel awful about it. i’m glad she’s locked up.”

you cleared your throat, eyeing bakugo. “actually, katsuki and i have talked to aizawa about getting her transferred to a facility for people with mental illness instead of keeping her in that awful jail.”

momo smiled at you, “i think that’s lovely.” shoto nodded in agreement.

“at least your scar looks cool,” sero said.

“best part of being millimeters away from bleeding out,” bakugo grunted, picking at the broccoli on his plate.

he had protested the dinner, your idea, complaining about how annoying everyone was, but you knew deep down in his rotten heart he loved the class he grew up with.

though he grunted and scoffed his way through dinner, you caught him sneaking smiles at you and laughing at the stupid things kaminari said.

and no one else would ever believe you, but you swore you even saw him smile at deku.

…

you plopped down on the couch next to bakugo, resting your head on his shoulder. “the dishes are finally done,” you sighed.

he kissed the top of your head, “i’m sorry. you should have let me and momo help you.”

“you have a big day tomorrow,” you wrapped your arms around him, relishing in his warm body. “i didn’t want to make you work tonight.”

“i’m just returning to hero work, babe,” he sighed, keeping his eyes on the news playing on the tv.

“i know, but…” you brushed your fingers against the not-quite-healed scar on his neck.

he understood what you left unsaid. “i’ll be fine,” bakugo reassured you. “i’m just patrolling tomorrow. no big missions, mkay?”

“good,” you squeezed him tighter. you were exhausted.

“thank you for tonight,” bakugo said softly.

you smiled, “you’re welcome, katsuki.” he pressed another kiss to your forehead. “i’m glad my room flooded and i ended up here.”

he could tell you were slowly drifting off to sleep. bakugo laid a blanket on your lap, his arms wrapped around you. “you’re the only good thing this goddamn couch has given me, sparks.”

you smiled, “i’m glad i’m better than chronic back pain, katsuki.”

“you’re better than everything.” bakugo let you fall asleep on him, watching you with love in his eyes. since the first night on this couch, the first time you fell asleep next to him, he’d been waiting. waiting for you.

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crinkled-emotions · 5 months

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Day 8: "Thank god you're alright!"

I started writing this and I was like... oh, fuck.

This is the hospital scene that I would have put between Bob and Phoenix's birdstrike and the Angsty Rooster (tm) scene.

Listen, if I ever got let into a writer's room... kick me out immediately dear god.

Ships: N/A

Warnings: Bob and Phoenix's birdstrike, Rooster's straight up mean words to Maverick straight after

The last thing to go when you pass out is your hearing.

It’s also the first to come back.

“-Bob? Floyd! Where are you?”

Phoenix tore through the bushes surrounding the remnants of their jet, ignoring the throbbing in her wrist and the ache in her legs and back. Her voice was hoarse from screaming, panicked as she shoved past shrubs, trees and too long dry grass. She’d seen his parachute, but if she could just-

If she could just see him.

“Lieutenant Trace!”

Phoenix’s eyes whipped up to the sky, unsurprised to find the rescue chopper preparing to come down to help her.

“I can’t find him!” She yelled back. The medic frowned at her, apparently unsure what she was talking about. Phoenix waved around her, making a glasses gesture.

“He was with me!”

“Lieutenant Trace-“

“-he’s my wizzo!”

She started jogging, glad she’d never missed a leg day considering she was still carrying a majority of her gear.

There was no sign of him.

That was when it all went black.

She stirred hours later in a hospital bed, Rooster posted up beside her. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say he’d been crying. Stretching a hand out to touch his, he jolted out of his daze and sent her a gentle smile.

“Hey, glad to see you’re back. How are you feeling?”

“Shit.”

“Do you remember what happened?”

Phoenix cleared her throat, going to sit up but Rooster stopped her. He poured a glass of water and passed it over, gently touching her arm.

“I... I remember Coyote’s G-loc, and... then the birdstrike- Bob! Is he okay? Did you find him?”

“Captain Mitchell circled you two until the chopper could pick you up. He’s sleeping still; Coyote went home for the day but he’s coming back in the morning for follow up tests.”

“Can I see him?”

“Coyote?“

“No, dumbass... Floyd.”

Rooster frowned, leaning back in his seat.

“He’s not going to say much right now; as I said, he’s sleeping. The docs said you can probably be discharged tomorrow morning-“

“-Rooster.”

Phoenix paused, suddenly taking in his dishevelled appearance. His brown eyes, warm and friendly on a good day but more recently filled with hurt and anger, refused to meet hers and his hands shook when she went to touch his wrist.

“What did you do?”

“It’s not important, Phoenix-“

“-shut up. If you’re not gonna let me see my wizzo you’re gonna tell me what dumbass stunt you pulled this time.”

“Trace; focus on yourself, I can tell you later. I’m going to find the doctor, they can probably give you the info-“

“-Rooster, don’t walk away from me. Please.”

He swallowed, finally giving in and sitting back on the seat he’d stolen from elsewhere. The nurses milling around the rest of the medbay had looked up when she’d raised her voice but then closed the curtain around them for privacy.

“Fine,” Rooster muttered, “but you can’t yell at me.”

“Just tell me.”

As Phoenix lay there, it all came tumbling out. She knew he was wound tight, torn between wanting to prove himself, bury Hangman six feet under and his fractured relationship with their Captain, but this was a whole new side to him Phoenix had never seen.

This was... cruel.

By the looks of it, Bradley Bradshaw knew it.

“Fuck, Rooster, you really did that.”

He refused to meet her eyes, firmly trained on the sheets covering her from the waist down. Phoenix took the opportunity to smack him upside the head.

“That was mean, dude, you knew how to hit him where it hurt and you did it anyway. Bradley... why?”

“I was... I think we were both thinking about my dad-“

“-that’s not a fucking excuse to be cruel. He was just trying to make sure you were okay and you threw it in his face.”

“I know... and I’ll apologise, I swear, I just- can’t right now.”

“Why not?” Phoenix gently prompted. The shaky hands started again, then Rooster looked over his shoulder and took a breath. Both pretended the tear dripping down his cheek wasn’t there.

“We just got word; Admiral Kazansky passed this afternoon.”

“Oh, fuck, Bradley, I’m-“

“-Lieutenant Trace, can you walk?”

A doctor abruptly yanked back the privacy curtain, concern clear on her face. Phoenix nodded, but Rooster shook his head.

“Hold up a minute, she just ejected-“

“-it’s Lieutenant Floyd, he’s awake.”

Phoenix’s brows furrowed.

“Is he... okay?”

“No.”

Phoenix and Rooster shared a look, and he reached to help her into her boots.

“Bob?”

Phoenix tentatively slipped past the privacy curtain, gesturing for Rooster to fuck off. Bob sat up in bed, eyes looking at her but not... at her. She frowned, carefully making her way over to the seat by his bed.

“Thank god you’re okay. How are you feeling?” She asked quietly. Holding her palm out to him he looked at her like she was a stranger. Glancing over her shoulder at the doctor, she just shrugged.

“It’s most likely a trauma response; we had to sedate him when he first came in, but everything we’ve looked at told us he’s not physically harmed aside from some bruising. We were hoping that hearing your voice would help him work his way through it.”

“Can you give us a minute? Maybe try sedating Bradshaw, he could use a couple benzo’s.”

The doctor made a quiet exit and Phoenix hoisted herself up on to the end of Bob’s bed.

“What do you need?” She asked him softly. She didn’t expect a response, but when he reached out to touch her wrist she didn’t move.

“Just breathe, you’re safe.”

She’d adopted these words years ago, in a moment she didn’t particularly want to remember. Bob was still silent but he was starting to breathe a little better, blue eyes darting around the room but coming back to look at her.

“We ejected, but we’re in the hospital. The only thing damaged is our jet... and maybe our pride. Coyote’s fine after his G-loc but Hangman took him back to the barracks and is gonna watch him-”

“Are you hurt?”

Bob finally appeared coherent, checking Phoenix over for injuries. She handed him his spare pair of glasses, originals broken in the ejection.

“Other than a couple bruises, I’m fine. How are you feeling?”

“Bruises... where?”

“Everywhere, but I’m okay. Nothing an ice pack and a good night’s sleep can’t fix. Too bad Rooster says I’m here for the night.”

“Rooster?”

“He’s standing outside, doing his best impression of a pissed off guard dog. Hopefully he’s also thinking about his actions.”

That had Bob’s attention. As much as he was mostly a wallflower, he was a sucker for gossip.

“What’d he do? Have another swing at Hangman?”

“No, uh, he remembered his other weapon.”

“I’m not following.”

“You don’t know Rooster that well yet; he doesn’t actually get into physical fights all that often, he’s more of a words guy.”

As Phoenix began to relay snippets of what Rooster had told her, censoring the pieces that she knew he’d prefer kept private, Bob settled even more into his pillows and by the end of it, he was fighting sleep.

“Sorry, Tasha, I-“

“-don’t apologise. I should probably get back to my bed. Uh, look, I’m only down the hall, so if you... need anything...”

“Thanks.”

Bob squeezed her hand, and Phoenix took a deep breath.

“I really am glad you’re okay. I’m going to go and... tell Rooster to step down... god knows he’s probably still standing there-“

“-he can still hear you!”

Bob and Phoenix shared a look of amusement between them, and Phoenix stood.

“Okay, well... good night.”

“Night, Phoenix.”

The next day, they’d prepare for the Admiral’s funeral, and Phoenix would pry more of the story out of Rooster. Then, they’d go for more training, counting down the days.

They were going to complete this mission.

And they were going to come home.

#top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #TGM #Natasha Phoenix Trace #Natasha Trace #Phoenix #Callsign: Phoenix #Robert Bob Floyd #Robert Floyd #Bob #Callsign: Bob #hurt/comfort #fluff #G's Dec 2023 Prompts!

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Omg I come here because of the "2022 is the year of Ghost" post!!! (which thank you for putting together and omg... what a ride). I'm not sure if you got this asked before, but could you let usk now how it was meeting Papa? How was interacting with him, and how was the before and after?? I haven't been to a ritual yet, but i'm saving from when they start touring again, since I want to go to the meet and greet so bad! Would love to hear your experience though (if you're ok sharing!) <3

Hey, lovely!!

I’m glad you liked the post, it was fun putting together and I love the additions everyone made too!! It’s been such an eventful year. And I’d love to tell the story of meeting Papa, definitely one of the biggest highlights of my year! It’s something nice to look back on when I’m feeling down.

The interactions are brief due to time and the amount of people with the anointed packages (so many people, anon, I was pleasantly surprised!!) They also normally take place during the other opening bands (in this case it was Mastadon who performed right before Ghost). Basically, the Anointed VIPs are lined up, then taken in small groups of I think 10-20 at most, and led to a small, dark room. A corner of the room is boxed in with black curtains- where Papa is waiting. I was the fourth person in line. I’d been third but I chickened out and made @ghoulish-ghrace go before me, I was FREAKED!! Excited but terrified lol. They don’t make it any better for you, no, the room in dimly lit with smoke, incense, various ambient horror film soundtracks with the impending dread of actually meeting the character you’ve been obsessed with for however long it’s lasted up to that point. Eventually it was my go and I was directed to the little curtained corner. It looked something like this-

(Not mine, this was a scene from the Swedish rock documentary, Hård rock på export)

The curtain was pulled aside revealing Papa, and he’s very much there. Like straight away, first thing I notice, BOOM in your face, jumpscare. From photos and videos, it’s a little easier to tell “yeah, this is a dude in a mask”, you can look at those things and nitpick the fine details to differentiate the fantasy from the reality. In real time, this dude looks fucking real. And Tobias doesn’t disappoint, he really does go into Papa mode and doesn’t slip in his performance from the mannerisms, the way he holds himself, the accent, everything. Onto the actual interaction, I was inside the mini room and he was literally face-to-face with me. I was still in frightened animal mode and I’m not gonna lie- he noticed and made it apparent but only out of kindness and comfort. It started off with him saying “hello” and “how are you doing tonight?” I answered with something about being okay but scared. He responded with “don’t be, it’s just me” (NO DUH YEAH ITS JUST YOU THATS WHY IM FREAKING OUT, MATE). I told him he looked amazing and he replied “as do you, you look very nice tonight” (which I will carry with me to my grave) and he asked me if I was ready for the photo. I was kind of frantic and saying sorry a lot but as always, Papa was so sweet and patient, never got irritated, but at the same time attempted to comfort. Outside the character, I realize he’s totally been in this position before and probably gets it. The photo-taking placed him on the other side of the plexiglas bc of the COVID restrictions but he’s still very close! I still stayed farther away than I should have but hey, I was nervous, this was my first M&G ever AND with my favorite artist of all time. After the photo, I was getting ready to leave, Papa steps in my way to face me, no plexiglass in our way, and we were facing each other with him super close this time with fucking like breath on my face and that piercing stare you hear about so much that definitely lives up to what people tell. Trying not to cry (failed) and trying to keep eye contact (semi-success), I listened as he told me softly, “hey, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay. Now, I want you to go out there, make some friends, have fun and have a good time tonight. Can you do that for me?” I promised I would. I thanked him for everything he’s done and for being patient with me. I almost went to the wrong side of the tent to leave but I was able to turn around and say “goodbye, Papa” and he gave me a little wave watching me leave. Also would like to note that he’s not very tall but does try to loom (I’m fairly short tho so he’s got some height over me, the intimidation was effective. Tobias-1, Adri-0).

Now after all of that and making absolutely sure I hadn’t pissed myself yay, I ran out to find my friend and tackled them nearly to the ground. Noticed a few other fans looking like they were about to bolt and I let them know Papa was so kind and so sweet, it was definitely going to be worth it. I think that’s another thing, be there for your ghesties. It’s as nerve wracking as it is fun but it’s a lot better when you’ve got others to support you through it. Trust me, like I said with “Papa” included, you’re not alone and everyone’s been in this position and it’s okay to apprehensive despite the hard work you did to get there. If there’s advice I have to give, it’s that and also play along with Papa! He’s not Tobias Forge, he’s Papa. The play element makes it a bit easier. If you’re a little like me, script oriented interactions are easier. If you treat this like acting and playing along with the fun, it makes it more enjoyable. And even if that’s too much, you’re not sure what to say or you forget what you were going to say- that’s okay! Papa will be sure to make the experience as personal to you as he can. Just being polite and appreciative of his time and work are enough. Normally, gifts exchanges were allowed but cut out due to COVID restrictions. However, there was a very kind person running everything that I gave my gift for Papa to. He promised me that he’d personally make sure that Papa would get it and gave me his word. If you have anything to give Papa, check the venue websites for restrictions on what is or isn’t allowed in and if you ask the show runners if Papa may have your gift, they will likely work with you on that too.

After all of that pt. 2, I texted my mum and let her know about everything that happened haha. The rest of the night was a blast, my friend and I both got to the barrier area! Papa and his ghouls were also interactive on stage with us. So even if you aren’t able to grab a M&G, chances are you can still get some interaction during the ritual. Somehow making eye contact with him onstage and him gesturing towards you a few times is still as scary as the M&G ehhehehe.

After I think around a week, the photos with Papa are sent to you via email. After scrolling through all of them (yes, you were sent to a website where you’d see everyone’s lol), you’ll find yours. Here is mine:

(See? Told you I stood far away lol)

But yeah, that’s the gist of it, Anon! Despite the short interaction, it’s well worth it in the end. Like many, I worked hard to get there mentally and financially, and I’m sure you will to. This is your experience and you should own it! And if you ever get scared, I will be your personal hype man because you deserve it!! And I think Papa knows that too. When you do get to meet him, I would love to hear! My inbox and DMs are always open to you and anyone who would want to share. I love sharing my story and hearing others’.

#also boo jumpscare it’s my face #My Mummy Dust #Witch Image #Ghost #Cardinal Copia #Papa Emeritus IV #Impera Era #Imperatour #Asks #GIFs

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With Tycoon back in the game, this presents us with an interesting question for future episodes: "How long can Keiwa play by the rules?" His and Neon's sudden reintroductions to the DGP seem to set the stage for a grand status quo shift, doubly so when paired with the staff actively going against Geats and the steadily growing prominence of Jyamato's gardener Archimedel. ...great name, by the way.

I hear there's a new Buckle introduced this episode! ...so soon after Slot Fever, kinda odd but okay!

-Well of course he won, you guys didn't exactly sabotage him in the smartest way. Besides, no way he was gonna die with a kid relying on him for protection.

-Undefeated Ace.

-"Why doesn't Grandpa Game Master like me, I do what he tells me to :("

-Like an episode of Boundary Break, Ace is peeking behind the curtains and loading zones to see where all the spawns and events are stored.

-Awwww, Tsumuri-neesan does care :)

-Okaaaay!

-Shaddap Win, jnmljmhb

-Hello, Archimedel! I really like your Jyamato Rider Troops, they're really cool.

-Ace, you sly fox! Trying to get yourself a date so soon?

-Soba...

-Ayyy, Keiwa!

-He's got a jorb!

-Who dat?

-Free Core!

-Hello, Naoto. I... forgot your first name Mr. Kurama, but you're always gonna be TimeFire to me, so.

-Aaaaaand off Neon goes!

-Michinaga too!

-Ah yep, it's game time!

-Jesus, aren't you a smol one?

-Aaaaand here comes Punkjack with the jump.

-Jurapira!

-Don't gotta say Henshin there.

-Got robbed by a little girl. Good job, Hareruya!

-"Wow, you're shit at sabotage, huh bear boy?"

-Driverless behavior.

-M

-Musical chairs.

-So, does the girl just... exist as a member of the Jyamato?

-I'm gonna be real with you, Tsumuri, it kinda seems like these games are just being made up on the spot.

-...I mean, they might be!

-"You're only getting so far ahead because your dad is the admin! And as a mod, I am very angry about this bias!"

-Are you that thirsty for Tsumuri, Win?

-Reeeeeeed hat.

-Awwww, Neon-san :)

-Catch!

-Riders should help each other out!

-Good job, you guys!

-Hot damn!

-Love these untransformed fight scenes, love them.

-Michinaga says "Where the FUCK is that kid?", whereas Ace says "Now, how can I find that little lady?"

-Welp, if you say it like that, it was nice knowing you, Punkjack.

-Best laid schemes of mice and men, they say.

-"Fine, help me, I don't even care!"

-Sick ninja beats.

-Yeah, this episode's really been spiling me.

-Oh?

-Who're you?

-Jet!?

-Jetto, Jetto, Jettoman?

-Oh!

-Ohhhh, hacked item.

-"Can I like... rent your driver for the rest of the episode? I'll give you all my rare drops for it."

-KEIWA MY DUDE

-Great!

-Ready!

-Fight!

-Ohhhhhhh, theme song time

-OHHHH SWORD

-One buckle at a time, huh?

-Hot damn, that's good!

-Love Rider Swords, love them, love them.

-Twin Set!

-Take Off, Complete! Jet and Cannon!

-Ready, Fight!

-Hooooly shit, that's a cool suit.

-Now this feels more like a proper first upgrade!

-Daaaaaamn, those cannons!

-Too much even for you, huh Ace?

-Pawn it off on Keiwa then, gotcha!

-To be fair, he'd absolutely want a crack at it too.

-"The players aren't respecting my DM authority."

-Purajira.

-Ahhhhh, the ID Cores make the Rider. ...y'know, obvious

-WHOOAAAAA THAT SUIT

-GIROLI WHAT THE FUCK, YOU HAD SUCH A COOL RIDER FORM THIS WHOLE TIME

-AND YOU NEVER TOLD US?

-smh, I thought we were friends.

-Giroli... Girori, meaning "glaring"... That's where Glare, of course, comes from. Kinda gives me Para-DX energy with this name.

-Where'd you even get that, though? I mean, I expected you to be able to bend DGP rules a bit, but this?

-Did you make that yourself, or did you have that commissioned?

-No, better question, when am I gonna see Tsumuri throw down? Kamen Rider Blink. Her name comes from "Tsumuru", "close one's eyes", so it'd make sense if that were here Rider name. In the fairly likely event that Toei doesn't let her kick ass, that's gonna be the universe I live in.

-...y'know, unlike the Tsuki who talks endlessly about Kamen Rider Shinobi, that's another another universe.

-Right, so. That totally threw me for a loop, but I very much enjoyed this episode! Can't wait for shit to get real soon, that'll be very fun to watch. Until then, I'm gonna take a little power nap, yeah? Have fun now, drive safe, don't get eaten in the Mirror World, don't eat suspicious fruits, all that jazz.

#the world's next round: trick shot of desire for the grand victory #kamen rider geats #kamen rider #kr geats #geats spoilers

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All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 16

*Warning Adult Content*

Liam

I took Aiden home a since he insisted he had to go back.

His parents were worried when we arrived asking if he was okay and what happened to his face.

He just told them he was fine and spent the night at my house.

"Thank you," his mother said giving me a tight hug.

"We were so worried," she cried.

"I took good care of him. My parents love him," I said peering over at Aiden.

He was blushing and looking down at his shoes.

Ugh, he's so cute.

"So you're Aiden's friend?" she asked... her blue eyes staring up at me brightly.

Well now I know where Aiden got his mesmerizing color from.

She was very pretty.

"Yes ma'am," I said.

She nodded enthusiastically

"Well thank you again for taking care of him," she turned to Aiden.

"This is why you have a cell-phone Aiden," she scolded.

He bowed his head.

"Sorry," he muttered.

His dad walked over to me and shook my hand.

"Thank you..."

"Liam Jacobs," I said.

"Well thank you Liam."

"It was nothing," I said.

I looked over to Aiden and he gestured for me to follow him.

I excused myself before following him.

He closed his door behind us and sighed, leaning against it.

"I knew they would freak like that," he said walking over to his drawer and put his phone on the charger.

"Sorry. I should have got in contact with them somehow," I said sitting on his bed.

He shrugged as he looked up at me.

"Thank you for bringing me home," he whispered.

"Anytime."

He smiled.

I peered around his room... his walls were light green with a black curtain hanging over the window.

His bed that was in the far corner of the room had a black comforter with a green sheet with a green pillow.

His TV was on the other side of the room opposite of his bed.

It was a flat screen hanging on the wall.

There was a dresser next to it on the left with stickers all over it.

Creative.

His closet was on the right slightly open.

I took a deep breath savoring the smell of his room that was immersed in his delicious sweet scent.

Dude I could live in here.

I was starting to feel my wolf scratching at the surface, a sign I had to leave.

"Well I should get going, I can show myself out," I said standing up.

He nodded he stood with me, I wanted to hug him and squish him to my chest but we just stood there awkwardly.

"O-okay, I'll see you at school?" he asked to me nervously.

"Of course. See you later."

I walked to the door quickly so I wouldn't be tempted to go back and kiss him breathless.

Walking out I crashed into someone.

I was about to say sorry but what he said stopped me.

"Watch it," he glared at me.

I narrowed my eyes at him saying nothing.

There was something wrong with him but I couldn't put my finger on it.

Who was he anyway?

He didn't smell like the rest of the family which meant he was a visitor.

I watched him walked into a room close to Aiden's it made me very uneasy.

I'm going to have to keep an eye on that guy.

I didn't like him. I didn't like him at all.

The moment I was outside of Aiden's house I felt my phone vibrate.

Georgina: Head over to my place.

A clenching feeling of reluctance tightened in my gut.

I really didn't want to go but when 'Georgina' calls you have to come running or there will be hell to pay.

Pulling up to Georgina's house I stepped out walking up to her typical human off white suburban house.

Walking up to her door I took a deep breath before knocking.

Seconds later the door swung open and I was tackled into a huge hug with longs legs wrapped around my waist.

Grimacing, I stopped myself from pushing her to the ground.

"Hi babe," she screamed in my ear.

Wincing, I forcefully pulled her off me setting her down and discreetly taking a step back.

"Hey," I said trying to be as enthusiastic.

"Come inside," she said, taking my hand pulling me in and up the stairs to her room.

Her parents were away on one of their annual vacation get always.

So I knew were all alone and it made me nervous.

Opening her door she dragged me across the room and pushed me on the bed running over to the stereo she pushed play.

Def Leppard 'Pour Some Sugar on Me' started.

I sat there wide eyed as I looked at her in horror.

She wasn't...

Her hands went to her tie on her robe.

No, Please no... I begged silently as she tore her robe off, dancing in 'sexy' red lingerie and moved her hips seductively.

Her hand went up to grab her hair, her teeth caught her lower lip enticingly and watched me from under her dark lashes.

A serious sense of discomfort and unease came over me.

Any other time I would have been all over this, we have done this before in the past and I loved it... well use too.

It would turn me on like nobody's business but now I felt the bile rise up in my throat at how wrong all this was.

I shouldn't be here right now I should be with Aiden.

She slowly walked towards me till she was practically sitting in my lap, moving her hips provocatively.

Her ass rubbing against my lower body hoping for a response but she wouldn't find one.

"You like that," she whispered, biting the shell of my ear.

I shook my head unable to form a single word.

This is wrong.

"Tell me how much you love it," she whispered again.

Did she not notice the damn head shake?

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my throat still moving her hips.

I just wanted to beg her to get off.

This is revolting, my skins was crawling as her hands unbuttoned my pants.

Then I felt her tongue lick my neck, I didn't know what happened next all I remember was a growl tore its way from my throat and I was towering over her.

"What the fuck?" I heard her yell.

Coming back to myself I saw her red faced and on the floor.

Shocked I went to help her up, she slapped my hand away and hopped up from the floor glaring daggers at me.

"What the hell was that for jackass," she hissed at me.

"You know what, you've been a real asshole lately," she continued walking over to her robe and throwing it on and shuts the music off.

"I'm sorry," I muttered.

"I don't know what happened."

She scoffed.

"Well I do. You threw me to the floor. I thought you liked these little dances?" she glared.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

She huffed before shaking her head.

"What's up with you?" she asked still across the room.

"I don't know I'm just... I don't feel like myself," I confessed.

She crossed her arms at me before slowly smirking.

"Well, I could always make you feel like yourself again," she said lustfully.

God does this girl have and off switch?

I shook my head.

"I just need some time," slipped out of my mouth.

Shutting my eyes closed I cursed under my breath.

Slowly I opened them to find her angry eyes staring at me.

"You need time? Like a break, OMG... are you breaking up with me?" she screeched.

'Yes.'

"No," instead was what came out of my STUPID mouth.

I suppressed the urge to smash my head in the damn wall.

Why can't I really say what I mean these days?

Walking over to her I took her in my arms and gave her my best lady killer smile

"Thank God," she whispered.

"I thought you were really going to do it."

I let out a nervous laugh.

"What and leave your fine ass?" I joked in her ear.

She laughed, looking up from my chest her bluish grey eyes staring up at me with an innocent expression.

Stretching on her tip toes her lips met mine softly, reluctantly I kissed her back.

This wasn't fair to her.

This whole situation was messed up for both of us but especially her.

Turning us around never breaking the kiss I backed her up against her bed ignoring my wolf as he whined in protest.

Lying her down, my lips down her neck causing little moan in pleasure to escape her mouth.

I wished they were Aiden's moans, Aiden's body I was pleasuring.

I opened her robe, my lips traveling more down her body as her hands gripped my hair.

"Liam," she moaned in my ear.

Clenching my eyes shut I ignored everything that was running through my mind, the sirens that were going off in my head telling me to stop, the sounds of my wolf's angry howls.

That it wasn't right but I put it aside and made myself focus on Gee.

But Aiden kept sneaking back in my head and I decided to use his image to push me along through my pathetic attempt at keeping myself hard.

She rolled us over, hovering over me, straddling my hips before crashing our lips together aggressively.

How would it feel to kiss Aiden's soft pink lips... I grabbed gee around the waist roughly pressing her closely against me on my lap, our lips going at it forcefully.

How would it feel to kiss his neck, grabbing the back of her hair I pulled her head back and attacked her neck with a growl, hearing her whimpers I imagined them to be Aiden's.

"Liam," she whimpered.

"Shh," I told her trying to keep her from ruining Aiden's image in my head.

Gripping her thighs hard I rolled us back over, our breath heavy now. I can do this, even if my wolf was pissed at me.

I entered my house closing the front door with a slammed my breath labored in anger.

I had left Georgina's house once we were done I made some excuse that my dad needed me so I rushed out of there like hell it's self was going to swallow me whole.

I felt ashamed of myself and dirty... I cheated on Aiden even though we aren't together I just felt that way.

With my head hung low I headed towards my room but my mom's voice stopped me.

"Liam, is that you?" she asked from the living room.

Walking in the living room I saw her sitting in her favorite chair reading one of her girly historical smut books.

"Hey mom," I said falling into the sofa and sighing deeply.

My mom looked up at me questionably.

"What's up with you darling?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"I think I did something... bad," I confessed.

She tilted her head a little.

"What do you mean?"

Gulping I looked down at my hands.

"I don't want to tell you," I said biting my lip shamefully.

"Oh honey. it can't be that bad," a reassuring smile on her face.

"I beg to differ," I muttered.

"What is this awful thing you did? Did you shop lift or something? Beat up some helpless little kid?" she chuckled jokily.

"No mom, much worse... maybe even disgraceful in some eyes."

Her eyes softened.

"You're not a bad person Liam, so whatever you did I bet can be fixed easily," she told me with a smile.

Huffing a dry laugh under my breath I nodded.

Yeah right, I feel like scrubbing my body with sandpaper and running to Aiden with my tail between my legs, head hung low and ears back in shame, begging him to forgive me.

"Yeah you're probably right, it's no big deal," I assured her before walking to my room.

Even though I was beating myself up inside.

"Oh Liam."

"Yeah?"

I stopped at the foot of the stairs.

"Your dad's coming home late tonight so were ordering out, so how does Chinese sound?" she asked.

"Sounds good mom."

Slowly I walked up to my room suddenly feeling drained.

I took a long hot shower and washed my body roughly trying to get her smell off me.

Falling on my bed I took a big whiff of my sheets, I could still smell him.

I was in my boxer so I got into bed pressing my face in his pillow letting his smell lure me to sleep.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Sam and Dean are sat at a table in a generic diner, Sam is working on his laptop and Dean is talking on his phone. Theo is nowhere to be seen and the boys seem a bit frantic.

"What do you mean you don't think it will work, Bobby? It's a demon-dispelling ritual" Dean says. Theo, who's outside, raps on the front window and waves a packet of papers "Well, maybe we got the translation wrong" The door jangles in the background "Look, we can't just let Theo fry in hell while we-" Dean pause, to listen to Bobby; Sam's screen shows another translation in process "...Well, there's got to be something that w-" Sam sees Theo approaching the table and nudges Dean "Oh, ah, yeah, no, ah, I I gotta go. Uh. Okay. Never mind" Dean hangs up the phone quickly. Theo enters, looking suspiciously at Sam and Dean.

"Hey. Who was that?" She asks.

"Ah, I was just ordering pizza" Theo looks around.

"Dude, you do realise that you're in a restaurant?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah. We... just felt like pizza, you know?" Sam smiles, tight-lipped and reeking of insincerity. Theo sits.

"O-kay, Weirdy Mcweirderton's" Theo clears her throat "Just got of the phone with Tamara"

"How is she?" Sam asks.

"She's better, much better. She says hey, by the way"

"So hey, I think I got something" Dean says, holding a newspaper.

"Yeah?"

"Cicero, Indiana. Falls on his own power saw"

"And? What, that's it? One power saw?" Theo says.

"Well...yeah"

"And you think that this is a case?"

"Well, I don't know. Could be"

"I don't know, Dean. I- I -"

"All right, there's something better...better in Cicero than just a case"

"And that is?"

"Lisa Braeden" Sam sighs.

"Should I even ask?" Sam says.

"No, no you shouldn't" Theo says.

"Remember that road trip I took, uh... gosh, about eight years ago now? You were in Orlando with Dad wrapping up that banshee thing and Theo was, actually where did you go?" Theo laughs sheepishly and turns her head away.

"Uhh, wrapped up with my own things" Dean squints his eyes at her "...And, I may or may not have woken up in someone's bed throughout those days. Where the hell where you?"

"I spent most of my time in Lisa Braeden's loft" Dean laughs.

"I guess you can say, twins do think alike" Theo says.

"So let me get this straight. You want - you want to drive all the way to Cicero just to hook up with some random chick and possibly guy?"

"She was a yoga teacher. It was the bendiest weekend of my life"

"Hey, he was a fitness trainer. I never felt so relaxes while training in my life. Come on. It's my dying wish to meet my prince again" Theo jokes, fluttering her eyelashes.

"Yeah, well, how many dying wishes are you gonna get?" Dean says.

"As many as I can squeeze out. Come on. Smile, Guys! God knows I'm gonna be smiling after 24 hours with Hot boy" Theo chuckles to herself, Sam and Dean laughs too, a little "Hot boy" Theo frowns "God I sound like a teenager"

The next morning the siblings pull up outside of a motel in Cicero, Indiana. Dean stops to let Sam and Theo out.

"Don't wait up for me, Guys" Dean starts to drive off as Sam is still pulling his bag out of the car, teasing Sam. Theo laughs, her bag over her shoulder.

"Wait, Dean. Dean, you... Dean!" Sam calls but Dean drives off, leaving Theo and Sam standing watching him drive off.

"Come on, Sammy. Dean will be fine" Theo says, clapping Sam on the shoulder and starts walking to get them a room. Sam looks after Dean but shortly follows Theo. Later Sam and Theo are in their motel room, Sam is sat at the table on his laptop. Theo is putting her jacket on.

"Remember, Sammy. No answering the doors if someone knocks, not looking through the curtains and no brining a-"

"No brining any attention to myself" Sam looks to Theo with a raised eyebrow "I'm not a kid anymore" Theo ruffles his hair.

"I was actually gonna say no bringing any girls over, but that works too" Theo laughs. Sam rolls his eyes.

"Bitch" he says. Theo walks out and before closing the door she turns her head to Sam.

"Asshole" She closes the door.

Later, Theo walks up a set of stairs to a house and is about to knock "What am I doing? I don't do this. I don't make house calls" She walks away only to bump into a chest "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention-" Theo stops as she realises who it is.

"No, No it's fin- Theo?" The man asks.

"Daniel, hey. It's, um, it's been a while"

"Yeah, yeah it has" They smile at each other

"How you been?" Theo asks

"Good, you?"

"Meh, some rough days but that's life" Daniel laughs.

"Yeah, life's an asshole" He says and Theo laughs "Do you wanna come in for a bit. You know, catch up"

"I-I really shouldn't. I'm here with my brothers on a job"

"Oh okay, I guess I'm gonna eat all these marshmallows by myself then" Daniel says gesturing to the bag in his hand. Theo chuckles.

"You sure know how to please a girl" Theo sighs "I guess I could come in for a bit. My brothers wouldn't mind" Daniel opens the door and gestures for Theo to go first. She walks in. He walks into the kitchen as Theo goes over to a picture. In the picture is Daniel, a woman and a little girl, no older than 8.

"My wife and daughter" Theo turn around "My daughter, Alexis, is over at a friend’s birthday party. Lillian, passed away a couple of months ago. She, uh, fell down the stairs... God Alexis saw the whole thing"

"I'm so sorry" Theo smiles at the photo "She was very beautiful"

"She was" He smiles sadly. He clears his throat "Right, now where were we. Ah, I remember" He holds up a bag of marshmallows. Later the two are sat on Daniel's couch, laughing.

"So, there I am sleeping, next thing I know I'm being thrown into a pool by Dean"

"Well, you always did sleep in. I would have done the same"

"I would have overpowered you; Dean was just lucky" The door then opens and a little girl comes in. Daniel stands up and walks over to her.

"Alexis? Your home early, I thought the party didn't finish for another 2 hours"

"I was getting tired" she says. Theo stands up and walks over to the two "Who's she"

"I'm Theodora, an old friend of your dad's. But please, call me Theo"

"Are you here to replace my mom?" She asks.

"No, no, never. I wouldn't dream of replacing your mom"

"I wouldn't mind it. You'll have to do" Alexis whispers the last part. She then walks past the two and goes upstairs. The faint noise of a door shutting.

"Cute kid" Theo says, looking back at Daniel.

"She's been like this ever since Lillian died. I mean, she barely even smiles anymore"

"It's probably just shock, Daniel. I mean she did watch her mom die" Theo's phone rings. She looks down at the name "That would be my que to go. It was amazing to see you again Daniel" The two share a hug.

"It was great seeing you to. Here's my phone number, ring if you ever wanna go out to a bar or something" He says, writing down on a piece of paper before giving it to Theo.

"Hmm, I'll think about it" She jokes as she takes the paper. She walks out of the door "Stay safe, Daniel. Alexis too"

"You to, Theo" Daniel says with a smile. Theo walks down the stairs, as Daniel shuts the door, and answers her phone, not noticing Alexis from the top window staring at her as she walks away.

"Hello" she says.

"Theo, is Sam there with you?" Dean asks.

"No, I think he's still at the motel"

"You think? So where are you?"

"Just left a, uh, old friends place"

"Old frie- oh, that fitness trainer guy, Daniel. Right?"

"Yeah. I'm guessing you drove off to see Lisa"

"Yeah. Anyway, there is a job here"

"What is it?"

"You know that one freak accident we read about in the paper? Turns out there's four more that never even made the paper, all in this ... Morning Hill gated community. People falling off of ladders and drowning in their Jacuzzis all over the neighbourhood"

"Five"

"What?" Dean asks.

"There were five freak accidents"

"How do you know"

"Well, I talked with Daniel, his wife died a couple of months ago by falling down the stairs. Their daughter saw the whole thing. She came home today after coming back from a party, not a smile on her face. Poor kid"

"Something's up. Something these nice, big gates can't protect them from" Dean says. "Wait, a party, and she left early? Was she wearing a pink dress with bows in her hair?

"Yeah, actually. How'd you know"

"Because I think she went to Lisa's son’s birthday- wait that means your-" Dean leans forwards as he sees Theo walking far away from him "Hey turns left and look at the house with balloons outside" Theo looks over as she sees the house with balloons outside. A familiar black impala sat outside.

"Oh, hey. Well, that's a surprise"

"Yeah, and a coincidence.”

"Okay, uh, I'll go and get Sam and check it out"

"Want me to drive you?" Dean asks. "Nah, you stay with Lisa and Ben. I'll meet you back at the motel

#supernatural #older sister winchester #oc insert #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom

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00katrinka00 · 1 year

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Landcaster Legacy Gen 7 Update #29 Part 2

The play resumed, and it's prom night. Just like Luna and Eli in this scene, both Lacy and Owen wished they could have been dancing with each other.

Before anyone knew, it was time for the final scene of the play which only chronicled Luna's high school years. "'I just wanted to say Happy Birthday'" Lacy was reciting her lines. She could feel her heart pounding, being this close to Owen. Her brain was getting foggy.

"I like you, Owe-Eli," Lacy had to stop herself for a moment, she was finding it harder and harder to focus on her lines with Owen right there. "I really really do." "She's going off script," Jenna began to panic. "This is why I should have been the lead," Lauren sighed.

"Uh-," Owen paused not knowing what to say next. "Well, if you like me then you have to break up with Liam." he was over annunciating his words hoping it would cause Lacy to follow the script. "I can't, you wouldn't understand," Lacy leaned in a little closer. "It's complicated."

Before Lacy was even aware of what she was doing, she pulled Owen in for a very unscripted kiss.

"I think you need to leave, Luna," Owen said in a desperate attempt to get back on script. "What-" "Leave," with that the curtains closed. All of Lacy's sense seemed to pour back into her head, and when she realized what she'd just done, Lacy turned and ran away.

Owen tried searching for Lacy but couldn't find her. Instead, he had run into his older sister, Josephine and the rest of his siblings who had come backstage to congratulate him after the show "Awesome job out there!" Josephine exclaimed. "For absolutely no practice, it was fine"

"Why are you wearing makeup?" Owen's younger brother Max asked curiously "It's stage makeup little dude" he told him. "So, the lights out there don't wash me out" "Makeup is for girls," Max said "Anyone can wear makeup regardless of gender" Owen told him. "I should change though"

Lacy was hoping to avoid Owen backstage while trying to make her great escape, but she had no such luck. "Hey!" Owen exclaimed. "So a bunch of us are going out to eat at one of those 24hr diners, you want to come?" "I'm just going to head home," Lacy told him. "I'm super tired."

"Can we at least talk about that kiss then," Owen asked her. "What kiss?" "You've got to be kidding me," he rolled his eyes. " You went completely off script and kissed me out there, after rejecting me, and now you're going to pretend it didn't happen?" "I can't do this Owen."

"I like you," Lacy looked up because what she was about to say was easier if she weren't looking at him "I'll be honest about this, but I can't date you." "Can't or won't?" Owen asked holding his hands up. This whole thing was giving him a headache. "Both I guess."

"You know what," Owen finally said raising his arms in defeat. "I'm sick of whatever this game you're playing is. I'm done, if you want to be with me then you have to say something now, because I'm about to walk out." Lacy didn't say a word.

Without another word Owen pushed passed Lacy and headed towards the door. Lacy watched him leave as she wiped tears from her eyes.

Meanwhile, Janie was angerly waiting for Violet outside the school. "Where the fuck have you been?" Janie yelled. "So you are talking to me then," Violet held her hands up in defense. "Where the fuck were you?" "Lacy's play was tonight, I told you this," Violet said innocently.

"We made complete fools out of ourselves tonight," Janie was still yelling. "Showing up to the gig with no lead singer, I deserve an explanation." "An explanation?" Violet asked amused. "When you told me there was a gig, I asked to reschedule because I wanted to go to the play."

"I decided that coming here, supporting a family member was more important than our gig. We'll have plenty of those in the future" Violet explained "I've been thinking a lot recently, about the sim I want to be, and it's not someone who lies and blows off their family members"

Janie let out a sigh, "you're right," she said. "I am?" Violet was taken aback. "I mean, of course I am." "Just because I don't have a good relationship with my family doesn't mean you can't have a good relationship with yours," Janie told her. "I'm sorry."

"So, we're good?" Violet asked hopeful. "We're good," Janie agreed. "Great! Well, my mom was actually going to have a dinner party on Sunday, and she wanted me to invite you." "It'd mean a lot to you if I came?" Janie asked "It'd mean so much." "Then I'll be there."

#TheSims4 #TheSim4Gameplay #TheSims4Community #The Sims 4 Gameplay #The Sims 4 #LandcasterLegacy

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xoxo-bunnydumpling · 2 years

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There were four pregnancy tests hidden in my bathroom for two days. My husband had picked them up on a very weird midnight trip to Walgreens for cereal and didn't tell me. He didn't want to upset me, we hadn't been talking about babies. Not after what happened. He tells me today, after it's done, that he'd never tell a lady her business but it seemed a vital purchase. Seemed like the right time.

But it came to be that I skipped right over my period last month, and was "late" this month too and while it's not unheard of for a person to skip and not be pregnant...look, I'm not an idiot, I was just scared. Avoidant. It hurt so bad last time and I didn't even know until it was ending.

He's sitting in the dry bathtub fully clothed, curtain drawn, giving me as much privacy as he can when I insist he be in the room for this. I try to pee on the first stick, and my hands are shaking so hard I drop it before I can even get a stream going.

"Fuck."

"Are you okay?"

"Dropped it, Jesus H."

He hums. "Are you breathing?"

I start to. I count them. Go for a second test...and drop it in too.

"Whaaaat theeee fuuuuuuck?" I could cry now. My heart is beating so fast. I can't do this. Maybe I don't need to know. "I can't. I can't do it."

I am crying now, on the toilet, leggings pooled at my feet. It would be funny if it wasn't so pathetic. He throws the curtain open and looks so concerned, it makes me cry more. I love him more than I could ever say and I don't want to disappoint him. I don't want my body to betray him again, betray us.

He climbs out of the tub and onto his knees, reaching for a test and waving it around, talking with his hands like he does. "Okay, hear me out...this may be unorthodox but what if I hold it?"

"What if I pee on you?!"

"Is that a threat?" He raises his eyebrow and his smile goes crooked. "Baby, let me help you, please."

He closes his eyes for my benefit, and his hands don't shake...not the one holding the test, and not the one holding mine. If there was ever a more solid dude on earth, I don't need to know about him. I really hope I don't pee on his hand.

I tap his shoulder lightly.

"Done."

"Okay."

"Did I get you?"

"Somehow no. Good aim, Tex." He caps the test and lays it on the counter, and sits with his back against the tub, eyes closed again. "Come here when you're done. Don't you dare watch that test without me."

I'm in a dream swimming and I don't know how I remember to wipe and pull my pants up but I do. I take a seat between his legs and lean against him and let him wrap his arms around me...completely, gently, he's already trying to not squeeze my stomach. He has so much faith in this and when I look up into his face I see he's already decided he is going to protect this as long as he can. As long as it's there.

The timer on his phone makes us both jump, which also makes us laugh. I'm not ready so I bury my face in his chest and breathe him in. "I can't look."

He brushes my hair off my face, and cradles me like the baby we're waiting for. "Honey, whatever happens..." He can't even finish it. To suggest any other outcome would be a curse.

It has seemed, since I decided to get the hysterectomy that a clock has been ticking and that I've been watching the sun set on the possibility of having a child with my husband. Having asked my doctor if a pregnancy would be dangerous and having him say no...we didn't prevent it. We've gone on with business as usual, but the ticking has been so loud. Ever present. A little maddening. I don't know if I can take any more of it.

"Sweetheart, come with me. We'll look together. We'll be fine, I promise."

We get up, count to three. There are no blue lines to decipher, just the word "pregnant". Bless him for choosing digital readout tests, I couldn't do the mental math of pluses and minuses.

"Holyyyy shit." He's stunned, but smiling. It doesn't seem like he's going to say anything else. I can't even say that much, all I can do is cry. "Hey, you're okay. It's okay. I got you."

We stand like that for a long time. I'm folded into him while he rubs my back, and he doesn't shush me...doesn't try to stop my tears. It feels like such a long time we've waited for this and I have so many of them stored up. When I can speak, I tell him I love him, that he's going to be such a great papa...and then, he cries too.

"I'll need to get an appointment with my doctor..." He picks me up, and we're off like a shot down the hall. "Now?"

"Yes, they're open, why not?"

So I wait, fussing with a cotton ball and piece of tape stuck over where they drew my blood, for my doctor to tell me my hCG levels are not what they should be. Too low for when your last period was, just barely there, I'm so sorry. But he doesn't. He just lets Eli book an ultrasound for me because I can't speak again. Tells him, "we'll keep a close eye on it, do another blood draw in three days, but it looks good so far. Congratulations, guys...don't forget to cancel that surgery."

This makes Eli giggle. He's never been happy in here, ever...but today he's bursting with joy. "Probably a good idea."

When we get home we sit in the car and call Moses, who comes very quickly and races from his car to Eli's and immediately pulls my door open.

"What happened, you sounded so strange, why are you crying? Are you okay? Teddy, what happened...what the hell are you smiling for, weirdo?"

When we tell him, he immediately lays a hand on my belly, frantic. "Bunny...what?! A baby?! Fuuuuck, I love you so much. My god this kid's going to be so beautiful. I just can't...GET OUT OF THE CAR PLEASE SO I CAN HOLD YOU."

Over a dinner of just whatever is currently in the fridge we discuss if this is weird or not. Moses, at some point, timidly asks if we would like for him to be involved or if our time together has to draw to a close...and ends up crying when we tell him he's not allowed to go anywhere now.

"Was I ever?" He asks, while wiping his eyes on the sleeve of another very loud tunic.

Eli smiles at him, softly, fondly. "No fucking way. I'm keeping you both forever."

#hot librarian chronicles #husband material #pregnancy #time to have babies now #marriage #poly nonsense #family #we're having a baby yo

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yunhoiseyecandy · 3 years

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✕ 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞; 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞

✕ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

✕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢 ◆ 𝐟.𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✕ 𝐰/𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 𝟐.𝟓𝐤 — 𝟑.𝟎𝐤

✕ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥- 𝐟.𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞, 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠- 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

✕ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲

[𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭]

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲!!

@multidreams-and-desires , @latte-fairytaekwoon , @tinkerbellwoo , @hanatiny , @vocalyunho , @cloudyyeonnie , @little-precious-baby , @galaxteez , @sunshinesanflower

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you were never really one to believe in love, just the mere thought of falling so hard for someone making you cringe.

but despite your many efforts to block out all those confusing emotions, there was one person who just might’ve been your hardest catch yet,

song mingi

you remember the first time you walked into the small and cozy coffee shop, the smell of hot chocolate welcoming you as soon as you stepped inside. it was a quiet place that people went to either catch up with a new friend or work on things that they should’ve had done by now.

and more than often, you found yourself in the tucked-in corner next to the tinted windows, fingers grazing over the keyboard of your computer while you sipped on your coffee. which to you, meant nothing more than a late afternoon study session that had you on edge due to your professor’s late assignments that he’d sprung out of nowhere.

you found this little shop to put you at ease, which is exactly why you spent most of your free time here alone, taking in just how good it felt to let go every once and a while.

of course, you did bring a friend along with you sometimes, but they never seemed to appreciate all the little things you did.

the different kinds of people that would come and go, the way a chalkboard ran across a whole wall and people had an opportunity to write down how they were feeling that day. and one of the things you found most attractive about it here would have to be the selection of cakes and cookies they had on display at all times.

it made you feel like a kid all over again, and it didn’t help the fact that they let you taste test some of their newest additions. but that might’ve been since you’d visited them so often, which came to no one’s surprise.

but one thing you had never truly came to see, was the pair of eyes that lingered over you whenever the bell on the door would jingle at around four pm. or the small smile that painted their face when you sat down at your usual spot.

mingi had come to know you since you’d moved into the area, only ever making small talk when you ordered your usual coffee with three sugars and only a dash of creamer. it was like you made this job ten times better, but he wasn’t sure if he’d ever tell you that.

and as if you were reading his mind, the sound of a bell ran through the shop as you smiled warmly at him. he tried not to seem too happy about your presence, looking at you from the corner of his eyes to make sure you didn’t catch him checking you out.

his arm nudged san’s, nodding his head over to you so he knew to take your order. “dude, are you kidding me right now?” san said, his voice laced with amusement. “you need to talk to her, not me.”

mingi scoffed, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” but they both knew exactly what was going on, and mingi’s pride would never give in. he didn’t know what was wrong with him, he was usually the one to make the first move when it came to dating.

but there was something about you that made him shy, and he was starting to get confused about all his emotions. you were too pretty to him, and he was scared that if he said one thing to you, you would call him out and not want anything to do with him.

so he decided to do the one thing he knew he’d have a chance with; beg san to find out more information about you. though now that he thinks about it he made it easier for san to find a way to flirt with you, and that made him want to punch his best friend for even suggesting anything.

san looked at him, sighing when he saw mingi was trying to cover up how panicked he was inside. “fine, but I swear to god this is the last time.”

and so it was. mingi still remembers the way san asked you question after question, and he couldn't lie and say he didn't feel bad for bombarding you with them.

but it was worth all the cringey and awkward conversations because that night, about an hour past the whole in the wall shop closed down for the day, mingi sat across san with stars in his eyes as the older one talked to him about every he'd found out about you.

your favorite color, what you're going to college for, your hobbies, and just about everything he could fit in before heading home for the night.

it made a shy smile spread across mingi's face, and it didn't seem to leave. well, that is until he fell asleep.

but as much as he felt like he could talk about you all day, just going off of the things san said, it would make him feel even better if he'd actually be able to talk to you.

and not just from taking your order

"it's not that hard, man." he said to himself, a horrible attempt to use the small amount of courage he'd been saving up. "you've done this before, it'll be just like a walk in the park."

and now that he thinks back on the whole mess of a situation, he laughs at how shot his nerves were that day. considering where you both are today, it's like he'd been worrying over nothing.

as soon as you saw a glimpse of his red hair moving towards your direction, you felt a jolt of happiness in your body while you moved a piece of your hair out of your face.

you heard him cough, and you took that as him making you aware of his presence. "uh, it's y/n— right?" he said, his words coming out rushed even though hed told himself to be calm.

you turned your head to the side, hands playing with a napkin on the table. "yes, I am. can I help you?" you saw him shift uncomfortably onto his other leg, and he shoved his hands in his pockets while his eyes fixed on your lips.

"do you think we could hang out sometime? there's this really good italian place down that street that opened not too long ago.."

little did you know, that restaurant would end up being one of your favorites.

—

mingi's eyes fluttered open, taking in the light that was peeking through the curtains. he'd be freezing if it wasn't for the heavy blanket pulled over both of you, but he only really cared if you were warm enough.

it's been almost a year since you both had started dating, and if you were honest it's felt like much longer than that.

you were at the happiest point you think you'd ever been, and never in your life did you think someone like mingi would love you endlessly. it was a perfect match, and never in did it truly occur that people this perfect actually exist.

he felt your body dip into his touch, your back against his chest as he smiled warmly at you. "are you awake, baby?"

you groaned at him, not wanting to wake up just yet. his fingers traced shapes on your thighs, soon making their way up to your stomach and running over the stretch marks that lay on your skin.

"mm, mingi." your voice was low as you spoke to him, and you couldn't help the soft moan that slipped past your lips when his hand played with the hem of your underwear, teasing you.

you felt him smile against your neck, his lips soon attaching themselves to the skin below your ear and he kissed the area softly. "yes?"

without any more words, you grabbed the hand that was teasing you and pulled it up your body, slowly guiding it up your shirt and making his large hand squeeze your already hard nipple.

he caught on to what you wanted quickly, grinding into your ass while his lips and hand worked on your body slowly.

you'd always loved how his lips felt on you. whether it be on your own, your neck, or any other part you couldn't help but want more when he'd pull away.

and he knew what they did to you, which is why he always made sure to take his time kissing your body before anything else. "mingi, I need more."

a sharp gasp left you when he pushed the covers off of you both, moving to lay between your legs as he caught notice of what you were wearing.

it was one of his striped black and white shirts, only one button holding him back from adoring your body. "I don't remember saying you could use my clothes," he kissed up your stomach, "do you think I could have it back?"

you giggled, doing him a favor and slowly taking off the shirt all while keeping eye contact. he felt his cock grow harder when he saw the wet patch on your panties, and he couldn't help but spread your legs open as he layed down on his stomach.

"lay back," you did, but couldn't help and look down at him while he did what he does best.

his hands slid up and down your inner thighs, stopping once they reached the top of your underwear and pulling them down painfully slow. he'd always loved how sensitive you were, and it always made him so impatient with how wet you got when he's barely even done anything.

maybe it was because of how hard it was starting to get for him to control himself that he let himself go, or it could've been because he's always wanted to taste you, but without any warning his mouth connected with your core and he moaned into you.

"ah, fuck!" you moaned, throwing your head back as your back arched. at this point you didn't even care that your neighbors might hear you, and that thought left as soon as it came when he wrapped his arms around your legs, pushing you even harder onto his tongue.

your mouth was wide open, eyebrows furrowing when he slipped a finger in you as his lips closed around your clit, sucking on it harshly.

"so good, you taste so fucking good." his breath was hot against you, and a silent cry left your mouth when his finger curled up inside you.

you were close, and the more his movements sped up the harder it was getting for you to hold on. "mingi— I'm gonna cum-"

as soon as those words came out you regretted it, and you watched him pull away fast before leaning back on his legs.

but it's was impossible for you to get frustrated, because the view in front of you was more than enough to push you over the edge. his hand moved over the bulge in his shorts, slowly moving up and down as his head fell back.

"god, I can't wait to fuck you." his eyes roamed your body, taking in the way your hair stuck to your forehead. "hold your arms above your head, doll."

trying your hardest to ignore the slick that lined your inner thighs, your arms raised and you gripped the pillow covers while you watched him pull his shorts down.

no matter how many times you've had sex with him, his cock never fails to make your core throb with anticipation. the tip was bright red, and a vein ran from underside the base all the way to the tip. just the thought of tasting him had drool pooling in your mouth.

he took one of your legs and placed it on his shoulder, gripping your calf as he ground down into you. "you're always so good for me, and you never fail to make me weak,"

"my valentine."

he pushed in slowly, watching your every movement to make sure that you weren't in any pain. your eyes screwed shut, taking in the way he filled you up perfectly. it was like you two were made for eachother, a perfect fit.

his hips soon found a rhythm that had you both seeing stars, the only thing being heard throughout your shared apartment being your moans and his grunts along with the sound of skin on skin.

his skin was warm against yours, beads of sweat trickling down his chest and onto his abs the flexed with every thrust he gave you. "mingi, right there!"

he payed attention to the way you squeezed around him, not wanting to cum just yet and trying his hardest to feel you cum first. "you close, sweetheart?"

you nodded your head, unable to form proper words with the way his cock kept hitting your sweet spot. "f-fuck,"

your lower half felt numb except where you both met, and he dropped the leg that was on his shoulder so he could lean down and reach deeper inside you.

it was the way the tip of his cock hit your cervix multiple times that made your legs twitch, your body going numb as you came with a loud moan. it was too much for mingi to handle, and he could feel himself slip over the edge when you screamed his name.

his hips slowed down, pulling out of you and rolling on his back beside you. you were both exhausted, but as much as you wanted to snuggle into his chest and let sleep take over you, you both really needed to get cleaned up.

"I'll go turn the shower on," he said, kissing your lips and sitting up. you couldn't help but laugh at him, it was like he knew what you were thinking.

"thank you, mingi."

he could feel your eyes on him when he stood up and made his way to the bathroom, and some part of him made him feel all shy like he hadn't just ruined you five minutes earlier.

"if you keep staring at me like that, I might have to go back in for round two." he laughed out.

you giggled, pulling the blanket over your body, "happy valentine's day, baby."

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kpop---scenarios · 3 years

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Turn - kjn

Byun Baekhyun | Park Chanyeol | Kim Junmyeon | Kim Jongin

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Kai isn't very interested in Baekhyun's gift, until you make him interested.

"I need you to do one more," Baekhyun begs you through the shower curtain. You had just woken up and here he goes springing it on you.

"I thought you said you changed your mind on the fourth one?" You yell back, letting the water run through your hair.

"I did, but then he started acting like a fucking asshole and my guess is because he hasn't gotten pussy in a while." Baekhyun scoffs.

"What's wrong with him?" You ask, a little nervous for this one for some reason.

"Nothing is wrong with him, he's just abstaining and it's making him out to be a real jackass. Girls don't try hard enough to get into his pants. He rejects them once and they break down. I need someone strong and sturdy, like a mule." He says.

You peak out from behind the curtain. "I'm sorry, what?" You ask, less than impressed.

"Confidence wise." Baekhyun chuckles. "A confidence that is strong and sturdy, cause when he rejects you, you need to keep pushing. This one is important Ayn. I need you to fuck him, fuck him real good."

"Get out Baekhyun." You yell, desperately needing to finish your shower in peace but you had no issues with what he needed. You'd get it done, that's for sure.

When you finally left the shower, you met Baekhyun downstairs for some breakfast, so he could give you the instructions you needed to complete your, as he calls it, mission.

"So our friend Taemin is the owner of the club M. And inside there is an exclusive VIP room, called the Champagne room. That's where Kai will be drinking tonight.

"Kai? I thought you said his name was Jongin?" You ask.

"Kai is a nickname," Baekhyun says, waving off your questions. "Now, I talked to Taemin because he agrees that Kai is being a baby back bitch and said he would let you in to do your thing." Baekhyun smiles.

"Why do I feel like a prostitute." You sigh, placing your chin on your palm.

"You're not.. really. But I mean you're not getting paid for this so technically you're just sleeping with dudes.. as a favour for me.. that sounds bad."

"Stop talking." You sigh, standing up. "I will be at M tonight at 10 pm."

"Thank you, I owe you ones, I mean one, cause paying you would make you a hooker!" He finishes as you walk out the door.

Baekhyun sits there with a smile on his face. "That went well." He laughs.

That night you stood outside M in your sexiest pair of heels and your shortest dress that perfectly showed off your cleavage. You took a deep breath before you walked into the club, wondering how you ever let Baekhyun talk you into doing this shit.

Oh yeah, you remember, he convinced you with his cock.

You walk up a flight of stairs, before turning down the hallway to see a man standing outside the door at the end of the hall. You approach him and he looks you up and down before nodding approvingly.

"You must be Baek's.. friend." He says.

"I'm not a hooker." You clarify.

"Oh I know, although I'm unsure if Baekhyun knows because of the way he described you, you sounded like one." Taemin chuckles.

"He should just never talk. Ever." He groans.

"Anyways, Kai is in there and tonight." He pauses with a laugh. "He's feisty."

You give Taemin a slight nod as he opens the door for you, allowing you to walk into the empty room. You spot Kai immediately, sitting at a table alone but you don't go for him right away, instead, you walk to the bar, getting yourself a drink and lean against it while you sip, looking around the place.

Your eyes dart to Kai who chuckles to himself and sighs as he leans back in his chair, shaking his head. You finish your drink, walking up to where he sits. He turns to you, crossing his legs.

"So, must be my turn?" He says, looking unimpressed as he takes a swig of his drink. You cock your head to the side, smiling at him as he stares at you like he's trying to figure out your game.

"It is." You answer.

He chuckles again, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not interested." He tells you.

"That's fine." You say. "I just said I'd show up." You finish, sitting in the chair across from him.

"What?" He asks, confused. "No seduction? No promises of a handy 600, or a gorilla grip job, or whatever people call it these days." He says. "Cyclone hips 5000?"

"I'm sorry, what?" You laugh and then it dawns on you. "Ah, you've talked to Baekhyun."

"I have. He warned me he was sending a present, and I've talked to Junmyeon and Chanyeol who told me to just let it happen because you change lives." He says.

"I mean.. they're not wrong." You smile.

"Like I said, not interested." He says again, finishing his drink.

"And like I said, that's fine. But I've also heard somethings about you." You smile. "A nice, good, wet pussy really gets you going." You whisper, slouching in your chair a bit, spreading your legs. "And I've been wet since I arrived." You finish. You watch Kai as his eyes dart down, looking between your spread open legs, no panties, just pussy.

"Fuck." He hisses.

You stand up, walking towards him before crawling into his lap. You sit on his thigh, letting him feel the heat radiating from you, letting your juices coat his pant leg.

"If you want me to stop, just say the word and I'm done." You whisper in his ear, biting his lobe.

Kai lets out a small growl from in his chest, he picks you up and you wrap your legs around him. He looks at the bartender with hunger in his eyes. "Get out." He spits. The man quickly exits the room as Kai lays you on a couch, discarding his jacket as fast as he can. He pulls your legs open, falling to his knees as he buries his head between your thighs, licking a long strip up your pussy.

"So fucking good." He groans. Kai spreads your lips with his fingers, latching his mouth to your clit, sucking hard. You pull down the top of your dress, exposing your tits before taking them in your hands, squeezing. Kai begins to lick your clit, teasing the bud with his tongue as he inserts two fingers into your pussy, causing you to arch your back.

"Shit." You cry out, squeezing your tits harder.

Kai continues to suck and lick on your clit as his fingers pump in and out of you. Your orgasm builds quickly, his movements throwing you over the edge, making you cum hard and loudly.

"Oh my god." You scream as he keeps going, you come down from your high but he doesn't stop, his tongue and his fingers building another orgasm that makes you explode. Your chest is heaving as he pulls his fingers from inside you, sticking them in his mouth. His eyes meet yours as he licks his fingers clean, licking your cum off.

"I've missed good pussy." He growls. He stands up, unbuttoning his pants before pulling them down. You move to your knees, staring, the veins running along his large, thick cock make you want to have him fuck you so hard.

You place your hand on his shaft, pumping his cock a few times, making him throw his head back as he lets out some loud moans. You open your mouth, taking in as much of him as you can at once, hollowing out your cheeks. Kai groans at the sight of you taking his cock in your mouth, and the feeling of him going down your throat. You look up at him as he starts thrusting his hips, keeping his thrusts slow as he watches his cock go in and out of your mouth. His last thrust is hard, shoving himself down your throat, making your eyes water as his hands get tangled in your hair, keeping his rhythm while he fucks your face.

He pulls his cock from your mouth, standing you up and turning you around to bend you over the table. Your dress rides up, exposing your bare ass. Kai raises his hand and comes down with a hard smack, landing it right on your ass cheek before he lines his cock with your entrance, quickly pushing himself in.

"Jesus.. fuck." He grunts, his hand already grabbing a clump of hair to pull your head back as he snaps his hips, shoving his cock deep inside of you.

"Just like that." You cry, clenching yourself around him. Your eyes begin to roll as he keeps up with his slow but hard thrusts, pounding into you, making your body jolt forward.

"Good little slut." He grunts, pulling you up, flush against him. He continues to slide his cock in and out of you as his hand reaches around, cupping your breast before moving down between your legs to play with your clit.

Your legs begin to shake as your orgasm comes from out of nowhere, building fast. "Cum all over my cock." He breathes in your ear. You cry out, loudly as your knees buckle and you cum. You can feel it dripping down your thigh as Kai groans about how wet you are.

"Perfect fucking pussy." He grunts, thrusting again and again. "I'm gonna cum." He breathes.

"Cum inside my pussy." You cry out, reaching behind you to keep him inside you. "Cum in me." You moan.

Kai breathes heavily as he thrusts erratically, holding onto you tightly as he shoots his cum inside you, coating your walls.

"Fuck." He moans. "I've missed that." He breathes.

You both stand there for a few seconds, catching your breath. Kai pulls out of you, helping you sit on the couch as your legs wobble. He pulls up his pants, sitting across from you as you both laugh.

"Thank you, Baekhyun." He laughs.

A few weeks later, Baekhyun had texted you to come over because he wanted to talk. It was safe to say you were a little nervous but you went. You walked into Baekhyun's room and see him, Chanyeol, Junmyeon and Kai sitting there, looking at you.

"What's going on?" You ask.

"We want you, again." Chanyeol blurts out.

"Here," Junmyeon says.

"Now," Kai says.

"All of us." Baekhyun smiles.

You take a deep breath and walk into the room fully, closing the door behind you.

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stellarrmoon · 4 years

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Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby

Pairing: Bokuto Koutaro × fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Honorary Mention: name??? kink

Status: unedited

You were at a volleyball tournament that your cousin was playing at. You had to support him since you hadn't seen him in a year or so and his team was playing against the nationally known Fukurodani volleyball team. The actual game hadn't started yet but you were there early because you wanted to cheer him up before he had to go play.

"You're gonna do amazing, cuz. I believe in you!"

Your aunt's eldest son looked down at you with a smile, embracing you in a hug of gratitude. "Thanks, y/n. I hope we win but if we lose then we'll lose with dignity. The country's 4th top ace is in their team after all."

"Wait really? That's insane. I wonder what he looks like."

You didn't know that that curiosity of yours would be solved in the next 5 minutes. When it was time to go to the stands, you bumped into a quite beefy (in your words) person's chest and judging by the number 4 on the front of his shirt, you guessed that he was on one of the teams in the tournament.

"Hey, hey, hey, be careful, pretty lady." He had a pretty playful voice and you looked up to see a smirk on his handsome face.

"Oh. Excuse me, sir." You bowed your head and walked on when he stepped aside for you. But you couldn't help but look behind you as you continued your journey and the grey and black back of his head stayed in your mind the whole walk to the stands.

Once you got there, you saw that the teams were already on the court, in their huddles, getting themselves fired up for the match. People were cheering all around you for their respective teams and you called out your cousin's name in support. He looked up and found you instantly, putting a thumbs up in the air.

The Fukurodani team did a small warcry before dispersing to their positions and when you saw who their wing spiker was, your jaw dropped. The smirk that was on his face was a bit different that the one you saw earlier and as soon as the whistle blew, you figured out why.

The match was intense and while you were meant to be looking at your cousin, your eyes were stuck on the wing spiker, who you realised was the 4th ranked ace your cousin was talking about. He flew and slammed each and every ball that was set to him and after each spike, he let out a cry of victory. You thought it was quite attractive, seeing how fired up he got but at the end of the match, your heart broke a little for your cousin seeing how they were beaten 2 sets to 1.

"I'm so sorry, cuz, you'll get them next time."

You spent the next 20 minutes cheering him up and catching up with him before his team had to leave for their next match. Before you knew it, the tournament was over and you bid your cousin adieu as their team bus left for their home school.

"Was that your boyfriend, pretty lady?"

You gasped when a sudden presence appeared beside you. It was the beefy dude. Aka the wing spiker, ace and captain of Fukurodani. "Wow, when did you get here?"

"I've been watching since the other team entered the bus. Wanna answer my question?"

You shifted your position to face him and damn, you could've swooned right there. His nose bridge was perfectly straight and the only curve was the upturn between his nostrils. His lips were a luscious baby pink and his eyes a golden brown. Coupled with his confident aura, this man was hot.

"Enjoying the view? I don't blame you."

You smiled in amusement, "If you must know, that wasn't my boyfriend, that was my cousin."

"Oh, well that's good news for me."

"And may I ask why?"

He looked you up and down before biting his lip and saying, "That means you're free to take."

You couldn't help but get embarrassed at his statement and suddenly, you wondered why you hadn't called a taxi yet. "You're very... confident with your words sir."

"It's my specialty." He smirked again but this time, it was a bit lazy, which made him seem more attractive to you. "Are you waiting for someone?"

You got out your phone and started to call a local cab agency, "No, I've got to order a cab."

Unexpectedly, he gently took the phone from your hands and ended the call just as the number had answered. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I've got a car."

Even though you had just met this guy, you decided to accept his offer. He told you that his name was Bokuto Koutarou, which had a nice ring to it once you got used to the pronunciation. You told him your address and before you knew it, you were back home. "Hey, I didn't even give you directions."

"Well, sweetheart, that's because I live right next door to you." He said it so casually as if it was a mystery why you hadn't met each other till then.

"What?! Since when?"

"We moved in last month but since I'm always having practice, I usually come back home later than everyone else in the neighbourhood. Anyways, it was nice meeting you, pretty lady. I'll be sure to see you again."

You exited his car and walked to your porch chuckling at the odds. You had a feeling there was more to happen than you thought.

Weeks went by and it turned out that your room was directly across Bokuto's, which meant that you could wave to each other through your windows every morning when you got ready. He'd be wearing his uniform to go to his school and so would you when you saw each other before leaving.

He didn't take his car though, which meant that you couldn't get any more car rides from him. But it was probably for the best since you couldn't stop having dirty thoughts about him. It's how your day would start, seeing as you imagined having his school tie wrapped around your neck while he pulled you towards his face so you could-

See?

Sometimes you would have conversations through your windows but they were often short seeing as you were both in your final year and had to study for the last exams and for some reason, everytime he cut your chats short to go back to the books, it made your heart pound.

But it wasn't to say that it wasn't the same for him. Seeing you in that short, plaid skirt did something to him and he didn't particularly enjoy having a boner while going to Fukurodani High.

One day, he came back home early since there wasn't any practice and saw you changing through your window. Well, not exactly, but he could see your silhouette through your thin curtains and my, my, did he not almost drool.

You took off your shirt first and threw it on your chair, then your skirt came off next. The curve of your spine blended perfectly with the rounded shape of your butt and he subconsciously bit his lip while his eyes stayed glued to your form. He guessed that you were now only in your underwear and the thigh high socks you had to wear and his pants immediately felt tighter at the image. "Fuck."

Before you continued to take anything else off, he turned away and went to go have a cold shower. Deep down, he was nervous wreck. The confidence was natural to him but when it came to you... it seemed that it was wearing thin.

Only a few days went by and Bokuto caught you every time after school when you were changing. He felt like a pervert for using the short scene to masturbate every single night.

That saturday, your mother asked you to go take over some muffins to the house next door, because she had met the parents of the home earlier that week. You were fine with it until you realised that it was the Bokuto Residence and you would see... him.

Softly, you knocked on the door and unbeknownst to you, a shirtless Bokuto Koutarou answered the door. Both your eyes widened, his with shock and yours with embarrassment. He was sweating and you watched as a few drops travelled down his hard chest, six-pack abs and into his shorts via his very prominent v-line. "Woah..."

"Hey, hey, hey. Nice to see you in front of me again, pretty lady."

He propped his elbow on the side of the door so you could see his laterals and biceps become more prominent and you felt yourself swallow. "Uh- my, uh- mom. Cupcakes. Bring over. I–"

He took the container from you and opened it, while raising an eyebrow. Inside were red velvet cupcakes, with white, cream icing on top and they looled good so he took one. One bite in, he closed his eyes and moaned, "Mmm, sweetheart, that's delicious."

When he opened his eyes, they were lazier as he licked the icing on his lip off. "T-thanks. I'll tell her that..."

You left immediately after that and as soon as you entered your room, jumped onto your bed and screamed into the pillow. Even Bokuto heard it from his kitchen while finished his 3rd cupcake and he furrowed his eyebrows.

You couldn't believe you saw him like that. He looked so... hot. His black and white hair was drenched in sweat and instead of classically being styled up, it fell over his forehead. Not to mention his amazing body and the... the veins that disappeared into his shorts.

"What the hell? What just happened?"

You stared at the ceiling for longer than you thougt and before you knew it, it was nighttime. Looking over to Bokuto's window, you saw that it wasn't covered by curtains. His bedroom door opened and he plopped onto his bed without noticing you. You were about to greet when he flopped onto his back and suddenly, his dick sprung up in the air.

What. The. Fuck?

You were frozen in astonishment and it was worse when you saw his hand start to slowly move up and down his shaft. He was moaning softly from the little you could hear through the open window and before you knew it, he was thrusting into his hand. He seemed so desperate trying to catch his high that you clenched your thighs as you felt yourself get wet.

"Mm, fuck, Y/N!"

And he exploded. You saw his cum shoot up into the air before it landed somewhere, you didn't know the exact place but, as soon as it happened, you closed your curtains and went to your shower.

Bokuto heard the noise but when he looked back, nothing was out of the ordinary. Except... his window. Wide open. "Shit."

When you were done with your (cold) shower, you saw a text from Bokuto that read:

Bokuto Koutarou: Hey, did you hear anything weird today?

You: what do you mean?

Bokuto Koutarou: like... from my house.

You contemplated your answer before responding.

You: nope.

He left the message on read and let out a huge sigh of relief. Thank God you didn't hear him or else he would've buried himself alive.

Both of you went to sleep feeling weird that night; none of you knew of the rest to come.

On Sunday, you were home alone and suddenly remembered that your mom asked you to fetch your container from the Bokutos before she left on a business trip. "Oh shit!"

You went over immediately, without thinking of what you were wearing and knocked. Luckily, Mrs Bokuto answered the door but she looked as if she was leaving. "Hi Mrs Bokuto. May I please fetch my mom's container?"

"Oh, of course, darling. Me and my husband are going away on holiday for the week and we have to leave for the airport now so help yourself, please? It's on the counter. The kitchen is to the right."

With that, she exited her house and her husband followed with two suitcases on either of his hands. He smiled in acknowledgement and without any more time to waste, their white Lexus sped off.

Like she said, you helped yourself in and went to the said kitchen. You were glad it was easy to spot the container because it really was on the counter. But what you didn't particularly enjoy was freezing when you heard a familiar voice speaking to you.

"Hey, hey, hey, pretty lady. Any reason why you're in my house?"

You turned and saw Bokuto Koutarou leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Thankfully he was dressed today. "Bokuto. Hi. I'm here to fetch my mom's container."

"Oh. And here I thought you were here to visit me."

You smiled sheepishly and started moving forward, container in hand. As you were about to exit the room, he moved in front of you, arms still crossed.

"Um..." you stepped to the side but he followed you. "Can I get passed?"

"No."

"Wh-"

"You can't get passed. I'm tired of playing your games, pretty lady."

"Bokuto-"

"Koutarou. Call me by my name."

For some reason, his hostile behaviour was making you... horny? The way he crossed his arms so his jacket stuck to his muscles like a second skin; the way his jaw was locked as he looked down on you with his golden eyes. The way he towered over you with his legs apart, his stance mimicking that of a predator about to catch its prey.

"Go on. Say it."

You hesitated and stammered. Instead of you usual strong voice, his name came out as a defeated whisper, "Koutarou..."

He took the container in your hands and threw it into the counter so that it banged against the wall between the cupboards and the former. You flinched at the loud sound, but impressed with how good his aim was. He took steps forward which made you step back in turn. This continued until your back hit the island in the middle of the kitchen and you had nowhere else to go. "You know what I'm talking about right?"

It sounded more like a statement than a question. "No..." You had a feeling that:

"I know, y/n. I know you saw."

"Saw what?" You didn't know why you were still acting clueless because it didn't seem to be working. But what made you finally succumb to his interrogation was when he forced his knee between your thighs and pressed his body against yours.

It was hot. Or was it you? Maybe him? You couldn't think straight with his cologne engulfing you. "Mmm... just like you to get sll flustered. You know how cute you look when that happens? Now I'm going to give you one more chance to admit to your actions."

"I... I did see." You sighed.

"Mhm. Tell me what you saw, pretty lady."

You closed your eyes and went limp, "I saw you cum. When you said my name."

He grabbed your thighs and lifted you so you could sit on the counter of the island, situating himself between your legs. "And did you enjoy that, princess?"

"I don't know."

He squeezed your waist.

"I think you're lying." He moved his head so that his lips were by your ear. "You know what I hate? It's how you don't know how sexy you are to me. Look at you." He was speaking so lowly and slowly that you were hooked on his every word– it was making your pussy quiver. "You think you can come into my house wearing that thin fucking sundress?"

Suddenly, his other hand moved under your dress, caressing your thigh and stopped at the apex where he rubbed his thumb back and forth on the soft skin.

"You don't even have any panties on." You could feel his smirk against your ear. "It's like you knew you were going to see me."

He pulled back and you could breathe again. He walked away, his large back moving further and further away from you as he stopped his antics. "Bokut- Koutarou, wait!"

He stopped and craned his head. He had such a beautiful side profile.

"I did see. And... I liked it. I liked it a lot. In fact, I've fantasized about you so many times since we met and I can't take it anymore."

"So what am I supposed to do about that, sweetheart?"

"Bokuto Koutarou... please fuck me."

It sounded like a plea for help and honestly, it was all he needed to unleash himself. The next few moments were a blur for you because you went from being on the island to being in Koutarou's bed, watching him strip down to nothing without shame.

"Koutarou." You breathed when you saw his dick – it looked even bigger than before. Was that going to fit inside you?

"I'll make it fit, princess." He grinned and beckoned you over to him at the edge of the bed.

You crawled on all fours, feeling your dress ride up over your ass and it was met with cold air. So now you were face to cock with Bokuto Koutarou and it looked like you were about to know the true meaning of choking.

"You're staring at it like you want it in your mouth." He caressed your cheek and let his thumb run along your bottom lip, pulling it down before releasing it. His strong hand grabbed a hold of his hard shaft and you felt a sudden slap against your face. "Is that what you want, princess?"

He slapped you with his dick. Due to the size of it, it was a bit painful but instead of feeling offended, you felt your wetness drip down your thighs. It was still in his hand, but this time, when he moved it, he placed the tip against your lips.

"Hm? You want this cock down your throat?"

You were looking up at him with your pretty brown eyes that looked like they were tearing up and it turned him on to no end.

He leaned over and to your surprise, swiped his hand across your slit from behind, collecting a sticky puddle of your wetness in his hand and placing it on his dick. Your eyes widened as he coated his shaft with it while your lips were still on his tip. "I'm gonna need you to be a good girl for me and take my cock well, okay?"

You nodded without hesitation and finally, you opened your mouth. In went his dick and you gagged immediately at the shear size as it touched the back of your throat. It was already slippery due to the coat of your juices but one thing was prominent.

"Can you taste yourself on my cock, baby? Hm? Do you like it? The way you're slobbered all over my dick?"

You couldn't do anything except blow him. Your cheeks hollowed out as you took him in and out, and in and out. Eventually he had his head thrown back and he was moaning out every other word like "baby", "fuck", and "you're killing me, princess".

It was another 5 minutes before he had enough and he pushed you onto your back, spread your legs as wide as they could and dived into your cunt. "Fuck, Bokuto!"

He slapped your thigh hardly which led you to yelp, making you wonder what you did to deserve it. "I told you to call me by my name."

You understood him perfectly. But the way his tongue moved against your clit didn't warrant any say of his name, or any word, even. All you sounded like was "Mmm" and "yes" and "please"; it was music to his ears. He coupled his tongue movements with two fingers inside you. You were tight around them so that he could barely separate them but the way he curled them towards himself hit a spot you didn't know you had. "Ohhhh my God, Koutarou."

"That's right, say my name, princess." He growled against your clit. He started getting more aggressive as time went on and eventually, he started hitting you on your abdomen, your thighs, and even your clit. Your nipples were straining against your dress as you arched your back, feeling a particular knot get tighter and tighter.

"Koutarou, I'm going to-"

"Do it, baby. Cum on my face."

He sucked and fucked until you did as he said, hips locking as lapped his tongue along your slit while you rode out your orgasm. Your legs were trembling by the end of it but he didn't feel like giving you a break.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, princess." He said as he climbed over you, kissing you deeply and letting you taste yourself on his lips. His tongue entered excitedly and he moaned into your mouth. Your dress was long gone now seeing as he ripped it straight down the middle.

Your chests were pressed together so your boobs were against his pecs and it felt so good to you that you let out a small mewl. While he planted kisses and bites down your neck, you caught your breath and looked up to the ceiling to see... a mirror. There was a mirror on the ceiling and that meant you could see everything that was happening.

Your worn out face. Koutarou's back muscles rippling as he paid attention to your chest and neck; his ass that you could imagine gripping onto as he thrusted hard into you.

He stopped what he was doing and looked into your eyes, "Are you ready?"

"For what?- Ohhhhh." You looked at your own face through the mirror above as he slowly pushed himself in. The stretch of your cunt felt so good that it hurt and you couldn't help but cry. "Fuck, Koutarou."

"Say it again." He started thrusting, "Say my name again."

"Koutarouuuu." You droned out.

His hips moved relentlessly. It seemed that he was waiting for this for a long time and now you understood why. It felt so good. "I fit so perfectly inside you, princess."

As his dick slipped in again, he hit the spot from earlier except, it felt so much more intense. "Yes, Koutarou, do it again."

And so he did. He was moaning along with you, whispering dirty words into your ear and the deeper he went inside you, the closer you were to cumming. You pushed his shoulders up so that you could see his face and as soon as you made eye contact, he smiled. It was so devilish and hedonistic and it fit him perfectly.

He bit his lip as he looked down to see yourselves colliding. In, out. In, out. That's what his dick was doing. In and out of your squelching pussy and so easily, that he could've sworn that your hole was made for him. "Koutarou, I'm going to cum again."

"That's a good girl. Do it for me, princess. Cum on my cock."

He went back to thrusting deeply and languidly and as you watched his big form move above you, you went over the edge creamed with him inside you. "Oh yes, oh yes, Koutarou, I love it."

"You love it?" He asked as he pumped through your climax.

"Yes, baby, I do. Give it to me, more, please, Koutarou."

He groaned, "I love it when you say my name. Can I cum inside, princess?"

"You ca- do whatever you want, Ko- koutarou." You belted out as more orgasms overtook you.

"Say it again."

"KOUTAROU, MY GOD!!!"

That was what it took for him to cum inside you. He stayed in there for a while, sweat dripping from his chin onto your face. Your bodies were sticky and sweaty from his sex and it both of you were worn out.

"Koutarou..." you started but were interrupted by him pulling out and roughly turning you onto your stomach.

He pulled your hips up so you were face down, ass up and licked his lips when he saw your combined cum squeezing out of your cunt. "Round Two, pretty lady."

I guess, you were the only one worn out?

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We Met Within This Screen (chapt. 5)

[Donnie x fem reader]

sfw, chapt. 4 here

Just as Donnie had predicted, the night air was cold on his scales. Right upon leaving, Mikey brought up to Leo going in pairs this time, to cover more ground, he said. An extra thorough patrol. Donnie honestly couldn't make up his mind and so by then he was flying by the seat of his pants, not objecting to Mikey's plan, but also not agreeing. He doubted Leo would be convinced, anyway. They didn't do duo patrols that often.

"I was thinking we could split up this time, you know, me and Donnie, you and Raph?" suggested Mikey, closing the manhole behind himself.

"I thought you liked it when we're all together," Leo commented.

Donnie shot Mikey a look, trying to tell him to cool it, but he shrugged, "Come on, it'll be like some kind of training or...something," Mikey went behind Leo and shook his shoulders, "aren't you into that?"

Internally, Donnie facepalmed. Unless he actively tried to stop this, it was going to happen, wasn't it? One way or another, probably; it all depended on how Leo was feeling that night. Raph was indifferent. He didn't care whether they were all together or in pairs, just that he got to flex his combat skills some. If he could, he'd go out and do it on his own, even.

Leo looked around, considering Mikey's suggestion. "Okay," he agreed, eventually. "You and Donnie take East, Raph and I will cover the usual route and then—"

"No," Mikey interjected. Both Leo and Raph's brows furrowed as they stared at their brother. He motioned toward Donnie, "Me and Donnie can take that, you guys just go on ahead," he smiled. "You know I like checking out the skatepark!"

"No skating," Leo said.

"I'll just watch whoever's there, then." He pouted.

Raph snorted. "Yeah, make sure he actually pays attention, Donnie."

"As usual," Donnie sighed, and looked at Leo.

"Well, what do you think, Don?"

The decision is up to me?

Turns out it was his all along, but he wanted to feign innocence in saying that Mikey was the one to drag him through it. Easier to not take responsibility and let life happen at you rather than making a conscious effort, at times.

"I guess we can do that," Donnie answered reluctantly. He could have said no. Why didn't he? In the corner of his eye, he saw Mikey beam, giving him a discreet thumbs up.

"Alright, meet back here by four AM, and if either of you run into big trouble, call. We'll come," Leo said. "Same for us."

"Yeah, we'll holler for ya," added Raph dismissively. "And nah, a big dog doesn't count as trouble, Mikey." He sounded gruff, but in actuality, he was still chuckling to himself over that years later. After they got over being annoyed that he had called them from that far while they were on a supply run. Chased by a junkyard dog—some of their least favorite parts about visiting those places.

"Hey, it was mean! And way fast!" Mikey protested as they parted ways, them taking to the East and red and blue the opposite way.

As per course, Donnie and Mikey took their normal route, and his heart skipped a beat when they met the scene of their last run-in with criminals. Not because of them, no, but because of the familiar apartment building that was now more intimidating than he'd expected. They circled the area like they normally would have, but Mikey came to stop them on a roof just opposite of the complex, eyes searching each window. Obscured by the height of the building, he sat on the edge.

Donnie didn't know what to do with himself. He stood back a good ten feet, somehow paranoid of being spotted even though he knew it was not possible from their angle in the complex. Mikey was comfortable, and weirdly at peace as he sat there quietly on the edge, assumed to be waiting for his brother to make a move. But Donnie was stuck in place.

"What are you waiting for, D?"

The sudden question broke him from his stillness. It was true; he didn't know what he was waiting for.

"I—I don't know what you want me to do, what are you thinking?" Donnie asked in return, stepping back a little further as he noticed movement behind the curtains of a lit window.

"Get your phone out and talk to her," Mikey told him, waving his hand at the apartments. "What did we come out here for if you aren't gonna make it right, bro? Do some smooth talk, tell her you're sorry and you wanna get to know her better…"

"This is absolutely a ridiculous plan," Donnie said, though as if his hands had thought of their own, they reached for his phone, and a moment later he was looking at the messages. Still nothing. Radio silence on both of their ends. How would he approach it? "I'm sorry I went from hot to cold so fast. Please talk to me again." Too strong. "Sorry, can we get a redo?" Too casual. "I'd like to apologise for being a jerk." Okay, that's just not good. Reconciling was going to be as difficult as he'd thought it would be.

Mikey came over and looked at his phone screen and his brother floundering, thumbs stuttering across the keyboard, deleting the text, retyping it over and over again for perfection where he wasn't going to find any–

"I got this, let Love Doctor Mikey handle it," he said, taking the phone right from Donnie's hand.

"You've never been in a relationship, not even talked to anyone, how would you—"

Mikey shushed him. Donnie was going to snatch the phone away but he spun around, draping himself over his shoulder. "Just let me work my magic, dude!"

Donnie couldn't watch; he had to turn away. How sure he was that Mikey was going to say something uncalled for, something weird or bone-headed, and the wait was killing him. What if she didn't even respond? Was that better than doing damage control for Mikey's shenanigans? For someone usually decisive, he could not for the life of him make up his mind about what he wanted at that very instance.

The phone vibrated.

Mikey cheered. "Got her on the line, now you just gotta reel 'em in," he grinned, handing the phone back to Donnie.

"Hey :/

I thought you wanted to stop?"

Mikey kept trying to lean over to catch a glimpse of the screen, but Donnie felt that it was a personal moment, so without skipping a beat, he activated the electric current in his staff and poked it behind him into his brother's plastron.

"Fine," Mikey whined. He stepped in one last time, "But don't hold out on me here!"

Trying to find an graceful way to patch this all up, Donnie replied:

"I apologise for that, and I know you probably want an explanation, but it's hard to explain

Moment of weakness?

I guess...

Anyway. I'm not expecting you to suddenly be cool with it, if you don't want to talk to me I understand

Sorry."

Mikey noticed Donnie's dismal expression and he mellowed out accordingly, standing close but not putting a hand on him, nor saying anything. He didn't watch the phone, but Donnie's face and slumped shoulders. He'd thought it would have been going better by now.

"I won't lie, I'm still confused

But if you're going through something, I'm right here for you

Don't worry about it. Just don't give me a spook like that again, I thought it was me

lol

Okay it's not funny but this is a little awkward"

Donnie's heart sank reading that. He'd made her feel bad, even question herself over his problem. Never had he wanted to make her think it was her that drove him off.

"No, no, it was never you

Again, I can't really explain…

Is it okay if we just try this again?

I understand if not."

"Jeez Bo, I already said it's alright

I WANT to keep talking to you, you're cool

So let's forget about it, yeah?

Friends again :) "

And like that, his heart took a leap. A smile slowly spread across his face, and without looking away from the screen, grabbed Mikey by the shell, pulling him toward. "Look at this!" he exclaimed.

"You see it too?" he quirked, pointing at the apartment complex across the road.

Donnie paused and looked over his shoulder at him, "What?"

On one of the balconies sat a lone girl, on her phone, and if Mikey looked hard enough, he could see a smile. Definitely a smile.

"Ah!" yelped Donnie quietly. He scurried back against the wall of the attached building behind him, as far as he could.

"Dude! Come on, this is perfect!" Mikey nudged him, and when he didn't hop up onto his feet, dragged his brother near the edge of the roof. Donnie was boneless but unwilling, his mind stuck on the fact that she thought he was cool. Him, cool. Was he? She didn't know even the half of it. She didn't know he was a martial artist, technically a genius, and that he'd gone against some of the worst the city had to offer. And without that, she still thought he was cool, as an average guy.

As average as what my circumstances will allow me to be.

Feet dragging all the way, Donnie's stomach did a flip as they met the ledge, peering carefully over it in a crouch. They were prone, watching the girl who was completely unaware of their presence. He was, simply put, enraptured, for a second there, studying her features as much as he could from where they were. The details of her face were not distinct due to the distance, but he could tell she was both nothing like he'd imagined and so much more. For once, he didn't immediately question the validity of the situation; there was no "it could be a coincidence", or "it's too unlikely that she would be out just as they were". Not right away. But it hit him when Mikey spoke.

"You're so lucky, D," he said wistfully. "Really." Head rested on his forearm, his gaze fell on not one thing, but the whole scene, a somber smile gracing him. He was excited, happy for his brother. But deep down, Donnie knew that though Mikey wasn't envious of him in a resentful way, it had to have stung to witness such a thing unfold for someone not himself. Their youngest had always craved connection the most. He looked away from the girl, "I wasn't gonna let you throw away an awesome chance, was I?"

Releasing a heavy breath, Donnie crawled away from the edge, but his eyes remained on that balcony. It was weird to watch someone who didn't know they were being watched. Not in that context.

"I...guess I may be," Donnie responded. But it would only get more complicated from there. His phone vibrated, breaking his trance, and the message he found read:

"Anyways, with that out of the way, what are you doing?"

Just watching you from a roof, nothing much, Donnie thought.

"Currently out enjoying the night"

"Isn't it kinda cold?"

"What about you?"

He knew what he meant, because he was there watching her as a chilled breeze rolled through, but she told him she wasn't doing anything. Only relaxing and talking to him.

It took him a few minutes to get his bearings. To know that he now had tangible evidence that she was a girl, an ordinary person, and that said person really thought he was cool. Worth the effort. He felt exceedingly difficult for not being able to give her a rightful explanation, but comforted by the fact that he wasn't being demanded of one. He felt light. Almost weightless, with Mikey next to him instead of his other cynical, skeptical brothers. For a moment, he had nothing to worry about.

From across the roof, he could still see the yawn escape her mouth. Probably an indicator that it was time to wrap things up. He didn't want her to stay up too late; it was already odd that she was up at such an hour, almost two AM, but glad nonetheless.

"Are you tired?"

"Yeah

I think I'm gonna hit the hay

So goodnight, Bo

Talk to you later (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞"

She got up, leaning on the railing which faced them.

"I want to stay up with you but—"

Donnie sucked in a sharp breath as she looked up, just barely able to see from underneath the balcony above her. He snagged the strap on Mikey's shell and yanked him back with him away from the edge of the roof, taking cover behind the wall.

"Shit," hissed Donnie, "do you think she saw us?"

These shells, they make us look so big!

"Relax, bro, even if she did, it was only a little bit. Besides, we could be anyone from this far, they don't have pigeon vision."

"You mean 'eagle vision'?"

"They're both birds!"

Donnie deadpanned and peeked over the wall. She'd gone in. Three minutes later, he hadn't gotten any texts yet about something weird on the rooftops, so he could finally relax, groaning lightly. "Too close," he breathed out, "Mikey, we need to go, Leo's going to notice we're not back in time if we don't hurry up and get the rest of this route done."

"Already on it," he whooped, vaulting onto the next roof.

As Donnie was scaling the wall of the attached building, he felt his phone vibrate, and curious, he checked it one last time before getting on his way.

"One question before I go

You ever see stuff you can't explain but even if you did you'd sound crazy?"

Oh, no.

"No, I don't."

Chapter 6

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Collide [Teaser] ~ a JJ Maybank x OC fanfic

Warning: cursing, bad grammar, not prof read

A/N: I left tumblr for a while to take a break from everything and decided to write in my free time and came up with this, dont worry I’ll get right to answering your guys ask just wanted to share this

Paring: JJ Maybanks x OC

Word count: 18.1K

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The sun peeked through the curtains of the chateau,making me squint before rolling over and tucking my head deeper into the pillow groaning deeply as i heard a a low chuckle and John b’s voice echoed through the house seemingly louder then it was,

“Morning Sunny,” he said laughing at how I rolled myself deeper into the makeshift bed as he headed outside, most likely to chill on the hammock. I grumbel to myself and sat up, rubbing my eyes before I leaned back, stitching my back, hearing a couple of pops before sitting up and cracking my eyes open. Swinging my legs over the side of the couch, setting my feet on the trash covered ground moving an empty beer can with my toe so i could set my foot down. Standing up, letting my shirt that i had wore yesterday fall back over my jean shorts as i stretch my arms up above my head letting a small tremor roll through my body while my muscles finally woke up, i let my arms drop back down letting a small sigh out before shuffling into the kitchen, around the bar counter heading straight towards the fridge, pulling the door open leaning down before reaching my hand in shuffling around past the cases of beer looking for something a less likely to edge on the headache was already starting to form in the front of her head. I set my sights on the orange juice that was near the back of the fridge, grabbing the neck of the bottle dragging it out of the fridge,praying it isn't out of date. Knowing the boys it most likely was but hey why not be an optimist right? I turned leaning my hips onto the counter unscrewing the cap and bringing it to my lips, before tipping it up taking a big swig. I can say that was the worst decision i made that day, i quickly leaned towards the sink spitting it out as fast as i could quickly turning on the sink, sticking my face under the faucet bringing the water into my mouth swishing it around before spitting that out leaning back up head still tilting down towards the sink. I reached up my arm and shut the sink off before grabbing the bottle of orange juice and emptying it out in the sink. All i can say is fuck optomistic people they are crazy and dont know the fine line betwen optimisum and insanity. I let out a grumble as I worked my way around the chateau, thinking I could just take a walk to the store and grab a tea or something that was actually digestible. I grumbled to myself as i suffered to the guest bedroom in the chateau, before slamming my fist against the door a couple time,

“ i left my wallet in there so i'm giving you 3 seconds to get decent then i'm coming in for it “ i say loudly, my voice still scratchy from the lack of sleep i had gotten last night. thanks to the pogues party habits it was hard to get sleep during summer, not that i minded i'm always down for a party, the aftermath still sucks major ass let's be honest. I grab the handle turning it quickly pushing in the door and walking in the room quick heading straight for the dresser near the window spotting my wallet easily i swiped it off the dresser turning on my heels, my eyes were meet with the blue ones of jj, him and another girl, i hadn't seen this one before and i didn't really care enough to stay and figure out what she looked like. I simply smirked knowingly at jj before waving off his wink strutting out of the room, closing the door on my way out. JJ and i have a odd history i can tell you that, but that never stopped us from being close, we had a lot in common when we had first meet and had remained close ever since, maintaining a almost more than friendly relationship but never anything more than a flirting glace was ever shared between us. I head back to where i had made my makeshift bed, plopping down on the bead throwing my socks and shoes that i had put beside the bed on, placing my wallet in my back pocket and snatching my phone of the ground by the pillows before strutting out of the house, seeing john b. peacefully sitting on the hammock,

“Your going to poison people with the shit in your fridge, i'm going to the store to restock i'll be back in a little” i call out to him, seemingly starling him out of whatever thought he was in.

“Can you grab some skinny pop?” he called back sitting up, i put my thumb up in the air so he could see as i walked off towards the store already lost in my own thoughts. Before i knew it my feet had brought me to my destination, snapping me out of my tance of scrolling through instagram lost in thought. I looked up from my phone, tucking it in my back pocket and grabbing my shitty old leather wallet i had gotten from my dad for my 14th birthday decorated with pins from where he traveled do for his gigs, him being a famous musician and all he wasn't always home leaving me to do whatever i wished, he would text and tell me to be safe but other than hard drugs and teen pregnancy he was fine as long as whatever i did i did it safely or told him before or after doing it. He is just chill, and we got along great because of it. I pushed the door open causing the bells on the door to jingle, and a faint

“Hello, let me know if I can help you find anything” from the direction of the counter. I let out a small hum, giving a closed mouth smile in that direction, heading to the snack aisle, grabbing two bags of skinny pop, a bag of nacho doritos, and a bag of salted almonds, before heading to the drink aisle grabbing 6 arizona teas, and two snapples for myself knowing that a snapple can fix a hangover if mixed with a vitamin c packet, correctly that is. I shuffled back up to the front, gently putting everything up on the counter, looking up smiling at the boy at the counter, he smiled back before scanning my items quickly,

“wait “ i called out louder than expected making him flinch and look up, i quickly stuck my hand in back pocket pulling out the lump of yarn unfolding it revealing a crochet bag, widespread between each knots, holding it out the the young boy before smiling,

“Can you put my stuff in here? You know how bad the pollution can get with those plastic bags and the ocean” i giggled as he nodded slowly gently taking the bag from my hands, smiling a small smile at me before loading my stuff up and telling me a price, i fished out the money and payed him before grabbing my bag slinging it over my shoulder and walking out of the store, heading back to the chateau.

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When I arrived back at the chateau, John b. Was still laying out on the hammock, i gently walked over to him , reaching into my bag and pulling out a skinny pop and handing it to him, before smiling as he tore it open like a starving child and dug in,

“Thank you” he said popcorn bits flying out of his already full mouth, causing my nose to scrunch up in disgust, i simply shook my head and headed back inside waving at him. As i walked in the house i saw kie still asleep on the couch, i giggled quietly at her before moving around the couch heading to the kitchen to find pope searching the fridge,

“Dude don't bother i already tied and got poisoned by the orange juice” i giggled setting the bag of snacks on the counter grabbing two arizona out and pushing the bag towards him, pope turned and examined the goods before grabbing the bag of doritos and a snapple, before smiling at me

“Thank you, you are truly and life saver” i giggled at the comment before heading back to the spare bedroom to see the door open, i strut in to see jj leaning back on the pillow hair a mess, no shirt just his boxers barely covered by the thin sheet on the guest bed, his vape in his hand.

“Sup loser, i brought you sum tea” i said to him strutting to the side of the bead he was on, holding a hand out with the tea in it, jj looked up, his ocean blue eyes meeting mine before a sly smirk spread across his face,

“Come ‘ere” he said grabbing my waist pulling me down onto the bed, both of erupting into giggles as i land on my back next to him his torso still leaning over me, his hair dangling down, framing his face perfectly, his dimples in his perfectly tanned face,his- NO damit sunny stop it he's your friend, i had noticed both of our laughter had died down and we were both just smiling at one another. I scrunch my nose up before dropping the Arizona in one of my hands before using it to shove it his face away from me groaning at the smirk he gave me when he leaned onto his side, raising his eyebrows at me.

“Just shut up and drink your damn tea” I said , handing him one. Grumbling to myself as i popped the lid of mine open and took a sip from it, i sighed laying back onto the bed and closing my eyes just enjoying the sounds of nature , and jj gulping down the cold beverage like no tomorrow, i sighed, rolling over to the side of the bed, swinging my legs over the side looking down when my feet hit something thin and soft. My eyes gaze down to see JJ's muscle tee laying on the floor, sighing. I reach down, swiping it off the ground and balling it up. Turning slightly to see JJ scrolling on his phone and a crushed, now empty, Arizona can sitting on the bedside table beside him. I ball up his shirt before throwing it with a little power behind it, it flew through the air and fan itself out as it plopped on his head causing him to pick off the piece of clothing on his head and give me a look of confusion.

“Get dressed i'm sure everyones ready to go out on the water for the day already and you're lagging” I say standing up and flashing him a smile before heading back to the kitchen to get some chips before the other pogues ate them all.

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Gateway Drug | Part Seventy-Three

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“I am going to kill you!” I shout, chasing Stevie and Slash over the hotel beds with Duff eventually tackling me when they lock themselves into the bathroom.

“You’re the one who ate the brownies, Viv! It’s common sense not to do that!” Steven tells me from the other side of the door.

“Your ass is grass and I’m going to mow it!” I yell back.

“No one’s mowing ass!” Duff tells me. “We’re just gonna wait for it to pass." He says in reference to my inevitable high.

“I’m gonna puke.” I insist, pushing him off of me.

“D-Do you feel sick?” He asks me, worried, and I open the door of the bathroom, Steven and Slash peeking their heads out of the shower from behind the curtain.

“No, I’m gonna make myself throw up so I don’t trip balls.” I explain.

“Ew.” Slash mumbles.

“Viv, no, it won’t be that bad.” Steven assures me as I kneel over the toilet, and Duff pulls me up.

“It’s not like it’s gonna kill you, Viv, alright, just stay in the room and let it run its course. Don’t do that to yourself.” He tells me, motioning to the toilet and I raise my brows.

“Just go lay down and relax.” Slash adds.

“Fine.” I state, stepping out of the bathroom.

"So, you've got this handled." Stevie starts to Duff.

"Yeah?"

"We're going back down to the bar." Steven declares, pulling Slash to the door with him.

"Dude, what? They were your brownies." Duff tells him.

"That she ate without asking." Steven points out.

"I was hungry!"

"Then you go to McDonalds! You don't eat brownies you find in our room!" Steven replies.

"Alright, okay, you two go. I got this." Duff sighs.

"Thank you. Bye." He replies and they leave us, Duff shutting the door behind them as I lay down, getting under the covers and turning the TV on, Looney Tunes playing as Duff steps to the bed.

"You can go back downstairs, I'm sure I'll be fine. I don't even feel anything." I mumble and he looks at me, pointedly.

"No, I'm staying." He states, taking his jacket and boots off, getting in to bed with me, sitting up against the headboard as I lay my head in his lap.

A few minutes later, I'm getting out from under the covers because it's rubbing against my skin too hard.

"You okay?" Duff asks me when I go to pull my shirt over my head.

"My freaking skin hurts." I reply and he raises his brows.

"It's the brownies."

"It's not the brownies." I reply, suddenly freezing when I make eye contact with Daffy Duck, catching him staring at me through the TV, and feel feathers against my fingers.

"What're you doing?" Duff asks me and I realize I'm rubbing my finger tips together on both hands, and when I look at him, another realization comes to mind.

"If you combine 'Daffy' and 'Duck' you get 'Duffy'." I tell him and he raises a brow.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Or 'Dack'. I feel like this is a perfect time for you to tell me my favorite joke." I tell him and he raises his brows. "'Paint my house'." I mock his voice, giggles consuming me once I'm done and he laughs with me.

"Viv--"

"--I'm kinda hungry."

"You ate five brownies, babe." He reminds me.

"Pot brownies don't count as food." I state, reaching for the phone. "I'm getting room service."

"No, no," he stops me, chuckling, grabbing the phone from me. "You do not want to get food while you're high and hungry. You'll order stuff you've never even heard of and we'll be murdered for running up the bill."

"We can just get Doc to pay for it." I shrug, going for the phone in his hand.

"Which is why it's not a good idea." He explains.

"If he gets his panties in a wad over room service he can just eat a brownie and he'll feel fine." I snatch the phone from him and dart for the bathroom.

"Vivian, baby!" He calls, opening the bathroom door before I can close it but it's too late, I'm dialing the number for room service, swatting Duff's hand away, though the movement seems as if it's delayed--at least my vision is delayed, or my mind, I don't know.

"Hello?" The man on the other line picks up and I furrow my brows, the fear that he knows I'm high infiltrating my mind. "Hello?" He repeats and I hang up and drop the phone.

"What if he tells my parents?" I ask myself, trying to stay calm as anxiety rises.

"W-What?" Duff asks me, confused.

"Dad will kill me. Mom--oh, God, mom will never let me live it down." I push past him to pace in the room and he furrows his brows.

"Viv--"

"--How do I even begin to explain to my parents I'm on drugs. Does pot even count as a drug? It's natural--so is fucking arsenic but do you see anybody putting that shit in brownies?" I ask myself. "I'm going to hell." I conclude, tears coming to my eyes. "I'm going to hell." I repeat, my voice cracking.

"Viv, you ate them on accident, you're not going to hell for accidentally getting high."

"I want Nikki." I say next, my heart beat beginning to hammer.

"If he finds out you're like this, we could get in trouble, Viv." Duff tells me.

"I want Nikki." I repeat, my breathing getting more frantic.

I stare at Fred, Doc, and Rich Fischer...and Bob Timmons, rolling my jaw as they look at me pointedly, waiting for me to say something in response. Anything.

“Are you gonna say anything?” Doc finally asks me and I lick my lips.

“What the hell am I supposed to say, Doc?” I ask him, furrowing my brows a little. “I-I’ve tried to talk to him about it a million times the past three years and he refuses to acknowledge he has an issue.” I state.

“Because he feels like he’s got nothing to lose.” Doc informs me. “I know you two aren’t on good terms, anyway, but, Vivian, we can’t have one of our guys nearly falling out on stage on smack. That’s not good press.”

“Since when the hell do we care about good or bad press?” I laugh humorlessly.

“Since I don’t want Nikki to fucking die on this tour.” Doc snaps.

“Can’t make money off tickets if the bassist dies and there’s no band to tour, anymore, right?” I ask him, poking my lip out sarcastically for a moment and he glares at me.

“I’m not in it for money.” Fred cuts in, seriously, a genuine look of worry on his face. “He’s like a brother to me. I’m not fucking in it for the money. I just don’t wanna see him dead.”

“We’re already getting a divorce so what the hell is it gonna do to threaten divorce if he doesn’t stop shooting up?” I ask them, raising my brows.

“I promise, it’ll get his attention.” Fred assures me.

“Do you know something that I don’t?” I cut my eyes at him. “Because all I’ve heard is how ready he is to get away from me and be free.”

“Just talk to him.” Fred ignores my question, which confirms that whatever shit Nikki feeds me about wanting to leave me as soon as possible is all bark with no bite behind it.

“What’s in it for me?” I ask them.

“The gratification of knowing you’re doing what Jesus would do.” Doc sarcastically replies.

“Jesus would exorcise him.” I bite back.

“I promise we haven’t ruled that option out yet.” He sighs out.

That was the first of many “what’re we going to do about Nikki?” meetings on that tour. Nikki had gone on high as hell--thinking no one noticed--and nearly passed out after flipping down the stage and taking way too long to get back up, and when he did get up, he nearly fell off the stage and could barely keep his eyes open. They had to remedy his stupor with a few bumps of coke during Tommy’s drum solo.

He got up in arms if anyone tried to confront him about it, brushing it off like he was just really tired that night, so they called me up to bat.

I guess they forgot I couldn’t talk to him about anything without it turning into a fight--especially not about his heroin addiction.

"So, even though we're separated and he's your client, you're leaving it up to me to convince him to get sober?" I clarify.

"He's not doing himself any favors, Vivian, you know that. This isn't just affecting your marriage." Doc tells me.

"Um, yeah, I've been trying to tell you that for years now but the second it turns into him risking the loss of money going in to your pockets you're all about getting him some fucking help." I snap, standing up. "Thank you for confirming you're the piece of shit I was afraid you were."

"Vivian, wai--"

"--Go fuck yourself, Doc. You're lucky I don't fucking fire you."

I leave the meeting with Fred at my heels.

"Viv, wait." He grasps at my wrist and turns me to face him, making me flare my nostrils with frustration.

"I'm not talking to him, Fred."

"Vivian, he's more likely to listen to you than any of us."

"Are you kidding me?! He'll laugh in my face!" I give up and raise my voice, hoping it'll get my point across since they seem to not understand english when it's spoken calmly and quietly.

"Viv, just try it. Just once. Please." He begs.

"Fine."

I already felt like it was my job to fix him, and having that responsibility of being the only one capable of getting Nikki to slow down only added to that burden that I knew right away I'd be unable to bear but tried to do so anyway.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I was locked out of mine and my husband's room. I accidentally left the key in there before I left and he doesn't have his with him, either." I tell the receptionist at the front desk of the hotel.

"Do you have any ID?" She asks me and I pull out my license, smiling.

"Here you go." I show her. "Vivian and Nikki Sixx, but the room name is probably under Doc McGhee." I add and she flips through bookings for a moment before she nods.

"Got it." She tells me, opening a drawer and pulling a spare out.

"Thank you." I tell her politely, taking the key and heading to the elevator.

"Enjoy your night." She replies.

"Thanks, you too." I grin to myself mischievously, ready to piss on Nikki's parade.

I get up to his room and unlock the door, smelling sweaty clothes, vomit, possibly urine, definite shit, semen, smoke, heroin, and coke.

"Ew." I mumble, seeing that he is nowhere to be found.

I immediately start shuffling through his things, every pant pocket, every compartment in his suitcase, under the bed, in the drawers, under the mattress, in the pillow cases, in the bathroom, the closet, under the dresser, under the TV stand, the night stand, behind the bed, behind wall paintings, everywhere, and find absolutely nothing.

"You've got to be kidding me." I say to myself, looking at the disheveled room. "If I were Nikki Sixx where would I hide my stash?" I say next…an idea popping into my mind. "The last thing I'd think anyone would suspect I would even touch." I answer myself, going back to the nightstand drawer, opening it back up to see a bible.

I open it and find the jackpot.

I don't know where he found the time to hollow it out and put a baggie of china white and a small bindle of coke inside but I don't have time to think about it.

"Really should have taken the expensive stuff with you, baby." I state, taking the china white out and pouring the powder into the toilet before throwing the baggie away, doing the same with the coke.

I go to fix everything the way I found it but I'm stopped by the sound of the door knob being unlocked.

I dodge into the closet, shutting the door as best as I can, hearing the room door swing open, and the sound of Nikki stumbling in, laughing while another woman giggles, making my heart hammer in my chest.

"What's wrong?" I hear her giggling come to an abrupt stop.

"I don't feel good, take a rain check." He brushes her off, and I hear him walk around the room, probably noticing it looks like a tornado hit it, worse than how he left it.

"I thought we were gonna have some fun, though." I hear the pout in her voice.

"I'm sure Vinnie would take you up on that. He's across the hall." He sounds even more disinterested by the second, aggravation in his tone, but I don't believe it's because her.

"Fucking rockstars." She complains, stomping out and slamming the door.

"I can smell your perfume from here, Viv." He says, and I hear him kick some stuff out of his way before the sound of him sitting on the bed.

I roll my eyes and step out of the closet, smiling at him innocently.

"What the fuck are you doing in here? How'd you even fucking get it?"

"I got a key." I inform him.

"What are you doing here?" He asks again and I go to speak but can't, not knowing what lie to come up with.

I hesitate for too long, giving him too much time to think about it.

"Oh, you didn't." He sneers, before quickly walking to the nightstand, opening the drawer and grabbing the bible before he opens it to see it's empty. "God damnit, Vivian!"

By this time I'm already almost at the door, within arms reach, but he's rushing to me and grabbing my hair, pulling me back, causing me to cry out before he's shoving me to the bed.

"Where did you put it?!" He demands and I take deep breaths, staring at him.

"I flushed it." I admit honestly and his face turns red, his fist balling up at his sides.

"You did what?" He shakily asks again and I sit up.

"I. Flushed. It." I repeat.

"Do you realize how much money that shit costs?!" He outbursts and I move to get off the bed, but he grabs my arm roughly so I can't get away.

"Let go of me." I warn him, trying to get out of his grasp.

"Answer me!" He barks at me.

I don't say another thing, my foot jutting out to kick him off of me, hard.

"Trust me, I know how much money that shit costs because you've been prioritizing it over our other finances for the past five years!" I argue back.

"You fucking bitch!" He screams as I go for the door again.

"You strung out junkie!" I yell back.

The lamp shatters against the door when he throws it, the only light in the room is now coming from the bathroom and I turn to face him, anger growing in me at the fact he threw a lamp at me over something so stupid.

I'm taking my heel off and throwing it at him next before turning back around to leave, but when the blade of his switchblade lands a foot away from me, in the carpet, I get fed up.

I lunge at him, the two of us hitting the hotel floor with a heavy thud, my nails clawing at his bare chest before he shoves me off of him and grabs my wrists, the two of us in a stare off, catching our breath.

"I'm only here because I'm worried about you, asshole!" I outburst at him."Your health is going to shit and--"

"--Oh, for fucks sake, Viv, when I die everything's going to you so don't act like you're not foaming at the mouth for me to finally croak." He snaps at me, pulling himself onto the bed, laying on his back.

"If I were eagerly awaiting your death I wouldn't be flushing anything to keep you away from it."

"As if I won't call up a dealer the second you get the fuck out. Speaking of which: get the fuck out." He motions to the door and I stand over him.

"I'm not done talking."

"I am."

"Good, then you won't argue when I say that you need to slow down because Doc's getting uneasy due to that stunt you pulled last night."

"I was tired."

"You were high."

"They don't know that."

"They sure do know that, they just haven't confronted you themselves because they don't need you going at them like a rabid dog."

"Bullshit."

"There was a meeting. They even brought in Bob Timmons, Nikki." I reply and he closes his eyes and lets out a sharp breath before he sits up. "They were hoping maybe us talking about it might encourage you to put your health as a priority." I add, leaving out "get sober or get divorced," deciding that's the last thing he needs to hear, and he nods. "I know it probably won't do much, but, Nikki, we're really worried--I'm really worried."

"We've had this conversation how many fucking times, Vivian?" He scoffs out, looking up at me.

"I'm not an idiot, Nikki, you're not okay. You don't look good, you don't smell good, you didn't sound good--"

"--Are you done?" His voice gravels out, unamused, and in denial.

"Nikki."

"I don't look good because I'm tired, I don't smell good because I haven't showered yet, and you don't know shit about music so who the fuck are you to tell me if I sounded good or not?"

"You realize I'm not that naive little pipsqueak that just wanted to keep the peace and went along with whatever you said years ago, right?"

"At least you knew how to keep your fucking mouth shut unless I wanted it open for reasons that had nothing to do with talking." He grumbles.

I glare at him a moment longer and exhale.

"Tell your dealer I said 'hello'." I yield, grabbing my other shoe, leaving in defeat, holding back the tears leaking to my eyes.

"The fuck's going on?" Izzy asks us as Steven, Slash and Duff look like deer caught in headlights, interrupted as they try to coax me back into the room.

"I'm too high." I state, panicking, and Izzy furrows his brows.

"You're what?" He asks me, looking at the guys. "She's what?"

"Too high." I repeat.

"Who is?" Axl asks, approaching us with a beer in hand, obviously not prepared for what he's about to find out.

"I am." I say at the same time, Steven says, "nobody."

Everybody's at a stand still for a moment, all of us staring at each other before Axl starts in.

"She's what?!" He demands while Slash and Steven scramble to explain.

"Well, she, like...ate something and now--"

"--Don't tell me she ate those fucking brownies you two have been smuggling." He tells them and Slash slowly puts his sunglasses on to avoid direct eye contact as Stevie stutters out:

"Uh-Um, w-well...she had like five and it was a complete accident."

"Five?!" He shouts next and I slowly back away as they become further occupied, darting down the hall and turning the corner, hearing Duff say, "wait, Viv!", making my feet go faster.

The next morning is spent on the phone with Sharise while she goes over last minute wedding details for the date set for the one day the band has off next week.

"She told me she wants bright pink bridesmaids dresses." I tell Vince, raising a brow.

"Yeah, I helped her pick them out." He smugly replies, knowing I was dreading the idea of looking like a cupcake.

"I hate you."

"I love you." He sarcastically states, leaning back in his chair at the breakfast table in the hotel's cafeteria.

"Where the hell is everybody else, we're outta here in 20 minutes." Fred tells us and I raise my brows.

"Being that Tansy and Sparkie and Nikki were all up doing God knows what last night, I'm assuming they aren't even aware what year it is, currently." I reply to him, drinking a sip of orange juice.

"And what about Guns?" He asks next.

"Heck if I know." I tell him and he groans, rubbing his forehead. "Okay, fine, I'll go get everybody rounded up. K?" I offer, standing.

"Thank you." He says to me as I walk to the elevator.

Once I get to our floor, I start at Tommy's room, banging on the door until I hear, "What?!" from the other side.

"Get up, we leave in 20 minutes!" I say back, going to Tansy and Sparkie's room, knocking at the door.

It opens within seconds, Sparkie, completely naked, standing at the door with his brows raised.

I gag at the sight of him wearing nothing.

"We're leaving in 20 minutes." I tell him neutrally.

"I'll wake Tans up." He replies, smirking at me and I go to turn away but he's grabbing my arm. "You thought about what I said?" He asks me and I roll my jaw.

"Mmm, still thinking on it." I don't even hide my sarcasm and he licks his lips.

"Think a little harder, baby, because I almost let it out when we were hanging out last night." He informs me and my blood runs cold. "The longer you wait the easier it's gonna start wanting to just slip out without a second thought." He adds, shutting the door in my face and I let out a defeated breath, squeezing my eyes closed for a second and rubbing my forehead.

When I turn to walk down to Steven's room, he and Slash are coming out, leaning on each other, both of them wearing sunglasses to shield their hangovers, dragging their luggage along behind them.

"Is Axl, Izzy and Duff up?" I ask them as I pass by.

"I don't even think Axl slept. Izzy's trying to shoo away some girl and Duff's trying to finish packing." Steven replies flatly, obviously tired, and I go to Duff's room, knocking a few times before he opens the door.

He opens it and his eyes light up.

"There you are." He says, stepping back to his suitcase that's on the bed as he starts tossing his belongings in.

"Yeah, I got up earlier for breakfast." I reply, grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste out of the bathroom.

"I figured." He states, running a hand through his hair before rubbing his eye. "Um, Izzy and Axl just left, I think, and I'll be down in a second, so." He informs me and I nod.

"Okay, I'm gonna go grab my stuff from my room."

"K." He replies as I leave, going across the hall to unlock my door and gather my stuff.

The door, that I left crack, is soon opening again and I think it's Fred or Doc or one of the guys, but when I look up from my suitcase to see Sparkie, I feel sick.

"You do realize sexual coercion is rape, right?" I blatantly ask, wanting him to know good and well what he's doing.

"Not if it's consensual." He shrugs and I roll my jaw and zip up my bag.

"It's not consensual if you're having to blackmail me into doing it." I bite back, shoving past me to get out of the room, and I run smack dab into Fred, and pray he didn't hear our exchange.

He opens his mouth to speak, quickly halting when Sparkie comes out behind me, smirking.

"Morning." He says to Fred. "Vivian." He more so sneers, heading to the elevator.

"The fuck is that about?" Fred asks, referring to Sparkie being in the room with me.

"Um, he was helping me pack." I lie, knowing if I tell him the truth he'll be arrested for murder.

"Right." He looks at me with unsure eyes before brushing it off. "We're loading up."

Fred was a damn good actor.

The only thing keeping him from beating the shit out of Sparkie, was knowing when he told Nikki later on that night, Nikki would do a worse number on the bastard than he would.

"Wow, I can actually run a brush through it." I comment to Duff, combing out his hair before he picks up a can of hair spray to tease it a little.

"Extra conditioner. Who'da thought." He adds, grinning at me like a little kid.

"Viv, can you do this?" Stevie asks next, a slight whine to his voice.

"What is it?" I ask, stepping to him in the dressing room.

When I see what he means, I look at him, unamused.

"Steven Adler. You know how to lace your pants up."

"No, these are hard to do because the string is almost too big for the little holes they go through." He pleads his case, raising his brows. "You have tinier fingers, plus you're not fighting off an everlasting hangover and coke jitters."

I look down at his pants, seeing very well he's not wearing underwear, and take a deep breath.

"I'll keep my hands to myself, alright? I promise." He assures me, tucking his hands behind his back.

"It's not your hands I'm worried about." I mumble, rolling my eyes.

I end up having to crouch to get eye level with the laces, and when the door opens up to reveal Axl, and I'm on my knees with my hands on the strings keeping Steven's penis separated from my face, it looks assbackwards--well, blowjobbackwards.

"Can you stop blowing my band?!" Axl's meltdown tone on full effect and I look at him, wide eyed.

"I'm not blowing anybody!" I snap.

"Except Duff." Slash mumbles with a little chuckle and Izzy finds humor in it as well.

"Axl, dude, she's just helping me with my pants." Stevie defends me, raising his brows. "Besides if she was blowing me that'd be our fucking business."

"What did you just say to me?" Axl hones in on Steven, his eyes sharply narrowing, his jaw tightening.

"I said, if she was sucking my fucking cock it would be mine and her's business--ya know, since we're both fucking grown-ass adults and you can't tell us what the fuck to do?"

"You're in my fucking band, Steven, so yeah, actually, I believe I can tell you--"

"--Guys, don't fight." I say, standing up and crossing my arms.

"--You can't tell me shit!" Steven outbursts. "Just like you can't tell Duff shit! He's a big boy and Viv's a big girl--what goes on between them doesn't concern any of us, especially not you." Steven pushes me out ot the way so he can stand nearly chest with chest with Axl.

"Axl, Stevie, c'mon, now." Duff says, gently pulling me behind him as he steps to the guys, slowly urging them apart.

"It does concern me because it's affecting Guns N' Roses." Axl hisses.

"You act like she's fucking everything up, Axl! Just because he was late for one fucking rehearsal--"

"--A studio session, soundcheck, and, one fucking rehearsal." The red head snaps and I look at Duff, confused.

I didn't know he missed a studio session and soundcheck for me at one point...the look on Duff's face says that Axl was supposed to keep quiet about the studio session mishap and soundcheck.

He looks pissed.

"And I said it wouldn't happen again." Duff cuts in.

"Why can't you just back off?" I ask next without another thought.

"Because you spreading your legs is fucking up my band, Yoko!" Axl doesn't hesitate, and Steven's shoving at his shoulders, sending him shuffling back, catching himself on the closed door.

Just as Axl goes to get back at Steven, Duff intervenes, holding at Axl while I get in front of Steven and face him, keeping him from taking advantage of Axl being held still.

There's a loud knock at the door and Doc peeks his head in.

"You're on." He tells the guys, shutting the door back.

Axl shoves Duff off of him and storms out while Steven ties his pants since I fixed the laces, and huffs out a breath.

"Izzy, either straighten your fucking buddy out or I will. I've about had his shit." Stevie threatens.

Axl and Steven butted heads more than anybody in the band did at that time. Steven couldn't stand Axl's uptight arrogance, and Axl couldn't understand Steven's nonchalance.

I think that's why it was so easy for Axl to give up on Steven when his drug abuse got so bad--he was tired of trying to understand Steven when he was decently sober, trying to understand him putting drugs before the band would have exhausted him to the point of no return.

They just couldn't ever get in tune with one another.

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