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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 month

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Bathroom Shenanigans

A Stancy One Shot

A/N: Steve’s middle name is from Friends.

All was mostly well. Vecna was dead, Max was alive, and so was Eddie. Vecna's victims had returned as well, which meant that Eddie was no longer accused of murder. The town, unfortunately, still had been split, which meant that Max was recovering in the hospital with broken bones and impaired vision. Eddie could move around, but it hurt to do so. He was moving around the gym, helping with the relief aid. It allowed everyone to see the hero who saved the town from a deranged serial killer or so, Hop had suggested that the town see that for a little bit. Chrissy was helping him, which also didn't hurt the image that they were both heroes. Eddie had proudly proclaimed that he couldn't have done it without her. Steve figured there was more to that story, considering Chrissy's hand never left Eddie's hip.

"They're cute," Nancy said softly.

"Yeah," Steve agreed.

Lucas and El were at the hospital, but everyone else was here at the school helping out. Robin was across the gym, still on the sandwich duty with Vickie. Nancy was by his side, helping him sort clothing. They were in this weird transition from being friends to being something more again. Nancy had broken up with Jonathan, and according to her, they had both been relieved, which meant they had really been over for a while. Judging by the way Jonathan was currently looking at Argyle, it looked like something was starting there, not that they said anything to them about it, nor would they.

Nancy reached over to grab an article of clothing, pressing herself up against Steve. Her arm was against his side, her hip digging into him as well. Steve’s heart was pounding in his chest as her hair tickled his chin, and he caught a whiff of her hair as well as her perfume. The feeling of her pressing up against him was overwhelming his senses and making his head all fuzzy. Okay, she keeps grabbing more clothes. Shouldn't she be done by now? She dug her hip harder against him, and he sucked in a breath. It wasn't like there was anything sexual about it. . .well, maybe a little. It was the intimacy of it all, of her being so close to him. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms again. He looked at her and saw there was a little smirk on her face. Was she doing this on purpose?

"Are you okay, baby?" Nancy asked, putting a hand on his chest.

Steve jolted. Did he hear her, right? Did she call him baby? When they were together, they hadn't been much for nicknames, but maybe they had been too nervous to try them out. Hearing Nancy call him that made his brain go haywire. It felt much like the static on the television. Oh, he liked it.

"Yeah, yeah," Steve said quickly. "Are you okay?"

"More than okay," Nancy said. "You know, I think I could use a break. You should take one too. . .baby."

Okay, yeah, she definitely said it. He jumped when her hand went into his back pocket for a moment before pulling out and leaving behind a piece of paper. Steve watched her walk away before pulling out the piece of paper.

Meet me in the bathroom. - Nancy

Steve grinned and slipped the paper back in his pocket before heading towards the direction of the bathroom. Unfortunately, he got blocked by Chrissy and Eddie.

"Hey, settle something for us," Eddie said. "Chrissy thinks - "

"Sorry, man, talk to Robin, I, uh, have to go to the bathroom," Steve said and started to walk away.

"That tea will go straight through you!" Eddie called out.

"No, Eddie, that's not what's happening. I saw Nancy go to the bathroom too," Chrissy replied.

"So, Nancy drank the same tea," Eddie said.

"No, babe, get there faster," she giggled.

"Oh!"

Steve laughed as their voices faded into the crowd as he moved closer to the bathroom. He opened it and frowned when he had seen that it was empty. He opened his mouth to say something when he was suddenly pushed up against the wall, and then Nancy's lips were on his. He was shocked for a moment, but then he smiled and eagerly responded to the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her closer to him as Steve moved his hands to her hips. Nancy deepened the kiss and moved her hand to the nape of his neck, tugging on his hair. He moaned into her mouth and broke the kiss with a gasp.

"You called me baby," Steve said, stunned.

"Did you like that?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, I did," he said softly. "I didn't think we were those kinds of people."

"I don't want to pick things up where we left off. I want to do things differently. I want this to be a brand new relationship," Nancy said. "I was just trying something out. I don't know if - "

"Yeah, I want that too," Steve said. "Oh, so, should I give you one too?"

"If you want," Nancy said.

"What about. . .honeybunch?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

"Sugar pie?"

"If ever call me that, I'll shoot you!" Nancy laughed.

"Hmm, baby girl?" Steve asked with a smirk.

"I'll shoot you twice," Nancy said, and then she smirked. "What if I call you baby girl?"

Steve blushed and grinned. Oh, shit, why did he like that so much?

"Um. . ."

"You like that huh, you want to be my baby girl?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I do," Steve admitted softly.

Nancy's smirk widened, and she began kissing his neck.

"Baby," Nancy muttered in between kisses. "Baby. Baby girl. Mine. All mine."

She placed gentle kisses on his neck, her lips moving to the scar wrapped around his neck.

"What about darlin'?" Steve asked, and she moaned against his neck.

"I like the you say it," Nancy said, pulling back.

"Love?" He asked.

"Yes."

Nancy attached her lips back to his neck, her hands drifting her hand under his shirt. Steve hissed as her hands touched his bat bites.

"Sorry," she said as she pulled back.

"It's alright. Even though it's mostly closed, they still hurt sometimes," Steve said.

"Yeah, mine do too," Nancy said.

"Wait. . .you got bit? Why didn't you say anything?" Steve asked.

"Well, they weren't as bad as yours and Eddie's plus, I was focused on the mission," Nancy said. "See?"

She pushed her shirt off her shoulder, revealing the tiny bites on her shoulder blade. Just like she did with the scar on his neck, Steve bent down and started placing gentle kisses on Nancy's shoulder blade. She stood on her tiptoes, letting his arms slip around her waist to support as she gave him better access. They froze when they heard whispers outside the door.

"I'm telling you that it's the tea thing," Eddie's voice came from outside the door.

"I'm telling you you're wrong," Chrissy said, and they heard the door being pushed open. "See?"

"Oh my God! We're both wrong, Chrissy! Steve’s a vampire!" Eddie exclaimed. "Is that what the bat bites do? Am I next?"

"Oh, you're lucky you're cute," Chrissy said.

"Thank you! . . . Hey! Okay, yeah, I'm wrong. Wheeler's clearly getting to second base. . . Second base, that's where you grab . . . "

"Yes, Eddie!"

"Well, I'm trying to!" Nancy exclaimed.

"Oh, shit! They know we're here!" Eddie whispered loudly.

"Yeah, because you're not quiet at all!" Steve exclaimed.

"I told you, you were loud!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"Are you guys pervving on people in the bathroom?" Robin's voice came from behind them. "You know, there are other normal things that couples can do around here."

"That wasn't my intention!" Chrissy squeaked as she closed the door. "I was just trying to show Eddie - "

"Now, Chrissy, you know that's not how you teach someone about the female anatomy," Robin said.

"Excuse me, I know plenty about the female anatomy!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Actually . . . you could use a few pointers," Chrissy said.

"Bat bites, baby, bat bites!" Eddie exclaimed. "I'm not up to my usual game!"

"What game?" Robin scoffed.

"Oh, is the bathroom the new hangout spot?" Argyle's voice sounded.

"We have strange friends," Nancy said.

"The stranger, the better," Steve laughed.

"What's going on?" They heard Jonathan asked.

"Eddie's got no game, and apparently, he can't make Chrissy arrive on time," Robin said.

"That is not what Chrissy said!" Eddie squeaked.

"Oh, there you are, Robin," Vickie's voice said. "Uh, what's going on?"

"Eddie can't make Chrissy cu -," Argyle said.

"Shut up!" Eddie shouted.

"What's going on? Jonathan, mom's looking for you," Will said.

"We're never getting out of here," Steve muttered.

"Eddie apparently doesn't know anything about the female anatomy," Robin exclaimed.

"Neither do I!" Will exclaimed happily.

"Hey, has anyone seen Steve?" Dustin asked. "Mike also can't seem to find Nancy either."

"Okay, there's a window. You should be able to climb out, but you're going to have to give me a boost," Nancy said. "And then we just walk around front. There's no way that I'm walking into all of that."

"Like ninjas," Steve said and Nancy laughed.

"What the hell is going on here?" Hopper's voice asked.

"Shit, shit!" Steve exclaimed. "I am not getting caught by my pseudo dad."

Steve boosted Nancy up to the window, and she paused halfway out of the window.

"Wait, we're adults now. Why are we sneaking around like we're not?" Nancy asked.

"A little late to be realizing this now, love," Steve said.

Nancy jumped out of the window and grinned when Steve did the same. They turned around only to find Wayne Munson leaning against the wall, smoking.

"I don't want to know," Wayne said.

They waved at Wayne as they passed and walked quickly hand in hand into the gym. They walked to the back and down the hallway toward the bathroom. Everyone was panicking. Joyce and Mike had obviously arrived.

"What's going on?" Joyce asked.

"Steve and Nancy disappeared from the bathroom," Chrissy replied.

"They were just right there!" Eddie exclaimed.

"There's no way they could have left through the door," Jonathan said. "And we checked the stalls."

"Maybe they climbed out the window," Steve spoke up.

"That's a good idea, Steve!" Dustin exclaimed, and then his head snapped to look at him. "Steve!"

Everyone crowded around the couple, speaking in raised voices.

"That wasn't very funny, Steven Muriel!" Robin exclaimed.

"It was a little funny," Nancy said and then paused. "Muriel?"

"It's a family name," Steve said. "The only reason she knows it is because she pickpocketed my wallet."

"Why did you do that?" Dustin asked, slugging him in his shoulder.

"I think Nancy thought it would be funny," Steve said.

He put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head as she laughed.

"You guys are back together?" Jonathan asked.

"Yeah," Nancy said.

Jonathan smiled, looking quite relieved. Steve wasn't sure what it was about. Maybe it was just the simple fact that they were happy. Dustin beamed as he asked for details while Robin cheered with Vickie. Eddie handed money over to Chrissy because apparently, they made a bet. Things were never going to be like they were, Steve thought as recalled his previous time with Nancy, but they were certainly going to be better.

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afreakingdork · 1 year

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HELLO YES IM SORRY I JUST HAD TO SCREAM AT YOU ABOUT YOUR OWN FIC AND HOW MUCH I LOVE IT please accept these deranged ramblings of an angst-addled mind

“They were worried about his wellbeing for whatever reason” - DONNIE. YOU DUM DUM. THEY LOVE YOU AND YOU LOCKED YOURSELF IN YOUR LAB FOR A WEEK >:c

Donnie reads like he’s so trapped and just trying to ignore it until it goes away :< Ofc he’s gonna lash out when Leo backs him into a corner

Mikey and Raph are being oddly chill about it all though, are they trying to let Donnie sort through whatever he’s dealing with? Casual brotherly support and this is probably not the first time they’ve seen Donnie behave like this, Leo just has that *Donnie Sense* They just seem mostly concerned that he’s physically taking care of himself at the moment, which I know Donnie put on a facade but hhhhhhhhh

Donatello “I’ll keep all my emotions right here, and then one day I’ll die” Hamato

I love how Donnie thinks he’s calculated out his family’s reactions to things and parsed out the appropriate resources in his mind, and then here comes Leo with a monkey wrench lol

The repetition…Leo…are you actually 12…

Leo: “Look, you know I hate pulling rank as leader-"

Raph and literally all of us: “You really don’t.”

I love how Leo’s trying to convince Donnie to talk to him well after he’s already smashed his grubby gumball hands over all his buttons. And laughing when Donnie is clearly upset - unfortunately very on brand, lmao ;v; Did he realize just how hard he poked the bear I wonder

“Make me” I can hear him just spitting it out like venom, I got fuckin chills, you KNOW something’s about to give hehehehehe

Ooooh, has Donnie not reached breaking point in a long time? That mental armor can’t protect you from everything Dee. That, and you’re really good at spinning yourself in circles. There it is, classic Donnie overthink.

Also like, I KNOW it needed to happen, but LEO. HE WARNED YOU THREE TIMES!!! WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GOING TO HAPPEN????

Donnie: Go ask your lover!

Leo: lmao bro i have no game wym

Man Leo really fell for that punchline

Sorry fhkajdfsk

Donnie really used Emergency Exit with that shell drop move, Donatello has left the building

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you turn your precious computers off!” - Leo, who has apparently never seen a horror movie

ALSO. OMG. THE MYSTIC SPARK?!?! THAT IMAGERY?!?! OOOH I GOT TINGLES AGAIN THAT WAS SO GOOD I CAN IMAGINE IT HFKHAJKFSD

The whole fIGHT I CAN’T EVEN

IT WAS SO WELL WRITTEN OMG y’know how sometimes you read a thing and you’re like ‘i can’t visualize where in space these people’s bodies are’ yeah no, I didn’t get any of that this was so well done I LOVED IT

“We are INSIDE, young man!” - Nice last-ditch effort, bro

I also wonder what was going on in Donnie’s brain during this, but I get the feeling it would be like angry TV static

The voice crack…..Donnie honey im ;A;

AND OF COURSE LEO ONLY REALIZES HOW BADLY HE FUCKED UP AFTERWARDS sigh…again, very on brand

Did Reader blanking out their phone screen hurt? Yes. More than it should have? Probably. I’m a sentimental baby buhuhuuuu…

Also SIX DAYS???? HAS LEO NOT APOLOGIZED TO READER???? IN SIX DAYS??? Or would it be three? STILL!!!

Lmao I just imagine Leo on the phone with that lovely *wind* sound in the receiver also WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST DONNIE WHY WOULD YOU PHRASE IT LIKE THAT LEO WTF MAN I mean he’s potentially concussed tbh so I guess he gets a small pass XDDDDD

'YOU DIDN’T CHECK THE GIANT SKYLIGHT?! LEO!!!!!' - Mind Raph

Leo, forever now: ‘Did we check???’

Also! You got Splinter’s voice perfectly right (at least that’s my opinion) I love it you did so good <3 Also I’m with Splinter “Did you not think to ask love interest first!?”

“Come here often?” Boi i will smack you myself

My dear Author. The WHOLE scene with Donnie. Broke my damn heart. Again. You’re very good at that, you know?

Angsty boy sittin alone on a cliff, and being able to visualize how damn tired he is, no energy to react physically until he literally drags himself to his feet, I’M-

And Donnie, honey, you’re very smart but there you go again hypothesizing with not enough data,,,how many different theories have you crafted baby boy,,,

Sometimes u gotta jiggle the Donnie

And then break his brain a lil ;3

Ohhh and THEN THE REALIZATION SETTING IN i loved that SO much, just ‘dear god, what have I done’ which TO BE FAIR I’d have done the same thing if Leo had laughed in the face of my assumed heartbreak

And oof, He’s gonna need some Down Time to recover from this emotional whiplash. Just needs a good Sit and maybe a lil Cry and maybe when he’s feeling less Raw all three of you need to actually fucking communicate I swear to Pizza Supreme-

Anyways, holy shit, I have some FEELINGS ABOUT THIS FIC

You are AMAZING and I CANNOT WAIT to see what you do next

THANK YOU AND HAVE AN AMAZING NIGHT <3

Shade you absolute animal (/pos)! I cannot believe you wrote me a play by play. I adored every minute of it!

For Mikey and Raph playing it chill, I imagine the brothers all show their love in different ways. Leo might have waited in another instance, but in this one he has a personal connection and intel on what's going on that's driving him a bit nuts.

The "lmao bro i have no game wym" totally destroyed me, full on ugly cackling. That is actually how I intended that laugh to go over! He was thinking "YOU KNOW ME, YOU KNOW I'M SINGLE AS HELL BRO"

Otherwise, I'll keep chugging along and

Thank YOU and YOU have a good night!

#ask

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realhankmccoy · 5 months

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Wueer: So Trump's cucks think only people inclining in the derange of laughingstock hateful straight whtie tribalists are 'worth it'.

A: Yeah, it's just a different more cucked value system, and they think i should have cucked myself to this value system too, but I can't.

the dictates coming from Trump's toddler cucks these day seems to be:

GET HAPPY OR GET OUT (this is stupid and plasticising, Elon screams this at Twitter employees, too)

PEOPLE WHO ARE WHITER AND RIGHTER ARE MORE WORTHWHILE IT TAKES COURAGE TO HANG WITH WONDERBREAD AND MARSHMALLOW (this is 180 degrees upside down) SOMETHING ABOUT HOW BLACKS HAVE PISSED ON EVERY OPPORTUNITY THEY WERE GIVEN SO FUCK EM (this is racism, and this is also what Jared Kushner says about the Palestinians... it's sort of a spoiled white marshmallow having a tantrum and saying THE STATUS QUO REMAINS FOR A REASON BECAUSE THE MINORITY IS THE REASON FOR THE STATUS QUO OMG ITS SO FUCKING FRUSTRATING I COULD SCREAM)

... now that is the interesting part to be me about this form of stupidity -- the frustration a Kushner and Trump's toddler cucks must feel -- I mean wow -- where does this sort of entitled authoritarian zone of the pamapered male mind even come from? I don't get it, I seem to be missing that nodule or whatever... I avoid the authoritarian approach tho -- I mean, these brains must be radically different from mine, I certainly hope somebody can preserve Slenderman's brain and dissect it someday or something to explain this to me. Slenderman should have never been allowed to work in the White House, period.

YOU ARE AN INFINITE SUICIDE UNLESS YOU'RE A CAPITALIST MANUFACTURING TOYS HE WITH THE MOST TOYS WINS (yeah according to Forbes but what if there's... another way.... Haagen Daas... lots and lots of Haagen Daas... or that unicorn queer happy kitty I've been eyeing at Walgreens, or coming down off the mountain, or what if I'm not as miserable as you're projecting upon me, or all sorts of what ifs... this is a narrow reductionist capitalist mindset you're stuck in as a cuck that things pigeonholing somebody 'destroys' them, but that actually doesn't happen in a place called reality. Some people are just fine with being a specialist. I'm personally a generalist, no matter what you think of me. There's a couple of corporate terms for you, since yr on that 'fire your employees' tip. And you shouldn't want to be destroying people, kid, it's not very nice)

BLAH BLAH BLAH SOMETHING ABOUT THE CRUCIBLE AND WICCA (I dunno kid i haven't read Arthur Miller in a while, this sounds like you're engaging in some Mayflower cliche on the wrong side of history tho, i mean why not just get out the Monopoly Man's tophat and cane if we're turning back the clock to conservative American silliness about women being witches from an antifeminist perspective, pick yourself up a pocketwatch, it would be more magickal than what rote cliche you're trying to enforce here, officer cuck, ya know? i don't like the status quo, i like things that buck the status quo)

AND YOURE HYPEVIGILANT -- kid, i'm not hypervigilant. this whole device you're using here is part dad, part Bruce. i can tell ya which parts are which but really, it's all three of you. It makes me think, since you like Power Totems, so here's sort of a Super Star name for ya, CAMILLE PAGLIA -- that thing Camille said about how she could see this academic using this Lacanian Device as she was taught to deconstruct Goggles as oppression, whereas Camille said why can't they be, you know, mystic version? You're using a traditional conservative Mayflower American device here to find flaws in me and it's not service you very well, it's just cucking you and making you look like clockwork. If anything I was undervigilant cuz I would have never guessed somebody in the Big City would still be squawking about witches from the man's perspective in the youth in this day and age -- but the American cuckservatism that took you over is quite a Japanese Knotweed of a situation, you see, and you can't really expect a serious response to a bunch of blather about PAGAN WITCHES and all that woo woo -- isn't that what the kids call it, woo woo -- hogwash, I guess I'd rotely call it, i don't like woo woo goo goo how that sounds on the tongue -- if anything i'm undervigilant and likely to get myself killed by one of these American nutsjobs lol, wild animals that they are, full of all sorts of implanted and ridiculous notions like the ones you've villed yourself up on.

Kid, get back to something like your thoughts on Candyman, because those are progressive and interesting to me. For a farmboy to watch those urban spaces was really an otherworldly experience. The whole film seemed almost like it was beamed in from another universe, because there was no knowledge of Cabrini Green on the farm. There was a knowledge of Bloody Mary.

This dad and Bruce stuff is rotely not interesting and is very easy to fend off. You're using an ideological device to try to take me down, but what's being accomplished is you're revealing yourself to have cucked yourself to an ideology for the sake of whatever power and safety and securitah you think it offers you. It doesn't offer that. It would only mystify and dazzle people who haven't seen it before.

I've been around the block, you see.

I can see why you think you understand people on a deeper level, but ya don't. Holding up a Nazi cuck and saying 'it's not a Nazi, it's slightly different' ... that's what Ben Shapiro does, k. That's not a deeper insight. You're just ascribing depths that aren't there. Of course there is a difference between a vegan Nazi cuck who wants Israel wiped off the map and his adorable Baby Yoda who loathes the gall of the USA to take over in WW2 and a vegan Nazi mastermind who wants the Jews wiped off the map and his adorable Alsatian, Blondie, who loathes teh gall of the USA to take over in WW2 -- but I think one wouldn't be remiss from throwing it in the Nazi order, or the Nazi phylum, for the sake of rhetorical enlightenment and political expediency -- don't expect me to take a scientific approach, mmkay, because not being as partial to whiteness as you, I don't find that subspecies to be nearly as intriguing. He's as dry as a bone and ever so square despite what's going on with his mix and match menz cards and eugenics programms.

So ya think you've got FAR MORE VALUE, kid? What sort of value? One million American dollars, that sort of value? Or is it far more than that? Oh, is this triggering? First Goldilocks is mad at me for saying she should be worth this massive amount, and now Goldilocks is saying I undervalued her? Which is it?

There's a Katy Perry song that can answer this for you, I mean this is the level of what's going on here. Just listen to Katy Perry and she'll explain what's going on with you. Women know:

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As far as unfathomable art that's incredibly deep, oh, what a sticker to put on the cover of whatever one's trying to hawk on the free market. Is that how artists talk about themselves these days? Did they interview the David Bowie about Scary Monsters and his thoughts were "oh yes, well, this album is art that you cannot fathom because I have a deeper grasp of reality?"

And how deep does the grasping go? You think this obsession with seeing other people six feet under gives ya cred or power?

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What can I think as a grown man other than that it's all child's play compared to how delicious a bone-in tomahawk or bone-in porterhouse would be t share at Bowdie's? Oh, I can almost taste it. Is money really that precious to you that you've gotta hoard up a little pile and can't buy me cocktails until I pass out in the snow? You know what people used to do to their dates when they passed out? Ask Marilyn Manson, Trent Reznor or, um, I guess Danny Masterson. Am I that intimidating? How many drinks do you think it would take til I'm drinking myself under the table? I'm a lightweight, kid, and you're still afraid of that, eh?

If you're going to insist on being perseverant with this child's play stuff and can't even figure out how to get to Whiting, which is probably where you truly belong -- I would suggest a reconnassiance mission to Brewster Apartments, 2800 North Pine Grove Avenue, Chicago to think about what you're doing with your life.

Take photos. You can even stop at The Bagel which is run by a Homosexual. It's just a few blocks down. Look how absolutely adorable it looks in the snow. This could be your Miracle on 34th Street holiday season. Ho ho ho mo!

Otherwise, stop it with all this talk about guns. It is so incredibly, incredibly embarrassingly American, and at best I mean, if we wanted to try and be generous and not think of you as a cuck, there's a few directors over in East Asia who were cucked by America.

Takashi Miike comes to mind, Ringo Lam, John Woo... some serious one-dimensional male-minded shit. For you to try to add dimensionality to gun scenes is almost femme of you, Nikita, and try any more of it and somebody's gonna accuse you of, gasp, being womanly.

Every time you simp for for violent American traditions, you're also simping for tne NRA and status quo unless you're prepared to do something about it. Stop being such a cuck, you're getting kids killed and people are getting hurt by America's endlessly paranoid dance about preserving this kinda scholock and you know the real reason for it all? It's because somebody's fucking grandpa -- a lot of people's grandpas -- loved watching, I dunno, Whitesploitation Films about a buncha cowboys shooting off all the Indians and taking the whole land and feeling like the heroes while they did it.

I got an answer for you and this constant injection of murderous imagery and homicidal weaponry into your blather. That answer is you are not mature enough yet. The answer is you're being some dumb kid and the eagerness of your cucked self to go for what gurn frurdumbs America sez makes a man is as programmatic as the enthusiasm seen in this slide-stopping classic:

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The answer is this:

You'll shoot your eye out, kid. Merry Christmas. Ho Ho Ho Mo.

XOXOXOXO,

Hank Alexander Anixamander Faggot the III The Apeiron here is the Arche Sew Don't U Fergit Rain keeps falling rain keeps falling Down down down down

#trump #jared kushner #slenderman #camille paglia #katy perry #marilyn manson #a christmas story #chucky #vintage chucky doll #turns up at a suburban yard sale #just like some cucks you might know #don mancini #brad dourif

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helpimhyperfixating · 2 years

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Owned - Yandere! Jotaro x Reader P2 - NSFW

Part 1 (sfw)

CW: non-con, somnophelia, Yandere, groping, masturbating, photo’s taken w/o consent, rope-play (sort of), stalking, manipulating, drugging, delusional Jotaro, manhandling, breeding, cockwarming, Yandere Jotaro just being creepy in general

Dead Dove Do Not Eat

This is really fucked up guys. But somnophelia is a dirty pleasure kink of mine and this was just too good an opportunity to pass up 😩

18+ minors do not interact!!! I mean it!! And, if you do not like any of the CW, don’t read it, please.

Word Count: 6126

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Fuck, you looked so pretty to him right now.

Jotaro felt his breath get heavier, his heartbeat already elevated long ago, same as his quickened breath. But then again, how could he stay calm when you looked like that.

You looked so soft. So defenceless. Your sleeping face calm and so gorgeous. If Jotaro wasn’t here, who knows what could happen to you.

Many other men must want you. Jotaro knew it for sure. You were so pure and precious, the epitome of beauty in his eyes. Of course he’d not be the only one chasing after your heart.

But then his eyes would drift to your neck. To the thick leather collar stuck there. You still hadn’t taken it off, the lock on the back persisting; though not for the lack of trying, if the scuff marks on the metal were any indication.

Yet a warmth swelled in Jotaro’s chest as he glued his eyes to the black leather, unable to make out the pressed in ‘K J’ in the dark, yet feeling full of pride knowing it sat there. That you were his.

Gods, Jotaro could never get enough of you. Just simply looking at you brought a sense of peace to him. A deranged kind of peace. One that in the eyes of others would immediately set off alarm bells. Yet Jotaro basked in it.

You made him feel whole. He needed you. Needed you to survive, to breathe. These nights where he watched you the only way to keep himself sane.

And so you always slept, blissfully unaware of the man standing in the shadows of the corner of your room every night. The eyes, watching you all night before disappearing right before dawn.

Only, today, just watching didn’t seem to do it for Jotaro. His mind drifted to a month ago, and oh how he cherished that day.

- - - -

You had been walking home from college. It was pouring rain and you could barely see a hand in front of yourself.

Jotaro walked a few meters behind, staying hidden well enough by the heavy sheet of rain to be able to be closer than normal, his black umbrella over his head protecting him from nature’s assault.

You had no idea he was right there, Jotaro using Star Platinum to give himself a perfect view of you even through the rain.

All of a sudden, someone came sprinting from the opposite direction. Due to the rain, they didn’t see you, roughly bumping into you and causing you to smack down onto the ground, hitting the back of your head on the curb. Right at that moment, a car drove past, rushing through a puddle and splashing your entire being with the muddy water.

Jotaro’s eyes widened and he immediately sprinted forward, roughly shoulder bumping the person who knocked you over and making them fall on their face, the delinquent not caring any further as he crouched down besides you.

“Hey, you okay?” He questioned as he put his hand on your shoulder, trying to sound like his normal self yet feeling his heart thump in his ribcage from being so close, touching you.

“Ow, yeah I think so.” You groaned, trying to open your eyes to see who it was above you; able to do so thanks to how the man held his umbrella over your head as well as his own. “Oh hey, I know you, don’t I?” You questioned as you rubbed the back of your head where it hurt. “Jotaro Kujo, right? You sit behind me in biology and chemistry?”

Hearing his name roll off your tongue, Jotaro only had enough brains to simply nod back.

Now that he was so close, finally talking to you, an idea popped up in the man’s head. Again without words, he held his hand holding the umbrella out for you, his other hand still on your shoulder.

“Oh, thanks!” You smiled, gratefully taking his hand as he used that and the one on your shoulder to pull you onto your feet. Yet the moment you were there, the umbrella he was holding got ripped out of his hands by the wind, flying far away, same as yours had done when you fell. “Ah!”

Now the both of you were at the mercy of the elements and you frantically looked around. Quickly grabbing his hand, you pulled him along as you rushed over to the bus stop closeby, pulling him with you under the overhang and finally standing safe from the rain.

Immediately, you turned to him. “I’m so sorry!” You apologised, sounding genuinely upset for making him lose his umbrella.

Jotaro looked at you for a bit before turning forward. “It’s fine.” Was the sighed out answer you got while he stuck his hand out from the overhang, ‘testing’ how hard it was raining.

In all actuality, Jotaro had his eyes on you the entire time, pretending to look at the sky while actually never looking away from your face, watching your reactions. He wasn’t annoyed at all. He was standing with you, talking to you, and if the expression on your face was any indication, what he was trying to get from you was exactly what you would offer.

“Why don’t you come to my house? It’s not far from here and you can wait the rain out or borrow an umbrella from there?”

Bingo.

Making sure you didn’t see his satisfied smirk, Jotaro grunted out an agreement and before either of you knew it, you were running through the rain towards your home to make up for the lost umbrellas.

Of course, you hadn’t noticed the purple ghost who had been the one ripping the umbrella from his user’s hand and into the winds. Nor did you see it had done the same to yours.

- - - -

“Mom, I’m home! I brought a friend!” You called out as you entered through the door with Jotaro behind you, the both of you drenched - although Jotaro actually seemed rather fine underneath his big coat. You on the other hand were muddy and wet to the bone.

“Ah, Y/N! What happened? Who’s this?” Your mom came walking towards you with a concerned look.

Jotaro took the older woman in before looking around a bit. This was his first time entering your house through your front door, normally never leaving the confines of your room, so this was his first time really seeing your house. But then you started speaking again and he focused his full attention on you.

“This is Jotaro, the wind ate both our umbrellas when I fell and he helped me, so can he borrow our other one?”

“Ah, I’m going out remember? I’m afraid I’m the one who needs it.” Your mom looked apologetic towards you before looking up at the young man behind you. “Jotaro, was it?” He nodded and your mother smiled a soft smile. “You don’t mind staying here until the rain subsides, right? I really need that umbrella.”

“I don’t mind.” Jotaro waved his hand as he said that, making your mother beam.

“Well then! Perfect! Now, I have to go and I’ll see you tomorrow evening, but Y/N, you go take a warm shower before you catch a cold. And maybe show Jotaro your room, alright? There’s pizza in the freezer.” With that, she ushered the two of you further into the house, grabbing the last umbrella there was and waving once before closing the door.

Well then, that left just you and Jotaro.

“You should take that shower.”

Jotaro saw you visibly jump in fright when he spoke up, quickly followed by a soft giggle at your own reaction that made a heat creep up his neck.

“You don’t mind waiting? I’m not the fastest when it comes to showers.”

“If you wanna get sick, be my guest.” Jotaro glared sternly and you held up your hands playfully.

“Alright alright, just take off your shoes here and follow me. I can dry your jacket in the bathroom.”

- - - -

Jotaro’s coat was already drying in the bathroom, joined by his hat, the two of you now standing in your bedroom.

You had given him a towel for his hair that was now resting around his neck, offering to dry his pants as well and give him your dad’s sweatpants as they did, but he refused that one. Thanks to his long ass jacket, only the cusps were really wet so he didn’t mind.

You were gathering some clean clothes now to wear after your shower.

Jotaro was fondly looking at you, quite openly staring every time you bent down or forward, his eyes glued to your ass or chest. But whenever you’d look at him, he was staring at your legs or face, or neck, seemingly a bit bored.

Yet with his eyes glued to your neck, Jotaro was barely able to resist his urges. To resist the urge to wrap his hands around your neck and pin you to it on your wall, slamming his lips on yours as he devoured you. You’d taste so sweet, clinging to him as he then would suck mark after mark into your neck, making it sure that people knew you belonged to him.

You shuffling around again made him break his fantasy, yet he could feel Star Platinum in his soul, itching to come out and squeeze your neck like his user wanted so badly. To combat this, he locked his eyes back on your form, noticing you were searching for something.

Seeing you looking around a few times, he quickly realised what you were looking for.

“Here.”

Jotaro’s voice piped up and you turned around, seeing him open the drawer he was standing in front of, bending down to grab a pair of panties before getting back up and holding them out for you.

“Wh-“ Your eyes widened a bit as you slowly grabbed hold of them, the both of you now holding on as you nervously held his gaze. “How’d- how’d you know where those were?”

His gaze was intense and you almost felt like you were drowning, it getting harder and harder to breathe. “Lucky guess.” Yet his tone of voice and the look in his eyes showed it was anything but.

Shaking the feeling off, you looked away from his gaze. You had to be wrong. “Well.” You cleared your throat. “Don’t just go grabbing women’s underwear.” You chuckled awkwardly and a deep hum left his throat as he let go, completely handing the garment to you.

“Well then I’ll see you in a bit. Uh, make yourself at home.” You commented before turning on your axis, walking out of your room and leaving the Japanese student behind.

You could almost swear you felt his stare on you even as you turned the corner, but once more shook it off. You’ve only really talked to the man starting today, there’s no way he actually knew where you kept your underwear. Besides, you invited him on a whim, there’s no way he could be doing anything wrong.

If only you knew the things he had done that you weren’t aware of.

- - - -

Stepping out of the bathroom, you suddenly sniffed the air. A delicious and familiar smell was wafting through and you started making your way down the stairs, walking into the downstairs area to see Jotaro leaning his arms onto the kitchen island, the hum of the oven filling the silence.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that!” You spoke up, breaking the silence as you approached, Jotaro looking up to see your brows creased together guiltily

Taking in how you looked, Jotaro had to refrain himself from biting his lip. He could tell you weren’t wearing a bra and that slightly excited him. Cause even with him in the house you were bold enough to still not wear one. None of these thoughts made it to his face of course, looking as stone cold as ever as he answered, “It’s no problem.”

Walking over to where he stood at the island, you looked down to what he was looking at, turning out to be a nature magazine. “Did you have much difficulty figuring out how the oven works? It can be a bit tricky sometimes.” You softly asked, turning your gaze up to already see him looking down at you.

“No, it was fine.”

“Not a man of many words, are you?” You chuckled.

“No.” You could have sworn the faintest image of a smile curled onto his face and that made you yourself smile as well. “I think they’re about done.” Jotaro then said as he turned to the oven and crouched down in front of it, looking inside to see how the pizzas looked.

“What, ‘you think’? Did you not set a timer?” You giggled, only to gape when Jotaro muttered a no. “That is a risky game to play, Mr. Kujo.”

Jotaro slightly turned his head towards you, giving you a glimpse of his smirk before turning back to the oven and you smiled.

You of course knew of his reputation around campus. And although it was a terrible one, seeing him here now made you think he wasn’t at all like the reputation that preceded him.

While you were lost in thought, Jotaro had already pulled the pizzas out of the oven and plated them.

“Eat at the table?”

- - - -

The entire dinner, Jotaro subtly kept his eyes on you. Basking in how he was able to view you so openly in your own home, hearing your voice talk to him and only him. He was the one to have your attention. He was the one privileged enough to see you in your own home. He was the one you were smiling and laughing to.

All of it only worked to stoke the fire inside of him. You were exactly what he wanted. He subtly jolted when his hand in his pocket suddenly bumped into something. Right… he forgot he had bought those…

“So, you wanna watch something on the tv or play a game?” You snapped him out of his thoughts, with him only having half-heard what you said. You took it as him asking why however and motioned to the window. “It doesn’t look like the rain will stop yet, so…”

“Sure.” Jotaro blew away your worries with his answer and you smiled bright.

“How about some hot chocolate with it?” You asked as the both of you carried your plates to the kitchen. And so, while Jotaro washed the plates and whatnot, you made the drinks. As you both finished, something seemed to shoot into your mind. “Ah, I need to set things up then!” Placing the mugs of cocoa on the kitchen island, you rushed into your living room, starting to rummage around in there.

As you moved away, Jotaro subtly watched you leave before digging in his pocket, slightly pulling out the bottle of sleeping drugs that rested there.

Contemplating it for a second, he only had to hear your voice saying something from in the living room for him to make his decision. For once he wanted to be able to look at you without worry of fucking up or making too much noise. So he stopped time, crushed the drugs and mixed them into your mug. Time continued moving again, only for you to come around the corner not two seconds later.

“Come on!” You smiled and Jotaro felt heat creeping onto his cheeks again at that.

You reached for the mugs but before you could, Jotaro interjected. “I’ll get them.”

- - - -

Staring at the empty mug, Jotaro’s gaze subtly flicked down to his watch. Plenty of time had passed.

You were starting to nod off, Jotaro could see. You noticed too and suddenly got up to try and wake yourself up more, maybe make something more to drink as an excuse, but the moment you did you swayed on your feet, Jotaro quickly standing up with you.

The moment he did, your legs gave out and you fell sideways, Jotaro easily catching you in his arms. “Y/N, are you okay?” He asked and you could have sworn? Was that genuine concern you heard? So The Jotaro Kujo could feel after all. Heh..

“I’m fine…. Justa bit… sleep…” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, too drowsy to do anything.

Jotaro easily moved you so that he could loop his right arm under your legs, picking you up and starting to walk out of the living room and up the stairs of your house as he held you close against his chest.

If you had been a little less groggy, you maybe could have heard the heavy thumping of his heart. Just the feeling of holding you so close for the first time, Jotaro felt as if he was about to burst.

You looked just as peaceful as when he’d watch you sleep, only now you were in his arms.

Once more, you looked so defenceless, so soft. But now his arms were protecting you. Holding out the world and keeping you to himself.

You weren’t fully asleep yet, the drugs needing about a minute more to fully kick in, Jotaro knew that. Yet still he couldn’t stop himself from lifting you higher in his arms, craning his neck down as he softly pressed his lips to your temple, whispering. “I’ve got you, my little sea star.”

He wanted you to hear it. To know it was him who held you, cared for you, protected you, loved you.

Reaching your room, Jotaro went inside, navigating it in the dark with practised ease as he walked over to your bed and lowered you down.

Your back hit the mattress and by now the drugs had taken full effect. Your head lulled to the side and Jotaro felt his heart jump fondly as it turned towards him.

His arms were still under and around your body but as he went to pull away, he stopped.

He couldn’t find it in himself to let you go.

The thought of pulling his hands away and going to skulk in the shadows like he knew how to do so well? To leave you here like this? Even if it was just to stand two meters away? He couldn’t.

Almost entranced - his eyes focused completely on your face - Jotaro climbed onto your bed. He didn’t even know what he was doing, slowly pulling his hands out from underneath your sleeping body, he instead placed them on your hips.

Leaning his head down, he breathed nervously as he slowly lowered until he gently buried his face in the crook of your neck. He had never been able to get so close before, and everything about you enamoured him.

Inhaling deeply, Jotaro took in your scent, a soft moan leaving him as he felt his dick jump in his pants. Fuck— when did he get so hard?

His breathing got laboured, all of a sudden painfully aware of the erection straining against his pants.

Simply trying to sit up a bit more caused a friction that made his breath hitch.

Jotaro paused for a second, his breathing heavy as he looked down. He was caging you in, his hands on either side of your head, his right leg in between your thighs as he basically straddled your right thigh.

The position was so suggestive.

In that moment, any inhibitors he had left flew out the window. With your helpless body below him, something awakened in Jotaro.

Carefully dropping his hips down, he softly started grinding against your thigh. A pleasured grunt left him upon the feeling it brought, quickly releasing your hips as he instead worked on his belts, the clinking filling the room as he worked on freeing his dick. He couldn’t stay as he was, he was so hard that it was actually painful to keep grinding with his pants still on.

Quickly discarding the garments by throwing them somewhere into your room, Jotaro palmed himself through his boxers, briefly throwing his head back at the feeling. Slowly, his eyes lowered down to your defenceless form.

He knew this was wrong, but he just wanted a look; something to help him jack off, nothing more. The thought of finally seeing your nude body - a fantasy now becoming reality - maybe even release on you, it worked to speed up his breathing, and Jotaro quickly worked off his underwear, throwing it somewhere into the room as well as he freed his cock. Relief from his hard-on no longer being confined made him softly sigh out, reaching one hand down to pump himself a few times.

Seeing how that was enough, Jotaro let go of himself and instead gripped the hem of your shirt with both hands, slowly starting to lift it, exposing your waist, stomach, midriff—

As soon as he got to your chest, he took a much needed breath, only now realising he had been holding it. Just seeing your bare skin was enough to have him leak precum.

Unable to take it anymore, Jotaro leaned forward, lifting you up with one hand while he used the other to quickly pull your shirt over your head, just dropping it in a crumpled ball beside your bed.

Placing you back down - manoeuvring your arms to lay next to your head - and sitting up, a small groan left him as he now saw you so exposed. He took a second to just look at you before he carefully took your breast in his left hand, squeezing it lightly and feeling the warm mound of flesh.

They were exactly how he imagined. So beautiful, fitting perfectly into his palm as his finger pads dug into your skin.

His right hand went back down, smearing his precum over his member before slowly starting to jack himself with languid pumps while he leaned forward, burying his nose back in the side of your neck as he licked a stripe up to your ear.

Soon, he was panting.

His hot pants fanned over your skin yet you didn’t stir once, completely unaware of the man leaning over your body.

Pumping his dick, he sped up a bit, imagining it was you, undressing for him as he watched, ordering you to come closer as he would lick and suck mark after mark into your neck. At the thought of claiming such ownership of you, Jotaro felt himself pulse, groaning softly as he squeezed himself harder.

You would take off your top and bra for him, running your hands over his body while he did the same to you before moving on, teasing with your bottoms.

Ah, fuck. Jotaro roughly jacked off, his face still buried in your neck as he groaned.

Groping your tits and imagining this - as satisfying as it was - wasn’t enough for Jotaro. Your smell invaded his mind, corrupted him even further, and suddenly, just looking or simply touching up top wasn’t enough.

Letting go of your chest, Jotaro sat upright again, a dark look in his eyes as he looked down at your half-naked body.

He wanted to feel you. Take all of you in that he could.

Moving his left leg and lifting it over your thigh, Jotaro nestled himself completely in between your legs. Looping his fingers underneath your pants, he pulled them down your legs underwear and all, exposing that one spot that Jotaro craved most of all.

He was almost salivating as he looked down at your cunt, bringing his hand up and dragging two fingers through your folds, groaning loudly as he felt the slick staining them. His groping of and playing with your tits had unconsciously stimulated your body.

His hand returned to his dick as he coated it in your slick and started pumping, bringing his other hand up to touch your sex again. Gods it felt so soft. Heavy pants left his lungs as he firmly stroked his member, his fingers never stopping exploring you. Rubbing over your folds before circling and pressing down on your clit.

In Jotaro’s mind he could hear your moans. Sweet sounds as you begged for more, begged for Jotaro to fill you up, to fuck you silly and breed you full. He groaned and sped up his pace, cause god how Jotaro wanted to stuff you with his cum. Mark you as his on a primal level and watch it drip out of you. Grab your hand and make you rub yourself, make you feel the cum leaking out and how good he stuffed you. He was bucking up into his fist now, roughly fisting his cock as grunts and pants left him, his eyes drifting between your pussy lips and your sleeping face, scrunched up presumably thanks to what he was doing.

God, you were so beautiful, so perfect, so made for him. Jotaro was even rambling in his mind now, getting close to an orgasm as he continued to masturbate. And then, the softest of mewls left you when he pressed back down on your clit, and it instantly sent him over the edge.

Thick ropes of cum spurted from his tip and Jotaro cursed, quickly shoving his dick down towards your cunt. He wanted to release inside you damnit! Stuff just the head of his cock in and paint your walls white with his seed.

And that is what he still planned to do. In his frantic move however, he went a little deeper than just the head. Your cunt was just so wet and Jotaro accidentally slipped inside, ramming himself almost over halfway inside and moaning as the last of his load shot out into you, feeling your warmth hug his length at the same time.

A whimper left your drugged unconscious body and Jotaro pumped the base of his cock a few more times, his head thrown back as he was riding out his high before letting himself go, trying to bring his breathing back to normal as he turned his head back down to look at your sleeping face. With his dick still half inside you, Jotaro leaned forward, pressing the sweetest of kisses to your lips. Yet, as he moved to trail kisses down your neck, nibbling softly at your jaw, Jotaro took notice of how he was still hard, even after nutting.

His mind wandered for a bit, thinking of what to do. Testing out the waters, he pushed a little bit deeper into you, feeling your walls suddenly clamp down around him like a vice as you whimpered again. This made a small moan leave him as he screwed his eyes shut, and when he opened his eyes and looked at you again, so helpless, so pretty, unaware of what was going on and with some of his cum staining your stomach, he made up his mind.

Pulling out, Jotaro quickly moved off the bed and over to his pants that he discarded on the floor, ripping his tank top off finally while he bent down and grabbed both of his belts as well as the camera he always had with him.

Within seconds he was back on top of you, snapping a photo of how you lay before him right now, as well as a closeup of your pussy stained with his cum, growling lowly in content in the back of his throat as he put the camera aside and leaned down, licking a stripe up your body from your pelvis all the way up to your neck, where he bit softly.

God he wanted to leave a million marks on you. Bite imprints, hickeys, bruises in the shape of his hands, anything and everything. People needed to know you were his. But Jotaro knew he couldn’t. Not yet.

He had only just gotten your friendship. Sort of. But if he played this right, he could do whatever he wanted with you tonight and you’d never know. So, leaving hickeys where people or yourself could see was out of the question.

These thoughts and more ran through his mind as he moved your wrists to above your head, starting to tie them together with his belt. Not too tightly, but not too loosely either.

Once that was done, he leaned down and pressed his lips on yours again, wishing he could jam his tongue in there. But also that would have to wait. All in due time.

Climbing back down your body, Jotaro took hold of your legs. Moving them up until they were upright in the air and bent at the knees. Utilising his second belt, he tied your shins to one another so that your legs sat stuck crossed over each other.

Now done, Jotaro slipped underneath it, grabbing your bound wrists as well and bringing them over his head and past his shoulders, a satisfied hum leaving him at the result of his work.

It looked and felt as if you were clinging to him, your arms around his torso and your legs locked at the ankle around his waist. Just how Jotaro would want to have you. Clinging to him and begging for more.

With a satisfied smirk, Jotaro pumped himself once, twice, lining his tip up against your hole, feeling a little bit of his cum that had dribbled out from his previous orgasm. Yet before he sunk in, he teasingly rubbed his tip over your folds, pressing it down on your clit which made you clench, something which Jotaro took as an invitation to line himself up again before sinking in to the hilt.

If you were awake, you would have probably begged him to stop. Your cunt unprepared to take him in full. Yet you weren’t awake. And Jotaro, although knowing he was big, was too lost in pleasure, taking the whimper you let out as a whimper indicating how good it felt, even in your sleep.

The pleasure racking through Jotaro was immeasurable. The way your walls hugged him shooting jab after jab of pleasure through his abdomen as he felt his cock twitch. God, he couldn’t stay still any longer.

Starting to move, Jotaro started out with languid thrusts, closing his eyes in pleasure as he buried his head back in the crook of your neck.

“F-Fuck.” He cursed, making a bit of a sharper thrust, his hands starting to wander and grope any inch of skin they could find. “I know you love this, Y/N.” Jotaro grunted out, starting to pick up pace. “You try—! to ignore me… but I know you think about me.” The sound of skin slapping on skin got louder and louder, the frequency of it picking up as well as Jotaro started to lose himself.

You were just so tight. Your cunt gripping him like a vice, your slick staining his balls and the top of his thighs.

Sweat now completely covered Jotaro, his muscles gleaming in the small bit of moonlight that peeked through your curtains, his hair sticking to his forehead and by proxy you.

Readjusting your legs around his waist, Jotaro gripped your hips, starting to pull you into his thrusts while trying not to squeeze too hard, lest he leave bruises.

Jotaro, right now, couldn’t stop. Never had he felt this way. He had had his dalliances in high school, sure, but since college and meeting you, he had not been able to get you out of his mind. And right now, with him drilling into your cunt, he felt like a man starved just given an all you can eat buffet.

Leaning down towards your chest, Jotaro pulled your breast up with his hand, latching onto the underside and sucking hard, creating a hickey hidden under your breast, right before making another next to it.

He couldn’t stop doing it, creating hickeys in every concealable space. Underneath your breasts, the back of your neck, behind your ears. Any and every spot he thought you would not notice was soon occupied by Jotaro’s lips, all the while his hips never faltered as he pounded into you, revelling in the ridges of your walls around his cock, the feel of his hips slamming into the back of your thighs, the pleasure shooting through his abdomen and up with each thrust.

Another orgasm was building, growing closer and closer and, impatient, Jotaro lifted your hips up off your bed, holding them aloft which allowed him to slam himself even deeper into you, moaning into your skin before he lifted his head, his full focus now on stuffing you full.

He was huffing loudly, groans and soft moans leaving him more and more frequently as he frantically slammed his hips into the back of your thighs, his balls that were slapping your ass big and heavy, promising to breed you full with all he had.

His thrusts were getting sloppy as he grew close, at one point accidentally slipping out of your cunt, making him curse loud as he stuffed himself back into your heat, continuing to pound you at that gruelling pace.

Suddenly, he lifted you up completely, turning around so he was sitting on your bed with you on top of him on his lap, your arms and legs bound around his frame as you slumped into his chest.

Feeling you so fully against and around himself, completely leaning and depending on him, was all he needed. And with a last few slams up into your heat, he came.

A low and continuous moan left him as his cum shot up into you, his orgasm crashing down on him hard. His hands gripped at your thighs, his finish never seeming to end as he just stuffed you with more and more of the thick, white, viscous liquid, forming a small bump in your belly from how much it was.

Jotaro noticed and groaned, pumping up and down into you a few more times, to try and make you milk him of truly everything he had.

Finally completely finished, Jotaro slumped back into the wall, careful to not crush your arms while cradling you against himself.

He was sweating and panting, yet not ever had he felt so fulfilled. With your walls still so tightly clamping down on his cock, Jotaro left you there, sitting still and letting you cockwarm him while he felt some of his cum leaking past the base of his dick, staining his thighs and your bedsheets below. Yet Jotaro didn’t care, he revelled in it.

Your head was so cutely resting on his shoulder, quiet breaths leaving you with the occasional whimper when either of you shifted. Your chest pressed so sweetly against his, your perky nipples rubbing up against him with every deep breath he took to get his stamina back.

Leaning forward, Jotaro sighed in pleasure as he felt your walls contract around him thanks to the move, making him have to make a second grab for the camera since the first missed.

Leaning back into the wall, he was bringing up the photos he made with his right hand, looking at them while his left hand started to soothingly knead your thigh, his teeth digging into his lips as he stifled a groan at the images.

He couldn’t help himself from snapping a few more, angling the lens to where the two of you were so intimately connected, how he stretched you out and how you took him so well, his cum leaking out only improving the shots before he finally put the device away.

Fuck, you were perfect, you were so perfect for him. This night only solidified that belief. And as he petted your hair and scratched the back of your neck, moving his other hand from kneading your thigh over to kneading your stomach, feeling himself inside you, he knew he would never let you go, whispering a promise into your hair.

“I love you, Y/N. You’re mine. And soon, you will know that as well, Sea star.”

By dawn he would be gone, leaving a note that the rain stopped and he left after you fell asleep. And you would wake up sore, yet none the wiser; wondering how you changed into your pyjamas after you fell asleep yet too oblivious to even think of your classmate.

- - - -

Coming back to the present, Jotaro sighed. That night was his crux on many an occasion, the pictures he took the reason for him holding out for so long. And now, with you sleeping before him and his dick hard once again, he was intending to make another memory he would keep with him forever. This time with the knowledge you were already his, if the collar around your neck was any indication.

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Girl’s Night

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In which Annabeth has a little too much wine at Girl's Night and feels very guilty about it. Thankfully, Percy doesn't mind taking her home.

Annabeth Chase was very good at holding her alcohol.

In all honesty it was mostly because she didn’t drink that much to begin with. Being drunk had never been all that appealing to her— years of being on edge for the next fight made it difficult for her to intentionally dull her senses, and she never liked how foggy it made her brain either. Living in New Rome for the past few years hadn’t completely squashed those instincts, despite its top of the line anti-monster security.

But still. Annabeth could keep it together pretty well, when she chose to indulge. She’d gone to a few wild parties earlier in college, mostly at Piper’s behest, and she didn’t mind having a few glasses of wine every once in a while.

Girl’s Night was every once in a while. Every first Friday of the month, if you wanted to be exact about it. In all honesty the practice was probably a bit dumb and middle aged for a bunch of people (and, okay, ‘a bunch of people’ was generous- it was really only Piper, Annabeth and Hazel) in their early twenties, but Annabeth didn’t care. It was hard to keep up with people these days, and Annabeth appreciated the emphasis on female camaraderie and friendship.

Plus, Piper had really stellar taste in wine.

Tonight’s had been especially good, and after a long and stupidly stressful week at school (Annabeth wished she could emulate Percy’s senioritis, but unfortunately the Architecture program only got harder as it went on, not easier) Annabeth found herself a little extra appreciative of the relaxing effects of alcohol.

It seemed like all of them had had a tough week, because they were all buzzed pretty fast. Piper was even happy to deliver the latest Hollywood gossip, courtesy of her dad, and Hazel was telling them a story about a probie getting stuck in the unicorn stables that made Annabeth laugh so hard she was practically sobbing. Piper and Hazel were not much better; Piper had completely fallen off the couch from cracking up so hard, and Hazel could barely get a word in edgewise before she completely dissolved into giggles again.

It was then that Annabeth caught a glance of the two completely empty bottles of wine in front of them, and realized that all of them— though mostly she, specifically— had made a grave mistake. She had no idea how many times her own glass had been filled and then subsequently emptied, but it was enough that she was well past tipsy and solidly in drunk territory.

It was hard to care about the bad parts of being drunk when you were currently drunk, Annabeth was finding. Everything was just so much funnier.

Apparently Jason had also sensed that they were drunk, or maybe he just had heard the deranged cackling coming from the living room, and wanted to make sure they were all still alive.

“Are you guys alright?” he asked, sticking his head through the doorway.

“I’m fantastic. I mean, I don’t know about you two, but I am—” Piper paused, letting out a small hiccup, “Feeling awesome.”

“I feel great,” Hazel agreed, barely able to stop laughing long enough to let the words out.

Annabeth wasn’t sure she remembered how to form coherent words anymore, so she just gave a thumbs up.

“You guys are really drunk,” Jason said, voice an impressive mix of concern and amusement. He walked into the room, picking up one of the empty bottles of wine they’d left on the table and examining the label.

“That’s my man. Very smart,” Piper said, apparently completely seriously, leaning against Jason’s leg.

“Pipes, you realize this wine is like, 20%, right?” Jason asked, ignoring her declaration of his intelligence.

Piper frowned. The expression seemed very exaggerated, or maybe Annabeth’s head was just messing with her. It was very funny either way, and she had to stifle a laugh.

“Shut up Annabeth. Let me see that,” Piper said, holding her hand up for the bottle. Jason very wisely did not let Piper hold the bottle herself, instead holding it at eye level in front of her. She gripped the bottom of it, pulling it towards her and squinting at the label.

“Nevermind. I can’t read anymore,” Piper said, relinquishing her grip on the bottle. That sent Hazel and Annabeth into another fit of laughter. They would probably be drunk even if the wine wasn’t that strong, but it certainly explained why Annabeth felt like she was floating right now. She hadn’t been this wasted since at least freshman year, maybe ever. Everything was a little blurry at the edges, and she was dizzy in a kind of delightful way. She let out one last giggle.

“And that means we are officially at the me-calling-your-boyfriends time of the night,” Jason said, setting the bottle back down on the table. Piper groaned.

“Party pooper,” she grumbled, though she didn’t move herself off his legs.

“Sorry babe,” he said, apologetically, “You guys are welcome to crash here, obviously. I’ll just call Frank and Percy to let them know.”

“S’fine,” Hazel said, yawning and pulling out her phone, “I’ve been texting him. I’ll just tell him now.”

“That’s against the spirit of Girls Night.” Piper said, pointing an accusing finger at Hazel, “You’re a cheater.”

“I had to tell him about your dad’s friend secretly dating his co-star! She was in his favorite movie!” Hazel protested.

Annabeth had not texted Percy tonight, in part because, as Piper had said, it was against the spirit of Girl’s Night, but also because he was probably asleep. Usually he’d stay up and wait for her to get home, even though New Rome was probably the safest city on the face of the planet, and the chances of anything happening to Annabeth on the six block walk between their respective apartments was ludicrously slim. But he’d been practically dead on his feet when she left, and had agreed pretty easily to turn in early when she suggested it.

She immediately felt bad about the prospect of waking him up. She knew she should though— he’d much rather be woken up in the middle of the night than wake up in the morning with her not there. Even though it would take about three seconds to check his phone and realize everything was fine, old habits die hard and it would unnecessarily stress him out. Especially since it was the one night he’d agreed not to stay up and wait for her.

So waking him up was inevitable. Worse, she was starting to realize that she really wanted to be home with him. As comfortable as Piper’s floor was (and given how drunk Annabeth was, it was genuinely pretty comfortable) she just really wanted to be in her own bed, preferably with Percy also in it.

“Annabeth’s gonna want to go home,” Piper predicted, drawing Annabeth out of her thoughts, “She gets boyfriend clingy when she’s drunk.”

“I do not,” Annabeth said, even though she most definitely did.

“You’re a bad liar,” Hazel said, patting Annabeth’s leg sympathetically.

“I’m an excellent liar,” Annabeth said. Under normal circumstances this would be true. Unfortunately being drunk was not normal for her.

“Uh huh.” Piper said, “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want Percy to come pick you up.”

Annabeth looked into Piper’s eyes, currently a very pretty green shade. Not as pretty as the shade of green Percy’s eyes were, but nice, for eyes that were not Percy’s. What was she supposed to be doing again?

“This feels like a trick,” Annabeth said, squinting.

“She wants Percy to pick her up,” Piper said, tugging at Jason’s pant leg.

“Yeah, I got that,” Jason said. Annabeth was pretty sure he was laughing at them, but in her current state it was a little hard to tell. “Let me go get my phone.”

Piper whined as Jason walked away, leaning back against the couch.

“Can you even walk, Chase?” she asked, looking dubiously at Annabeth “He’s going to have to carry you home.”

“I can walk,” Annabeth said, very offended even though she didn’t entirely know if her statement was true. Piper snorted.

“You’re lucky Percy is strong.”

“This is all your fault, McLean. Don’t think I’ve forgotten,” Annabeth said, aiming a soft kick at Piper’s leg.

“Okay, in my defense I didn’t read the label,” Piper said, pulling her leg back just in time to avoid Annabeth’s foot.

“How is that a defense?” Hazel asked, though she was giggling.

Piper did not have time to further defend and/or implicate herself, because Jason appeared in the doorway again.

“Percy’s coming, he’ll be here in ten.”

“Was he mad?” Annabeth asked anxiously. Piper rolled her eyes.

“I don’t think Percy is physically capable of being mad at you,” she said.

“He thought it was funny, actually,” Jason said, ignoring Piper.

“Told you so,” Piper said smugly.

“Shut up,” Annabeth grumbled.

The next ten minutes passed in a very drunken blur. Now that she had fully realized she was intoxicated, the feeling only seemed to compound, each uncounted drink catching up to her with a reckless abandon. She was vaguely aware of Piper crawling back on the couch to lie down, and Hazel curling up in an armchair. Annabeth just stayed on her little patch of floor. If she got too comfortable, she wasn’t going to want to get up.

She could feel something anxious starting to prickle under the surface of all her artificially happy feelings, but it was sort of difficult to dissect when she couldn’t really think straight.

“Hey, Wise Girl,” a familiar voice said.

Annabeth looked up to see Percy smiling down at her. He looked so pretty she almost started crying. Almost. Crying as a normal human function was fine and good and emotionally necessary and all that, but crying because you were drunk and your boyfriend was hot was just embarrassing.

“I’m drunk,” she told him. Might as well get right to the point.

“Yeah, I gathered,” he said, still looking at her with entirely too much affection, “You feel okay enough to walk home?”

“Yeah. I wanna walk,” Annabeth said, accepting his hand and pulling herself to his feet. If he hadn’t been holding her she probably would have fallen over.

“You sure about that?” he asked skeptically, putting his other hand around her waist, steadying her. She leaned into him, because she always leaned into him, and yeah, okay, maybe she needed his support to walk straight, but what about it.

“Very sure,” Annabeth said. Already she was adjusting to being on her feet. Percy half looked like he wanted to protest, but making it out of the living room seemed to convince him that she was okay to at least make it a few blocks home.

Sitting down on the bench in the front hall to put her shoes on was somehow worse than walking. She managed to shove her shoes into her sneakers, but getting them tied was probably not going to happen.

“I can’t remember how shoelaces work,” Annabeth admitted, looking up at him, “Does that mean I’m screwed?”

“Well, there’s good news and there’s bad news,” Percy said, leaning down to tie her shoe for her. Annabeth shut her eyes tight, then opened them again, trying very hard to focus out her vision. It didn’t work.

“What’s the bad news?” Annabeth asked, because bad news tended to ruin good news, and she’d rather just get it out of the way.

“You’re going to be very hungover tomorrow.” Percy said, straightening up. She thought he was smiling, but considering there were two of his head floating around in front of her, it was kind of hard to tell.

“Are you laughing at me?” Annabeth asked. He was definitely smiling now.

“I would never,” Percy said, wrapping an arm around her waist, “C’mon, lets go.”

Their goodbye was not as extended or elaborate as Annabeth expected, mostly because Piper and Hazel were already half-way to being passed out. Still, there were some waves, some I-love-yous and a partially incoherent apology from Piper, though who it was aimed at was something of a mystery.

Stairs were just a bit tricky, but she managed to stumble down them without seriously injuring herself. She was sure Percy helped somehow, but she could barely tell the difference between his arms supporting her and her own movement.

“What’s the good news?” Annabeth asked, once they were safely on the sidewalk, heading in the direction of her apartment. It was probably cold, but between Percy’s body heat next to her and her own drunkenness, she could barely feel it.

“You haven’t thrown up?” Percy offered, half-heartedly. Annabeth swallowed down a gag.

“Don’t say those words again,” she warned. Percy winced.

“Right. Sorry.”

“That wasn’t even good news, that was irrelevant news,”

“I think it’s excellent news, personally.” Percy said. He was laughing at her again, probably, but she also probably deserved it. Probably. She was wrapped under his shoulder because his arm was still helping hold her up, so it was kind of hard to see his face. She focused her eyes down at the sidewalk in front of her instead, focusing on not tripping.

“You would,” Annabeth said, “You didn’t have good news, did you?”

“I was sort of hoping you would forget,” Percy admitted.

“I never forget,” Annabeth reminded him. She had an excellent memory. Especially for things that had happened only 2 minutes ago. Admittedly the rest of the night was already starting to get a little blurry.

“I’m sorry for doubting you,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Annabeth felt a small stab of guilt. He was teasing her, sure, but he was also being stupid nice even after she’d dragged him out of bed in the middle of the night to practically carry her intoxicated self back home.

And now she was remembering where that little wiggle of anxiety had been stemming from. He didn’t like being around drunk people. He never really said anything, because he was him and thus was probably allergic to the mere thought of even mildly killing anyone else’s fun for his own personal comfort or convenience. But she knew him well enough that he didn’t need to say anything. He’d never taken up Piper’s offer to go partying with them, even though he encouraged Annabeth to go when she’d wanted to, and he hardly ever drank himself. Even then it was only in social situations, and usually just one drink that he probably didn’t even feel.

So maybe he hadn’t flat out said he didn’t like people being wasted around him, but he had told her about Gabe; how he was a drunk, abusive asshole. It wasn’t too hard to put the pieces together.

“I’m sorry I got drunk,” Annabeth said. It was kind of a lame apology considering she was probably slurring her words a good amount, but she meant it anyways.

She felt something shift in his demeanor— if she was sober, she would know instantly what the slight change in pressure meant. As it was, she was kind of in the dark.

“Why are you sorry?” he asked. She thought he sounded surprised, but maybe she was mishearing, because it would be dumb for him to be surprised by that. At the very least, he should understand she felt bad about ruining his night.

“Because, I got messy and you had to wake up and take me home even though I could have just slept on Piper’s floor,” Annabeth said. Words were sort of flowing out of her without her completely approving them, in a jumbled rush. She didn’t like it, but she couldn’t quite remember how to stop it either.

“I don’t mind,” he said, just as she’d known he would. He meant it too, even drunk off her ass she could tell he wasn’t annoyed at her at all, even though he would be totally justified to be.

“But I could have just slept on the floor,” Annabeth repeated, though even the thought caused her to lean deeper into him.

Percy slowed his pace, almost stopping. Annabeth tried looking up at him to decipher what he was thinking, but she couldn’t really make out his face well enough to tell.

“This isn’t just about waking me up, isn’t it?” he asked.

Ugh. Why did she forget in her drunken stupor that he knew her just as well as she knew him? Obviously he was going to pick up on something deeper that was making her feel guilty.

“I just—” Annabeth started, then stopped. It was difficult to pick words precisely enough for the thoughts she was having.

“I know you don’t really like parties and stuff. Or drunk people. And I’m a drunk people right now, so I’m sorry.”

Great job, Annabeth, Annabeth thought to herself. Very delicately put. The lack of subject verb agreement, that was a nice touch. You didn’t sound completely fucked up even a little bit.

God, she hated being drunk.

“I didn’t want you to wake up alone, tomorrow,” Annabeth said, trying again, “But I forgot that me being drunk might be worse, so that's why I feel bad.”

Percy stopped walking. At first Annabeth thought it was in response to what she’d just said, but then she realized they were in front of their apartment building.

Then she realized he wasn’t making any moves to go inside, so it was about what she’d said after all. Instead he turned her around so she could see his face, keeping his arms around her waist in support.

She couldn’t quite read his expression, yet another reason why alcohol was the devil.

“I have a feeling we’re going to need to repeat this conversation in the morning when you’re sober,” he started, “But just for the record, you being drunk doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all.”

Annabeth studied his expression, searching his face for any signs of mistruth. She found none, but she also couldn’t entirely trust her senses at the moment.

“Are you just saying that?” Annabeth asked, suspiciously, “Because that’s the sort of thing you would lie about.”

She had sort of expected him to sigh in annoyance, but to her surprise he smiled instead.

“I’m not lying, I swear.”

“But you don’t like other drunk people,” Annabeth insisted. For some reason the two ideas could not coexist in her mind.

“I don’t like drunk strangers,” he corrected, “You’re not a stranger.”

“Well, duh,” Annabeth said, which made him laugh. She hadn’t meant to, but she liked hearing him laugh, so she would accept it anyways.

“But doesn’t it— I don’t know, bring up bad memories, for you?” she asked, cautiously, “I don’t wanna do that. I don’t even really like being drunk.”

He just shook his head.

“If it did, I would tell you. But it doesn’t, I swear.”

Annabeth frowned. It was probably just her stupid wine brain, but she couldn’t quite connect the dots between all the points he was making.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because,” he said, somehow still smiling, “You’re you.”

“That’s a lame answer.” Annabeth said.

“It’s true,” he said, in that stupid earnest honest voice of his, “I mean, maybe if you started throwing beer cans at my head when you got tipsy it’d be different, but you’re the opposite of aggressive when you’re drunk. You actually get really cuddly, it's kind of cute.”

Annabeth knew he was trying to comfort her, but she also knew that Gabe had done a lot worse than throw beer cans at him. She felt a surge of anger on his behalf, but more powerfully a wave of sadness looking at his upbeat expression. It was so supremely unfair that she wanted to cry, but she just hugged him instead. She was probably proving his point about being cuddly, but she didn’t even care.

“I’m so glad your mom made him into a statue,” she mumbled into his chest.

“Me too,” Percy said, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“I love you so much,” Annabeth said, because she really, really did. Like so much. An embarrassing amount, if she were capable of feeling embarrassed about anything having to do with Percy Jackson, which she was pretty sure was impossible.

“I love you too,” he said, kissing the top of her head to prove it.

“Piper said I get boyfriend clingy when I’m drunk,” Annabeth admitted. He laughed, his chest vibrating beneath her.

“She might be right about that.”

“She’s usually right about things,” Annabeth said, without thinking. Then—

“Don’t tell her I said that.”

He laughed again, but it was quieter. She felt it more than she heard it this time.

“Your secret is safe with me,” he promised.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” Annabeth said, because she really did feel bad about that, even beyond all the other stuff, “I should have paid more attention to what I was doing.”

She felt him shrug underneath her.

“Stuff happens, it's not a big deal,” Percy said easily, “We’ll just sleep in tomorrow. Speaking of, we should probably go inside.”

As soon as he said ‘go inside’ Annabeth’s brain suddenly registered that she was exhausted. It was late, her head was swimming, and his chest had been very warm and very comfortable. She’d fallen half asleep without even realizing it.

“Inside sounds good,” Annabeth agreed, yawning.

“C’mon, I’ll carry you the rest of the way,” Percy said, finally pulling away, brushing a few stray curls out of her eyes.

Maybe if she had been sober she would have protested. As it was she was pretty happy to climb on his back and rest her head on his shoulder. He looped his arms under her legs and lifted her up easily. Gods, he was stupidly strong. She should appreciate that more.

“I love you,” she mumbled one last time into his shoulder. Whether he’d heard or responded was a mystery to her, because she was asleep before he finished climbing the stairs.

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Remember You Young

I answered this ask because I thought it was adorable. I loved the show they wanted me to do, and I want to see who could guess it before it became obvious. Its a one-shot .

She was being followed. At first it had been daunting when she realized it, and Marinette had done everything she could to shake them off her trail. Then she realized she was being stalked by kids. Literally kids. None older than ten or eleven at best.

They had been terrible at hiding, rarely ever whispered, argued constantly, had the most outrageous costumes but somehow managed to keep up with Marinette’s every move... most of the time. They ran around with toy guns and pretend walky talkies.

It either said the best thing about the kids’ skills, or the worst thing about Marinette’s.

There was a husky boy who ran around in a blue shirt and goggles. He never took off the old pilot’s hat he wore. He was also… always eating cheese. Or candy. He liked puns that caused his friends to groan constantly.

There was an Asian little girl who wore an adorable green sweater that was too big for her and the arms of the sweater went well past her hands. She was girly and seemed to be the sweetest of the bunch. Honestly, she was the happiest girl Marinette had ever seen in her entire life. The only time the kid had gotten upset was when she had cried when couldn’t find the stuffed animal she wanted in any of the stores. Marinette had been heartbroken for her. The bluenette didn’t know what a “Rainbow Monkey” was or why it had to be French but she was going to get it for the girl if it was the last thing she did it.

A bald British boy seemed to be the leader as everyone took direction from him. Marinette had never seen his eyes due to the black glasses he wore. The kid seemed to believe himself to be some sort of superspy. He had a fierce take-charge attitude and barked orders like a pro and preferred to a treehouse their hung out at as headquarters. He didn’t smile often.

A pretty black girl seemed to be the one with the most sense of the much, and the most style. She wore her hair in a long braid, a blue shirt-dress and an old red cap. The girl had a natural charisma and coolness to her that made Marinette feel awkward in comparison. She seemed to second-in-command .

The smallest of the bunch was a blond boy with an unfortunate bowl cut and a bright orange hoody. He was loud, brash, and was the “tough guy” of the bunch. He picked a fight with nearly everyone. A fierce little guy that called Marinette a “Ruddy Teenager.”

However all the kids seemed to dislike adults and teens to some degree. They cast suspicious glances at everyone thirteen and older no matter how nice they were. None of them ever called each other by their names, always opting to follow the rules of whatever game they were playing and called each other by numbers. And always mispronounced the word: number.

Numbuh 1. Numbuh 2. Numbuh 3. Numbuh 4. Numbuh 5. Marinette hadn’t gotten close enough to figure out who was who but she did suspect the numbers were ranking order or anything. They were probably just random.

After over two weeks of being stalked, Marinette still hadn’t been able to figure out what they wanted from her. Only that they didn’t know she was Ladybug. It was frustrating.

She finally got answers one day while walking home from school when she got attacked by an evil cat lady who weaponized her pets, a deranged dentist who put braces on everyone, and a man dressed like toilet. They attempted to kidnap Marinette and raise all out heck on everyone around them. They weren’t Akumas. They were just crazy people.

The kids fought them back. They saved the day. They saved Marinette. The villains ran with their tails between their legs.

…Suddenly everything the kids had been doing didn’t seem like a game anymore.

…Then the kids kidnapped Marinette. The kids jumped her, hogtied her, gagged her, and carried her back to their tree house… which Marinette now realized was way more advanced than any tree house should be. EVER.

As soon as they got to there, and Marinette was uncharitably tossed on to the couch, the kids panicked.

“We shouldn’tve done this!” Goggles boy chimed. “We weren’t supposed to make contact. Moonbase will decommission us for sure.”

“And let the adults have her, Numbah 2,” The bald boy said. “I think not! We can never let the adults win. Its against everything the Kids Next Door stand for.”

The black girl nodded, “Numbah One’s right, we can’t let Father have what’s in her brain,” She said. “It could destroy the KND!”

“But that’s not possible, Numbah five, we all know that!” The girl in green said. “She got decommissioned. Her brain got all wishy-washy. Right, Numbah Four?”

The blond boy huffed, “Yeah! Numbah Three’s got a point. And what’s so important about some ruddy teenager anyway? Tell you what! We should drop her artic ocean and never look back.”

Numbah five groaned, “Are you stupid, boy? They sent Numbuh 274, I mean Chad, after her. And CREE! They wouldn’t have done that if she wasn’t important. The supreme leader wouldn’tve sent us to stop them from getting her! Ya moron.”

Marinette frowned at that. Chad, the handsome foreign exchange student that came to Marinette’s class a few weeks ago. All the girls in school thought he was so dreamy. Even Marinette, even though she had been perplexed at the sad, almost wistful looks he would shoot her when he thought he wasn’t looking. And at the stories he told about his childhood, and woud look at Marinette like he was waiting for her to jump in and finish them. Almost like he knew her. Or expected her to suddenly remember him.

The same with Cree, a foreign exchange student in a grade above Marinette’s, but to a lesser extent than Chad. The older girl liked to make sly remarks about what being a teen meant where she came from. She cracked what seemed to be inside jokes at Marinette and looked crestfallen when it was clear the bluenette didn’t understand what she meant. Then Cree would grumble about stupid kids ruining everything.

“But WHHHHYYY?” Numbah Four whined. “We got sent a like bajillion miles away to a city where they force kids to eat bugs and smelly cheese all to protect a teenager. A TEENAGER! And they don’t even tell us why.”

Numbah Two frowned, “It is kind of strange. I mean we hate teenagers! They’re the worse. Why save this one?” He looked at Marinette like she was specimen in a jar.

“Because team,” Numbah One announced loudly, pausing for, what Marinette knew was, dramatic effect. “She is Numbah Seventy-Two.”

Gasps rang through the room. The kids reared back as if struck. Their eyes went wide and they started at Marinette in awe.

“…Or at least she used to be,” Numbah One added.

“Woah,” Numbah Four said, looking at Marinette with newfound respect.

Numbah Two sqeauled, “This is the best day ever. You have to sign my Yipper card.” He told Marinette. “It’s an ultra-rare collectable. Only three still exists. The rest were destroyed.”

“But, but, but how?” Numbah Five asked, removing her hat. “All records of Numbah Seventy-Two was struck from the history of the KND. Only the supreme leader and her team ever knew what happened to her.”

“They pinky-swore not to tell anyone what happened!” Numbah Three added. “No one would ever break a pinky promise.”

“That’s true,” Numbah five nodded. “No kid ever would. Expecially not her team. She saved us. She saved the KND. She saved the world and made it better for kids everywhere.”

Numbah One nodded. “Exactly. No kid would ever break the solemn oath. But do you remember just who was one her team?”

Looks of realization appeared on the kids’ faces, and then anger.

“Numbah Two Hundred and Seventy-Four,” Numbah Five said bitterly. “He was Number Seventy-Two’s second in command for years. And He betrayed her. Why am I not surprised?”

“But why?” Numbah Two asked. “I mean if she was still Numbah Seventy-Two I’d understand. She stopped Principle Boutface from ending summer vacation forever. She stopped Father from making Halloween adults only forever and ever. Name a bad guy, and I can guarantee she kicked their butts! And most importantly she even beat…” Numbah Two paused, clearly afraid. “well you know. She’s done loads of cool things. But She can’t remember anything. So why? Why come get her now?”

“She beat who?” Numbah Four asked. “I don’t know. Who’d she else did she beat? Why were they so important?”

Numbah One and Five looked away. Both remembered but neither wanted to say anything.

“We were still just little babies when it happened,” Numbah Three answered seriously. “Still finishing training. We never really knew what was going on. Too little for anyone to tell us. We just knew it was bad. Kids were always scared, always hurting…”

“It was a dark time,” Numbah One agreed. “Before Father took over, there was another in charge of the evil adults in the world. But he worse than Father could’ve ever dreamed of being. Kids were scared to go to sleep. They were afraid of their closets and what was under their beds. OF every shadow. No kid would be caught out after dark. They were too scared. Nowhere was safe. No one was safe. Not from him. Not from…”

“The Boogieguy,” Numbah Five finished. “The most powerful leader the adults ever had. The strongest, most evil villain you can imagine. But Numbah Seventy-Two refused to back down. She was the only who could stand up to him. The only one to ever beat him.”

Numbah Two nodded, “Legend says the Boogieguy had a nasty plan to open a portal to unleash meanest, nastiest monsters another world to get kids to behave better. But Numbah Seventy-Two heard and went to beat him once and for all. And she did too. She trapped him in his own trap. He’s been there ever since!”

Numbah Three added, “Numbah Seventy-Two finally defeated the Boogieguy, she locked him away in a place so scary, so terrifying not even the adults would be willing to go near it. Which it means it has to be really, really, REALLY, scary. Only she knew how to get him out. She used a super-secret password that only she knew. And then, and then she, she!” Numbah Three burst into tears.

Numbah One placed a hand on her shoulder to calm her down, “To stop the Boogieguy for good, and to make sure no kid ever had to suffer his wrath again, she decommissioned herself. She was only eleven.”

“It was a hard sacrifice, but one kids everywhere will never forget,” Numbah One vowed. “And the Global KND didn’t let it be in vain. We fought back harder than ever before. Her team-”

“But, but,” Numbah Four look around, “She wasn’t even a teenager, why’d she go and do a stupid thing like that for?”

“To save us,” Numbah Five answered, and put her hat back on. She looked at Marinette with hard eyes. “To save the KND, and protect kids everywhere. Because of her, the KND finally turned the tables on adults. We weren’t scared of the dark anymore.”

“Was never the same!” Numbah Five snapped at him. “None of them were ever the same after fighting Boogieguy, after what happened to Numbah Seventy-Two. They couldn’t handle being around each other anymore. They are transferred to different teams. Their entire sector was retired. Number Three Hundred and Sixty-Two. Numbuh Sixty. My sister- Cree! Numbah Two Hundred and Seventy-Four, UGH! Look what they became. Ya don’t need to be decommissioned to not recognize them anymore.”

It went quiet. The kids not knowing what to say. Marinette had never been so confused in her life. Had she been some sort of Spy kid? Had her memories been erased? What was going on?

And if everything, the kids were saying was real, and Marinette decided that it was, then she was a little peeved at Chad and Cree, her old teammates apparently, for going against everything this KND had accomplished… That Marinette had apparently sacrificed herself for. And what for? To side with some evil adults?

“…The KND have figured out a way to destroy Boogieguy forever,” Numbah one said. “Unfortunately the adults have also become aware of the Boogieguy’s location and want release him. In order for either side to succeed in their mission, we need Numbah Seventy-Two.”

All eyes turned back to Marinette.

Numbah Five cast a sad look at Numbah Seventy-Two, Marinette, “Chad and Cree will come for her.” Of that Numbah five was certain. The lone picture of ABC that sat next to Cree’s bedside nightstand was proof enough of that. It was the only thing her big sister ever kept of her KND days, apart from her memories. The only “little kid” thing she didn’t scorn. “They won’t stop until they get her. I don’t think Cree or Chad ever forgave the KND agreeing that Numbah Seventy-Two should erase her memories.”

They never forgave themselves for letting her, Abby didn’t add.

“She was decommissioned, hello!” Numbah Two reminded them. “She can’t remember anything.”

Number One took off his glasses and looked at the teenager who, in another life, had been everything he ever dreamed of being in the KND. She was a legend. A hero. She had, once, been the best of them all. “She will.”

#marinette dupain cheng #ml fic #codename knd

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galaxxiwrites · 3 years

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Heya! =D so you can decide if you wanna do it, but can you do a headcanon reaction of how Akira, Zakuro and Mizuki would react to their darling protecting them like a shield when they noticed that someone was about to try and hurt them and ended up getting badly injured from the hit. Again completely fine if you ignore this request.

Angst? *cracks fingers* Hegg yeah.

warning: these ended up being super long

edit: I forgot to mention, it has mentions of blood and shot!!

prompt: You and your lover were merely enjoying your date together, until you noticed a glint of something hiding in the shadows. It wasn't until you heard a loud bang did your mind register it was a gun. Despite your confusion, your body moves faster than your mind processes anything and you shove your lover away from the bullet's path—unfortunately leaving you to take the bullet in his stead.

Taking a hit (ft. Mizuki, Akira & Zakuro)

Mizuki

Mizuki is stunned. His mouth agape as he stands there, unsure of what to do first.

His mind wrestles with thoughts of getting the bastard who shot you or helping you, but when he sees the pool of blood slowly growing bigger, his body moves by itself.

"Hey...hey...! (Y/n)!"

Mizuki screams and shakes you, but your lack of response makes his heart drop.

He's racing to grab his phone, and his hands were too shaky to properly work the touchpad, but despite the odds he was able to properly pick out Kokuyo from his list of contacts and calls the one man he looks up to.

"Mizuki, what is it? We're in the middle of practice—"

Kokuyo sounded annoyed, but immediately fell silently when he heard Mizuki's sobs.

"Kokuyo...what do I do—?"

Mizuki can't talk properly, but does his best to explain the situation to him.

Kokuyo tells Mizuki to wait there with you while he calls an ambulance. Not like Mizuki had much of a choice anyway, as he didn't want to leave you alone.

The ambulance arrives after what feels like forever, and Mizuki's sobs that finally dried a while ago start up again as he sees you being whisked away into the vehicle on a stretcher.

For the remainder of what happened, it was all a blur to him. All Mizuki remembers was crying in front of the ER while they worked on stabilizing your condition.

After those gruesome hours of worrying, the doctors finally leave the ER. They tell Mizuki they did what they could—and that your chance of survival was 50/50 at best.

Mizuki was about to beat the doctor for not doing a better job of saving you, but Kokuyo stopped him before he could grab the doctor by the collar.

Mizuki asked for a few days off Starless, and even asked Sotetsu to dig up some information on your the attacker.

"Don't worry, (y/n). I'll make sure whoever did this to you is gonna pay."

He says, though not really waiting for a reply. After all, how could a person in deep slumber ever answer back?

Akira

Akira immediately calls the ambulance, and tells them everything despite his shaky voice almost failing him multiple times throughout the duration of the call.

Akira also tells Kokuyo about what happened, and excuses himself time off from Starless until he was assured that you were no longer in critical condition.

He stayed up all night outside of the ER, unable to even sit down despite his feet almost giving out from the fatigue of him pacing back and forth.

"We tried to close the shop as fast as we could. How is (y/n)?"

Takami asks, shocking the daylights out of Akira who was too focused on his thoughts of you to even realize that they arrived.

Akira's voice failed him. All he could was stare blankly back at the doors leading to the ER room, where you were.

Some time after, some doctors and nurses finally left the ER room. The one handling your operation told Team W that your condition has stabilized, and that you should be fine soon.

Finally, Akira was able to calm down. He just dropped to the floor, his whole body trembled as a murmurs of relief could be heard.

Taiga on the other hand, decided to dig up some information. After all, the world now revolved around the internet—it wouldn't be surprising if some wackjob ended up posting whatever schemed they had on their social media, especially if it was a throw away account.

Luckily, this sort of thing was childs play for the tech expert, and after a few hours of searching, was finally able to trace the fake account to its real owner—one of Akira's delusional fans.

The singer is mortified to see the latest post on the person's social media.

"Soon, he'll be mine."

Again, Akira's nerves tensed. Kokuyo smacks Taiga for showing them such information when Akira hasn't rested yet, but the singer thanks his team member. He even commits the person's face to memory, despite his mind feeling light from all the stress and lack of sleep.

In the early morning after her surgery, a nurse was scheduled to come in to monitor on (y/n)'s condition.

Akira stands to greet the nurse, but stops himself when he recognizes the face. This woman was no nurse, it was his fan.

He absentmindedly mumbles the person's social media handle, staring at them wide-eyed in disbelief.

Hearing her name being called out excited the fan.

"Yes! That's me! Don't worry Akira...once I get rid of this pest, we can finally be together. Like how it's supposed to be!"

Akira couldn't fathom the words that came out of this deranged fan's mouth. Without realizing it himself, Akira had his hand clenched into a fist, ready to punch this lunatic and hopefully fix whatever brain wires needed repair.

"Oi, give it a break. Jeez, a man can't even enjoy a smoke break."

Kokuyo came just in time to stop Akira from beating the woman in front of him to death, meanwhile Sin held the woman down. Akira was about to ask how they knew, but Taiga waved his phone to show hom some kind of gps app.

"It's a tracker. I had a feeling she would be making a move, so I decided to track her phone. Sorry not sorry for invading on your privacy, miss stalker fan." The tech master announces proudly.

"Takami's gonna give her over to the police. Meanwhile...you should sleep. Those eyebags don't suite you, pretty boy."

Kokuyo says, before leaving with the rest of Team W to give the two of you some silence—one that Akira desperately needed as he finally dozes off to sleep on your bedside.

Zakuro

Zakuro has a menacing look on his face—it's a smile, but so distorted with pain that he looks like a maniac.

He shakes your limp body and calls out your name.

"O—ya...? (Y/n)...?"

Zakuro's voice cracks as he realized your body remained unmoving. Zakuro's mind is blank— for the first time he's never felt so lost.

It wasn't until he received a text message did his mind finally managed to start working again.

"Good job on luring her out, ×××"

Read the text message from the unknown number. It doesn't take a genius to connect two and two together, after all, no one should have known his real name. You were targeted by Black Card—but why? What did you have to do with any of this?

Zakuro, instead of directly calling the ambulance, texts Qu to do it in his place, as he knew their number two would ask later rather than sooner.

Zakuro hides himself among the crowd, but he feels his heart drop when he sees you out on the stretcher.

He wants to be there with you, at least holding your hand while they take you to the ER. But now was not the time, not when someone from Black Card might still be monitoring his movements.

He returns to Starless, and it was only until Kei asked Zakuro about the source of the bloodstain on his clothes does he realize his garments were soiled—with your blood.

Quite ironic, considering how this is the perfect literature imagery of a person's blood on one's hands. So ironic that Zakuro breaks down into a chuckle.

Team C's singer asks Kei for some time off on Starless. Naturally, Kei can't just give anyone time off, they were employees in an industry that requires one's constant presence to remain relevant.

Kei tells Zakuro that of the latter would explain, then he might consider it.

"(Y/n)...She was shot."

Was all Zakuro utters before taking his leave from the building. All the others who were in close proximity were shocked, not just at what he said but how he said the news. Zakuro sounded absolutely broken, his voice lost all hints of mischief he once had.

Zakuro wished he was able to visit you and give himself some peace of mind that you were going to be alright, but he can't.

He refused to rest, not until he learns everything. About your connection to Black Card, or why you were specifically targeted. He knows it won't be easy, but he's willing to risk it all for you.

"If you bastards think I'd choose my memories over (y/n), then you're dead wrong. All of you are going to regret this."

#thank you for the request!#bsts #blackstar theater starless #bsts headcanons #bsts akira #bsts mizuki #bsts zakuro

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the-acid-pear · 3 years

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I didn't want to but my last post got so long Tumblr can't load it AFSGSGAHH so this is my second post bc liveblogging this manga is part of my personality now <3

From where i left,

I love seeing Shibukawa i hate knowing how that fight will go down tho </3

JACKKKK 🥺

Oh is that literally Andre the giant?

MOTOBEEEE 💞

THAT'S RETSU?! GOD I DIDN'T RECOGNIZE HIM AT ALL I-

KUREHA IS BACK TOO NICE

Katou baby you won't last

YESSSSSSSS YES YES YES MY SON.

Yeah and uh, Katsumi whatever.

BABYYYYYYYYY BOYYYYYYYYYY

Poor Kozue on god pugoygpgu

Toba 🥺

Kozue like 😨

Chapter 186

You don't know but like 2 days passed and i actually forgot what was happening VÑVPJOYG

I just remembered that scene in the fairy odd parents movie where the crowd goes OHHH AHHH

WHAT NUT?

I don't want to simp so early in the morning but UGHHH look at him!!

Hey has Baki always been doing the yujiro stand or is this new?

Feel you Mr Andre the giant i too have been told to not use my full strength. Though I'm just 1.60, my power comes from my anger issues and my god given right to kick ass

That's one strong kick

Rip the crowd n Andre the giant

Chapter 187

I don't think that's true Baki boy

That's a big number sir

I really don't care about this fight much at all surudtidkgxkhkdgksr

Poor Kozue man

Okay no apparently all cis men on the comments did want to become the string ???? Get help /j

Chapter 188

This is prob cool if you know who these people are. I unfortunately don't.

Look of bloodlust? He looks like the average fuckboy

YESSS BABEY LET'S GOOO THE GLASSES ARE BACKKK

Me watching the anime: omg that's so random why is he wearing glasses out of nowhere lol?

Me now (my brain is bigger): WOOOOOOOOO

I'm still obsessed with Toba's size

IFYOYDITDPUGPJG

Okay i had to google who igari was bc i wasn't recognizing him, now I'm cheering on him

This is gonna be a good one, hopefully

That was murder

DOPPO POG DOPPO POG-

Chapter 189

Hehehe this title sounds promising 👀

KSJSKSHSJS BRO 🥺

I really can't tell if he's scared of confident, i HOPE he's confident like, he's my pollo afteral (i make that joke in Spanish bc idk how to do it in English 😭)

Nice feet (See? No one can accuse me of having a foot fetish because no one reads these haha!)

I'm not gonna simp for 3 lines straight but i can't just pass this without saying how much i love how Doppo looks in this arc my man looking more precious than usual 😌🥺💞

Shout-out to the ppl in the comments wishing Motobe a happy bday <33

Chapter 190

These men just LOVE breaking fingers don't they?

It was a pleasure knowing you Motobe-san

I must say Doppo first watching the fights with Katou now with his son is like, super damn sweet like this dude is just such a Dad™

Sumo is such a damn cool sport tbh, i watched like one documentary on it once and nothing else but it's just like damn

NOOOUGHHH

MOTOBE IS FUCKING DEAD.

Lshekwhwksgskd someone was mentioning how they make Motobe sound like a badass but he loses every time and someone just responded "He's 50", which is similar to the justification i tried to give myself whenever Doppo kept fucking losing but then you have mfs like Shibukawa who is 70 and is just mad powerful KSVSNSH 😔

Chapter 191

Hehe the king ☺️

THAT WAS SO RANDOM AJGSJSGEJSG i love this mf

FUCK HOW SHORT IS RETSU OMG 🥺

1.76 HE'S SO TINY HE'S SHORTED THAN DOPPO OMFG

also if y'all wonder how I'm doing my jaw is currently trembling and i think i have a fever, but it's fine, we getting to 200 today boys

I really don't care much about Katsumi but he has a very shaped face i won't lie, his eyes are very pretty too. STILL DONT CARE BOUT HIM 🙄😒

They just throwing hands these mfs ffs

Katsumi that's a bit too far don't you think?

A fuckin pussy out sort of luck i see

Chapter 192

I hate smooth Retsu sm let him keeps his face wrinkles ffs

Obsessed with these lads

ANDRE MY MAN look at him

EVERYBODY IS GETTING IN THE WAY FR SPUGPYDOTSÑD

I love how these characters say <3

Fucked up to beat up a wounded man tho NGL :/

OH FUCK HIS ELBOW NO

Chapter 193

Idk man after 180+ chapters Retsu's body doesn't look that wild to me

I know he will lose bc uh, Retsu obviously? But man i really like this Russian

Kozue that's how every match is

Hhhh 😬

He's dead.

Chapter 194

OH MY GOD HIM AGAIN?! HHH FFS!!!

VAMOOOS KATOU

Hey they aren't doing the white lips thing anymore that's sick

Motobe Latino /j

OYFPUTDPUTDPUTDPID

NO MY MAN KATOU IS NO MATCH TO YUJIRO NO ONE IS NOOO 😢

Chapter 195

Monkee

MY BOY BAKI GETTING THAT GOOD OL FLASHBACK HUH BAKI PTSD MOMENCE

YEET

Chapter 196

LSHLSHEKEBSJSHSVS IM LOSING IT

Look at the cocky mf man sjsgdhd

I must say i love the progression of Baki's personality

ANDOOOO

Chapter 197

Katsumi is deranged

My health problems are solved btw

I honestly hope Katsumi wins, for the honor of shinshinkai exclusively

Doppo looks so proud of his son 🥺

These mfs so childish ffs

...how is he that small 😭

I really don't understand any of these people

Chapter 198

I love seeing Toba just around doing shit like yeah king you go. My nostalgia enjoys his presence

Toba king i don't want to see you on a wheelchair please-

Toba baby you are going to die and horrible death and i will hate to be the witness of it

LSHSJSHSKHWKSHS ???

He's dead 😔

SHOUT-OUT TO THE FUCKING ASSHOLE WHO COMPARED TOBA TO THE TERRAFORMARS ROACHES 😭😭💀

Chapter 199

Igari right? He's dead too. I have less doubt than anyone else, Hanayama is a beast.

THEHWHSHHS 😭 WHY DOES HE HAVE TO OPEN BOTTLES LIKE THAT FFS

Different? Idk man he looks the same to me

Chapter 200

Like it's not just brawling man if anyone the size and strenght of Hanayama did anything they would win no matter what, this mf is a beast

THAT'S SO MEAN THEY WERE SUCH BESTIES OUGH MY HEART 😢💔

I'm sorry, he's gonna get WHAT? 😳

Ndhskshskhdkd obsessed

THESE MEN OMFG.... IM LOSING IT

So glad at least SOMEONE is still a bro 😒

HANAYAMA BRO??? IM BETTING ALL MY MONEY ON YOU BRO PLEASE

Obsessed he didn't even realize

THANKS HANAYAMA PHEW I WAS GETTING WORRIED FOR A SECOND THERE!

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

And that's it for tonight, adiós

#luly talks #btg #i was worried about this being super short but like 🥴 nah not at all NSHSKSHD #im gonna be honest im having fun yes but im not super into this arc its just. kinda... silly? in a way??#i dont understand these idiots at all #shit was so simple at the very start i rlly miss those days 😔

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prettyboysdontlookatexplosions · 3 years

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@dressrosaa and anyone else unfamiliar with pretty little liars, a postmodern tone poem about girlhood and violence, an experiment in storytelling divorced from linear time about how all cops are bastards and dads are even worse, one of the most bafflingly homophobic pieces of media i have ever seen despite the fact that the showrunner for all seven seasons is literally a lesbian like GIRL are you OKAY blink twice for I NEED THERAPY:

pretty little liars tells the story of four friends: spencer hastings (deranged genius/former and future speed addict, perfect); hanna marin (blonde shoplifter/recovering bulimic, an angel we don’t deserve); emily fields (gay swimmer, has no personality but it’s hard to tell if that’s because pll is homophobic or because shay mitchell CANNOT act but is almost hot enough to make up for it); and aria montgomerry (the fucking goddamn worst i know it’s wrong to hold this much hate in my heart for a sixteen year old who spends the ENTIRE show being sexually preyed upon but in my defense it is fiction and frankly barely even that; truly the relationship between pretty little liars and our normal human understanding of narrative is tenuous at best; the point is if aria were real she would be deserving of infinite compassion but she is not so she just sucks). a year after their queen bee alison disappears, her body is found, at which point they all start getting texts from the mysterious “A,” who knows their secrets with NSA-bugging-a-therapist’s-office precision and seems to have nothing to do in life other than to torture them into constantly endangering themselves or betraying each other or doing other horrible things that will then hang over their heads for 800 years.

PLL is sort of like what if a classic dead blonde whodunit has a nightmare octopus baby with jj abrams “mystery box” storytelling spliced together with a sense of pacing even more deranged than the magicians at its most unhinged; the reason i make so many jokes about its lack of interest in physical spacetime is because it’s technically canon that two and a half entire seasons, during which among other things spencer has a nervous breakdown and an addiction relapse and goes to rehab and then gets out of rehab T W I C E, takes place between the first week of school and thanksgiving break. it is not by any means a “good” show and it’s pretty clear that any “ideas” in it were there by accident, but watching 6 seasons in a month was one of the most enthralling television experiences of my life, and it really does love to remind you that no men on earth are good (*except for hanna’s street rat hacker boyfriend caleb played by tyler blackwell whose face makes me feel extremely safe who is the most perfect dreamboat in the history of televisual dreamboats). part of its unhinged M. O. is of course keeping you constantly guessing about who “A” is, taking you through like 7000 red herring reveals (along with some real reveals later retconned as beta-A’s working for the real A - i’m telling you this shit is fucking nuts) in which we spend a couple episodes thinking (if we have never watched a television show before) that so and so must be A, only to have their nefarious behavior explained away by some other mechanism.

i’m giving this context because i am taking your inquiry about the throwaway reference i made as a chance to explain my favorite of the A fake-outs, which centers on ezra fitz. who is ezra fitz? he is a demon in human disguise. he beats out craig manning on degrassi for worst fictional boyfriend in the history of teen melodrama. he is a dude who macks on a fifteen-year-old aria montgomery at a bar the weekend before school starts and then turns out to be, surprise! HER ENGLISH TEACHER. because the show, despite being incredible and amazing and iconic, is also very bad, their relationship, which goes on and off the entire seven seasons and winds up endgame, is sold as like a torrid and angsty secret affair, and not the creepiest thing that has ever happened. despite the fact that ezra is the closest the show has to a male lead and played by the second hottest dude on it, in season 4 they were running out of A candidates and started giving us shady clues to ezra’s shadiness, discovered and mostly put together by spencer, who simultaneously was coping with the stress of trying to get into an ivy league college while also saving herself and her friends, all of whom take turns sharing one brain cell leaving her to do all the thinking, from the constant assault of a blackmailing emotional terrorist who at this point has also tried to kill them several times. one time aria winds up in a box on a train next to a dead body and also it’s halloween and adam lambert is performing on the train, god when riverdale season 1 was good i thought riverdale was like what if pretty little liars but on purpose but with the benefit of hindsight clearly PLL had what riverdale fucking WISHES it could.

in order to deal, spencer has fallen on her old pill-popping ways (for, just to reiterate, the second time after leaving a mental institution in the span of like 10 weeks), and JUST as she is on the verge of really PROVING that their english teacher is A, she suffers a stimulant-induced psychotic break i.e. gives the show their framing device for doing a Theme Episode around the theme of Film Noir, where everything is in black and white and everyone talks funny. you can watch a clip here to get the flavor. sidebar at this point alison has appeared to every single character i think and it’s like still fully a mystery whether they all individually hallucinated her at times of stress or if she’s secretly alive. once again this show owns.

anyway her friends totally freak on spencer when she tells them her theory, because she is literally the only person in town with a brain, but then we get this amazing episode where aria (a child) is at her english teacher’s cabin for the weekend and he’s acting exactly like a serial killer the entire time and she starts to have doubts and has a very tense ski lift ride with him and THEN! THEN what’s amazing is that ezra is NOT A, but in explaining why he has been acting so shady despite not being A they manage to somehow make him not ONLY worse than an english teacher who was fucking his high school student but ALSO make him POSSIBLY WORSE THAN AN ACTUAL MURDERER IMO, because it turns out that he met alison briefly before she died/fake died and then got obsessed with her death and SO he came to town and got a job at the school AND MADE OUT WITH THIS DEAD TEENAGE GIRL’S EQUALLY TEENAGE FRIEND IN THE BAR THAT DAY AND PURSUED A SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP WITH HER AS HER ENGLISH TEACHER.............................................. IN ORDER TO DO RESEARCH FOR A TRUE CRIME BOOK. LITERALLY the most incredible thing i have ever witnessed on television. it’s SO incredible and PLL is SO far from being what you could call a “normal” “story” that my love for it is not even diminished by the fact that aria eventually takes him back because this show is evil and she is stupid (again i would NOT say that of an ACTUAL child victimized by an english teacher/pathetic truman capote wannabe, but aria is made up and not around to hear about how bad she sucks and i hate her) (my god she’s so bad guys like you simply cannot watch the show and retain empathy for her it WILL break you). it does help that in between those things ezra gets his dumb ass shot. yeah for “love” or whatever but like he deserved it i’m not gonna complain.

anyway i hope that helps clarify matters. just to stress the important part, this is not in the top 10 most deranged things that happened on this show. one time A snuck into a dentist’s office and knocked hanna out with laughing glass and implanted a tiny strip of paper in her gums which when the liars extracted it later read DEAD GIRLS DON’T SMILE. another time for a fashion show they were getting dressed up and one of them realized she was wearing a corset made of human finger-bones. they all go to jail because they have been framed but then on the way to jail they get kidnapped in an underground bunker styled to look like their childhood bedroom where A makes them milgram experiment each other for three weeks. watching this show will literally change the structures of your brain. i heard it’s finally legal in oregon now.

#pll

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iwillsithereandtrytocontribute · 4 years

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Lost in the Wrong Story

Uh-oh It's the Trash Man

Masterlist Last Next Ao3

~ A collaboration with @hitmewiththatfanart33 ~

Summary: Roman can’t run from his problems forever.

Roman hit the ground running. Surely if he ran with no particular direction they couldn’t find him, right? He dashed between trees and jumped over roots, taking some small comfort in the repetition of the sound of his boots hitting the ground. He wasn’t entirely sure where he was, for he didn’t remember consciously making this world, and most of the Disney movies he grew up watching had trees in them. Though not many trees looked like this: all twisted and curled, ferns and other various jungle-looking flora littering the floor. No, these woods were far from something out of a Disney movie. They had an eerie feeling to them, and the chirps and calls of unfamiliar bugs and night creatures set him on edge.

“Why are you being so difficult?” a nasaly voice droned. Roman flinched, whipping around in a circle to find the source, and his heart only beat faster when some sort of wispy green fog menacingly circled him. It was so cold; colder than the already-freezing night-time air. However, that wasn’t why he trembled.

The fog curled and condensed right before his face to form the disembodied head of a large green cat-looking thing, smiling at him crookedly with large, sharp fangs… The Cheshire Cat from Tim Burton’s adaptation of Alice in Wonderland…

Remus.

He should’ve known from the second he stepped foot in this world that this wasn’t his creation like all the other places had been. “It’s none of your business,” he snarled, “Go away.” He tried to get around him so that he could leave, but the floating head only followed his movement.

“Oh, but it is.” A set of paws took shape, and Remus rested his chin on them with an aggravating look of amusement. “You’re in my world if you couldn’t tell. And I had one hell of a time creating it.” He tilted his head side to side with each word for emphasis. “Whatever happened to making room for new stuff by getting rid of the old?” Remus complained.

The last thing Roman needed right now was to play cat-and-mouse with his brother, so he turned around and began running, hoping to get enough momentum to hop worlds again, though it would be challenging considering this wasn’t his world and was thus less easy to manipulate. He barely got ten feet before a fully-formed cat was suddenly pouncing on him, pinning his back to the ground. “My world,” Remus repeated with a viscous hiss. “Meaning you’re going to listen.” He could feel Remus’ rancid breath against his face, and the terror that he would bite his head off at any given minute overwhelmed him.

Roman said nothing, too busy teetering on the verge of hyperventilation. “Now… What is your fucking problem?”

And in response to the exhaustion, the heartache, the stress, and the fear… Roman’s wide eyes welled up with stinging tears, and he began to cry. Remus looked incredibly uncomfortable. Great. Even his own brother didn’t know what to do with him. The new addition of Roman’s pitiful blubbering noises and the way he squeezed his eyes shut tight to make the world go away seemed to shake Remus out of his surprise, and the heavy weight on his chest suddenly felt less concentrated and more… human. “Hey, hey, hey… I’m sorry I scared you, I just thought you were going for a Disney theme, so I added my own twist to it… Good old Tim Burton, you know? It’s pretty much the only thing we can both sit through without killing each other.” Remus sounded like someone who had no experience with children trying to comfort a screaming baby.

Roman slowly blinked his eyes open. Remus was still sitting on his stomach, which wasn’t the most comfortable— cat or human— and he looked down at his face worriedly. “Get off me. I can hardly breathe,” he complained. Remus quickly complied, sitting back on his heels to the side of him, offering a hand to help him sit up.

Once he was upright, he stayed quiet a moment, resting his elbows on his knees. Then he spoke. “I’m a handful, okay? They don’t deserve to have to deal with that, so I just thought that maybe coming to the place where I’m in control and people will still love me even when I make a mistake was what was best for everyone. Nobody was supposed to come after me. None of this was supposed to happen.” He sniffled and angrily wiped at his tears.

“Everyone with a brain is a handful, you blood clot. They obviously love you anyways, or else they would’ve ditched you a long time ago,” Remus said, trying to cheer him up.

“They have,” Roman said quietly.

“What? No, I was just with them.”

“That’s not what I meant… Patton just disappeared for several months one time after Christmas. He didn’t even say goodbye, and I needed him. Then I almost caused Virgil to leave completely, Logan left when I was upset over that one breakup, and… Janus hasn’t left me yet. He hasn’t been around long, but I think I just gave him a pretty good reason to.” This felt cathartic. Like he’d been in an uneasy or heightened state for so long that he forgot what it felt like to just be empty.

Remus chewed on his lip, cocking his head, and his next words sounded forced, but he meant well. “They need you too…” Roman barely caught him muttering ‘those useless infants’ under his breath, and he almost snorted. “Did you ever try to go after Patton?”

“No,” he admitted, guilt stirring up in his stomach.

“Weren’t you also the reason Virgil came back? And isn’t Janus still looking for you somewhere in this jumbled mess of yours? Sounds to me like you’re just being an idiot,” Remus said with a shrug. Somehow his careless, goofy way of going about things calmed Roman down more than anything else could.

“I guess.”

“I’m really not the one you should be talking to. All I’m good for is butt jokes,” he said, not entirely incorrectly. Roman chuckled a little.

Remus sighed. “Virgil’s no stranger to running away to brood; he’d be way better at this than me.” Then he turned his head, eyes wide with sudden thought. “He needs a nickname for that specifically. Hmm…”

He snapped. “Got it: Forest Whump,” he announced proudly, “Contains running and angst.”

Then Roman was truly cracking up. It was pretty funny, and the thought of late night Tim Burton movie marathons and stealing each other’s clothes suddenly made Roman miss his stormcloud more than words could describe, so maybe Remus was right. “Yeah,” he said fondly. “I guess I really messed up.”

“Yep!” Remus trilled gleefully.

Roman nodded. “Thank you, brother.”

“No prob, Bob!” Remus faded away, leaving just his deranged, but somewhat well-meaning smile before even that disappeared.

When Roman hopped worlds he landed in yet another forest. Free from Remus’ influence, it felt a lot more familiar, like an old friend. He was fairly sure what fairytale he was in, (he had to be, he’d created the world after all), he just didn’t know where in it he was. He ran until he reached the cottage, exactly where he had instinctually known it would be. Then he walked upstairs, pushing two of the undersized beds together in the corner to form one large enough to sit comfortably on, wondering what to do while he waited on Virgil to inevitably show up. After all, the others seemed to find him no matter what he did. They practically fell into his lap.

So he waited.

And he waited…

The isolated silence began to weigh on his mental state.

Suddenly, where he had originally felt calmed by his conversation with Remus, all sorts of conflicted feelings began to arise. Roman knew Remus was trying to help, and for a while his words did make him feel better... until he started really thinking about what he’d said, that was. When Patton disappeared for months, he did nothing. When Logan felt ostracized during the courtroom trial, he had said nothing. Hell, he had been happy to have Virgil gone… at first.

Patton must still resent him for never coming for him. Is that why he never paid any mind to Roman’s absences? Was it payback? Did Logan still loathe him for abandoning their college diploma to be a YouTuber? What about Virgil? He couldn’t count how many times he’d been flat-out cruel to him. And with Janus, when he had first told them his name, he’d laughed at him just like he had with Virgil and treated him like a villain just because of his own conflicting emotions.

Now he’d left them who knows where in the Imagination.

“Roman, just come home with me.”

“I just missed you so much it hurt.”

“You need to come home.”

“Roman, this isn’t funny. Come out.”

“Where is Patton?”

“Roman!”

“Why are you being so difficult?”

“Roman!”

“Now… What is your fucking problem?”

“Roman!”

He gasped brokenly, pressing a hand to his mouth as the tears began freely falling one after the other onto his lap, and it felt as if every atom making him up trembled. His prince uniform slowly phased into black sweatpants and his favorite red hoodie so that they could hold him together when he couldn’t. He curled into himself.

Would they even want him back given everything he’d done and continued to do? If they found him would they just try to let him down easy? This and more swirled around Roman’s head relentlessly, and no matter how many times he wiped his eyes, they were quickly replenished.

***

Virgil walked straight into a tree as he entered the Imagination. He stumbled back, expecting Janus to catch him, and instead fell to the ground. Right as he was about to shoot a teasing remark at Janus, Virgil realized he wasn’t there. Neither were Logan and Remus. He stood up and turned in a frantic circle. “Very funny guys. Come out Remus, you bitch.” No response other than the wind rustling through the leaves. Virgil laughed nervously. “You’ve had your fun. Come on.” Nothing.

He was in the middle of the woods with no way of knowing how to get out or find help, and they weren’t here with him.

He fumbled around to find his hoodie to calm his rapidly increasing panic and felt nothing. A glance down at himself had him on the verge of laughing hysterically, for he was wearing a rich purple dress that nearly reached the ground. He felt behind his back and found, to his relief, a hood, so at least Roman wasn’t completely cruel. Sure the tight laces were hell, as were the sleeves that reached down to his legs, but as long as he could smoother himself in fabric, he could calm down. He tried to remember the exercises Logan had taught him: 4-7-8 and counting with all of his senses. Eventually, his breathing slowed and he removed his hood.

The world seemed a little less scary now. He’d noticed birds chirping amongst the treetops, the sun filtered down nicely, and he was sure that whatever reason he had been brought here was important.

He was sitting on the ground, back pressed up against a tree, though he couldn’t quite remember doing that. He stood up, trying to get a sense of his surroundings. For one, he was in a forest— wow great job, Virgil. Figure that one out all by yourself?— and secondly… Well, he had nothing. Just trees. Looks like he was picking a direction and going with it in the hopes he’d find Roman… somehow.

He hadn’t been walking very long when he spotted a vaguely familiar cottage. It wasn’t big enough to be from Sleeping Beauty, so… Really? Snow White? Was this because I said I liked the Evil Queen’s aesthetic once? He shrugged and pushed the door open. That was when he heard someone upstairs, and for a moment he felt relieved to not have to be alone, but that quickly changed when he realized whoever it was was crying. His eyes went wide.

Roman.

Virgil dashed up the stairs as fast as his gown would let him, practically throwing open the door, and he nearly cried upon seeing the person he’d been looking for. “Roman!” Virgil called out. Roman looked up from where he was bunched up on the bed. Virgil moved over to the bed to try and hug him, but Roman shrugged him off. “Roman?”

This wasn’t like him. This was bad.

“Why won’t you leave me alone?” Roman whimpered quietly, fresh tears running down his face. “I just want to be left alone.”

“Roman, what are you talking about?” Virgil sat next to him, but Roman scooted away and put his face back down to his knees.

“I get it!” Roman said loudly out of nowhere. “You’re all just the nicest people in the fucking world and you’re just trying to let me down easy. Just leave me alone!” The window next to them shattered.

“Roman. Roman, listen to me.” Virgil tried to keep his voice steady. As much as he wanted to hug Roman, he knew that when he was feeling this way he hated being touched, so he kept his distance. “This is all in your head. Trust me, as the literal personification of anxiety, I should know. You’re lying to yourself.”

Roman turned his back to him, facing the headboard that rested against the wall to the left of the window, his breath coming in heavier and more panicked.

“You don’t know that!”

“I do. I swear I do.” Virgil was crying now. Roman was scaring him, and everything in Virgil cried out to ease the insurmountable amount of pain he was in. The wind roared through the broken window, sending pillows and sheets flying. He longed to run and hide until this was all over, but that other, stronger part of him prevailed. He was essentially Thomas’ fight or flight instinct, and he was determined to fight for Roman.

“I… do.” Everything in the room became crystal clear to Virgil in that moment. His eyes settled on a single shiny red apple just past the bedpost, still among the spinning wreckage that threatened to cut his skin to ribbons. Not a thing touched him when he stood, walking a path to the fruit, and when he reached it there was no going back.

He had to have it.

As if in a trance, his lithe, pale fingers wrapped around its round form.

He pressed his mouth against it.

“Virgil?”

Then its sweet juice was filling his mouth.

***

Roman’s brow furrowed against his knees as he heard Virgil trail off then fall silent. He brought his head up with a soft, “Virgil?” and when there was no response he turned around on the bed out of curiosity, only to freeze in horror at what he saw. He swore all the breath left his lungs.

It was too late.

Virgil’s teeth were already sinking into it, and Roman felt helpless as he watched in shock, the bedding and glass crashing down around them.

The next thing to hit the ground was the apple, a sort of dull thud against the wooden floor, then Virgil came down with it, and with a sickening gasp, Roman lunged. Yet again, it was too late. The sound of Virgil’s head hitting the ground echoed throughout the cottage.

“No. No, no, no, no, no.” Roman repeated that single word over and over again, dropping to his knees and scooping Virgil’s limp form up into his lap.

This was his fault. His fault, his fault, his fault. He was supposed to be the hero. But he wasn’t a hero. He was a coward, running away, always making the wrong choice and hurting the people he loved, and it wasn’t like Virgil was the first victim of his recklessness. How could they love someone like that?

The truth was… they couldn’t, but he had to try.

Hurriedly, he kissed Virgil, begging for that true love’s kiss he always believed in to break the curse that he’d unwittingly set in motion through his anger. Nothing happened. He tried again and again, but Virgil didn’t wake up. Didn’t breathe. “Virgil! Virgil please wake up!” Roman shook him, but his head only lolled. “Virgil, wake up. Please. Please.” Roman dissolved into tears, hugging Virgil close, rocking back and forth. He’d known all along that he wasn’t Virgil’s true love, but finding out by putting Virgil into a curse he couldn’t break was by far the worst way to have done so.

Minutes passed by with Roman desperately clinging to the one he loved.

In those eternal minutes, Virgil didn’t move, and where Roman had once been able to warm him up, his skin stayed as cold as porcelain. The only thing that kept Roman from giving up entirely was the fact that there was still a steady pulse to be felt in his neck beneath the cold, lifeless guise the curse blanketed him in. He gave him one last squeeze and firmly pressed their foreheads together.

Roman carefully lifted Virgil onto the bed, only now noticing how breathtaking he would have been in the long, draping fabric and rich purple were he still awake, and he crossed his arms before wiping the tears from his face. He even conjured a bouquet of white poppies to place in Virgil’s clasped hands. The simple conjuring took every ounce of his willpower and energy, and he sobbed his heart out all the while. Then he pressed one final kiss to Virgil’s forehead with a vain hope that this kiss would somehow work.

“I’ll make this right. I swear.”

He had to find Janus.

Fun fact! White poppies symbolize eternal sleep, oblivion, imagination, consolation, dreams, and peace. Yes, I did in fact spend 10 minutes looking up the meanings of various plants.

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blueluneacy · 4 years

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I just saw your post and I was the anon who requested an nsfw continuation of Kakyoin x fem s/o. I’m sorry to have made you uncomfortable by not adding that it would be a post time skip. If it’s okay and if I didn’t offend you, might I request the nsfw continuation where she escaped Kakyoin and finished college before he finds her once more?

I’ve been wanting to get to this for a while. Just a note that no one ever had offended me, I was never upset with you all. If anything, I was upset with myself because I felt weak that I couldn’t do it. Weak that I couldn’t fulfill the things people were asking me to write. I’ve never been good with self confidence or telling people no, so putting up boundaries was something that was really big for me. I don’t want anyone to feel bad for previously not following the new rules, because guess what? The rules are new, it’s no big deal that a mistake was made. Mistakes are what make people human.

Okay, now that I’m done being emotional, here’s some cherry dick lmao

This is a bit of a whirlwind. It was supposed to be longer but my brain started making the dial up tone whenever I brought up this document so we’re just gonna leave it here. Okay? Okay.

Warnings: implied stalking, implied kidnapping, yandere, roughness, non consensual touching, bondage, dub con

It was hard not to check behind yourself at all times now. It felt so much safer to be checking behind yourself, making sure no one was there. Because you always felt like he might be there, waiting to grab your wrist and pull it towards him like he did on that corner. It was crazy, you felt crazy. But you still kept checking. It was the only thing that made you feel some semblance of peace.

But he was gone, you told yourself. After his trip to Egypt, Kakyoin never returned. Maybe he ran away. Maybe he just got sick of you. You never really could tell. It didn’t matter much to you. You let yourself go through your paranous haze, through college and graduation into the real world alone, always looking behind yourself. You didn’t tend to make friends, but well, wasn’t that normal for you at this point? Not in high school either… And after what happened with Kakyoin, maybe it was better that you didn’t. The last time you were friendly with someone, look where it got you. Still, there probably was no helping it, anyway. You had to go out sometimes, not just stay in your room cooped up for the rest of your life. At least, that’s what your roommate thought.

“Come on. You graduated a year ago, and you still haven’t gone out. You don’t work tomorrow, you know!” She pointed out. You sighed, shrugging.

“I know, but I’m sort of tired, and bars are just so loud…” You tried to reason, but she wouldn’t have any of it. She just hushed you, telling you to get ready. Maybe it would be for the best that you went out. Could you keep living your life meandering back and forth from work and sitting in your room to try and forget all of the tragedies of your life before. Or at least, it would be easier to drown them in alcohol.

So, you went. You let yourself get dragged down to that bar, complaining the whole time the two of you walked there. You knew she would leave you behind for some guy she found for the night, and you’d be left alone with whatever creep happened to sit next to you until you shambled your way home, drunk and alone. And still, you let yourself get dragged along, sitting down at a table while your roommate ordered you a few drinks, then left you to your own devices, hoping you’d take the initiative to talk to some new people.

You never did. Instead, you just sipped your drink, watching the people around you. It seemed she found someone nice to spend the night with, at least. You felt a slight sense of bitterness to it. No one would ever look at you that way, and you weren't sure that you even wanted them to. It might remind you of how he dragged you along to his home, the way his stand wrapped around your wrists-

You checked behind yourself again. Checking behind you always made those thoughts go away. A strange, simple trick to make you feel safer. It worked, that's all it needed to do. Even if it seemed odd. It’s not like it really ever ruined your interactions with others, since you weren’t too keen on starting them in the first place. Still, maybe you shouldn’t have checked as long as you did, looking over the people behind you just to make sure he wasn’t there. You might have noticed the person who sat down in front of you.

In a sense, he hadn’t changed much. His hair was a bit longer than before, but that piece of curls still came over his face just like you remembered. You noticed scars by his eyes, but that didn’t bring you away from the look in those eyes that brought you nothing but immeasurable fear. Something of obsession and victory. You didn’t speak, you only stared at him in horror, trying to figure out where you went wrong. Where exactly you had messed up, what was it that made Kakyoin find you again.

“It’s been a while. I never took you as the type to enjoy a place like this.” Kakyoin started off the conversation in such a casual tone, you felt sick to your stomach. You weren’t sure what you expected, but it certainly wasn’t that. It wasn’t a calm and casual man acting as if his interest of you bordered on derangement and had forcibly taken you away from your loved ones. You just swallowed, looking away from him.

“Yeah. A bit.” You shrugged, trying to pass off yourself as some semblance of collected, but you could feel yourself starting to crack. You looked around to try and find your roommate, but you couldn’t see her anywhere. You were in a crowded room, alone with a monster.

“Going somewhere?” Kakyoin asked, a smirk on his face as he watched you search for some sort of escape. It was as if he liked to see how you squirmed, relished in the capture of what he had been searching for for so long. That wasn’t the type of obsession you were used to, but it still scared you all the same.

“Actually, yeah. I think I am. It was nice seeing you again, Kakyoin, but I’ve had enough to drink for the night.” You stood up, looking Kakyoin dead in the eye before pushing in your chair and starting to walk away, quickly out of the bar. You looked back one more time. He didn’t follow you.

You trudged through the dark streets, huffing a bit as you walked on. Home, home sounded good. You already regretted leaving home in the first place, this all just made it that much worse. You could get under your covers and sleep while your stand sat and kept watch, or… Something. Anything. Anything was better than feeling unprotected against him. And yet, you still didn’t check behind you. There was no way he was following you, right? You turned the corner, not realizing you were stepping into the dark until the hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you in.

You gasped, immediately trying to squirm away, but to no avail. You turned to see him again, swallowing as you began to squirm, hoping to get away from the man, but to no avail. Kakyoin pushed you up against the wall, a low growl coming from his throat as he started to press up against you, cooing into your ear.

“I missed you so much, dear. Did you miss me too?” He asked. You cried out, only to have Kakyoin’s fingers shoved into your mouth. You squealed, biting down on Kak’s fingers. He gasped, pulling away, then looked over you, tutting.

“Now now, I don’t need any love bites, sweetheart.” His voice was sickening, condescending, and you just shuddered, tears beginning to fall over your face. You brought out your stand, but still, Kakyoin was so much stronger than you. Hierophant Green easily wrapped around it, leaving you helpless against the man in front of you. Kakyoin just smiled, lovingly pushing a piece of hair out of your face.

“You’re still so beautiful. And you’ve waited for me after all this time, just like I knew you would.” He laughed, leaning in to your neck and humming before giving you a harsh bite. You gasped, crying out and beginning to squirm again. Kakyoin just tutted.

“Don’t be like that. Come on, I’m going to make you feel so good you won’t be able to live without it.” Kakyoin told you, before shoving a hand into your pants. You gasped, squirming again, only to find yourself rubbing right against Kak’s fingers in a way that felt so much better than anything you had ever done to yourself. You gasped, trying to hold back a moan. Kakyoin just chuckled, touching you as he left kisses up and down your neck.

“That’s it, give into me. I know exactly what you like, what you want. You deserve this, need this even. Need me, just like I need you.” Kakyoin cooed into your ear. You moaned and shuddered. God, this shouldn’t feel so good, but it did, it so did, and you didn’t know exactly what you were supposed to do, your body phantomly bound by the way Hierophant Green held onto your stand.

“K-Kakyoin, pleeeease…” You whined, but you weren’t sure exactly what you were begging for, for him to stop or for him to give you more. Luckily, he seemed to decide for you. You heard the clicking of his belt, and gasped, swallowing a bit and refusing to look down. He just chuckled at your sudden shyness.

“Don’t worry darling, you know I would never hurt you. Not when I’m the only one who cares.” He told you, and you looked at him again to see that same obsession that frightened you. The same obsession those eyes held all those years ago. You tried to look away again, but Kakyoin removed his hand from your pants, using his defiled hand to make sure you were looking at him. You were forced to face that morbid obsession, that terrorized you for all those years. It was in front of you, and it was real, melding with pleasure you never thought you could attain. A forbidden fruit you thought would never fall.

“Not when I’m the only person who loves you.”

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gustafsnightangel · 3 years

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Shattered Lives Ch 25 Pt 1

He rose before her and smiled at her sleeping form all sprawled out over the mattress and hoped she woke less stressed than the past few days. They were making it work, there were some rough patches but they were still learning to be a family, a couple. He’d really messed up yesterday and stepped over a line with her, it was no wonder she’d lost her shit. He had usurped her independence, forced her brother on her and the kids, made her feel anything but the intelligent, beautiful woman she was. Not what he’d intended at all.

Quietly collecting the charm from the nightstand he had Brendan keep an eye on things for a hot minute and went to the garage. It was important for her to still have these connections with her brother. He was hoping the books in her office would be perceived as that as well.

Friday couldn’t come soon enough he thought as he changed Lily and sat her with Brendan. He’d see her purge the grief again and he had his own agenda. He’d burn that fucking notebook, he had a feeling she’d finished and that it was weighing on her now too. He didn’t want anything else piling onto her plate if he could help it, he couldn’t watch her go through last night again. It tore at his soul seeing her like that. He wanted to love her, for her to let him love her, but it would only happen when she was ready for it to happen. He couldn’t force it, and maybe unknowingly he had been, too much, too quickly.

“Morning love.” He murmured as those talented lips destroyed her neck. She rolled over and wrapped herself around him kissing that mouth she’d craved.

“Good morning.” She purred, her kiss sinful. A fresh start she thought, she had to try and put yesterday behind her. That started by her not being so much of a control freak.

“Fuck me, Friday can’t get here soon enough.” He growled. “You need to get up love, cases to slay.”

She didn’t want to, she wanted to curl up with him and rock his world.

“I could kiss you all damn day.” She said dreamily and gave him one last blazing lip lock before pulling the sheets back.

“Saturday you can do that if you want.” He chuckled. She seemed happier today so far, the stress of yesterday left where it belonged. “Come on, up you get.”

She did the adult thing and climbed out of bed and headed to the shower after kissing him again. Letting the blistering hot water pound on her face she thought about what transpired last night, the guilt for raging at him like she did weighed heavily. Rarely did she lose her temper but when pushed, when cornered, she went nuclear and in spectacular fashion.

She’d hurt him, could see her words had cut him deeply and she had no idea how to heal that wound. How did she let him take care of her, how did she let him in without losing sight of who she was? She wouldn’t see her identity, her independence lost to a man ever again, the first time was bad enough.

She also had to tell him about his notebook and knew that was going to kick him after last night. Sometimes life just didn’t play fair or nice, it just got messy.

“You look as sinful as ever.” He growled as she came out of the bedroom as he went in to take a shower.

“Wait until you see what’s under it.” She purred and kissed him so his brain short circuited.

“Oh, that’s not fair.” He breathed. “You can’t tease me like that all day.”

“Ha! Yeah I can.” She giggled and kissed him before wrapping her arms around his half naked body. “Hey, um, not to drop a bombshell on you after last night but, I finished your notebook.” She said gently as she pulled back to looked at him. He blew a breath out, and looked at her. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I figured you would like to know I’d finished and to have it back in case you wanted to do something with it.” She kissed him tenderly, that love flooding his system.

“Do you have anything you want to talk about, ask me about?” He asked shakily and was relieved when she shook her head.

“Not unless you want to talk about it. Thank you, for letting me read it. So I could understand what she did, who she was, what she is.” She said softly hoping she hadn’t set him up for a shitty day, the remnants of last nights argument was bad enough. He rested his forehead against hers and breathed. He could burn it and be done.

“Thank you.” He said gently and kissed her, the love pouring out of him. “Thank you for reading it. I know it wasn’t easy.”

“No, it wasn’t.” Her finger trailed his jaw. “You ok?”

“Yeah I think so.” He was a little taken back. He knew this day would come and thought he was prepared for it but it still stung. His relationship, his faults, his thoughts, laid bare for someone else to read. He’d been terrified she’d read it and leave, those old wounds sneaking into his psyche and wreaking havoc.

“I didn’t mean for it to fuck up your day.” She said softly and cupped a palm to his face stroking a thumb over his cheekbone.

“It hasn’t. I’m relieved actually.” He looked at her. “I can finally be rid of it.” His smile settling her. “I can put it in its place.” His kiss was searing, that burn of passion, of love.

“Join me for lunch today?” She asked. “Just lunch.” She added when he smirked.

“I’d like that.” He kissed her again and started the shower. “Go eat. You need to get going soon and you need food.”

“Mmm.” She agreed and kissed him again. “You’re always so tasty.” Grinning she walked away. She heard the groan and couldn’t help but laugh, it was the reaction she’d hoped for to pull his mind back from Ana. Seeing him for lunch would give her the chance to make sure he was ok, she knew this would destroy him if he stayed in that headspace for too long.

She smiled as she sat in his car and adjusted the rear view mirror, her fingers gently caressing the Celtic charm. It was the little things he did that floored her the most. He knew that lump of silver was special to her and without a second thought placed it where it belonged, even though this wasn’t even her car. Even when she’d hissed and spat at him last night like some mentally deranged cat.

The morning flew by, well he thought, that’s what you get when you go car shopping. He hadn’t purchased it, yet, but if her car was indeed a brick he had something lined up to make her life easier until she could purchase her own.

Her admin all but swooned at his feet, poor kid, and he had to stifle the chuckle as she did that dreamy sigh as he walked into Sildie’s office. Sildie was a sight, on the phone railing some poor schmuck, the deadly tone quite arousing when it wasn’t at him. He closed the door quietly and sat at the coffee table to wait until she finished. Setting their lunch out he grinned when he heard the phone click and her unmistakable “asshole” as she breathed out.

“That was an interesting one sided conversation.” He said, humor thick in his voice.

She snorted a laugh. “I love chewing up opposing counsel and spitting them out for breakfast when they think they can be lazy and still expect to hoodwink me and win.” Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she logged her conversation and the progress, or lack thereof, of the case.

“I take it said lawyer isn’t winning today.” He grinned.

“No, no he is not. He’s about to have a very unpleasant afternoon.” She ripped her glasses off and looked at him as he pulled the Chinese takeout from the bag and placed it on the table.

“What?” He asked, looking up as he felt her gaze upon him. Those eyes of glacial blue were undressing him.

“Nothing, just enjoying the view.” She smirked and leaned her head on her hand, damn he looked fine in that dress shirt, she thought, and how she wanted to fuck him in it.

He got up and stalked to her, those ridiculously long legs eating up the carpet with ease, nothing but a predator stalking it’s prey in those eyes. Spinning her chair slowly so she was facing him he placed those massive hands on the arm rests and leaned down to kiss her, slow, seductive, and she was sure, highly illegal.

“Hi beautiful.” He said, that low timbre she loved rumbling out of him.

“Hi handsome.” She kissed him, that unhurried sinful kiss that set fire to his brain.

“You’ll get us into trouble if you kiss me like that here.” He murmured, her pussy throbbing for his touch. “Come and eat before it gets cold.” He held out his hand for her and she took it, his touch sending all sorts of lovely sparks through her system. As she stood his arm snaked around her waist and he pulled her to him, that soft curvy body pressing against him. He kissed her, that lustful burn that had her melting in his arms.

“I love it when you kiss me like that. Makes me all gooey.” She giggled.

“I know.” He growled and kissed her like it all over again.

They sat and ate, talking of the astronomical cost it was going to take to fix her car.

“I don’t see the point in fixing it when you could get a new one for half that again.” He said, eating another delicious morsel of chili beef.

“Yeah.” She sighed out, and poked her chopsticks into the rice angrily. “Just, fucking fuck.” She huffed, defeated.

“What is it love?” He looked at her and she blew a breath out.

“I’ve spent the last year squirreling money away to section off part of the living area for Lily’s room and now that’s going to have to wait, again, because I need a new car. It’s just... fuck.” She spat. “I’m just sick of planning, working hard and saving like crazy to have it all go pear shaped. I’m just tired of it.” Her voice trembled and she got up to pace. “I’m tired of working my ass off and getting fucking nowhere.”

He could hear the threatening tears. The remnants of last night slinking their way back in. “Hey.” He soothed and stood, sweeping her into his arms gently as she walked past. “Don’t cry love.”

“Mmnot.” She mumbled as she held onto him, she wanted too though. Her thoughts were still raw from last night for more disappointment and stress.

“We’ll work it out.” He kissed her temple. “For the moment you have my car and I’m more than happy for you to use it. I only use it for longer trips so I can catch a cab if I need to go anywhere.”

“But I don’t want it messing with your schedule either. It’s your car you should be able to use it when you want to.” It came out more of a whine than a statement and she hated sounding like a petulant child, but it really wasn’t fucking fair.

“It’s not. Hey.” He hooked a finger under her chin and tipped it up so she’d look at him. “Use the car. It’s a squeeze for you guys but use it ok? For as long as you need to.”

“Ok.” She said and he could tell she wasn’t happy about it.

“It’s either that or I buy you one.” He quipped, knowing what her reaction would be.

“And I’ll be extremely angry with you if you do.” She looked at him and he saw the fire kindle in those eyes.

“That’s what I thought. Use the car Sildie. It sits there half the time collecting dust anyway.” He kissed her. “But I understand your frustration. We’ll sort it out ok? Give it some time, let things settle down, there’s no rush.” Especially when things could potentially change come Christmas, he thought. “What else is troubling you love?” He asked and kissed her gently.

“You sure you’re ok?” She asked quietly. “I didn’t want to blindside you this morning but I felt like I did.” She rested her forehead on his. “I didn’t mean to, especially after my bitch fit at you last night. Which again, I’m sorry.”

“I’m ok, we’re ok, and you didn’t blindside me, I had a feeling you were getting close to finishing it.” He looked at her. “Reading it upset you.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“Yes.” She kept her answer short not wanting to force him to talk about any of the contents from that toxic book.

“I’m sorry. I never meant for it to get under your skin.” He never meant for any of it to touch her or her life. His sensitive goddess, she felt everything so keenly.

“It’ll be fine, it’s just, she’a a nasty piece of work.”

“She is. Was that part of being upset last night?” He asked softly.

“A little, I think it just got added to everything else.”

“I’m sorry.”

She kissed him. “I’m glad I read it though. You’re enough, and you’re stronger than her.”

“I am, and I have an ace up my sleeve this time. I also have you to help me get through anything that decides to try and kick my ass again.” He smiled.

“Always love.”

“Come finish your food, you haven’t eaten enough.” He guided her to the small two seat sofa and sat next to her.

He glared at her as she stole a coconut shrimp off his plate and grinned at him.

“Damn it woman I was saving that.” He said playfully.

“You should eat them first, that way I can’t steal them.” She quipped with a grin.

“You’d find a way.” He grabbed her hand when she went in for the kill again which had her giggling. He brought her hand to his mouth and ate the shrimp that she’d managed to skewer on her chopsticks not taking his eyes off hers. “Mine.” He growled and she bit her bottom lip gently when her pussy suddenly throbbed for him. That look made her all sorts of needy. “Careful love.” That dangerous tone making her wet. He pulled her in sharply and kissed her, sucking her bottom lip free. “You don’t want to be teasing me with that lip here.” He warned.

“I need it to be Friday.” She whispered. Fuck me she thought, the way he looked at her was enough to have her almost climax.

“One more day.” He kissed her seductively until she moaned softly. “Eat your food.”

“Tease.” She grinned.

She went and made tea once she’d eaten and found she liked knowing he was comfortable coming here for lunch. It was one of those normal things that made her day brighter. She knew it wouldn’t be everyday but for those days he could swing it she would cherish them.

“I swear you’ve broken my admin.” She said, setting the tea down and closing the door again. Her admin was trying to find an excuse to walk past her office to catch a glimpse of him.

“All I said was hello.” He chuckled.

“I think she has a crush on you. She went all dreamy eyed when she saw the flowers Monday.” She wouldn’t tell him she was just as wistful. They sent her to mush every time he sent them.

“Did you get all dreamy eyed?” He smirked as she sat beside him.

“Not a chance.” She said a little too quickly and he grinned.

“I like turning you to mush.” He growled and kissed her sweetly.

“You did when I got in your car this morning.” She murmured, her fingers trailing his jaw and resting at the deep V of his shirt. “Nearly made me cry.”

“It’s important to you.” He shrugged.

“It is, thank you.” She kissed him.

“You working late tomorrow? I saw your calendar.” He said sipping his tea.

“Yeah, I need to square some things away before you kidnap me for four days.” She chuckled.

“Want me to pick up the kids?” He asked gently and watched her. He didn’t want to push, especially after last night, but it made sense.

“Only if you’re ok with it. I don’t want to dump them on you if you have things to do.” She said hesitantly. “I think it would be nice for them, for you.” She shrugged. “Time to bond.”

“My calendar is pretty clear until after Christmas.” He leaned over and kissed her. “You drop them off tomorrow morning, I’ll come by for lunch and collect the car to pick them up. Just don’t stay at work too late. I won’t be happy if I have to come and collect you on the way to our getaway.” He said gently.

“I should be done around seven. Just depends what sort of day I have.”

“I’ll have a car pick you up.” He said without thinking.

“I’ll catch a cab.” She shot back and he knew he was toeing that line and left it well alone.

“I like taking care of you Sildie, when you let me.” He said gently.

“I know, just don’t like being coddled. It suffocating.”

“I’ll try to remember that. I don’t do it intentionally love.” I do it because I love you, he said silently.

“I know.” She leaned her forehead against his. “I like it when you take care of me, but I’m having to learn to let you. I have to consciously let go of the control. I’m not used to having someone like you be there for me. I like it though.” She added and let her fingers feel his chest, trail the edge of the deep V. “It makes me feel safe, you make me feel safe.”

“Good.” He murmured and felt his heart swell, he was doing something right at least. He understood her need for control, with how her life had taken such a dramatic change in direction it wasn’t surprising. She needed to feel in control of everything to know she had done the best she could for the kids. It was an enormous amount of pressure she put on herself and hoped he could relieve some of that pressure for her.

The light knock at the door broke them apart as Sildie got up to answer it.

“My one o’clock is here.” She said collecting all the trash from their meal.

“Then I had better get going.” Not that he wanted to.

“Thank you for lunch, this was nice.” She said softly.

“We can do it again when ever you want love.”

“Tomorrow, for sure.”

“It’s a date.” He cupped her gently around the neck and drew her close, his kiss destroyed her brain and curled her toes.

“I love it when you kiss me like that.” She sighed.

“I know.” He growled.

“Turning me into mush before you leave, that’s not fair love.” She grinned.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight.” He growled. “I want to see what you’ve got hiding under this.” He said tugging her blouse gently.

“Come on I’ll walk you out.” She chuckled. “And no breaking my admin please, I need her coherent.”

“Maybe I’ll hook her up with Valter.” He smirked as he pulled on his coat.

“Oh hush.” She chuckled, playfully slapping him. “I think she’d prefer you or Alex.”

“She couldn’t handle Alex.”He kissed her, one of longing, a promise of more. “And I’m taken.” He murmured. “Very, very, taken.”

“See you for hockey?” She asked gently as they walked out.

“You will.”

“Bye love.” She said quietly and he noticed she tensed slightly as he went to kiss her in view of her entire office. Still too new for her with everyone watching he thought.

“Bye.” He said and kissed her cheek softly. “Relax, they’ll lose interest soon enough. Just keep ignoring it.”

“I’m trying.” She said softly and nodded.

She willed the flush of heat, the red that was no doubt staining her face to disappear as she walked her client back to her office. She didn’t like an audience when she kissed him and she knew it was only going to get worse as they went out together more. She worried about how that would affect the kids and knew she’d have to talk to him about it.

She didn’t want them approached by reporters or fans wanting the scoop on their relationship, or have their faces plastered across magazine covers. Yes he was famous, but they were entitled to a private life and she’d see they got it. The kids were off limits, no exceptions.

With the day done she collected the kids and headed to the rink. Gustaf was already seated when they arrived and smiled as Lily squealed a dad dad and ran to him, a little wobbly still, but running.

“Well hello little lady.” He chuckled as she hugged him tightly, snuggling her in. “Hello lovely lady.” He said snaking an arm around her and kissing her.

“Hi.”

“Everything ok?” He asked, the stress in her voice wasn’t what he’d hoped for tonight.

“It’s fine. We just need to talk about the kids and reporters.” She said getting the twin situated.

“What happened?” She watched as his entire demeanor changed, suddenly fiercely protective, of her, of the kids. She relaxed, no doubt in her mind he’d rip them to shreds if they fucked with the kids.

“Nothing, and I’d like to see we keep it that way.”

“Absolutely.” He kissed her again slowly and felt her relax.

“Just something that’s been circling my head since this afternoon.”

“Talk tonight?” He didn’t want this getting out of hand, he wanted it off her mind and her plate, and he should have thought of it sooner.

“Sure.” She kissed him quickly and sat as Brendan’s team took the ice.

With a 2-1 win they headed home, the twins goofing off with an overtired Lily in the back seat keeping her from imploding completely.

“Ama?”

“Yeah B.” She chuckled at the outrageous raspberry noises coming from the back seat.

“Can you phone us Friday night? When you get to wherever Gustaf’s taking you?” Brendan asked quietly.

She looked over at the teen as she pulled up at a stoplight. “Of course.” He was scared and she should have seen it. Oh hell she should have been ready for this. It would be the first time they’d been separated for more than a day since the crash took their parents. And you fucking idiot, she swore in her head, you should have seen this coming a mile away. “If it’s too much B I’ll cancel.” She didn’t want to, she’d been looking forward to some adult time, but if this was going to spiral him she would, the kids came first.

“No, I don’t want... you guys need some time together and I don’t want to ruin it.” He mumbled.

“Look at me B.” The teen did and her heart sank, the kid was terrified. “You guys come first and if it’s too much, Gustaf will understand, so will I.”

“No, I still want you to go, just call when you get there?” He asked again.

“You’re sure? Absolutely a million percent sure you’re ok with it?” The kid nodded. “And yes I’ll call when we get there. I’ll even send pics.” She smiled.

“Do you know where you’re going?” He asked as the light went green.

“No clue.” She chuckled as she drove. Brendan snickered and the grin said it all.

“You know don’t you? You holding out on me?” She joked.

“Yep and I’m soooo not telling.” He giggled.

“Oh come on he won’t know.” She said slyly.

“Nope. You’re gonna love it though.”

“Yeah well we’ll see.” She said pulling into Gustaf’s parking space. She frowned at the car next to her, someone had parked in her spot. “Damn it. The nerve of some people.” She grumbled as she pulled Lily out and cuddled her in. She’d deal with that once the kids were upstairs. Just because her car had died didn’t mean her parking space was no longer hers.

Gustaf had beaten them home and dinner was waiting for them, the boys whooping when they saw it was pizza. Hockey nights had turned into pizza nights. Lily cried a dad dad for him and Sildie smiled.

“Looks like she wants you tonight. Not that I blame her, I kinda want you too.” She murmured and kissed him as he took Lily. “Hey you good with these guys for a hot minute I need to go down and report the asshole who parked in my space.” She sighed, not really wanting to deal with something else tonight.

He grinned and kissed her. “That asshole is me love.” He chuckled.

“Oh, sorry.” She huffed. “Wait...”

“I figured one car was going to get old real fast and we couldn’t go away this weekend and not have a car here for Alice to use.” That was his reasoning and he was sticking to it.

“Oh, yeah, I didn’t think of that.” She scrubbed a hand over her face. There was way too much shit going on for her to think straight.

“Anyway, that car is roomier so I’ll put Lily’s seat in there after dinner. You can take that one tomorrow.” He wasn’t going to make a big deal over it because as soon as she realized he’d bought the damn thing she’d flip her shit.

“The one it’s in is fine.” She looked at him suspiciously, did he buy another car, she wondered?

“I know, this will be better, there’s more room, and I like driving my car for longer trips.” She’d told him he wasn’t allowed to repair or buy her a car, she didn’t say anything about him buying another car for himself. She’d rage at him when she figured it out. But he had a plan, gifts and food were off limits and Christmas was three weeks away.

They sat and ate, the kids dragging homework to the table so they could multitask. As they finished up Gustaf headed to the garage to take care of the car seat and Sildie got Lily in a bath. She was a grumpy little lady and screaming by the time Gustaf got back.

“Oh Lily bear, it’s not that bad honey.” He cooed with a chuckle as he stepped into the bathroom.

“Anyone would think I was murdering her with the amount of noise she’s making.” Sildie chuckled as she pulled the plug and bundled the child into a towel. Gustaf took Lily when she launched herself at him and dressed her for bed.

“You said earlier you were worried about reporters, media.” He prompted gently, he wanted to get to the bottom of that potential shit storm immediately.

“It was something that came to mind after you left. Everyone watching us. I don’t like it but it’s part of your world that I’m going to have to deal with, I just don’t want the kids involved. They deserve to be left alone regardless of who you are.” She said honestly as she kicked off her heels and shucked the suit jacket.

“I agree and I can assure you, I’ll do everything to see them shielded from it.” He said softly as he snuggled Lily in. “You as well.”

“Is there anything we can do to sort of say the kids are off limits? I mean I can go all lawyer on them but I don’t really want to do that. Yet.” She said toying with his shirt.

“I’ll talk to Daisy and Jack. I have a few strings to pull on that end.” His knuckles brushed her cheek and he kissed her tenderly. “I’m sorry I didn’t do anything sooner. I didn’t think of it until you said something and I should have.”

“It’s ok. It’s just bad enough with my work colleagues, I don’t want the kids going through that.”

“Completely understandable.” He kissed her again letting seduction take the wheel until she moaned. “Your work colleagues will calm down once the novelty’s worn off.”

“Or I send them a cease and desist memo.” She muttered. “Oh and one thing for Friday.”

“Mmmmm?”

“I need to be able to call the kids when we arrive.” She fiddled with the buttons on his shirt and couldn’t look at him. She felt so silly for even asking, of course she could call them, it wasn’t like he’d take her phone away.

“Look at me.” He whispered. “You ok?” He asked when her eyes met his.

“Never mind it’s fine.” She shook her head and his hand caught her arm before she could fully get out of reach.

“No, not never mind.” He said gently and kissed her reassuringly. “What’s going on?”

“Brendan asked if I could call them when we land, park, dock, to wherever it is you’re kidnapping me to.” She huffed.

“Of course.” He pulled her in so he could wrap and arm around her and secure her to him. “My two best girls.” He kissed her temple and let the closeness relax her, hoping she’d spill what was really on her mind.

“Talk to me love.” He said softly when she clammed up.

“This is the first time I’ve been away from them for more than a night, further away than next door.” She mumbled. “Brendan talked to me in the car on the way home. I should have seen it earlier, dealt with it earlier but to be honest it didn’t even cross my mind until he asked. I’m so fucking hopeless at this shit.”

“He’s scared.” Gustaf stated more than asked.

“I think terrified would come closer.” She murmured.

“I’ll chat with him.”

“No, leave it, please. I said I’d call him and I don’t want this turning into a big deal.” She said, eyes pleading.

“You sure?”

“Yes, and I can text Alice some pictures. I want to make this a good thing, not something they dread or get anxious about.” She sighed out and rested her forehead against his. “Even though I’m anxious enough for everyone. Things have to level out to some sort of normal soon, right?”

“It will love, give it time, and you’re far from hopeless at this.”

“I’m nervous.” She said honestly.

“I know.” He whispered and kissed her brow. “Together love. One step at a time.”

“She’s almost asleep.” Her fingers caressed Lily’s hair as the child’s eyes started to droop.

“Then dance with me until she is.” He held onto her and swayed as she relaxed into him, head on his shoulder, kisses to Lily’s forehead, and soon the tiny child was drifting under.

Gustaf put Lily to bed and lingered as she settled, his large finger gripped tightly in her little fist. He could hear Sildie reading to the boys and headed to the kitchen to make tea. She would want to read now, get it out the way before coming to bed and he’d try and coax her into an early night considering the lack of sleep and overwhelming stress she endured yesterday. He was sitting on the couch with his tea when she came in and closed the hall door. She didn’t sit to read, instead she came over to straddle him and rested her head against his chest. He felt the stress leave her, melt clean off her bones as she slumped.

“You ok?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Yamnow.” She mumbled.

“Not reading?”

“I should but I’m beat to hell.” She said wrapping her arms around him. “Fuck I missed you.” She sighed and grinned as his laugh rumbled through his chest. “And I was an ungrateful bitch to you last night.”

“I missed you too love.” He kissed the top of her head and lingered breathing her in. “And that was last night, let it be done.” He kissed her temple and felt her relax further into him. She’d said the same thing to him after he’d had his meltdown, he’d show her the same courtesy.

“You know I’m grateful you came into our lives right? I don’t say that enough to you.” She brought her head up to look at him. “There not a day that goes by that I don’t wonder how we got so lucky.”

“I’m the one who got lucky.” He murmured, that deep rich timbre she loved. “You and four great kids. Whoever let you go is an idiot. Absolutely certifiable.” His kiss was that slow burn, seductive and potent. “I won’t be making that mistake.” He growled before kissing her so her pussy throbbed.

“You should go read.” He said as she deepened his kiss and lingered, her fingers toying with his buttons.

“Yeah, you’re right, I should.” She purred, as her hands undid the top few buttons of his shirt.

His hands stroked up her thighs and under her skirt, that single digit grazing her heat through the black lace. Her moan into his mouth made his cock twitch. “Fuck Sildie I want you.” He growled and swiped his finger over her clit and through that wetness he was growing hard for. Her moan against his lips had his fingers yanking her g string to the side and circling her entrance.

As he deliberately toyed with her, arousing her until her brain was ready to explode, her fingers hastily freed his erection. He savaged her mouth as she stroked him, those nimble fingers delightfully destroying his manhood. Palming a breast he pulled the fabric of her blouse aside so he could nip that one spot on her neck.

“I want you to fuck me.” She purred as two fingers circled her entrance teasing her. “I want to feel every inch of you.” She breathed.

“Anything for you love.” He kissed her hard as she shifted to rest his cock where his fingers had been. He gripped her hips and pulled her onto him as he snapped his hips forward. The mutual groan of ecstasy echoed softly around the room.

They found a brutal rhythm, the hard plunge deep into her, his cock hitting her in all those secret places. He ravaged her mouth as she held onto him while he filled her, his girth stretching her wide. She rode him hard, the bounce driving him deeper until he bottomed out.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He growled, biting down on her throat.

“No love.” She sighed. “You’re just so fucking big.” She purred, nipping his ear to emphasize her words. “So big.” She moaned as his hips snapped faster pulling her onto him, forcing himself into her with long deft strokes.

“Gustaf.” She peaked quickly and cried into his mouth as his cock pounded into her, her hands clutching at him as she tensed.

It was a fast, rough mating, an urgent need to fuck and claim each other, to scratch that itch. He plunged a hand between their bodies and assaulted her clit, the added sensation sending her over the edge. Her climax shattered her as he continued to fuck her hard, his own release thundering through him as he filled her with his seed.

“You drive me fucking wild.” He murmured, nuzzling her throat. “Stroking my ego like that.” He grinned as he nipped her ear, her throaty laugh making his cock twitch.

“Just stating the truth love.” She purred, that sly smirk tugging at her lips as she rested against him.

“Reading or bed?” He asked as they caught their breath, wanting nothing more than to strip her naked and take her again. Knowing she had reading, was tired, and had a crazy day tomorrow, he would have to settle for curling up in bed so she’d get an earlier night.

“I’m still gonna have to read for an hour.” She said, determined to be somewhat productive tonight.

“Want me to sit with you?”

“Up to you, but I like it when you do.” She placed her hands on his chest and stretched up to kiss him. “As much as I want you to fuck me all over again, I have to be the responsible adult and do my homework.” She said wistfully.

“Do your homework, playtime later.” He said playfully and she giggled.

“Now that’s incentive.”

“Whatever works.” He grinned.

They disentangled themselves and dressed enough to be descent if the kids came out. Seated at the table she got to work, the cup of tea magically appearing by her legal pad.

He kissed the back of her neck an hour later, not a second more and she shivered. He watched as her pen hand went lax, unable to put thought into action, as his lips kissed a trail on the exposed strip of skin between her hairline and blouse. That soft sigh as skilled hands massaged the rocks in her shoulders.

“Time for bed my lovely lady.” He murmured as his kiss found the spot below her ear.

“Ok.” She mumbled dreamily as he continued to relax her.

“Pack your work up.” He prompted.

“I can’t while you’re doing that, my brain won’t work.” Her mumble was barely there, he’d relaxed her into a puddle of goo.

His hands stopped and she moaned her displeasure when he pulled away. “Pack up and then I’ll take care of you.” He murmured and took the teapot and cups to the kitchen.

He watched her and smirked. She was still sitting there blinking as if trying to coerce her body to cooperate. He’d rendered her incoherent. Those lips she thought, those hands, he’d turned her to mush. She tidied up, packed her bag for tomorrow, and dragged her ass out of the chair. With everything set for the morning she headed to bed, Gustaf followed a little later.

“Those lips are deadly Mr.” She huffed as his arms wrapped around her, the kiss landing on her temple as he snuggled her in. “And so are these.” She mumbled tapping his hands as they flexed out across her torso, cupping a breast gently. His quiet chuckle made her smile.

“Sleep love you have a brutal day tomorrow. We’ll save playtime for Friday.” He murmured. He calmed her, the warmth, the strength, those protective arms keeping her close, home.

“But I have you to come home to.” She mumbled, already falling into sleep.

“Yes you do.” He kissed her head and breathed her in.

She shifted until her mouth found his, the kiss loving and soft. “Thank you.” She slurred.

“Sleep love.”

“You’re my home Gustaf.” She mumbled as sleep claimed her and he felt his heart lurch and his eyes prickle at her words.

“You’re my home too love.”

It had been a rough few days for her and with her birthday next week he knew her stress and grief would only worsen. Their four days away would hopefully settle her, or at least take the edge off. He knew she’d work herself hard tomorrow and was looking forward to taking care of the kids. It gave them all time to bond and he found he craved to spend time with them. He held her close, his Sildie, his home, as sleep pulled him under.

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How Remus Started Working For Patton: Part Three

Masterpost

Tw: eating? I mean it mentions fries/Remus being Remus/Swearing/Panic attack

After these nights out, Remus usually enjoyed the feeling of being in control of his body. But this time, all he felt was sore. He had forgot all the stuff he did before he decided to flirt with a gang member. Several of which left bruises.

"I knew I shouldn't have picked a fight with that seagull."

"Which one is it that you hate again?" Virgil piped up from his spot on the couch, one of his earbuds out to listen for Remus. Ree couldn't see much of his face from how his dark bangs covered his eyes, the roots beginning to return to their natural blonde.

"That one with the black markings on it's back. It has a personal vendetta against me, I can FEEL IT."

"Or maybe you just keep provoking it? I keep telling you to stop trying to steal it's french fries, it's unsanitary, and, the french fries are cold and those are gross."

"But cold french fries are my favoriteeeeee."

"Then get some that aren't from a deranged seagull?"

"Ugh. That's no challenge though!" He hopped over the back of the couch, collapsing over Virg's legs. "I need to feel the rush of running away from an angry flock! Natural instincts! We as humans were made to hunt!"

"Not in this day and age. Species develop over time, and as far as I can remember, you can get french fries at any fast food joint." It was clear Virgil was humoring him, prodding at his face. "Though, I suppose it's better than you chasing after people for their french fries. I remember you used to do that when we were younger."

"Ugh, I would, but I got away with so much more things when I was small. Nowadays it's less like 'oh a rambunctious boy!' and more like 'what are you doing??? Why are you wearing a toga covered in marmalade and trying to take my fries?'"

Snickering, Virgil merely tweaked Remus's nose, before turning serious. Ree had expected this coming, it wasn't like Virg to let things go that easily. "As much as I love discussing how much of a gremlin you are, I still wanna talk to you about last night."

"Ughhhh but we were having such a nice timeeeeee."

"Remus."

"Fine. Its not like we can change anything about it! It already happened! And I got this weird-ass earring from it which may have brought me into a cult or whatever. And now I have to wear a different earring in the new piercing and clean it because otherwise will get infected!"

"..." Virgil merely raised an eyebrow, not amused at Remus's usual shenanigans.

"Okay I know I'm not taking this seriously, but come on. You have piercings. You know how new piercings are."

"This is serious though! What if they're planning to kidnap you or something??? What do we do then??"

This whole matter was clearly bothering him, and when Virgil got too stressed, it didn't exactly do wonders for his mental health.

"Hey. Its gonna be alright. Let's just..." Remus wracked his brain for something that might soothe him, finally coming upon a phrase he remembered Logan using when he was stuck on one of his experiments. "Think things through logically?"

Surprisingly, it did not end in Remus's ass getting kicked, and instead on a quiet Virgil, who simply nodded as he messed with his earbuds, trying to keep calm.

"So. What do we know."

"We know that these are dangerous people who know where we live."

"Ok, and we also know one of them is an absolute candied vescular organ!"

"You don't know for a fact that they're a sweetheart Remus." He wasn't even thrown off by Ree calling it that, clearly more anxious than he originally thought.

"I do! He was very..." Remus tried to think back to some of the phrases Roman used, since he couldn't use his own and have it sound good. "Charming. If you will."

"Oh boy, this gang member must be something if he has you borrowing words."

"Hey! I can use words like charming! It's not borrowing!"

"Uh huh sure. Next you'll be saying-"

He was cut off by the buzzing of their apartment's old doorbell, an outdated thing that sounded like drunk and angry hornets. Virgil absolutely hated it, resorting to knocking if he ever got locked out, while Remus delighted in it, annoying the other with the horrid sound whenever he came home.

"Who the fuck could that be?" Curious, Virgil gently pushed Remus off of him, going up to the door and attempting to see through the peephole, even though the glass was cloudy and cracked.

Ree saw him begin to fuss with his headphone wires, mouth pursing as he began to overthink who was on the other side. This always happened when they weren't expecting someone, and even when they were, it wasn't much better unless Remus got up and checked whoever it was first.

"Don't worry Virgy! I'll get the door."

"Oh thank god."

Unlatching the lock, he made sure to have Virgil move out of the way, joking that 'if you're standing right behind it, I might make your body into a pancake!' He was expecting their landlord, or perhaps a neighbor, and maybe even Logan or his brother, though that was doubtful. What he most certainly didn't expect, was-

"Patton?"

Pat was standing beside...someone? He wasn't exactly sure, but this guy was pretty tall, even considering Remus's own height. Tall, a little lanky, but there was something in Ree's instincts that told him that he'd lose to this guy in a fight, not even including that splotchy looking scar on his face.

But back to Patton, why was he here?

"Sorry for the sudden visit Remus, I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay after last night." Pat was fiddling with his hands as he spoke, delicate fingers picking at stray pieces of lint or something.

"Oh! Yeah, I had a bit of a hangover earlier, but otherwise I'm as right as a guy without his left hand!"

Oops. Tall dude was looking a little more sour at that. Maybe he should-

"Ha! Is it because he's got nothing left?" Patton giggled, cheeks flushing a little at his clever pun.

Ok, scratch that, whatever keeps Pat smiling was worth whatever that other guy was cooking up. To his surprise though, tall bro seemed pleased, glancing between them.

"Remus...." Virgil called from inside, voice shaking. That was a bad sign.

As much as he wanted to figure out the mystery man, and to talk with Pat, he knew that if he left Virgil alone right now, it wouldn't be good. Leaving the door open for the other two, he turned to see Virgil attempting to ground himself at the thought of these two strangers.

"Hey. Hey tarantula. Its all cool. Is touch good right now?"

A nod was the only response he got, which was better than nothing. Remus lifted Virgil up into his arms, letting him rest his head on his chest to hear his heartbeat.

"Can you try and match my breathing? 4-7-8 right?"

Another nod, and the clench of Virgil holding onto Remus's wrist.

It took a while, but eventually Virgil was calm enough to mumble to be let down from Remus's arms. Vee clearly wanted to rest after that, so he took him to his room, letting him lie down on the mattress before he went back to the other two, who he had forgotten to take care of beforehand.

"I had to take care of him." He wasn't about to apologise for watching after Vee, even if the big guy expected him to. "How about we talk outside? I wanna let him get some quiet after that."

Patton seemed stunned at this stark change, but nodded, and let Remus lock up the apartment before leading them down to the complex's garden. The other one didn't say anything, just wordlessly followed after.

When they were finally settled down in the outside seats, Patton burst out immediately. "I'm so sorry! We didn't mean to make your friend scared!"

"He'll be ok. He's never been especially good with new people. You're okay though Pat and...you are?"

Turning his head to glance over at the other guy, he was surprised to find that his eyes were different colors, one more of a dark brown, and the other yellow.

"Demetrius. But you know me as Dee."

"Ohhhhh you're that guy! That guy who lifted me!"

He seemed surprised that Remus remembered him, or maybe just that he wasn't pointing out the obvious here, that because of Dee and Pat, Remus was apperantly part of their gang.

"Yes, I am...that guy."

Patton stopped fussing with his overalls to look over at Dee, perking up at that answer. Did he even know how cute he was?? Sure, Virgil had said that he and this Dee guy were part of a gang, but he did not have the rights to be so impossibly pretty.

"You're probably wondering why you now have a tag in your ear, am I correct?" Dee cut into Remus's thoughts with his voice, stern.

"I assumed it wasn't just a kink thing." Winking at him, Ree leaned back against his chair, legs propped up on the table.

"No, it was not a 'kink thing.' It was to give you clearance into our home of sorts. Since Patton clearly-"

Remus couldn't tell exactly, but he though he saw Patton jabbed his arm into Dee's side? Or something?

"-wanted to talk to you more."

"Oh! Alright. I have no idea where you live."

"In hindsight, we should have told you about it. But first-" Dee pulled down the collar of his shirt, showing the beginning of a tattoo. An anaconda, wrapping around his neck and disappearing into his shirt. "-I assume you know who we are."

"Dee! That really isn't necessary!" Patton frowned, pinching at Dee's cheek like a mother would to a naughty child.

"We need to make sure he doesn't tell anyone!"

Rolling his eyes, Pat leaned over the small table, clasping Remus's hands in his. "We're not exactly on the police's good side you could say. We'd really appreciate it if you didn't tell them where we live?"

Was he making puppy eyes? And, were those sparkles on his cheeks or was Remus just seeing things??? He couldn't tell, the image of dissapointing Patton was too much for him either way. "Yeah, yeah sure."

"Wonderful!!!"

The sight of his smile was dizzying, god it felt more intoxicating than the strongest drug. Was this that heaven Roman was always going off about?

Dee cleared his throat, throwing Ree off again. How many times was he gonna interrupt his inner monologues??? "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to hurry this moment up. I have a meeting later, and watching you two stare into each other's eyes isn't the best use of my time."

"Dee!"

"Not much of a voyager huh?" Remus wasted no time clearing the air, attempting to ignore the way his own face was beginning to turn red.

"Considering it's my brother, no."

While both him and Virgil had confirmed it, it was difficult for Remus to accept it. There was a couple similarities, sure, the way that their jaws sloped into soft lines, their hands, both worn with use, and their curly brown hair. But the glint in their eyes was different, not to mention the scars that seemed to line Dee more frequently than Pat, at least from what Remus could see.

"Can I grab my phone?"

"...grab your roommate too."

"What?"

"So he knows where you are."

"I'll see if he's okay, but it's not a guarantee."

Surprisingly, Virgil was already calm enough to answer Remus. "What the fuck would they want with me???"

"The big guy, Dee, said it's so you know where I am. I guess they'll want to suck out our brains together!"

"...as if they'd get anything from you. Your head is empty."

It was surprising that Virgil didn't fight about it, by his reaction earlier, Ree was almost certain that he wouldn't come.

The four met back up downstairs, Patton already chatting up a storm with Remus, leaving Virgil and Dee walking beside each other.

"What do you want with Remus?" Hushed, Virgil watched his friend and...Patton, walking ahead, the two already gushing to each other about who knows what.

"Oh I want nothing with Remus. My brother on the other hand has taken a liking to him."

"And that's enough to straight up make him part of your gang???"

Virgil couldn't believe this guy. Who the fuck does that??? Shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket, he continued staring ahead, not wanting to have to look at him.

"Well, I'd like to see you try and resist him. He can be very...persuasive."

"Oh am I gonna have to worry about him threatening me too?"

Demetrius (he felt weird thinking of him with the informal title of 'Dee,' when he already hated this guy's guts) seemed to bristle at that, and from the corner of his eye Virgil could tell he was glaring at him.

"Patton would never threaten someone!"

"Listen, considering your guys' jobs, I wouldn't be surprised if he did."

"Well if you're such a smart-ass, then why did you come along?"

"To make sure my friend didn't turn up on the news by the end of the day, why else?"

Demetrius shrugged off his leather jacket as they all walked, probably due to the afternoon heat. Virgil snuck a look over at him, about to make fun of him before he noticed that Oh Lord He Was Fit. He looked so lanky before though??? Where did those arms come from???

Demetrius didn't seem to notice Virgil's stare, or if he did, he ignored it, tying the jacket around his waist. "I doubt he'd be dead. You on the other hand, would not fare well under the gang."

"Oh you think I'd be useless???"

"No, just your pretty-boy ass would get torn to shreds."

"Oh so now you're saying I'm pretty." It was mocking, but he couldn't help a twinge of curiosity. Demetrius was handsome after all, even if he was a gang leader. But that was no excuse for him to fantasize! He probably killed people!

"Wha- no!!!"

"Mmhm sure."

The two continued bickering behind Patton and Remus's backs, the odd group traversing the city until they reached...well...home.

It certainly was going to be interesting...

#ts virgil #ts patton #ts deceit #sanders sides #sanders side fic #virgil sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #gang au #potential anxciet?

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