#and well. shit! a bitch was right and that still irritates me a little. how the fuck did that fucker know that much about me

[mars-ipan]

the hinata kinning is strong tonight

[nanamisgirly]

༊࿐ ͎. TIKTOK TREND? FOOL, YOU'RE GETTING FOLDED ft. boyfriend!sukuna

cw mostly porn, dom/sub, looot of degradation (he calls her slut, whore, thing, bitch), p in v, unprotected sex, blowjob, cock slap, sukuna is mean basically

wc 2.3k of filth 🙂‍↕️

reblogs and feed back are always appreciated my girliies :333

it all started because you wanted to try this new trend with boyfriend!sukuna. .

“stay put," you instruct him, setting up your phone in front of you before pressing record. at first, sukuna barely reacts, letting you tug at him like an impatient child. but the second he hears the telltale click of the camera, he sighs, already looking irritated. 

“the fuck are we doing now?” he grumbles, arms crossed. pink brows furrowed, scowl set deep—he looks done before you've even begun.

you don't answer. you don't even warn him. you just jump—grabbing his face, body crashing into his, lips speeding toward his like some kind of heat-seeking missile. “THINKFASTIMARANDOMGIRL—”

and sukuna does everything but think.

big hands clamp onto your waist, his body moving on muscle memory, his lips crash into yours. instinct takes over—he deepens the kiss instantly, teeth grazing your bottom lip, tongue already demanding entrance before you can even process what's happening.

you gasp, eyes wide, pressing a hand to your mouth like he just betrayed you. “what the fuck, sukuna??” you exclaim, breathless. “you're cheating on me?”

he blinks. processing.

then his brows knit tighter, lips still glossy with your spit, and he deadpans, “what the hell are you on?”

“you literally just kissed another girl in front of me!” you point an accusing finger at him, gasping like a scandalized housewife. sukuna follows the direction of your finger—eyes flicking from you… to your phone… back to you. his whole face contorts. his expression shifts from confused to genuinely offended, like you just disrespected him on a spiritual level.

“are you fucking dump?” his tone is flat, unimpressed.

you try to keep a straight face, but his reaction is too good. he looks personally insulted. “what kinda stupid-ass mind games are you playing, huh?” his grip on your waist tightens, pink eyes narrowing. “what is this, some tiktok bullshit?”

you purse your lips, trying not to laugh. “you're avoiding the question, cheater.”

his nostrils flare. “cheater?” he repeats the word. sukuna may be many things—cocky, ruthless, borderline feral— but a cheater? that, he was not.

“…y'know what?” his grip loosens. his voice drops, suddenly calm—too calm. “you're right.” his face comes closer to you, your stomach flips. “i did just kiss another girl in front of you. so i might as well do it right, huh?”

his lips slam against yours—rough, hungry. his teeth sink into your bottom lip—hard enough to make you whimper before his tongue shoves right back into your mouth. his fingers dig into your ass, pulling you flush against him, groaning low and satisfied at the heat of your body against his.

your brain short-circuits. this is—this is not how it was supposed to go.

“you wanted a reaction, yeah?” his voice is all rough and smug, hands grabbing at your ass, pushing you against his length. “wanted me to panic? get all guilty 'n shit?” he huffs a short, breathy laugh. “hell, no.”

he tilts his head, deepening the kiss again before finally pulling back. “the only thing i'm guilty of,” he murmurs, gripping your chin, tilting your head back, eyes burning into yours, “is not fucking this mouth properly.” 

your stomach plummets. 

you really fucked up. your whole plan—your little joke— is backfiring in real-time. because sukuna's looking at you like he wants to ruin you. like he's about to. 

“look at you, all out of comebacks now, huh?” his hand slides up your thigh, fingers teasing the hem of your short, creeping higher, higher, higher—

“'kuna...”

“you wanna call me a cheater?” he interrupts, tilting his head, gaze flicking between your eyes and your mouth. “might as well make it worth my time, yeah?” his hand moves from your thigh—down to your wrist. he guids your hand right onto his bulge.

he's hard. thick and heavy straining against his sweats, heat radiating through the fabric, throbbing against your palm. and then—just to fuck with you—he grinds up into your touch, slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of him. “that what you wanted, slut?”

your breath catches. your brain is screaming at you to stop—to explain yourself. but your frozen body betrays you, heat pooling between your thighs, because fuck—he's huge.

“bet if i put you on your knees right now," his voice nothing but gravel and sin, "you'd let me fuck your throat just 'cause i told you to.”

a soft involuntary whimper escapes your lips. 

“yeah,” he breathes, cock pressing against your palm, twitching. “that's what i thought.”

sukuna doesn't shove you down—he forces you, his grip tight and bruising in your hair, yanking you onto your knees so fast your head spins. your hands slap against his thighs, trying to steady yourself, but he doesn't give you a second to breathe.

“naughty little thing.” he presses his clothed dick against your cheek, then against your lips—forcing them apart. his pupils blew out when he saw your tongue peek out. “bet you'd let me fuck your throat ‘til you’re drooling.”

you moan at his words, a slow, aching pulse deep in your core. your panties? a useless soaked mess—clinging to your needy cunt, every shift of your thighs making the wet fabric smear slick across your skin.

sukuna huffs out a low chuckle, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his sweats and tugging them down just enough to free his cock—thick and flushed, smacking your face on the way. precum beads at the fat tip, twitching with every little gasp you let out, as if it knows exactly where it's meant to be.

you should tell him that this wasn't part of the joke, that this was all just some stupid prank—but you don't.

“you wanted to act up,” he mutters, fisting his cock, tapping the heavy, red tip against your cheek, smearing precum along your skin. “now you're gonna be a good little whore and clean up the mess you made.” before you can even open your mouth, he's already stuffing it full, forcing his cock past your lips, down your throat, chocking you on his length. the stretch burns, your jaw aching as he forces himself in, holding you there—his fat cock throbbing against your tongue, head nudging deep.

you gag instantly, body jerking, but sukuna just groans, shoving you down further. “ohhh, fuck yeah—choking on it already?” his grip tightens in your hair, dragging your head back just to thrust forward again, forcing you to take it, nose pressing into the coarse hair at his base. “you like that, right? bet you fucking love being used.”

drool is already spilling past your lips, eyes welling up. “messy fuckin' slut,” he spits, pulling out enough for you to gasp before he slaps his cock across your face, sticky and slick with spit. he grins at the sight—your cheeks wet, lips swollen, chin dripping. “god, you look so fucking dump like this.” then he shoves himself back in.

“c'mon, take it. all the way,” he growls, fucking into your throat with rough, snapping thrusts. every movement is brutal, merciless, his cock stretching you open, forcing you to gag and swallow around him. “that's it. choke on it. fuckin' drool on me.”

you're gasping for air, moaning, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto your shirt. your throat is so tight, so warm around him, and he groans deep, his hips jerking harder. “shit—fucking knew you had a slutty mouth on you,” his jaw clenched. “all that yappin' and for what? just to end up here? on your knees, suckin' my cock like a desperate little thing?”

your thighs squeeze together, eyes rolling back as he thrusts deeper, faster, using your mouth like a fleshlight. the sounds are obscene—wet, messy, sloppy, each thrust making your spit spill further onto your shirt, dropping onto the floor.

“atta girl,” he yanks you down onto him one last time, his cock twitching, stuffing your throat so full you can't breathe. he groans, deep and ragged, holding you there. “gonna fucking cum down your throat,” he growls, fingers tightening in your hair. “and you're gonna take every last drop, got it?”

tears streak your cheeks, your body trembling, but you nod as best as you can, moaning around him, sending vibrations up his shaft.

“fuuuuck—” sukuna's head tips back as his cock throbs, spilling hot and thick white strands down your throat. the taste is overwhelming—bitter and heavy on your tongue—but he doesn't let up, forcing you to swallow every single drop. he rides out his high, hips jerking with every pulse of his cock.

when he finally pulls out, a sticky string of spit and cum connects your lips to his tip. he smirks down at you, wiping a thumb across your cheek. “good fuckin' girl,” his voice is thick with satisfaction as he forces your head up to look at him through your dazed, tear-filled eyes.

“now,” he purrs, dragging his thumb across your swollen lips, voice dripping down to a low, mocking drawl. “you're ready for the real punishment?”

“t-the real p-punishment?” you managed to let out through your sore throat, confusion written all over your face.

sukuna crouches down to your level as his fingers trail along your spit-soaked chin. “oh, don't you think i was going to stop there," he licks his lips. “i was just warming up my cock, babe.” and in an instant he's scooping you up off the floor, manhandling you like you weigh nothing, throwing you over his shoulder.

“k-kuna—”you squeak, but he smacks your ass so hard you yelp.

“shut up. you don't get to talk. you just get to take it.”

the world tilts, your back suddenly hitting the bed, the sheets cool against your overheated skin. sukuna's already climbing over you, spreading your legs apart with one firm push of his knee. his grin is nothing short of predatory as he takes in the sight of you—lips swollen and puffy, mascara smudged from your teary eyes, thighs already trembling in anticipation.

“you look so fucking ruined already,” he muses, dragging his fingers up your thighs, spreading your legs wider. his hand dips between your thighs, fingers pressing against the soaked fabric of your panties, and he lets out a low, amused hum. “look at this mess.” his digits drag over your puffy lips, pressing right on your clit through the fabric. “all that from just sucking my cock?”

you whimper, hips twitching, heat spreading through your stomach.

sukuna clicks his tongue “pathetic.”

with one swift motion, he grabs your underwear and rips them clean off, tossing the useless scrap of fabric aside. then, without warning he's spreading your folds apart, groaning at the sight. “god damn.” his thumb swipes through your slick, coating his fingers in your arousal before shoving them into your mouth. “taste that, slut? that's what a cock-hungry little bitch tastes like.” your tongue swirls around his fingers, sucking them in pure submission, and he groans. “fuck you're so easy. just a dump little thing, waiting for me to stretch you out, huh?”

his fingers slide out of your mouth, trailing back down to your dripping cunt, rubbing slow, teasing circles against your aching clit, smearing your wetness over the swollen bud. his cock is already thick and heavy between his legs, flushed and twitching, leaking precum onto your skin like you hadn't made him cum minutes ago. 

“i could slide in right now. no prep, no warning— just split this pretty cunt open and make it take me.” his fingers pressing against your entrance.

your breath hitched, a needy whimper slipping past your lips as your hips bucked into his touch, desperate for more.

and that's when he slaps your pussy. 

a sharp, wet smack! rang through the room, the sting pulsing through your clit. your entire body jolted, a choked whine leaving your throat, but sukuna was already gripping your hips, holding you still, fingers digging into your flesh. positioning himself against your core.

“wanna act shy, now?” he mocked, a cruel smirk curling his lips. he dragged the thick head of his cock along your slick folds, grazing your sensitive clit. “you wanted this, didn't you?” his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. “so be a good girl and take every fucking inch."

sukuna doesn't easy you into it. doesn't give you time to adjust. 

he's too big, stretching you open with one deep, brutal thrust that punches a gasp right out of you. your nails clawed at the sheets, back arching as he buried himself to the hilt, the stretch almost unbearable, the girth of him pulsing inside your clenching walls. 

“fuckin' take it.” sukuna snarled, his hips snapping forward, shoving his monstrous cock balls-deep inside your fluttering cunt. “wanted my attention, yeah? wanted to run that filthy mouth, calling me a cheater—" he pulled back just enough to drive into you again. "now feel every inch of me.”

your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a perfect O as he sets a punishing pace. the slick obscene slap! slap! slap! of skin-on-skin was the only thing we could hear, your dripping cunt sucking him in, making a mess all over his cock and the sheets. 

“listen to yourself,” he pants, voice thick with lust, his sweat-damp chest pressing against yours as he leaned down. “dripping all over me like a desperate fuckin' whore.” his hand found your thigh, shoving your legs up, spreading you even wider. sukuna was relentless, stuffing you full, hitting every nerve ending like he was made to break you. the pleasure bordered on unbearable, a searing heat pooling in your gut. 

“p-please,” you sobbed, tears clinging to your lashes. “w-want m-more—” 

he huffed out a dark chuckle, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his shoulders, folding you in half as he straightened up, arms locked firmly around your thighs. his cock drove even deeper, pounding into you with ruthless force, heavy balls slapping against your soaked, swollen cunt. the impact stole the breath from your lungs. 

“yeah?” sukuna's voice was rough, his body slick with sweat, muscles flexing as he fucked you into the mattress. “then take it. take it like the fucktoy you are.” 

“y-yes, i-i'm your f-f-fucktoy—mfghn” another sharp thrust, brutal and deep. the swollen head battering your cervix. “so tight,” he growled, “squeezing my cock like you were made for it.” his grin was vicious, all sharp teeth and cruel satisfaction. 

“i'm—ohmygod—” 

“that's a good girl.” his fingers slip down to your clit, rubbing in fast, precise circles, making your overstimulated body jolts with every movement. “gonna cum for me, slut?” his tone was teasing, but beneath the mockery, there was something deeper—something possessive. “gonna cream all over my cock like the needy girl you are?”

you couldn't stop it. didn't want to. not when he was rearranging your guts so perfectly, pulling moans and gasping whimpers from your lips.

your body seized up, thighs trembling, back arching off the bed as pleasure crashed through you in violent waves. your pussy clenched around him, sucking him in deeper, milking his cock as you came hard, a desperate cry spilling from your throat.

and that's what does it for him. 

sukuna groans, a low, guttural sound vibrating through his chest. his thrusts turned rougher, messier, his control slipping as your walls squeezed him so fucking tight. “fuck,” he grits out. “gonna fill this tight little pussy up—gonna make sure you feel me leaking out of you for fucking hours—” 

one final, brutal thrust—his cock slammed in to the hilt, burying itself as deep as it could go. then, with a shuddering growl, he spilled inside you, thick ropes of cum flooding your overstimulated walls, filling you up until you could feel the heat of it pooling inside.

for a moment, the only sounds in the room is both of you panting, bodies still tangled together. 

sukuna doesn't pull out right away. he stayed there, cock softening inside your spent cunt, just watching the way your body twitches beneath him, your breath uneven, your pretty pussy still fluttering around his cock.

a lazy smirk spread across his face. you felt it against your skin as his fingers trailed down, spreading the sticky mess dripping out of you before shoving them right back into your mouth. “taste that?” he muttered, voice laced with amusement. “next time…” his fingers pressed deeper on your tongue, making you gag just a little.

“think fast before running that pretty mouth of yours.”

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[tojisteddy]

Sweet Ride | smut, 18+ MDNI, 1.2k words, softdom!Toji x sweetheart!reader

You’d been 3 months into your relationship when Toji Fushiguro finally realized that you, for some odd reason, loved letting idiots fuck you.

It must’ve been where that very minuscule masochism kink came from. Had to be.

He’d noticed the way you’d get shocked when he went to pay for— well- everything. Didn’t matter if he lost a shit ton from gambling and losing that day, didn’t matter if you went over your own set budget, didn’t matter that you didn’t ask because you didn’t want to look money hungry or if you quickly pulled out your card and paid. He’s sending $300 to you to make up for it. The man. Was going. To pay.

Toji also noticed the way you’d shy away when you realized he was actually listening to the words that came out of your mouth. Informing you that he hated that coworker of Sherl just a little bit more than you did. Plainly telling you ‘no’, he didn’t just want to see just your hair bone straight- he wanted to see your curly hair that framed your face (when you wanted to of course) and that he thought you would look good with any hair color not just the jet black. Or when you only went to make food that he liked,

“But this is what my ex-“

“—Mama, what do you really wanna eat? Tell me or we’ll both starve tonight.”

Truthfully, it irritated the fuck out of the man.

He didn’t get it, how someone so precious got treated like shit on multiple occasions. He kept reminding himself that you weren’t the problem, those fucking dick wads were.

But the irritation jumped back out when you rode him. He knew after that first time (just a week ago) that those fucking idiots didn’t know what the fuck to do with you. He’d cock his eyebrow up at you because he simply couldn’t hide the vexation of it all.

“You don’t like it Toj?” Your voice was hoarse, curls falling over your face, a pout forming.

It was clear the way you moved your hips back and forth, held yourself and didn’t use him for leverage, you rode your ex’s to get them off and nothing more.

More sins against God.

There had to be a scripture about it somewhere, “Never let thou spouse ride-ith you in cowgirl without her cumming.” Or something— the man didn’t know. He knew for a fact, only a bitch would never let a woman cum while she’s riding him.

“Toji? ‘M sorry, it must not be good.” You let out a shaky breath, trying to relax, not be too touchy. “ ‘S just harder cause you’re so… so big. ‘Nd I- fuck- mmm- don’t think I’ve ever had time to relax like this. I must be takin too long.”

Shit, you frowned, big brown puppy eyes looking down at the green eyed monster and his heart ached. He nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, his poor pretty baby. Sweet doll, don’t you worry your little head. Your Toji would fix this little problem tonight.

And when you two were done, he’d beat the fucking breaks out of each and every single one your exes.

It would cleanse the soul.

“ ‘S okay baby, yer doin good. Need you to relax f’me. Want you to take a little bit more though, hm? You can take it, right? You’re a good girl.”

You bit your lip, nodding in agreement.

Such a good girl. Toji’s sweet ‘nd good girl.

Tojis hands pulled you closer. “How do I get ya to relax then? Can you tell me?” You felt your cheeks heat up, shaking your head and attempting to hide yourself in his neck. But Toji kept you still, playfully bumping your foreheads together with a chuckle.

“Let’s find out then,” His hands wandered, up and down your sides, then one staying at the small of your back, the other making its way to your pretty tit in his hand. Slowly massaging it in his palm. “Maybe you like it here?”

You whimpered in his mouth and Tojis scar moved upward in amusement, green eyes low. He left a trail of kiss from your cute cheeks, down to your jaw. “Or here?” Down to your neck, taking a few nibblies here and there. “Or here?”

You let out a soft moan, finally nodding your head.

“Words, mama.” He was stern but you felt the grin against your neck.

“T-there feels— feels so nice Toj.” The man hummed at your words, being sure to praise you with an array of kisses and hickeys for the world to see tomorrow on your neck.

“I-I can move now?” You asked. You felt so full with what he was giving you, but you felt so good with every little kiss the aching tip and veins of his member gave to your walls.

“Course doll.” He enterwinted your fingers, “Gotta take it nice ‘nd slow baby, don’t gotta go fast.”

You gulped, gradually lifting yourself up and down and rocking your hips back and forth, then repeating the motion. Your hands left his large ones, starting to use his shoulders as leverage, “There you go ma, there you fuckin go.”

He hissed, you were a god damn waterfall down there. Toji didn’t even know how the fuck you were still managing to keep him insider everytime you’d move up so just the tip was in, and slamming back down. When you tried to go faster a large calloused hand came down to your ass.

“B-but Tojiii,” you whined, slowly swiveling your hips one time to get a curse out of him. “Wanna make you feel good too.”

“ ‘Nd I ‘ppreciate Doll, I do. You feel so fuckin good too ma, but it’s not about me tonight, ‘s about you. Need you to really feel it deep in your pretty pussy.” He gave you a few thrusts, matching your rhythm creating the most beautiful smack smack smack your bedroom has ever heard.

“Take what you need babygirl.”

Toji had a way with words, he’d gotten a pornographic moan from it alone. Your nails dug into his shoulders, the meat of your thighs jiggling every time you came down. Slick drenching Toji’s cock, your thighs were burning but you kept moving. Chasing your high with every bounce on his fat fuck.

“Goooood girl, now you got it doll.”

“I can— I can take more Toji.” You stammered out.

“I’d loooove that sweetheart— shit ma- but not tonight. Ngh— This is just enough.”

“But—“

“-Aht,” he grumbled, helping you move your hips as you got just a tad too slow for his liking, “don’t bite more than you can chew. Come on, you can make yourself and your boyfriend cum, can’t you?”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, you were grinding and slamming yourself down what you could take as hard as ever getting a loud from Toji. You were such a good and fast leaner, the man would have to keep you. Train you to do other things, soon enough you’d be able to take all of him. You were fucking pulsing like a over worked heartbeat around him as a wave of emotions smacked you over the head, a string of fuck fuck fuck and Toji Toji Toji leaving your mouth.

The man growled, giving your ass a few harsh smacks as he rapidly thrust into you. You never knew when you were cumming so you never vocalized it.

You’d work on that too.

Quickly pulling out, spurts of his cum hit your stomach. You both were panting messes, Toji’s pink lips meeting your temple, then your soft full lips.

“Good fuckin job, mama.”

a/n: ride the dragon by fka twigs

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[angelsforthenight]

screen babe, mean babe, guess who’s gonna cream babe! (pt 2)

camgirl!vi x reader (read pt 1 here, pt 3 here)

summary: after an abysmal night, you know who PinkSage really is. you want to loathe her, yet you can’t seem to escape vi’s agonising game, especially underneath the guttural heat of your city’s sun.

pre a/n: yaaawl if ur expecting smut in this chapter then i’m sorry but not yet 🙁🙁 i want to drag s.m.g out longer than i did with my last ellie series so you’re gonna have to wait until the next chapter. sometimes a slow burn can be so much better and worth it in the end, i promise! hope you guys still enjoy <3

content: AAAANGST, vi is really mean, very slight slut-shaming, cursing, crying, playful!vi, teasing! this entire chapter is a huge tease, vi is extroverted, difficult goddamn lesbians, some painful yearning, some cute moments, vi’s got one point up in this chap but we’ll see how that’ll go…

“i know who you are.”

your eyes persist in hers: as if trying to burrow yourself inside them and make yourself known.

vi, irritated as is, raises her brows and shakes her head; urging for you to elaborate. you have no idea where your boldness came from, but you find yourself continuing.

“PinkSage. y-you’re PinkSage, i watch you all the time i—“ vi’s face does a whole u-turn, the colour draining from her face.

“hold on, shut the fucking door first!” she hisses frantically. you flinch into obeying her. when you turn back around, your heart sinks at the disgusted look on vi’s face. maybe you hadn’t thought this one through.

“the fuck were you thinking? saying that shit whilst your parents are sleeping right there?” she whisper-scolds, storming towards you. you back away until you’re up against your door. yeah… what exactly were you thinking was going to happen? for your favourite cam-girl to immediately get on her knees and start eating you out? of course this moment hadn’t gone as you expected.

“huh? you just gonna stand there like a dumbass after revealing that shit? you of all people?” vi continues, her voice raising. she’s so enraged! as if it’s your fault that the woman you’re supposed to idolise happened to stay in your house. it’s only a fucked-up coincidence. your lips quiver as you find your voice.

“you— you’re being too loud.” are the only words that you can think of to say. vi stares at you in disbelief.

“… my parents are sleeping after all, right?” you mutter, looking away. vi is scowling so much she may as well pop a vein.

“hah. you’re a sick fucking freak.” she laughs dryly, shaking her head incredulously. though your gaze flicks up to her; bewildered and hurt, you’re not just going to let her talk down on you like this. not when what vi does is worse.

“you spread your legs for, like, a million pervs online. i don’t think you have the right to talk.” you snap whilst your voice trembles. here’s to thinking the world of PinkSage…

“pervs including your dull ass.” vi scoffs.

“watch your mouth, unless you’d like to sleep in the streets.”

“oh yeah? and what would you explain to your parents?” vi’s lips twitch into a grin, “mommy, daddy! kick vi out because i jerk off to her online but she’s being mean to me in real life!” she mocks, her voice lilting into a higher-pitched tone. your instinct is to push her in order to shut her mouth. vi only stumbles a little, but she glares at you as if you’ve thrown tomato juice all over her white top.

“fuck you.” you’re about to leave until something comes over you, feeling compelled to say one last thing. let her sit with this shit.

“and for your information, last time you streamed? you orgasmed to my name. your_user? yeah, that was me.”

you relish in the way vi’s expression mellows into one of astonishment. she’s dumbfounded and silent.

“sleep with that, bitch.” you spit, hastily slipping back to your room. you would’ve slammed the door if it wasn’t going to wake your parents up. your mother sleeps with one eye open and any noise would have her rising from her bed as if she’s a vampire.

once you make it back to your room, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. you’re trembling: entire body buzzing from head to toe with adrenaline and fury.

two steps closer to your bed and you feel a glob of tears swell in your throat, shooting up to your eyes. they are quick to rivulet down your cheeks like a torrent, and you intake a shuddering breath, coated with phlegm. afraid of vi hearing you next door, you immediately cover your mouth.

you jump into your bed, too arrogant to admit that the reason why you’re sobbing in your pillow is because you’re upset. you’re fucking pissed is what you are, embarrassed that you even said anything — and that vi had the gall to respond like that. whereas a week ago you would’ve praised PinkSage as if she were a saint, you’re sitting here wondering who the fuck this woman thinks she is.

of course famous people are dickheads in real life. you should’ve expected this. you fiercely wipe your tears, yanking your covers over your head. at least you were able to have the last word. you think about the look on her face, hoping she feels just as stupid as you do.

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it’s the morning that’s downright awful. you woke up too early, and now you’re forced out of your will to sit with your family and vi to eat breakfast.

your parents are trying so hard to impress her and you hate it. they’ve even gone the extra length of setting a table in your backyard, spread neatly over the stone ground. you don’t remember there being this much food in your house, let alone the gingham cloth fanned over the table. as if this breakfast is a special occasion. they must think vi is a goddamn prodigy! they find it to be groundbreaking how can she be oh so sweet volunteering for animals and taking care of them, and how she works out a lot and that tattoo on her face…

you chew your food slowly, glaring daggers at her as she compliments your mother’s cooking with her mouth full. meanwhile you would’ve gotten scolded for doing that! you’re being petty and stifling: insanely moody in this delicate summer morning. how could you not? you were in tears because of her audacity last night!

you bet if your parents found out what vi really does, your dad wouldn’t suggest playing basketball with her, and your mother wouldn’t be asking her all these stupid, prodding questions. ones like, “vi, do you have a boyfriend? o-or a girlfriend! if that’s what you prefer?”

you two make eye contact then. a split second, but it was palpable like an electric current zipping up your spine. you’re the first to look away; suddenly interested in swirling your fried egg around, smearing the yolk.

“nah. not interested in that stuff.” she replies dismissively, cool as a cucumber, because everything about her is cool! peachy! you prick your bacon with your fork hard, bringing it up to your lips as you flicker a glance at vi once more. since she’s not paying attention anymore, your eyes decide to fixate on the slope of her nose, shimmering from the light mixed with shadows that are dancing from the leaves above.

vi mutters something indignantly to your father, something you don’t hear because she suddenly steps on your foot under the table. hard. you accidentally let out a gasp that’s a little too loud, obliging everyone else to stop what they’re doing to glance up at you. they definitely forgot that you were even here. you glare at vi, who’s looking away as if she hadn’t just done that on purpose. are we suddenly little kids now? did she wake up completely overturned? ready to be an upbeat ray of sunshine after rudely shutting you down last night?

“everything okay?” dad raises a brow. vi only pretends to be curious, furrowing her brows and pouting, a faint jeering expression for your eyes only. what is she trying to play at? this isn’t just mere playfulness. this is something else.

“yeah, fine.” you murmur. you’re ready to push your chair back and leave until you hear your mother.

“oh, y/n can take you. she knows her way around the area better than any of us.” you freeze.

“what?” you brow quirks into a look of foul disdain. especially because vi looks like a grinning dog at your mother’s suggestion.

“you guys can even take the bikes!” dad chimes in enthusiastically. you want the skies above to open up and take you away. right here, right now.

“but—“

“i would love to go with you.” vi beams. that wretched look on her face, full of mischief and lies. the sun on her face isn’t exactly helping either. it’s all a cruel taunt: the way it kisses her face, the way it highlights her plush lips curved into that sweet, deceitful smile. she could be the sun herself… if she wasn’t so obnoxious. yet you find yourself relenting, giving a speck of yourself away to the woman who gets under your skin. you force yourself to stare at the wooden ridges of the table instead of the sunlight dancing on vi’s features.

“…fine. where to?”

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the lazy july sun is beating down on you mercilessly. vi’s wearing a baseball cap, but you? you were too pissed off and stubborn to listen to your mother’s advice on wearing a hat. so now you’re suffering.

you’re steering down the tree-lined dirt track with your bike. though it’s so damn hot, you really do appreciate the beauty that summer brings along: how everything appears so bright and awake. you won’t pretend that it can’t be suffocating however, especially when you have a certain pink-haired someone riding a bike behind you, distinctly aware of her eyes boring down your back.

vi slightly quickens so she’s right beside you, you side-eye her.

“who says that theres space for the both of us?” your words may as well have a double meaning. vi grins. there is actually enough space, you just don’t want her next to you.

“i did. you’re so sweaty you’re glowing by the way.”

“aw, thank you.” you sneer at her before picking up the pace.

“hey, wait! i was fucking around!” she chuckles, following you down the road.

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you guys ride until you’re in the city: bustling with people and markets. mothers are dragging their screaming kids, men are oozing with sweat; grumbling as they push past people. you’re jealous of those passing by that are able to fan their faces. vi parks her bike, but you don’t.

“well, it has been lovely escorting you.” you mutter sarcastically, gripping the handlebars.

“what? you’re not staying? what makes you think i know my way around?” vi counters. she looks so puzzled, like a puppy. you swallow, seeming to crumble just a little more when you look at her face for too long.

“um, i didn’t know you wanted a tour… but fine.”

you two walk along the markets. vi has quite some time before she’s called in for work so she wanted to familiarise herself with the city beforehand. at first, you guys hardly talk, simply following vi as she wanders about instead: watching as her eyes glint at the vintage trinkets and antiques they sell in stalls.

you feel like a clamshell stalling quietly behind her, as she eagerly chats with quite literally anyone. she’s so extroverted! it’s begrudgingly interesting watching her communicate, her delivery of words smooth and clear, making anyone hang onto her words like rope.

there’s too many people in this narrow path, and too much pushing. you don’t want to lose yourself in the crowd, so you helplessly tug on vi’s sleeve. vi glances back.

“you good?” she keeps walking with you continuing to use her sleeve as leverage. it’d be a mess if you guys were to randomly stop now, with this sea of people that have clearly got places to be.

“yeah, i just don’t wanna lose you.” you reply, realising too late how weird that just sounded. vi, jovial as she already has been, only smiles wider. you quickly back-pedal.

“m-my parents would kill me if i were to lose our guest, you know?”

“here.” you all but expected for vi to lace her fingers into yours, holding your hand as you continue to slink through the masses of people. why is she being like this? was last night completely erased from her head, or does she just not care that much? you stare at the back of her head, as if that’ll give you answers. you secretly enjoy the warmth of her hand, subtly pressing your palm further into hers. vi doesn’t notice. good.

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you guys find yourself in a music shop. this, after all the other markets and shops you’ve visited, finally has captured your keen interest. you come here all the time, the main source of all your cds in your room.

your eyes sparkle when your fingers stumble across one you’ve always wanted. limited edition, and it has a holographic cover too! how sick is that?

however, the excitement quickly fades when you remember that because you were stuck in your cloud of fitful anger, you ended up forgetting your wallet at home. you palm your pockets, making sure it miraculously doesn’t just so happen to be there… but nope. nothing.

“boo.” you feel the hotness of her mouth hard by your ear before you even register anything else. you squirm away, glowering at her only to be met with a cheeky smile back. vi’s already got a whole bag of stuff! how nice that must be.

“you gonna buy that?” vi points her gaze at the cd in your hands. you slot it back in the genre section. “i don’t have money, left it at home.” you mumble.

vi snorts, “you’re a real smart one, ain’t ya?”

“shut up. go pay for that and i’ll wait outside.” you grumble, practically storming out the door. you’ve never met anyone quite like vi. she’s so playful, and stupid and sweet, hot and mean all at the same time: getting under your skin in the worst way imaginable. the memory of PinkSage feels like it’s slipping from your fingers like sand.

vi comes back a moment later, smacking a cd down in your hands and walking ahead like nothing happened. you stare at her confusedly, but your eyebrows quickly rest in realisation as you gaze down at the cd. it’s the same one you wanted. your stomach betrays you by fluttering and then churning intensely.

“hey.” you call out, making vi stop.

“what’s your deal? why’d you buy this for me?” you grip the cd, heart beating like a live wire. vi turns around and walks closer to you. branches are singing from the breeze, seagulls are cawing, but you can’t hear anything. not when your full focus is on her. not when she’s walking so close it’s as if she’s going to step right through you.

“‘cause i saw how much you wanted it. you were gleaming.” she shrugs. how casual she must be, whilst your heart is pounding to the rhythm of her syllables. vi-o-let. why must you treat me this way?

“it’s no big deal.” she stares at you blankly up and down. you point your view downwards, focusing on the ladybug that’s started to crawl on your shoe. a kind respite from vi’s torturous gaze.

“why… why are you being so nice? after wh-what happened last night?” curse your sudden nervousness.

vi might as well close the gap between the pair of you, gentle fingers tilting your chin up to direct your gaze on her. oh, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

“because you’re my biggest fan.” vi stretches out her words, soft and punishing. this godforsaken woman… you could quite literally die on her feet. your brain short-circuits and then switches off. especially when you witness vi’s gaze flickering to your lips. your breathing quickens, and it feels like your body isn’t yours anymore. you may as well be a floating bubble.

until vi takes her hat off and puts it on your head instead, patting it. “come on, let’s skedaddle. you don’t think our bikes got stolen, do you?” she jogs ahead, whilst you stand here like a dumbass, the cd lying limply in your hands.

this is a brutal penance worser than last night. vi did that on purpose, to see your reaction, and now that she’s got her fill, she’s going back to pretending as if nothing happened. how unsparing. how cruel.

you force yourself to drag your feet, one feet after the other towards vi. your head is lagging behind, still stuck on her touch.

chapter 3

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[aerchivez]

idk if you take requests but if you do, can you do a little drabble where readers a biology student trying to study meanwhile sukunas trying to distract them

𐙚 annoying bugger : ryomen sukuna !

synopsis : midterms are coming up and you have been studying for way too long… ‘kuna feels neglected.

note : no ‘cuz i study so much too… where’s sukuna to distract me from all this ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა also, i’ll respond to requests as much as i can!

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“what the fuck are you reading and why are you not even looking at me.” your boyfriend never uses this tone on you. you only hear this when he’s talking to other people.

“the fuck you using that tone for?” irritated, you reciprocated sukuna’s disrespectful tone leaving him surprised. “damn, sorry baby. never gonna happen again, but seriously midterms isn’t until a couple months.”

he was kinda right and wrong, it’s never too soon to start preparing for midterms. biology is an absolute bitch, you have to fully understand how each component works, systems, reproduction, regulation, and all that jazz.

you were smart, but not the kind where it naturally just comes to you. you have to work hard to be able to do well and you do just that.

though he’s an engineering student, sukuna helps you study from time to time but his approach in studying is very different than yours. he’s a ‘i’ll just wing it’ kinda guy and to everyone’s surprise, he does!

“i’m having some difficulties evolutionary biology, i wanna do well for the exam ‘kuna.” you look absolutely devoid of life after studying for how many fuckass hours, trying to embed all the information in one go.

“okay, but i don’t think you should do all that shit at once. do it slowly?” sukuna stands up from your bed and went to your desk to give you a little kiss on the cheek.

“be more angry at me, i literally will not stop.”

“fuck’s wrong with you, i don’t think i can. not with you.”

“that’s bullshit you can do it!” why were you even having this conversation…

sukuna is a lot of things, especially a very angry man. he just can’t with you. he still talks to you with irate cadence in his voice, that’s just his default tone but he’s not actually mad. when he talks to his frat brothers though, he’s 70% of the time angry.

“i’ll help ya’ study if you have dinner with me, deal?”

“you seducing me or what?” you say with a giggle. “if that’s what it takes, then yes. get the fuck up, we’re doing that olive garden endless pasta shit.” your whole face lit up with pure joy, he knows you too well.

sukuna was laying down the bed the whole time you were getting ready. once you were finished you sit by his side and just stare at his face. lovingly, might you add.

“what’cha looking at? my face dirty?” you shook your head and gave him a quick smile as you near his face, smothering him with kisses all over.

“i’m not opposed ‘ta this but, you good?” he makes you laugh again, but he always does. a grumpy asshole to everyone, but he’s just your little baby gremlin!!

“yes, you annoying bugger.”

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Sweet Little Lies

Could you please do an Eddie x reader where Eddie and reader are a couple, but Jason and the cheerleaders bet that they can drive a wedge between them or break them up if a cheerleader hits on Eddie. He doesn't go for it, but the cheerleaders tells reader he did, but it clears up and ends happily?

Request by @somethingvicked ❤️

Mdni. 18+.

Angst with a happy ending 💕

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As usual at the cheerleader/basketball table talk had turned to one of Jason Carver's favourite topics. Eddie Munson.

He was pissed that Eddie had yet again managed to get one up on him and scared the shit out of him during class. Emma was immediately soothing and was thinking up ideas to get back at Eddie for him.

"He's such a freak, we should try and break them up or something. It would serve Eddie right for being such a shit to you" Emma smirks and bats her eyes prettily to Jason who lights up. Chrissy shakes her head in irritation.

"You should leave them both alone. They've done nothing to you" she gives Chloe and Jason a look full of disappointment and leaves the table.

"Ugh, spoilsport. Don't mind what she says, so what do you think? I bet you that I could split them up" Emma asks him and Jason is all for it and they both banter back and forth about what to do. Finally Emma looks triumphant.

"I'll flirt with him and pretend he was flirting back, he probably will though. I mean he's not going to turn me down is he?" She replies confidently, not that she relishes the thought of flirting with Eddie the Freak Munson but if it gets her closer to Jason then she's all for it.

"You're on" they shake hands and both eagerly begin to discuss their plan.

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He's confused when one of the cheerleaders walks up to him, she's all flirty smiles and shit. He's sure she's the one who always bitches behind Chrissy's back and flirts with Jason (Gareth is seriously invested in the drama of it all)

"Oh hey handsome, you're just the person I was looking for" she giggles as she runs a hand up his arm. He promptly steps back suspicious. What the fuck?

"Why are you talking to me?" a brief look of irritation flickers on her face then she smiles, "Oh because I think you're so cute. I've just always been too shy to say" she twirls her hair around her fingers and Eddie sighs.

Once upon a time he'd pinch himself that some pretty cheerleader was flirting with him but now? Now he has you and you're more perfect than any popular girl or any girl in his eyes.

"Right. Well I'm gonna just go" she side steps him before he can leave and still continues her flirting attempts.

"Maybe you and I can talk somewhere private?" She looks at him with a seductive look. Or he thinks that's what it is.

He rolls his eyes and ignores Emily? Emma, whatever her name is. He's not interested in whatever she has to say and finally she gets distracted enough that he makes his exit.

Unfortunately Emma finds him again and is all cutesy and laughs like a hyena at what he's saying (he's trying to get away, not make jokes) but she seems to find him hilarious and he practically high tails it out of her reach.

What a weird fucking day.

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You're trying to cram in some study for your English exam in the library when you're accosted by two of the girls on the cheer team. Both have identical sad looks on their faces.

"Um hi?" what the hell? You've never spoken to these girls in your life.

"Hi I'm Emma. You're dating the fre... You're dating Eddie Munson right?" You nod unsure where she's going with this.

"Yes" she looks solemn and pats your shoulder, what the... Were you in the twilight zone or something?

"Oh honey. I don't know how to say this but he was totally flirting with me yesterday. Like all over me flirting" you're so shocked about what she's saying that you drop your book with a loud thump. What!!

"Eddie wouldn't...I don't know why you're making shit up but..." Emma looks sympathetic but you feel like she's mocking you somehow.

"I know it's hard to believe but he was totally flirting with me. Stacey was there she will tell you" Emma replies smugly and you feel a pit in your stomach. That can't be true? Can it? Eddie wouldn't do that to you but her friend is nodding along with what she says.

No...

Emma sounds so serious and it's making you question things. She smirks smugly at you, "I mean why wouldn't he flirt with me. Sorry to be the one to break the news to you" she doesn't sound sorry at all and smirks as she walks away leaving you with a sinking heart.

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It's been a hell of a day and Eddie just wants to find you and cuddle with his girl. Bad enough with that cheerleader flirting with him yesterday, now today Jason was making weird loaded comments that Eddie doesn't get.

He spots you at your locker and the stress he's feeling lightens. Until he catches the look on your face, you've been crying and when you look at him you're practically burning holes through him.

Eddie is confused why you're so cold. "Princess what's wrong?" you glare at him and he steps back stunned.

"What's wrong? Why don't you ask that pretty cheerleader who you were all over yesterday?" You snap at him and he's seriously confused now. Do you mean that Emma chick? He spent half his time trying to run away from her.

"What?" you wipe your eyes that are full of tears and look up at him heartbroken, that look tears his own heart in two.

"Emma told me and her friend Stacy, why would they say that if it wasn't true?" You murmur sadly but a little bit confused. Eddie gently cups your cheek and you move away still feeling sick to your stomach.

Eddie's face pains and he desperately tries to get you to believe him. "Sweetheart, I'd never ever do that. You're all I want. I don't know what the fuck is going on but I'd never ever do any of that shit to you. I wouldn't cheat either, you know that" he looks so sincere and earnest.

You don't get what's going on either but it's begging to piss you off. It's then you spy Emma and Jason watching you and Eddie arguing with smug smiles and something clicks into place and you realise this must be some stupid plan of theirs.

"What a load of shit. I knew she was being a fake" you seethe and Eddie follows your gaze to Emma and Jason watching the two of you with those stupid grins on their faces, his eyes narrow which wipes the smiles of their faces.

"Should have guessed that the asshole was involved too" you cuddle into Eddie and he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm sorry, she was so convincing Eddie" he soothingly rubs your back as you apologise for believing her.

"It's okay princess. Fuck those guys, why don't you go ahead and get a seat for lunch yeah? I gotta track down Dustin, he's helping paint some figures for the campaign" you nod still pissed and throw a fierce glare Emma and Jason's way.

Once you're out of sight Eddie turns in that direction and walks over to the pair of them. Jason is all arrogance even if he does look a tiny bit worried, Emma is resolutely looking anywhere but him.

"Aww Munson. Trouble in paradise?" Jason teases but pales when Eddie steps closer to him seething.

"No thanks to you two dickheads, I'm warning you both, leave my girl out of your stupid schemes. Your stupid plan didn't work so count your blessings otherwise I would have been super pissed" He leaves Jason looking like he might piss himself and Emma babbling to him muttering freak and other shit.

Yeah, no one messed with you.

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After Eddie's warning lunch was a little bit different, Jason was suspiciously quiet as Chrissy wasn't speaking to Jason who wasn't speaking to Emma so all was not well at that table.

Safe to say the plan had spectacularly failed as you and Eddie were happier and more in love than ever.

[pompillar]

PLS MAKE ONE WHERE MC4S FAVORITE IS JIN YOU WRITE TOO GOOD

Oh aren't you just the sweetest? Okay okay, guess who spilled the beans that Jin is your favorite? Seeing as it was screeched across the cafeteria I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count...

Tohma - Oh honey he saw that a mile away. Was he supposed to be surprised? You're not very subtle. (And neither is his captain...) Don't be too concerned if you start to hear him say his April fools line a little more often now. What he wouldn't give to knock that bastards head off...

Lucas - Well he's definitely sure you aren't crazy. He kinda looks up to Jin. Like after he got scolded from the pit fight I think Luca realized that Jin is a good leader. And that makes him feel better that he's your favorite... but he's still got a twist in his gut from the verbal confirmation.

Kaito - This guy is the one who fucking blabbed. Sorry I mean screeched it across the entire cafeteria. He's so upset. Like you're so sweet and nice to him but you still fell for the same guy that all the frostheim girls do. It's not fair!

Alan - If his jaw tightens when he finds out no it didn't. He's... let's say it's annoyance. Feels like he can't keep the people important to him without Jin taking them away. Hell he might start inviting you over more, despite how unfamiliar he is with it, just to keep you away from Jin.

Sho - Ew. Sho probably thinks Jin is just another rich brat with too much money and unfounded confidence. Asks if you think Jin can even cook a ready made meal. Wonders out loud if the guy could even survive without Tohma around. Pretty sour over it...

Leo - Calls you basic (again) bc come on honor roll you can't pick someone a little more fun? God, what do you like smokers and jackasses who don't do their own chores? He's digging up dirt and gets slapped down like an annoying mosquito the second Tohma catches wind of it. Alan come get your lil bitch boy...

Haru - Sure sure, Jin is cool. If you like stagnant conversation that goes nowhere. Where Jin is cold and difficult Haru is warm and easy to talk to. He's got more opinions I'm sure but he circles back to how much more fun it is hanging out with him at jabberwock.

Towa - Annoyed. As usual. Are we surprised at this point? Tbh I'm not sure if Jin even considers Towa a threat in any sense of the word. But I think he should. One stray lightening strike in frostheim and it's got you chastising the ghoul immediately. That's fine as long as you're looking at him dandelion...

Ren - Oh the eye roll is everything. He knew you were a normie but he kinda hoped you weren't that kinda normie... But he won't ever admit that you favoring another shut in type guy has his hopes up just a little bit...

Taiga - Oooh shit. Fire and ice at it again. Makes it seem like he's only doing it to steal you from the ice prince but if he's more handsy than usual and starts carrying you around then trust he is actively pissed at that bitch. What gives Jin the right to be his kitty cats favorite ghoul? Fucker...

Romeo - Not upset per say... Just... Oddly irritated in a quiet way. Like you've somehow stepped on his toes personally. I feel like Romeo has mixed feelings about Jin. He clearly isn't a Frostheim fan unless he can rip them off but this guy is worse than just that.

Ritsu - This is an interesting turn of events. He's not your favorite? But aren't you business partners? Also this man is kidnapping you through portals with his sword do you need the authorities? Wait he's calling you his servant and making you do labor for free? Okay Ritsu is now invested in this it's a case.

Subaru - I wonder if these two have issues due to the whole dissidents/supporters thing... But as we've seen Subaru tends to go straight for guilt trips but this is different. Mentions how dangerous he thinks Jin is and that Jin wouldn't have cared if he knew Lyca was locked up in Ultio...

Haku - This guy knows shit we don't and it makes me irritated quit being so tight lipped you whore... He isn't surprised but he didn't peg you as the type to go for the frigid guys. That's cold princess... Sorry sorry he'll cut the jokes don't give him that look.

Zenji - I think Zenji would have no qualms with Jin. Unless Jin actively behaved like an ass towards you in front of him. Aaaand you're going back to hotarubi with him the second Jin calls you servant. No ma'am you're not staying here. How dare this guy treat a lady like that?

Edward - Sees right through your favoritism. He knows you like the little human prince. If you agree to give him some blood he might spy on Jin to tell you what he thinks of you... Of course you'll still have to handle Ed being fake sad about it.

Rui - Ah, always the bridesmaid never the bride. Come on he saw this coming way before waves of love. Girls just can't resist Jin for some reason. Doesn't matter why he's your favorite, Rui will tease you regardless. Even if the teasing is just to make himself feel better.

Lyca - nope. Does not like it. Refuses to acknowledge that that jerk's your favorite. He smells bad and treats you like a servant. After the mansion he has a new respect for maids and butlers so what Jin does comes off as rude to him.

Yuri - Don't. Please don't say that. Like you know how he feels about Frostheim. It's ten times worse when it's Jin. You won't see the true level of how upset he is, he'd rather not cry in public thank you. Yells at you to take your ass to Darkwick general and get out of his lab.

Jiro - Usually Jiro is fine, he's cool, he's collected, but there's something sharp and dark in his eyes when Jin is mentioned to be your favorite. It's a little scary tbh... How his eyes narrow at the mere mention of his name. Safe to say probably one of the most™ reactions of all time you can get out of Jiro.

Jin - Huh? Playing favorites? What are you five? How many times does he need to tell you to lay low and not cause any problems? No you don't see a smug smile on his face when he turns away. That would be unbecoming of the captain of frostheim. Give him your hand... No he's not going to use his stigma just give him your fucking hand already idiot...

[mylackoffaith]

Dragon's Dreamer - Part I

Summary: Winning races is child's play compared to waking up naked, and tangled in the sheets with none other than Daemon Targaryen himself. Not only that, but you're also the daughter of Otto Hightower?

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x modern!reader word count: 3009 words

next

“Cunt!”

You shift your gear, and manage to slow the car a little as your opponent, Blaze moves in front of you as a means to block your path. You swerve to the right, in a way to overtake Blaze. 

This race was not going your way, clearly. Actually, not just the race, but your whole day was just horrible. What with your landlord not fixing the water problem in your apartment and then to top it off, he had the audacity to increase the rent. Dick face. 

You mentally curse the person whose face you first saw this morning, blaming them for the mess your day has become. Then you remember it was your black cat, Storm. Instantly, you retract all your curses because, well, Storm's your baby, and he can never bring bad luck.

Teeth gritted, hands firmly on the wheel, you refuse to let Blaze have the upper hand. Today is not the day you lose a race, especially when there's money on the line. Your engine roars as you slam the gas pedal, and send your car surging forward. 

You can tell Blaze has noticed you trying to overtake him, as he tries to block you again, but you're not letting that piece of shit take your cash home. As he moves to the right, you swerve left this time, and slip past his car and zoom past the finishing mark.

You drift to a stop, a bright smile on your face as you savour the victory. Your chest is heaving, your blood is pumping, and your adrenaline is still running high. Blaze screeches to a halt behind you, his face a mix of surprise and frustration. You can hear the roar of the engines and the cheers of the crowd. 

The cool breeze feels amazing on your hot and flushed face as you step out of your car, heart still pounding. Before you can fully get out of the car, a screech escapes you as you are lifted off the ground and spun around.

It's Emma, your best friend, grinning from ear to ear, and cheering your name. "You crazy bitch, you did it! I could kiss you right now!" they exclaim, as you wrap your arms around their neck to keep yourself from falling.

Emma sets you down, both of you laughing and catching your breath. The high from your victory is buzzing through your veins. You can feel the eyes of the crowd on you, and Blaze begrudgingly walks over, a forced smirk on his face.

"Lucky win. No need to get too cocky," Blaze mutters, trying to save face but you can see the annoyance in his eyes. 

"Cut the bullshit, and face it, she smoked you fair and square. You're just a sore loser." Emma retorts, their tone sharp and unapologetic. They stand next to you, with their hand around your waist.

You can't help the smile that spreads you, and raise a brow at Blaze, "No, no. You're right, Blaze. Maybe it was a lucky win, but when I wake up tomorrow, I'd still be a winner, and you'd still be stuck  to the same old loser routine. Tough break." 

Blaze scowls at your words but doesn't say much, clearly irritated. Laughter erupts between you and Emma as Blaze retreats, the cool breeze carrying away the tension of the race. 

Emma turns to you, placing a kiss on your cheeks. "You, my girl, deserve a few drinks. How about after you collect your prize, we hit The Hop House? First round's on me," Emma suggests, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

You grin at Emma's suggestion, feeling the thrill of the victory still coursing through your veins. "Hell yeah, when have I ever turned down free drinks?" you reply, feeling the rush of excitement and accomplishment.

The two of you head off, with Emma's arm around your shoulder, ready to drink the night away. Your pool of cash awaits, and calls your name. our pool of cash is calling your name, and you've got plans for that moolah – rent's getting paid, the fridge will finally be full, Storm will get a new toy, and that PlayStation plus subscription is getting renewed. Because let's be honest, Joel Miller and Arthur Morgan are calling your name.

Nothing can ruin your night, or the following day. 

A groan escapes you, and son of a bitch does your head hurts, as you lift it from the pillow. You squint your eyes at the blinding sunlight stabbing through the curtains, regretting every decision made last night. Your head's pounding like a drummer in a metal band, and you're pretty sure a family of woodpeckers set up shop in your brain overnight.

Sitting upright, you realise that the room's a blur, and you rub your temples like that's gonna magically fix the hangover. A pathetic whine escapes you because going to work with a hangover is the last thing you want to do. Dealing with Rhys and his relentless flirting on top of this pain? No, thank you.

"Oh good, you're awake."

You flinch so hard, you might've set a record for the fastest, most ungraceful wakeup in the history of hangovers. The screech that escaped your throat is a sound you vow to never repeat. Like, ever. You whip your head around, and regret it immediately. The room spins, and you grab onto the edge of the bed for dear life.

You blink a few times, trying to focus on your surroundings. The blurred room starts to come into view, revealing a place that's definitely not your messy apartment. Because no way in hell is your room this big, nor does it look straight out of period drama.

You're stuck in some fancy-ass room with curtains that look like they belong in a royal castle. And speaking of fancy, there's a guy sitting across from you, looking like he just walked out of that show that your sister watches and sends you edits and facts about.

The guy is broad, like, shoulders-for-days kind of broad, and tall enough that you gotta tilt your head back a bit to meet his eyes. He's wearing a black coat, the ones that Lords wear in a historical drama, complete with shiny buttons and intricate embroidery

He's got long, silver hair, and violet eyes? What the fuck? You squint at him, convinced you must be seeing things. Violet eyes aren't a real thing, right? Because if they are, you need to meet God immediately and demand why you weren't given a pair.

"Easy there, little girl," he says with a smirk, cutting off your eye-colour investigation. You're still trying to process the silver hair and violet eyes when he leans back in his chair, all casual-like.

You're sitting there, staring at this dude with silver hair and violet eyes, feeling like you just stumbled into a weird dream. But, nope, this is real, and he's calling you "little girl." Rude much? 

"Motherfucker, don't call me little girl. The last guy who tried that got a black eye," you retort, because, seriously, who does he think he is? You might be in an unknown place, but you're not about to let this silver-haired dude talk down to you. 

"Oh, the daughter of Otto Hightower has a bit of fire in her," he chuckles, raising an eyebrow like he's enjoying this little exchange. That smirk on his face? It's practically begging for a fist.

"First of all, who the heck is Otto Hightower, and secondly, who are you?" you demand, your arms, crossed defiantly, suddenly feel a lot heavier, and when you glance down, it hits you.

You're naked. Covered only by these flimsy silk sheets, you're clutching onto them for dear life. You pull the sheets away to look down, to see that you're naked from head to toe. Your face snaps up at the man sitting in front of you, only to see his amused expression morph into a wide grin. Great, just great.

"Oh, don't worry, little Hightower, I've seen it all before," he says with a teasing glint in his violet eyes. You're not sure whether to be annoyed or embarrassed, but you quickly decide on a mix of both.

"Alright, first of all, stop with the 'little Hightower' crap. Call me by my name or don't call me at all," you declare, mustering all the confidence you can while wrapped in those flimsy sheets. He leans forward in his chair, still grinning like he finds this whole situation amusing.

"Fair enough, little Hightower," he says, emphasising the last two words just to irk you.

You shoot him a death glare, but he just laughs. "Alright, Silver Fox, let's cut the crap. Where am I, and how the heck did I end up here?" you demand, deciding to take charge of this weird conversation.

The silver fox tilts his head to the side, a confused glint in those violet eyes, while his head rests on his fist. "Did I fuck you too hard to make you lose your memory?" he smirks, clearly enjoying the banter.

You roll your eyes, unamused. "Trust me, if that were the case, I'd remember it vividly. Now, are you going to answer my question or keep making terrible innuendos?"

"Oh, good one, little Hightower. After the passionate night we spent, I reckon your father would have no choice but to wed us. Could you imagine, the pious and eldest daughter of Otto Hightower, and Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue prince?" he teases, his tone laced with amusement.

Daemon Targaryen.

You can't help but let out a chuckle, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. The laughter bubbles up within you, gradually turning into a full-blown, almost maniacal eruption. It's almost too surreal, and you find it hard to believe that this isn't some elaborate prank your sister pulled.

You remember all the times you had scoffed at the complicated family tree, and the absurdity of season 8. Your sister had insisted you give it a chance, and now it seems like she's turned the tables on you, dropping you into the very world you dismissed.

The daughter of Otto Hightower. The guy that pushed his daughter into the bed of the walking dead and practically handed her a one-way ticket to the chaos express. Seriously, why couldn't you be the daughter of someone sensible, like Ned Stark? The guy was practically the gold standard of fathers in the messed-up Game of Thrones world.

House of the Dragon, you loved it because it was much better than Game of Thrones. You also loved Rhaenyra, your bisexual baby, she could do no wrong in your eyes. Aegon was relatable, what with your mommy issues, I mean sure the guy was… Well, you pause, realising you might be here a while if you list out all his issues.

Viserys, if he weren't a king, you would bash his head in. First the guy pressures his wife for an heir, then he kills her. The only good thing the man did was make Rhaenyra the heir. Then the guy is a dick to all his other children. If Viserys had no haters, you were dead.

Rhaenys, and Corlys. The DILF and MILF of the Seven Kingdoms, and possibly even Essos. Well, followed closely by Oberyn, and Ellaria. . Rhaenys, your queen, held a pedestal in your heart so high you'd gladly sacrifice yourself just for the privilege of sharing the same air. And, oh, when they say black don't crack, Corlys was living proof. 

Laenor, now there's an underrated gem. Honestly, the best guy in the whole series. He accepted the Strong children as his own, raised them as his own, all while hiding who he truly was. Then there was Laena, sweet and fiercest Laena, who you'd willingly walk into fire to protect.

Helaena and Luke. Your precious little babies whom you'd preserve and hold forever if you could. They're the kind of innocence you'd fight the Mountain for. Your little dragons, the only ones who you would kill anyone for.

Jace, your sweet gentleman, the kind of guy who'd rescue kittens from trees. The type that makes you believe chivalry isn't dead. Truly, Ser Harwin's son, and you loved both the father and son, for being the way they were.

Aemond was…well, Aemond. Complicated, pitiful, and a source of both frustration and fascination. You loved Luke, but you also loved Aemond. So you were honestly conflicted when he had lost his eye but gained Vhagar.

But the Daemon gave… a whole new meaning to the term "complicated." It's like he took a crash course in creating chaos and then decided to make it his life'

"You find something amusing, little Hightower?" He's still grinning, but now it's more like he's enjoying a private joke.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head slightly. "Please, just call me by my name. I've had enough of your 'little Hightower' nonsense already. And I'm not finding anything about this situation amusing, trust me," you reply, your tone a mix of irritation and disbelief.

Daemon's grin widens, clearly revelling in your exasperation. He checks his nails, before crossing his arms casually, silver hair cascading down his shoulders. "Alright, name it is, little Hightower."

You shoot him a glare, but he pays no mind, seemingly unfazed by your annoyance. "So, care to explain how I ended up here in this…room?" you ask, your sarcasm dripping like honey.

Daemon chortles, the sound echoing in the room. "Well, my little Hightower, it was quite the surprise, I must say, having the pious daughter of Otto Hightower, bursting into my room, begging me to take her maidenhood. I suppose I should commend you for your bravery. Not everyone dares to enter the lair of the dragon."

You arch an eyebrow, your irritation growing. "You do realise that storming into someone's room and begging for deflowering isn't exactly a standard move, right? I'm not some damsel in distress, and I certainly didn't come here to beg for anything."

Daemon's violet eyes gleam with amusement as he tilts his head, considering you. "Ah, a damsel with a bite. I like that. It's not every day a woman challenges me, especially in such… unconventional circumstances."

"I didn't burst into your room, and I certainly didn't beg for anything. I have no idea how I got here, and I'd appreciate it if you could provide some actual answers."

His grin fades slightly, replaced by a more contemplative expression. "Well, that's a bit disappointing. I was hoping for a more scandalous tale to spread across the Seven Kingdoms."

"Sorry to disappoint your highness, but my life isn't a series of scandalous escapades. Now, can we focus on the matter at hand?"

"Fine. Last night, upon my return from Flea Bottom, what greets me? You, sprawled in my bed, slumbering in all your naked glory, like a celestial offering. It was quite the unexpected revelation," Daemon remarks with a grin, his eyes dancing with mischief.

You glower at him, the reality of the situation sinking in. "Look, I've already told you, I have no idea how I got here. I didn't plan this little rendezvous, and I certainly didn't intend to become some sort of surprise package in your bed."

Daemon's amusement persists as he hands you his white tunic. "Oh, don't sell yourself short, my dear visitor. Not everyone gets the privilege of waking up beside Daemon Targaryen. Consider it an experience worth cherishing."

As you reluctantly take the tunic from Daemon, still wrapped in those flimsy silk sheets, you shoot him a look that could melt steel. "You know, waking up beside you is not on my list of life goals," you mutter under your breath, more to yourself than to him.

Daemon seems unfazed by your displeasure. "Life has a funny way of surprising us, doesn't it?"

You scoff at Daemon's casual attitude, shooting him a pointed look as you begin to struggle into his oversized tunic. It's a struggle not to trip over the lengthy fabric, but you manage to maintain at least a modicum of dignity.

The tunic hangs loosely on you, and you shuffle towards a massive mirror, still holding onto the silk sheets as if they're your last shred of dignity. The room spins a little less now, allowing you to navigate the unfamiliar terrain with some semblance of grace.

As you catch sight of your reflection, you scream. No, it's not because you suddenly transformed into a Targaryen dragon or something equally absurd. It's the realisation that your once normal, probably slightly neglected, hair is now ginger.

Ginger hair.

The ginger hair revelation hits you like a ton of bricks. You stare wide-eyed at the reflection in the mirror, desperately hoping this is just some bizarre dream. You reach up, running your fingers through the vibrant strands as if expecting them to revert to their usual colour with a simple touch.

You take a deep breath, trying to accept the bizarre turn your life has taken. As you gather your courage, the room starts to spin again, and a wave of dizziness washes over you. Before you can protest or question Daemon further, darkness creeps in at the edges of your vision.

The last thing you hear is Daemon's voice, distant and muffled, as you succumb to unconsciousness. The world blurs and fades away, leaving you in a disorienting abyss. The sensation is akin to tumbling down a rabbit hole, but there's no Wonderland waiting for you at the bottom.

[jensettermandu]

oxytocin - jennie kim

genre; smut with some plot, fluff by the end

pairing; jennie x g!p reader (enemies to lovers)

content; oral (reader receiving), fingering (jennie receiving), degrading/name-calling, p in v :D

description; Something you and Jennie always did was hate each other, bickering every chance you two got, not caring about how others' ears fell off from it. Although, you two get put in a situation where you both need to try not to kill each other.

words; 13k+

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You shoved Eunwoo into the lockers with force, the guy hitting them and actually creating a dent, making you both stop and look behind him. "It's either that I am hella strong or you are just getting fat, buddy." You commented, your best friend turning back to look at you seeing the shit-eating grin on your face he decides to shove you back into the busy hallway. It was one thing when you pushed him since you pushed him into the lockers while he pushed you into a crowd of people. "Watch the fuck out, Y/n." Taehyung grumbled out as you got pushed into him, you looked at the guy. "Shut the fuck up Taehyung, no cares about you anyway." You said and the guy huffed as he continued to walk with his friend, he was one of your friends so it was ok to be mean.

"You have no chill Eunwoo just pushing me into a crowd of people." You huffed out and he gave you a smile. "Who told you to call me fat?" He asked and you pinched his side, making him squirm away. "Was that a little fat roll? Getting big are we?" You asked, knowing that he had nothing against it since you two were super close and always joked like that, he would call you fat and you would do the same, he would call you ugly and you would do the same and so on. There were no feelings getting hurt since if that would be the case one of you would say something. "The only thing big here is that attitude of yours." He bit back and you were just about to shove him back into that locker only for him to push your hands away and land his hands on your shoulders giving you a harsh shove instead of you shoving him.

This time you weren't lucky enough to get pushed into one of your friends or some random, but the biggest bitch you could possibly stumble upon in this entire universe. Her feelings of hate were mutual. The second your back collided with her side she pushed you right back the way you came from with much annoyance. "Get your herpes-infested body away from me!" Jennie yelled after shoving you away from her and you turned to look at her, the girl standing with a pissed expression, a scowl on her face as she fixed the purse hanging on her shoulder with the cross C's on it. "The only infested thing around here is that big mouth of yours with the yapping virus." You bit back and her eyes went up to you, looking away from her baby pink purse, her eyes sharp as she locked gazes with you although you weren't one to falter.

Jennie clenched her jaw in irritation as she couldn't even stand the thought of you.

"At least I'm not fucking braindead." She huffed out.

"Well...That's debatable." You commented and heard Eunwoo stifle a laugh behind you and you nudged the guy so he wouldn't laugh.

"What's debatable is you still not being in special ED class." Jennie said and her close friend Nayeon stood behind her just like Eunwoo stood behind you.

The two are used to the everyday bickering between you two that always happened. Everyone at school was used to it. No one knew why you two hated each other so much, you two just simply did even if there was no actual bad history between you two. You were the school's popular delinquent, known for that while Jennie was a popular kid, you assume mostly because of her family status because there was no way that it was because of her personality as it seemed quite rotten from your point of view. It's not like she was mean to everyone or a bully, the only person who she was a bitch to in their face was you and it was kind of the same with you.

Before you could say much more the bell rang and pissed about not getting to say the last word as Jennie started to walk, you tripped the girl for your own satisfaction. Jennie stumbled forward but quickly regained her balance as you had a big grin on your face until she without any hesitation turned around with her baby pink Chanel bag swinging towards you, covering and it hit the back of your head instead of your face. Groaning as the metal cross C's collide right with the back of your head. "You fucking bitch." You grumble out as she flips you off and walks away with Nayeon as if she didn't almost fall face first and then didn't assault you with her purse after.

That was just your first encounter with Jennie today.

-

The only reason why you were in this art class was that your friend Chaeyoung forced you to join it. It wasn't that you were bad at art, you would just prefer to do something else than sit with a canvas in front of you and paint whatever you were told to paint. Looking past the canvas that was in front of you. There sat Jennie very invested not in her half-finished painting but in her phone, you took the paintbrush and glanced at Chaeyoung beside you.

"Can I borrow that pink paint?" You asked her and she shrugged, taking the paint palette and holding it out for you to take the pink paint, watching you scoop up as much as possible onto your brush. Thanking her she went back and you moved your stool to get a better view of Jennie who was in front of you.

Taking aim, you whistled to catch her attention which seemed to work, Jennie flinched in her seat the second a big splat of paint flew right at her face. She stood up so abruptly that her stool flew back, grabbing everyone's attention. Her phone was discarded to the side as you watched her face turn red from anger, her jaw clenched as she with closed eyes wiped away the paint, only smearing it on her face and you finally started to laugh. "Jennie and Y/n-." The teacher got cut off as Jennie had finally charged up and her outburst came.

"You fucking idiot! I will fucking kill you!" Jennie yelled at you and you widened your eyes as she grabbed onto the pair of scissors that were laying beside Lisa. Jennie charged towards you and you grabbed onto your canvas, quickly holding it out when she swung the scissors your way and you realised that this girl was serious about killing you. The pair of scissors went right through the canvas.

"You ruined my makeup, you dickhead!" Jennie continued as the scissors fell to the floor with the canvas.

"If anything I only fixed it...You look more like your true self now, you know a clown." You said, adding fuel to the fire.

"Hey, that's mine." Minho beside you complained when Jennie took his colour palette and yanked it at you when you said that, the paint splattering everywhere and Chaeyoung beside you becoming a victim of Jennie too as some got on her shirt, the colour palette landing on your pants.

"Y/n and Jennie!" The teacher finally raised his voice at the childish behaviour coming from the two high-school seniors.

You stop as you with a clenched jaw remove the colour palette from your crotch to see a big colourful stain on your black pants, a mix of red, white and blue.

"Great, now I look like I have the American flag on my crotch." You complained, letting the palette fall to the floor, the mess getting bigger and the teacher angrier.

"Shut the fuck up." Jennie snapped and the teacher slammed his hands on his table.

"That's detention to the both of you after school, you two will stay and clean this entire classroom!" He angrily let out.

-

Soon P.E came and Jennie was one of those girls that always had an excuse for not being able to participate and would sit on the bench the whole school year and somehow still get a P.E grade by the end of the semester by picking up a ball and then throwing it a foot in front of her, her friends praising her together with the teacher. You would like to assume that she sucked off the P.E teacher for that grade, but the man was gay and married so you assumed that she paid him as she could swim in her family's money as Scrooge McDuck did. She was that rich.

After that art class, you had to change into the pair of sweats you had packed for P.E and luckily for you, this was your last class for today so you wouldn't have to walk around in them for the rest of the day as that wouldn't feel too fresh. Sitting on the wooden floor of the court as you stretched with Eunwoo on your left and Wonho on your right, sitting in the middle of those two big guys as you were a lanky fucker, tall (5'9) and skinny.

"Did you really get detention?" Eunwoo asked in a hushed tone and you sighed.

"Yeah."

"Awh come on, we were supposed to hang out after school." Wonho complained and you shrugged.

"Well, I will be spending it with Jennie, the girl who tried to stab me with scissors in art class." You said, not actually feeling safe doing this as you looked up in front of you to see Jennie sitting in all her glory on the bench.

The girl was for sure beautiful and you were aware of that, her personality sucked but that was probably because she was a privileged kid that had gotten everything she wanted her whole life. Always quick to judge people simply because of what they wore for example, although she never went up to someone and straight up bullied them. She did that from a distance, talking about whatever person would pass her and her friends, quickly exchanging looks with her group of friends before getting to judging.

You mostly liked to mind your own space that you were in with your friends and if someone got into that space you would quickly give them a look or say something so they would scurry away. You were the school delinquent and people were usually quick to judge you for that so you just lived up to their judgement instead.

"You had it coming for flicking that paint in her face...Poor Chaeyoung became a victim of Jennie's wrath caused by you." Eunwoo said and you looked away from Jennie and at the guy before letting your gaze fall on Chaeyoung who now had her gym shirt on, sitting with Jisoo and stretching.

"I apologised to her and to be fair Jennie was the one who had it coming for hitting me with her purse, I think I lost brain cells when that metal logo hit me." You grumbled out and winced internally since whenever you would touch that spot it still hurt. Wonho and Eunwoo both snickered and you sent both of them a look.

"I doubt that it's possible to lose more brain cells if you have none left." Wonho laughed out and you kicked the guy's shin, making him wince in pain.

Ignoring what the P.E teacher was talking about as you turned to Eunwoo and punched him too as he was about to comment too.

"Y/n, you don't seem to be paying too much attention to class either way so how about you go and help Jennie with getting the volleyball balls from the storage for tomorrow morning as the team has early practice." The teacher said and you stopped at that, he couldn't be serious.

You could see in the corner of your eye Jennie already rolling her eyes in annoyance as you got up without protest not needing much more detention after school than what you already had. Looking at Eunwoo and Wonho with a scowl before walking away as the teacher handed you the keys to the storage room.

You walked ahead, Jennie following right behind you as you pushed the big door open and walked out of the court.

"You ruined my favourite pair of pants, you know." You grumbled out still pissed about your favourite pair of black pants being ruined by paint.

Jennie scoffed and you glanced beside you where she was walking by your side with the distance between you two.

"You can buy a new pair, you ruined my makeup and I had to redo it." Jennie replied.

"Or you could buy me a new pair for ruining them, you have the money...plus ruining someone's makeup and pants are two different things- like you said you fixed your makeup." You explained with your hands in your pocket, looking in front of you as you walked through the empty school hallways.

"I don't do charity cases and plus you would never catch me in one of those cheap stores." You gave her a distasteful look at that, you weren't serious about her buying you a new pair but she didn't have to go as far as call you a charity case before judging the places you could afford to buy clothes at.

You took out the keys from your pocket as they jingled, approaching the door leading to the storage that should have the volleyball balls stored.

"Thank you for rubbing your wealth into my face and I wasn't serious about it either." You spoke as you unlocked the door before pushing it open and going inside after finding the light, walking into the small storage.

"You're welcome and I know how to read sarcasm but I still like to put it out there." Jennie let out with sass and you scoffed before looking back at her as she stepped inside just looking around the small space.

"Whatever, brat." You said and pushed her aside to push the door closed as the balls seemed to be behind the door.

"Who are you calling a brat?" Jennie angrily asked as she never liked being called a brat, she despised being called one because she wasn't one, not in her opinion at least.

"Definitely not you." You said and spotted the net with balls.

"I thought so." Jennie firmly stated and you chuckled at that.

"I thought you knew how to read sarcasm, brat." You said and turned to her.

Jennie looked confused for a second before a scowl appeared on her face and you knew that she caught on. Your eyes widened as she gave you a harsh shove, making you stumble back and trip over the net with balls. Reaching for the first thing to not fall you grabbed onto Jennie's wrists. A squeak left Jennie who definitely wasn't the best choice to grab onto as the girl seemed to lack strength and only fell with you as you closed your eyes embracing yourself for the impact.

You groaned as you landed on the bunch of soccer balls that were there too, Jennie falling right on top of you. Opening your eyes you were met by soft darkness.

"Am I in heaven or hell?" You mumbled out confused.

Jennie quickly with wide eyes pushed herself up to sit when she felt your hot breath hit her cleavage as her chest landed right on your face.

You bit back a smile seeing that the soft darkness was her boobs in your face as the girl was straddling your waist.

"I guess it was heaven after all." You mumbled to yourself with a smug look on your face, Jennie's cheeks getting coloured together with her ears at what you said as she managed to hear it.

"You fucking perv!" Jennie exclaimed and slapped you quickly.

"The fuck! You were the one who pushed me." You complained and cupped your cheek, bucking your hips and pushing the girl off of you as she wasn't moving fast enough.

You sat up on the floor and caressed your cheek as the girl stood up, still angry as she fixed her clothes furiously.

"You fucking molested me! You fucking freak." You frowned at that and looked at Jennie.

Jennie stopped for a second at the flash of hurt in your eyes, knowing that she didn't watch her tongue.

"That's low of you, Jennie-" You mumbled, looking down as being called a freak wasn't something pleasant as you had been called one ever since you were a kid until your 16th birthday when you changed schools at last which is this school. Growing up and getting hormonal your classmates didn't find you a freak anymore but found it attractive instead and cool, girl's instead of avoiding you would throw themselves at you. Although that didn't mean that it still didn't hurt you when you were called one. It wasn't your choice to be born with a dick.

"And I didn't molest you! It was an accident that was your fault, to begin with!" You exclaimed and Jennie let out a huff at that, with a roll of her eyes and a judging look she turned around and yanked at the door handle to leave.

It got quiet...

She yanked at it again.

Nothing.

With that she started yanking and pulling on the door handle, trying to open the door that did not want to open at all. You frowned and looked at the girl who was struggling to open a door, wondering if she was incompetent and did not know how to open doors since she probably had people do it for her ever since she was born.

"Are you that fucking stupid that you don't even know how to open a door?" You commented and she stopped pulling on it with a frustrated sigh, turning to you with her usual scowl that only you seemed to fall victim to. "I am not you moron, it's not opening...try for yourself." Jennie let out and you got up from the floor, wiping your hands on your sweats as Jennie stepped aside to give you space in the already small room.

"You just pull-." You cut yourself off as you pulled but nothing happened, frowning you tried to push instead, but still nothing. Bumping your shoulder into the door as you tried to force it open. "Now who's stupid?" Jennie asked, seeing that you couldn't open the door either. You let go of the handle and took in a deep breath because there was no way that you were stuck together in this cramped room with someone like Jennie. Your ears were bound to fall off if no one would come and open the door for you two before gym class would end.

You inspected the door and saw that you needed the keys to open it from the inside. "Oh, we just need the keys." You quickly stuck your hands into your pockets, but the only thing you felt was your cardholder. You looked up at Jennie who was leaning against the wall and waiting for you to open the door, her fingers fiddling with the strap of her purse.

Clearing your throat nervously as you did not have the keys. "Did you perhaps remove the key from the door before entering after me?" You questioned and looked as her face fell and anger was boiling inside her eyes.

"Are you fucking kidding me! You didn't remove the key!?" Jennie angrily let out and you watched as her hands clenched onto the strap of her purse.

"I thought you would do it, you bimbo!" You defended although you knew that you should have removed them since you were the one who inserted them.

The word bimbo must have ticked Jennie off a lot because the purse swung right your way again.

"Don't. Call. Me. A. Fucking. Bimbo." She stated with each hit as you covered your head, trying to move away as she landed hits on your body with her baby pink Chanel purse.

"Goddamnit!" You complained and managed to push the purse away at last making her stop. You grumbled to yourself and fixed your hoodie that she messed up, taking a safety step away from her before leaning against the wall and sliding down to sit on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Jennie asked and you shrugged. "I am not going to stand and wait-" You glanced at your wristwatch before continuing to explain. "P.E ends in 40 minutes and that's when they will come here." You stated and tried to busy yourself with something to make the time pass faster, grabbing onto the small baseball ball that layed on the floor not too far from you as it had rolled from its place after your and Jennie's fall.

Jennie sighed and looked around the small and cramped room before moving over to the corner and sitting on top of the storage drawer that contained new volleyball jerseys.

It got quiet as you rolled the ball around on the floor.

Glancing up at Jennie who opened her purse and took out her phone, shaking your head slightly as she tried to call whoever it was she was trying to call...there was obviously no signal here as the room was very isolated and in the furthest corner of the whole school.

The girl gave up on trying to call one of her friends for help and with a grumble opted on playing games on it while the two of you were waiting.

-

You glanced at your clock to see that it had been 45 minutes already, P.E ended five minutes ago and you knew that no one walked in this hallway, but the P.E teacher would definitely come here to get his keys back.

Jennie was still seated on top of the storage drawer with her phone and you were still playing with the baseball although it was starting to get boring.

"What are you playing?" You questioned and looked at Jennie who glanced up from her phone at you, sending you a look, obviously not up for having any conversation with you. "Mind your business." She only replied and you heaved a sigh, picking up the baseball in your hand and thinking about throwing it in her face, but you wouldn't do that since that would hurt her...and hurt you even more since she surely would start beating you with that purse again.

You opted on just looking over Jennie who was wearing a black skirt with black pantyhose, a baby pink v-neck shirt with the small Chanel logo on her cleavage that was barely visible since it was the same colour as the shirt, black low doc martens and the damned purse to match her outfit and a hairband holding back her perfect brown hair.

You already knew that you found her extremely hot, but that was it- her personality was rotten and very unattractive which prevented you from ever actually hitting on her. Rolling your eyes at your own thoughts and averting your gaze at the door that hadn't been touched by anyone from outside yet.

"What if no one comes?" You stated, putting the possibility out there and that seemed to get Jennie out of her focused bubble. She looked at the time on her phone to see that it had been 15 minutes since all classes had ended and you two hadn't heard a single person even pass by the door.

"Then you are fucking dead because it's all your fault since you are a dimwitted fucker." Jennie snapped, not liking the idea of being stuck in this room much longer. "Same with detention, you always ruing everything for me." Jennie said angry with the fact that she also was supposed to have detention right now although that wouldn't happen now that she was stuck here instead.

"Hey, hey, hey...how is detention my fault?" You asked since in your opinion it was her fault.

"Because you flicked fucking paint in my face!"

"That's cause you hit me with that pitiful purse of yours."

"Watch it! It's Chanel."

"Should have gotten a bigger one 'cause that one isn't nearly big enough to fit all of that attitude in it."

"You surely have an ego way too big for the prick that you have in your pants."

"Your mother should have swallowed to spare everyone your aura of idiocy." At that Jennie gasped and reached for the first thing in sight, throwing the dodgeball at you as you shield yourself, the ball bouncing off you and you grabbed it throwing it right back at her. The girl slapped it away from her before it could hit her and reached another throwing it at you, hitting the top of your head.

"Yours regrets that she didn't." Jennie fired back and huffed, getting off the drawer and walking up the door, banging on it, as she couldn't stay in there for another second or she would totally flip.

"Someone open this fucking door!" She screamed and banged on the door, getting to yanking on the handle as you rolled your eyes at what she was doing. No one would open that door for you two, not until someone would need to get something from this room and that would be tomorrow morning when the volleyball team has practice.

Instead of wasting your energy on what Jennie was doing, you got up, ignoring her banging on the door and trying of yelling for help. You sighed and walked over to the three shelving racks that stood beside each other that were filled with stuff. Kicking the few balls to the side that were in the way and rummaging through them to maybe find something interesting, not minding the few things that you knocked over and fell to the floor. This caught Jennie's attention, who gave up on trying to get someone to hear her as most people had already left the school property and she looked at what you were doing.

She leaned against the door with a small pout from the anger and frustration this and you were causing her as there was only this much she could handle of you every day and today the limit had been crossed. Jennie never knew why the two started to bicker in the first place, but you two just did and it had been going on since you moved to this school- two years now. Well, she knew that she liked having your attention on her and what better way to get it if not from being a bitch...Seeing you all frustrated and angry because of her sent dopamine to her brain...oxytocin too...but that was something only she would know and no one else.

Your fingers stumbled upon a permanent marker and you knew that it would be enough to occupy you for a few hours since you were the type of person that could get entertained by an empty paper roll. Jennie watched as you turned and removed the cap from the marker with your teeth and walked over to the wall where you sat earlier before sitting down and busying yourself with doodling on the wall.

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"Nooo." Jennie whined when her phone battery died only managing to catch a glimpse of the time before it died. School ended three hours ago- it was 7 pm now- and you two were still sitting in the cramped room, Jennie had managed to make herself comfortable on top of that drawer and you were still on the floor. None of you uttered a single word to each other for three hours as it seemed like you two only knew how to bicker.

She discarded her phone beside her and sighed in boredom, her eyes falling on you to see you still doodling on that wall- you had taken occasional breaks between. At this point, you had drawn everything you know how to draw. She looked at the things you had done on the wall and tried to come up with something to say as she would die out of boredom if none of you would say a word.

You got snapped out of it and looked beside you to see Jennie crouching down next to you, double-checking to see if you were tripping or not. There was no way that Jennie was right beside you without having any malicious intentions. Her expensive perfume invaded your space as she always smelled so feminine that her smell and looks slightly made up for that rotten attitude.

"How do you draw this?" Jennie asked and pointed at the 'Cool S' graffiti sign that everyone always did on every surface possible although Jennie had no clue how to do it. She had wanted to learn ever since she first saw it which was when she was still a kid. You looked at her slightly baffled, wondering why she wasn't throwing insults your way or hitting you with her purse.

"What?" You questioned to make sure you heard her right, Jennie rolled her eyes and pointed at it again, your eyes following her finger. "Teach me how to draw this." Jennie demanded, of course without a, please.

"It's really easy." You said as you shifted as you were sat cross-legged. "You just- draw six lines...connect this with this...then these too and lastly these and...done." You showed her step by step and finished it, looking at Jennie who was still crouched beside you, a small frown on her face. Sitting this close to her and with peace was different and it let you look closer at her features and she didn't look as dangerous as when she was angry.

"Here, try." You said and carefully held the marker out for her, Jennie looked away from the wall and at the marker, taking it from you. You leaned a bit closer to her to look at her doing it. Watching her do the first step and then moving to the second one. "No- this one goes to this." You corrected and pursed your lips when she scowled. "That's what I am doing." She huffed out, mad at you for correcting her. "I know what I am doing, Y/n." She continued and went back to the S that she was doing wrong. "If you knew then you wouldn't ask me how to draw it, Jennie." You commented and tilted your head at her attempt as it didn't look right at all.

"It's stupid." Jennie concluded and dropped the marker after failing, she was about to stand back up but you grabbed her forearm gently and pulled her back down. "It's not...come on, it was your first try and you're already giving up." You said and tried to hand her back the marker, now wanting to teach her how to do it. Jennie looked at the marker with raised eyebrows and then at you. "It is stupid...it's just an S." Jennie said in distaste as she never did anything twice if she failed on the first try.

"I know, but it's a stupid S that you wanted to learn...Why give up after just trying once?" You questioned and used your free hand to open her hand, placing the marker in her dainty hand before making her hold it. Jennie was wondering why you were this patient with her if she herself wasn't, she always gave up after her first try if it failed. "Fine." She gave in and you smiled.

She did the first lines and then looked at you for you to explain what to do further. "Connect this one to this..." You pointed and she followed your instructions.

"See, it wasn't that difficult." You said as she managed to do it on her second try. Jennie tilted her head at the S she did and then looked at the ones you did. "Yours look better than mine...Why?" You stifled your laugh when Jennie's head snapped your way. "Is my failure funny to you, Y/n?" She seriously asked with a threatening voice and you shook your head with a smile. "No...It's not that- it's- it's not important." You let out since you only found the way she asked it cute, but saying that out loud would not happen. "Just try again and it will get better with time." You said instead and watched as she shifted on her feet a little.

"Why won't you sit down?" You questioned confused since it couldn't be comfortable to be crouched down like she was. Jennie rolled her eyes at what you asked as she started her new S, trying to make it look better this time. "Because I have a skirt on Y/n, the floor isn't something I would like to sit on without jeans on." She stated the obvious since she only had thin pantyhose on. Suddenly you were in sort of a dilemma and contemplated whether or not you should offer her your hoodie since you had your t-shirt under. One time wouldn't hurt...just because you and she always bickered didn't mean that you were a complete ass.

You pulled off your hoodie while she was busy perfecting her S, taking it off just as she finished and the girl looked at you. "Here...uhm, you can sit on it...unless you don't want to." You awkwardly offered her and Jennie looked, a bit taken aback as never in a million years did she think that this type of generosity would happen between you two. About to just as awkwardly retreat your hand while cursing yourself out in your head, Jennie took it from your hold. Without knowing what to say to you, she placed it on the floor before sitting down on it. Jennie cleared her throat and went back to the wall as you watched her try another one.

Seeing that she was invested in doodling on the wall now, you stood up and walked back to the shelving racks. Just when you were about to look, your eyes landed on the paper that had written tomorrow's date on it as it layed on top of a box. Being curious you walked over to the box and dragged it away from the wall before removing the paper from it and opening the box. It was water and snacks for the volleyball team that had a game tomorrow after school. "Do you want water and crisps?" You questioned Jennie as you crouched down beside the box, not giving a single fuck about the volleyball team because you weren't about to starve for their sake.

Jennie hummed confused and you dragged the cardboard box over to her, where you had been sitting the whole time. You slumped down beside her in a v position with the box between your legs as you looked down at it. "Here." You said and took out bottled water, handing one over to her. Jennie took it as she reached for the cap of the marker, closing it to not get her clothes dirty. You both sat by the corner so you leaned against the wall where the corner connected as she sat leaning against the other wall, being a good two feet away from each other.

You took out water for yourself and placed it beside you before taking out a bag of crisps. "Do you want some?" You questioned Jennie who was drinking some of the water you had handed her, she shook her head and you frowned slightly. It wasn't like you cared, well as a decent human being you somewhat cared, right? But that was cause you were a human being and nothing else. "Why not? Aren't you hungry?" You asked her quite baffled as you opened the mini pack and went straight to eating the crisps since you were starving. "I am, but...it's not part of my diet." She murmured and looked to the side, her eyes gazing around the storage room, pretending it was interesting since she wasn't used to you being generous and somewhat caring towards her.

You laughed at that although groaned in pain when the heel of her doc marten collided with your shin. "Why are you laughing you dickhead?" Jennie asked pissed as she clutched onto the plastic bottle in her hand. You rubbed your shin. "Because you are stupid." You replied and quickly moved your leg away when she was about to hit you again. "How?" She asked with a scowl. "Who's here to see if you are following your diet or not? No one. And I certainly do not care...but suit yourself and starve." You said and continued to finish the mini bag of crisps before crumpling it up and flicking it away somewhere on the floor. Grabbing onto another one and opening it while Jennie crossed her arms and leaned against the wall behind her.

"Damn these are good." You moaned out on purpose just to get on her nerves and watched as her nostrils flared from the pissed exhale. Taking a sip of your water before eating more and chewing a bit louder and watched as her jaw moved in anger at your behaviour. "Oh, these barbecue ones are delicious...good thing you don't want any, more for me that way." You said and reached for a new pack, taking it and opening it, using your hand and trying your best to make the delicious smell of the barbecue crisps reach her proximity. Jennie groaned at how annoying you were and finally spoke up. "Why do you even fucking care if I eat or not...fuck off, Y/n." She let out pissed because not even her closest friends cared enough to make her eat.

"Because...we are staying here until tomorrow morning and you will feel uncomfortable if you sit hungry." You rolled your eyes and sighed. It was almost 9 pm. "Plus, it's not like I do it because I care specifically about you, but because I am a decent human being, but you wouldn't know that now would you...You only associate with rich people in the end so why would you ever get to know me...plus I am a freak aren't I?" You let out and took out a new packet and threw it in her lap before going back to your opened one.

Jennie licked her lips as she looked down at the small bag of crisps on her lap, pouting slightly as she felt really bad for calling you a freak earlier. With a sigh, she took the bag of crisps and opened it. "I don't only associate with rich people." She corrected while still keeping her gaze on the bag of lays. You looked up at her, watching her just looking into that bag as if she was actually contemplating if she should or not eat. "The barista at Starbucks doesn't count, Jennie." You said and watched as she, at last, ate some, rolling her eyes at you while being at it. "You don't know me either, Y/n just how I don't know much about you." She stated as a matter of fact and you hummed, agreeing with her.

"Still, the Starbucks barista doesn't count." You reminded her and the girl groaned, throwing a crisp your way. "Hey!" You complained and threw one at her too, her hard gaze met your eyes and you knew this would not end well. "You braindead fucker, it's Chanel." Jennie exclaimed and threw more your way and soon you two were throwing crisps at each other.

You took your whole bag of crisps and yanked it in her face. "Ha, gotcha big ass forehead!" You laughed and Jennie's blood was boiling as she grabbed inside the box and took an unopened pack, moving from her place you tried your best to cover yourself to not get hit in the face although Jennie wasn't having it.

"Stop. Fucking. Covering. Your. Face." She gritted out and pushed you over, making you lay on the floor, pulling on your arms to get them away from your face, the bag of crisps already discarded as she needed both of her hands since you were much stronger than her. Jennie managed to grab hold of your wrists and with all her strength yanked them away from your face, pinning them down beside your head. Your breathing was heavy as her chest heaved up and down, you both swallowing as she ended up straddling you. Her hair which was being held back by the hairband gently fell down her shoulders but kept all her hair out of her face.

Jennie took this awkward position as her chance to apologize because she knew that it couldn't get worse than this. "I am sorry for...calling you a freak earlier...I didn't mean it." Your lips parted at her words and you pursed your lips slightly. "I just...uhm..." She trailed off not knowing what to say without exposing herself too much to you now. "Well, I am sorry for molesting you." You apologized too and she shook her head. "No, you didn't do anything inappropriate, I was just..." Jennie trailed off and her grip tightened on your wrists for a second as she looked away since a blush was threatening to cover her cheeks again.

"No, I am sorry because I clearly made you uncomfy and that's my fault." You stated, because no matter how much you two would bicker and push and pull, your intentions never were to make her uncomfortable. That made Jennie look at you and her cheeks were slightly flushed as she was quick to clear it all this time without beating around the bush. "No! Really, it was because...I got really flustered and didn't know what else to do or say...So, I just slapped you and accused you when it was clearly all an accident." She finally explained and you were very surprised to hear that you made thee Jennie Kim flustered. It was something you thought that you would never get to hear or would never think would be true.

"I believe you." You said and she tilted her head at that. "I mean, look at you...you're as red as a tomato right now." You said with a smirk and Jennie clenched her jaw as she knew that it would be a bad idea to boost your ego like that since it was already big. She let go of your wrists at that and pulled away, sitting up straight about to get off you, but you stopped her, grabbing onto her forearms as you sat up with the girl straddling your lap. You glanced down at her chest subtly to see how her breath hitched. "I knew that there was something more to you than just liking to get on my nerves." You stated the obvious and her eyes darted around the room to avoid yours. "Like what? There's nothing else, I just enjoy making you mad and that's it." Jennie sassed out, trying to slither her way out of this somehow.

"You're attracted to me." You cockily said and watched how her pink chubby cheeks got a little brighter with your words, her skin flushed and probably hot. "I am not...Your ego is way too big right now and that's far from attractive." Jennie replied and still kept her eyes away from you, looking behind you instead as you still gently held onto her forearms. "Ok then, can I try something? If you don't find me attractive just stop me right away, Jennie." You said and she finally met your eyes with hers that held curiosity and she gave a hesitant nod at that. You wetted your lips and didn't waste much more time as you pulled her closer to you, her eyes widening at that but her whole body freezing and going into shock when you pressed your lips against hers.

You just gently pressed your lips against hers, you closed your eyes and started to move your lips against hers, waiting for her to either push you away or to start moving her lips against yours. Loosening your grip on her forearms, Jennie's eyes closed and her hands came around to your nape, her lips moving against yours. The amount of comments you would like to make right now just to get her mad and worked up were right at the tip of your tongue, but you decided to push it into her mouth instead of annoying her. Her nails dug into your nape slightly as she opened her mouth more. Wrapping your arms around her petite waist you tilted your head slightly to have more access, a hum left her mouth at how your tongue pushed against hers.

Although you pulled away when you felt her warm thighs that were straddling you squeeze slightly, obviously looking for some sort of friction. "Don't be a wuss and stop now, Y/n...finish what you started." Jennie firmly demanded through the blush covering her cheeks and there was the attitude you knew her for and not the shy little Jennie she was just a second ago. "Or are you afraid of some pussy?" Jennie quipped and quirked an eyebrow just trying to provoke you to get what she wanted. You bit your lower lip with a smile and lifted the girl off your lap, making her sit back down on your hoodie. You watched the frustration on her face from that before you stood up and reached your hand out for her. Jennie took hold of your hand and you pulled her up to stand.

"Still seeping with attitude even though you're the needy one." You commented and a small gasp came from her mouth when you pushed her up against the wall. Her hands gripped your shirt as you held her waist, pulling her into you before leaning down and kissing her again. This time more assertive as you knew what she wanted from how much attitude she had even when being desperate to get fucked by you right now. A moan slipped past her lips and her hands kept pulling onto your shirt, definitely ruining the material with her neediness. Your knee went between her thighs, parting them as they were so desperately rubbing against each other for friction. She shuddered at the contact with your knee and gripped onto your shoulders just in case her knees would buckle beneath her.

Feeling her hips roll against your thigh that was between her legs as she continued to kiss you fiercely, too focused on chasing her high to realize what was going on. Your hands let go of her waist and went under her skirt, gripping the thin material of her pantyhose, Jennie groaned right into your mouth when you ripped their seam, exposing her cunt- inner thighs too- that was only covered by her cheekies now. Moving your hands to her hips as she rolled them, grinding right onto your thigh that was pressed between her legs. You pulled away from the kiss, Jennie's lips were wet and parted as her head fell back and rested against the wall, her eyebrows furrowed as she lost herself in chasing her orgasm that was growing in the pit of her stomach.

Seeing that she was too busy to even try and kiss you now, you leaned down to her neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on the skin while your left-hand untucked the pink v-neck from her skirt. Sneaking your cold hand under it, goosebumps formed on her hot skin as you ran it up to her breast, fondling it through the bra she was wearing. "Oh fuck." Jennie breathed out, her nails digging into your shoulders while you sucked on her neck, squeezing her breast as you reached your hand inside her bra, your fingers busying themselves with her hardened nipple. Jolts of electricity went through her body at the pleasure that her body went through, starting to feel light-headed from it. Breathless moans came through her mouth mixed with cries as she was so close but yet couldn't reach the orgasm that was right there.

"Fucking rub my clit or something you fucking- fuck yes!" Jennie got stopped from cursing you out of frustration- letting out a cry of pleasure instead- when you let go of her breast and moved your hand between her legs, snaking your hand through the waistband of her panties and finding her swollen clit. Her legs tensed up and her movement halted as she moaned continuously, not being able to stop her moans even if she did not want you to think that you were good at this which you very much were. She wrapped her arms around your shoulders, holding herself up as her legs were giving up at this point when her orgasm came at last. "F-Fuck." She breathed out before gasping when you did not stop rubbing her clit for even a second.

She choked on her breath as it didn't make it past her chest, her whole body burning from the inside at the feeling. Her legs were shaking the slightest as you removed your hand, watching her chest heave up and down, holding her up by her hips. She continued to pant, trying to catch her breath as quickly as possible although she hadn't had a good orgasm in a while since her own hands did not satisfy her enough. "Come on." You ushered and tried to pull her away from the wall. Jennie finally moved her head that was resting against the wall and looked at you confused. "What?" She questioned confused and you chuckled, reaching into her hair and removing the hairband that was in it gently before throwing it on top of your hoodie. "You know...I want a release too." You pointed out as you were very fucking hard right now.

"I'm not sucking your prick." Jennie let out and you raised your eyebrows at her. "Who said anything about sucking? And even if I was talking about sucking, why the fuck not?" You said, kind of offended that she wouldn't want to suck you off. You were very clean. "Because why waste talent on a one incher?" She tsk right after and your mouth went agape. "Plus, I don't have any condoms."

"One incher!?" You exclaimed and she rolled her eyes at you. You reached into your pocket, taking out the cardholder while praying to the seven goods of fortune. They seemed to be on your side when you took out the unopened condom with a big grin on your face. "Wanna do the honours?" You questioned as you held the wrapper in front of her, throwing your cardholder into the pile of other things. She was about to take it but you changed your mind. "Nevermind...why would you waste time on a one incher, right?" You said and shrugged, putting the condom in your pocket. "Unless you are saying that because you...well, in simpler words suck at giving blowjobs...I will go with my version." You provoked and saw how something literally flicked in her eyes at your words.

One thing Jennie hated was to be bad at things, anything, it didn't matter and she despised people who said that she was bad at something when she knew damn well that she was a pro at it. It triggered her so badly and she knew that she needed to work on it because it wasn't healthy to always feel the need to prove herself. You bit your tongue when Jennie literally dropped down to her knees in front of you. She was going as far as bruising her knees right now just to prove to you that she was not bad at this and she wasn't sure why she went this far because the Jennie she knew herself as would never, NEVER bruise her knees for anyone even if her life depended on it. Yet here she was, on her knees before you.

This made her not want to look up and meet your eyes. Instead, she looked at the print through your grey sweats and she could tell that you were not a one incher, definitely not. Her hand went up to the hem of your sweats as she tugged them down, the sweats pooling around your ankles. You looked down at her, watching her every move carefully as she reached her hand up to your dick that was trapped in your boxer briefs. Taking in a deep breath when she ran her fingers gently along your length up to the hem of your boxer briefs. Her lip was between her teeth as she pulled them down, curious about your size and excited.

You smirked when she finally removed your boxers, watching as she squeezed her thighs when her eyes landed on your dick. Jennie wanted it inside her, didn't matter what hole as long as it was inside her. Her hand gripped onto the base as she stroke up, your tip leaking with precum that she gathered before spreading it along your length. "Ever had anything this big in your mouth before, brat?" You groaned when her grip around your leaking tip tightened in response, Jennie wasn't sure if she liked your big ego or not. Instead of responding she let her tongue out and licked up the precum, your dick twitching at her kitten licks, wanting much more. "Come on...Anyone can do that...thought you were a pro." You added fuel to the fire.

Jennie ignored you because she knew very well what she was doing. "Don't cum too fast because I still want you to fuck me." She only said and you noted to not let go too fast to not embarrass yourself. Not after getting this far with her. Your lips parted as you watched her take your tip into her warm and wet mouth, her lips wrapping perfectly around it. You hummed as you put your hand into her hair, pushing her hair back for her as she swirled her tongue around your tip before pulling away. You watched in a daze as she finally looked up at you, using her hand, she guided your length, running your tip along her plump lips, covering them in your precum, you tried to push it back into her mouth but she did not open her mouth and you rubbed against her cheek instead which she didn't seem to mind, almost nuzzling into your leaking tip, rubbing it back to her lips.

"Are you that into teasing?" You questioned and she looked at you through her lashes with a small smile, her tongue only poking out to clean her lips before she bit down on her lower lip. With that she opened her mouth and took you into her mouth, your grip tightening in her hair as she gradually took more and more into her mouth. She hummed as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking back up and swirling her tongue around your tip. Stroking what she didn't reach with her hand while her other hand went to your balls, kneading them and making a moan escape from your lips. She continued to take you in as much as she could before sucking and swirling her tongue around your tip, fully focused on the dick in her mouth.

"I've had better." You groaned out, Jennie's movements almost halted, but she continued because she was just getting started. She sucked hard with her cheeks hollowing even more up to your tip, another moan coming from you, pulling out and licking up the spit that almost fell from your tip before entering you back into her mouth. A loud mouth left your lips and you felt your thighs shake while Jennie let out a shameless moan, enjoying this more than you at this point- when with one smooth and fluid motion she loosened her throat muscles before they tightened around your tip with her lips around your base. The girl deep throating you and making your free hand hold onto the wall beside you as her throat muscles squeezed your tip. "Oh- Oh fuck." You shakily breathed out, not knowing what to say as you hadn't had anyone do this to you yet. You were so fucked.

Jennie released your tip from her throat and slurped back up, the spit running down her chin as her hand squeezed your balls, your hand tugging onto her hair only making Jennie moan and you watched your tongue, to not say anything without thinking it through at first. With another lewd moan coming from Jennie when her throat opened for you again, her nose tickling the skin of your stomach as she had her lips around your base again. "I'm gonna cum if you don't stop." You moaned out because there was no way you would be able to hold yourself if she was going to take your dick like this. Flexing your stomach to not cum when you looked down and met Jennie's eyes, who had your dick shoved down her throat with her eyes watering slightly.

You gave her hair a tug because you were going to bust any second and reluctantly Jennie slurped back up before letting your dick out of her mouth against her own will, but she didn't want this to end yet. You took deep breaths to try and collect yourself, baffled that you had to collect yourself and you hadn't even had a release yet as you pulled your sweats up. "Fuck, how- how?" You breathed out, Jennie rolled her eyes although on the inside she was smiling because she managed to get you like this and it made her feel different things. Instead, she reached for the hem of your shirt and used it to wipe her chin and mouth. "I- you bitch." You grumbled and grabbed her wrist, removing her hand from your shirt to already see that it was too late as the spot was wet on your white t-shirt. "Fuck me like one." Jennie said and you snapped your head back at her as she stood up, your lips parted and eyebrows quirked.

"You know what, I fucking will." You let out and Jennie let out a yelp when you manhandled her and turned her around, pushing her down on the drawer where her purse was laying in one smooth and quick motion. You pinned her front down on the drawer, her hands gripping onto its edge as her chest pressed down on the wood. It was the size of a desk but was used as a storage drawer and now you were going to use it to fuck Jennie into it. "J-Just...don't forget the condom." Jennie basically whimpered as she felt your hand caress her ass slightly through the pantyhose as they were only ripped on her crotch. You hummed at that.

Just when Jennie was about to push herself up because it was taking too long for her liking she hummed out a whine when you pushed her body back down, flush against the drawer. "You fuck like a grandpa." Jennie complained because she wanted you inside her right now since her wetness was already threatening to run down her thighs. You chuckled as you moved her skirt, flipping it up to get a view of her ass that was covered by the black lace cheekies and pantyhose. "Fucked a lot of grandpas?" You questioned and she groaned at what you said. "That's not what I meant!" She grumbled out and you crouched down, removing her doc martens as she let you do whatever you pleased so far.

You yanked down the pantyhose that were already ruined, hearing how they ripped more together with a gasp coming from Jennie, throwing them away in a corner since she wouldn't want them anyway. Still crouched down, you ran your hands up her smooth thighs, looking right up at her cunt that was covered by her panties that were soaked, seeing some of the wetness that was on her inner thighs. Holding them when she tried to close her legs for any friction, preventing her from doing so. "Damn, you're so fucking wet." You commented, slowly pulling down her panties that were basically clinging to her drenched pussy. "And you're so fucking annoying that I would rather fuck a grandpa at this point. Do something already!" Jennie let out frustrated, her nails digging into the wood of the drawer.

You stood up after getting her panties off her and stuffed them into your pocket, taking out the condom and pulling your sweats down. Ripping the packet and taking out the rubber as you discarded the packet somewhere on the floor. Pulling the rubber down your length to the base. You grabbed onto Jennie's hips that were exposed together with her ass and glistening cunt, her skirt flipped up above her hips, licking your lips at the view. Jennie reached behind her, wanting to speed up the process, but you grabbed her wrist, making her hiss as you pinned it against her lower back. That's how she knew that she was going to get fucked literally and in other ways, may it be emotionally or physically.

You took hold of your cock, letting your tip disappear into her folds, collecting the wetness as you run it between them before finding her grasping hole. Choking on your breath as you pushed into her, the tightness of her in this position making your stomach twist as her walls took you in with ease from how wet she was, the tightness only making it difficult to thrust. Jennie whimpered as you stretched her out, her hand that was held by you balling up into a fist and her free hand gripping hard onto the desk before a loud moan spilled through her lips.

You started to move slowly in and out of her, feeling how her walls were squeezing around you. "Fuck- Oh fuck!" Jennie cried out when your pace just picked up from nowhere as you didn't feel like going easy on her, not after what she put you through today. Letting your frustrations out on her. "You know what your mouth is actually good at?" You groaned out and thrust deeper into her, she let out an uneven hum, her voice unstable from how her body was being fucked into a drawer by you. "Sucking dick." You stated and she moaned when you pressed your hand more onto her back, making her feel your dick right on her spot, rubbing her g-spot just the right way because of how her lower stomach pressed into the drawer, making it easier for you to reach her wet, spongy spot. It made her legs shake. "Fuck you, Y/n, and fuck me better!" Jennie bit back, wanting more from this.

You removed your hand from her hip and took it up to her head, gripping her hair before pressing her face harder into the top of the drawer. Jennie's cheek squished into the wooden top, her moans and cries echoing in the tiny space that got hotter from the sex. Having her hand pinned behind her back, her legs shaking from pleasure, the lewdness of her wet cunt swallowing your dick and your hips meeting hers, taking over your senses as it all sent you into a frenzy because you were fucking Jennie Kim who was a big bitch and a brat for all you know, but here she was letting you fuck her as if she had no dignity at all.

You groaned as you pushed harder into her, hearing how the drawer banged into the wall with her purse falling off it although Jennie was getting fucked too good to even notice. "Y/n..." Jennie whined out and her thighs spasmed, clenching hard around you, making your movements go uneven and you instead tried to thrust harder into her. She choked out whines at the feeling of your tips continuously brushing her spot, the twitching of your hard cock, making her want to clench harder to feel more of you inside her. All her sticky wetness just ran down her thighs and she knew that she would never redeem herself when it came to this.

"God, you're so fucking tight, Jennie and you take dick so good." You praised and she let out a shaky hum at that. "You're the first person to fuck me this good." Jennie admitted with her tears of pleasure hitting the wooden top, her cheek still squished into it, her free hand, digging its nails into the wood as she tried her best to grip it. She needed so much more to grip on, the way you were fucking her brains out, your dick stretching her tight walls and she wasn't sure if she wanted more or if she wanted you to stop, her mind getting clouded.

"Fuck, please...I want more." Jennie begged like never before and you let go of her hand that you had pinned down, reaching it around to her front Jennie's whole body tensed up when your fingers came in contact with her clit, her body momentarily flinching at the contact. "That's too much!" She cried out although in pleasure, not wanting you to stop, you kept going, her both hands gripping onto the drawer that was sounding like the last screws in it wanted to leave right this moment. "Yet you're taking every bit of it, aren't you?" You questioned and pressed a tiny bit harder on her clit that you continued to rub and she gasped big, your dick still rubbing on her spot inside of her.

Her mind went blank, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she whimpered at the orgasm that went through her toes all the way to her ears that were ringing, her legs feeling numb with her walls pulsating in rhythm with her heart which she could feel amidst her orgasm- the throbbing of her clit and wall- her hips pushing more into you as she let out moan after moan. "I- I- I can't...Y/n." Jennie managed to whine out as she needed you to stop, her clit and walls throbbing from how intense her orgasm was. You removed your hand from her clit and let go of her head, making it easier to breathe for Jennie who was panting.

Holding onto her waist, the feeling of her slick walls, throbbing and clenching around your cock made you burst within seconds as you had been holding long enough. You pressed your body flush against Jennie, your face in her neck, burying it in her hair as her perfume attacked your nose as you busted into the condom, filling it like never before with a slight whimper. It got quiet in the small room that you two had been trapped in for a good six or seven hours now, both of you panting and swallowing to get rid of the dryness in your throats. Waiting for your legs to not feel like jelly as you rested on top of Jennie who had her eyes closed, trying to just breathe normally.

You took in a breath and placed your hands on each side of Jennie's body on the drawer, pushing yourself up before pulling out of her and pulling down her skirt for her. You took hold of her shoulders seeing her still struggling to push herself up fully, getting her up and making her turn around. Jennie leaned against the drawer and you stopped yourself from leaning over to her and kissing her since you were scared that she would find it too intimate. "Just- wait a second." You quickly let out and Jennie didn't care and just listened as you lifted her to sit on the drawer.

Removing the condom and tying it as you cringed at it before throwing it somewhere on the floor. Pulling your sweats back on fully with your boxer briefs, you turned to where your hoodie was and wondered what you were actually doing since you never acted this domesticated. You shoved your cardholder into your pocket that was on your hoodie, took her hairband and then picked up your hoodie and a water bottle before walking back over to Jennie. Cringing internally at yourself because what the fuck was up with you? "Here, put it on." You let out and placed the water with her hairband beside her, even going as far as putting the hoodie on Jennie, who yawned after you pulled it down, feeling drained.

"I don't- uhm, I don't have any paper or tissues..." You trailed off, going too far for your own liking and Jennie pointed to her baby pink chanel purse on the floor. You picked it up and like an idiot opened it, ignoring all the tampons and whatnot before taking out the pack of tissues. Jennie saw as you stopped after taking them out, seeing how you were contemplating what to do. "I can just do it myself, if you really don't want to, Y/n...You don't need to act-." You cut Jennie off as it wasn't like that. "It's not like that...I just have never even thought of doing this much after sex for someone and here I am wanting to do it...so I am just a little confused with myself." You admitted and looked away from Jennie and down at the tissues. This made Jennie just as confused cause she never had anyone go the extra steps for her and yet she wanted you to do it. God you two hated each other for this.

"I haven't had anyone go the extra step for me." Jennie decided to admit since you two were at it so there was not much more to lose here. "I mean even the hoodie was more than I have ever received." She said, people weren't even decent enough to pull a duvet over her let alone a hoodie and to think that the person she "hated" the most and was "hated" by the most was the one to show the most care. She would at first think that you were just a really generous person, but you did admit just a second ago that you never did this for anyone else before...so that meant that you actually cared for Jennie.

"But at this rate, I rather do it myself, you dingus." Jennie said and tried to reach for the tissues in your hand because the stickiness was starting to get too overwhelming after being there for so long, but you moved them out of her reach. "No...I got this." You firmly stated, for some reason wanting to leave an impact on her- which you already had done today in multiple ways- this time by being the first one to go the extra mile for Jennie. She rolled her eyes and just let you do it as you took out two tissues and helped her clean up while she took the water bottle and drank from it, liking the princess treatment she was receiving from you.

Once you were done you looked at Jennie who was looking at you with a knowing look. "I need my panties back." You groaned as you hoped that she wouldn't have caught you and reached into your pocket, handing them over to Jennie as you had been caught red-handed. Jennie took them from you and you helped her get down from the drawer and stand on her feet before averting your attention to look around the room, ignoring the corner where you had made a mess with the crisps and the other part of the floor that had her ripped pantyhose, the wrapper and the condom. You looked at the place where the soccer balls were and saw what you knew you had seen earlier, walking over to them and reaching for the rolled-up yoga mats, taking three of them.

Jennie watched as you walked over to the clean part of the storage room and rolled out the mats, placing them on top of each other before you heaved a sigh and slumped down, sitting in the corner and leaning your back against the wall. You glanced at your wristwatch before looking at Jennie. "It's only 11 pm...the volleyball team doesn't start training until tomorrow morning at 6:30 am." You informed and gestured with your head for her to just sit with you, looking at her as she stood with your hoodie that reached mid-thigh on her, making it look like she wasn't wearing much more. With that, Jennie walked over to you.

Feeling needy for cuddles after what you did to her, Jennie settled down between your legs, taking you by slight surprise but either way, you wrapped your arms around her waist wordlessly as she leaned her back against your front. "You're not really as arrogant and spoiled as you pretend to be? You're no snob." You questioned after a few seconds of just silence. Feeling Jennie shift slightly at your question before she rested her head against your shoulder, looking at the door in front of you two. "...Not really no." She replied quietly and you nodded as her fingers started to fiddle with yours.

"Then why do you always act like that?" You curiously asked.

"It's my personality Y/n." Jennie stated the obvious.

"I don't mean the attitude, that's obviously bitch syndrome." You groaned when she nipped your thigh at what you said. But you knew that the attitude was just part of her although the rest wasn't. "But seriously, I know that the spoiled brat and arrogancy isn't you...not from what I have seen today, you're no snob."

"People don't like rich people that are humble." She shrugged and you moved your face to look at her, the girl just looking down at your hands that she played with.

"How do you know?" Jennie sighed at that and you were worried that maybe she would snap soon for pushing this far since you two never had any real conversations.

You could see that she was a bit reluctant but decided to just say it. "Because I tried at first...I had to change schools because of how much they bullied me for it." She explained with a frown, remembering how much everyone just pushed her around when they found out about how much money her family had and yet she was one of the most humble people they had met. "You can't know if now will be the same if you try to just be your humble self." You tried, seeing no reason at all for her to be the snob that she pretends to be.

"Exactly, that's why I don't want to risk it...I don't enjoy flaunting wealth, but people don't like it when someone with money tries to be humble, they think that we do it out of pity or something." She reasoned and you could see it from both sides.

"Do you?" You asked her.

"No, I don't do it out of pity, I do it because wealth had never been the most important thing to me, I am thankful that we have money, but that's it..." Jennie had always been grateful for having money, but she never saw it as something that would define her until people made her use it as something to define herself as. They didn't like her humble self and bullied her for it, most people who were not as wealthy hated her for how she was like right now, but they at least didn't bully her and she associated herself with other wealthy people who were nice towards her. "I just don't trust it." She concluded, not trusting people with trying to be herself in front of them.

You thought about it carefully, knowing that this could very much ruin even the bickering between you two, but with a sigh, you just went for it just like you had the whole time ever since getting trapped here with her. "Maybe...you could give me a chance to prove to you that it doesn't have to be the same." You suggested, knowing that it wouldn't hurt to get to know thee Jennie Kim especially since she proved you wrong- her personality wasn't rotten and she was hot, but you already knew that since you weren't blind.

Jennie chuckled and turned her head, coming face to face with you...small blush on her cheeks because well, Jennie had always been attracted to you and bickered with you for your attention and because she liked it and now you were basically asking her out. "This is my pussy preceding me, isn't it? I am sure this is out of order, Y/n." Jennie let out another chuckle as everything that went down today was not in order. You shrugged as you gazed around her face, momentarily glancing down at her lips that had been places today and had let out different sounds and words before looking her in the eye.

"I mean...kind of is, but the sex isn't what's making me ask this." You cleared it up since Jennie had made you feel a few things you hadn't really felt with anyone else yet and the same went for her...You made Jennie feel like a normal human being and didn't kiss her ass just because of her money- you never did as you were basically the only one at school that didn't care about whether she had money or not and then showed a bunch of care ever since getting trapped and no one had really done that either.

"What is then?" She asked, wanting to know what your intentions were if it wasn't sex.

"I would actually like to get to know the real you...unless you really can't see yourself with someone like me, then it's fine and understandable since-." Jennie rolled her eyes at your rambling.

"Fine. Plus I just told you that I am not like that...money doesn't matter to me." She cut you off, reminding you about what she had told you not even five minutes ago.

"Fine?" You asked baffled as you expected her to be a bit harder to get to agree, but here she was...but only if you knew how you made Jennie feel every day and especially today you would understand right away why she so easily agreed.

"Yes...but no sex until you take me out on a few dates and we get to know each other." Jennie leaned more into you and licked her lips before leaning in and leaving a peck on yours. "That's just to close the chapter for what happened today." She explained as you never kissed her after fucking her so good. "No more." She said and put her hand on your lips when you tried to kiss her again since you weren't ready for that peck. "I will only kiss you once we are together...you can kiss my cheek." She let go of your mouth and pointed to her cheek, making you lean in and peck her soft cheek before the girl sighed and closed her tired eyes after today.

-

Soon the morning came and it was 6:35 am when the door to the room opened, the light waking you and Jennie who was snuggled into your chest while you were still leaned against the wall. The girl who opened the door gasped and you widened your eyes at the way too-familiar voice. You only managed to cover Jennie's face (although everyone would still know that it was her) who groaned awake before the flashlight of Yeri's phone lit up the whole room, taking a picture of the mess, capturing everything from you and Jennie- her bruised knees- to the condom and ripped pantyhose- Yeri the school's biggest gossip girl ran away right after.

"What was that?" Jennie asked pissed as she sat up straight, you cleared your throat and swallowed.

"Yeri." It went quiet.

"Hold me or I swear to God she will be 6 feet under." Jennie let out and was about to stand up, but you pulled her back down.

"Wait...is what we said yesterday still...you know valid and not something in the moment?" You asked to make sure, Jennie rolled her eyes at that.

"Of course, you fucking moron-" She confirmed, still having that attitude of hers that you always loved before she gave you a quick kiss on the corner of your lips before shrugging your arms from around her. "Now let go so I can threaten Yeri and the next five generations of her family, Y/n."

You smiled and she quickly stood up, running out of that room you two had been stuck in for 15 hours and 15 minutes together...it was all the time you two needed to get something between you two started.

Let's say that it didn't take her long to introduce you to her parents...she knew that you were staying for good and you had no plans of leaving Jennie once you had gotten to know her better.

[buckybarnes-lover]

The Winter Problem - Part 2

Words: 2,102

Warnings: Violence, gunshot, gunshot wound (bucky), patching up said wound, blood, a few curse words sprinkled here and there but overall nothing's too graphic. Pls let me know if I missed any.

A/N: I got carried away with this one and made it like a thousand words more than it was meant to be but thank you for reading!! Also, sorry for any inaccuracies with the medical stuff, I actually don't know how to treat a gunshot wound but pls enjoy!!

masterlist here

Part 1

The house is in the middle of nowhere and completely barren. Well, house is generous, it's more of a large room with what looks like half a kitchen, an ancient mirror and a crusty-looking door leading to the bathroom, but that's not even the worst part. There's only one bed. And it’s not even a double bed. Lucky you.

You can't believe this is where you're going to spend the night, and it's not even the room that makes you want to tear your hair out, it's the fact that you have to share this tiny bed with Mr 'already putting his bag on the bed. '

There is no way you're letting him have the bed all to himself. You march to the other side, drop your bag right next to his, and give him a hard glare. He glares right back.

"You know, it's basic manners to at least discuss who gets the bed." You start unzipping your bag and taking your things out as a way to claim the bed.

Bucky shrugs and spreads his jacket on the bed, claiming his side. "First come, first serve, sweetheart."

The way he says the nickname with such sarcasm has your blood boiling. "You're insufferable." You grab your things and storm into the bathroom.

"Only for you, doll." You hear him say right before you slam the door.

Bucky really brings out the worst in you, you could never imagine yourself speaking to anyone else on the team in the same manner but it's not like he doesn't know what he's doing. He knows and uses it to irritate you, you're going to hate these next few hours. Maybe you should have insisted more on not going.

By the time you've finished getting ready, you've managed to calm down and realize that maybe storming to the bathroom and slamming the door was a bit dramatic, but oh well, it's done now and you're sure as hell not going to show Bucky you regret it. You finish giving yourself a little pep talk and walk out just to stop right in your tracks.

Bucky's standing beside the bed buttoning up his shirt, he must've gotten changed when you were in the bathroom, and, it dawns on you, that he's actually quite hot when he's not acting like a prick. You're so mesmerized by the way his biceps flex as he moves up that for a moment you forget you hate him. And that you're staring.

"You gonna stand there all night or can we go?" He asks though he doesn't wait for your response, and he tugs his suit jacket on, walking towards the door.

Shit, that's embarrassing for you but you quickly shrug it off and follow him out the door.

The car ride is so boring, you couldn't be happier when you finally arrive. Why did the house have to be so far away from the auction? You know it's for safety reasons but it still sucks. You're about to get out of the car when Bucky shoves a wedding band in your hand.

"How romantic." You say your tone shows you find it anything but.

"Just put it on," Bucky grumbles and gets out of the car while putting his own one on.

"What a grump." You mutter under your breath and Bucky throws you a dirty look, you shrug innocently and close the door behind you.

The auction is just what you expected it to be; full of rich snobs who throw their money at anything that tickles their fancy. You can't wait to be back at the compound, bitching to Wanda about these people but that'll have to wait. Right now you're looking for anything shady with your 'adoring husband' on your arm. Yuck.

You and Bucky manage to blend right in, giving polite smiles here and there all the while scanning the room for anything suspicious. His hand is lightly grazing your lower back, low enough to keep up the facade of being a couple, high enough to be respectful which you appreciate, maybe he does have some gentleman in him after all.

Three boring conversations later, you notice someone looking jittery and paranoid, you keep your eye on them and see them do a full 360 before going through a door. Yep, definitely something illegal going on there, you turn to tell Bucky about it but he's not beside you. Which is strange, you could've sworn Bucky was there but there's no time to wonder about that and you know that you should find Bucky before you make any moves but, you need to act fast so you make a beeline for the door the shady guy went through.

The room is filled with expensive-looking paintings and closed boxes which is where you assume the weapons are and, would you look at that, you're right. Shady guy opens a box and pulls out a gun, aiming right for your head, little does he know, you can disarm him with a flick of your wrist. Which is what you would've done if it hadn't been for Bucky, bursting in and knocking the guy out. It's a good thing you were excellent at your job or you might've throttled Bucky by now.

"Oh, so now you're here?" You cross your arms.

"You can't just follow a lead without telling me." Bucky looks furious like he's not the one who pulled a disappearing act on you.

"You wandered off without me, I was just doing my job." You roll your eyes at his tone.

"We're supposed to be working together." He scoffs at you.

You were too busy bickering to notice the guy regaining consciousness and reaching for his gun until it was too late.

It happens in a blur, the gunshot is fired, Bucky moves in front of you, and the bullet tears through his flesh arm. The sound of the shot is deafening, instinct kicks in, you flick your wrist, and a painting comes crashing down on the guy's head with a thud.

You look over at Bucky and see blood, his blood, spreading through his suit. Your heart lurches at the sight, even though he doesn't even seem to notice it. You forget any kind of problems you had with Bucky and prioritize grabbing him and getting out of the building as fast as you can. You can feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears, the adrenaline still high even once you're far away.

Bucky looks like he hasn't even registered the shot and you know he’s had some much worse injuries – he’s Bucky Barnes for God's sake - but something about seeing Bucky hurt just rubbed you the wrong way.

The car ride back is even worse than the ride to the auction. Bucky reluctantly sat in the passenger seat but only because you made him, there was no way you were going to let him behind the wheel, he'd been shot and, sure, he's a super soldier and whatnot but still. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, you could feel the tension in the car becoming more unbearable like there was something unspoken between you.

You wanted to ask him why he'd taken the bullet from you, was it instinct? Or something else? Maybe, deep down he cared. No, no way, that's ridiculous. You shake your head to get rid of the thought and try to shove anything relating to Bucky out of your mind, which is difficult considering you can practically hear him brooding beside you but you persevere until you get to the house at least.

Once you finally reach the house, all the tension from the car finally snaps.

"If you hadn't run off by yourself, the mission wouldn't have failed and we might've actually had some decent information to report back." Bucky peels off his suit jacket and throws it on the floor.

You can see his blood has already dyed most of his shirt red and you make your way to the bathroom where you're sure you saw a first aid kit. Sure, you're mad at him but you're not going to let him bleed out.

"Maybe if you had stayed next to me as we planned, I wouldn't have had to go by myself." You yell through the door and make your way back with the kit in hand.

"You still made a dumb decision." He huffs when he sees the kit. "I can do it myself."

You're about to chuck the kit at him and say some dumb insult but something stops you and you sit beside him on the bed instead.

He looks like he's about to protest but he doesn't say anything as you open up the kit which is thankfully, fully stocked. You hate him, you shouldn't be patching him up, he can do it himself but something is telling you, you should do it and so you do. Only this once, you promise yourself, he did take the bullet for you, it’s only fair.

Thankfully, or not depending on how you look at it, the bullet is not lodged inside his arm so you don't have to go digging for it and you can just start with the disinfecting. At first, your strokes are aggressive, you want him to know how much you despise him but the anger slowly melts with every stroke of the antibacterial wipe until all that’s left is synchronised breathing and hearts beating a little too loud. Neither of you say anything as you work to patch Bucky up but you can feel his eyes on you and for the first time, his gaze doesn't feel charged with hate, instead, it feels almost soft.

Once you finish disinfecting, you start to bandage him up, taking your time going around his warm bicep and when you're done, despite all your internal protest, your hands still linger on him.

"Done." You whisper, afraid of ruining the period of calm you've found yourselves in.

"Thanks." He grumbles in the same hushed tone, his eyes never leaving yours. At this point there are no rational thoughts in your head, only the way his eyes seem to have softened, no trace of his signature stoic look and how the heat transferring from his arm to your hands is grounding – almost comforting.

It was so short you don't know if you imagined it but for a second, it seemed like his eyes fluttered down towards your lips but as soon as it happened it was over.

He stood up so fast it almost gave you whiplash. He mutters something about getting ready for bed and practically sprints to the bathroom. Your hands feel cold without him but what's worst is the confusion. Did you imagine it or was there actually something behind his lingering gaze?

Guess you'll never know since Bucky decided to pull another disappearing act on you. What is with this guy? The coldness his absence leaves soon turns into anger, he can’t mess with you like this, it’s not fair. And to think you were fooled by his nice guy act, he’s an asshole, always has been, always will be.

Behind you, a mirror shatters in a million pieces and you curse under your breath. You unclench your fists, noticing the angry red crescents left behind by your nails and check the damage done to the mirror, it’s not too bad so you flick your wrist and sweep the broken parts to the side, you can deal with it tomorrow, for now, you need to try to calm down, you can’t turn the house upside down because Bucky hurt your feelings. Instead, you channel your rage into aggressively putting on your pyjamas and getting into bed.

Once Bucky comes out of the bathroom, you immediately pretend to be asleep, you don’t want to interact with him anymore. He lays down, making the bed dip and you slide slightly, so your backs are touching.

You're both crammed in the tiny bed, each facing the opposite direction to get as far from each other as possible but you can still feel the heat radiating off him since the stupid bed is so small and Bucky's built frame takes up most of it. You can only hope sleep with come soon and turn the hours into seconds because you are so ready for this mission to be over and you can go back to ignoring Bucky but, unfortunately, it’s not till the small hours of the morning that your exhaustion overrides your hate and you fall into a restless sleep.

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[thewhumpcaretaker]

Hellooooooo 🗣💙🖤

While I'm still thinking and going back to that gif of Riccardo in a bathtub... what do you think about Santino being taken care of like that? What would even get him into that situation that he has no strength or will (or can't do it on his own) to take care of himself like that? How would John help him? I'm pretty sure he is willing to do anything for him. :<

His husband is not doing well, he has to take care of him 😞

Pathetic little wet cat moment with Santino... but also just hurt/comfort again ❤️‍🩹

HELLO this got so out of hand, it's 1,400 words. I ended up really loving this prompt! Lots of comfort for the pathetic wet cat, he really needs it. By the way, this is in the early days of their relationship – they haven’t even made it official yet.

Here's the gif that inspired it.

🖤💙You'll Thank Me Tomorrow 💙🖤

TW: alcohol, vomiting, a person being refused sex because he's too drunk to consent, nonsexual bathing

John was watching the Camorra prince carefully from across the bar. Pink and green lights crashed together on his cheeks, enhancing their lively flush. And he looked beautiful, animated, but…something was wrong. He was talking too loudly, laughing too much, and there was a hint of anger in it. John couldn’t make out what he was saying over the general babble and the music, but whoever he was talking to had been irritating him for a while now, and he’d been dealing with it by throwing back shot after shot of whiskey. It wasn’t like him. He had a glass of wine sometimes in the evenings – it helped him relax. But he never got drunk. John had never seen him like this before.

He caught Addy’s eye over the tap and she let concern flicker through her expression for half a second – yes, she saw it too.

He eyed the man on the stool next to Santino. He was well dressed, a Camorra higher-up of some kind. And he was saying something that Santino absolutely hated. Maybe he was a rival? It was hard to tell. But he was getting more intense as time went on, in response to Santino’s intensity. Before he knew what was happening, their voices were raised. Damn it…he couldn’t bring himself to stay out of it anymore.

He appeared at Santino’s side so suddenly and quietly that he almost startled him. “Hey. Is he bothering you?”

“Wha - ? Oh, John.” He recovered himself in a moment, and instead got a wicked, petulant sort of grin on his face. “No, he’s not bothering me. He can’t bother me. Look, I can even do this.” Santino shoved him.

The man was understandably irate. “Lay off it!”

“Why should I?” He opened his arms, thrusting out his chest, cocky. “You can’t do shit to me! Continental rules.” He grinned, a smug, feline thing, so distinctive to his particular manner of bravado.

“Santino – “ But it was too late. John saw what was going to happen before he did. The man grabbed the glass next to him and dumped it over his head, leaving him shocked and spluttering, with his hair clinging to his face. The conversations nearest to them died away, and a ripple of awkward silence spread to the edges of the room.

He swayed dangerously, moving towards the man instead of the opposite direction where he should be going. “Tu… figlio di puttana…[You….son of a bitch…]”

“Boys!” Addy broke in, a note of solemn warning under her normally bubbly demeanor. “You know the rules. We’re going to be sensible about this, right?”

Santino was still babbling on, almost incoherent. “You don’t…you don’t get to…” But John grabbed his arms, as much to keep him from falling as to keep him from lunging forward.

“Yes, we are. Thank you, Addy, I’ll take care of him.” She nodded in thanks. Santino’s weight lurched around, struggling against him, but he just marched him away towards the elevator.

“Wait…where are we…”

“Your room.” He was leaned fully against John now, seeming suddenly so small, and it made it hard to think. His heart was racing against Santino’s alcohol-drenched vest. “…What floor?”

“Ummm…”

“Never mind. My room. Is that okay?”

“Okay.” He slumped against John’s shoulder, absently grabbing for his hand. John blushed and let their fingers entwine. But Santino was whining even as he nuzzled against him. “Why’d you pull me away? Tsk, you’re so…I could have taken him.“

“You’re not supposed to ‘take him.’ You’ll thank me tomorrow.” He paused. “What did he say to you?”

“He said…he just kept saying things…that he’s glad I’m not the heir, that I don’t deserve command over any of my territory. Kept saying it too subtly and in a friendly way, so I couldn’t say anything back, and I just got angrier and angrier…I hate myself when I’m like this.”

“Don’t hate yourself.” It was a simple thing to say, but it had to be said. The fight was draining out of Santino, and in its place was something tired and needy and very pitiful. The elevator doors opened and John pulled him down the hall towards his room.

“John…I’m too drunk.”

“I know.”

“I don’t feel good.”

“I know.” He stroked his hair and started fishing out his room key, still supporting Santino all the while.

“He’ll attack my territory tomorrow. Because I shoved him. He’ll use it as an excuse. He did it on purpose.” Santino sounded so defeated. His mood was worsening by the moment.

“…Yeah.” John led him inside towards the bed, narrowly preventing him from stumbling into the nightstand and he clutched at his tie in response, trying to steady himself and nearly dragging John down in the process. “Just lay down.”

But Santino just continued swaying and holding onto him. It took him a second to realize he was going to be sick, and by that time he couldn’t get him to the bathroom. He just held his hand and waited for it to be over.

It was like all the energy drained out of him after that. He sunk down against the wall with dead eyes. The room seemed horribly quiet. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ll call room service. Um…let’s get you cleaned up.”

Santino nodded. He didn’t seem capable of speaking anymore. There were tears on his cheeks and it made John’s heart ache. He didn’t let go of his hand for even a second while phoning for a maid, and then lifted him in his arms and carried him into the bathroom, locking the door behind them. The room filled with warm steam that made the world feel almost equally blurry to both of them, a sad but intimate space of deep love and care for one another.

None of it seemed to reach Santino. He was limp and pliable and completely unresisting as John peeled off his shirt. He hesitated at his belt, and didn’t touch his underwear at all.

John got him into the water and stood there with him, steadying his shoulders, making sure he wouldn’t fall or be sick again. “We’ll just get you cleaned off enough and then you can lay down, okay?”

“Mmmm…can I have a bath actually?” John almost laughed, relieved that there was still some hint of the demanding little prince he knew.

“Yeah. Anything you want.”

But of course he pushed further. “Can I have your cock in me then?”

This time he really did laugh. “Well no…not that. You’re too drunk, mio caro.”

“Mio caro…” he repeatedly, dazed. “Is that how you feel about me?”

John swallowed. “Yes. It is.”

“That’s how I feel about you too.” A flood of unbridled happiness. But…it couldn’t be true. Santino would probably forget he said that in the morning. Don’t hope. Don’t let yourself hope.

“…Come on, step out for a minute so I can run the bath.”

He looked even more pitiful, leaned against the wall all soaked and shivering in the minute or two it took for John to get the bath water ready. He had a towel around his shoulders at least, but John hurried as much as he could, and rewarded him with a forehead kiss when he was done. Then he lowered him gently into the water. Santino’s eyes closed as he leaned his head back, and he sighed miserably. But after a few moments, he finally seemed to get some peace.

John attended to him in every way he could. He lathered shampoo into his curls and rinsed him with handful after handful of warm water, massaging over his scalp and then the base of his neck. And Santino relaxed further and further at the feeling of those strong, capable hands moving over him, making sure everything was exactly as it should be. He made little inadvertent sounds of joy at being so comforted, and then finally became so sleepy that he made no sounds at all.

John would have to get him out of the water once it got cold, but for now, he might as well let him rest. John sat down on the edge of the tub with a hand over his chest and just held him, looking at the deep frown lines and the signs of care already forming at the corners of his eyes. The world had been too harsh on Santino. He deserved so much gentleness. And John decided then and there that he would give it to him.

[rottenstrawberrymilk]

first meeting

jojo's bizarre adventure x reader

hol horse, daniel j. darby, okuyasu nijimura, tonio trussardi, keicho nijimura, yuya fungami, guido mista, risotto nero, ghiaccio, thunder mcqueen, mountain tim

preferences

pt. 3

Hol Horse

Usually when you're slumming it at the sleaziest bars available you like to be left alone. You're a rather irritable drunk, with little patience or tolerance for people hitting on you, talking to you, breathing near you, or generally just having a pulse (once again, near you, can't they do that somewhere else?). But when he comes around...for some reason it doesn't bother you. Not one bit. 

Hol Horse had made a somewhat dicey decision in trying his luck with you. It'd been random chance, of course, just a sudden idea, and impulse he'd given into. Plus in his honest opinion you're probably one of the finest people at this total dump. Seriously, what's a chick like you doing here anyways? Only one way to find out. He cozies up next to you at the bar, not at all shy.

"You'll hafta pardon me for askin', miss," he'd started. You don't even look at him but he continues. "But what's a catch like yourself doin' at such a run down bar, huh? Don't be shy now, I just gotta know." 

You give him such a venomous glare. Enough to kill an actual viper, probably. You're definitely into him, Hol Horse smugly decides. 

"Kill yourself." You turn back to your drink, trying to look as busy as humanely possible. Can't he just leave you the hell alone? 

The man only grinned, a finger at the brim of his hat. "And miss out on talkin' with such a live wire? Not a chance in the world baby. You're a one-in-a-million type babe, I can tell you that right now." 

He really, really will not leave you alone. Usually the glare and the immature death threat is enough to send them packing. Far away from you. So you can wallow in self-loathing in peace and also in a really decent amount of garbage vodka. But this guy will just not let up. What a fucking scumbag. He doesn't give you...a dangerous type of vibe. Just a really incessantly, annoying one. 

He leans in closer to you. "Name's Hol Horse, by the way. You don't gotta tell me yours. I'm alright with callin' you baby instead, how's that sound?" 

SUCH a prick--he's already got your blood boiling. That's a very rare thing to be able to pull off. See, you're more of a stone-cold snide, bitch type of mean. Not raging bitch type mean. It's rare for anyone to make you feel anything at all, really, rather than general disdain. But rage. Oooo....he makes you feel a type of hot fury that you haven't felt in a long time. The type that swallows you whole, makes it hard to even think straight. 

"Sounds," you say, "like shit. Don't call me that. Jackass." You go back to sitting silently like before. But Hol Horse knows you'll take the bait. He smirks as you suddenly look back up at him, his cheek leaned into his hand expectantly. "What the hell kind of a name is 'Hold Horse'? Tell me that's not legal." 

Yep. Took the bait. Works every time. He'd predicted you'd go to attack him over it. 

Hol Horse smiles at you. Not a snide little half smirk, nothing of the sort, just a genuine smile. He tips his hat. "It's Hol Horse. Let me buy you another drink and maybe I'll tell you all about it, baby. And not that cheap stuff either." He casts a look at the watered down drink still nestled in your palm. 

You look him over again, sizing him up. He's built. Well built. And he's got this scruffy look to him, like he's up to no good. Shifty. That's what he is. But there's no sort of ill intent or evil in his eyes. None that you recognize, which is strange because you've come across many forms of pure evil in your life. Most men--their eyes are very dull and empty and hungry. Not his. His are very much alive. And a hue of dark blue, dark enough to be perceived as black if the shadow of his hat covered them enough. And there's no hunger to them. Just a sort of glint. Like a "hey, wanna play?" type of thing. Maybe it's just fascination. Maybe curiosity. Whatever it is, you don't have a name for it. 

He's no danger. At least not to you. 

As you're about to accept Hol Horse's offer, somewhat reluctantly, you feel a tap on your shoulder. A scowl quickly crawls onto your face as you turn to look at yet another man. You open your mouth to say something downright nasty. Hol Horse beats you to it. That and he also draws a gun--wait, where did he get that? It's like it just appeared in his hand? Is he some sort of quickdraw?

"Beat it ugly," he barks. "Can't ya' see we're in the middle of somethin' real nice?" 

Hol Horse must be a magician. Because just like that, the intruder disappears. And so does his gun. You decide you're just too tipsy to register whatever happened to it. He turns back to you with that smug look slipping back onto his face. It replaces the old expression. The one that hardened his face and all the sudden he wasn't some jackass at a bar trying to woo you. He was a stone-cold, grizzled killer. Or maybe he just hates men as much as you do. 

"C'mon girl. Can't say no to that drink now, can ya? Did'ja a real favor there." 

"I was gonna say yes anyways," you mutter stubbornly. Just for the sake of not letting him think he has power over your decisions. "I'd be stupid to say no to a free drink. That's not fucking rocket science. Just know you're not getting shit in exchange." 

Hol Horse laughs. He has a raspy laugh. 

You don't chase him off, purely because you feel like now you at least owe him bare minimum courtesy. He can talk his head off, you don't care. As long as he's paying, you're not the one taking a loss here. What an idiot. But he's an interesting idiot. He's busy telling you some crazy ass story that can't possibly true, about how he's a mercenary for hire and he's thinking about taking a job from some eccentric freak in Egypt. At least you can say you've never once heard those combination of words in your life until now. 

To his credit, the story is long enough that he's bought you enough drinks to the point where you're pretty close to shitfaced. 

Hol Horse's goal hadn't really been to coerce any sort of sexual favor out of you, no matter how drunk he got you. Well, originally it had been, but as he talks to you he realizes there's something just. Off about you. Not in a bad way. In a way where he knows he shouldn't let this devolve into one of his usual one night stands.

He's never been above doing sleazy shit like this just to get some ass but...he looks at you and knows he can't do that to you. He won't. 

"You don't look too good, baby...lemme walk you back to your place, huh?" He offers.

You respond by dumping what's left of your drink on him. He stares at you. You stare back, eyes narrowed. Then, you seem to relax.

You shrug. "Okay." 

Hol Horse isn't sure what the fuck that was about but he's certainly intrigued by you. 

It takes twenty minutes longer than usual to get back to your apartment. This is because you gave him incorrect directions six times. Two of those times were on purpose because you'd simply thought it would be funny. You likely would have confessed this to him in the coming months if you'd been sober enough to remember. 

You stare at Hol Horse for a moment from inside your apartment, hand on the door. You sure hope he doesn't think he's getting invited in. Your grip pushes up harder against the wall, you desperately need the support. 

"For the record...you have a great rack," you tell him, slurring far too lightly for how much alcohol you'd had. "Thanks for the drinks. Night."

And then the door slams in his face.

She's fuckin' hot. Probably wants me too, just gotta play things right. Next time I bet I can get her name. 

Daniel J. D'Arby

A lost traveler. As stupid and cliche as it gets. Also Daniel's favorite people to take advantage of. Something about the combination of desperation, jet lag, and general disorientation makes them especially easy to toy with. When you'd walked into the hotel bar, you'd looked beyond frazzled. You didn't even order a drink. You'd just sat down in front of him at the table he'd chosen to lounge at. Daniel looks up at you, acting as though he hadn't even noticed you walk in and already thought of the best way to claim your soul. 

"Can I help you?" He asks, knowing he can and will help you. That's right, help you find your place amongst his many other trophies. Such a pretty face. Perhaps it'd be better for it to be immortalized on a coin, rather than be cursed with age and weariness. Perhaps he'll even give you your own page...he wouldn't want to lose you among the many other ones. Or heaven forbid, insult you by daring to place you alongside so many other average and even ugly faces. 

He thinks of all the scumbags and other scam artists he's swindled out of their souls. There are plenty of 'innocent' people simply cursed with the misfortune of losing to him, sure. But there's a fair sure of despicable people there too. Who deserved to lose. That the earth deserved to be cleansed of. No...you definitely don't deserve to be alongside them. 

Quickly, Daniel draws himself out of his thoughts. Such foolishness to already plan so far when he hasn't even been able to lure you into a game yet. 

Upon seeing the deck of cards he seems to be mindlessly shuffling, a slight weary smile appears on your face. "Got any 3's?" you ask, obviously joking, voice cracking slightly with distress. 

Oh?

Daniel smirks. This could be easy. But a bit of curiosity prods at him. To learn more. About you, of course. 

"Perhaps I do." He won't make you bet your soul yet. It's an easy slide of the correct fingers to shuffle the deck to his desires, seemingly without looking. You watch the cards blur, until he turns them right side up and produces a three of hearts. He pinches it between his pointer and middle, face coming to rest in his hand as he watches for your reaction.

"You're a very lucky man," you say, looking a bit taken aback. 

"Luck, my dear, has absolutely nothing to do with it," Daniel says, coy smile pulling further at the corner of his lips. "How about a game?"

You shake your head disappointingly quick. His hand drops from his face, eyes still on yours. 

"I...I wish I could. I'm just...I'm really out of it right now. They're still trying to find my room that I booked that apparently just." You let out a frustrated sigh. "Just isn't in their records anymore. This is stupid to share with a stranger buttt...I'm gonna roll the dice and take the risk, y'know? I'm alone here, and scared. I don't have much on me either. I dunno what I'm gonna do if things don't sort themselves out." 

This honest and he hasn't even managed to sway you with a couple of drinks first? Unbelievable. 

"You just look...I dunno." You're looking even more and more desperate by the second. An exasperated hand goes to push at your head. "Like you just know what you're doing. Trustworthy, I-I guess. What do you think I should do?"

"Hm. Perhaps you can stay with me," he says, tone light. At your face, he cocks an eyebrow. "You did mention I looked...what was it? 'Trustworthy'? Why not roll the dice just once more on me?"

Your face begins to flush furiously. "I don't know if-um. I. It's nothing against you, I just-"

So nervous...it's kinda cute. Daniel leans a cheek into his palm once more, gazing over at you as you stumble over your own words for a solid eight seconds more. 

"Or." His smooth voice cuts off your stammering. "You could play me for my room key." He reaches into his pocket, retrieving it. He offers it to you, leaving it resting in his palm. When you reach for it, his large fingers close over your hand. You flush even brighter, which he finds even more amusing. "Ah. Ah. You haven't won it quite yet. The real question here..." The man's grip tightens. "Is what you can bet in return." 

"I-I thought just not getting the room key would be enou-"

The man shakes his head. "It was a rather pricy room really...I want to gain something from this too. We are both seeking out the things we desire, yes?" His eyes still don't leave yours. 

You nod shakily. "I...I don't have any money. What's it worth to you, maybe I can trade-or-or something-"

"Your name. Does that sound fair?"

At your immediate look of unsureness, Daniel elaborates.

"Win against me and you won't have to give your name to a strange 'trustworthy' man sitting in the bar of a hotel."

"I-I don't think you're strange," you say quickly, hands up defensively. "For what it's worth." 

It's the truth. He's not strange. Just...bold. The last thing you'd want to do is insult him in any way. Not with what's on the line.

"But okay, deal. Um, you can pick the game, I guess. I'm not really great at cards so try to keep it easy, okay?"

You're very hilarious without knowing it. Something about the irony of not realizing who you're playing with, he thinks. That's what makes it all so funny.

"I quite liked your approach earlier," Daniel muses. "Fish it is."

For the first time in a long time, Daniel did not call out his stand. He didn't cheat. He didn't use any of the questionable dirty tricks he usually did. He simply plays with you. He leaves it to chance, something he hasn't done in a very long time. Usually, he can't risk losing, not with either the money he's contracted to win or what's at stake. But since souls are not in play, a loss will not weigh on him and his trophies won't be affected. He didn't mind taking a breather, playing such a simple card game with you. And you look so cute when you're concentrating that hard. He saw you bite your lip a little out of anxiousness before calling out a number and his mind wanders. 

Fate smiled upon you that night, because you won.

He hadn't thrown the game, he hadn't let you win--you simply won because you did. And considering the only players were you and him, it was a rather quick game.

You breathed a sigh of relief as he slid the room key over to you across the table, that same smile still set on his elegant face.

"Um...thank you." You're quite for a moment, picking it up and turning it over in your hand. "I kinda feel bad about stealing your room from you, though." 

Daniel simply gives you a dismissive shrug, leaning back as he takes a slow slip from his glass. He has really thick eyelashes. 

"I hate to leave now but...I'm really tired. More than you know." Awkwardly, you sit back as well.

Oh he definitely knew. Your eyelids had been fluttering with exhaustion the entire game. He's surprised you hadn't just fallen asleep on top of the card pool honestly. 

He raises a polite hand. "Please," Daniel insists. "Don't let me keep you." 

Still feeling awkward, like something's unfinished or unsaid, you stand up. The blush in your face hasn't quite subsided. You can't believe this guy gave up his room key so easily. Not even best out of three games? What was he going to do? Where was he going to stay? You know it's not smart to worry about all that, it's not smart to care about strangers this much. And you still feel bad you can't pay him back, seeing as you "won" the key.

Daniel watches you start to walk away without turning his head. Then you hesitate. You turn back around. Quickly, face still flushed a light pink, you lean down and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," you say again. "This means a lot to me." Quickly, you stood back up straight.

Even though you've won, you mutter your name to him, looking more and more embarrassed under his unwavering gaze. Does this guy ever blink? You suppose he doesn't have to, considering how his eyes always seem to be so sultry and half-lidded. You turn around, attempting to leave once more. His hand goes to snatch your wrist, with unexpected quickness and aggression. You look back, stunned.

"D'arby," he replies. "Daniel J. D'arby." 

He releases you. Heart pounding in your chest, you finally leave the bar, key gripped tight in your hand. 

Daniel smirks, looking down once more into the auburn depths of his brandy.

"(Y/N), hm?" he muses out loud. 

He has great plans for you.

This game should surely be entertaining. 

pt. 4

Okuyasu Nijimura

He's some new dude in your class. 

He's apparently new to campus, having joined late in the semester for whatever reason. You've heard rumors about him purely because of his scholarship. It's some strange, situational one that no one's ever heard of before, and enough to give him a full ride. You're a little jealous yourself, but hey, that's just life. 

Honestly, upon meeting him, you thought he'd be a lot more pompous or snooty. But Okuyasu's kinda like...well the complete opposite of that. Guess that teaches you a lesson about judging a book by its cover--or at least the rumors surrounding said book. Judging by appearance probably would have actually given you a way better idea of his character in the first place. 

He slouches. Like a lot. Even when he's standing up. He's not ridiculously tall or anything like that, so he doesn't have much of an excuse for such bad posture. His hands always seem to be in his pockets. And he's got these strange, curved, symmetrical scars on his face. What gave him those? Sometimes they distract you when he's leaned over, asking for something like a pencil or yesterday's notes, and he has to repeat himself because you weren't listening. Okuyasu talks funny too. With some sort of dialect you've never heard before. 

As his first few weeks on campus drew out, you found yourself talking to him a little more. Y'know. Small talk, the basics. Usually you're not one to chat during lectures but the last couple of units have been kinda boring. He told you he was from Morioh, that he missed it a lot and couldn't wait to go back for winter break. Then he asked you when winter break was because he hadn't the first clue about the dates and apparently couldn't get an answer from anyone but you. 

You'd mentioned offhandedly that when you were really young, too young to remember, you used to live in Morioh for a couple of months. That's what your parents had told you at least. Okuyasu asked if you went to a high school that you'd never ever heard of (apparently thinking that you'd only recently moved from Morioh too, like him). You kinda felt bad about your dryness in the conversation and told him no, but fibbed a little and said the name was familiar at least. 

After getting rightfully shushed by the people behind the two of you, the conversation died. You didn't mind--it was a good out. Okuyasu, on the other hand, looked beyond pissed. His right hand clenches a little. He wishes he could use his stand to make the people behind him disappear so he could keep talking to you instead of trying to desperately understand what was going on. It's just an intro class...why do things have to be so difficult in college? How embarrassing...

That gives him a bit of an idea, however. 

Later after class, he'd pulled you aside, a rough hand on your shoulder.

"This is kinda embarrassing but I'm...I'm kinda startin' to already struggle and I get confused and stuff...I get confused really easy. Uhm...do you wanna do one of those things? The study group thing?" Okuyasu asked you, looking more and more desperate with every word out of his mouth. 

You shrug. "Sure, why not." It isn't like you have anything better to do. Plus it'll give you an excuse to get away from your roommate. 

"Great! Awesome! Thank ya-" he starts to turn away from you, looking beyond excited.

It's your turn to grab his shoulder. "Hold on, don't leave yet," you said. His face flushed a little. "Let's trade numbers before you go. So we can figure out when and where we wanna meet."

Your number? Already? This is going even better than he expected. 

"Yeah! Yeah, of course. Sorry, I'm not all that smart, y'know?" 

Despite getting your number, he still feels pretty stupid. How could he have forgotten something as important as that? Do you already think he's a complete idiot? Maybe it's for the best, cuz' at least you'll lower your expectations for him a whole lot. Then he remembers that he's not supposed to think like that anymore, not according to Josuke at least. Man he wishes Josuke were here...

Conflict settles in his stomach.

Or...does he really wish that? Without Josuke here it's less competition--wait, fuck, why's he thinking of his best friend like he's some sort of rival still? He's not even on the damn campus! But Okuyasu can't help but bitterly remember the way all the hot chicks in high school would fawn and flock over to Josuke, and not him. How's he not supposed to feel just a teeny tiny bit jealous over stuff like that?

Cuz he's in college now. Right. Right. Stupid. Grow the fuck up. 

His head finally clears around the same time a text from you rolls in a couple hours later. Apparently your classes for the day were finally over. 

When u wanna meet up? ? theres a study room in my building we coould go there instead of the library 

All the little typos were kinda cute. And you felt way less intimidating, since you texted so casually. His heart races as he responds. He can't believe he's getting worked up over something so small...

4 pm maybe if it works for u. what building r u in

sounds good

You give him the name of the residential building you happen to live in. He's relieved that it's within walking distance. He still hasn't really figured out the layout of this campus and how to get around it. Maybe you could help him with that too if you liked him enough? 

"Y'know maybe I'm jus' not meant for this whole college thing," he'd muttered to you somewhat glumly, his cheek in his palm during the study session.

You'd simply shrugged your shoulders, keeping the pencil pointed at the term you were currently attempting to explain to him. You've dumbed it down around 50 times now, but it's just...not clicking for him. You get annoyed pretty easily, being tired and overworked and all, but with Okuyasu, that familiar flare of irritation never really sets in. It's like you suddenly gain the patience of a saint with him. It's not out of pity either. He just, for some reason, doesn't entirely piss you off. 

"Some people are, some people aren't," you replied. "No shame in it. Some of us are just meant to do different things. Like some just go right into the workforce. I like that you're going for the whole higher education thing though. It's cool. Seems like you're actually putting the work in. Just give it time. You just gotta figure out what type of learning works best for you." 

Never mind the other stuff for now--you think he's cool? He thought after the hell that was this study session you'd be getting all mad at him and giving up and storming out or something. That happened to him a few times in Morioh when Josuke suggested he try the tutors the school offered after classes. 

He perks up a lot after that and seems to suddenly tune in much better. You even managed to finally get him to understand the basics of the one theory he'd been having the most trouble with comprehending. Having him memorize them and be able to tell the difference between them would be a whole other story, but little steps, little baby steps. And that's not even beginning to mention the fact that he's a solid two weeks behind since he started classes late on campus. He must have an absolute miracle worker of an advisor. 

The study group that you expected to fall apart after around two meetings actually stayed pretty solid. You met with Okuyasu frequently, up to four or five times a week actually. A few times you suggested bringing other people in, after hearing them vent their own frustrations about the course before and after the lectures. However, Okuyasu told you he can't focus as well with more people involved. So, you shrug and agree. It can just keep being you and him against the world and this hell class.

Tonio Trussardi 

You'd just been looking for work. There'd been some ad in the paper about help wanted at some restaurant near the outside of town. Some Italian place. It looked interesting and the pay didn't look completely awful, so you thought you would give it a shot. 

Trattoria Trussardi, what a name. You hoped you wouldn't have too much difficulty remembering or pronouncing it. Your nerves started to get a bit shaky when you'd first walked through the door with the paper still in your hand, kinda feeling like an awkward, out of place idiot. The empty restaurant wasn't really helping. You found that odd. Although the restaurant is new, it had been steadily gaining popularity. Sometimes you see reviews of the food (always five stars) in the newspaper. So if it's so quiet why is help needed? Maybe a question to ask after you got the job. At least there wouldn't be any dinner rushes anytime soon. 

"Ah, welcome!" comes an accented voice from the kitchen entrance. 

Judging by his outfit, he's the chef, and probably the one who put the help wanted ad in the paper. You thought he'd be...a lot older? He can't be more than five, maybe seven years older than yourself. Suddenly he's daunting to you, and not just because he's so tall--it kinda feels like you've done nothing with your life compared to him. 

Turns out Tonio (he'd insisted that you to call him that instead of Mr. Trussardi because he wanted to be on equal terms with you, although sometimes a habitual 'sir' slips out from you here and there from former jobs) was super friendly. He had such a cheery, warm demeanor that it was hard to continue feeling intimidated, much less nervous around him. It helped that he practically hired you on the spot too.

You'd asked him to reconsider, as you have little to no experience in cooking. He'd simply laughed, a hand at your back as he ushered you into the kitchen with ease. 

"You wish to become my apprentice, sì?" He'd asked as he hands you an apron. 

"Uhmm..." even through your shyness you put on the apron out of awkwardness. "I thought this was more of a waitressing thing? The ad didn't really specify."

Tonio nods. "Ah, I understand." He suddenly looks disappointed. "If you are not up to it, then I by no means will pressure you."

You feel a strange panic shoot through you. Like you're going to miss out on one of the best opportunities in your life if you take off the apron and walk out of this kitchen. "N-no," you reply quickly. "I can be your apprentice. That's okay. I kinda need this job. I'm willing to learn." The part about needing the job was a lie. You'd already mentally lined up a few other help wanted ads to check out if this one was a dud. But you're willing to take the risk with sticking around here. 

Tonio claps his hands with a smile. God, he's kinda cute...you wonder if a guy like him has ever had a bad day in his entire life. 

"Bene! That is all you need to begin--willing to learn. Now, we begin. Basics first, of course. This is your first day." 

He should be a motivational speaker. 

Most of the day was spent teaching you more about the function of certain areas and things in the kitchen, the placement of the knives and other tools, proper dress code, things like that. You were kinda relieved Tonio was taking it this slow with you. When the idea of being someone's apprentice came to mind, you always thought of a mentor as being much older, grouchier, and scarier. But not Tonio--the guy's a complete and total sweetheart through and through. He genuinely, really really loves what he does and it's obvious. 

You already love his passion.

Even as you finish up things with him (you'd been here for six hours? It'd only seemed like two...), and head for the door you feel rather upbeat about this new job. 

Tonio called out for you to wait. He'd been so happy about receiving such a bright, eager new apprentice, something important had just slipped his mind. 

"Scuse...I never asked for your name. You'll have to forgive me, hm?" 

You feel twice as dumb as he does for not remembering to introduce yourself in the first place. "Right! Of course, it's (Y/N). I should have told you earlier." 

"(Y/N)," Tonio repeats, getting the proper pronunciation down. Then he nods. "You'll come in again tomorrow, sí?"

"Sí," you respond.

He smiles, wide, and waves as you turn to leave for real. 

For once you don't mind waking up for a job.

With the coming weeks, Tonio steadily began to teach you more and more. He has you just observe for the first couple of days. Tonio's accent can be a little thick at times, but you're getting better at understanding him. You even pick up some more Italian from him too! He'll admit to himself that it's cute to listen to you parrot back phrases or butcher pronunciation here and there, but to your credit you are getting much better as time passes. 

Tonio's very attentive and trains you to the best of his abilities. Any mistakes you'd made, he'd simply shrugged off. You'd looked so scared when you'd first messed up a dish. He'd simply laughed at the awful amalgamation of somehow burnt spaghetti and tomatoes. Messing up is part of the process, he tells you.

"Failure is a good way to get better. So don't cry, okay amichetta?" Tonio gave your shoulder a soft squeeze with his hand. Somehow, it makes you instantly feel better. "How about a little lunch break? If you must cry, you will not do it on an empty stomach."

You could never turn down an offer like that. You're not sure what his secret is, but his food is fucking legendary. 

Keicho Nijimura

Okuyasu was supposed to be here two hours ago...

You sigh and lay your head down on your arms, sinking low onto the crummy kitchen table. One of the legs is shorter than all the other ones so it tilts. It kinda smells funky too. Likely a result of all the leaking water from the ceiling dripping onto it.

You hear stairs creak and sit up suddenly. Is somebody else home? You know he has a brother, but Okuyasu says he's kinda mean so he'll make sure you don't ever have to cross paths with him. You also know his dad's locked in the attic (long story) and isn't allowed out. So it can't be him. 

"My big bro's just...difficult to understand sometimes, that's all," Okuyasu had insisted when explaining the enigma that was Keicho Nijimura to you, doubling back on what he'd said. "So what if he's a lil' moody? Y'know? He does a lot for me and my old man." 

Can't argue with that. 

Your first thought upon seeing the infamous elder Nijimura brother is to immediately apologize for being in his house and maybe being alive too. He's beyond fucking scary. Is he doing that on purpose, keeping to the shadows like that? He's so intimidating you don't even have the time to fully comprehend or acknowledge the war crime that is his hair. How had you never noticed someone like him before at school? He'd stick out like a sore thumb. Did he really keep to himself that much? 

So many questions and you're too paralyzed to ask any of them. Not that you ever would, that's rude. And the worst idea ever considering he's glaring fucking daggers into you from across the room. Not even daggers. Something bigger and more violent. A rifle or something. His hand slides off the staircase railing as he starts to approach. Quickly, you stand up, bowing as deep as humanly possible, praying he'll take pity on you.

"S-sorry. I'm. I'm not supposed to be here alone, uhm. Sir. Okuyasu was supposed to be here-" 

An exasperated groan leaves Keicho. His teeth flash white in the gloom of the house as he grits them. "That's my little idiot of a brother. Late and unreliable." 

His voice is so deep. You stand up straighter only because your head's starting to spin from how quick you'd gotten up and bowed. He's fucking huge. Okuyasu's got that same kind of heft to him, must be in the genes, but he's not nearly as tall. Would it be appropriate to just turn around and leave right now? WHY WAS OKUYASU SO HORRIBLY LATE?? 

"Uhm. Sorry," you apologize again.

Keicho fixed you with a sharp gaze. You stand up even straighter. Your spine could have made a metal ruler look floppy in that moment. "Don't apologize for him," he snaps. "Why were the two of you meeting here anyways?"

"I mean...I come over a lot to play video games with him sometimes...I thought you, uh, I thought Okuyasu would have let you know that-"

"I know you come over here. I can hear you two babbling through the ceiling. That's not the answer I wanted. What are you doing here now?"

You feel like you're going to burst into tears. Your voice shakes a little. "Uhm-"

"Stop, with the 'uhs' and the 'uhms'," he suddenly interrupts you again. He comes closer to properly stare you down. You wish you could melt into the floor and die. You hope Okuyasu dies too--how could he let you even chance, much less be alone in a room with his scary ass older brother??

 "It's appalling. Answer confidently or don't answer at all. What a waste of breath." 

You take a moment to breathe in, to steady yourself, but you can't shake the ice from your blood. "To study. We were...going to study. He said he got a-a bad grade in English." 

Keicho's upper lift lips a little. He shakes his head. "I don't like that he kept you waiting. How long have you been here?"

You really don't want to tell him. He leans closer, expecting his answer. You shrink back. 

"Twohours." You mutter quickly, voice barely above a whisper. 

Great now he looks even more pissed off. You should have lied and said two minutes. However, that answer might piss him off equally as much. He's so...disciplined? Is that the right word? Sergeant-like? You wonder if he served in the military or something--he looks so young, though...Okuyasu certainly hasn't mentioned anything like that when Keicho was rarely brought up in conversation. 

"You can leave," Keicho commands.

Don't gotta ask me twice.

"Yes, right, of course," you open your mouth for another 'uh' then quickly remember what Keicho's reaction had been last time. "Thank you." 

What the fuck are you even thanking him for? Bootcamp simulator? Whatever--you're just happy to get the hell out of there.

You leave so fast you forget your English notes, which you'd brought to study. Keicho picks them up, flipping through them a bit suspiciously. Well...at least you weren't lying. Not that he cared too much about his brother's progression in school, but oftentimes Okuyasu would lie and say you were only coming over to study with him, just so you could play video games with him instead. Keicho hated being lied to. Whenever he caught him, he didn't mind having Bad Company fire a couple of warning shots a little too close to Okuyasu's head. Some of the walls still bare the odd little bullet holes. 

Keicho was pretty sure you wouldn't dare come back for them. You'd been blanched and terrified throughout the entire conversation. Maybe on the verge of fainting too. He doesn't trust Okuyasu to get those notes back to you. As usual...Okuyasu dragging someone else down with him and being a general disappointment. What's new? 

So, he ends up seeking you out between passing periods. He manages to catch you right before your English class. You certainly didn't look happy--and that was before seeing him, so Keicho (correctly) guessed that you were stressed out over the missing notes. 

Your day gets significantly worse when you see the senior standing outside the door to the classroom, waiting expectantly with the usual scowl on his face. He sees the way you go from looking frustrated to scared. 

"In a minute, you'll be late," Keicho says coldly. Then he reaches into his book bag and pulls out your notebook. He jerks it impatiently towards you.

You get the message and quickly take it from his hands. "Uh-" you cut yourself off, not in the mood for him to go off on you in the hall right before your least favorite class. "Thank you, Nijimura." 

"Don't forget this."

Between his scary, giant man fingers is your pink glitter pen that Okuyasu got you as a gag gift from a dollar store. It actually made you more willing to take down notes in class, so it isn't completely useless. But right now it's the last thing you want to see. 

You want to kill yourself. Again. Okuyasu should also be killed simultaneously as this is partially his fault technically.

Your cheeks flush a little as you quickly take it from him like it's contraband. "Thank you. Again." You bow your head and leave for your class. He's not wrong, you actually are about to be late in a few more seconds. 

Keicho casts an icy look in the direction of the classroom door, closing behind you. 

After what you considered to be the worst two days of your life, it's like you suddenly are able to spot Keicho around the school more often. Originally, you'd gotten paranoid, thinking he was following you. But then you just realized he's always been around and you'd been too dense or distracted to notice. He never looks over at you or tries to talk to you really. 

Actually, he looks pissed off all the time so you try your best to leave him alone. 

The most he does is maybe roll his eyes when he sees you giggling or chatting with Okuyasu in the halls but you think the dude just genuinely fucking hates everything including human joy and laughter. 

You wonder what happened that made him well...the way he was. At least in comparison to Okuyasu. They're both from the same family, went through the same things. So how could two brothers be so completely different?

What a strange man...

Yuya Fungami

You think Yuya Fungami is a washed up piece of trash. He peaked in high school and your life would generally be better without him in it. You just want to know what the fuck he's on that makes him as unbearable as he is. 

Throughout high school he'd constantly pestered you for a date. After GRADUATING high school he'd continued on pestering you for a date. "Just one", he'd begged you over and over again. This was before and even during the period of time where he started amassing groupies. Once you considered filing a restraining order but you had no proof against him doing any actual stalking or harm to you and to his credit, whenever you told him no and to go die, he usually left you alone after about ten more minutes of begging. 

Ironically, although you're what draws him, you're also the only thing that can send him away. A few times, strangers had tried to intervene with his light harassment and he has a pretty bad habit of beating the absolute living shit out of them. He is a total punk after all, through and through. He'd never hit a lady like you, but some asshole trying to get in his way? Oh yeah, they're going the fuck down.

It's been a few years since you've seen him now actually. You're hoping you're well on your way to forgetting his face completely.

Then, you had the extreme misfortune of running into him at a coffee shop.

Fuck, is your immediate thought upon seeing him. He's alone, for once, which you find strange. Nowadays he usually likes hanging around with three different girls (he claims he loves all of them equally and he can love you equally also, which you rudely reject). When you recognize him, you start to turn around and leave.

He, being the jackass he is, follows you out.

"Now, wait, wait, wait, what's the rush, huh?" he asks, stepping in front of you with that stupid smirk of his, cutting off your path. You automatically step back from him, having almost run into his chest. He continues advancing, until your back is up against a wall.

"I swear to fucking God, I will pepper spray the fuck out of you, Fungami," you warn, hand already reaching into your bag. It's a bluff. You'd stopped bringing around your pepper spray after the first couple of months of not seeing him anywhere. 

"You're not gonna even ask me how I've been? Geez...thought giving you some time alone would help you cool off..." 

He sees your face pale a little at the implication that the only reason he left for so long was to come back when you were least expecting it to catch you off guard. That level of obsession would be...off putting for sure. Luckily, Yuya's quick to rectify his mistake. He doesn't mean to creep you out on that high of a level. He just likes playing with you a little to see your reactions.

"Hey, heyy, don't look like that, baby. I'm messin' with you. Had to leave for business reasons that's all."

"Business reasons?" You question. "All you do is ride around on a stupid fucking motorcycle and crash it all over town."

Yuya lifts a defensive, stiff finger. "Okay, first of all, it was one crash. Second of all you never sent me flowers or even a note when I was in the hospital after that crash, so you owe me one. And third of all I was checking out some of the shows around the country. Kinda a big subculture y'know?"

You hate it when he gets all sarcastic and smart-alecky with you. And the flowers comment? God he's got some serious fucking nerve. If you recall, somehow during that period of time (you're 90% sure he paid one of your friends), Yuya got your number and you woke up one morning with like thirty unopened texts and two missed calls. His groupies must have not been entertaining enough in the hospital for him. Maybe the hospital kicked them out at later hours, which was usually the timestamp on the all of the messages. Then when you finally blocked his number, he just ended up getting a new phone so you had no choice but to just give up, figuring he would keep getting new numbers until you stopped blocking him. 

Usually the texts weren't terrible, which you hated to admit. Stuff like "how ya doinn" "come hang out w mee ;)" "miss u boo boo girl hugs and kisses" "stop ignoring me" "you into shitty american movies? wanna catch a movie, fast n furious 2 is out". Plus to his credit once he was out of the hospital and on way less morphine you didn't get any random calls from him. You thought Yuya would be abusing your phone number a lot more, actually. 

He's...he's annoying but he's not...dangerous? You guess? Just really, really bothersome. 

You'd hate to admit that you kinda enjoy the exasperation that comes with interacting with him. It always gives you something to complain to your friends about or gossip over. So...at least he's entertaining?

"You never texted me back."

"Hm?" you raise your eyebrows.

"Once I texted you, askin' how you were doing, and you didn't even reply. I was all bent outta shape over it for days. Really toyed with my vibe, y'know?"

You scowl. "Poor baby, I'm sure all forty eight of your girlfriends were there to provide you arms to throw yourself in and weep into." Then you cross your arms. "For your information dickwad, I wised up and got myself a new phone after you left so that number isn't mine anymore. God bless whoever you've been harassing this whole time. They have so much more patience than me." 

God he loves playing this game with you. And even though he knows you're trying to bite back at him, just hearing the word "baby" on your lips directed at him provides enough motivation to keep it going.

"We should go out," Yuya suggests, like he didn't hear anything you just said. "I was thinkin' maybe coffee? I know a nice place around the corner, I'll bet you've never been." 

"Go fuck yourself, Fungami." 

You shoulder him aside and go on your way.

He watches you leave with a smirk, arms crossing over his chest. You have a really sexy little angry walk. 

pt. 5

Guido Mista

Stand users are naturally drawn to each other.

From the beginning you'd been able to see the Sex Pistols.

You work in the restaurant Guido Mista rather favors. Mostly, he likes it cuz' of the cute waitress, who he's pretty sure is flirting with him whenever he goes in. 

One day, he'd been making some small talk with you. 

"I'm actually a pretty decent chef," you'd told him offhandedly, leaning down with one hand on the table and your usual smile. "I just haven't worked my way up the hierarchy here yet. I only moved here about a month ago and got this job recently."

Your story lines up. He'd tried this place purely because Number 5 would not stop sobbing about how he was starving to death. Blah blah blah it went on and on until all the other bullets joined in. Mista knows the little guys don't work if they're hungry. What a troublesome stand...

Buncha babies...

"So you're good at cookin', huh?" Mista says to you as he sneaks Number 5 a piece of pepperoni from the appetizer under the table. 

You tilt your head at him with a bit of a half smile.

"I didn't mean that in a weird way, like you're a woman so of course you can cook kinda thing. That's just sexist, right? And that's why i didn't mean it. Like that. Just sayin'." He goes awkwardly quiet, looking beyond mortified. God he prayed he hadn't given you the wrong impression. He knows he's kinda an asshole but you're not supposed to know that this soon. 

You shake your head with a laugh to Mista's instant relief. "You're fine, signore. Is there anything I can get you started with?" 

Mista hasn't even thought about his order. His heart is still pounding from his almost fuck up with the cute waitress. Even the bullets like you. They giggle about "waitress girl" in front of the rest of the gang constantly. It's getting increasingly obnoxious. Often times, he reminds them that if by some miracle granted by God himself, even if he was able to get with you, you wouldn't be able to see them. Little fuckers. It kinda feels good to bring them down a notch. He hates to admit it but the idea of having to share you with his stand gets him all jealous and bothered sometimes. So immature...but the smugness feels good. 

At his silence you shrug again. "If you haven't decided yet, signore, that's perfectly alright. I can come back around in five minutes, yes?"

"Guido Mista," he suddenly says with a wave of his hand, like he's banishing formalities. "You don't gotta do the "signore" stuff with me." 

You tap your name tag with a small smile in response. "(Y/N). Pleasure to meet you, Guido." 

BINGO, YES! One time he overheard some other dickmunch at the table next to him trying to flirt with you. Oooh...that got his blood fucking boiling. He thought about maybe cornering him out back once the bastard finished up and putting one of the bullets through his stupid ugly head. But you seemed to handle yourself just find. You'd adamantly had refused to call the pushy customer by his name, claiming it was disrespectful, against business policy, blah blah blah could get you fired other shit Mista doesn't remember. Excuse after excuse, basically. But the main point was you'd continued to call the other man signore and had not exchanged your name. This HAD to mean you were into him. 

And he's not wrong--you've always thought he was pretty cute. Dark eyes, and when he takes his hat off to sit back and relax--dark hair too. Such a hottie...and he's funny. You like when he comes in and flirts with you, because you have the opportunity to flirt back. Your little crush goes to the extent where when you serve him, if you notice there's something wrong or off about the food or presentation, you have your stand fix or enhance it. Such a little favor from such a conditional stand...but it's enough for him to appreciate seeing as how big he tips you. 

Mista's pretty sure you could serve him an actual dead rat with a parsley sprig on top and he'd still pay more than the bill was asking. You're just so damn cute...

You tap the table with your pen to get his attention again. You know by doing this you're taking a risk, but you can't help it...

"And lemme know if there's anything the little guys want too, okay?"

Then with that same smile, you leave.

Mista's only thought is "goddammit". 

Risotto Nero

You'd just been walking to a convenience store. You knew you shouldn't have taken that shortcut down the alleyway. You had a gut feeling that you should take the long way. But you didn't.

You'd bumped into...nothing. Maybe about three feet before the alleyway let out into the more public area. Like walking into the clearest window pane ever. How do you bump into something that you can't see? It's so mind blowing and confusing that you don't even have time to properly react.

That same nothingness seems to have hands like a human. Because that nothing goes to grab onto your throat, turning you and pinning you up against the bricks of the alley wall. Your head is spinning, you can't breathe. You can hear yelling, very faintly, over the pounding of your own heart in your ears. What the actual fuck is going on? 

In his mind, Risotto Nero is thinking of all the things he could do right now, fingers still tight at your neck. He could proceed onwards with this very obviously botched hit. There's no way his targets don't know he's there after watching this idiot girl bump into what appeared to be thin air. He could kill you...no that wouldn't do anything. It's needless too. Just a petty result of his frustration and anger. And you look absolutely terrified. You obviously hadn't walked into him on purpose--you couldn't have, you couldn't see him after all. He should have been paying enough attention to move out of your way. 

Risotto sees guns start to appear from inside of coats and out of holsters. There is an even higher chance now that if he doesn't hurt you, his targets will. Or the ever merciless yet neutral crossfire of blades and bullets. 

He curses his carelessness again. He hasn't made a mistake like this in years. 

Fuck.

Risotto's hand changes position. He goes from pinning you to the wall, to wrapping his arm around you, throwing you off balance so he could lift you off the ground and over his shoulder with ease. It's honestly a mystery as to how you haven't fainted yet. You just seem to be in a state of shock as he makes a run for it, carrying you. Turning as many corners as fast as possible would reduce the possibility of a stray bullet hitting either one of you. 

Soon enough, he's lost them completely. 

He stands, silently and motionless, with you still over his shoulder. He stays that way for a few long moments. You are also dead silent, not having recovered from the shock of...once again being interacted with by fucking nothing?? How is there any logical way to explain what's happening? Are you dreaming? 

Risotto sets you down finally. Your fingers remain grasping him, for reasons he's not sure of. Safety? Even though he's likely the one you should be afraid of. You look like you're finally on the verge of fainting, your face a complete mask of disbelief. Strange...he hadn't taken any iron from you-oh. He only realizes then that he has yet to make himself visible to you. How strange of an experience that must have been...

He could walk away now, still invisible. He could make it so you just have no fucking clue what happened. You looked a little frazzled, sure, but no harm had come to you. Chances are you could still go about your day just fine. 

But something compels Risotto not to do that. He's learned from past experience that one should always listen to gut feelings. This one is no different. So, slowly, he reveals himself to you. The invisibility slides off him like a metallic sheet, like he's stepping out of thin air itself. He wonders if you'll catch on that it's just a trick of the light, just an illusion. 

His reveal does not make you look any less terrified, which is what Risotto had been expecting. He doesn't notice your face blanche even further. He's used to that kind of reaction. Despite it, you still cling to him, fingers finding themselves snug against the leather straps hugging his chest. 

"I'm sorry," he simply said. "You should get far away from here. And then go farther than that. There's nothing here for you now. Do not stick around. And do not get involved. You will certainly die if you do. Do you understand me?" 

"I-involved? Far...far away? What? What are you talking about?" Your panic finally starts to set in, chasing out the numbness of your former shock. "Who are you?! Why did those men start chasing us?" Your voice rises more and more. You look like you're about to cry now too. 

No time for emotions like that.

Risotto simply shakes his head. "Every question is another moment of your life you have wasted here. Please. Go." 

You don't know what to do other than listen. 

Ghiaccio

Your new roommate, God bless his soul, is an actual freak.

You'd been desperate, which is the only reason you let him move in with you. He'd been just as desperate to have a place at all. You didn't catch much of his sob story, to be honest. Something about not getting paid enough it's not his fault everyone is fucking stupid blah blah blah, you have no idea why he's ranting to you about this. You're practically strangers after all. Come to think of it, you're never sure why he rants to you about anything.

Hell, you barely know the guy.

But for some reason, Ghiaccio has decided that you absolutely need to hear about every problem he's ever had with the world in his life. This can range from a pigeon he saw get hit by a car in the street (you still don't know if he's on the pigeon's side or the driver's side), to the very roots and faults of developing late stage capitalism in America (you also don't know why he cares about this, you're both in Italy?). 

As long as he's paying his half of the rent, you've decided it's whatever and you can handle it. Your job gives you a break from him anyways.

Whatever Ghiaccio's problem is, he's quite the character. A very, extremely neurotic one at that. 

Several times, you wonder if he's worth his temper, which oftentimes gets turned on you once or twice a week. You truly have not one inkling of a clue of just how lucky you are. Most people receive the brunt of his temper like fourteen times a week, so he's decided you're one of the few people he can stand. He actually likes you, for what that's worth, so he finds less things to prod at. 

You're not sure if you, yourself, can stand him though. You want so badly to just sit back and be entertained by him. Lord knows he comes up with some insanely creative strung together insults that you're sure no other human has thought of much less said ever before. But it's also a hassle staying on your toes, walking on eggshells trying your damned hardest not to piss him off. 

One time you'd mentioned you were partial to dark chocolate. You don't remember what sparked this conversation. He asked what percent and you'd apparently given him an answer he'd liked. Because first off, he didn't immediately delve off into a rant about the unnecessary inclusion of sugar and additives in modern day chocolate. And second off, once you came back from a rather annoying day of work, he'd shoved a bar of it into your hand. 

So, you start to realize maybe Ghiaccio isn't as...one sided as you thought. He's got some complexity to him. Some depth beneath his ice. You'll never quite figure him out, but at least there is something to figure out. It makes him feel like less of a hopeless nightmare in general. 

Also, whenever he's around, you have started getting into the habit of ranting about your own day. Probably not healthy all the time, but if it maintained your relationship with him then it worked for you. A lot of the same things Ghiaccio had a problem with actually pissed you off too. You both hated slow walkers, old people, the color orange (Why is it so hideous? Why would anyone make anything orange of their own volition?), traffic cones, tourists, bad hair days, annual eye exams, the list really goes on forever. 

Previously, you'd usually kept all of your own troubles or thoughts in, to yourself. Ghiaccio told you that doing that will just rot you from the inside out.

It's weird to say but he's oddly...encouraging? So usually if you have a bad day your first thoughts are "God, wait till I tell Ghiaccio about this shit..."

pt. 6

Thunder McQueen

Ever since you arrived at Green Dolphin State, you've felt eyes on you. 

It's also no coincidence that the custodian here freaked you the fuck out. You know it's him. He has these...these strange eyes. Like he's not even looking at you, like he's looking straight through you. Blank, and therefore unreadable expression too. You have no clue what his intentions are but you can't help but feel afraid for your own safety. 

You'd noticed him staring at you one time in the cafeteria and ever since it's like he never stops fucking showing up. It's like a curse.

You spent a good few of your first weeks in the prison being scared of him. Terrified even. Because even as time passed, you still never gained a clue as to what his intentions were. He didn't stare at anyone else. Just you. And no one else ever seemed to notice him. Just you. Sometimes you wonder if you've already gone crazy and he's just some weird ass hallucination. Even when people bump into the custodian, therefore proving he IS real, they have no reaction and just continue on. Like he's some sort of ghost. 

Eventually, you couldn't take it anymore. You were losing sleep your anxieties and paranoias had grown so bad. 

You'd tracked him down that day, noticing that he seemed to actually be trying to get away from you. Once you managed to corner him and he turned to face you, he actually looked just as scared of you as you were of him. That was...off putting to say the least. Still, your nerve practically had you in tears. He, for some reason, was on the brink of tears as well. 

Babbling through said tears after you stare at him for a minute too long, he'd explained that he didn't mean to creep you out and he was truly and honestly from the bottom of his heart sorry for stalking you. He was just so...pathetic and sad that you had a hard time really feeling too threatened by him now.

"Stalking me?" you repeated, looking taken aback.

To which he'd nodded aggressively. 

You hadn't even known about that part. Your blood runs a little cold at that confession. So that's why even when you couldn't find him in a room you still felt on edge...huh. Human instinct is really something else. 

But turns out besides the stalking he's actually a pretty nice guy. 

He said his name was "Thunder", which you were sure was a fake name he gave you. Still, you could tell he wanted you to trust him, so you reluctantly gave him your name in return. 

After the confrontation, you didn't see the custodian for a few days and wondered if something bad had happened to him. Or maybe he just couldn't take the embarrassment and put in for a transfer or something to the men's ward. You kinda felt bad for scaring off someone who potentially could have been your first friend in here. Sure Thunder was...weird. And a stalker. To his own very quick admission. But compared to everyone else, you felt like he couldn't have really been that bad. You're desperate for companionship, and your cellmate isn't really much conversation.

With a soft sigh, one night, you leaned up against the bars of the cell.

You'd been too worried and stressed out to eat today. So now you're really feeling the consequences of your actions. The cold metal in your side gives you something else to focus on. You hug your knees to your chin, ignoring the hunger pains. If they kept you up all night, at least you'd be the first one up to make it to breakfast in the morning. 

Then you hear footsteps. Weird. There shouldn't be a patrol out right now. 

"Thunder?" you whisper. 

"You didn't eat today," he responds, equally hushed, his wiry voice shaking even more than usual. "Are you trying to die?" 

It's not a dig at you, it's a genuine question. If you were attempting that way out of prison, he could finally make good use of his terrible stand and take you with him maybe. Was it all because he didn't talk to you for a few days? Were you that worried about him? He's kinda flattered...It was a shame not to be able to hear your voice anymore. It'd be an even bigger shame if your efforts succeeded without him and he couldn't watch you from a distance. 

To Thunder's equal disappointment and relief, you shake your head.

"I just...I dunno. I forgot, I guess." You don't want to tell him the truth, that you'd been worried sick and depressed, convinced you were about to spend your years long sentence entirely and completely alone. 

In the dim lighting, he can see that you look...sad. Did he do that too? He feels awful, yet overjoyed at the same time. Maybe you could come close to understanding his pain. 

"Here," he whispers. He passes something to you between the bars. A granola bar. You sit up a little.

"Oh, uh. I don't have anything to trade you. I'm sorry, Thunder," you whisper. You're already well aware that it's a bad, bad idea to borrow or take without immediately giving something in return. It's bad to be in debt to anyone in here. Even this super cute custodian. Thunder simply shakes his head.

"Don't worry about it. Please."

You look like you're about to argue, but you really don't want to risk waking your cellmate. They don't need a reason to go from indifference towards you to hate. 

"Thank you...Thunder. It...it means more than you know." 

How much does it mean? Thunder wonders. Maybe he'd find out if he stuck around. 

pt. 7

Mountain Tim

You work at a bar he frequents. It's not pleasant, but you don't exactly hate it either. The customers there are rough around the edges, usually crude and nasty. But the pay is pretty good and it covers you just fine considering you have no one but yourself to feed, shelter, and clothe. 

The saloon's in a town he always passes through when he's on the way to or back with a bounty. He's very, very consistent in this. Thus, he becomes somewhat of a regular. You're not really a fan of the bar regulars. The fact that they're here so much gives them this level of entitlement that you can't fucking stand. But Tim? Tim's different.

When he'd first walked in, you'd thought "Good God" because based on his outfit along, you were sure he was gonna be some extravagant unbearable asshole.

But he was actually kind of a sweetheart. 

Had you cared to look a little closer the first few times he'd walked in (when you'd gone out of your way to avoid serving him in an attempt to dodge anticipated jackassery), that sweetness was clear on his face. He'd really earned your respect one time, when one of the other bar regulars was getting a little too handsy with you. You had barely swatted the man's hand away before Tim was over in a flash, the same level-headed, cool aura ebbing off him. Without a word he takes the guy by the collar, drags his ass out of the chair, and out of the saloon. You don't know what Tim did. You don't bother asking. All you know is the guy didn't come back for the rest of the night.

"Thanks for helpin' me out there," you'd uttered to him once he'd settled back down at his quiet little corner of the saloon. 

He tilts his printed hat up with a thumb and a half smile. "Least I can do for ya', honey. Fella needed to be taught a lesson in good, ol' fashioned manners if ya' ask me." 

Even before he'd directly helped you out, he'd always treated you right. That doesn't stop after the incident either. He treats you with an amount of respect that suggests you're nothing short of a princess, despite being a waitress at this stupid, dirty, backwater bar. Tim's gaze always stays on your eyes when you're talking to him. No where else.

You don't know this yet, but he genuinely likes looking at your face. He thinks you have the prettiest eyes he's ever seen too. 

His respect for you, usually rare among hardened bounty hunters like him, makes you rather sweet on him. This makes him like you even more in return, continuing the cycle. It's a nice break from the usual straight-faced, cold demeanor you tend to put on for everyone else. After all, if you're not be a completely icy snob, half these guys think you're practically begging to be taken out back for what they think is a good time. Silence is a yes, kindness is a yes and even a verbal no is "I wanna say yes, keep going, keep teasing" to these animals. Mountain Tim seems to be the only one of them you can actually let your guard down around.

And you know he's not trying to deceive you either. There's no falseness in his actions nor in his words. No secondary motive, no nothing. It seems he just...genuinely likes talking to you. The long, grueling trips he makes to and from his bounties get a little brighter whenever you're working that day. And your days seem to get a little sunnier too whenever Tim's dropping in for a drink. 

He jokes around with you sometimes, tellin' you to point out whoever was being vulgar or nasty to you tonight so he could go and "set them straight" once they left the bar. The last time he'd dragged a patron out it'd caused somewhat of a scene, which he could tell you really didn't like. Usually, at his offer, you just shake your head and laugh. Which he doesn't exactly take as a solid no. You never know if Tim makes good on his little promises and threats (he does), but it's a sweet gesture and helps relieve some of your tension on the job. 

It's embarrassing, but you start adoring the sight of that stupid zebra striped hat.

Often times, Tim tells you seein' you is his good luck charm for baggin' whoever's head is on that fraying poster this time around. 

[throughtherabbitholeao3]

Call Me A...

18+ MDNI

You tell your asshole boyfriend you've got a thing for homophobia.

(masc reader, NSFW, homophobia, consensual homophobia, f slur- many times, physical violence, inappropriate use of pillow,)

Also if you don't want this don't read it.

Ignoring the tadc censors for this.

Aprx 2.3k words. Cross-posted on ao3 under ThroughTheRabbitHole

A/N: sticking to the canon of tadc characters not having genitals (so reader doesn't get any either) but I'm still making between the legs an erogenous zone.

You and Jax usually sleep together in his room. It's essentially routine for you to head to his room instead of yours.

Jax can feel how tense you are right now, against his body with your head on his shoulder, and look at you, all nervous and jittery, if you've got something to say, spit it out already.

But hey, he's not gonna start pressing you about your problems, if you've got some inner turmoil going on he doesn't need to have some stupid touchy feely talk with you. What's it to him if you're all fidgety beside him? He doesn't care.

He's been blatantly eyeing you this whole time, noting your behaviour.

But so what? He could probably pass out right now. Get some sleep- not that he needs it. He doesn't need to deal with you right now.

The room's kind of bright though, and really, look at you. He moves for a better view of your face and you really look like there's words stuck on your tongue. Okay, he's curious.

"You gonna spit it out or what?"

Your eyes widen slightly. You thought you could feel him staring at you. You breathe in and sit up, you only meet his eyes for a second before nervously looking away. He only looks up at you, one eyebrow raised, still half laying down.

You really do want to tell him. He can be such a dick but that's kind of the idea, so he could be so perfect for this- but on the other hand- he can be such a dick. You shut your eyes and sigh like you're bracing yourself. You open your eyes and face him, he is far more relaxed than you.

"I was just thinking... Y'know like... If you'd be into it, you could like..."

Oh. This isn't touchy feelings shit. Jax's ear left twitches at your words and demeanor. You're shy. Aww.

Suddenly his body language is mirroring his interest in this. Suddenly he's right up next to you with his shit eating grin.

"I could what?" You look away and roll your eyes at the stupid look on his stupid, irritating face.

"Maybe, under certain bedroom circumstances, you could call me..."

"What? A whore? A good boy? My- "

"Stop. Guessing."

"Aww, don't pretend you don't like being a good little bitch. C'mon. Who's a good boy?" He is so. Not. Funny. And also probably not joking. God, he's not gonna shut up, you can see him about to open his mouth again. Does this have to be so embarrassing? Just bite the bullet already, just tell him you-

"Call me a faggot." Yeah, like that. You cringe at the way you squeaked out your sentence and take a look at Jax's expression. He's not saying anything. Why isn't he saying anything? And why does he look so taken aback by that? He could try looking a little less stunned.

He bursts out laughing.

Swell.

"What?" He sounds far too amused with this.

"Well... Don't laugh. Dick." At least one of you is having a great time with this.

"You want me to-!"

"Okay! Nevermind, I take it back, fuck off." You don't actually think you can take it back, right?

No, this is too good for him to let go.

"No, please, keep going. I wanna hear about your hate crime fantasy."

"Shut up. I don't want you to fucking hate crime me, just... some homophobia. Directed at me."

"You've got problems, y'know that?" What you have is a specific scratch you want him to itch, is that too much to ask? Is he going to do it or not? You don't really want to have to ask. Again. "Okay, go on then, tell me about it. Is your gay boyfriend being gay not gonna ruin the fantasy, sweetheart?"

Somehow sweethearts never sounded sweet from his mouth. But he's really asking about it right? He's not making fun of you? Well, no, he's definitely making fun of you, but he's not just making fun of you?

Your annoyed expression is one of his favorite looks on you.

"For this... Particular fantasy," His smile's tugging at his lips and you glare at him before deciding you'll be looking straight ahead at the wall for the rest of this. "I would obviously prefer it, if you could not be my boyfriend and be more like, some straight guy I want to fuck, and who... I guess... is down to use me."

You take a look back at Jax to see how he's reacting and this time he's at least making an attempt at holding back his laughter.

"You mean a homophobic straight guy, right?" He's not trying that hard. Amusement and joy echos through every word he says.

"It's not funny, Jax!"

"Maybe not to you." He pokes your chest. "But I didn't ask for the opinion of some queer with a pathetic little crush on me, did I?" He gets off the bed and circles around to you.

Okay... So this is- you guys are doing this then?

"I- I don't..."

"Don't what? Have a pathetic crush on me? You're in my bed right now." Right. You're in his bed. And he's not anymore. "Did you come in here just to sniff at my sheets?" He accuses with a smirk.

Okay. this is what you're doing then. This is... sudden. But he's giving you what you asked for. Suddenly you feel like you shouldn't be in his bed, you jump out of it and now Jax is just a step away from you.

"N- no, I was just- I was..." He grabs you and swings you face first into a wall, holding your hands behind your back.

"You were just perving on me, weren't you faggot?" Your mouth falls open and you whimper. Arousal is making something in your circus body feel needy. He quickly pulls you away from the wall just a little so he can push you back on. "Weren't you?"

"I- yes." Your admission is quiet and ashamed. He spins you to look at him and hold your hands over your head.

"Because you're a pathetic faggot." You look down, not wanting to meet his eyes. An unaware observer might mistake your meek demeanor and uneven breathing for fear, but Jax knows what it really is. "Say it."

He picks you up by your wrists, holding them against the wall. It hurts. The pressure on your wrists and the weight on your shoulders.

"I'm a pathetic faggot." You rush out the words wanting to be put down. He lets go of your wrists and stands beside you as your feet hit the ground, so he can push you to your hands and knees while you're trying to catch your balance.

"That's right. And fags like you belong on their knees." His playful tone's malicious and you're eating it up.

You feel his foot hit your stomach hard and he does not go easy on you. Pain eats at your abdomen. You bring a hand up to try soothing the pain- and to protect yourself from another hit- but he kicks you in the side toppling you over. It wasn't as hard as the first kick, just hard enough to have you laying on the ground clutching your stomach and side.

He spits a command at you. "I said." He sits on his bed facing you. "On your knees."

You bring yourself to your knees in front of him, but can't bring yourself to meet his gaze. You have a pissed off expression but no objections. He likes seeing you hold your tongue like that. "Yeah, there's a good boy." He pets your head like a dog.

Your stomach is still aching and you take a breath through the pain. He pulls his hand away and his pseudo affection is gone. "Now. I want an apology. For you being a pervy little faggot."

"I'm sorry." Your still small voice has an air of stubbornness to it. Still irritable from the pain. He likes that. You pretending to be prideful. You can spike your tone with resistance all you want, but you're still not dignified enough to actually defy him, are you?

"For?" Yeah, you should have seen that coming. You swallow your pride if you have any left.

"I'm sorry. For being a pervy faggot." His body language is so relaxed and comfortable.

"Hm. Why? I mean you're not only sorry because I caught you right? You know why it's wrong then? Tell me why you're sorry for being a pervy little faggot." Is rubbing salt in the wound some kind of sport Jax could try out for?

"Because- "

"From the top."

Right.

"I'm sorry... For being, a pervy faggot. Because." You need to pause for a minute. Jax just looks at you expectantly with that smug look on his face. "Because. It was wrong of me, to invade your space for my own perverted agenda."

"That's right. It's not my fault you have this pathetic obsession with me. What were you even doing? I bet you wanted to get off in my bed, huh freak?" He punctuates freak with his foot tapping your forehead. "Here." He reaches his long arm over and snatches a pillow to toss at you.

It lands in your lap and you look up at him.

"go ahead. You wanna get off on my stuff don't you? You can use my pillow but I'm not letting you do your faggot shit on my bed."

His sadistic grin grows as you slowly take the pillow and position it between your legs. You look off to the side and slowly rock into it, gripping it tight. Jax starts laughing as you start moving.

"You can't be this desperate, you're actually doing that right now? In front of me?" You want to pick up your pace but you don't want to look any more needy than you already do. "C'mon, hump that pillow like it's my leg."

Like it's his leg.

You already were going to have to start putting more into it, but it might have been a little less embarrassing had it not coincided with his command.

Your eyes shut and you're trying not to focus on anything but the feeling of grinding into his pillow, and trying not to think about how he must be looking at you with all the little sounds you're making.

Times like this remind you of certain changes to your body. It can make things a little trickier sometimes. At this point you're trying so hard and you probably look so pathetic, squirming and panting like that, and the pillow is proving to be an insufficient means of achieving what's close to an orgasm in the digital circus.

"I- I can't, not enough."

"You wanna use your hands?"

"Yes!"

"Because you're a greedy little faggot?" Can he just not make this so hard for one second? At some point you've debased yourself enough for one night.

"Yea- Yes, because I'm a greedy little faggot." He delays his answer for a minute to watch you struggle on the floor, chasing whatever feel-good feelings you can get before he finally grants you permission.

You stick your hands between your thighs, rocking into them erratically, trying to feed your desperation with this stupid fucking ken doll body.

"Wow. You look so stupid right now."

You huff in annoyance- or maybe that's just you moaning at his words. You're sure he's right but it feels too good to stop just because you look a little stupid right now. It's almost hard to even care how you look, your brains getting all fuzzy and you're starting to get shamelessly lost in the feeling. Your moaning's getting less restrained as you fall into a pleasure daze.

Jax sits there watching you lose yourself. With your new shameless enthusiasm, his words start to come at you more rapidly.

"Look at you, you're such a pathetic little cocksucker aren't you? Just a stupid little faggot jumping at the chance to play with yourself in the same room as me. Did you have any self respect at the start of the day, or have you been like this the whole time?"

His words only encourage you more and he knows it. His insults make you whimper and you're too far gone to act proud, too far gone to do anything other than keep desperately touching yourself.

"You're my bitch and I didn't even have to touch you." Clear amusement is injected into his tone. Like he's so entertained by the sight of you. "Say you're pathetic."

"I'm pathetic." Your brain's too foggy to even consider defying his order. You're too close to let something as minor as thinking slow you down

"Ha! And, you're a stupid faggot." God, he is really enjoying this.

"And I'm a stupid faggot." He seems to find endless entertainment in your submission.

"And a sick pervert?" You start going faster and faster chasing release. You don't care what he wants you to say, he can pull whatever words he wants out of your mouth.

"I'm a sick pervert." So close. So close. So close.

"Who's obsessed with me?"

"I'm obsessed with you!" You finally hit your climax, leaning over the ground you start slowing down.

You take a minute to just breathe on the floor. In your clearer state of mind everything you just said- how you must have looked is hitting you and you can't look up at him.

"Yeah, there's a good boy." He reaches to pet you again. His gloved hand feels gentle against you, and he caresses your face.

You slowly lift yourself and get into bed, without looking at him and without a word you put your face in his chest.

[highlynerdy]

More live watching nonsense because @dangermousie told me to! Episodes 2 - 6!

•There's like litchral wolves y'all. A whole ass bee-like swarm of them. What in the everloving cgi is this...

•The emperor protected Asule from the fucking giant wolf. Didn't expect that. Oh! Oh, but now Asule is protecting him?! What are these veins?!!!!

And the Scream Of Power!? Does this power only manifest when he's trying to protect someone?? This is the second time we've seen it and like. Hmm...

•FLAWLESS VICTORY. Also flawless cinematography (I swear I'll probably shut up about how beautiful this drama is eventually)

But like. Look at some of these scenes! MY EYEBALLS HAVE BEEN BLESSED THIS DAY! Vistas worthy of paintings for real for real.

•"He's basically been dead ever since he was born." Ominous af tbh

•Sitting by a camp fire, talking about suppressing bloodlines and power and shit you know how it goes. Totally not a bad sign of things to come or anything right??? Definitely not going to have any repercussions by suppressing a super powerful whatever the hell is in him...

•"The day he turns 24 is still his doomsday." Ruh roh. And then. The other dude. Just disintegrates?? Huh...

•Yeah. We all saw that coming. Of course the other state wants Asule after he one swipe took out the Demon Wolf. Seeing him off to probably die but definitely be a hostage to another kingdom and still looking so composed.

•Well...shit. I mean we all also saw that coming too. But poor Suma. And wow what acting from Liu Haoran just HIS FACE is so good!

•He's just. so. damn. kind. And soft. I'm getting mad Tushan Jing vibes from this dude. The tenderness in his entire being is just!!

•Two new players have entered the arena! Ji Ye flies in from the sidelines to save his slightly douchebag (??) boss and Yu Ran is here to cause some shit! This is PEAK Chaos Gremlin™️ Meet Ugly

•So we're skipping way ahead but! They keep translating a word to "samurai" and like???? I seriously doubt it?? But I can't see the Chinese subs (it's driving me crazy) to see what the word is!  Help! •"I'm not a maid anymore don't mind me stripping you down, crown prince." Uh huh...yeah. •In the vein of production value (yeah I know I said I'd stop but I lied like a lying liar), I don't recognize a lot of these sets! It's not the same throne room, staircase, brothel, imperial palace as it always is (though some do look a little like hengdian)! Either way, it's delightful. A novelty lol

•Him talking about his people's marriage customs is so!!! Like. They date and hang out and vibe?? Sounds way better than like 90% of cdrama arranged marriages. Way. WAY. Better.

•Just lots of scheming and backstory and some Yu Ran shenanigans. I already adore her. So feisty and scary in the way a particularly irritated gerbil would be feisty and scary.

•Ji Ye and Yu Ran bonding on the roof I cannot with the softness. "Call me Dage" she says! And THEN NO ONE EVER TOUCHES HIM BECAUSE HE'S DIRTY!??!?! Stopppppp.

•LADY IN PURPLE IS A BAD BITCH omggggg •The trio is finally in one place! Fighting some kind of cdrama Orc Zombie or whatever the hell, but it's awesome. That! Teamwork! We love to see it. The stab into the foot from her, the drop kick into the spear from Ji Ye and then pulling the nightmare baddie onto the spear with the rope while screaming?!?! 11/10 don't fuck with these three!

•On his knees. In the rain. Screaming to the heavens and his lost friend that he got revenge. What a MO.MENT. Oh! That means he used himself as BAIT! Yeah okay okay. He may be "weak" or whatever in body but what a fucking MOVE. "I was the last of her family so if I didn't get revenge then who would?" I LOVE YOUUUUUU.

He sees Suma in his dreams and then is smiling in his sleep I just cannot. I just...

This show has me by the THROAT, y'all. I fell asleep with my phone in my hand watching it in bed last night because bruh.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I need some hurt comfort in the form of a mini story. Basically Adam is now at the hotel and he has to be in one of those group therapy sessions. Both Alastor and Lucifer are antagonizing Adam, Alastor because Adam beat him and Lucifer because he attacked Charlie. Adam reaches the breaking point when Lucifer brings up what Lilith accused him of doing to her in Eden. He shouts at them saying that she lied and that was what she did to him in Eden. How much it hurts him when his weight is brought up. Then because he wants to hurt Lucifer he tells him that Lilith went to Heaven because she found Lucifer smothering and she no longer wanted anything to do with him as well as the fact that she only wanted to be with Lucifer because it would hurt Adam. He then runs off crying, Charlie then makes Lucifer go and apologize to Adam. Lucifer then holds Adam and comforts him.

Adam wasn't stupid, he knew he was in Hell and that it wasn't going to be easy especially when 98% of the population hated his fucking guts.

But to have Alastor deer prick face and Lucifer his royal shortness and pain in Adams ass keep yapping at him during group therapy was more than a little irritating.

The only reason they were doing this was because Charlie left to grab a few things.

Alastor: Oh what's the matter? You have nothing to say now that we're on even footing?

Adam felt his eye twitch, he tried real hard to ignore them. They were only trying to get a ride out of him.

Lucifer: Come on Adam! You were always so talkative. Especially in Eden.

Adam clenched his fists, this little bastard better not bring up that fucking garden. He could tell from that smirk in the corner of his eye that this wasn't over.

Lucifer: I mean really Adam, it's a wonder you didn't end up down here sooner after what you did to Lilith.

That fucking tears it.

Adam turned and glared: What I did to her!? More like what she did to me you fucking little asshole!! And since we're on the fucking topic of your oh so "perfect" wife, would you like to know where she is right now? She's in heaven bitch! So she could get away from your clingy as fuck ass and your annoying daughter!!

He felt his voice take on a more demonic tone, he felt hot with anger after keeping everything inside for so long.

Lucifer paled, as if he could go any whiter: W-what?

Adam: News flash prick face! SHE NEVER LOVED YOU!! She was only with you because it fucking hurt me!! She used you and got everything she ever fucking wanted!!

Adam got up, tears in his eyes. He heard that fucking Bambi asshole snicker and he turned to him.

Adam: Oh fuck off mamas boy and go suck a tvs cock.

He stormed out leaving them both silenced. Adam slammed his bedroom door and went to his bed sobbing. He wanted to die again, only this time he wanted to stay dead.

Lucifer was stunned by everything that Adam just said. Was it all true? It..... It had to be. One thing about Adam was that he was brutally honest.

Charlie came in, she had heard the whole thing.

Charlie: Dad, you need to go apologize. Now.

Lucifer was a little embarrassed, his own daughter scolding him like a child. He tried to save face and just left to go and apologize to Adam.

The door was locked but that wouldn't stop him. Using a portal he went inside.

Adam was still crying when he heard the small steps of someone moving closer to his bed and sitting down.

Lucifer: Adam..... Woah!

Adam shoved him off the bed: GET THE FUCK OUT!!

Lucifer recovered and got up: No, look.... I'm sorry okay?

Adam scoffed: You wouldn't even be here apologizing if I never said any of that shit. Leave me alone.

Lucifer winced, he knew that was true but Charlie would have made him anyway........ He sighed.

Lucifer: Why didn't you ever tell me?

Adam: I tried! She fucking beat me to it....... I-I-I don't know what I ever fucking did to make her hate me and she made you hate me too.....

Lucifer: I.... I don't hate you Adam, I'm upset at what you did to my daughter. She's all I have.

Adam: ..... I wasn't going to kill her. I just wanted to scare the shit out of her.

They talked for a while longer, even if Adam never stopped fully crying. Lucifer just ended up feeling fucking stupid and blind. How could have allowed himself to be tricked like that? And this is what she does after he gave her everything?

Lucifer hugged him as Adam cried, he didn't know how to make any of this right. He had hurt his best friend and first love so deeply he wasn't sure he could fix things.

Lucifer: I'm so sorry. I'm so very sorry.

Adam just held onto him for dear life, he's already forgiven Lucifer even though he shouldn't, he felt safe in his strong warm arms. A part of him hates that he still loves him.

But maybe this time, without Lilith's interference they can try and be them again.

Maybe this time they could be happy.

[mummybear]

My Brother's Best Friend - Chapter 6 - Mystic Wolf

Words: 3523

Warnings: Swearing, Talk Of Mates And Marking, Dirty Talk, Stiles Loosing Control, Think That's All :)

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Reader/You/Sadie McCall, Theo Raken, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Talk Of James (OC), Alan Deaton

A/N: Sorry about the wait guys! I'm still really struggling with writers block and I've been really poorly lately which hasn't helped! Anyway< I really hope you enjoy this one! I'm also half way through writing the next one :)

Chapter 6 - Mystic Wolf

Stiles doesn’t speak another word to you, he doesn’t need to though, you can feel his anger pulsing through your bond. He quickly pulls you behind a tree and positions himself in front of you. It's strange, it's almost like the feelings you shared before have been amplified. You take a single step closer to him and wrap a hand around his wrist, trying to pull him back with you. You’re pretty sure you know that voice too and nothing good can come from an amped up werewolf Stiles going face to face with him again, not after the last time.

Stiles lets out a deep growl, one you can feel beneath your feet. Just as Theo steps out from the tree line and into view.

Theo whistles with a stupid grin on his face, “I heard that you’d had an upgrade Stilinski, but shit, even I didn’t see this coming.”

“What do you want, dipshit?” Stiles grits out from between his teeth. You move your hand so you can grab his wrist and intertwine your fingers, before plastering yourself to his back, hoping to stop him from doing anything stupid. Your heartbeat is rapid and nervous, you’re so worried about what might happen right now, and there isn’t a thing you can do to stop it.

“I was looking for Scott. I understand he had a run in with my Beta.”

You’re very confused by this version of Theo, what the hell was he trying to pull. He was like a completely different person. Calm and in control, but you’re certain the monster is lying just beneath the surface.

“Your Beta? What the hell are you talking about?” Stiles asks, irritation and impatience rolling from every word. You can feel his body shaking with tension against your own. 

Theo smirks and steps closer, “you’ve both met him. James? I understand that Sadie knows him very well.”

You can’t help your reaction, it's instantaneous, your breath catches in your throat and you tense, gripping Stiles tighter. Stiles gently squeezes your hand back trying to comfort you, but you feel his rage spike.

“Yeah, somehow that doesn’t surprise me. Keep your bitch in line and the fuck away from my mate. You two belong together. Whoever the hell trusted you to be Alpha needs their head testing. But that’s your problem to deal with, so if you and your godforsaken pack can get the hell out of Beacon hills that would be great.” Stiles’ voice is dripping with sarcasm coupled with annoyance. Even though you’re worried about your situation and how Stiles or Theo might react you can’t help but giggle a little, you’d missed Stiles’ sarcasm.  

“I made myself Alpha. Not that I expect a little runt like you to understand what real power is. We don’t plan on going anywhere. Now, if you’ll excuse me I need to speak to your Alpha.” Theo announces and as he turns to leave, Stiles lets out a warning growl, and you can’t help but whimper in response to it. To your surprise Theo turns around too, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

With a sigh he looks Stiles dead in the eyes, “yes?” 

“One more thing. Keep James the fuck away from Sadie. She’s off limits. Not only is she my mate, but she isn’t interested in his caveman act, or his shit attitude and bad breath. He doesn’t listen and I will stop him, that’s a promise.” Stiles tells him with such steadfast confidence, that you can’t help but blush. You know it shouldn’t excite you this way, but your base instincts seem to take over at your mate defending you, and a noise you didn’t know you could make comes from your mouth. You’re on your tiptoes before you can stop yourself, trying to nuzzle his neck. 

Stiles tries not to react but you feel him relax against you, and without even trying you’ve split his attention. Theo laughs, “Sure, I’ll tell him. But he won’t listen. He will come for her, so make sure you are ready to stop him. I’d say good luck, but I don’t care either way.”

Neither of you have a chance to reply, the second Theo starts to walk away Stiles snaps and picks you up and pins you against the closest tree.

“Such a little troublemaker, Minx. You already know that nobody else is allowed to hear those pretty little noises you make.” Stiles purrs, taking both of your wrists in one of his hands and pins it to the tree above you as he nuzzles your neck. 

You let out a cry of pleasure when his teeth scrape against your skin, you grip him tighter with your legs and roll your hips against him. Feeling his cock straining against his jeans, “you know what I want, Stiles,” you pant breathlessly.

“I’ve already told you, if I start, I won’t stop. As soon as I’m deep inside you, feeling your pussy dripping wet all around me, I won’t be able to stop myself from sinking my teeth into your neck and claiming you.” Even the spoken words seem to have an effect on both of you, your grip tightens on you as you shiver against him. 

He lets out a shaky sigh as he presses his lips to yours softly before pulling away, “this pull between us is getting harder to resist and I’m hanging on by a thread,” he whispers the last part dropping his head onto your chest, carefully releasing your arms. Your hands drop to his head and you softly run your fingers through his hair. He lifts his head and meets your eyes. 

“I swear, I really am doing this for you, I know that’s probably hard for you to believe, or even understand but…” you stop him pressing a finger to his lips.

“I know you are. I can see how hard this all is on you,” you can’t help but giggle at that statement hoping to lighten the mood, and luckily Stiles is unable to hold back his own smile as a blush stains his cheeks.

“Yeah, no kidding,” he laughs with a roll of his eyes.

“You’ve been so incredible, Stiles. I have no idea how you haven’t snapped yet. Frankly, I’d never blame you for that, I couldn’t. Even if I couldn’t feel it through our bond, I know all you want is what is best for me, to protect me.”

“Always,” Stiles smiles and lets out a breath. You unwrap your legs from his waist and he carefully helps you onto your feet.

“I shouldn’t have let that prick get away though, I need to text Scott.” 

“Tell him we’re going to see Deaton now if he needs us.” 

Stiles quickly does as you say, though it’s obvious he’s reluctant to even let go of you for a minute. 

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks, as worry pulses through the bond.

“I promise, Stiles. Nothing that he tells me will change my mind. I’ve wanted to be with you for as long as I can remember. A few obstacles or difficulties won’t change my mind, I’d have been there for you even if it was just as your friend. This just makes me more invested to make sure that you turning into a wolf hasn’t harmed you in any way.” 

“That means more than you know, especially given all this fucked up shit going on. Just don’t speak too soon, please. I can’t get my hopes up yet, it will kill me if you decide against us.” He sighs as his phone pings before you can reply, and he looks to find Scott has messaged back.

“Scott says they’re with Deaton at the clinic already. Are you ready for this?” he asks, holding out his hand for you, which you eagerly take hold of.

The entire walk to the clinic is quiet between the two of you, but it’s nice, oddly comforting. Not that you have any idea what the two of you might face, but this time together with no pressure at all makes a change. It feels like it’s been non stop pressure since Stiles first burst back into your life. You can’t quite work out how it’s been such a short time since then, less than a week ago you had been planning to move on from him for good because you couldn’t wait for him forever. Now here you both are, walking down the street hand in hand, wondering what on earth the next few hours will hold for you both. Whatever it does hold, you just hope that Stiles will be okay, because you would never tell him, but you terrified whatever type of werewolf he is might be dangerous for him. Though you’re not worried he’d ever hurt you.

Stiles gently squeezes your hand, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Hey minx, I can feel you thinking… literally. Talk to me,”

You huff out a laugh. “Sorry, I’m okay. I guess I’m just wondering what Deaton will say about us, about all of this. I’d just like to have a year where something massive and life changing doesn’t happen, I dunno. Ignore me,” you sigh, a slightly self-deprecating laugh leaving your mouth.

“Don’t do that, don’t downplay this shit. I get it. Everything with Scotty has taken years to settle down. Last year you lost your best friend in some shitty accident, then all of this with me. You have every right to feel the things you’re feeling. Just promise me, you won’t shut me out. I want to be there for you, like I said even if you decide against us going forward with our bond. I would never hold that against you, I’ll never stop being there for you. You’ll always be a part of me.” Every word he speaks settles around you like a comforting blanket, and you can’t stop the grin from breaking out on your face.

“Thank you,” you whisper, emotion clogging your throat as you blink away your tears. “I can’t believe you said all of that without any sarcasm attached. And to think I was considering moving on from my obsession with you a week before you came back.” You can’t help but laugh when he tugs you to a stop and steps in front of you with his hand over his chest.

“I should be offended by that,” he smirks, stepping closer and pulling you into his arms. “Guess I’ll just have to count myself lucky I came back in time to stop that momentary insanity huh?” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, his eyes glow purple as you lean in and softly press your lips to his. His hands settle on your hips when you pull back, “this bond packs a damn punch,” Stiles chuckles with a slight wince while resting his forehead against yours. It’s only then that you realise you’ve stopped outside the clinic. 

You swallow thickly feeling the way your body reaches for him, almost like your soul is reaching for his own. It’s actually painful when you both pull away from each other, so Stiles takes your hand once again. You walk backwards slowly in front of him, with a grin.

“You sure you don’t want to just go back home. We can finish this right now Stiles.” 

“Fire. Minx, you’re playing with fire,” he rasps, as a blush creeps up his neck and he adjusts himself in his pants and rubs at the back of his neck.

You both walk through the door and come face to face with your brother, who quickly pulls you into a big hug, you melt against him as you wrap your arms around him.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, Sadie.” He lets go of you and gives Stiles a quick hug too.

“Did you guys have any trouble on your way over here?” 

You look at Stiles who lets out a huff, “yes. We should talk after… well this.” 

Before Scott can reply, Deaton walks into the room.

“Ahh, Stiles, Sadie. Good to see you both. As we discussed Scott, I think it’s best if this conversation is between the three of us. We’ll call the rest of you back soon.”

With a nod of his head Scott and the rest of the pack leave the clinic. You, Deaton and Stiles gather around the examination table. Stiles reaches out and wraps his fingers around your own, and you let out a shaky breath, “It’s okay, me too,” Stiles assures you, a barely there smile on his lips.

“Are you both sure you want to talk about this now?” Deaton asks thoughtfully, looking between you both, you’re certain your nerves are written on both of your faces.

“Kind of need to, Doc. We’ve agreed, the sooner we know what we’re up against the better,” Stiles tells him for both of you, unconsciously edging closer to you. 

“I would have to agree. Have you both been doing okay? Adjusting? I realise it’s only been two days but you seem relatively calm, all things considered.”

It feels as though your skin is itchy and you know the only thing that will stop the itch, so you do what your body wants and tuck yourself under Stiles’ arm. Blushing when both men stop to look at you, “sorry,” you whisper a little embarrassed.

“No need to apologise, it’s perfectly normal. I’m honestly surprised you lasted that long, I have to confess I’m also impressed that we’re even still able to have this conversation before you’ve fully mated with one another.”

Stiles clears his throat, “so… where should we start, Doc?”

“Well, from the little we know about the wolf you seem to have, it is a very rare kind. It’s also not known why and how people gain this particular type of wolf. However, there are a few things I can tell you. One of the main things is that we have no idea how the Mystic Werewolf occurs, only that as I say it’s extremely rare. It’s also been told that the Mystic is one of the only wolves able to resist the true Alpha’s influence, and in fact your power could rival that of Scott’s power. We also know that Wolfsbane doesn’t have an effect on you, at least, not to the extent it does on every other wolf. Once the two of you are mated, if that's the path you choose, then you’ll be able to mind link with each other, but only with each other. There is also the distinct possibility that Sadie might gain some of your powers, once mated. Although, if you choose to become a wolf, Sadie, there is a high possibility that you’ll also become a Mystic wolf. No matter who is the Alpha of your pack, your mate will consider you her Alpha, Stiles.” Deaton pauses, watching you both carefully as you both try to digest everything you’ve heard.

Stiles swallows hard and you’re sure you heard it, “okay. My first question is… is Sadie safe with me? Am I dangerous? To her, to anyone else?” 

Deaton frowns a little in confusion, “Stiles, I can see what this means to you. But I assure you, you’re only as dangerous as any other werewolf. As much as Scott is to Allison, though from the amount of restraint you’ve shown I know that your bond to one another is incredibly strong. There are some whispers that the Mystic wolf can shift into a full wolf and control the transition so they don’t lose themselves to the animal. However, that was one rumour that I couldn't confirm. But if you want my opinion, Sadie is safest when she’s with you.” 

You feel Stiles sag with relief as you press close to him, almost like his scent is stronger now you’re inside again. The rumble that leaves his chest makes you whimper and his fingers grip you tighter, pulling you closer. 

“If I make her mine, mate her, will she turn or is that a separate thing?” Stiles asks, his voice almost a growl now, you can see his wolf in his purple eyes, feel him clawing to take you.

Deaton swallows looking between you both, clearly the tension in the room has gone up quite a lot in the past ten minutes, and Deaton can sense that Stiles is barely holding it together.

“No, it’s completely separate. Marking is something that must be done while you’re mating. Changing someone is completely separate.”

“Alpha, please,” you whimper, feeling the cramps in your stomach again, but these are so much worse than anything you’ve ever felt before. 

Stiles growls and pushes you up against the closest wall. You whine a little at the pain but that’s soon forgotten when you feel him press against you. His breath is hot and fast against your mouth. His hands are fists beside your head pressed into the wall. You arch towards him and lick your lips desperate to feel his skin against yours.

“Doc? Does mountain ash work on me?” Stiles snarls, as his fists slam through the wall by your head.

“As far as I know.” Deaton responds calmly. 

“Do it, please. Stop me. I can’t do this here. We’ve waited too long, I won’t take her here, not like this.” Stiles whispers, eyes never leaving yours even when Deaton leaves the room.

You keep your eyes locked on Stiles as you begin to tug at your coat. Feeling the sweat rolling down your neck, you're unbearably hot. Stiles licks his lips as his eyes fall to your breasts, still covered by your t-shirt.

“Fuck. You want it, don’t you, my little Minx.” 

You lean in close, your breathing ragged and push up on your tiptoes and press your lips to his ear. “Told you I’d still want you. My big bad Alpha,” you purr, wishing he’d move to grab you but he keeps his hands buried in the wall.

“Stop it, Sadie. I’ll hurt you right now and I don’t want that.” 

You hum out a pleased noise as you look up at him, “Make it hurt then, baby. I wanna know, when you take me and make me beg for it, where are you gonna put your mark?” Stiles only growls low and deep in response. You tip your head to the side and bite your lip as your fingers skim the side of your neck, “here?” you ask breathy and desperate, “or here?” you whisper once more, brushing your fingers over the top of your breasts. Tipping your head back you expose your throat to him, desperation clawing at you painfully. 

Stiles finally snaps and leans forward and you feel his entire body shudder as he licks up your throat and nips at your chin. He rips one of his hands from the wall and his hand gently smoothes over your breasts with a gentle squeeze, he uses a little more pressure his hand pushes over your collar bone and comes to settle around your throat. He buries his nose in the side of your neck and inhales deeply.

“All fucking mine, taste so fucking good.” Stiles groans deeply, you squeeze your eyes shut as you feel the last of his control snap. 

However, before he can make contact a cloud of dust envelopes the pair of you and Stiles is ripped away from you. You hear a massive commotion but you can’t react. All you can do is sink to the floor, unable to hold yourself up anymore on your weak legs. You are vaguely aware of the snarls and growls just across the room, but all you can do is whimper as you collapse to the floor. The world around you goes dark as you slip into unconsciousness.

Stiles POV

I stop fighting Scott to get back to his sister the second that I hear that whimper and I watch, helpless and terrified as my mate collapses to the floor. I whimper helplessly pushing at Scott much less aggressively, desperate need and terror clawing at me. I’m unable to take my eyes from Sadies still body as Allison drops down beside her to take her pulse. I can hear her heartbeat but I allow it, what the fuck have I done. I drop to my knees as I look at her laying there in a heap, helpless and all I can think is that this is all my fault. 

Scott gets down beside me as he rests a hand on my shoulder, he meets my eyes. 

“Don’t go there, Stiles. Not your fault. You’ve both waited way longer to mate than is usually even possible. I know why you did and I’m glad you got all of the information before doing anything, we’ll all get you both back home. You both need food and rest, then go from there.” 

I give him a stiff nod as I slowly make my way towards her and carefully pull her into my arms, holding her close to my chest. I will make this all right, I’ll make everything perfect for her.

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