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xtrashmammalstefx · 1 year ago

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Pobre Hermosa (A Fanboy x Plus Size Latina Reader x Hangman SMUT!)

Warnings: SMUT, LANGUAGE

Translations: Title- Poor Beauty, Hijo de la...- Son of a..., HIJO DE LA CHINGADA!- SON OF A FUCK!, Perdoname querida- Sorry sweetheart, Lo sentiste?- Did you feel it?, Lo sentí- I felt it, Que hermosa- how beautiful, Te gusta?- Do you like it?, Lo quieres?- Do you want it?, El infierno de amor- The fire of love, Te amo- I love you, Que?- What?, Te amo tambien- I love you too, QUE CHINGADO HACES?- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?, No estoy enohada contigo, pero tengo que hablar con mi pendejo de hijo- I'm not mad at you but I need to have a word with my fucking idiot of a son, Que pasa?- What's up?, Mi vida- My life.

Notes: Never has writing a smut been so damn difficult simply cuz like the whore I am I'm thirsting over more than one man in the same movie. Nevertheless I finally got this shit done, and now that my creative muscle is working again I plan on posting more, including a possible New Years Resolution post but that is still up in the air for now. Anyway, enjoy!

Many people believe that perfection is only a concept of ones mind. That what’s perfect to you may not be perfect to others. I think whoever first came up with that clearly never met Mickey. Or maybe they did and only managed to see him as he saw himself. A man that always needs to work hard to be acceptable to others. The thing that bugged the absolute hell out of me and that I desperately wished he’d stop doing. I just want him see himself as I do… as I always have.

We were sixteen the first time it became a real problem.

“What the fuck happened to you?” he looked at me in horror when I showed up on his doorstep with a cut on the corner of my forehead.

“Dexter threw a rock at my head,” I said. Dexter was our school’s biggest slease bag. He’d pick a girl and obsess over her until she finally caved and gave him what he wanted. This weeks girl just so happened to be me. I wasn’t caving in though, never in hell, and he was fucking hating it. So much so that when I passed him and his goons on the way to Mickey’s and didn’t give him any sort of attention, he called my name and threw a golf ball sized rock at my head as soon as I (stupidly) turned.

“Hijo de la… come on in,” Mickey stepped aside and I brushed passed him. I shrugged off my hoodie and hung it in the small closet. I had just started making my way to the kitchen for some ice when Mickey grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. “On the counter hermosa.” He said as he dug out the first aid kit from under the sink. I hopped onto the counter next to the sink.

“Where’s mama? And Papi?”

“Mama’s visiting a friend, and Papi got called in to work overtime.” Mickey explained as he dug out a bandage and disinfectant from the kit. He dabbed some of the disinfectant onto a cotton ball. “Now hold still, this might sting a bit.”

Sure enough the second the cotton ball touched the cut a fierce burn shot through me. “HIJO DE LA CHINGADA!” Mickey chuckled, and blew on it.

“Perdoname querida but I did warn you,” he whispered placing the bandage on my head. He then leaned in and kissed it. “Better?”

I nodded. “Thanks.” I pecked him on the cheek… or at least I would have had he not turned his head just right to throw the cotton ball and bandage wrapper into the nearby trash. My lips crash into his stunning both of us. We jolted back as if struck by a spark of electricity. “Uh...sorry I-I didn’t mean to―.”

“Lo sentiste?” he asked. I looked at him confused. “Did you feel it?” He asked again kneeling closer to me. I nodded somehow knowing what he meant.

“Lo sentí,” I whispered. “Lo sentí.” His lips found mine again, only this time...we didn’t stop.

Up until then I’d been a virgin, and so had Mickey as far as I knew. He continued to kiss me passionately as our hands began to explore each other. Mickey wasn’t completely ripped from head-to-toe just yet but his body was still pretty solid and smooth as I snaked my hand up his shirt. He groaned and trembled before shrugging off his shirt. I brought my lips to his chest and kissed the skin above his heart. After a while he placed his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me back. I looked up at him completely drunk off both of our energy. He brought his hands down to the hem of my Selena tank top. I lifted my arms and let him take it off. He kissed me hard and snaked his arms around me to unhook my bra. I’d never been so exposed to him before.

“Que hermosa,” Mickey whispered before taking one of my breasts into his mouth. I moaned as he sucked on and played with my nipple. I tangled my fingers into his dark curls and began to grind my body against his. The fire inside us grew hotter with no end in sight. Suddenly very eager I reached down and undid the button on my shorts. Mickey unzipped them and pulled them off of me, tossing them aside. His joined them soon after and dios mio was the sight stunning. “Te gusta?” He asked catching me eyeing his size.

Aesthetic wise he was pleasing to look at. Shaved, smooth, and just a little darker than his skin. His length and width were enough to make my mouth water. I looked up at him and nodded bringing my lips back to his.

I could feel him brush against me and it send a tremble through my body. Mickey felt this and pulled back. “Lo quieres?” I nodded again loving the feeling of him just rubbing against me. Mickey licked his lips and reached down lining himself up with my entrance. I didn’t know how my body would react to him but as soon as he began to stretch me I clung on to him… It was as if my body needed him, and the fire within it only grew more and more uncontrollable. El infierno de amor, I thought to myself and even now still fight back a laugh at how much like a telenovella it sounds.

Mickey wrapped his arms around me and held me close as he started thrusting. The feeling of Mickey slipping in and out of me was something I knew my body and soul would never forget.

Time didn’t exist in that bathroom. At least not while we were together. No, for the longest time it was just us, our moans, our heartbeats, our kisses, and the drumming our skin coming together. The fire continued to burn, tensing up my core until, eventually… I screamed, my toes curled, my back arched, and I could feel myself tighten around him. A moment later my head fell against his shoulder as my body began to relax. Mickey continued to move until he tensed up and cursing at the top of his lungs, erupted inside me. He dropped his head to my shoulder as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Te amo,” he muttered.

“Que?” He lifted his head to look at me.

“Te amo,” he said.

“Te amo tambien,” I said and was about to lean in for another kiss when…

“MICKEY GARCIA QUE CHINGADO HACES?!” His mom was standing in the doorway looking way beyond pissed. We broke apart then and rushed back into our clothes.

“Amá I can explain,” Mickey started.

“I am so so sorry Mama,” I jumped in ready to get down on my knees to beg for forgiveness before she could whip out the chancla. Mama threw her hands up to shut us up.

“Y/N, please go home, no estoy enohada contigo, pero tengo que hablar con mi pendejo de hijo.” When mama starts ranting in spanish that was usually the cue for me (or anyone really) to get the fuck out and dodge.

“Okay,” I turned to Mickey. “Um, see you at school.”

I left and spent the rest of the day in a daze.

The next day I met up with him in the hallway. I was still on cloud nine (and slightly sore) and I thought he might be too, but when I saw his face something felt...off. “Hey.”

“Um, hey,” he said nervously.

“I hope mama didn’t chew out too bad,” I said trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m actually grounded for a week and Papi wound up giving me the talk.” I cringed so hard for him.

“I am so so sorry Mickey,” I said.

“It’s not entirely your fault,” he said. Still I took his hand in mine and started to reach up for a kiss when he pulled away. “Um, we’re about to be late and I really don’t wanna add detention to my list of punishments.”

“Uh, okay,” I said and watched dumbfounded as he bolted away from me. “The fuck just happened?” I asked myself… Years passed and I still didn’t have an answer.

We never kissed after that, much less make love. For some reason Mickey acted as though nothing had ever happened between us. Like we were still just the two best friends we’d been before. It killed me but eventually I was fine with just having him in my life.

After high school Mickey joined the Navy. To calm his mom and dad I went and stayed with him while he got settled in at the academy. I was supposed to go to school in Phoenix but both Mickey and I found it was impossible to say goodbye and (much to the chagrin of my parents) I wound up staying with Mickey for good and watched as he busted his ass in the academy and then graduated from Top Gun training.

Eventually he got grouped with other pilots who quickly became our second family.

“Oh fuck me!” Jake exclaimed the second I removed my towel. Everyone was gathered on the beach for an impromptu football game. They had a hell of a mission ahead of them and their leader, Maverick, felt they needed a moment of fun.

“Is there a problem Hangman?” I asked.

“Oh not at all,” He said smiling his infectious cocky cock smile.

“Then why the drool?” I teased.

“You, my darling, are one hot piece of ass,” he said. “Fanboy your girlfriend’s a hottie! God damn!”

“Easy there Hangman, her bite is way more scary than her bark,” Mickey said.

“Oh you can bite me any time, darling,” Jake said with a wink before tossing Maverick the ball. I rolled my eyes and went to join my team.

The game started off as cheesy as it possibly could with the guys doing what they do best… being guys. At least Mickey did his best to cover my ass when someone would throw me the ball. At one point he managed to do it too well.

“Oh shit!” He lost his balance as he tried (and failed) run backwards to cover me. Before I could react he was crashing into me knocking us both to the ground. “Oof!” The wind was knocked out of both of us but not too severely. “You okay hermosa?”

I nodded. “I’m okay, you?” He continued to look at me concerned.

“I’m fine.”

“Good,” I reached up and pecked him on the lips, ‘cause we just won this bitch!”

I sat up and held the ball up making my team hoot and holler in victory. Each of my team mates gave me a victory hug before I finally turned to Mickey. I wrapped my arms around him but like he did back then he tensed up. He hugged me quickly then walked away towards the cooler full of beer. I actually felt an ache in my chest, and for a while I didn’t think anyone noticed.

“The fuck was that?” Jake asked now standing beside me.

“The fuck was what?”

“Fanboy normally treats you like you’re his world, and then you give him a sweet little peck and he acts as though you just insulted his mother.”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” I muttered.

“Seriously?” Jake arched his eyebrow at me incredulously. A tear slid down my cheek and I knew it was time to go. I wiped the tear away and went to get my things. “Where you going?”

“Somewhere less crowded,” I said starting towards the beach exit. Mickey had driven us that day so I had no choice but to walk; thankfully walking tended to clear my mind. I had just reached our street when my phone buzzed.

Mickey: Hey where u at?

Feeling my throat close up I ignored the text and shoved my phone back into my shorts pocket. That’s when a familiar car pulled up beside me. “Need a ride?” Jake asked poking his head out of the drivers side window.

“Our place is just a couple houses down,” I said.

“I know but I was thinking of taking you somewhere better,” he said.

“Better than my bedroom with a plate of enchiladas and cookie dough ice cream?” I questioned.

“Oh yeah, way better,” he smiled. The scene at the beach replayed itself in my head and the ache started coming back. I sighed and shrugged before going around and hopping into the passenger seat.

He drove us passed my neighborhood and to Jorge’s Carneceria. I thought we were going to go in but Jake just made a b-line for the drivethru. “I’ll have a carne asada burrito, a plate of roll-tacos, a large coke, and uh,” Jake turned to me. “What would like babe?”

“I’ll have the chicken enchiladas and a large Dr. Pepper,” I told the intercom.

“Will that be all?” The worker asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jake said. Once we collected our food Jake drove on until we reached a small house at the end of a culdesac. “Home sweet home.”

“Your place? That’s the somewhere better?”

“Have faith sweetheart,” Jake smiled leading the way inside. We ate in silence while marathoning The Haunting of Hill House (Jake let me pick). It was easy being with Jake, almost too easy.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” I blurted out during the third episode. “I mean you’ve never acknowledged me before except to annoy or joke around.” Jake paused the show and sighed.

“Honestly? I fucking hate it when a beautiful, obvious kind, woman is treated like shit. Even moreso when it’s for no fucking reason, and it leads to said woman feeling the need to hide away from everybody.”

“I, I wasn’t hiding from...and I am nowhere close to being beautiful—.”

“Bullshit, Y/N,” Jake said. “You are one of the hottest chicks on this base. Look at you.” I felt my face warm up as my arms reflexibly folded to cover my stomach and thighs. “And you’re so kind and sweet it makes you even more gorgeous. Any man would be lucky as hell to be with you and I, honestly, can’t believe Fanboy is being such a fucking idiot and taking all of that for granted.”

I rolled my eyes. “I bet you say that to all the girls on base.”

“No, I don’t. Not even to Phoenix but that’s mostly because either she or Rooster can shoot me out of the air at any given moment and uh, I’d rather live thank you very much.” I chuckled at that and resumed the show.

Finally the sun dipped down completely letting night take over. I still wasn’t sure I was ready to go home though. I think my face might have betrayed me and showed that doubt to Jake. “You know you can stay the night if you want. Give you more time to decompress and cool down before facing the jackass tomorrow morning.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna impose…?”

“None of that now, you are more than welcome darling,” Jake said before standing up and stretching his arms out before turning back to me. “Um I’m gonna head to the shower real quick we can set you up when I’m done.”

“Okay,” I said watching him disappear down the hall. Not even a second later a familiar ringtone played gently from my phone.

No te has ido de mi vida, vida mía, pero ya te extraño

Quién diría, nadie lo creía, y ya vamos pa' un año

De solo pensar en perderte

Las milésimas se vuelven horas

Contigo yo me voy a muerte

Y mucho más cuando estamos a solas

Cuando nos falle la memoria y solo queden las fotografías

Que se me olvide todo menos que tú eres mía

I sighed and answered. “Que pasa?”

“Where are you? I’ve been going loco texting you but you never replied.” Mickey said sounding like he’d been about to call the police had I not answered.

“Having a Netflix night with a friend,” I said. “Is that all?”

“No, how come you disappeared earlier? We were all about to go for a drink at the Hard Deck but when I looked around you were gone.”

“And how long did it take you to notice?” Mickey sighed.

“Look I know I was kind of cold earlier,” he said.

“You’re cold every time I try to come near you, Mickey. Every time I wanna hold your hand, give you a hug, hell even when I give you a simple kiss! You, you push me away. I mean… Am I doing something wrong? Do you… do you regret that day we had in the bathroom or..?”

“I’m sorry I made you feel like this is your fault when it was actually mine. I don’t regret that day, or any day I’ve spent with you… Remember when I said my dad gave me the talk?”

“Yeah?”

“Well it wasn’t just that talk. He also lectured me about my future, and the Navy. How he’d seen many a soldier find someone, plan a future… only for it all to go to hell because the soldier came back in a box. He told me he didn’t want me to be that selfish… that now wasn’t the time to be thinking of relationships like that. And then yesterday when I called home, he reminded me of that. Said that I should only be focusing on the mission.” He explained.

“Your dad is an ass but I kind of understand. Still did it really require you to be such a dick to me?”

“I thought I was protecting you. Keeping you from possibly getting hurt if I… didn’t make it back.” He chuckled. “I was stupid. I figured this way you had more of a chance to find someone else, and live the life you would’ve if you’d gone to college. You know take risks and all that. But I know better now.” Tears slid down my cheeks then. “Te amo, Y/N.”

“I love you too but you can’t keep doing this,” I said. “You can’t keep pushing me away because it doesn’t fucking matter if you’re my best friend, boyfriend, or whatever. If you don’t come home, it will destroy me.”

“Will you please come home, hermosa?”

“I will tomorrow. For now I think we both need time to cool off and think things through.”

“Okay,” he said. “Goodnight, hermosa.”

“Night mi vida,” I whispered before hanging up the phone. I replayed the whole conversation in my head and the more I did the more crazy it made me feel. The more crazy I felt the more I doubted, and the more I doubted the more I stressed, and the more I stressed… the more my inhibitions are tossed to the wind, my right mind going with them.

He wanted me to have a chance… to take risks...I’ll show him fucking risks.

I tossed my phone onto the coffee table and started down the hall to the bathroom. I walked in and started to strip. “Y/N? That you?” I didn’t answer just finished getting undressed. Feeling a wave of a much different fire I drew back the curtain and stepped in. “WHOA WHAT THE FU—?” I crashed my lips onto his shutting him up. Jake froze but I continued to kiss him as I reached down. I’d barely wrapped my hand around his length when he pulled back. “You sure about this?” I nodded and began stroking him up and down. “Fuck…” he groaned. “Wu-What about Fanboy?”

“He wanted me to be free to do what I want with whoever I want, and right now I want you.” Precum started leaking from his tip as he grew more and more solid beneath my touch. “Besides how long has it been for you? How long has it been since someone’s stroke your cock this way?”

He moaned. “Way too fucking long, darling.”

“So what more do you want?” He didn’t answer me. Just leaned in and pressed his lips hungrily against mine as he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up against the shower wall. His hand slid up my body and cupped my breast as his lips moved to my neck. I moaned at the feeling, which Jake took to mean he was able to go further. He reached down and lined himself up with my entrance.

“By the way I wasn’t joking when I said you could bite me anytime,” he said before pushing himself inside me.

“FUCK!” I screamed and clung onto him as he continued to stretch me.

“God you feel fucking incredible darling,” he said as he began to thrust. “Can’t believe that dumb fucker said no to this. Fuck!”

“Can’t believe I went this long without dick,” I added as he continued to slam into me. “If he keeps this up you might just have to fuck me more often.”

“Gladly,” Jake smiled reaching to turn the water off. He carried me to his room, his cock still buried inside me. Once he laid me on the bed he continued where he’d left off. I reached around and grabbed his ass making him thrust even harder in me. He leaned down and kissed me once more, his tongue exploring my mouth. After a while he flipped us over and I began to aggressively slide up and down his cock. Jake closed his eyes and let out the most arousing noises escape his mouth. I rode him on my own for a bit before he grabbed my hips and started thrusting up into me. Now it was my turn to make noise.

“OH SHIT!!!” I damn near screamed as the slapping noise of our skin increased as well as the feeling of tension in my core.

With Mickey and me the flame had the heat of a candle and spread like a fire through a house, but with Jake… it was like the inside of a volcano right before it erupts.

“Fuck darling, I don’t know how much longer I can, oh fuck.”

We flipped again and he rammed into me like his life depended on it. “Fuck Jake I’m gonna cum!”

“It’s okay darling. Just let go for me, fuck!” I felt myself tighten around him as a stream of obscenities left my mouth, and my back arched. I was still in a daze when Jake groaned. “Fuck I’m cumming. OH FUCK!” He twitched inside me and I could feeling him shooting everything in there.

Finally he collapsed beside me breathless. “That was fucking amazing.”

“I think I’m actually seeing stars,” I said and winced as I shifted my body to face him. “And I think I’m gonna have a hard time walking tomorrow.”

“Fanboy never did that did he?”

“What? Fuck me to paralysis? Not really, just made me sore for a day.” I placed my head on Jake’s chest. “God I really needed this.”

“Glad I could be of help.”

I was glad too. Glad to know that now Mickey wasn’t the only one with reliable Airman to watch his back. Glad to know that if Mickey pushes me away again I have an angel to catch me and bring me home.

#top gun maverick #smut #mickey fanboy garcia #jake hangman seresin

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nattinatalia · 3 years ago

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Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU

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yourusername LMAAAOOOO so who’s going to tell this girl I wasn’t even at the LA show?

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urbanwyatt 🤦🏼‍♂️ I thought we weren’t doing this publicly?

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stassie because you literally told me 🙄 don’t act like you even care about the bitch

yourcousinname 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 the fact that people ACTUALLY believe @ cozane and y/n don’t get along 💀 girl sit your ass down before you get your shit rocked for a third time.

cozane 😩😩😩😩 no but fr tho

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yourbestiename Not you trying to see a fight, don’t you have enough of the recordings?

druski2funnny Never enough!!!! So who’s rushing her?

urbanwyatt NO ONE!!!

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stassie Oops I spilled

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yourusername ……

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urbanwyatt I haven’t even seen you or spoken to you

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fan not Kylie liking the post. For someone who always says kids are off limits, how is she cool with her friend doing this?

kyliejenner I told her I wasn’t ok with this, but like you said, she’s my girl.

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yourusername It’s just you and me little one 💕 no matter what life throws my way, know I’ll get back up for my baby and my baby only.

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stass 🙄

yourcousinname How does it feel to know that after everything you tried to pull, Urban is still with her? How does it feel to know that he continues to choose her? 😂😂😂 give up already

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usetheeauthor · 3 years ago

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We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes Pt. 1 of 2

Incel!Perv!Jonathan Byers x Dark!Latina!Reader

Angst/Smut : Dark Fic : Enemies to Lovers : College AU

Summary: You ask for Jonathan’s to embark on a road trip with you to terrorize a girl you’re seeking revenge on. Meanwhile, Jonathan has plans to blackmail you to assert ‘his power’ over you via the advice of his incel community. Things go south in his plan, once he meets your enemy who happens to be a familiar someone.

Word Count: 4.8k+

A/N: I wrote this fic because I was inspired by a post in the Jonathan Byers smut tag and it gave me this idea that I thought could be fun. This will is a End of The Fucking World-esque Plotline. It’ll be somewhat modern with modern language. It’s a 2 parter and part 2 will be posted pretty quickly because I’ve written a bunch of fics that I’ve been pushing out. I intended the Reader to have a similar personality to Maddy Perez from Euphoria. This will have dark humor mixed in with some hot content. This has Jonathan’s POV (darkened/italic are his thoughts) throughout the story but it’s mostly in 2nd POV. Part 2 Here

Warnings: this is fucked up, perv!reader, yandere!reader, reader and Jonathan are both batshit insane, incel community and toxic language, bi!reader, pining, sexual tension, misogyny, gatekeeping, dark humor, cheerleader!reader, dom!reader, sub!jonathan, use of ‘papi’, handjob, oral sex (f receiving), bonded hands (via scrunchie), ass worship, anal play/sex, degradation kink, fingering, cumming in pants, minor praise kink, dry humping, kissing, all characters over 18, jonathan is a virgin until he isn’t 😉😉, reader is given the alias ‘Babydoll’ which is used throughout the fic instead of Y/N

*Jonathan’s POV*

Morning, readers. This is Jonathan’s daily words. I just wanted start off by saying…When I graduated, I thought the days of social cliques, petty rumors, and caring for reputations were all over. I felt that all were left behind when I stepped into the ‘real world’ . I was so wrong. College was no different. It wasn’t only a place for the intelligent. You had your jocks and cheerleaders who were lucky enough to obtain sports scholarships, rich brats with parents that paid their way in, and then the worse of them all…attention whores. The ones that swear they’re intelligent and top of the class.

This girl at my university is the perfect example of all 3. Cheerleader, rich, and whore. I call her “Babydoll” because she’s just as plastic and fake as one. I hate her with my every brain cell. Girls like her were only trouble. They use people to get what they want. It works in her favor every fucking time because she’s “pretty”. She’s average at best. Yet, people always fall for her. The weak-minded ones, anyway.

Us, though, we see through the shit. That’s what makes us better than anyone in this godforsaken planet. That’s what’ll make us rule this earth someday. Before I go, I challenge you all today. Do something that you believe’ll make a difference. That way we’ll be one step closer to that future molded by us.

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Jonathan signs off, preparing to head to his first class of the day. The one he shared with you. Although, he despised you, he also found you quite fascinating. You were great writing material for his journals and his followers seemed to be a fan of you as well.

Jonathan enters the classroom, noticing a frat brother sat right in his seat. He stares at the burly man. The man staring back.

“That’s my seat.” Jonathan says. His voice so monotone it was hard to tell he was angry.

“There aren’t any assigned seats, dork. Find another.” The frat boy dismisses him.

Jonathan clenches his jaw, seething and staring at the man one last time before choosing another seat. He can hear his fellow peers whispering behind his back calling him ‘sociopathic’ and ‘psychotic’.

“Did you see his eyes? He looked like he was gonna kill you?” One peer says.

“Maybe he’s killed before.” The other would say.

He tunes them out. This is the kind of insufferable shit I’ve got to deal with every day. He growls to himself. Jonathan’s thoughts cease to exist the moment you finally walk into the classroom. His eyes following your every move. You sat in the row beside him, two seat up so that you were in front of the class. Attention whores loved to sit in the front to be teacher’s pet. Clearly, she’s teacher’s pet. Each day of class, the professor won’t keep his eyes off of her, staring down her shirt she wore to show off her body. I’m sure they’re fucking each others brains out. He was considered a ‘Chad’ and that’s exactly the type she’d prey after. Jonathan thoughts are once again interrupted when he sees you whip your head around in his direction. In fact, the entire class was looking directly at him.

“Jonathan Byers.” The professor calls out.

Jonathan recognizing that his name was being called for attendance but he’d been so distracted by you. The professor has already called his name twice by now. Redness creeped up on his cheeks. “Here.” He says.

The students stifled chuckles as they turned their attention back to the front of the room. His eyes shift back to you. You were still looking at him, smirking then turning away. It was as if you knew your effect on him.

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After class, Jonathan stopped by for some lunch at the food court area. He sat to himself, reading his manga and occasionally taking bites of his food. He didn’t have much friends or friends at all. The nerds in his photography club didn’t count as true friends. His friends were online. A community of them that shared his belief.

He found himself so immersed in the story, he hadn’t recognized you standing there for at least 10 seconds, looking down at him. His eyes dart up at you, lowering the manga.

You point at the single, empty chair at his table. “This seat taken?” You smile.

There was that sickeningly evil smile you loved to shoot others to get what you wanted. It was brain rotting. Jonathan worried if he stared at you any longer that he’s burst to ash.

Nonetheless, Jonathan shook his head as a ‘no’, giving you the permission to sit. You plopped your tray on the table and took a seat, eyes squinting at the book he held in his hand.

“I love that manga. Great taste.” You complimented him but in Jonathan’s eyes you might as well have called him an idiot.

He scoffed. “You read manga?”

“Yep.”

“Name three.”

“Are you really gonna quiz me on this?” You’re the one to scoff now, crossing your arms.

Jonathan remains quiet but his expression lets you know that he meant it.

You sighed. “Banana Fish, Akira, Parasyte.”

Shit. All the ones I like, too. No way did she learn that on her own. Some nerd probably taught her that so she can pick up more nerds to do her homework. She only sat here to seduce me for just that reason.

You study Jonathan’s face noticing the inner conflict within himself, you smirked. “Are you realizing that you like the mangas that most manga readers already know? How does it feel being basic?”

“You came here to pick on me? Take a number.” Jonathan bites hard into the baby carrot, underlining his creeping anger.

“No,” Your voice soft and sweet. “I genuinely would like to get to know you. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I know.”

“How?”

Jonathan gazes at her, incredulously. “We have History together.”

“I know I’m just teasing, Jonathan.”

His body freezes at the sound of his name on your lips. It was the first time he’d heard you say it. It sent blood flowing to an area that he really wished wouldn’t awaken at this moment.

“I just wanted to formally introduce myself,” You continued. “We haven’t talked once and this semester’s almost over. I didn’t want it to end before we could speak since i don’t think anyone will be in town for winter break.”

“What could we possibly talk about that we’d have in common?”

You shot him a bored look, picking up his manga as an answer. “And I’m sure there is so much more. Hey, why don’t we study for that final together? It could be fun.”

“I’m fine. Thank you.”

You lean in, breath tickling his lips and eyes locked on one another’s. “Trust me. It’ll be fun.”

Jonathan swallowed hard. He should say no. He declined perfectly fine before but with your apple-scented shampoo wafting in the air, he couldn’t think clearly.

“O-okay, but we’re not doing anything.”

You threw your head back in laughter, leaning back in your chair. You cocked your head to the side. “What kind of girl do you take me for?” You hold a hand up as if held under oath. “Estaré en mi mejor conducta.”

He hoped that meant that you promising to leave him be. He couldn’t imagine you coming over to his place. You were clearly teasing.

“Tonight at 8. At your dorm?” You asked.

“Why not yours?”

“My roommate’s asked for some privacy for tonight. The ‘sock on the door’ thing, ya know. I walked in on her one time. Saw some really freaky ass shit. Never again. So I’m pretty much out of my door from 8-9. I figure maybe that would be my opportunity to study with a new buddy.” You nudged him with your elbow before checking the time on your watch. “Well, gotta go to my next class. I’ll see you tonight.”

Waving, you gathered your things and left him alone once again. He was surprised that you were comfortable enough to even approach him to behin with and now you two had a study date. Had she been replaced by an alien?

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Evening, fellas. So the Babydoll decided to approach me while I was peacefully reading my favorite manga and she’s all, “I’d like to come over to your place to… ‘study’.” And like a fucking simp I said “Yes.” You see that’s the thing with venomous women like Babydoll, you let ‘em too close and you’re suddenly not thinking straight. They’re like fucking witches. So, I come before you as humbled as can be. As a fellow member of this community. How should I stop this brainwashing from continuing any further? How do I give myself the strength to pry myself from her hex?

*comments*

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HeManWomanHaters yea maybe you can finally get some from that slut

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Allwhoresarewitches just say yes to anything she says now maybe it’ll work in your favor

Jonathan smiles wickedly at the responses, amused by the suggestions. Most ranging from silly to outright violent. He hears a knock at his front door. That was weird. He wasn’t expecting a visitor so soon.

Answering the door, you stood right in his doorway wearing your skimpy cheer costume. Jonathan could feel the front of his pants begin to tighten, heart pounding at an alarmingly dangerous rate. He need to sit down soon or he could faint.

“What are you doing here?” He asks as unfazed as he could.

“I know I’m like an hour and a half early but I did try to change before I got here from practice. Roommate decided to start the fun early so no access to decent clothes. I had nowhere else to go and knowing you don’t take night classes on Thursdays so I came here.”

“How do you know my schedule?” He inquires.

“U-um…well, I saw your planner opened up on the table during lunch. I’m a little perceptive you could say. Let me in? Por favor.”

He shakes a hand through his hair, frizzing it up in frustration then reluctantly moves to the side and lets you in.

Your eyes surveyed up and down the room. “You have a dorm to yourself?”

“For now,” Jonathan answered. “They haven’t found me a roommate yet.”

“Lucky you.” You lead yourself to his bedroom much to his chagrin.

“Hey, that’s off limits. We could study out here in the living room.”

You ignore his protests, taking him by his hand and leading him into the bedroom. You have him sit on the edge of his bed along with you, throwing your backpack down between you.

“Shall we begin?” You say, rummaging through your bag.

“B-begin what?”

“Studying, mi amor.”

Did she just call me her ‘love’? This could just be another one of her temptress tactics.

“Right.”

He takes the textbook on the shelf beside him, opening it to the chapter you both were meant to study.

“First question is…Who was the first president of the United States?” You read.

“What? No way. That’s too easy. Is that really one of the questions?” Jonathan skims his notes.

You burst out laughing at his confusion. “Kidding. Boy, you really can’t pick up a joke.”

“It’s hard to do so when your a girl. I don’t understand girl humor.”

“The hell is ‘girl humor’? It’s just a joke.”

“That’s subjective.” He retorts.

“Maybe,” You shrug. Then all of a sudden, you began to violently cough into the long sleeve of your cheer crop top. “You think you could make me some tea. It could really help my throat. It’s sooo sore.”

Probably from blowing the teacher. Jonathan rolls his eyes. The quicker he follows your command, the faster he’d get through this study session and report back to the guys. “Fine. Wait here.” He grumbles, leaving the room.

Little did Jonathan know that this was all a ploy to buy you some time to look through his accessible computer. The tabs were still open. You knew this would be fun.

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Jonathan walks back into the room and he nearly dropped the hot tea cup onto the ground. He stood there paralyzed but he had to make a move or else you’d see too much.

“Look, I can explain.”

“Babydoll? That’s the best you could come up with,” Your sickeningly sweet voice now low and sultry. “By the way, this…” You gestures to your boobs and body. “Is all real. No plastic here, mi amor. And ‘average at best’? In your fucking dreams, maybe.”

“I-I…” Jonathan can barely form a sentence.

You stood up slowly from the computer chair, eye contact not breaking from his. Every step forward you took, he took backward until he ended up hitting a wall, a drop of hot tea splashing out its cup onto the carpet.

You looked down at it then up at him again with a wicked smile. “I’ll just take this from your hands. Wouldn’t want you making anymore of a mess?”

You placed the cup on the shelf beside you, pressing your body against his and he gasps. “Look at you. You’re trembling,” Her fingertips glide down his flannel shirt. “Haven’t had a touch from a woman before, have you? Such a shame. You are quite handsome.”

“You’re strange.” He says, trying to gain his confidence but his wavering tone couldn’t fool you.

“I’m strange? You’re the one who pretended like you hated me when you secretly want to fuck me,” You wrapped a hand around his throat. “You can’t stop thinking about me. It makes you so mad that I’m fucking the teacher and not taking your cock instead.”

“You’re wrong. I don’t want to fuck you. I know you’re just trying to use me and hurt me.”

“That’s exactly…” You cupped his erection for emphasis eliciting a small yelp from him. “…what I want to do to you.”

“I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Does it matter?” You rolled your eyes.

“What do you want from me? Why are you suddenly interested in me? Then, you invade my privacy and your touching me like this. We said nothing will happen.”

“Nothing will happen. But if you wish for me to let you go. I can, papi.”

You were trying to kill him. That was it.

“Ask me to let you go and I will.” You rephrased.

“I c-can’t.”

“Why?” Your voice returns to its saccharine state.

“Because I…I—”

“Like it?” You suggested.

“I don’t know.” He whimpers as you begin to palm him through his pants. He stares up at the ceiling, relishing in the feeling of you pressed against him taking up his oxygen with your intoxicating scent.

“You’re smart,” You yank yourself away. Hands no longer wrapped around his throat and his hardness. “Figure it out. Until then, I won’t touch you any further. But I did have a method to my madness.”

Jonathan lowers his eyes, back to reality. “What?”

“You have all this hatred towards women, right? Maybe I can give you your first victim to practice this out.”

“What do you mean?”

You exhaled deeply, dropping yourself on his bed again. “There’s this girl. We used to be…close. But then she fucking left me high and dry and betrayed me. I hadn’t seen her on a year. We went to different universities but, winter break, I’ll be able to see her again. She’s lives in Hawkins. I once lived there, too. And you as well, right?”

“Yeah?” He says in a confused tone.

“You’re wondering how I know that. Well, I guess I should come clean about myself, too. That way we have no more secrets between us. I’ve been watching you reeeaal close.”

“So, in other words, you’ve been stalking me.” Jonathan teases only to be surprised by your answer.

“Yes. I have.”

“Well, let’s just say that I get kind of intense when there’s someone I really like.”

“Y-you like me?”

“I do. I thought fucking the teacher would get you jealous enough to do something but I guess I must accept that you just aren’t the assertive type. That’s okay. I can be that for the both of us.”

Jonathan’s world felt like it was spiraling. This felt like a fever dream. No way could this be real.

“Anyway, I’m going to Hawkins for the break and I want us to travel together. We’re going to break into that puta’s house and we’re going to fuck with her mind.”

“And why would I help you?”

“Because I know you want to,” Her voice becomes menacing. “Also, I may like you, but I will take you down. I have pictures of your disgusting posts. I will share them with the entire college population and end you.”

Jonathan is speechless.

“Shall we resume our studies?”

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Hey, readers. Let me tell you a story. Stop me if this sounds familiar. Ice Queen reveals herself to be infatuated with an invisible misfit. Then, she asks you to join her on a trip to attack her lesbian lover as retaliation for breaking her heart. There’s a possible chance of violence maybe even…murder.

*comments*

redchevy1972 all girls are either sluts or lesbians

mangaover_comics is that the plot to jennifer’s body? never seen it but that megan fox is surely a 10

incelsarelaw86 *mangaover_comics she’s about an 8. too hairy for me. if this is about Babydoll, Johnny boy, you’ve gotta make her your personal sex slave

luigiisunderrated *incelsarelaw86 yea or he could expose her for the crazy whore she is maybe blackmail her into doing sexual favors for you

Maybe there was some way he could turn the situation around so that he’s have the power over you. This winter break trip was just what Jonathan needed. This would be his big break. In his eyes, he’ll go down in the history books of man.

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Finals had come and gone. Jonathan found out you’d passed with a grade higher than his. That pissed him off so badly that he knew that he had to control his power on you soon or he just might focus his rage in more harmful outlets.

His rage was silent but you’d caught onto it, glancing at him as he drove. It was finally winter break now so your plans for Hawkins was in full motion. You wanted to enjoy the trip with your new love but you were getting irritated at his behavior towards you.

“Qué pasa? What’s got your knots in twists?”

“Nothing. I’d like to have a peaceful drive to Hawkins. It’s going to be a long one and I don’t wish to argue.”

“You’re such a child,” You groaned. “Is it because you caught me speaking with the teacher today? I promise it was innocent.”

“No. For the last time, I don’t care if you sleep with the teacher. You and I are not even friends.” Jonathan feels as if the air has been sucked out of the car. You grow quiet in a bubbling rage.

“You…” You say through clenched. Jonathan awaits an explosion of fury instead there’s an explosion of tears. “You are such a dickhead.”

Jonathan darts his eyes between the road and you in a panic. “Hey, wait, don’t cry. I’m sorry, okay.”

You continued to sob in your hands, your words muffled by them but Jonathan can hear things like ‘why won’t you love me’ and ‘asshole’.

“I’ll seriously give you anything you want if you please stop crying.”

“Anything?” Her head pops up.

It was all an act! The fuck is wrong with this girl?

“Yes. Anything reasonable.” He adds.

“Well, we have been driving for nearly 3 whole hours. We’ve got to get some rest.” You advised.

“We agree on rest stops on every 6th hour.”

“6 hours is kind outrageous, dude. We need a break,” You point. “There’s motel right there. We can check in.”

“Fine.” He enters the parking lot of the motel and positions his car in a space. You both made your way to the front counter.

“How can I help you?” The man asks.

“Two—”

“One room please. The one with a king bed.”

“What?”

“Anything, remember?”

Jonathan crosses his arms. She was obviously not letting him live that down for the remainder of the trip.

When you got to your room, you immediately dropped your bag and dropped your whole body on the bed, shoes kicked off. You pretended to make snow angels, sinking deeper into the soft mattress.

“Ahhh, this will be nice.”

Just as Jonathan began to remove his jacket, you pull him by the hand and yanked him up onto the mattress, too.

“Jump with me.” You jumps and circles around Jonathan.

“So, I’m the child, was it?” He asks, referring to your comment earlier.

“Will you stop having a stick up your ass and join me?” You continued to bounce taking his hands to urge him with you. Soon, he found himself jumping forcefully and then involuntarily.

It felt lighthearted and fun, spinning, bouncing, and laughing with one another. You’d almost forgotten that you were here for anything but wholesome actions. Then, some damning evidence falls out of his pockets and your mind is back on its goal.

You scrambled for the items that fell onto the mattress, hearing him stammering above you. It was candid polaroid photos of you in comprising positions. You look up at him, seeing his adam’s apple bobbing.

“You little pervert.”

“I’m sorry.” He says, head lowered as he sat himself next to you.

“What were you gonna do with these? Sell them off to your incel fuckers?”

“It’s not like that.” He shakes his head, looking defiantly into your eyes.

“You’re trying to make a power move over me. Are you? You think leaking little photos of me slipping into my cheer uniform is going to make me submit to you,” You chuckled. “Mi amor, I used to get paid for shit like that. That’s nothing.”

“It’s not what these are for?”

“So you’re just carrying these in your pocket to jack off to or something?”

“M-maybe. Is that so wrong? You’ve always known that I’ve wanted you for so long. What’s so surprising about me carrying them? You’re just trying to humiliate me at this point. It’s all you women do.”

You stood up from the bed, standing in front him. “Kneel before me.”

Jonathan wanted to stand his ground but the look on your face told him to do as you said. He sinks to his knees in front you, watching you with a glint of wonder in his eyes.

You take the scrunchie from your hair letting your hair flow down from it’s ponytail. You asked for his hands and he releases them to you, stretching the scrunchie over his wrists then letting his hands drop to the front of his lap.

“You better not break it or I’ll break you.”

Psychotic witch.

Pulling your underwear off, his face was in level with your glistening core. His mouth suddenly began to salivate. You run your fingers through his hair.

“You’re virgin. Aren’t you, papi?”

You tug his hair when he doesn’t answer, he groans. “Yes. I am.”

“I can tell. You get sensitive from every little touch. I bet you’ll cum before I have you in my mouth tonight.”

He shivers at your words.

“See? Look at you. Trembling the way you did the night I touched you in your room,” Your fingers began to rub at you clit. You close your thick thighs around your hand. He can hardly see you touching the nub. He needed you to spread your legs. “I wanted to fuck you so badly that night. I didn’t because I wanted to make sure you liked me. You have a hard time showing a girl you care, ya know?”

“Can I taste?” He pants, cock hard against his jeans.

“You wanna taste me? You wanna know what I feel like riding your thick tongue.”

“Mhm. But I want you to ride my face from behind.” He’d seen it in a porn before. The guy would have access to the girl’s anus as well as her pussy so he can lick both with no issue. He’d always imagined eating your ass especially since it was so beautiful shaped and ample.

You turned around bending over in a 90 degree and back yourself against his mouth, grabbing the front of his hair for support. He laps away at your core finding himself lost in the globes of your ass whenever he’d lick there. All you could do was moan and writhe against him.

He was a man starved. He’d never tasted anything like it but he was addicted. He was sure the members of his community would freak out and possibly turn on him if they knew how well he worship you.

He needed his hands free if he was going to make you cum super hard for him. Expertly slipping his hands from the scrunchie one hand at a time, his large hands grip your hips and you’re caught by surprise.

He makes it so that you are bent over the bed, him still on his knees. You laid out on your stomach gave him the support he needed to thoroughly taste you. He dives back in sucking your labia into his mouth hard, collecting all your juices on your tongue. He groans, the vibrations going straight to your core. You rock back and forth against his tongue before he dips it back to tease the anal hole.

You were crying out like you were in pain. In a way you were because the pleasure felt so good it was borderline painful. He pulls his mouth away from you and just about when you were going to protest, he sinks two thick finger into you.

“Oohhh fuck yes.” You mewled, thrusting back against his fingers. Kneeling onto the bed next to you, his fingers never leave your core. You’re on all fours now, riding back against his fingers, and he presses his hardened cock against the side of your thigh. He’s humping your leg and the delicious feeling of him throbbing warm against you makes you feral.

You push his back against the mattress, climbing on top of him. Rubbing your slick core back and forth right of his clothed cock. He can feel your wet heat staining and pulsating against his jeans. He kisses you first and you moan into it. You were happy to feel his lips and tongue on you for the first time. Getting so greedy that you could practically swallow his tongue.

You rut feverishly against him, him thrusting up into your core.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whispered against his mouth.

“Me too.”

He says, digging his fingertips into the flesh of your ass.

“Cum with me, papi. Let me feel it.”

That was all the permission he needed. He releases in his pants spurts of hot cum seeping through his black jeans. You can hardly tell the difference between the patch of your wetness and his but the thought of your mixed juices turned you on and soon you’d follow right after him, mouth on his once again to ground you while you went through that earth shattering experience.

When you’d both come down, you slid of his lap lying by his side and panting. Your breaths matching each other’s.

“I can’t believe I did that.”

“Me neither. Where did you learn to do oral like that?” You say in complete disbelief at how well he did. “You were fucking incredible.”

Jonathan felt a pride in his chest at your praise. “Porn.”

“No way. Porn is terrible at teaching people how to fuck. Must’ve been one hell of a video.” You joked.

“Are we going to have sex?” Part of Jonathan was excited the other was worried about what that meant for his reputation in his community.

You must’ve sensed this because you say, “Nah. That’ll be when your ready to let go of those losers you call your community.”

“They’re really not so bad.”

“They are terrible to women.”

“And you’re not?” Jonathan says raising his head to face you.

“No. I’m going after my ex only and that’s because she knows what she did to me.”

“What is it?”

“Not ready to talk about it now. Okay. Maybe in due time.”

“So I’m not ready to give up my virginity and you’re not ready to open up.”

You nod. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll come to our decisions at the same time. That’d be romantic.” You curled up to his side.

In the back of his mind, Jonathan worried that this was all just a plan to further corrupt him until you’d eventually get bored and toss him aside. Maybe he wanted you but he’ll definitely keep an eye out for anything suspicious.

Estaré en mi mejor conducta = I’ll be on my best behavior

Qué pasa = what’s wrong

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just this once pt.8

a/n: this is it! the culmination of all the efforts and love y’all have shared for this story! but i have some good news for y’all that I’ll share in a few days, after most everyone has read the fic!

Words: 4,335

Warnings: one suicide joke, claustrophobia, thelassophobia (kind of?)

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

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Yelena’s POV

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Yelena asked yet again as she straightened your tie.

“It’s an engagement party,” you said with a raised brow. “They should’ve had this months ago.”

“That’s not what I asked,” Yelena shot back.

“I’ll be fine, mom,” you teased with a roll of your eyes.

Yelena frowned and slapped your chest, but otherwise dropped the subject. You had been toughing through everything for the past three weeks, and she was proud of you. Did she think you should go to the party tonight? No, not at all. But she had never been able to convince you of something once you had made up your mind.

“Cheeseburger, Roger, bedtime is at 8,” you shouted through the door. “And no ice cream!”

“Ma’am,” you said, holding your arm out for Yelena to take.

She rolled her eyes with a huff, but threaded her arm through yours anyway. Was she your official date? No, but she had to admit, you both looked damn good. You were rocking a red button up, white vest, and black tie, while Yelena showed off in a tight white dress. You would both turn heads for sure.

The party was in full swing by the time you both made it upstairs. Stark was never one to skimp on a party. Or booze. And for that, Yelena was grateful. If she was going to have to watch you live-action love triangle between you, Maria, and Nat, then she was going to need a lot of alcohol.

“Drink?” You asked, but before Yelena could answer you were already walking off to the bar.

She wasn’t surprised though; she had seen Natasha and Maria having drinks with Rhodey, Stark, and Miss Potts. Of course you would be heading to get a drink. Oh, if only someone had told you that you shouldn’t have come.

Oh wait. She did.

You came back with two drinks, one already half empty. Of course you gave her the one that was half empty, she shouldn’t have expected any real chivalry from you. But she took it graciously with a quiet “thanks” before raising her glass and the both of you downing them quickly.

“You’re miserable,” Yelena said as you both moved to the bar to sit down. If you were already there, it would be easier to get drinks.

“I think you mean insufferable,” you shrugged without looking at her. You were already trying to get a second drink.

“I know what I said,” Yelena huffed. “Don’t drink too much, either. I’m not dragging your scaly ass back downstairs.”

“It’s okay, I’ll just jump off the balcony. It’s faster that way,” you teased.

“That’s not funny,” Yelena said with a grumble. Those type of jokes weren’t new for you, but that didn’t mean Yelena had to like them.

“What if I evolved wings?” You asked with a raised brow before taking another large swig of your drink.

“That’s not how evolution works,” Yelena said.

It was small talk, nothing either of you really had anything meaningful to say. But sitting at the bar was the comfortable spot for the both of you, and that was worth it. Even before shit hit the fan, you had stayed by the bar. It was tough to start conversations with people you didn’t care for.

And Yelena understood that better than most.

“Think Cheeseburger and Roger will be okay?” You asked after a few more drinks. You weren’t drunk, but Yelena could tell you wanted to be.

“I’ll take care of them,” she said softly. “They’ll be okay.”

“Thank you,” you answered without looking at her.

Yelena’s heart ached at the thought of you leaving. She understood why you had to; it was too much at the Tower, and you had a new mission in life. There was no way she was going to try and talk you out of it. But that didn’t mean she was happy about.

But if you would be happier, then she would let you go with a smile.

Natasha’s POV

Natasha hated knowing that you were so miserable. She hated that you had shown up when you clearly hadn’t wanted to, but you had done it for her. When she had told Yelena about the party, she hadn’t thought you were nearby. Inviting you was never her intention because she knew it would just hurt.

But you had told her you would be there, and there you were. At the bar with Yelena, of course, but you were there. Downing more drinks than Natasha could count, and that worrisome in and of itself. All she wanted was for you to be happy, but she just seemed to make it worse.

“They’re coming over,” Maria whispered into her ear.

She looked up from her drink with a start and saw you finally standing up from the bar. You gave Yelena a kiss on the cheek, and a heat ran down Natasha’s spine. Don’t be jealous, she thought to herself, you have no right. But she was.

“May I have this dance?” You asked once you had gotten close.

“Be my guest,” Maria said with a smile, and Natasha took your outstretched hand and let you lead her to the makeshift dance floor.

It wasn’t necessarily a slow song, but you danced slowly anyway. Just that gentle sway that wasn’t really dancing, but everyone seemed to consider it acceptable. Natasha didn’t care, though. She just liked being close to you.

“You’ve got some good friends, Nat,” you said after a few moments of silence.

You were looking at the group of Avengers currently goofing off around the pool table. Thor, Steve, Bucky, and Sam were all playing, each one doing a worse job than the last. Wanda and Vision were standing to the side and watching while Pietro kept refilling their drinks without them noticing.

Tony, Bruce, and Rhodey had gathered around Maria and Clint and were striking up a conversation. And various other SHIELD agents were just enjoying the scene. Everyone was laughing, having fun, living the night like it was their last. A habit they had all adopted long ago.

“They’re alright,” she said with a smile, more to herself than you.

“You’d better be good to Maria,” you continued.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Natasha asked, looking up into your eyes.

“I would take her place if given half the chance,” you said, ignoring her question. “But since I can’t, you’d better treat her well.”

“I will,” she said softly.

“And no getting into sticky situations without backup,” you continued with a slight frown. “No more getting snowed into cabins with someone you’re lusting after.”

“You make it sound so sleezy,” Natasha huffed. “Where’s this coming from?”

You fell silent, looking back out over everyone in the room. There was a look on your face that Natasha couldn’t quite place. A look of resignation, maybe? She didn’t know, but it wasn’t the look she had hoped to see on your face.

“I’m leaving, Nat,” you finally said, looking back down at her.

“Leaving?” She asked. “When?”

“Tomorrow,” you shrugged. “Yelena’s getting custody of Cheeseburger and Roger.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Natasha asked, pulling away from you.

“It would hurt less.”

The lack of any sort of emotion in your eyes pained Natasha in a way she couldn’t put into words. You were going to leave her? And you hadn’t even planned on telling her? You were just going to leave with no warning, no notice, and hope she wouldn’t notice?

“Perfect timing, then,” she said.

“You asked,” you shrugged again, shoving your hands into your pockets.

“Yeah. I did,” Natasha said. “And I regret it.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Nat,” you said. “You asked. And I’m not going to stay somewhere I’m not wanted.”

“No one ever said you weren’t wanted,” Natasha shot back. “You’re wanted.”

“Not the way I want to be, Nat,” you argued. “Maybe you want me around, maybe Yelena does, maybe Maria and Wanda even tolerate me. But what else?”

“I’m not doing this here,” Natasha said, shaking her head.

“Either we do it here, or we don’t do it at all,” you said. “So make your choice, because after tonight I’m-”

“All hands on deck,” Nick’s voice came loud and clear through the room, and everyone fell silent instantly. “We’ve got a sinking sub, so rescue team, it’s your time to shine.”

“That’s my cue,” you said even though your jaw was clenched painfully tight as you looked at Fury.

“I’ll go with you,” Natasha said, but you held your hand up to stop her.

“It’s your engagement party, relax,” you shrugged. “Yelena can be my jumping partner.”

Natasha didn’t get a chance to argue with you before you were walking off, gesturing for Yelena to follow suit. She turned and gave Natasha a sympathetic smile and wave before following after you. And once again, Natasha was left to watch you walk away without her.

Yelena’s POV

Yelena hated taking you on rescue jumps. She was never the biggest fan of the water to begin with, but watching you dive out of the helicopter with no care in the world gave her chills. Very few things in life scared her more than that. And yet you did it and laughed at her when you came back up to the surface.

“Nearing the drop zone,” Yelena shouted through the mic. You didn’t say anything, just gave her a thumbs up, and Yelena rolled her eyes before focusing once again on where she was flying.

It only took another minute or so before she was hovering over the drop zone. The SHIELD ship wasn’t too far behind, with Natasha and Maria in the control room. They would be watching through the camera around your neck.

“Don’t be a hero,” Yelena yelled back to you.

“Keep the boys fat and happy,” you shouted back with a wink and a smile before diving headfirst into the water 30 feet below.

“Suka,” Yelena muttered to herself.

Between the time you had jumped into the water, and the time Yelena could land the copter on the ship, it was an anxiety filled silence. She had no way to contact you, no way to know if you were safe, at the sub, nothing. All she could do was wait, and Yelena hated waiting.

But she felt a little better when she got back to the control centre of the ship and saw your camera feed, noting that you were approaching the sub. How you were going to get everyone out, she had no idea. But she had faith in you.

“How do I get in?” You asked over the comms.

“There’s a hole near the top. You should be able to squeeze in, but it’ll be tight,” Maria answered.

You worked your way around the sub, looking for the opening she had specified. Maria was right; it would be very tight. They all watched with bated breath as you manoeuvred yourself into the crack, twisting and turning, pulling metal out of the way.

“I told you guys I’m claustrophobic,” you said once you had finally managed to squeeze through the small space.

It was weird to see you in a space with no water. Okay, the water was pouring in through the hole, but the sub was fairly dry, by all accounts. Normally you were submerged the entire time, so to see you walking around was unusual to Yelena.

You managed to find a group of men easily; they were all in the galley trying to figure out what to do. Maria had told you to direct them to the escape pods, and they went quickly and willingly. They told you there were a few groups left and where to find them, and then they were gone.

“What’s the anatomy of the sub, where should I go first?” You asked, but you were already heading down one of the halls.

“Did you just say “anatomy”?” Natasha asked.

“It’s a “layout,” durak,” Yelena shouted back.

“Shut up, I’m stressed and you know what I meant!” You shouted.

“What kind of idiot thinks “anatomy” is the right word?” Yelena continued.

“I just said I’m stressed, Belova, shut up!”

“It’s not a living thing,” Yelena kept up. You were so stupid sometimes.

“Yelena enough,” Maria said, “go down the stairs to the living quarters.”

“Who taught you how to talk?” Yelena refused to give up this topic up. This was pure gold. “Or are you just stupid all on your own?”

“Yelena,” Natasha huffed.

“How about next time you dive into the sinking submarine. Then we’ll see if you get your words right,” you continued as you jumped down the stairs, landing with a hard “thud.”

“Of course I will, I have more than one brain cell,” Yelena taunted.

“Enough, the both of you,” Maria shouted.

“Sorry Maria,” you both said like scolded little children.

Y/N’s POV

You went through the living quarters methodically, checking each room on both sides until you came to the flooded section at the bottom. The sirens were really starting to hurt your ears, but you could tough through it until you got everyone out.

The water was up to your knees when you threw one of the doors open, revealing four men; one of which had a bone sticking out of the skin on his leg. As far as you could tell, the other three men were uninjured. At least on the outside.

“You’re SHIELD?” One of the uninjured men asked.

“Yeah, we’re getting you out,” you said with a nod. “Need help carrying him?”

“Yeah. Water’s too high. Know where the escape pods are?” Another asked. You said no, but they could lead you in the right direction.

You sloshed through the water and picked the injured man up bridal style, being careful not to hit his leg on anything. It was a long trip, and by the time you had finished winding through the corridors to the escape pods, the water was up to your mid-thighs.

“Can we seal this section off?” You asked as you set the man in a seat. “Keep the pods secure while I get everyone else out?”

“It can be sealed, but not for long,” the injured man said softly. “If the pressure gets to be too much on the other side, the whole thing will implode.”

“Then I’ll be quick. Can the rest of the men fit in the last pod?” You asked. They nodded. “Get going, the second pod will be up after you before long.”

They got settled as you closed the hatch, and the pod was ejected before you had made it to the stairs. Maria directed you up to the engines, which should hopefully lead you to the last of the men. And then you could get the hell out of there and finish what you had started.

The engine room was flooding by the time you got there. Even though there was no fear of you drowning, the fear still crept up in the back of your head. Just knowing that you were watching the water rise as the pressure in the sub increased was more than you could fathom.

And unlike the other agents, you could breathe underwater.

“You all need to get to the escape pods,” you shouted.

“We’re missing someone,” one of the men said as the others made their way down.

“Where is he?” You asked. He needed to hurry or none of them would get out.

“With the missiles,” he said quickly. “He’s disabling them so they don’t blow.”

Brave man, you thought.

“Get going, don’t leave until he gets there. I’ll radio you if we won’t make it,” you said. The man nodded and ran off after the others, shouting “we’ll drown in 10 minutes!”

“Maria, missiles lower down?” You asked as you started moving again.

“Lowest level,” she said.

You darted through the halls, down the stairs, splashing through the now-waist high water. If it was up to your waist then you needed to hurry, because most of these men would drown soon. That was something you weren’t going to let happen. No one died in a cage; not even humans.

The echoing of a scream got your attention, and you ran in the direction it came from. You had to ask the man to scream again once, twice, three times before you found him. He was stuck under a piece of equipment with the water rapidly approaching his head.

“Don’t let me die here,” he said quickly, eyes wide with fear.

“No one is dying today,” you answered, making sure to make eye contact so he knew you were serious. He nodded once.

You moved around, looking for any way to get the giant piece of equipment off of the man, but to no avail. Would you be able to lift it if you tried? Who knew, but by god were you gonna try. You positioned yourself under the equipment, your shoulder situated perfectly to left up.

“If this moves, it’ll hurt,” you warned him as you got ready. “Scream if you need to.”

“Thanks for the warning,” he said with a groan. You didn’t think he was really thankful.

“One,” you said, fixing your hands.

“Two,” you continued, bracing your feet against something solid.

“Three,” you finished, pushing up with all the strength you had in your body.

The piece moved slightly, and the man did indeed scream from the release of pressure. But you weren’t making enough progress, he couldn’t move. You were going to have to put all the weight back on him or risk dropping it and crushing it.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly.

“Worth a try,” he said back, but there was a deeper pain in his voice. “The pods need to leave, there’s not time.”

“There’s time,” you said, leaving no room for argument. “Right?” You whispered.

“You’ve got five minutes,” Maria’s voice came in.

Five minutes. Easy.

“Stay right here,” you said as you walked off to find something, anything to help lift the equipment. “And try not to drown.”

“Where else could he go?” Yelena asked. “It’s not like he can head out for a smoke.”

“Shut up, I’m nervous,” you shot back.

There was nothing you could use to slide the man out from under the piece of equipment. Nothing that would provide enough leverage to make a difference. You couldn’t just try to lift it again, it wasn’t going to work, what if-

Of course.

You ran back to the man and told him to hold his breath when he started to slip. He gave you a confused look, but nodded anyway. You slipped under the water that was dangerously close to the man’s face and found the bottom of the piece of equipment.

Here goes nothing, you thought as you positioned yourself underneath the very bottom of the equipment. It was going to be tight and quick, but it could work. Squeezing underneath the equipment was tough, and you could feel the different edges digging into your back, but if you could push up with your arms and legs then maybe, just maybe, it would work.

“Be careful,” Natasha’s voice came in over the comms.

You didn’t count down this time, there was no point. Instead you just braced yourself and pushed up. The pain in your back indicated that something was starting to slice you open, but you didn’t stop. A stinging sensation in your hands and legs continued to build, but the equipment started to move.

The man slipped out from under the equipment, and once you could see that he was completely out of reach, you let the equipment drop. You grabbed the man under the arms and pulled him up so he could breathe. His entire side was slick with blood and limp, but you could work with that.

“Told you no one was dying,” you told him as you started making your way down to the escape pod.

“90 seconds,” Maria said.

Shit.

“Escape pod, we’re on our way, don’t eject,” you said into your comms.

“Better hurry, Agent, we’re sinking,” one of the men said.

I know, you thought to yourself as you started pushing the pace. The man was barely conscious by the time you got back to the escape pod. And much to your dismay, the men were right; the hatch was barely above the water.

“Come on,” you said as you finished carrying the man. The men inside opened the hatch and helped carry him in.

“Get going, now,” you said. The men didn’t argue with you, instead just thanking you and closing the hatch.

They ejected the last pod, and you were left alone.

Yelena’s POV

“Pod is clear,” you said, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

“Time to get your ass back on the ship,” Natasha said, not giving anyone else any time to talk.

It broke Yelena’s heart to see Natasha so worried about you. She knew she couldn’t choose, for one reason or another. Deep down, Natasha just didn’t want to hurt anybody; she just didn’t know that that was what was actually hurting anybody. If only she could just let herself feel and accept those feelings.

“No can do, Romanoff, these pumps are gonna blow when they’re submerged,” you said.

“I thought the whole reason that agent got trapped was so they wouldn’t blow,” Yelena argued.

“Looks like it fell on him a bit too early,” you continued.

“Pizdec,” Yelena mumbled to herself.

“Just let it blow,” Maria said. Her brows were furrowed and Yelena could see the indecision on her face.

“Can’t, the pods won’t be far enough away.”

“Just get out,” Natasha yelled, “they’ll be far enough away.”

“Not letting them die, Nat,” you argued.

The sub was sinking, and you were either going to die, or stop the explosion. Yelena couldn’t tell what she thought would be more merciful. She knew you couldn’t drown, but what if you got stuck? What if you couldn’t get out and the sub just continued to sink until it either hit ground, or imploded?

“I’ll tell you when the pods are clear,” Maria said. “Pull up the trackers,” she ordered the agents in the room.

They moved fast, and two little green blips appeared on the radar. You were right; they weren’t far enough away. Given the potential blast radius, they needed at least another two minutes before they were far enough away to handle potential shock waves.

“Don’t forget Cheeseburger and Roger have bedtimes now,” you said. Your cam showed that the water was now up to your neck.

“You can tell them yourself tonight,” Natasha said.

“Not if this blows,” you said. It sounded like you weren’t expecting to come back.

Of course.

“Pods are clear of the blast radius,” Maria said.

“Perfect,” you said, and you started running down the hall. You were heading to the escape pod hatches. “Gives me a bit of time, if I hurry.”

“You’ve got 75 seconds by the time you get out of the hatch,” Maria continued. She looked like she had given up.

Yelena didn’t blame her.

“Get out and swim directly up,” Natasha said, basically taking over Maria’s spot at the control centre.

“It’s not sending me to the surface, Nat,” you said.

“But the sub is sinking, while you swim up. Creates more distance,” Natasha continued.

“I’ll try, but I won’t make the distance,” you said. You had finally reached the hatch. It took you only seconds to get out and start swimming.

“You’ll make it,” Natasha said. “Just keep swimming.”

You didn’t say anything; you just swam as fast as your arms and legs would take you. It was truly impressive, but that didn’t mean you were going to get out in time. And if Yelena was being honest with herself, she wasn’t sure you wanted to get away in time.

“15 seconds,” Maria said. You weren’t even close.

“Y/N,” Natasha said. Everyone could hear the unshed tears in her voice.

“Take care of the boys,” you said. “And thank you.”

“Y/N I-”

Your camera went dark, and the control centre went silent. No one said a word, no one moved; they all just glued their eyes to Natasha. She was leaning over the console, staring at the black screen you had left behind. Yelena could see a single tear fall down her cheek.

The two escape pods surfaced only three minutes after the explosion. None of the men would ever forget you.

Five Weeks Later

“I told you no ice cream,” Yelena said as she slapped one of Cheeseburger’s tentacles away from her bowl. He had gotten greedy, especially during movie nights.

She had practically moved into your suite after the rescue mission. Your things were still sitting exactly where you had left them; she had only really moved the dishes. It wasn’t the same without you there, but she was making it work.

Especially since Natasha had started going on mission after mission and insanely intricate wedding planning just to distract herself.

The notification sound on her phone went off, but she didn’t even look. If anyone really needed her, they would come get her. Or they would call, she would refuse to answer, and then text them to ask what they wanted. On top of that, everyone knew not to bother her on movie night. That was strictly for her and the boys.

But Roger handed her the phone anyway, and she supposed that she might as well read it.

Unknown Number 22:17 Wedding updates? ;)

Yelena looked at the message as a smile slowly crept onto her face and she started typing back.

22:18 Ublyudok :(

She set the phone back down on the couch and looked at Roger and Cheeseburger with a smile.

Suddenly the suite didn’t feel so empty anymore.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #black widow x reader #marvel #my writing

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for the hermit canyon, i humbly request:

Etho messing with Karl and maybe like, Lazarbeam or Fundy, by pretending he’s moth man.

Quackity stalks through the woods, blissfully unaware of its other inhabitants-- not that he would care, if he knew. No, tonight, under the full moon (because it's romantic) he makes his move.

The Hermit, as Quackity is completely sure of, is a beautiful young woman with long flowing hair as white as snow. Because she is a creature of untold power and beauty, fairy tale logic obviously applies. Therefore, if Quackity can steal her clothes, she will have no choice but to marry him and they will live happily ever after as big booty bitches in love.

Nodding to himself, Quackity feels assured in his logic. He's wearing his favorite assless chaps, his best pair of knockoff Yeezys, and no shirt. He is ready for what is to come.

---

Karl lurks deep in the forest, illuminated only by the moon. He leans against a tree, taking care not to disturb his outfit-- he is camouflaged as a bush. Dangling strips of green and brown fabric cover his body, and his limbs are completely hidden in the costume so long as he stands still. It's a daunting task, standing still in the dark, dangerous woods at night. Nevertheless, Karl knows that this is what he must do.

"Triclops Mothman, my beloved," he whispers into the night. He will find Mothman, and he will marry Mothman. There is no alternative.

---

Far away from both Karl and Quackity, though still in the same spruce forest, Sapnap angrily prowls. Well, he'd describe it as a prowl. Truthfully, it's more of a pouty stomp. He knows that this forest has had multiple "Hermit sightings", and Sapnap wants-- no, needs what he's after.

"Hermit!" he screams into the night. "Come out and fight me, you little bitch! Man on man!"

To emphasize his point, he bangs a pot and a pan against each other several times. Sapnap is getting his revenge for that little ravager prank, one way or another.

---

Deep within the canyon walls, the Hermit complex looks like an overturned anthill with all its activity. It's Halloween night come early.

"I'm not wearing a dress," Etho insists.

Grian whines, "But Etho, I made it just for you! It matches Stress's outfit."

Stress, upon hearing her name, looks up from her book and waves. Cleo is currently fiddling with the thick mane of synthetic white hair Stress is wearing, styling the wig into a princess-y type braid.

"I'll say it again," Cleo says, looking very intently into Etho's eyes, "I could take your place."

"No," Etho sighs. "If what Puffy said about these guys is true, you'd probably bite someone's face off by the end of the night."

"You're no fun," Cleo huffs, but acquiesces.

"At least put on the wig," Grian demands.

Grian and Etho have a staring contest for a solid ninety seconds before Etho snaps his fingers in front of Grian's face, causing him to flinch and blink. "You cheater--!"

"I'll wear the wig," Etho interrupts Grian. Instantaneously, Grian loses his outraged moue.

Cleo sighs. "They're the same wig, right? Do I have to braid Etho's hair, too?"

"I think I'll be fine with my new flowing, luscious locks," Etho says with a humorous crinkle to his eyes.

They all laugh as Etho dramatically flips his fake hair, whipping himself in the face with it in the process. He also receives a thumbs up from Joe, who is in the process of searching for his contact lenses because "Herobrine doesn't wear glasses", according to Bdubs.

Night falls, and the Hermits are prepared. They hope their victims aren't.

---

Quackity catches a glimpse of silver-white after so long searching in the woods. With a little gasp, he eagerly pursues it. His beautiful maiden, ethereal and distant like the moon, darts between trees and leaps across creeks like she is flying, like her feet barely touch the ground.

He follows her to a clearing, but when he bursts through the brush into the open space, she is nowhere to be found.

“Mi rey!” he wails, “Fantasma hermosa! Come to papi!”

Etho, hiding in a tree about five feet away, has no clue what any of those words mean. He affects a terrible falsetto and throws his voice. “Hello, Quackity.”

Quackity jumps, looking around wildly for his beautiful girlboss queen. “Hermit?! You know my name?”

“Of course, Quackity,” Etho says, hefting a large rock in his hand. “Come closer, I have a cask of Amontillado we can share.”

Quackity turns toward Etho's voice just fast enough to catch a glimpse of the Hermit's mask, his (fake) long white hair, his decidedly not female appearance. Quackity looks the Hermit up and down. Etho has never felt more Perceived.

"What's a place like you doing in a guy like this?" Quackity says, flirtatiousness dripping from his voice.

Etho eyes the man's assless chaps with distaste from his crouched perch in a tree. Quick as lightning, he chucks the heavy rock in his hand at Quackity's head, knocking him out instantly.

Etho jumps down from his tree with a huffed sigh. "Well," he says, grabbing Quackity by the ankle and dragging him, "time to get to work."

---

"Pspspsps," Karl whispers, "heeeere Mothman..."

The sound of a twig snapping to his right makes Karl freeze, then turn ever so slowly. There's no one there. Karl holds his breath for what feels like an eternity, but is eventually forced to admit that the noise was probably just an animal. Surely, a creature of Mothman's size would make more noise when he walks, given the weight of his strong legs.

"Mothman," Karl says. "I wrote you a poem!"

Joe, who was up until this point hiding behind trees and ominously snapping twigs, feels a twinge of morbid curiosity. As a poet, he absolutely has to know what Karl considers an adequate love poem for Mothman.

With red cheeks, Karl professes his love:

"Your feelers make me feel so sweet

Your hindwings set my heart aflame

Fern-like antennae make me melt

And Mothman, you're to blame."

Despite himself, Joe is a little bit impressed. It almost makes him feel bad about what he's about to do-- almost.

A soft eerie glow seeps into the forest, catching Karl's eye. He investigates, creeping forward until he turns around a tree and sees glowing white eyes. He screams, but there is no sound, and the forest has disappeared. Only those eyes remain, and they too flicker out of existence.

There is a dim corridor ahead of him, narrow and lit by redstone torches. At the end, there is an iron door. He runs to the exit, but as soon as his hand touches the door it disappears and he is engulfed by swirling purple-- like a Nether portal, but so much more terrifying.

The purple is gone and he can just barely make out the menacing image of a man with glowing white eyes T-posing in the blackness. Karl opens his eyes and wakes up on the forest floor, prone and sore.

"Right," he mutters breathlessly to himself, "Mothman is not interested."

---

"--YOU BITCH ASS PUNK, I'M GONNA RIP YOUR LEGS OFF AND STICK 'EM ON YOUR HEAD!" Sapnap screams, banging the only pot he owns against a non-stick frying pan he stole from George.

"Well, that's not very nice, innit?" says a feminine voice. Sapnap looks left, right, behind him, up in the trees... then down.

Big brown eyes peer up at him through white bangs. A displeased pout set into a moon-pale face attached to an equally moon-pale woman chastises him without words.

"...You're the Hermit?" Sapnap says disbelievingly. He has his doubts that someone as small and pretty as this woman could wrangle a ravager onto his front lawn.

"You wanted a fight," she huffs. "And for the record, you totally had it coming, with Pamela's Revenge-- remember, the rava--"

"Yes, I know the ravager was named Pamela's Revenge! There were like eight hundred million death messages in chat about it, you jackass!" Sapnap snaps, trying to cover up his unease. It's not that he's hesitant to hit her because she's a girl; he would deck the shit out of Niki or Puffy with absolutely no provocation whatsoever. It's just that... she looks soft. Like a non-combatant. It would be too easy, too cruel--

Stress punches Sapnap in the jaw with a wicked right hook. "Stealing is wrong," she says.

While Sapnap is dazed and quite possibly mildly concussed, Stress follows up with a brutal kick to the shin. Sapnap makes a genuine effort to fight back, and he’s no slouch, but he’s been taken so thoroughly off guard that the best he can do with his head spinning as it is is to swing with a wild haymaker and hope it hits.

His fist makes contact with something soft and squishy. He hears a grunt, but Stress shoves him over onto the ground and dumps a bucket of glitter over his head. It burns his eyes, but more importantly it burns his pride. He doesn’t remember at what point he dropped his pot and pan (he must have at some point, because he punched the Hermit with an empty fist), but he’s angry enough to open his watery eyes through the magenta glitter and snatch George’s frying pan up off the forest floor, hurling it at the Hermit with devastating accuracy. She yelps, blocking with her forearm at the last moment.

“Knew I shoulda let Etho...” Sapnap hears the Hermit mutter. What’s an Etho?

Stress irritably bonks Sapnap on the head with the pan he threw at her. He goes limp like a ragdoll, and Stress sets about maneuvering his body into a sitting position leaned against a tree so she can do his makeup while he sleeps.

“Hope I don’t poke his eye out!” she says. “Ah well, he’s got two anyway. Now, should I go for a cute, summery look, or a dark evening look?”

---

In Atrium 1 of the Hermit Canyon complex, Puffy laughs loud and clear, clutching her paper cup tightly so she doesn’t spill her fruit punch. "No,” she chokes out, “he didn’t.”

Cub, holding a similar paper cup, waves his hand in a vague gesture. “Yep. That’s Etho for you. You know, one time he got Doc to run around with a snowman head on, eating spider eyes?”

“Oh man,” Puffy sighs, wiping a tear of laughter from the corner of her eye. “I’m so glad I snitched on Karl, Quackity, and Sapnap. I can’t wait to see their reactions!”

Cub grins evilly. “Stress got pictures before she left.”

Puffy gasps, stars in her eyes. “I’ll bake you a whole cake if you get me a copy.”

“I’ll bake Cub a whole cake if he gives them to me instead,” Grian interjects from across the room. “I don’t need them, I just want to take them from you.”

“Nooooo!” Puffy wails melodramatically. “Grian, please spare me!”

“Five diamond blocks,” Grian makes his demand.

Puffy continues to fake-sob, pretending not to notice Scar sneaking up on Grian until Scar drops an anvil on Grian’s head, like a Looney Tunes episode but slightly to the left. While Grian is distracted, Cub slips the pictures to Puffy, who puts them in her inventory without looking.

Etho walks into the Atrium, now dressed as his normal self, including his natural hair, which looks like an angry wet cat perched atop his head, just the way he likes it. Everyone cheers.

“So, how’d it go with Quackity?” Puffy asks with a smirk.

“Well...” Etho says.

---

Quackity wakes up with the sun in his eyes. In front of him is the public Nether portal, and standing right in front of it is a wide-eyed Sam, staring directly at him. Quackity looks down.

He’s naked, covered in half-dried honey, and tied to a pole like the world’s sexiest flag. And he’s got the world’s worst hangover-- it feels like he’s been hit in the head with a large rock.

“Not again,” he groans.

“...This happens often?” Sam asks.

“If I had a nickel for every time something like this has happened,” Quackity says, wiggling his way out of the ropes tying him to the pole, “I’d have enough money to go buy myself a pair of pants.”

Sam averts his eyes to the sky, abruptly aware of exactly why Quackity would feel the need to buy a pair of pants.

“Damn it,” Quackity says. “Those were my favorite pair of assless chaps.”

“Were they now,” Sam says numbly. The sky is quite blue today, it’s rather beautiful.

Quackity huffs in aggravation, finally having freed himself from his binds. “Yeah, they just don’t make ‘em like they used to, you know?”

“Not really, no,” Sam says slowly. “I wouldn’t know much about-- assless chaps.”

The naked man shrugs. Haltingly, Sam unclasps his cape, pulling it off his shoulders and offering it to Quackity.

“Nah,” Quackity says, “I’ll just streak.”

“Please don’t,” Sam says with pain in his eyes.

#mcyt #hc x dsmp #hermit canyon au #quackity #karl jacobs #sapnap #grian #ethoslab #stressmonster #zombiecleo #captain puffy #joe hills #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #awesamdude #me.cpp #me.txt

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spookiekewchie · 4 years ago

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⛓kinktober 2021- auralism⛓

—talk dirty to me...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Jake Jensen x woc!reader

Summary: Jake tries something new, and it doesn't exactly go as planned.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: general language warning, auralism, Jake is adorably ridiculous, horrible smut written on purpose, a google translation, did I mention the horrible smut that was written on purpose?

A/N: DAY TWENTY OF KINKTOBER! I hope this one makes yall laugh as hard as it made me laugh! Anyways, all mistakes and errors are my own. I gave it a look over but knowing me I probably missed a few things. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

Jake knows how you feel about his voice, he knows you love it, and he knows that you’ll sit and listen to him talk about anything. Especially if it’s something that he finds interesting or exciting, which usually means tech and nerdy shit. You may not always understand the tech speak, you can keep up with the nerdy shit and contribute to those conversations easily considering you’ve got a nerdy side all your own. But what really gets you is when the two of you are in the heat of the moment and he’s whispering the filthiest things in your ear.

That damn voice of his gets you every time, and he knows it. He’s actually very proud of it, and it’s why he comes home that night with some random erotic novel that he’s picked up from the grocery store. “Jakey, what is that?” You question him, watching as he sets the book down to work himself out of his clothes until he’s in nothing but his pirate boxers. You snicker under your breath for a moment before clearing your throat and sitting up against the headboard with a curious tilt of your head.

“I wanted to try something, ya know since you love the sound of my voice so much I figured…” He picks up the book and waves it through the air, a brow raises as if he’s asking you if you want him to and you just nod and make yourself comfortable. Jake grins that adorable lopsided grin of his and cracks open the book and begins scanning over the words to find a steamy scene, and when he does he clears his throat and starts reading in that low husky voice that makes you shiver.

“Krissy knew that she shouldn’t be there and that she shouldn't be meeting with Lil Papi, but she was weak and couldn’t resist the pull and allure of him any longer. Sitting in the cheap motel’s parking lot, she fussed over her appearance. Dabbed lipstick onto her lips, ran her fingers through her shiny, silky, blonde locks.”

Jake pauses when he hears you snort out a laugh, and even he’s a little amused because the shiny, silky, blonde look has never been something that you related to. He shakes it off though, and resumes his reading.

“When she was sure that she looked good enough to eat, Krissy slid out of the dark car and hurried her way towards the door with Lil Papi’s room number emblazoned against the front of it. She knocked in the pattern that they’d agreed on, and when the door was opened she felt the rough hands of Lil Papi dragging her inside. He kissed her passionately, like a man starved of love and touch and she was his only lifeline. It didn’t matter that they had just met only days before, Krissy could feel the love and passion flowing out of Lil Papi as he continued to kiss her.”

Jake pauses to turn the page, and you’re doing everything in your power not to question the logic of Krissy being able to feel Lil Papi’s love for her if they just met days prior. You say nothing though, letting Jake read out the scene to you and enjoying the sound of his voice despite the ridiculous turn it’s starting to take.

“Lil Papi undressed her in a flurry of ripped clothes, and grabbing hands. Lifting her up into the air while whispering sweet nothings in Italian into her skin. Krissy didn’t know how she knew what he was saying, but it was like she understood every declaration of his love for her perfectly. He called her perfect, the woman of his dreams. Krissy could feel the tears welling in her eyes from how powerful his love and tenderness for her were. Lil Papi settled her in his lap, as he sat at the end of the bed and Krissy moved her hands to quickly undo his belt and pull his huge love stick. Krissy gasped at the monstrous member, watching as it slapped against his chest like a small velvet covered baseball bat.”

Jake falters for a moment, confusion on his face as he reads over the sentence again. You’re barely keeping it together at this point but manage to school your features when he looks over to you to see if you were still invested in listening to this. Unsure he raises a hand to scratch at the back of his neck before looking back at the words on the page to find where he left off.

“Right...okay.” He mutters, finding his place again. “‘’Ti farò sentire il mio amore’, Lil Papi told her sensually, which meant, ‘I will make you feel my love’, in Italian and again Krissy seemed to understand the foreign language flawlessly because of how powerful the love between them was. Krissy let him lift her hips, positioning the entrance to her wet, damp, and oozing love canal against the angry swollen tip of Lil Papi’s huge love stick. She screamed to the heavens when he impaled her, stretching her so wide and deep around him that she swore she could feel him in her throat. Lil Papi thrust into her with reckless abandon, burying his face into the valley of her perfect, plump, round, melon breasts so that the bulbous globes could barrel roll over his open mouth.”

Jake doesn’t get further than that before you break, and start cackling like a mad woman. “I’m sorry, babe. I really tried, but I have never heard a more ridiculously bad erotic story in my life. Oh god, I can’t...my sides hurt from laughing!” You wheeze out, and Jake can’t even pretend to be upset because he’s too busy dissolving into a fit of uncontrollable laughter as well. It takes you two all of ten minutes to finally sober up, and once you can speak again you pull Jake into the bed with you.

“You think Krissy is gonna be okay?” You question, earning a confused look from Jake. “I mean Lil Papi was basically working with a baseball bat in his pants.”

And just like that you two are thrown into another fit of laughter.

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spookysmujer · 5 years ago

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Hood Love, O. Diaz

Summary: As high school sweethearts, Oscar being in prison never changed the way you felt about him. You’re known for being a brat with him, so it’s only fair to uphold the attitude and make him jealous behind the steel curtain.

warnings: jealous/toxic!Oscar

word count: 1.2K

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“You better not hang up.” Oscar sounds through the receiver of your phone which is pressed between your ear and shoulder as you make lunch. You roll your eyes and close the jar of mayo not saying anything.

You don’t need to hear him speak to know what kind of look he has on his face. A small grin spreads across your face as you remind quiet, “Mami? Babe? Babe?” He repeats over and over again, the laughter not being able to be contained any longer.

The eruption of laughter causes him to Oscar click his tongue and sigh. Meanwhile on his side, he’s leaned against the wall with a stoic expression. He’s had a long day of dealing with unnecessary shit. The last thing he wants is his ruca adding to the long list of bullshit.

“Y/N.”

First names were never used between the two of you, since the first day you spoke to each other freshmen year. It’s been nicknames of all sorts, it wasn’t like you never used your legal names with each other but to go from mami to Y/N means that he isn’t in the mood.

The seriousness in his voice causes you to roll your eyes and sigh. “I’m still here, you always trip on me. Go run some shit or something, I got to eat my lunch then head out anyways.”

Oscar hated when you had to cut the calls short, he already has a limited time with talking to you, he missed his ruca bad. “Fine, I’ll hit you up later, low. You better not have plans then.”

“Mhm, we’ll see. Bye, papas.” He retorts back his farewell and the call ends. Oscar had meant the phone call later would be through a smuggled phone, every once in a while you’ll get a call that’s not through the prison system and you love it. He is at ease and more calm, not to mention the sexy time with get with you man who is all those mile away.

You spend the day getting things done around the house. Buzzing with excitement to hear his voice, though the excitement began to fade when you think back on how he was in a bit of a mood. You roll your eyes at his demands. An idea popping in your head.

After finishing dinner, you shower up and wait for the phone to ring. When it does, a mischievous smile forming on your lips. You watch the phone for a few seconds, clearing you throat and laying back, “Hi babe.”

“The fuck it took you so long to answer?” He asks you, the irritation prominent in his voice, you smile as you get under the covers comfortably. “It rang like 3 seconds longer, calmate. I’m getting ready though, what you doing papas?”

The silence after your silence proves the plan in effect is working, you try your best to not laugh, “I thought I asked you not to have plans, you knew I was calling.” You roll your eyes, turning over the under the covers.

“You told me to not have plans, not asked, mister. Plus, just going out for a drink with the girls.... At Santana’s place.” You add in at the end of the sentence, you could hear Oscar release a breath at the beginning of your sentence and when you say where you are heading out to, the exhalation of his breath comes to an abrupt stop.

Before he got sent back in, you were like a leech to him. Stuck to him whenever he went out. He liked it though he never admitted it. One of the places he tried to avoid going to with you is one of his homie’s, Santana. Before Oscar asked you to be his ruca, Santana use to hit on you big time. He hated bringing you around to his place.

You lay in silence for moment, “Babe?”

Oscar doesn’t reply right away, he clears his throat and remains silence. Every single thought that Santana will be thinking about is what’s currently running through Oscar’s mind. How the puto will be eyeing you up and down since you don’t got him wrapped on you.

He sighs, “Go have your fun. I’ma bounce.”

“Babe, chill. Why can’t I go?” You ask, the irritation heavy in the silence alone,

“Why do you ask dumb questions? Hm? Since when do you go to place’s like Santana’s without me? What makes you think I’d be okay that? You gonna bounce to go act stupid, then go.” He says angrily.

You roll your eyes, the idea to get Oscar jealous is in full effect. You can hear him getting worked up. A part of you is loving it, the sinister part of you wants to keep going. But the loving part of you feels bad. He’s already dealing with all that shit in there and you are suppose to be his support/solace.

Oscar is fuming on the other side. Losing his shit silently that you want to hit up Santana’s place. The insecurities begin to eat at him about the two of you and your relationship that had been broken down and rebuilt over the years. You feel that he is quickly overthinking.

“Papi, I’m not going anywhere. Especially not to his place. I’m just fucking with you. You gotta chill, I knew you were calling so why would I make plans, hm?” You smile to yourself as you reach over to grab the framed picture of you and Oscar that sits on your bedside table.

It’s the two of you on his front porch. He’s sat on the stairs and you are one below him, between his legs. You’re leaned back into him and he’s sporting the mean muggin’ Spooky look. Meanwhile you’re cheesy like a kid in a candy shop. You gleam at the picture, immediately missing him a lot more than you just were.

He scoffs, “Because you acting like puta. you loving acting like that with me. Cool though, be someone else’s hyna you gonna fuckin’ act like that.” He spits.

“Yeah, like you would let me be with someone else.”

Oscar smiles but remains authoritative in his tone, “You better know that. No one gonna get you even if you could get got. Cause if I get got mamas, you comin’ with.” The smile that spreads on your lips begin to hurt your cheeks.

“No place I’d rather be, baby.”

The conversation goes on about how shit’s been stressful. Running complexes has Oscar feeling a whole decade older than he really is. His ranks moving up in the Santos exponentially. But if it’s one thing that can get him through the next few years is the promise of you waiting for him when he comes home.

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blazedgraysons · 4 years ago

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babe can u bless us w some new years smut w papi gray ?

oml i’m sorry it took me so long to finish this but of course, angel!! lmaoo let’s start the new year out with some hate sex with gray.

warnings: so i guess the words papi gray triggered something in me because i don’t really know what this is anymore. anyways hatefucking, a smidge of choking, some dirty talk and the return of my fave: cocky fuckboy grayson. anyways hope you like it bby <333

New Year’s had never been your favorite holiday. Too many blacked-out people in a bar, all with high hopes for the year that come quickly crashing down the next day along with their hangovers. Plus, it doesn’t help that you’ve been puked on two NYEs in a row.

It wasn’t like you had a personal vendetta against the holiday, just the older you got, the more you wanted to spend New Years' at home. So you ended up creating your own traditions: Indian food, shitty beer, and rewatching your favorite chick flicks.

This is why you were so surprised to find yourself outside of a huge party this year. Your two best friends had dragged you with them, explaining how they didn’t want to ring in New Year’s without you.

“I look like a disco ball.” You groan as the three of you walk in, Ali and Stella confidently leading the way.

“You look hot.” Ali assures, smiling in what you figure is supposed to be a comforting way. She had been the one to invite the two of you tonight, and a part of you feels bad for your miserable attitude, knowing that she just wanted to spend time with you.

“Warning: Dolan at 3 O’Clock.” Your other friend, Stella, whispers into her red solo cup, and you can feel your bad mood return. Turning your head slightly, you can see Grayson Dolan walking in with his entourage, already acting as if he owns the room.

You can hear Ali snapping at Stella, reminding her how they agreed not to point him out tonight, but all you can focus on is how arrogant Grayson looked.

The two of you had never gotten along, a wrong first date leaving each other permanently on the other’s shit list. Despite your disdain for another, the two of you ran in the same friend group, so you saw each other more often than you like. At this point, everyone knew to keep you two far away from each other unless they wanted a whole night of insults, fighting, and yelling.

“Remind me why you two hate each other again? It’s been like two years.” Stella asks nonchalantly, tilting her head as she holds up her drink.

“We just do. He was a dick on our date. Some people aren’t meant to get along.”

“Aw, you two just need to kiss and makeup.” Ali coos, fixing your hair.

“More like fuck and makeup. So what if you had a bad date. The two of you still have this weird sex thing that needs to be figured out.” Stella interjects.

“I do not-“ Your friends start laughing at your loud objection, watching as your face grows hot in embarrassment.

“I do not want to fuck him!” You hiss, hiding your face from nosy onlookers.

“Why not? I would; he’s fucking hot.” Stella whispers, gesturing over to him. All three of you look over at where he’s standing against the kitchen counter, laughing loudly with his group of friends.

You hated to admit it, but she was right: he really was super attractive. He’s simply dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, denim jacket finishing everything off. It’s nothing special, but you hate the fact that he still somehow managed to look better than everyone else here.

He looks over, smirking when he sees your little group staring at him. All three of you turn away, doing a horrible job at trying to look inconspicuous. Your back is turned towards him as you fix your hair and smoothing out your dress. Ali’s eyes light up suddenly, and she’s whispering to Stella before turning back to you.

“Stella has to pee; we’ll be right back.” She rushes out while dragging Stella to the nearest bathroom. Before you can protest, Grayson’s taking their spot.

He’s chewing his gum obnoxiously, and you can’t help the way your eyes focus on how his jaw moves with every bite.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here tonight, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I was just leaving. Decided it’s not really for me anymore.” You get out, moving past him to walk to the door. You figured you can just call an Uber and text your two friends you were feeling sick. Before you can make it past, he grabs your arm to stop you.

“C’mon, it’s the last day of the year. Can’t you be nice to me just for tonight?” He asks, eyes shining with mischief.

“ Don’t you have some other girl to mess with?” You yank your wrist back, walking off as he follows you.

“Why? You jealous.” He asks, and you know that arrogant smirk is painted on his face.

“Over you? Hardly.” You keep moving until he says something that has you stopping in your tracks.

“Did you wear that dress for me tonight?” Your jaw clenches, annoyance washing over your body. However, you figure two can play this game, so you turn around, walking towards him with a flirtatious expression on your face. He’s looking down at you, appreciating the way your attitude has done a complete 180. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring his face towards yours, leaning in as if you’re going to kiss him.

“Fuck you.” You whisper, mouth millimeters away from his. You turn away, turning to look at him over your shoulder one last time. The irritated expression on his face and his clenched jaw should’ve warned you that you were playing with fire. Still, you simply keep walking forward, choosing to look for Ali and Stella.

Maybe you could stay a little longer to see how this plays out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fuck Grayson Dolan.

At this point, you weren’t sure if you were angrier at him or if you actually wanted to fuck him.

All you know is he was pushing every last button.

It started with constant flirting - just with everyone else besides you. You knew Grayson was a tease, but you swore he had given every girl at this party his signature charming smile. The one that screamed, 'I'm Grayson Dolan, and you're the only one here for me.' You had pretended like you hadn’t seen red when he leaned down to whisper a joke in some girl's ear, winking at you when he notices the way your eyes had narrowed and your lips were puckered.

It only got worse when he decided he needed a refill on his drink, coming up to where you were standing in the hallway. He slyly placed his hands low on your waist, pressing up against you to squeeze by even though you both knew that there was more than enough space.

You were in the middle of debating on whether or not you should finally leave for good this time, figuring you shouldn’t have to subject yourself to this torture when you still have leftover takeout in your fridge.

“Hey, we need to talk to you. Can you meet us in the upstairs bedroom in like 5 minutes?” Ali appears out of nowhere, blonde curls messed up as if she’s been running her hands nervously through her hair. Stella just nods casually, and you look at the two of them suspiciously.

“What are you two planning?” You ask.

“Nothing! Upstairs. Five minutes!” Ali assures, kissing you on the cheek before walking off again. You can tell she’s drunk, smelling the lingering vodka shots on her breath. However, curiosity gets the better of you, and after five minutes, you’re slowly walking up the stairs.

“Ali? Stel?” You call out, getting nothing in response. You keep walking until you reach the end of the hallway, closed door in front of you. You open it, greeted with the sight of Grayson in front of you.

“What the fuck?” You both exclaim, the door closing behind you. You jangle the door handle, cursing under your breath when you realize it’s locked.

“We’re not letting you out until you guys kiss!” Ali calls out.

“You guys got 20 minutes until midnight.” Stella laughs, both still holding the door tightly to keep you from breaking through.

“Oh my God, we’re not fucking 12. This isn’t 7 minutes in heaven.”

“Less talking, more frenching!” Ali yells, giggling loudly as her heels slowly click away.

You roll your eyes, “You two are the fucking worst.” You kick the door before sliding down against it, tilting your head against the door.

“Your friends are weird.” are the first words out of Grayson’s mouth, and you roll your eyes.

“They mean well, they’re just really … stupid sometimes.”You get back up to your feet and start knocking on the door, hitting it with your palms, anything that could hopefully get a passerby’s attention.

“Can you stop banging on the door? It’s annoying.” Grayson mumbles out from where he’s sitting up on the bed after five minutes of your obnoxious knocking.

“I’m sorry, did you want to spend New Year’s locked in here with one another. I’m trying to get out.”

He leans back down on the bed, covering his eyes with his arms. “You realize it’s locked; we’re stuck in here. No one’s coming up here for a while.”

You hate to admit it, but you know he’s right. With only 20 minutes until midnight, everyone’s going to be downstairs, not wanting to miss the main event. You walk over to the dresser, sitting on top of it as you pull out your phone to find someone to text for an emergency rescue.

“We really should just sleep with one another.”

You nearly drop your phone in your lap from his sudden outburst. “I think that’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.”

“Why not? I think you’re hot; I know you think I’m hot. Stop- don’t try to argue with me; I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. Let’s just get this over with; clear start to 2021.” He looks over at you, raising an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes, “I’m not sleeping with you Grayson.”

“What, scared you might actually like it?” He pushes himself up off the mattress and stalks over to where you’re seated on top of the dresser. You start to feel uncharacteristically timid, not knowing how to react under his dark gaze. You don’t say anything, just watching the way his eyes rake over your entire body slowly.

He takes a deep breath, “If I kiss you right now, will you let me?” You wait a second before throwing on caution to the wind, and nodding, deciding to give in to whatever tension is growing between you.

He leans down, softly kissing you before coming back to gauge your reaction.

“If you kiss anything like the way you fuck, this is gonna fucking suck.” You whisper, smiling at the way his face drops. He pulls you into him, forcing his lips onto yours roughly. It’s messy, teeth clashing into one another, noses bumping, and you love it. You didn’t want softness, you didn’t want intimacy, you wanted Grayson to let out everything he felt towards you.

He starts to roughly mark down your neck, leaving dark marks, and you whimper, desperately pulling his jacket off his shoulders. He leans back slightly, pulling his shirt over his head and your mouth falls slightly. You take in all the deep contours and ridges, not even missing the way he flexes briefly.

“Like what you see?” He rasps out, pants growing tighter at your open arousal.

“Just because we’re fucking doesn’t mean I’m another one of your fans. I still fucking hate you.” You pull your dress off and spread your legs slightly on the dresser. You mentally thank Ali for forcing you to skip wearing a bra because the way Grayson’s face zeros in on your bare tits has you whimpering softly. He moves even closer to you.

“Doesn’t seem like you hate me right now.” He whispers, eyes darkening at the dark spot growing on your underwear. His arms are on either side of your thighs as he’s standing in between your legs. You can feel the heat coming off from his body, close enough that you can pick up the subtle nerves in his energy under waves of excitement.

“Whatever.” You’re trying your hardest to remain unaffected, calm under his intense gaze. Still, between the lack of touch and the way he’s looking like he can’t figure out how he wants to ruin you first, you start to squirm.

He pulls roughly at your underwear; you watch as his biceps bulge until the fabric falls apart in his hands. Whatever facade of calmness you were trying to maintain flies out the window. You swallow deeply, eyes wide as he tosses the ruined underwear over his shoulder with a cocky smirk. The smug look on his face is enough for you to snap back to normal and return to your usual backtalk.

“Watch it, asshole. Those aren’t cheap.”

“Trust me, I’ll buy you two more to make up for it. Now shut up; you talk too much.” With that, he’s leaning down and sucking your clit hard.

You’re not quick to compliment Grayson, but you can admit he’s incredible at eating pussy. He genuinely sounds like he’s ready to die in between your legs, quietly groaning to himself with every suck and lick. Your breath hitches at the imagery, and he’s slowly licking up your slit, savoring the way you taste for him. He gives you a few more licks before he starts sucking at your clit again, and you can feel yourself growing closer.

“Fuck, Gray- I’m about to cu-“ Before you can finish, he’s pulling away and smiling up at you with shiny lips.

“Fuck you.” You practically spit out, and he just laughs shortly, amusement barely hidden in his face.

“Before I make you cum, I wanna hear you ask nicely.” He’s leaning into you again, lips hovering yours, mirroring the same position you had him in earlier. You push his shoulder, hoping to give you some distance, but he stays firmly planted in place.

“If you think I’m gonna beg for your sorry excuse of a dick -“

He cuts you off, fingers slipping inside you, and he starts curling his fingers, your back arching into his touch. With how close you were to your orgasm, you’re falling apart in a matter of seconds. You start whimpering out his name, and he stills all his movements, thumb hovering over your clit.

“Beg.” He demands, and neither of you misses the way you tightly clench around him from the change of tone in his voice.

You stare at him long until he lightly brushes your clit, reminding you of what you’re missing in your stubbornness. You sigh dramatically before swallowing your pride and saying:

“Grayson, fuck me.” He stares at you pointedly, and you sigh again.

“Please, Gray. Want you to fuck me, please.” You whisper. It’s not a lot, but he knows that’s probably the most he’s going to get out of you at this moment, so he just smiles proudly and starts moving his fingers again. The coil in your stomach starts to grow tighter, and your toes curl when you start cumming all of your fingers. You cry out, nails scratching down his stomach as he continues to move his hand to work you through your orgasm.

He leans back, sucking up everything on his fingers before unbuckling and taking his pants and underwear off. You were glad he had made you cum before because he was big, bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with before. He brushes his dick over your entrances a few times, tapping his dick lightly on your clit. You whimper slightly, and he winks, arrogant persona back in full force.

“You’re still a dick.” You whisper, no real sting to your words.

“Yeah, I know.” He strokes his dick lightly before sinking in, and both of you moan out from the initial feeling.

He starts snapping his hips relentlessly, not giving you time to adjust to his pace. Your eyes begin to roll back, only able to focus on the wood digging into your back, arm wrapped around your waist, and dick ramming roughly into you. You’re moaning out constantly, nothing able to come to mind to express how good he’s making you feel.

However, Grayson is starting to get frustrated, not satisfied with the way you’ve laid out in front of him. He picks you up, holding you close to him before dropping you carelessly on the bed. Before you can say anything, he’s twisting your body around, so you’re on all fours in front of him and is sliding back into you, taking you from behind. You’re arching underneath him, allowing him to reach you even deeper as you moan out. He’s practically fucking you into the mattress, and from your constant sounds and ass jiggling in front of him, he’s releasing a guttural groan.

He places an arm next to your head while wrapping a large hand around your throat, lightly cutting off your air. His body is entirely over yours, encasing your entire body in his large frame. It all starts to get to be too overwhelming, and your mind starts to go blank from the pleasure, pulling at the railings to get away from how hard he’s fucking into you while also leaning back into him to get more.

“Stop running; thought you wanted to see how good I can fuck you.” He moves his hand to slap your ass, and his dick jumps from the way you start squeezing around him. He rubbing your ass, ready to spank you again, when the both of you stop from loud screams coming below you. You both hear yells about countdowns and New Year’s and Grayson’s leaning down, rutting himself into you before whispering in your ear -

“How much you wanna bet I can get you to cum before midnight?”

10!

You didn’t think he could go any faster, but his movements pick up, hitting your g-spot with every movement of his hips.

He brushes his fingers against your lip, watching as you slowly take them into your mouth and start sucking. You don’t miss the way he lightly swears when you lightly nip at the pads of his fingers. “Fucking brat.” He mutters before he’s wrapping his hand around your throat again.

He moves his hand, going back up on his knees so he can hold you still as he keeps thrusting into you.

With the way he’s gripping your hips and pulling you back into him, you already know you’re gonna be bruised with his fingerprints on your hip tomorrow.

You start to fall forward, and all you can think about is how badly you want to cum.

He starts rubbing at your clit, and you swear you can feel him deep in your stomach, knowing that he’s going to be responsible for your limp tomorrow.

“If only I knew earlier that all I needed to do to get you to shut up was to fuck you properly” were the words coming out, and you hate yourself for moaning out louder at the way he says it.

You can tell he’s starting to get close by the way he starts slowing down, choosing to grind his hips slowly into you.

You haven’t stopped moaning, volume picking up until you’re practically sobbing into the pillow. You briefly think how grateful you are for the screaming in the living room when Grayson smacks your ass hard before groaning in your ear, “Fucking cum, Y/N.”

The tight feeling in your stomach snaps, and a small spurt of wetness releases, you squirting into his dick and thighs. You practically collapse forward, suddenly exhausted, and it only takes a few more thrusts before Grayson’s pulling out to cum on your lower back.

Happy New Year’s, Y/N.” He whispers in a cocky tone, pride in how he practically has you reduced to nothing underneath him.

He covers you in a blanket before getting dressed and walking back out to the party, not even bothering to hide his self-satisfied smirk when his friends ask him why he missed the ball drop.

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fratboykate · 3 years ago

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Papi you didn’t have to go so hard with the angst!! 5.5k words to break our hearts along with Yelena’s 😭 but I absolutely loved it and can’t wait to see how they end up working through it when you get time to drop the rest. Good luck with everything else you’re having to do!

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Does Suze every give Kate sage dating advice?

It's a very -ish kind of fulfillment on the Suze front but I'm going to write it off my list anyway lol.

ANYWHO...LET TOMATO WAR VOL. 2 BEGIN

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Yelena spends Wednesday afternoon sitting on a chair by the placid lake, thoughts of the last few months overwhelming and plaguing her mind.

---

On Thursday morning, Yelena jumps into the frigid waters and drifts in them for longer than she should have. At least the pain in her freezing limbs is a welcomed distraction from the gaping hole in her chest.

She starts drinking by mid-afternoon. She has zero intention of welcoming her tenth anniversary sober if there isn't an anniversary to celebrate.

Yelena promises herself she won't cry, but then the sun disappears behind the trees and this night's reality sets in. Not only that, but the memories of previous 'nights before anniversary' pop up in her brain and make it all worse. Instead of preparing the food she needs to soak up every drop of alcohol she's had today, Yelena drags one of the chaise lounges to the water's edge, weeps, and drinks some more.

---

8:17 PM, Yelena blasts her and Kate's playlist at full volume on her portable speakers while drinking straight out of the wine bottle.

"Hey."

The unexpected voice nearly gives her a heart attack. She shrieks.

"It's me! It's me!" Yelena pivots to find Kate at the edge of the deck staring at her. "I knocked for a while, but I didn't get an answer. Car's in the driveway and lights are on...I got worried. Decided to check the back."

They stare at each other while Yelena's music serves as some sort of unintentional soundtrack to the moment. Yelena doesn't speak, afraid anything she says might break whatever is happening here, that it might send Kate running away. Yelena knows her wife. If Kate came, it's because there is something she wants to get off her mind, and Yelena is going to wait until she does.

Minutes pass and neither of them moves an inch.

"I can't do this anymore." Yelena's blood abruptly congeals in place. What the fuck does that mean? But she refuses to ask. She'll let Kate explain. "...the fighting. The distance. The forcing myself to be angry. I can't do it anymore. It's exhausting and I feel like I'm losing it. It brings out all the shitty parts of me. I don't wanna do it anymore."

Yelena sees Kate's walls crumble for the first time in months.

"Then don't...Don't."

"Problem is I also don't know how to move past this."

"Talking to me is a start."

Kate nods. She stands quietly for a few moments, then speaks.

"Hi."

"I'm Kate."

Yelena chuckles softly.

"Nice to meet you, Kate. I'm Yelena."

"Ah...exotic. Are you from around these parts?"

"No. St. Petersburg."

"Florida?"

"Чуть дальше. Россия." ["A little further away. Russia."]

"Oh shit! REALLY exotic."

"It frankly isn't."

"Well...I was just driving by, and I was wondering, do you know where someone could get a drink around here?"

"You're in luck because I have a few bottles inside and no one to drink them with."

"What a coincidence!"

"Massive.....Come on."

Yelena reaches for the phone and the bottle she'd been drinking from and makes her way to the porch, where Kate still stands.

They step inside through the sliding door in the back and Yelena heads for the kitchen.

"Whiskey?"

"Beer."

Yelena pops her head out of the fridge and glances at her, positively befuddled.

"SOMEONE said they weren't drinking beer anymore, so I didn’t buy any."

"SOMEONE said it wasn't a permanent thing."

"Whiskey, vodka, or wine. Best I can do right now unless we go out to get some."

"Whiskey's fine."

Yelena prepares Kate a whiskey ginger. Kate never takes her eyes off the blonde as she glides around the kitchen. When the cocktail is finished, Yelena grabs the wine she was drinking from, a couple of water bottles, and juggles everything back to the couch where Kate now sits. She hands Kate the whiskey and keeps her wine bottle.

"Just...straight out, huh?

Kate chortles.

"I've had a very shitty few months. I'm allowed."

There's a lull and they both remain immobile.

"I'm sorry about your shitty few months."

"I have a feeling you, stranger who randomly showed up at my cabin in the woods and I let in, haven't been much better. It's a hunch."

Kate chuckles.

"You have good hunches, stranger whose house I happened to stumble across as I was in the woods and who let me in, no questions asked. What if I was a serial killer?"

"That would be a plot twist, wouldn't it?"

"A wild one."

"How are you? Really?"

"I'm good. Yeah, I'm good. You?"

"Better now."

"You're also a little drunk."

"Little bit." They both guffaw. "Do you remember our first anniversary?"

"We almost got kicked out of the hotel."

"Because you have zero volume control."

"I wasn't even being that loud."

"You're ALWAYS loud."

"I refute that."

"How many times did security knock on the door that weekend? Five?"

"I think it was seven because it was for sure three times on Saturday."

"And you still think you weren't being loud..."

"It's not my fault their walls are cellophane thin, apparently. Also, why was that lady bothered so much? What does she think people go to hotels in Paris for? Prayer circles?"

Yelena laughs.

"I'd be a little jealous if I was there alone and I got to hear the couple next door fuck like that for four days."

"That sounds like her problem. That had nothing to do with us."

They look at each other and burst out laughing after a few beats. Yelena speaks first.

"What about year two?"

"Madrid."

"We at least had the common sense to rent a house that year."

"You still got us kicked out of somewhere."

"OH YEAH!...the club. That was 100% your fault. I told you it was a terrible idea to try and have sex in that hallway."

"I thought the music would drown you out...It didn't."

"Oh oh! It was ME being loud that was the issue, not you being horny and impatient when you're drunk? I see..."

"It's without a doubt always you not being able to keep it down."

"You're a liar."

"The beach in the Bahamas? The security guard couldn't stop laughing. He thought someone was dying."

"You said 'let's go for a walk on the beach', not 'let's go for a walk on the beach...but only for two minutes because then I'm gonna try and fuck you.' You're the one who chooses the worst places to get touchy."

"You never seem to put up any resistance when it’s happening, do you?"

"That's beside the point!"

"Where else has your mouth gotten us in trouble?"

Yelena tries to think.

"YOUR HANDS!"

"Your mouth.......Buenos Aires!"

"ALSO YOUR FAULT!"

Kate and Yelena stay on the couch, reminiscing about their best - and sometimes most unfortunate - moments until long after the sun comes up.

They eventually go to bed around 8 AM. Yelena sleeps in the main bedroom and Kate in one of the guest bedrooms. They weren't going to force anything and risk ruining all the headway they seem to have made.

---

When Yelena wakes up, Kate is not in the house. Her stomach drops. When she steps out onto the porch, she finds Kate sitting on one of the rocking chairs.

"Morning."

"Afternoon, really."

"What time is it?"

"Phone's inside, but last time I checked, it was past two."

"Fuck. You should've woken me up...wait...you never wake up before me. What's happening?" Yelena laughs. "I thought I'd have time to make food and have it ready before you did."

"Haven't been sleeping much lately...How's the hangover?"

"Surprisingly...nonexistent."

"Look at you. Maybe you're finally getting the hang of this drinking thing."

"Highly doubt that...are you hungry?"

"Not really."

"I'm still making you breakfast."

"Can it wait?"

"Why?"

"I have your gift. I wanna give it to you."

Yelena nods.

"I'll go get mine too."

Yelena disappears into the house and when she steps out of the bedroom, Kate has relocated with her coffee to the oversized leather couch in the living room. Yelena perches up next to her.

"Can I go first? If I know you as well as I think I do, you did something insane and over the top, and then mine is going to seem shitty by comparison if I go after. I want to go first, so I feel less terrible."

Kate laughs.

"Okay."

"I'm right, aren't I? You did something crazy. I know it already."

"Just go!"

Yelena pulls out an envelope. Kate opens it.

"It's tickets to Norway. For right after my viva voce. We've been talking about the Northern Lights forever and it felt like we needed some time away anyway. Then we do Sweden and Finland. Three weeks. Just us."

"Did you get one of the transparent igloo things?"

Yelena smiles, proud of herself.

"Nice! That's cool as fuck. We *have* been talking about it forever. I don't know why we never did it."

"We're going to now."

"This isn't shitty at all."

"I'm convinced it's about to look very underwhelming in a second."

Kate smirks, reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a ring box.

"I knew it! This is going to be so irresponsible."

Kate chuckles.

"Open it."

Yelena flips the lid, and inside, there's a platinum “Toi Et Moi” style ring. One of the two gems is a Benitoite, one of the rarest blue gemstones in the world. It represents Kate. The other is the greenest Alexandrite, the Russian national gemstone and also the rarest gem in the world. That one is for Yelena. Typically there are only two stones in a "Toi Et Moi" ring. It's in the name: "you and me". This isn't a regular "Toi Et Moi" ring tho because Kate had a third gem added to the design. There's a single diamond nestled directly in between the Benitoite and the Alexandrite. It's designed to look like the two encircle and protect the diamond. Needless to say, this ring isn't cheap. It's actually REALLY FUCKING EXPENSIVE. (NOTE: Not nearly an exact reference, but there are a lot of other crazy designs out there and this is the one that might somewhat resemble what I have in my head.)

"It's custom. We designed it and I ordered it months ago...before all this. They called to tell me it was ready the day I left for London. Told myself I was never going to pick it up, but I did yesterday. Three rocks. One for you and one for me."

"What's the third one for?"

"A baby."

"Oh..."

Yelena is taken aback by the words. She stares at it for a while.

"Not the reaction I was expecting."

Kate forces a laugh.

"No, no. It's beautiful. I love it."

"But..."

"The baby...it's not the right time. Not yet."

Kate scoffs.

"Of course."

"We've had this conversation."

"Oh, I know. I remember them very well."

"Why are you getting angry then? I've always been honest with you. I've told you I want them but not yet. That hasn't changed."

Kate stands, putting distance between them.

"So...what? We did all this and now...what? We wait ten, twenty, fifty years for you to win the Nobel? When do we stop waiting? I want to have a baby. I want to have a baby WITH YOU. I'm done waiting. I've been hearing 'now is not the right time' for EVERYTHING we want to do for the last five years. When does it end?"

"Kate...I think we need to work through some stuff before we make decisions like this. We can't come off these past few months and go straight into a baby. We need some time...*I* still need more time. I'm not asking for ten years but some time."

Kate starts to pace furiously.

"I don't wanna wait anymore."

"I'm not ready yet."

"When? When are you gonna be?"

"I don't know. It's not like I can put a date on it."

"Why does everything always have to be on your timeline?"

"You can't rush into babies, Kate. That's reckless."

"Ten years together and five married is rushing to you?"

"I'm not saying 'no'. It's never been 'no'. All I'm asking for is a little more time to get there. I know you're ready and have been for a while, but I'm not there yet. My life hasn't been mine for almost twelve years. I don't know who I am outside of school. I went from undergrad, to masters, to Ph.D...no breaks. I need to be me for a while before my life becomes someone else's again. Forever this time. Can you understand that?"

"That was a long way of saying that yeah...we are on your timeline. As usual...........Maybe you need to be you on your own then. If you're so desperate to find out 'who you are', then maybe you need to do that by yourself."

"Seriously, Katherine? Are you going to keep sabotaging this for no reason? This is what I mean. We need to sort all this shit out before we bring a baby into it. And you know what? I think this is also my fault. I was the one who never made time for us to keep going to therapy the last few years. If I had, we wouldn't have all this bubbling up now. I'm sorry for that too."

"This entire relationship has revolved around you and your wants and your timeline and your needs. 'I've had a life plan since I was nine, Kate'." Kate imitates Yelena. "You never deviated from it even though I became a part of it. Even though I was there. I was along for the ride. What about my life plan? When is it my turn?"

"That's not true."

"REALLY?! You wanna take a tally on that because you were the one who moved away and wouldn't even hear about other school choices. It HAD to be MIT and Harvard, even though you knew I probably wasn't leaving New York. And then I've spent more than seven fucking years going back and forth. I rearranged my entire life to make what YOU wanted happen."

"You never complained. Not once."

"For a genius, you seem to really need everything spelled out for you."

"Don't be an ass, Kate. I'm trying to have a calm conversation with you and the bare minimum I'm asking for here is that you not be a dick. You said you were tired of doing this, so let's not then. Sit with me and let's talk it out."

"I'm also tired of always doing everything you say when you say it."

"You want a timeline? Let's go back to Dr. O'Grady. Let's do that for six, maybe twelve months. Let's air whatever we need to out, let's address the underlying mess that’s undoubtedly gone unsaid for far too long, and then we can revisit the baby conversation."

"What if I don't wanna do that?"

"Then I don't know what to tell you. That's what I need to have a serious conversation about children."

Kate stands in silence for a long while. Yelena can see Kate’s brain spinning and chooses not to push it. She patiently sits in silence until Kate makes a grand announcement.

"I think I want a divorce."

Yelena inhales and exhales deeply to center herself. She’s making a concerted effort to stay level-headed because if both of them go off the rails, this conversation is going nowhere.

"You're being irrational. You can't walk in here last night saying you want to fix it, spend the next twelve hours making me believe we will, and then change your mind and tell me you want this to be over. On our fucking anniversary."

"Maybe I'm being rational for the first time in a long time. Maybe I'm finally putting myself first."

"Before we make any major life decisions and throw away ten years, let's go back to therapy."

"There you are...dictating shit to me again."

"IT'S ME TRYING TO SAVE MY FUCKING MARRIAGE!" Yelena reels it back and cools down. "Three months. Give me three months of therapy and if you still feel like this after we do that, then I'll respect it."

"What part of 'I don't wanna do what you tell me to anymore' is not clicking?"

"Okay. Go ahead and burn our entire life to the fucking ground because you insist on being stubborn.........Why are you so determined to punish me when I've done EVERYTHING I can to pull this back from the brink?"

"Whatever, dude."

"Sit down and let's talk."

"Stop fucking telling me what to do!"

Kate heads for the back of the cabin. Yelena hears her walk into the bedroom she is staying in. She's in there for no longer than two minutes before she steps out with her duffel bag in hand. She didn't even bother to zip it up. Kate heads for the door.

"What are you doing?"

"Leaving."

"Oh my fucking God, Kate!" Kate exits through the front door. Yelena heads for the back sliding door and runs to the front. She cuts Kate off before she gets to her car. "Please...can you go back inside? I'm asking you. Not telling you. Asking you."

Kate tries to sidestep her, but Yelena anticipates it and blocks her.

"Move, dude."

"Why?"

"Because I want to fucking leave."

"It's our anniversary. Can we have a nice day? A day like last night?"

"Move."

"Last night felt amazing. It felt like us, the old us. I don't want to lose that again and I don't want to do it today of all days."

"Dude......move."

Yelena doesn't. Kate clenches her jaw and moves past her. Yelena tries to physically stop her, but Kate easily gets past her. Kate reaches her car and jumps inside.

"Don't do this."

"Don't fucking tell me what to do."

Kate puts the car in reverse and screeches out of the driveway.

Yelena is once again left watching Kate walk away with tears streaming down her face.

---

The sun has set. Kate lies in bed, the lights are off, and she's still wearing the same clothes she left the cabin with that morning. Shoes and everything.

Her phone rings. Kate lifts it to see the screen. It's Suze Facetiming her. Kate declines the call. Suze calls again. Doesn't answer. Suze calls a third time. Kate lets it ring again.

TEXT: "pick up 911"

911 is only meant to be used for absolute emergencies. That's the "drop whatever the fuck you're doing and get in touch with me immediately" signal.

Kate turns the bedside lamp on, sits up, and instantly calls back.

"What? What's happening?"

Kate asks, flustered.

"I knew you were seeing my calls. Why did your wife just post a story from the mountains where she's clearly by herself when it's your anniversary."

"Are you fucking kidding me?! That's not what fucking 911s are for?!"

"It's a 911 for me. Answer my question."

"You're a turd. Don't do that again. Don't ever use 911 for anything stupid."

"Answer the question..."

"Because I told her I wanted a divorce."

"You WHAT?!

"I don't want to be married to her anymore."

"You want a divorce as much as I want to get swallowed by a shark. Why the fuck would you say that?"

"Because."

"What are you? Seven? 'Because'? You're throwing a tantrum right now and it's going to fuck up your entire life."

"It's always her way. I'm tired of it. Over it."

"Let me paint a picture for you. You get divorced because YOU insisted on it. Six months from now, she starts dating someone else because she's A FUCKING CATCH and won't be single for long. You see pictures of them together...are you gonna be okay with that? No, it’s gonna break you but that's exactly what's gonna happen and you're gonna hate yourself for it."

"If she can get over us in six months, then she never loved me anyway."

"THAT WAS YOUR TAKEAWAY FROM THAT SCENARIO?! She doesn't have to get over you at all unless you keep doing this...You remind me of Deej right now."

"Don't."

"You're swinging at the world..."

"Cut it out."

"...because you're hurt and you'd rather fuck your life up..."

"STOP!"

"...than let anyone in and help."

Kate hangs up the call. A second later, Suze calls back. Kate doesn't answer. Suze texts her.

TEXT: "stop being a huge ass baby pick up the phone"

TEXT: "he let his shit ruin him dont do that too ur better than that at least i wanna think u are"

Kate never responds. Two hours pass and Suze texts again.

TEXT: "im scared of what ull do and who ull become if this happens i cant lose both of u"

Kate stands, goes to the bar, and pours herself a drink. She takes a single sip of it before she turns and hurls the glass on the opposite side of the room. It explodes on impact, sending glass and whiskey in every direction.

Kate lingers for a second, then she walks to the door, grabs her keys, and leaves.

---

Nine days pass.

No one hears from Kate for nine days. She doesn't even show up at work.

---

Sunday. Nighttime.

Yelena is at home, lying on the couch, her head resting on Alexei's lap and her feet on Melina's while the three of them watch a movie.

Yelena's phone dings. It's an incoming text. It's an incoming text from Kate.

TEXT: "At the beach. By your parent's house. Sitting by the rocks."

Yelena instantly perks up, stands, and heads for her bedroom. Melina and Alexei stare at each other, perplexed.

"Что случилось?" ["What happened?"]

Yelena screams back from her bedroom.

"Кейт... она на пляже." [Kate...she's on the beach.]

Alexei jumps to his feet in a haste to try and look out the window. He sees nothing.

---

Seven minutes after sending the text, Kate turns to see Yelena approaching with a few blankets in hand.

Yelena sits next to Kate, but she doesn't say anything. She extends one of the blankets to the shivering brunette. Kate doesn't move at first, but she eventually takes it and wraps herself in it. Yelena does the same with hers.

They don't speak a word for over half an hour.

"Susan is worried about you. Apparently, you haven't been at work all week."

"I hate that you and my sister talk about me."

Yelena chuckles.

"We talk about a lot of things. You're just one of them."

"Still hate it."

The silence returns. They don't speak for another twelve minutes.

"Three months. We do therapy for three months. Then......only promising three months and we see what happens."

A faint smile appears on Yelena's face.

"Okay......But you have to show up. I don't mean literally be there. I mean that you have to try. You have to meet me halfway, or it's not going to do anything." Kate - who has yet to take her eyes off the water since she saw Yelena approaching - offers a single firm nod. "There's something else. There's always been something else. What's going on, Kate?"

Kate remains silent. For a while.

"I don't...it's just work stuff. Not worth talking about right now."

"Tell me." Yelena catches herself and corrects the phrasing. "Can you please tell me?"

Kate remains perfectly still, then after a few beats, she speaks.

"We're in a bad spot. Really bad. We found out Wes was fucking us. Not only did he steal a fuck ton of money - which we can't prove because...we haven't found a way to prove it yet - but he started his own company with that money. To compete with us. And he took our seven biggest clients right from under us. A cash infusion would save us and we thought we had some Chinese investors almost hooked, but they found out about the whole mess somehow...Fucking Wes...I’m dead certain it was him...they found out and got spooked. If we don't get a solid cash flow soon...we're probably going under. I haven't even been getting a check. All of us who have a stake in it stopped taking payroll almost right away to stretch out the funds and so we can make sure we have enough to pay everyone else and keep it running for as long as possible......You know how much money we have in this. It would fuck us. We'd lose all of it."

"Babe..." Yelena moves closer. "You should've told me." Kate returns to being quiet. Yelena stands and moves from where she sat next to Kate to hovering above her. "Open." Kate is looking up at her. Yelena taps Kate's calves with her foot, trying to split them apart. "Open. Open." Kate sighs, spreads her legs, and creates a gap in the blanket. Yelena sits between Kate's legs, facing her, slides her legs under Kate's bent knees, and wraps them around Kate's. She brings her hands to either side of Kate's face and rests them there. "It's just money." (NOTE: they're sitting like this if you didn't get it lol.)

"It's not 'just money'. It's most of my trust fund. All of it, basically. It's our future. It's our safety net."

Kate sighs.

"Kate, it's money. We can get it back. You're amazing at this. And even if we don't...it's still just money."

"It's more than 'just money'. It's buying a place. It's college tuition. It's good schools. It's everything. I put it all on the line and I might have lost it."

"I would live in a basement with you. College is a loooooong way away and I went to public school and turned out pretty decently...I think." Yelena softly snickers and pauses. "You've always had a certain lifestyle and that's how you've imagined it staying, but even if it's all gone, we can figure it out. Ramen and a one-bedroom in Queens sound just as good to me as long as we do it together."

"I'd feel like a fucking failure."

"I can remind you every day that you aren't if it helps? You're not a failure even if the worse happens......When did the problems start?"

"You left New York that Sunday morning. This whole shitstorm blew up on Tuesday. Two days later."

"You should've told me. I could've been there this whole time."

"Wouldn't have made a difference."

"Maybe not on the money front, but I could've been there for you. Does Suze know?" Kate shakes her head. "Does anyone know?"

Kate shakes her head again.

"'Hey, my company is crashing and burning and I might lose everything. How was your week?' It's embarrassing. Why would I tell anyone that?"

"So you've just been bottling it up?" Kate shrugs. "It would've made a difference then...Have you eaten today?" Kate doesn't respond and that's enough of an answer. "Come inside. I'll make you food." Yelena catches herself doing the thing again. "Do you want to come inside?"

"I don't really wanna see your parents right now."

"I can send them to their room?" Yelena chuckles. "They'd happily let me banish them if they know you're there...They've been just as sad about this as I have...My dad misses you. He's a little pissed off at you, but he still misses you."

"Oh great, now your parents hate me."

"They don't. My mom has been part of the reason I haven't given up. She's been making sure I don't...They adore you and us."

"I can't see them yet."

"Okay. That's okay. We still need to feed you. Do you want to go somewhere?"

Kate shakes her head.

"I'm not hungry."

"You have to eat. Do you want to go back home and I can make you something?"

"I wanna stay here."

"Can we compromise? We could stay here for a while and then you let me feed you?" Kate remains silent. Yelena leans her forehead against Kate's. "We'll figure it out."

They stay like that for another hour until Kate starts to doze off. The sound of the waves is soothing her to sleep after months of not getting enough rest. After a particularly long blink, Yelena speaks.

"Do you want to go inside?"

"I think I'll head back to the city."

"I can't let you get in the car like this. You're falling asleep. Can I drive you back?"

Kate closes her tired eyes, thinks, then nods. Yelena unwraps her legs from around Kate and stands. Kate follows suit. She extends her hands, and Kate, understanding what she means, digs into her pocket, and places the car keys in her open palm.

They do the rest of the walk back without saying a word.

---

Within five minutes of being on the road, Kate is sound asleep on the passenger seat. Yelena can't help but continuously steal glances at her wife's peaceful face. She hasn't seen Kate sleep in months, and, as silly as it sounds, she missed it.

---

Yelena parks in the underground garage of Kate’s building, shuts the engine off, and pivots to face Kate.

"Hey." She brings her hands to caress Kate's cheek softly. "Love...We're here...Kate." Kate startles awake. "Hey, hey. You're good. We're here."

Kate nods, unbuckles her seat belt, and steps out. She's very much still mostly asleep. She's running on autopilot and sheer muscle memory at this point. That's why she reaches out for Yelena's hand once they're standing side by side.

Yelena happily takes Kate's hand. She bites her cheek to hide the small smile that creeps on her face. They've had these moments of calm before and she doesn't want to get her hopes up.

---

They make it to the apartment. Kate instantly beelines for the bedroom.

"You sure you don't want something to eat?"

Kate sleepily shakes her head while she mindlessly undresses. She's throwing clothes in every direction. She has one mission: get sleeping clothes on and fall onto the bed.

Without thinking about it, Kate quickly takes her shirt off, followed by her bra. She's topless and in her briefs for a long moment before she finds the right sleeping shirt.

Kate has a large selection of sleeping t-shirts and a strict routine: she can only wear the one that 'feels right' that specific night. It typically drives Yelena crazy because if the one she wants is not clean, Kate has sometimes gone as far as doing laundry at 3 AM to wash a single shirt. Tonight she's secretly thankful for the ritual because it's been months since she's seen her wife like this: walls down and doing the small things Yelena took for granted at one point. Yelena will gladly accept even a minute of this.

Kate finds a shirt, throws it on, and ungracefully plops down onto the bed.

"Are you okay if I take the pull out in your office?"

"Shit all over it. Don't move it. Sleep here. It's fine."

Kate half mumbles while slipping under the covers. Yelena doesn't second guess the offer. She walks up to what usually is one of her drawers, hoping her stuff is still in there. Thankfully, nothing seems like it's been touched. Yelena grabs the first comfortable thing she sees and starts to change. By the time she slips into bed, Kate is sound asleep.

Yelena watches her sleep.

---

Around forty minutes later, Kate's sleep becomes restless. Her face contorts and she starts to toss around. It's clear she's having a nightmare. A bad one. Yelena brings her hand to Kate's cheek and begins to whisper tenderly.

"Shhhhh...You're okay. It's okay. You're safe. Shhhhh..."

After a few repetitions of the mantra, Kate seems to calm.

Yelena keeps watch over Kate. The cycle repeats itself every twenty or thirty minutes and Yelena comforts her each time. She continues to do this for a few more hours until sleep also gets the best of her.

---

When Kate wakes up by mid-day the next day, Yelena is in the kitchen cleaning the inside of the fridge.

"What the hell did you spill in here?"

"Oh, I ordered some Thom Kha Gai but then wasn't hungry anymore by the time it got here, so I threw it in there. Guess the thing had a leak or something. The whole tub had dripped out by the next morning."

"And you didn't clean it right away?! Kate..."

Kate shrugs.

"There's food on the table. It's cold by now, but I didn't think you'd sleep that long. I can heat it up."

"Nah."

Kate tells her as she sits on her usual chair and removes the cover Yelena had placed over the plate. She digs right into the breakfast.

"I called Dr. O'Grady's office. We have a 5:30 PM on Wednesday."

"That was...fast."

"I told her secretary it was a 911."

"The women in my life and not understanding the definition of '911'."

Yelena snickers.

"What is that supposed to mean???"

"Nothing. Suze thing."

"Have you texted her yet?" Kate shakes her head no. "Are you going to?"

"At some point."

"She's worried."

"She shouldn't be. I'm fine."

"Your definition of 'fine' is a little skewed. You're having a hard time. Talk to her."

Kate eats in silence for a long moment.

"She compared me to Deej. It was fucked up. She can stew on that shit for a while longer."

Yelena ponders, sighs, and closes the fridge before heading to the dining table. She sits next to Kate.

"What did she say?"

"I don't wanna talk about it...Some fucked up bullshit about us being the same and not letting people help. It's fucking stupid."

Yelena weighs her words carefully.

"Will you get mad if I agree with her?"

Kate turns to glare at her.

"You're both wrong."

"You don't have the same coping mechanisms he did, but you do have very similar responses to things that make you feel a certain way."

"Drop it."

Yelena nods. She watches Kate eat in silence for a beat.

"I have to go home. I need to help my mom with some stuff. I promised I would. Can you PLEASE finish cleaning that fridge? It's disgusting, Kate. I already did most of it."

Kate nods. Yelena stands and disappears for a few minutes. She comes back in fresh clothes, different from the ones she arrived in last night.

"Call me. If you need anything, call me."

"Can you not tell your parents? Or your friends? About work. I don't want anyone to know."

"If you don't want me to, I won't."

"I don't want you to."

"Then I won't." Yelena kisses the top of Kate's head. "Call me, please."

"Sure, yeah. Whatever."

Yelena hovers by the table. Kate turns to look at her while she eats. They know they have to say goodbye, but it doesn't seem like either of them wants to make the first step. It's all very reminiscent of that Sunday three and something months ago.

"I'll see you Wednesday?"

"See you Wednesday."

Yelena heads for the door and leaves.

---

Three plus months later.

Kate sits across from the door of the Harvard lecture building with a fancy bouquet in hand. It's an arrangement of Real Touch Purple, Purple Heart Picasso and Off White Calla Lilies mixed with Lavender Tulips, Lilies of the Valley, and Springeri. The bouquet is reminiscent of the one Yelena had at their wedding.

Kate stands when she sees Yelena exit the edifice. Yelena's focused on whatever she's typing on her phone and not paying attention to her surroundings. She was going to walk right past Kate until she speaks.

"Hey."

Yelena swiftly turns, shocked to see her wife standing in front of her.

"What are you doing here?!"

Yelena approaches and wraps her arms around Kate's neck. Kate lifts the arrangement out of the way, ensuring it doesn't get smooshed.

"How'd it go?"

Kate pulls away and looks at her anxiously.

"Passed without corrections."

"HELL YEAH!" A couple of the people who are walking by turn to look at Kate. Kate shamelessly brags. "She's a Doctor now!" Kate turns back to look at her wife as Yelena chuckles. "That's fucking amazing! Didn't you say that was super rare? That they usually want corrections?"

"Yeah. Stats say around 90% of them need corrections."

"Top 10%! That's fucking cool. Congrats!"

"I thought you had that investor meeting today?"

"We do. I told them I had to skip it. Had somewhere really important I needed to be."

Yelena smiles.

"You didn't have to do that...but thank you." They look at each other and smile for a long beat. "Those are beautiful, by the way."

Yelena points at the flowers in Kate's hand. Kate steps back so she can extend them toward Yelena.

"Oh, yeah! Figured your favorites would be welcomed no matter the outcome."

Yelena brings the bouquet closer to her to smell them.

"I love them."

When she does, Kate notices the ring she gave Yelena for their tenth anniversary on the ring finger of Yelena’s right hand.

"You're wearing it."

Yelena looks down at her hand.

"Good luck charm."

"Did it work?"

"Ten percent. Obviously."

Kate smiles.

"I'm pretty sure that was more your brain than my ring."

"Nah, it was definitely the ring."

Kate and Yelena are absolutely flirting and this is when it hits them. It makes both of them a little giddy.

"Good. Good...There's a couple bottles of champagne in your fridge and I think we should go open them right now."

"I think so too."

---

They walk into Yelena's apartment. Yelena throws her purse aside and makes directly for the kitchen. She grabs a vase for the flowers and two flutes from the cupboards. She starts to fill the vase with water in the sink.

Kate walks to the fridge and pulls out one of the fancy bottles she dropped off earlier. Yelena looks at the bottle and rolls her eyes.

"You need to stop spending money on things like that until we know what's happening for sure."

"Special occasion."

"You have a 'special occasion' you spend money on every week." Yelena laughs. "A five-dollar bottle would've done the job just the same."

Kate uncorks the bottle, catching Yelena by surprise. She jumps. Kate moves to the opposite side of the counter and starts to fill the flutes.

"Tsk...you only become a Doctor one time...RIGHT? You’re not gonna throw another Ph.D. at me, are you?"

Yelena guffaws.

"No more school."

"Then it was warranted."

Kate hands one of the two flutes to Yelena. Then tilts hers against it.

"To you, Dr. Bishop."

"Thank you."

"I'm proud of you."

Yelena surveys Kate's face attentively, and after a long beat, she speaks.

"I really want to kiss you right now. Very badly."

Despite the therapy and their progress, Kate and Yelena have yet to cross certain lines again. They've held hands less than a handful of times, but they haven't kissed and they certainly haven't had sex. It's been over six months since their lips touched and ten months since they’ve made love to each other.

"Okay."

Yelena didn't think that would work or that she would get that response. She kills the glass of champagne in one gulp.

"Thank fuck."

Yelena rushes around the counter and their lips meet for the first time in what feels like a lifetime. The kiss is hungry and desperate and needy as fucking hell. There's a trail of clothes on the floor from the kitchen entrance to the bedroom within ten seconds.

The overflowing vase in the sink and the running tap are instantly overlooked.

---

They lie awake in bed, relief filling the air around them. Yelena taps Kate's chin and turns the brunette's face to look at her.

"I'm sorry."

Kate chuckles softly.

"I know."

"No, I need you to hear it an endless amount. I'm sorry. Vast majority of the time, you're an idiot and the instigator, but this mess started because of me. I'm sorry. That I dropped the ball, that I didn't meet you halfway, that I wasn't pulling my weight...mostly, I'm fucking sorry that I was horrible for a long time, but you stuck it out and I can't believe I wasn't with you that night. I can't undo that, but I want you to know that I know you deserve better and I'm going to keep trying every day to do better. I'm not going to get it right all the time but just know that I'm trying."

"I hear you."

"Good. All the years of therapy might finally be coming in handy."

A timid laugh from Kate.

"Yeah."

"I'm glad we've been going again. I think it's helped, right?"

"Yeah."

Yelena turns on her stomach to lay her chin on Kate's naked chest and look up at her.

"I'm also glad we did...THAT. I missed you...under me...and us...like this."

"Yeah."

"You're being weird."

"Am I?"

"You are. This is around the time when you say something really out of left field and inappropriate and I get annoyed that you can't take anything seriously."

Kate chuckles.

"I'm trying to get used to it again. There's nothing wrong. Promise...I'm happy and I want to be here."

Yelena places a series of soft, quick kisses on Kate's lips.

"I'm happy too. It's still weird that you haven't...been crazy yet."

Yelena smiles at Kate then leans for another kiss.

"What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know. One of your Kate-isms. Hard to believe, but I even miss those."

"Kate-isms???" Kate laughs. "What's a Kate-ism?"

"Whatever insane string of words that pour out of your mouth, more often than not, at a horrible time."

"Let's see................." Kate thinks. "Oooooooooooohhhh...I could tell you about how the folder with my nudie stash has never come in more handy??? I missed Apple and Banana more than a metric ton, but at least I had something to hold me over."

"Yeah, no, that'll do it." Yelena laughs. "I hate that you won't show me which ones you've kept."

"A gentleman must have his secrets."

"'Gentleman.' Consummate. If you at least showed me, I'd know what you prefer."

"My preference is: you, naked. That's the only requirement."

"You're full of it. You obviously have a Greatest Hits compilation, so some are evidently higher quality than others in your mind...which, by the way, it's still encrypted, right?"

"Always has been."

"Good."

"IT guys at work have no idea that the "super important, confidential files" I keep asking them to upgrade the protection on are just the Yiddies."

Yelena covers Kate's mouth with her hand.

"Go back to being quiet and weird. I like that version better."

"Fine. I'm leaving again."

Kate tries to stand from the bed, but Yelena yanks her back down.

"No. Never. We're never doing that again."

"It sucked."

"It did. Fairly certain my body can't physically produce any more tears after this year."

"Awwwww...you were crying over me?!"

"GO BACK TO BEING QUIET!"

"That's so cute tho. Show me."

"I don't know why I encouraged you."

"Was it like quiet crying or full-on sobbing? Or somewhere in between?"

"No."

"I just told you I spent this whole time going to town thinking of you and you won't even tell me how you cried? Feels unfair!"

"Okay, but do you hear the difference in experience? You spent months masturbating and I spent months crying."

"I never said I didn't cry. But I feel like that tracks tho. If we told anyone who knows us to guess, they would know who is who."

"You are NOT having a poll!"

"I didn't say I was."

"But I know your brain and you thought about it."

"FOR LIKE HALF A SECOND!"

"See? So predictable."

"So...was it ‘full sobbing with desperate wailing’ type of crying then?"

Yelena groans.

"It was 'I miss the love of my life and I don't know if I lost her for good' type of crying."

"I'm the love of your life?! Damnnnn. NEWSFLASH: Love confessions finally happened! No more guessing! Doc is definitely thirsty for me!"

"I hate you."

"The non-stop crying will contradict that assessment."

"How do I get you to shut up again?"

Kate shrugs.

"Boobs in mouth seems to have a pretty faultless record."

Yelena shakes her head.

"Am I really stuck with you forever?"

"’Til you're old and wrinkly and your nips are on the same level as your belly button."

"Kate..."

"I'LL STILL THINK YOU'RE SEXY AS FUCK!"

"I'm sure."

"...Even when we can play hacky sack with your Yiddies."

"I'm going to sew your mouth shut."

"I feel like that would ruin a lot of things...mostly the 'boobs in mouth' part."

Yelena cackles and surveys Kate's face attentively.

"You're staring at me. It's a little creepy, Doc."

"Are you gonna call me 'Doc' now?"

"If it'll get you to play Doctor with me, I will."

Yelena rolls her eyes.

"You're the reason I found a gray hair last week."

"Time to get me a younger wife then."

"You JUST said you'd love me until I was saggy and wrinkly."

"People say a lot of things..."

A grin appears on Yelena's face.

"I love you. Including all the insane bits."

Kate stares at her for a beat.

"I love you too."

It's the first time Yelena has heard Kate say it back since this started. She shouldn't feel her stomach flutter over the sound of it, but it does.

"Say it again."

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you."

"Again."

"What am I? A show monkey?"

Yelena laughs.

"No, simply love the way it sounds."

"If you want more, you're going to have to bribe it out of me, Doc."

"How would I do that?"

"I'll let you figure it out."

Yelena places a kiss on Kate's pulse point.

"Will this do it?"

"COLD! Not even close."

Yelena's right hand starts to glide down from where it rested on Kate's shoulder. It makes a pit stop on Kate's breast.

"What about this?"

"Warm, but not quite."

"Hmmmm..."

Yelena's hand keeps moving south. They linger and trace Kate's freshly resurfaced abs and her defined V line. Her fingers dip between Kate's legs and land on a particularly sensitive nerve bundle.

"This?"

"Hot. Very hot...could be hotter tho."

Kate melts under Yelena's touch.

"Say it."

"Make me."

Yelena's middle and ring finger move in a circular motion at twice the speed as they did a second ago.

"Say it."

Yelena demands firmly this time.

"I love you."

"You're greedy and needy and you can never get enough, can you?"

Kate groans a 'nu uh' that extends into a full moan when Yelena increases the speed and pressure even further. Yelena remains there for a while, but eventually, her fingers move further down, and in a single thrust, she slips two digits inside Kate.

"Fuuuuuuck...I love you."

Kate moans and leans her head to the side. Yelena takes that as an invitation to kiss her exposed neck. She moves up from her neck to Kate's ear lobe. She bites it gently, then moves up a few centimeters.

"Let's have a baby."

Yelena whispers into Kate's ear. Kate's eyes fly open and her head moves as fast as Yelena has ever seen it. Kate simultaneously leans away and turns to face her wife in order to look at her properly. There's a smile lighting up Yelena's face. Her hand never stops moving.

"What???"

"Let's start trying."

"You..." Yelena's fingers curl up and hit that very particular spot inside Kate that Yelena knows turns her wife into putty. Kate's eyes squeeze shut for a second, but she forces herself to open them again. "...FUCK...this is a very distracting way to have this conversation."

"Should I stop?"

"NO!" Kate blurts out. "No. Was just pointing...shit...was just pointing out how..." Kate bites her lip and does her best to keep a steady voice. "Fuck...this is...a great way to get good news."

Yelena laughs.

"I'll try to deliver all news this way then."

"Sounds like a great..." Kate's breath hitches when Yelena adds an extra finger. "FUCK BABY...plan. Are you sure?"

"Wouldn't have brought it up if I wasn't. We can talk specifics later, but mom and I have some ideas and some connections to an ongoing trial that’s in its early stages. No guarantees that it'll work and we'll probably need a lot of genetic material from you, but..."

"Take it. Whatever. All the genes. Up for the taking."

Kate rushes through the sentence while squirming, thanks to Yelena's touch. Yelena laughs and presses her lips against Kate's.

"Let's have a baby then."

"Mhmmmm...fuck yes."

It's unclear whether the last statement was Kate agreeing with Yelena or an outcry of pleasure, but Yelena doesn't care enough to find out.

Yelena is finally confident that they're going to be okay and that's all that matters.

#this is over 8k..............#kyfbau #anonymous #answers #kyfbaup

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『 As your boyfriend | FKBU Headcanons 』

Characters: female!reader, Kambe Daisuke, Kato Haru

Tags/warnings: Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited (anime), 18+, strong sexual references, fluff, angst, Haru's PTSD, headcanons, daddy kink and cockwarming (kind of?) for Daisuke, breeding kink for Haru *coughing intensifies*

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

A/N: Felt like writing some more for these boys because ~holy shit~ do I love them, and I maybe went a teensy bit overboard. Oopsie! 🤭 But anyway, have y'all seen episode 6?! Let's freaking gooo! (No spoilers, don't worry) Thanks for reading! Enjoy! Imo~

Kambe Daisuke

First up: daddy kink. I know it, you know it, we all know it. So let's not beat about the bush

Quite dominant and firm with you (see: daddy kink)

But he absolutely loves spoiling you

Expensive gifts, like one-of-a-kind necklaces, seductive perfumes, satin dresses, lace underwear, etc.

He loves dressing you up and showing you off

But he also loves spoiling you in bed more like ruining, I am deceased

A lot of butt grabbing in public hnng

He likes it when you don't wear any underwear because it makes for easier quickies like bent over the sink in the bathroom at his favourite club

He likes you sitting on his lap in front of people, too aye papi

American gangster vibes, honestly

He's not really one for soppy, romantic PDA, but he loves you letting people know that it's him you want and nobody else

He loves the look on people's faces when you call him 'daddy' that grin will be the death of me

Especially the look on Haru's face, lmao. He blushed like a tomato and couldn't speak a coherent sentence for a whole hour

Hickeys. Lots and lots of hickeys. And don't even think about covering them up

Daisuke loves sleeping naked and has a habit of walking around the house in just a towel when he gets out the shower fight me

He's also completely oblivious to what it does to you

A MASSIVE bed with super soft, satiny sheets. They feel like clouds uwu

He gets HEUSC to remind him of important dates, like birthdays, anniversaries, etc.

Date Ideas: Unlimited sorry, not sorry

From fancy restaurants, to exclusive movie premieres, to late night helicopter rides to the other side of the country, Daisuke can and will pay for anything if it makes you happy

He also lets you introduce him to lots of new things, like trying different kinds of street food on dates, going rowing on the pond in the park, having a go at karaoke, renting bikes and cycling round the city, going hiking at the nearest nature reserve or wilderness, etc. adorable

He's like a curious kitten when he's trying new things, putting a lot of trust in you to guide him through it

He always looks perfect in the photos you snap, even the ones he wasn't aware you were taking, and it's a lowkey frustrating that he nearly always looks prettier than you

But it's not his fault, so you'll only pout for a little while

His face is pretty hard to read most of the time, but you eventually get used to it and pick up on all his little mood indicators

His ears move when he's happy, and you can't convince me otherwise

He'll hold your heels for you when your feet hurt on a night out

He smells of leather and sandalwood, and his kisses taste of expensive whisky and cigars

He loves it when you bite his lower lip while making out

He's kind of possessive, but in a protective way

He never thought of himself as a particularly jealous person, until one night he came back to the bar and saw some other guy hitting on you the attention was definitely unwanted on your side

It made his blood boil – clenched fists, piercing glare if looks could kill

But he managed to stay calm and maturely tell the guy to get lost, with his arm snaking round your waist

Daisuke made it very clear that it wasn't you he didn't trust. It was that he didn't trust that guy – or any guy, for that matter

His favourite ~position~ is on a table or other surface with your legs over his shoulders

He's a god at eating you out

He's a god at everything in the bedroom, tbh

Saint Laurent condoms, because he's that fucking extra I'm screaming

His hair always falls out of place when you're fucking it's so hot and cute, wtf

It's a lot of glitz and glamour on the surface, but when it's just the two of you, you know just how much you mean to him

The King of Aftercare™

He used to suck at aftercare until he properly tried it. Then he realised that he needed it as much as you did le cry

Back rubs, forehead kisses, playing with your hair, soft whispers in your ear

He holds you so tightly that it gets hard to breathe, and you can feel his heart beating hard against your back

Sometimes he likes to just stay inside you after finishing

He enjoys the feeling of you around him, and honestly, you like just feeling him being inside you cockwarming, kind of?

Soft little nuzzles with his nose in his sleep even better when he's fallen asleep while still inside you

He's not perfect, but being with you makes him try to be better

Help, my heart's so full 🤧

Kato Haru

This man is a sweetie pie, honestly

Not just boyfriend material, but husband material put a ring on it, hun

Lots of home cooking, and it all tastes so good you honestly believe he could just quit being a cop and open up a restaurant

He loves cooking with you, too. It's fun bonding time

Sometimes he stands behind you and guides your hands etc. it sometimes goes a little further, if ya know what I'm saying 👀

Knows how to do all the chores and housework, and actually does his share look at my practical hubby

Random pillow fights that turn into cuddle sessions

He talks in his sleep waaahh, so cute

Sometimes it's utter nonsense, like 'Don't let the donuts escape'

Other times, it's things like, 'I love Y/N so much,' or 'Let's have babies,' while he's holding onto you, and you just melt

Spooning. So much spooning

Lots of budget date ideas, like building pillow forts, watching sunsets and stargazing from the balcony, going for hikes and runs together, going for picnics, feeding ducks at the pond, etc.

One time, a duck chased him around the pond because he had the bread, and he had to run for 20 minutes before it gave up thank God for all that cardio

The Master of Flat Pack Furniture™ – because he takes his time and actually reads the instructions

Daisuke had a ™ so Haru needed one too

Takes good care of you on your period and actually knows about different sanitary products

He smells really fresh and clean, like Imperial Leather soap and air-dried laundry as long as he hasn't been on a stakeout, lmao

He loves taking showers with you, but like, actual showers

The first and only time you had shower sex was hot and steamy until:

1. You realised that water does not a good lube make and 2. He slipped and accidentally shoved his dick in your ass instead

You fully passed out, and he was so frantic that he bundled you into the car and drove you straight to the ER you were in just a towel, might I add

You both look back on it now and laugh, but he was genuinely scared

Shower sex = never again

But he loves it when you straddle his lap and start grinding on him bonus points if you kiss his neck and run your hands through his hair

He's a pretty vanilla boy when it comes to sex, preferring positions like missionary and cowgirl, and liking a fairly even balance of power

He got super embarrassed and flustered when he finally mustered up the courage to suggest having car sex

And then even more embarrassed and flustered when you actually ended up doing it

He was blushing so hard the entire time and came really quickly, which only added to his embarrassment but you thought it was cute

He has really sensitive nipples which you use to your advantage

He absolutely loves hates it when you send him nudes or try and sext him while he's at work, because he gets a massive boner and will either have to live with it and probably get laughed at by those goobs in the office, or deal with it in the bathroom, which feels wrong to him on so many levels

Doesn't really stop you sending them though, because whenever you do, he comes home and fucks you really well

One thing that's not vanilla about him is how much he likes cumming inside you breeding kink, welcome to the party. Please take a seat

He didn't tell you about it for the longest time because he was embarrassed about it and was afraid you'd think it was gross or something please cum in me, sir

He was so relieved when you were understanding about it and open to the idea of indulging him

But he genuinely really wants kids some day he'd be a great dad

His PTSD doesn't stop him being a good boyfriend, but he's convinced that it does

Most days he seems okay, like he's over it, even

But sometimes you'll wake up in the middle of the night and find him curled up in the bath, shaking and crying into his knees my poor baby, I can't

Excuse me while I go and cry into my pillow for a while

You're his safety net

When he feels like he's drowning, you keep his head above the water until the waves eventually calm and recede, and he can breathe again

He hates putting so much on your shoulders

But you swear to him that you wouldn't want to be doing anything else, and that you're not going anywhere

This got so angsty, my heart can't take this 😭

#imo chan imagines #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #fkbu #the millionaire detective balance: unlimited #fkbu headcanons #fkbu x reader #kambe daisuke #kato haru #kambe daisuke x reader #kato haru x reader #fkbu smut #fkbu fluff #fkbu angst #i love them so much #one does not simply choose between daisuke and haru #both? both is good

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youllneverknowrac · 5 years ago

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Oscar Diaz-Run It

So have y’all ever been in a fighting mood? Cause uh I am, so I decided to write to try and get it out and all it did was make me more hyped lmfao!!! Anyways, enjoy guys!

“Why’s that bitch still texting your phone though? And why did I have to find out about it like this? Huh? Cause you got two seconds to answer me before I beat your ass and then hers.” You threaten Oscar as you pace in front of him in the living room,”Why is her fucking name popping up in your text notifications!”

“Yo, chill the fuck out! Why don’t you read the shit before trying to accuse me of anything?” Oscar says with a smack of his lips,”I told the bitch the last time to stop hitting my line, guess she didn’t get the hint.”

“Alright, let me see then.” You say and hold your hand out,”I wanna know why the fuck she thinks it’s okay to keep texting my boyfriend.”

“Read that shit then.” Oscar demands as he unlocks the phone and slaps it in your hand,”I ain’t got shit to hide.”

“I’ll decide that.” You scoff as you click on the message.

Letty:Why haven’t you been hitting me up Spooky, it’s been months? We use to be so close, you don’t want to chill with me anymore? Y/N ain’t even gotta know papi, I know you miss us. Cause I really miss what we had.

“Oh hell nah, she has me fucked up.” You say as you toss his phone back to him,”She wants to message you? When you’re mine now? Fuck no, she wants attention? She’s gonna get attention from me.” You ramble as you walk over to the hall closet and pull on your air forces,”Let me go ask her what was going through her head when she sent that.”

“Nah, you ain’t fighting.” Oscar warns as he gets up to stand in front of you,”We ain’t doing all that.”

“You wanna protect that bitch or what?” You ask angrily as you double knot your laces,”Cause I know what I’m about to go do, so if you want to try and stop it that’s telling me you’re on her side.”

“Fuck you, I ain’t on that putas side, but you ain’t fighting. Cause if you get touched I’ma get heated.” Oscar says before sighing deeply and looking for his own sneakers in the closet now,”Man, just rock her shit if it comes down to it. I don’t need to be hitting no fucking female.”

“I ain’t looking for a fight per se but if she feeling froggy we can throw down no issue.” You shrug nonchalantly,”She better not get too loud either, cause if she’s in arms reach she’s definitely getting popped on the mouth.”

“You ain’t gotta tell me, I know. Trust me.” Oscar hypes you up, following behind as you walk out the front door and to the house that was three lots over.

“You texting my man!?” You scream as you push open the rusted gate to her yard as you find her and one of her homegirls sitting on the steps,”What’s up? You want to be our friend? Cause we can all be in a group chat and send emojis and shit.” You add as you come to a stop in front of her, both girls standing to their feet quickly.

“Girl you’re trippin, it ain’t even serious like that. Just go home, I’m too old for this childish back and fourth.” Letty says with a scowl and flip of her hair, her friend laughing at that.

“You think something’s funny? Cause we can run it too.” You threaten as you take a step back and throw your arms up in exaggeration,”You’re not going to keep disrespecting me or my relationship, so tell me what you wanna do. You wanna squash the shit right now and I’ll leave you be or are you going to keep texting Oscar? Be straight up.”

“I’m grown, I’ll do what I want. If I want to text my homeboy, I’m going to do that.” She responds as her friend takes a step forward in your direction.

“My bitch isn’t fighting, if you wanna fight you can fight me.” She interjects before you can speak.

“Bet, let me tell your right now though that I ain’t fighting fair.” You say with a small nod before you reach your hand out and quickly snatch her by the bun,”Should have...let your...friend fight bitch.” You manage to get out in breaths as your other hand comes out to hit the back of her head a few times,”Stupid ass bitch!” You say as you bring your knee up to her face one time.

“Aye, back the fuck up.” You hear Oscar threaten Letty as she steps closer, her hand grabbing the back of your shirt and pulling.

“I’m just trying to break it up!” She defends as you continue to throw blows to the back of her friends head,”Tell her to stop already, all she’s doing is pulling her fucking hair out.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” Oscar defends as he grabs her by the arms and pulls her back,”Touch her again if you want, go ahead.”

“Fuck.” She says with a shaky voice as she bounces on her feet nervously,”Alright enough Paula!” She groans as she goes to her friend and pulls her back,”Stop trying to hit back, you’re face is leaking girl.”

“You done?” You ask out of breath as you step back into Oscar clumsily and wipe your forehead quickly with your sleeve, a few of the neighbors sitting out on their porch now,”Cause we can go again if you want to.”

“I ain’t with that hair pulling sh...”She tries to lie before you shove her by the shoulders roughly.

“Well I am, so what do you want to do about it? We can go again though if you want, no hair pulling.” You offer

“I’m good bitch, ima catch you next time.” She try’s to threaten.

“Nah ain’t no next time, you can fight my girl right now or never. Y’all ain’t gonna get this chance again, cause next time I’m gonna be the one throwing hits.” Oscar says as he points in between the three of y’all,”So say whatever needs to be said so this shit can be done.”

“You came to my yard, what do you want to do bitch?” Letty says as she ties her hair up,”You ain’t about to make me look like a pussy. Ain’t no pussy in my blood bitch, hit m...”

SMACK

“Watch how you talk to me and step forward.” You smirk after you bring your hand back from slapping the fire out of her soul, not being able to stop the dry laugh that left your lips,”Let’s throw down already man, I just smacked you. Come fight me, you were just talking a big game so let’s go.”

“Let’s go then bitch!” She says as her hand comes out to scratch down your cheek and neck,”Don’t come on my yard talking all that shit.” She huffs as she grabs you by the hair and brings you down to the gravel, getting one good hit in before you flip her over and straddle her waist.

“Make them get up, not no ground shit!” Paula shouts to Oscar,”Tell your bitch to get off!”

“Fuck you.” Oscar replies with a wave of his hand as you began to bring your fist down repeatedly on her face,”This is their fight, let them run it how they want.”

“Keep...fucking...with my...man.” You groan as you grow sluggish in between hits, your arms growing tired as you slow down not even 45 seconds later.

“Alright, get her off of me already!” She screeches from underneath you.

“Weak ass bitch.” You huff as you use her body to help you stand up after giving her one final hit,”Try me again if you want. I’m always down for a round.” You say as you place your hands on your hips, looking up at the sky as you catch your breath.

“We’re straight, go the fuck home already.” Letty says as she stands to her feet and fixes her top.

“Nah, ima talk my shit and then I’ll go home.” You say before taking in a deep breath.

“Why you so pressed? Oscar use to be in my inbox first, he was in my messages hitting me up to fuck. So check his ass.”

“That was before Y/N, Pinche pass around I didn’t have to ask for shit.” Oscar says with a clenched jaw as he looks away, grabbing the blunt from his ear and lighting it up,”Y’all hurry and finish this shit up already.”

“All he did was hit you up to fuck? That’s it?” You ask rhetorically as you Ignore Oscar,”He didn’t give you money? Treat you like his baby? Feed you? Give you any real time? Did he even give you some weed? All he did was flirt and fuck and you felt something special with him?” You laugh with a clap of your hands,”Cause baby he does all that for me and then some cause I’m his women. I’m going to always be his just like he’s always going to be mine, cause I’m not going anywhere. Ever. So think about that the next time you get it in your head to text him. You know where I stay, so if you’re ever feeling like you got some balls again just come find me.”

“Girl bye, I’m not gonna stand here all day and listen to you.” Is all she says as she turns on her feet and heads inside with her friend, her screen door slamming shut as her feelings grow hurt.

“Are we good here?” Oscar asks after taking a hit,”Can we go home now?”

“Yup.” You say with a swing of your arms,”I made my point, did I not?”

“More than made it.” He laughs as he follows you back to the Diaz household,”Bitches be bonkers.”

“Bitches be bonkers.” You agree as you glance back at him.

“Aye on some real shit though mami, what was with that hair pulling shit? I’ve never seen you really do that before.”

“Cause she’s a catty bitch, so I’m sure her friends are too. So I had to be cattier, I mean look at my fucking face. Bitch scratched the fuck out of me.” You explain with a eye-roll,”That’s why Letty has a big ass knot on her forehead now, you’re not gonna mess up my face and think shits finna be cool.”

“I understand, but on some even realer shit I’d never entertain another female. Not when I got you. None of these girls are even on your level, and not just physically. You’re it for me ma, you’re all I’m going to ever want.”

“I know, but I still get mad when bitches try to come in between us. That they think they could even have a real shot with you, I can’t help but want to knock some sense into them.” You laugh as you head up the steps,”Fuuuuck, I’m so tired. I can’t fight back like I did in high school.”

“I know when I got into it with those Prophets the other day I thought my back was going to give out.” He chimes in with a chuckle,”It’s only been a couple of years since then, should we feel this old?”

“Fuck if I know.” You shrug as you kick off your shoes by the door,”I mean all we do is smoke and eat junk food. We’re not the ideal picture of health.”

“Fuck all that, I still got hands. These are certified. One punch and you out.” He says as he throws out a quick playful jab your way.

“Shut up stupid.” You laugh with a shake of your head,”Don’t get cocky now.”

“Aye well you got your adrenaline out, I didn’t have that chance.” Oscar says as he delivers a hard smack to your ass,”You gone have to help me out.”

“Oh you want me to knock you on your ass too?” You joke as you swat him away,”Go down to the next street, I’m sure you can take your adrenaline out on one of those Barney looking mother fuckers.

“I’m thinking of other ways to get it out.”

“Oh I know what you’re thinking, but if you would have blocked the bitch when I told you too, I wouldn’t have to had get in a fight today. So you’re not getting shit today. That’s your punishment for not listening to me when I warn you about these thirsty girls.”

“Really mami?” Oscar complains as he follows you to the bathroom door,”You can’t leave me like this.”

“Yes I can.” You smile sweetly as you shut the door and lock it,”Next time you’ll listen!” You call out after starting the water, Oscar grumbling to himself before trudging to the bedroom to fling himself on the bed. Not going to complain about anything for the rest of the day so he won’t make you upset, not ever wanting to be on the receiving end of his girls hands after seeing that you still had a bit of fight left in you.

If you liked this make sure to show it some love <3

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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 5 years ago

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Dominic Mysterio X Reader

AN: Happy birthday to @mysteriofamily-dommy !! I hope you like it!

Summary: Kaelyn hasn’t seen Dominic since they were Kids, but when he gets drafted to smack down where she is they finally reconnecte. (Fluff and Smut)

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“SMALL FRY!” I heard a Australian voice say as strong arms wrapped around my mid section picking me up.

“BUDDY!” I yelled as he put me down, my arms immediately wrapping him up in a hug. “I can’t believe your back on Smackdown!” I said excitedly. Buddy had helped me with training and we were really good friends, but when he got drafted to RAW last year and he joined Seth Rollins I hadn’t gotten to see him much.

“I know. I’m so happy to be back here, all though I wish I could have left my problems back on Raw.” He mumbled that last part and I sighed. Seth Rollins and the Mysterio family had been drafted as well, witch meant Buddy would have to deal with it all.

“I’m sorry Buddy, but I know you can beat the shit out of Seth. I’ve got to go get ready,but I’ll se you soon.” I said excusing myself. What he didn’t know was that I wasn’t getting ready, not yet anyways. Instead I was going to see one of my only friends I’ve had longer the buddy. Someone I hadn’t seen in years.

Dominic Mysterio.

“Hey Corey! You seen the Mysterios?” I asked as I saw Corey and Michael getting ready to do a check for mics.

“I think they have a personal locker room near the back of the building.” He said looking up from his notes for the show. “Why do you want to know?” He asked. Not in a rude way, but in more of genuine confusion.

“Just want to see an old friend.” I said as I walked towards where Corey had instructed. As I walked down the hall I started to worry. What if Dominic has completely forgotten about me? I didn’t want to bother them.

I stood in front of the door that said Mysterio on it. I lifted my arm to knock on the door but froze. I could chicken out, go get ready and ignore the fact they were here. I started lowering my hand when the door flew open causing me to jump.

“I’m sorry! Are you ok?” I looked forward to see señor Mysterio. Standing there a worried look on his face.

“Oh no I’m sorry! I’m fine thank yo-“

“Kaelyn!” I jumped again as he cut me off. “I’m sorry I keep scaring you! But it’s vary good to see you.” He said a big smile on my face.

“It’s good to see you to! I actually was afraid you guys wouldn’t remember me.” I said chuckling nervously.

“We would never forget you. Come in come in!” He said rushing me in the locker room. “Dominic and Aaliyah aren’t hear right now but I’m sure they will be excited to see you!” He explained as we walked in.

I wasn’t the biggest star, and had never been in a personal locker room before. It was vary similar to how I remember there home being. Neat and inviting. Angie looked up from where she was sitting, and lit up when she saw me.

“Kaelyn! How are you dear!” She asked standin and walking over to me.

“I’m good thank you. How are you?” I asked as she pulled me into a hug.

“Oh I’ve been better! There’s about a million other things I could be doing on Friday but oh well!” She said said pulling back with a big smile. “Dominic and Aaliyah should be here soon, that ran to catering. Oh look at you! All grown up! And wrestling!”

“Angie, give her a moment to breath.” Rey said setting a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh fine.” She said winking at me causing me to chuckle. “But tell us Kaelyn, how is everything?”

“It’s good. I’ve been on Smakdown a little over a year now. I’m still trying to solidify myself as part of the main roster.” I explained. “How about you? Are you happy to have been moved to smackdown?”

“It would be better if Rollins and Murphy hadn’t been as well, but what are you gonna do.” Rey said shrugging. I stiffened a bit at the mention of buddy.

“Papi we’re back.” I hare as the door was opened. I looked I’ve run shoulder to see Dominic and Aaliyah wall in. I couldn’t help the smile on my face when I saw them, if I was being completely honest with myself I had always had a bit of a crush on Dominic.

“Hi!” I said causing them to look up at me. Aaliyah got a big smile, and Dominic ran up to me, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Kaelyn! I was hoping I’d see you!” He said spinning me around as I was in his arms.

“I’m glad to see you too.” I said as he finally released me. Aaliyah came up giving me a smaller hug after.

“It great to see you.” She said as she pulled away.

“As much as I would love to stay and chat, I do need to get going. I have a match tonight I need to get ready for.” I said waving as I made my way to the door.

“We’ll be cheering you on!” Rey said as I left. I made it about 10 feet down the hall when I heard a door and footsteps running towards me.

“Kaelyn wait up!” Dominic called causing me to stop.

“What’s up?” I asked smiling.

“I want to ask you, um, if you wanted to maybe, go to dinner after the show?” He asked scratching the side of his neck.

“Sure, would it be all over us-“

“Actually, I was thinking, just you and me, if that’s ok with you.” he said bitting his lip nervously. My eyes went wide when I realized what he was asking.

“Dominic, are you asking me out on a date?” I asked brows frowning.

“Depends on what your answer is.”

I smiled and nodded my head. “I would love to go to dinner with you.” I said causing him to smile as well.

“Great! I’ll let you get ready now. Good luck.” He said quickly bending down, kissing my cheek, and running off. My hand moved up to where he kissed, my fingers rubbing over the skin.

“Wow.” I whispered turning around and walking away.

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I sat in the outside of the ring, my hands pulling at my hair a bit. This was my 5th loss in a row. It wasn’t just any match ether, it was a contenders match for the women’s title, and I blew it. Nikki was doing her thing in the ring when the music stoped suddenly and changed.

I recognized it immediately as Seths music. Nikki watched him make his way down the ramp and when he started towards me she jumped out of the ring and ran up towards backstage.

I stared to scoot away from Seth but I was back to back with a wall, I had no where to go.

“Kaelyn, Kaelyn. You have no reason to be afraid. I’m simply here to talk. I know you’ve been having trouble lately, and I want to help. You could join me, and within a few weeks, be the Womens champion. All you have to do is say yes.” He said sticking out his hand to me.

My eyes jumped around us, hoping to see something to help me, but I was in my own. “It’s not that hard of a decision, just say yes.” He said taking another step towards me. I just looked at him. If I said no, I wouldn’t put it above him to attack me himself.

“Kaelyn, just say ye-“ but he was cut of as someone attacked him, causing him to fall over. I looked to see Buddy attacking Seth. I stood up quickly and attempted to get the hell out of there but Seth caught my leg, causing me to fall. I felt something in my leg pop, and a horrible pain rushed through it.

My eyes squeezed shut as I tried to hold in the tears. “Kaelyn!” I looked up and saw Dominic and Aaliyah running down the ramp. I looked over my shoulder and Seth had Buddy in the ground as he punched him.

Dominic ran up and started hitting Seth, getting a few hits in on Buddy. Once a ref pulled him off Seth he went over to me and picked me up. “Dom, I’ve got it-“

“No. Your ankle is hurt.” He said as he stood up holding me. He turned to see Aaliyah helping Buddy up. “Aaliyah....”

“Don’t!” She said shooting him a look as she loped her arm around Buddy to help him walk. We made our way backstage to the medic, no one saying anything.

When we finally got there Dominic set me down on a couch. He turned towards Buddy glaring at him. “Why did you go out there?”

“Me? How about you? I went out to help my friend.” He said pointing at me, causing Dominic to laugh.

“Ya right. There’s no way she’s your friend, she’s practically a Mysterio.” They both glared at me then looked at me.

“Your friends with him!?” They both asked at the same time.

“Buddy, I’ve know Dominic and the Mysterios since I was about 14. Dominic, Buddy helped train me and we traveled together for a while.” I explained.

“Kaelyn, do you know what he’s done to my family?” Dominic asked.

“That was Seth. I’ve know Buddy longer then this has been going on.” I said shrugging. “And hasn’t he proven he’s sorry. He apologized, forced Seth to apologize to Aaliyah, and he helped me.” I explained.

Dominic sighed, eyeing Buddy. “Murphy, thank you for helping Kaelyn.” He mumbled. Buddy nodded and looked to me.

“If you need anything you know how to get ahold of me.” He said walking away. Aaliyah ran after him, and Dominic started to say something but I set my hand on his arm.

“Leave her be.” I whispered. He smiled down at me and sat next to me.

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“Witch movie?” Dominic asked from where he was standing looking through some dvds. I was on the bed, my ankle propped up on a pillow.

“Ummm, the 6th sense?” I offered and me nodded pulling it out and putting it in. As it got started he climbed into the bed next to me.

“Not really the first date I had in mind.” He sighed his head readying on mine.

“I think it’s perfect.” I said taking his hand. We sat watching the movie, him practically holding me. At some point we shifted and now I was sitting in his lap, our lips locked together. My hands were resting on his shoulders and his wrapped around my hips.

As we made out I could feel him getting hard against me leg causing me to moan quietly. He pulled away looking down at me. “We should stop, your hurt.” He said his lips slightly red from the kiss.

“I have a sprained ankle. I’m fine.” I said shifting slightly against his bulge, causing him to grown, his face falling into my neck. “Please Dom, I want this.” I whispered. He looked up at me and nodded.

After a few moments I was laying in the bed, him over me both of us naked. “Are you ready?” He asked, both of us breathing hard. I nodded and he started to push in, causing my back to arch.

“Dom..” I moaned as he settled all the way in. We sat there, the only sound was our breathing. I pulled his head up so I could kiss him again, and he took that as a sign to move.

At first it was slow thrust but it speed up as we went on. “Dom..” I cried as I started getting closer.

“Kaelyn your so beautiful.” He mumbled kissing at me neck.

“Please Dom, I’m gona cum..” I said as a knote formed in my stomach.

“Do it Kaelyn.” He encouraged causing me to shake and finally cum. Dom thrust a few more times before pulling out and cumming on my stomach.

He collapsed next to me pulling me into his arms. “Kaelyn, I love you..” he whispered, kissing my head.

“I love you too Dom.

#fanfiction #wwe #wrestling #request #dominick mysterio #rey mysterio #buddy murphy #seth rollins #smut #fluff

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starrenorth · 4 years ago

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Here comes a short description of my fic When kids grow up and a preview of chapter one:

The haikyuu boys have grown up into adults and are enjoying the family bliss with their teenage kids. However, it is well known that when teenagers start their journey into adulthood, life can turn quite chaotic and troublesome for everyone involved...

Chapters: 7/?

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Underage

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Shimizu Kiyoko/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto Koutarou, Kozume Kenma, Kuroo Tetsurou, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Tendou Satori, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Azumane Asahi, Nishinoya Yuu, Terushima Yuuji, Hanamaki Takahiro, Matsukawa Issei

Additional Tags: Family, Family Fluff, Family Drama, Parenthood, Post-Time Skip, Family Dynamics, Teen Angst, Teenage Drama, Rival Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Underage Drinking, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Established Relationship, Mild Sexual Content, Mild Language, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Parents, Marriage, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Married Couple, Married Life, Teenagers, Teen Romance

Series: Part 1 of the chaotic life of the Haikyuu boys and their teenage kids.

Chapter 1 - summary:

- Iwaizumi Eiko is secretly dating Ushijima Ryouta, the son of her father´s most despised rival, behind her fathers' backs.

Eiko couldn’t help but admire how cute her boyfriend looked where he sat moping. She crawled over to him and took his face in her hands. “Ushiiii” she cooed again, nudging his nose playfully with hers. “Pleeease?” And when she placed a kiss at the corner of his mouth, his resistance melted away quicker than snow on a hot day. And before she knew it, he was laying on top of her, their lips pressed together.

“You´re so damn beautiful, you know that?” Ryouta murmured, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Oh I know,” Eiko answered shamelessly.

An amused chuckle found its way out of Ryouta´s throat. “No need for me to say it then it seems.”

Smiling, she tilted her head and blinked innocently at him with her lashes. “What? Did you expect me to argue against you? Thank you for stating the obvious?”

Laughing, Ryouta gazed down at Eiko in complete awe. “So this is what you get for trying to show your girlfriend some appreciation. Remind me to never try and compliment you again.”

She smirked. “Don´t get me wrong – I appreciate your sweet words. I´m just reminding you that I do not need them to know that I´m fucking gorgeous.”

“Wow princess. You have rendered me speechless.”

“In the words of my sometimes very wise father: ´Never let anyone but yourself determine your worth, especially if that person is an Ushijima´.”

“Very wise indeed,” Ryouta chimed in cheekily. “And has he said anything about dating one then?”

Eiko grinned sheepishly at him, eyes sparkling mischievously. “No. But I´m pretty confident in what he would say.

“You know princess, judging by that expression of yours, I´d almost dare say that you´re only using me so you can piss off your father the day he gets on your nerves,” he said smirking.

“My father gets on my nerves often. And when he does, I simply tell him that I´m considering transferring to Shiratorisawa and he will ignore me for a whole day. So there´s really no need for me to tell him about you…yet anyways.”

“And when will you?” he asked jokingly, but the sincerity in his question shone through nonetheless. This was not the first time he had brought it up.

“Tell me Ryo, do you have a death wish or something?” Eiko laughed half-nervously. “Or do you just want to make it official so you can brag to your father that you managed to secure an Oikawa?”

Knowing that this conversation wouldn’t lead anywhere, Ryouta just gave Eiko a lazy smile and continued to kiss her. But when the sound of a door suddenly being slammed open rumbled through the house, they both froze.

“Shit!” Eiko swore through clenched teeth as the distant bickering of two familiar male voices reached their ears. She quickly pushed Ryota off her. “My dads. You need to get out!”

“Get out?! But my shoes are downstairs.”

“That is the least of your concern right now!” she spat out. “I´ll bring them to school tomorrow.”

“Are you fucking kidding me!?”

“No, get out before my father storms in here.”

“Doesn’t he knock? Can´t you just tell him not to walk in? That you’ll be down in a second?”

“You clearly don’t know my father very well.”

“And who´s fault is that?” he said, narrowing his eyebrows accusingly at her.

“We´re not having this conversation now. Hurry up and get out before he finds us in here and kills us both!”

“But how?!”

“Through the window.”

He glared at her discontentedly, eyebrows raised high in his forehead. “The window? Really Eiko?”

Panic rose in Eiko´s chest as the humming sound from her father closed in as he ascended the stairs.

“Yes, the window! Are you deaf Ushiwaka? Get out!”

Ryouta gave her a displeased look but realized that this wasn’t the right time to argue.

“You owe me for this Princess,” Ryouta said as she roughly heaved him out on the roof.

“Yeah yeah,” she agreed before quickly shutting the window after him. The moment after her door shot open with a loud bang.

“Yoohooo! Guess who´s back home! and we brought dinner!”

Her father, Iwaizumi Tooru, former Oikawa, stood in the opening with two plastic bags in either hand and a big smile on his face.

“I thought you were going to eat out tonight?” Eiko said trying not to sound as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

“We were,” her father´s mirthful voice rang. He put his hand behind his head and grinned sheepishly. “But I may have mixed up the dates, so your dad is not very happy with me right now. And sure, I can understand why he would be upset, but you should have heard the rude things he said to me! And he continued to lecture me all the way home – even after we had picked up food at Momoya´s instead, which If you ask me is better anyways.”

Eiko had no problem at all imagining the words her father Hajime must have used. After all these years, she had probably heard them all. “Sounds well-deserved if you ask me. Dad had been looking forward to that date you know.”

“Ei-chan! And here I thought that you, my sweet and perfect daughter would take my side. But you´re just as cold-hearted and judgmental as your father.” He answered with a pout.

Eiko stared at her father and shook her head in disbelief at how a man of forty-five could act so childish. Probably because he still denied the fact that he was growing old, arguing that he was `no more than twenty-five in mind. ´ More like fifteen if you asked her. But to be perfectly honest, more often than less she enjoyed her father´s youthful spirit. Because although he could be a bit overbearing at times, there was nothing she couldn’t talk to him about. Or well, almost at least – Ryouta was the exception to the rule, but for obvious reasons. There was no other man that his father despised as much as Ushijima Wakatoshi, so she knew that he would not take the news about her and Ryouta dating well. Which was stupid, because besides his physique and talent for volleyball Ryouta was nothing like his stoic and blunt father Wakatoshi.

Thinking about her boyfriend, Eiko´s thoughts wandered back to the fact that she actually had forced him out of her window. And she suddenly felt incredibly annoyed with her father. Had he known some boundaries, Ryouta could have hidden in her room until they had gone to bed, but no. He had just stormed into her room like a pompous king with no regard of what she might have been doing.

“Hey Ei-chan, what´s up with that cross look on your face right now? You will get wrinkles like Iwa-chan if you keep furrowing your eyebrows like that. And that´s not cute at all. Although, your dad is still the second most handsome man in the world, after me of course.”

Normally, Eiko didn’t mind her father´s presumptuous comments, mostly because her own utterances tended to have a similar nature, but right now – already stressed and irritated – she couldn’t help her annoyance from spilling out: “Have you ever thought about knocking papi?”

“Knocking?” he asked, eyebrows raised in both surprise and confusion before his face formed an amused expression. “Tell me Ei-chan, why would you suddenly want me to knock? Got something you wish to hide from me?” he added with a wink.

She crossed her arms defiantly. “No, but some privacy would be nice once in a while.”

Tooru´s eyes narrowed slightly at that and when he eyed her suspiciously Eiko remembered just how intimidating her otherwise childish father could be. “Privacy you say…so there is something you´re trying to hi-”

Luckily for Eiko, her father did not have the time to finish his sentence before a darker and rougher voice cut him off: “Oi, are you bullying my daughter again shittykawa?” Her father Iwaizumi Hajime appeared in the doorway; a small grin visible on his face.

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Wash Day Delight Pt. 6

Rating: General Audiences

WARNINGS: None

Fandom: Undertale (Video Game)

Relationships: (Papyri Harem) Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale) & Reader, Papyrus (Underfell) & Reader

Characters: Papyrus (Undertale), Reader, Blue (US Sans), and Mentions of Other AU Skeletons

Additional Tags: Reader Is Not Frisk (Undertale), Reader Is Not Chara (Undertale), reader is poc, Reader has curly hair, Undertale Monsters on the Surface, Friendship, Wholesome, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I'm Bad At Summaries, Not Beta Read, Romance if you squint, Subtext, Let Papyrus be Sassy, Edge Is The Unwilling Dad Friend, Idiots in Love, Fluff and Humor, Slice of Life, Blue Is A Little Shit, I Love Him For It

If you prefer, you can read this fic on AO3.

*Reader, it's time to learn how to be spoiled!

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It had been a mad rush after confirming she would be going to the skeleton household today. Or at least she rushed as much as she could and thankfully her muscles were loosening up the more she moved. While she was going over to bathe and do her hair, she refused to not at least freshen up a bit. She did just that best she could with a damp rag, some soap, and deodorant. A quick splash of water on her face and she deemed herself fresh enough for now. Grabbing a towel, she patted herself dry before she began her multitasking adventure to get dressed and pack her “overnight” bag.

Eyes raking over her counter, taking in all her products, she found herself blanking on just what products she should go with today. Usually, she had more time to choose at her leisure. She couldn’t realistically drag everything with her. Okay, maybe that wasn’t so true anymore considering the things she has seen the skeletons store in their inventory decks. Just how that worked she still had no clue. Monster tech and magic was amazing.

“I’ll just go with what my hair needs,” she decided and looking into her mirror, she scrutinized her locks and looked for any obvious damage. Next, she reached a hand up to feel at her curls and pulled one to see how well it sprung back. Last, she checked her scalp and found some build up, but thankfully no dandruff patches on the skin she could see. “Moisture and clarify it is,” she stated her final decision and quickly plucked the needed items and product. She added her body soap, butter, and scrub as well.

With the toiletries out the way, she dashed back out to her room and placed the bag on her bed. Her legs burned each time she had to bend over to collect strewn clothes and her arms twinged as she chucked said garments into her hamper. Floor cleared, she picked out her change of clothes for later--just something comfy to lounge in--and threw on something quick for now. It didn’t match, but oh well. Not like she’d be wearing it for long.

She’d skipped wearing a bra. She had no plans to wear a bra period today and that was not changing! Running around her apartment and completing little chores, she found herself reneging on the decision. She was going over to someone’s house. Why did it feel rude to skip an undergarment? Papyrus was her best friend and she was cool with the rest. Some little voice reminded her that it was a house full of men she was going to. Skeleton men mind you, but men nonetheless. Foot tapping as she put away her last cleaned dish, she huffed with a little stomp of her foot before marching back into her room.

“A bralette should do,” she sighed as she dug out an acceptable compromise. It would be enough to appease the surprising prude in her. No sense in torturing herself when she was supposed to be relaxing. The girls now contained, she slipped her shirt back on, and checked her phone for the time. Time had really flown and she only had a few more minutes. She spent those last few minutes stripping her bed and replacing the sheets, pillow covers, and comforter with a new set. She would start a load of laundry, but horror stories of fires starting or soapy flooding from unattended machines held her back. She’d just have to do it tomorrow.

Smoothing out the sheets and arranging her pillows one last time, she nodded in satisfaction before checking her phone once again. Time was up. Grabbing her bag, she left her room to wait in the living room. Blue and Pap were quite proud of their punctuality and the two would be here any minute surely. Minutes ticked by while she busied herself on her phone. She’d even gotten a text back from Coffee confirming he was fine drawing a better reference for her, so long as she modeled for him. Well, she was going over anyway, why not? She agreed and all he sent back was a smiley face emoji. It was somehow intimidating. How? She had no clue. Maybe she should have asked for details.

Her eyes wandered to the clock on her screen. Sighing, she pushed her irritation and worry aside. She wondered if this would become a trend. The reasonable part of her knew the two could not always be expected to be perfect all the time. No one is perfect. Consistent, but not perfect. “But would it kill them to send a text at least,” she griped as she stretched out on the couch so as to avoid pacing and working nerves. Placing her phone down face down on the floor beside her, she settled and closed her eyes. She focused on the sound of her house settling around her and nature just past her walls.

She stayed like that, nearly dozing off, until a knock at her balcony door had her jolting awake and gasping as a shock of pain shot through her stiffened body. Sitting up, she peeked over the back of the couch with squinting eyes. She was sure she very much resembled a gremlin poking its head up at that moment. Chuckling at the amusing image that painted, she let her expression relax as she saw her two escorts waiting to be let in.

It took a minute to get up and open the door for them with her muscles having stiffened up. From the look the two were giving her, she guessed it was obvious how much she was struggling.

“PAPYRUS, WHAT DID YOU AND EDGE DO TO HER?!” Blue fretted, gloved hands reaching out to steady her and take some of her weight. His big, round eyelights were a bit wobbly as they flitted from her face to down her body. Did she look that bad?

“I’m fine, Blue,” she assured with a little laugh, “Just a little stiff and sore.” He didn’t look convinced and Papyrus was looking worried now as well. Oh no. “Seriously, guys! I’m fine! Or I will be, humans just take time to recover from a hard workout like those two gave me last night,” she elaborated, hoping she wouldn’t have to go into the details about human muscles and how they work. She just wanted her spa day to start. Silence greeted her and she looked between the two as they shared a long look before nodding. “Guys-!!!?” Her question was cut off with a surprised yelp as large skeletal hands gripped her under her armpits and lifted her off the ground.

“IT HAS BEEN DECIDED!” Papyrus declared as he carried back over to the couch and deposited her on the cushions. “TO MAKE UP FOR AND REWARD YOU FOR LAST NIGHT, YOU WILL NOT LIFT A FINGER TODAY,” he stated it with such confidence. She swore she saw sparkles around him.

Dumbfounded, she could only stare as Blue piped in with just as much enthusiasm. “YUP! WE’LL TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING!” he was already moving and she could hear him rifling in her kitchen, “AND WE’LL START WITH THE CHORES THAT YOU WERE PLANNING TO DO BEFORE HEADING TO THE HOUSE.” Chores? They were actually going to do them for her? Seriously? Her lips parted to assure them they really didn’t have to, but a warm mug filled with chocolatey goodness and marshmallows shoved into her hands stunned her into silence again.

“YES. SO, JUST RELAX,” Papyrus had knelt down to be on eye level with her after taking the throw blanket from off the back of her couch and wrapping it loosely around her shoulders. “LET US TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING.” The words were a request, but the tone was a command. Breaking away from his eyelights, she stared down into her mug as she thought it over. She wasn’t used to having things done for her. More specific, she wasn’t used to being spoiled. She knew how to take care of herself by the time she was eight and even take care of her siblings in some cases.

Naked phalanges entered her vision before the digits gently tipped her head back up by her chin. Forced to look into Papyrus’s imploring sockets, she worried at her lip. “Let Me Take Care Of You, Please?” Oh. Oh no. That should be illegal. She could feel warmth blooming in her chest and she hoped the gods would be merciful enough to not let her fluster show.

A deep breath in and slowly let out, she offered an unsteady smile, “Okay, Papi.” Papyrus practically lit up the room with his pleased smile. She was doing good until someone cleared their throat and suddenly she remembered that they were not alone. There went any hopes that she wasn’t a blushing mess. She regretted peaking at Blue from the corner of her eye as he had quite possibly the biggest shit eating grin on his skull as he sent her waggled his brows teasingly. She drowned her embarrassment in hot chocolate in hopes the mug was big enough to hide away her burning cheeks.

Blue must have felt merciful today as he asked for a quick rundown of what needed to be done and she filled them in. He hummed, eyelights rolling to the ceiling, “SHOULDN’T TAKE MORE THAN AN HOUR THEN. MAYBE LESS!” He waved to Papyrus, urging him to get up and get started, “LET’S GET STARTED!” Blue’s sockets seemed to curve as that teasing lilt returned, “PAPI~!” She about choked on her hot chocolate. That little sh-! Hiding her pout behind the mug, she sent a little glare the gremlin’s way and he just beamed innocently like he had done nothing wrong.

The nickname had started as a play on his usual nickname “Papy” and it stuck after she found she couldn’t stop herself from pronouncing that way after one too times. Whether Papyrus was even aware of the word play was unknown, but Blue, Cash, Mal, and Wine had made it obvious they knew what she was saying. And all of them loved teasing her for it.

Papyrus patting her knee brought her out of her brooding as he agreed they should get started and gave her one more firm reminder to stay put and if she needs anything, to call for them. With that, she was left to nurse her hot chocolate as the two bustled around her home and every now and then they would ask where something was or went. Comfortable chatter filled her small home. At some point, Papyrus traded her empty mug with a simple breakfast of steamed rice and a fried egg. Something so simple somehow tasted so much better in that moment. She ended up dozing off after that and they didn’t wake her until it was time to go.

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Blue had been the one to gently nudge her awake, “We’re All Done, Sleeping Beauty,” he teased. An amused laugh burst past his teeth as the sleeping human swatted at his hand and tried to turn away. All she accomplished was smooshing her face into the fabric of the couch she laid on and right in the little wet spot that had formed from her drool. Edge had once told them that cats sometimes drool when they are very content. If humans are anything like felines, then he was flattered she felt so comfortable around them, but he needed her to wake up. He’d rather not move her in her sleep and have her disoriented and confused at the drastic change in scenery.

He poked a gloved phalange into her cheek firmly, “YOUR SPA DAY IS WAITING,” he urged. She only made a disgruntled little noise, brows pinching and eyelashes twitching. “PAPYRUS CAN’T SPOIL YOU IF YOU DON’T WAKE UP~” he goaded, voice low so his fellow skeleton didn’t hear. Papyrus was currently finishing up folding the dressings for her bed. She mumbled something incoherent and he blew a raspberry before finally just pinching her cheek and pulling. That did it as her eyes flew open and she jerked to an upright position with a noticeable cringe. Whoops. He just offered an apologetic smile as she leveled an irritated glare his way.

Soon enough, her glare eased and she looked around curiously, “Y’all are done already?” There was disbelief in her voice.

“YUP,” Blue just shrugged and grinned as he straightened up. A little magic goes a long way. Normally, Papyrus would have been against using magic to speed through chores, but he was just as eager to start their human’s spa day. It was honestly adorable seeing the two interact and he felt a little bad for his brother. He had some stiff competition. Heh… “stiff.” He snorted at his little inside joke and found herself snorting again at the confused and concerned expression she was currently wearing. He waved off her concern, “SO, ARE YOU READY TO GO?”

Her eyes narrowed as she lifted a brow, but didn’t dig or push him to explain. Instead, she sighed and gestured to her abandoned bag on the floor next to her sofa. “As ready I think,” she answered, voice a little unsure.

“DO YOU THINK YOU FORGOT SOMETHING? I COULD GET IT FOR YOU,” he offered as he picked up her bag and set it on the couch just beside her. He watched as she took a moment to think. She was worrying her lip again and he clicked his teeth to get her attention. As soon she was looking, he gestured to his mouth and she reluctantly released her abused lip.

“Thanks, Blue,” she laughed as he just gave her a thumbs up, “but I’m honestly not sure. I tried to cover all my bases and packed as much as I could without taking my whole house with me…” He could feel that the bag was heavy. Did humans need so much to take care of their hygiene? Or was it simply because it was a special occasion?

“WHAT HAVE YOU PACKED SO FAR?” he questioned, nudging the bag curiously.

“Shampoo and conditioner obviously. But my hair was looking a little dry so I included a hair mask. Then I have my leave-ins, oils… stuff for bathing…” she trailed off as she listed what she could remember throwing in the bag, squinting at said object as she spoke like it could tell her what it contained.

Meanwhile, he could feel his eyelights swelling as she continued, “GOLLIE! AND YOU’RE STILL UNSURE IF YOU HAVE EVERYTHING?” He found himself thankful he didn’t have hair or skin. It sounded like a lot of maintenance.

“Well… I just didn’t want to be rude and bring too much,” she started and his sockets widened in realization as she elaborated, “Like I wouldn’t mind doing a body scrub or bringing a bath bomb. Y’know, pamper myself a bit?” There was a moment of silence before his eyelights formed into stars as she sent her a brilliant smile.

“WE INVITED YOU OVER TO PAMPER YOURSELF, SILLY!” he laughed. She was pouting as he reprimanded her goodnaturedly. “NOW! TELL ME WHAT ELSE YOU NEED AND I’LL GET IT,” he demanded. A few more assurances that it was fine and she was giving him directions to said items. Back and forth, he would retrieve an item and show it to her for approval before adding it to her bag. On his last trip back, he nearly ran right into Papyrus who had finished putting up her now clean bed linens.

“OOF! SORRY PAPYRUS!” he apologized as he dodged the taller skeleton and kept going.

“WHAT’S THE RUSH?” Papyrus questioned as he closed her bedroom door once they were both through and followed after the blue bolt.

“OH! AM I RUSHING?! SORRY,” Blue gasped, forcing himself to slow down and move at a more reasonable pace. Stopping by the couch, he showed her the last item and she nodded. He deposited it into the bag and zipped it closed. Lifting the bag experimentally, he found it not too heavy to carry. At least for him, it wouldn’t be difficult.

“Blue was helping me pack a few last minute things, Papi,” she explained after the curious look Papyrus had given them, “and that was the last one.”

Blue laughed as Papyrus went to pick up the bag and while he seemed to lift it easily, he still made a noise in surprise at the heft. “WOWIE! ALL OF THIS IS FOR YOUR HAIR?!” he exclaimed in amazement and soon enough, their human friend was laughing along with Blue. In between laughs, she managed to explain that not all of it was. Papyrus seemed to be vibrating in excitement by the end and it had the other two occupants of the room curious what had him so excited. “HOW THOUGHTFUL OF YOU TO MAKE SURE WE HAVE EVERYTHING TO PROPERLY TAKE CARE AND PAMPER YOU THIS EVENING!” his proud words seemed to burst from him.

Blue could only blink at his companion before looking over to the human who was once again in a stupor. Finally, an intelligent “Huh?” dropped from her lips. She had looked to him for some explanation, but he just shrugged. He wanted to see where this went. Not getting an answer from him, she looked back to their towering, practically glowing companion. “What do you mean, Papi?” she pressed gently, leaning towards the skeleton in question.

Without hesitation, Papyrus did not disappoint, “GOODNESS, YOU MUST BE IN WORSE SHAPE THAN I THOUGHT IF YOU FORGOT ALREADY.” His words held genuine concern and Blue managed to smother a little snort, determined to hear this out. “I TOLD YOU THAT WE WOULD TAKE CARE OF YOU. AND YOU AGREED TO LET US DO JUST THAT!”

Blue’s eyelights were widening as listened and he could see the human was reacting in much the same fashion as she came to the same realization. Making eye contact with her, he grinned and his sockets curved with how wide his smile was. He could see the betrayal in her eyes as he chirped in, “THAT’S RIGHT. YOU’RE NOT LIFTING A FINGER IF WE CAN HELP IT.” She looked so overwhelmed and lost. “GET READY TO SPOILED ROTTEN!” he finished, pointing dramatically at her and Papyrus joined in.

For a while, she was doing a very impressive impression of a fish out of water before snapping out of it and finding her voice. “Wait!” she held her hands up, palms out to signal mercy. He could see the gears in head turning and once glance between the two, he could see her giving in as she slumped. “I know better than to try and change your minds,” she laughed, lips quirked to one side in resigned amusement, “BUT.” She held up a single finger as her lips pressed into a determined line, “I have to set boundaries.” Her brows lifted as her head tilted, signaling them to respond.

“UNDERSTANDABLE,” Blue chimed in, placing his hands on his hips.

Papyrus nodded along, “OFCOURSE, WE WOULDN’T WANT YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.”

Their human sucked in a deep breath before letting it slowly. “I can bathe myself,” she stated simply. Blue wanted to laugh, but he understood why she would be worried they might take it too far. While he was sure Papyrus wouldn’t have tried, he couldn’t say the same for some of their housemates. Both nodded and she sighed, relaxing back against the couch.

Papyrus was worrying his hands and Blue looked from his fidgeting hands up to his face, “SOMETHING ON YOUR MIND, PAPYRUS?” He was ready to get going and had already shouldered her bag as he felt out a shortcut.

“WELL, I WAS JUST WONDERING IF WE COULD STILL HELP WITH HER HAIR…” he braided his fingers to stop them from fidgeting. How had it skipped Blue’s mind that most of the Papyri were borderline obsessed with her hair. Sadly, they had stopped trying to get their hands in it after Cash had told them she and humans like her with curly hair don’t like their hair touched by others. He’d said she had told him last he tried and he had heard it in gossip as well. But all that aside, this was the opportunity of a lifetime for Papyrus he realized. No wonder he was so hyped up. Looking at their curly haired friend, he was surprised at the soft smile she was sending Papyrus.

“Of course, you can help me with my hair, Papi,” she assured gently and lifted a hand to play with the curl at the end of one of her braids, “What’s a spa day without a trip to the salon?” she winked. She took a moment to click her tongue as something else occurred to her, “Plus, I don’t think my arms are to the task anyway…” she admitted.

Blue didn’t have to look at Papyrus to know he was practically shining in joy and soon enough his companion was sweeping their human into a twirling hug. He could hear laughter turn into a groan and Papyrus was quick to adjust his hold so he wasn’t crushing her. Once the two had settled, Blue approached and wrapped his fingers around Papyrus’s humerus. “TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND CLOSE YOUR EYES, BEAUTY” he instructed, chuckling as she stuck her tongue out at him before doing as told. He would have teased her for pressing her face into Papyrus’s chest, but he needed to focus. “HERE WE GO!” he warned, mainly for their human companion before the living room was left abandoned as they made one more trip through the void.

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