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lanormie · 9 months ago

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blipped - mcu crossover au (pt. 2)

what if? the event of Thanos snap happened in the BNHA universe? you're forced to navigate the aftermath of The Blip, where half of the population get thrown back into existence after disappearing for five years. pairing: pro-hero!Shouto x f!pro-hero!reader (ft. slight katsuki x reader) read on AO3 previous part - next part

As soon as you step outside, it becomes very apparent why the entire agency was mobilized. Absolute carnage has descended everywhere you turn. Vehicles are piled up in clusters on the streets, there are screaming and honking and smashing from all around you.

You quickly realize you’re not alone in your fate as you witness dozens and dozens of people materialize from thin air, one after the other. Some are lucky enough to turn up on the sidewalk, while some get unceremoniously dropped off into oncoming traffic, barely having time to process anything before they mercifully get scooped up by some speedster hero.

And by the time you stop someone mere feet from smashing into the ground on their way down from the sky, your commute home is thwarted as your hero instinct kicks into gear. You re-materialized in the same space you had disappeared from, so it’s not hard to deduce that some might have been on a plane when they got zapped away.

You take to the sky and find yourself dotted among dozens of airborne heroes, all flying in frantic patterns as more and more people are dropping from the sky in frightening velocity. You push as high up as you can go without your oxygen gears and take full advantage of your quirk. Where your telekinesis quirk lacks in strength, it makes up for it in range. You’re able to grab people within a large radius and set them atop tall buildings nearby without having to move an inch.

Though as proficient as your quirk is, you have never been trained to deal with such a bizarre scenario where it’s literally raining men. So when you’re busy holding up two people and two more suddenly appear right on top of you, your footing slips. While you’ve managed to bring the latter two into your hold, you’re losing altitude quick and struggling to brake. The building below is approaching at such a speed that would guarantee you more than a few broken bones, but grant you enough momentum to push back and cushion the touchdown for the four of them.

You’re clenching your jaw and bracing for impact when something red zips past your face. Then all of a sudden the weight of all four people gets lifted off of you as they get sent to a soft landing nearby by the collar of their shirt.

Finally able to change course, you dash back upwards to catch up to your savior, his strawberry blond hair dances in the wind as he cheerily grins down at you.

“Heya kid! You were about to eat it there!” He chirps, his crimson wings filling back out as a few feathers rejoin their formation.

“Thanks, Hawks.” You offer him a small nod in gratitude, feeling utterly inadequate in front of the Number Two hero. Wait, is he still Number Two?

“What a day to be off-duty huh?” He tilts his stubbly chin at your gym clothes and severe lack of flight gears. Rawdogging the clouds , as Denki once called it.

You shrug. “Apparently I’ve been off-duty for a very long time now.”

Hawks freezes at the insinuation, just as another person (re)materializes in the distance behind him. Before you could move a muscle though, a feather jets out and swiftly escorts them to the nearest surface. Damn Hawks and his super hearing.

“So you all–” He points at you then to the person he just saved, gears visibly turning behind his golden eyes. Something snaps him out of it as he takes a sharp inhale. “Sorry, I– I have to make a call.”

“Wait, Hawks!” You yelped. Questions are clawing at your throat now, vying for solution. “Just a second please! Can you tell me what happened?”

“Oh, uh,” He stumbles for the right words. “This may sound crazy, but half of the entire universe disappeared a while ago ‘cause of a villain named Thanos. He’s uh, he’s an alien– It’s a long story.”

Half of the universe . An alien . Neither concept is registering to you at any meaningful speed.

So you focus on the thing that’s been bothering you the most.

“How long has it been?”

“The five year memorial was a few weeks ago.”

Hawks watches as his reply sends you into a stupor. The avian hero’s only ever known you in passing, a friend of a friend of a friend, and in this moment, he wants to help, to say something. But there’s no protocol for this, no guidelines on how to proceed when these things happen. It’s all uncharted territory.

So he sticks around, making quiet phone calls to his staff, urging them to check the Lawson near the agency where Touya had headed to before his disappearance, while keeping an eye and ear out to make sure no one meets concrete at lightning speed, including you.

And you, despite still absentmindedly handling the wave of people blipping into existence, is struggling to quantify how long five years are.

Five years ago you were leaving Musutafu for another city and started high school in Ketsubutsu. That alone feels like a lifetime ago. So much has changed during those years and it terrifies you how vastly different things could be now. After all, your boyfriend– as if he’s your boyfriend anymore, seemed to have moved on already.

No , file that thought away for god’s sake, people are literally falling from the sky and you can’t afford to let any of them slip through your fingers.

Cause maybe, just maybe, their loved ones haven’t abandoned them yet.

The resurgence didn’t last much longer than twenty minutes, but the chaos persists as you part ways with Hawks and head for the ground. Weaving your way through the clashing waves of people running and yelling into their phones, one step in front of another, you resort to muscle memory to take you towards your apartment, the calamity before your eyes doing absolutely nothing to help guide you there.

The street names are the same, but you don't recognize the shops. The paint and decors are all wrong . Even the trees are different. Even the–

Even the name of your apartment building is different.

A foreboding feeling looms over your head as you plug the front entrance code into the little key pad attached to the door handle. 0425.

It flashes red.

You try again. 0. 4. 2. 5.

It flashes red once more, this time with a warning beep.

The panic you’ve been repressing starts to unravel. It seeps into your blood, hitching a ride to every part of your body till it’s oversaturated, driving you to start banging on the door like a madwoman.

Thankfully, it’s a familiar face who answers it.

“Mrs. Hatanaka!” You almost cheer at the sight of the elderly receptionist.

“Heavens almighty,” She adjusts her glasses with shaky hands and looks you all over. “Oh it’s really you!” She gasps and pulls you into your third bone crushing hug of the day. You suspect there will be many more. “Where have you been, dear?”

“I honestly have no idea.” You speak into her graying hair, all too quietly. “Mrs. Hatanaka,” You stand back as she pulls away. “I left work in a hurry and forgot my keys, would you mind lending me the spare from maintenance?”

For a moment, she just stares at you.

“Sweetheart,” She finally manages. “Your apartment got repossessed years ago.”

Something shatters in your brain and your vision goes blurry.

“The building was turned over to a new owner when the previous one went missing with everyone else.” She continues. “They terminated all the leases from the reported blipped folks, even though someone was trying to pay your rent for a while– oh dear, do you need to sit down?”

“What– oh.” Your eyes manage to refocus enough to spot all the floating potted plants and small items swirling in the air around you. “I’m sorry.” Reeling your quirk back with slight difficulty, you set everything back down just as a mop of red and white appears in your peripherals.

Shouto jogs over, disheveled and huffing for air.

“Things got out of hand on 7th Ave so I got delayed.” He rests his palm on a nearby column, trying to catch his breath. “But I figured you’d be here.”

“Not for long.” You run your hands back and forth over your scalp to chase away the tingling numbness. “I don’t have a home anymore, Sho.”

“I see.” He nods, straightening up. “Neither do I.”

* * * * *

The Todoroki family home looks almost identical to the last time you set foot in here. The furniture have stayed in their exact same spots, down to the light blue shawl draped over the back of the couch. The tatami mat under your feet is cold to the touch, yet the familiarity and the memories of running up and down these halls offer so much warmth. You used to call this place your second home, having spent a whole lot of time here growing up, your cousin-turned-guardian being too swept up in work to really be present more than necessary.

You breathe in this moment of respite along with the toasty aroma of the genmaicha Auntie Rei has made for you and Shouto, and let your shoulders drop for the first time today. You pick up bits of and pieces of Shouto’s recount of running by his apartment and seeing an office building instead as he’s talking to his mom and sister, but you mostly stare at the steaming tea cup. Their reunion was a teary one, at least on Rei and Fuyumi’s end, so it doesn’t feel right to intrude no matter how much you still have trouble wrapping your head around all of this.

To you, no time has passed. You were just here yesterday . Not here in Shouto’s family home but here on this Earth. Then in a blink of an eye, you lost your boyfriend, your home, and five years of your life. Where do you even go from here? Do you just wake up and go to work tomorrow like normal? No, the agency is the last place you’d want to find yourself in right now. And do you even work there anymore?

“Mom, Nats just heard from Touya!” Fuyumi exclaims from behind the kitchen counter, phone in hand. “He said Kei will try to drag him over tomorrow. Said Toto’s super confused and cranky at the moment.”

“That sounds like him.” Shouto deadpans, completely overlooking the fact that Rei’s tearing up again.

“Yeah.” Fuyumi starts sniffling too. “Yeah it does.”

You stare harder into your tea. You’ve been in so much shock that you haven’t shed a single tear the whole day, but now you’re approaching the end of the rope and the sight of them crying might hurl you over that threshold.

As if sensing your distress, Shouto attempts to change the subject and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.

“By the way Mom, where’s Dad?”

Nice going Shouto, nobody gets emotional around here about good ol’ Endeavor.

“Enji’s been in a coma for a couple months now.”

Oh.

* * * * *

There is no footage from the battle at the Avengers Complex, so the news turns to cover the sacrifice and death of Iron Man instead. A purportedly quirkless hero, though it’s highly speculated that he has some sort of intelligence quirk, considering all of his astonishing achievements.

Apparently he’s had a hand in bringing everyone back today. You have mad respect for the man, yet in this moment you can’t find it in yourself to be grateful.

You try changing the channel, but it’s a constant repeat of his story and images of the chaos during the resurgence, so you turn off the TV and flop down.

Fuyumi’s pajamas, though extremely soft and comfy, feel super strange on your body. So does the futon you’re sprawling out on in a corner of the Todoroki’s guest room. Even the air you’re breathing in is heavy with something foreign. Everything feels…wrong. It’s like you’re not supposed to be here. Like you’re not supposed to exist .

A knock on the door disrupts your thoughts.

Sliding the shoji screen door open, you are greeted with Shouto, in PJs that he’s clearly grown out of, and two steaming mugs of something that smells invitingly sweet.

“I promised you hot cocoa before we ‘died’.” The quotation is implied as best as it can in his even voice. He hands you your mug. “Caramel and a pinch of sea salt.”

Your favorite way of jazzing up a hot choc. “Thanks, Sho.”

You and Shouto sit quietly across from each other at the kotatsu, sipping your respective warm drink. It’s comfortable like this, his long legs tangling with yours under the blanket as you let each other arrive at the conversation at your own pace.

Sometimes, the conversation never comes at all.

“Sorry about Katsuki–”

“Sorry about your dad–”

Today, the conversation comes at the same time.

You bust out a laugh, the taut string in the back of your head snapping. Shouto follows with his own chuckle, you both falling into a manic sort of hysterics from the sheer ridiculousness of your reality. This is it, the dam has broken, you can’t hold back anymore, and your laughter promptly turns into tears.

Before you know it, Shouto has left his side of the table to crawl over to you. He holds you over his right side, he always does when you cry, to cool your eyes down so they don’t swell and sooth your skin as it inevitably becomes raw with salty tears.

He lets your sobs even out to a steady sniffle before reaching for your mug with his left hand and gently heating it back up.

“Your shirt’s wet.” You frown.

“I’ve got plenty more.” He gives you the mug.

You sit back, holding your drink and knees to your chest. “What do we even do now?”

“Right now, you need to sleep.” He points at you with his spoon, then moves to aimlessly fish for tiny pieces of marshmallow in his mug. “As for tomorrow, I don’t know.” He sets the mug down, seeing that the marshmallows would just all fall apart. “But you don’t have to do it alone. Cause if today tells me anything, it’s that you can’t get rid of me .”

He finishes his sentence with a light boop on your nose, causing you to genuinely smile for the first time in what feels like five actual goddamned years .

You hold out your hand.

“Friends even in death?”

He grabs it and gives it a firm shake. “Even in death.”

#todoroki shouto #shoto todoroki #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shouto x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha #bnha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #hawks #keigo takami #mcu

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taevescence · 1 year ago

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can i make a request with yoongi and song numb to the feeling by chase atlantic? write however you want

Numb The Feeling

a/n: I'm sorry for the delay, I've been a little busy these days. Honestly I had a hard time understanding the lyrics of the song, so I wasn't sure what to write, I hope you liked the final result. warnings: MDNI, drug mentions (very little and at the beginning mostly), cowgirl, not much warning honestly, somehow ended up a little fluffy at the end, I swear it was unconsciously. wc: 882 taglist: @thunderg @minjianhyung @queenv1997 @yoongtism @lizzymizzy-blogg @superbbananananana @drpepperobsessed @themwordsblog

You knew that what you were doing wasn't really a good idea, and you really wanted to find another solution, but you had both already tried absolutely everything to stop Yoongi's addiction, and nothing seemed to work for him. Or so you thought until one day you both had too much to drink and ended up fucking in Yoongi's living room.

Who knew sex would be such a useful thing to kick an addiction?

You really weren't sure if it was just in Yoongi's case or worked that way with everyone, but, from what he explained to you, the feeling of climax made him feel quite similar to that moment when he was high enough to lose himself completely. It was only then that he brought up the idea of repeating that night, obviously with the sole purpose of reducing his addiction, and you were more than willing to help him, he was your best friend and you would do anything to see him clean of drugs.

You never imagined that you would end up enjoying this kind of relationship so much.

Yoongi never imagined it would work, but it did, and with each passing day the feeling grew even stronger.

"Go faster" Yoongi growled, taking your hips and moving them up and down against his, trying to increase the speed and force of the thrusts.

You just nodded awkwardly, wrapping your arms around his neck and trying to jump on his cock at increased speed. It was times like these that you wished you were in better physical condition.

"Feels good, so fucking good," he leaned his head against your shoulder, pushing his hips against yours hard. A smile took over his face as he heard a high pitched moan leave your lips, "Did I touch a tender spot?" he whispered against your skin, leaving a trail of marks and bites on your shoulder.

"What do you think?" you laughed between gasps, clinging to his hair and pulling on it with all your strength. As soon as his face was in front of yours you kissed him deeply, moving your hips in circles. You both moaned as you felt your walls tighten around him.

You noticed how Yoongi's pupils looked quite dilated, to the point where you could barely see the brown in his eyes. You knew that was a sign that he was enjoying it as much as you were. Well, the fact that his cock was throbbing inside you also gave you an idea of how he was feeling.

"Are you feeling okay?" you whispered against his lips, brushing away the loose strands of hair that stuck to his forehead. Your gaze drifted down to his lips, watching as they remained half-open, swollen and glossy. You loved his lips.

"Fuck yeah, of course I do" he nodded quickly, pulling you closer by the neck and kissing you again.

If there was one thing you didn't understand, but didn't complain about, it was that always, no matter how fast and brutish you were at fucking, Yoongi would never take his lips off you, and if he could have it over your mouth for hours, he would.

His hand slowly moved down your abdomen until it stopped on your clit, and almost the instant he touched it, your whole body trembled. It was hard not to feel like you were in fucking heaven when Yoongi had fingers this wonderful.

"Shit" you gasped, holding his wrist with one of your hands, burying your nails into his delicate skin.

"You're so sensitive" he said with a chuckle, putting your clit between his fingers, squeezing and tugging on it, causing your hips to start moving unevenly over his. "I love it."

"Yoongi" you said in a loud moan, shuddering violently on top of him. You felt him grunt against your ear the moment you released yourself onto his cock. Even though you couldn't move because of how sensitive you were, Yoongi had no problem with that.

He grabbed your waist and turned you over, leaving you lying on your back as he ground his hips against yours, trying to find his own release.

You felt his rhythm alter more and more until it was left in hard but long thrusts. That was the only way you had to know if he had come. He rested his head against your shoulder, breathing heavily, trying to regulate his breathing.

It was only when he was a little calmer that he let out a breathy chuckle. It was just for those few seconds of release that he was doing all this. It felt so fucking good. He really felt like there was no drug that could match that moment of euphoria that made him fly so high.

"Did it work?" you whispered between gasps, tangling your hand in his hair and scratching it gently.

"Like every time" he nodded slowly, lifting his face a little, just enough to be facing you, "Today marks five months since I last got high, shouldn't you be rewarding me?"

You laughed softly, kissing him softly and long. You brought your hands to his cheeks and squeezed them gently, "I will, I promise."

"Okay" he smiled slightly, resting his forehead against yours.

All in all, this was your moment of ultimate elation.

Masterlist.

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blood-mocha-latte · 11 months ago

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gashey + 75!

send me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a drabble

75 - “I’m going for a swim. Do you wanna join me?”

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They’d swam all the time in Austria, but this feels different, somehow.

“Be careful,” Les says for the thousandth time, slipping precariously down the rocks before finding some semblance of refuge in the springy, wet ground. The grass seems to stick to the soles of his bare feet, and he pads across the short space from him to Tony grudgingly.

Tony just hums. It sounds like half of a laugh, and he wades further out into the lake without further preamble. “I think we’ve done more dangerous things.” He says over his shoulder, otherwise distracted as the water laps at his calves, trousers rolled up to above his knees.

“It’s nighttime.” Les tells him, rather appalled, and goes in after him anyways.

“It’s warm.” Tony shoots back, and when he looks back a second time, the moon catches the glint of his skin, outlining him in silver. Les’s breath catches thickly in his chest. It takes him a moment to find it again.

“Other things are as fun as swimming.” He tells Tony after a moment, voice slightly hoarse. Tony just hums, the thin border of a laugh.

“Aren’t you from Maine?”

“Yes, Tony, and other things are as fun as swimming.”

The lake isn’t that big. There’s a dock in the center of it, abandoned, the post for securing boats empty. Tony makes a beeline after it, and Les splashes louder than he means to as he follows after him.

Tony’s never been to Maine; Les moved to him. Always, always have and probably always will, too. Lakes in Wyoming aren’t like the Atlantic ocean, but they aren’t like Austria, either. Les has the sudden vision of Tony suddenly disappearing, caught up in some sort of mudhole that they can’t see because of the night and dark, murky water. He speeds up slightly, just enough to catch Tony’s elbow and hang on to it, suddenly paranoid.

Tony just leans back into him subconsciously, knocking his shoulder against Les’s and sending a spark of warmth through Les’ ribs. “We do other things every day.” He says, but turns his hand over to lace his fingers with Les’s, anyways. “It can get boring, after a while.”

Les frowns. He feels, rather keenly, that he should be insulted, but doesn’t say so. “Everything we do gets boring?”

Tightening his fingers around Les’s own, Tony looks back at him and seems to soften, expression already sparkling with something close to laughter. “Okay, not everything.” He concedes, and the water splashes between them in quiet waves as he leans forward to quickly press his mouth to the corner of Les’s.

He starts moving forward again. Les, of course and always, trails after him, keeping their hands wound together. “I still think that we could have done something else.” He says after a moment, almost just to feel the quiet silence of the night and waves. Tony just hums. It sounds a bit like laughter.

“You didn’t have to come.” He says. “I just asked if you’d like to join me.”

It’s a silly argument. Of course Les was gonna come, in the same way that Tony would’ve come if it was something Les wanted to do. Les just grumbles something to the extent of this under his breath and keeps slogging forward.

The silt at the bottom of the lake seems to swirl around his ankles as they go, kicked up with every step, and Les ignores the feeling. He’s unsure what to make of it, and is a bit worried that he’ll lose focus and step on something sharp.

“You know where you’re going, right?” He asks, almost worried. He doesn’t have a suspicion that Tony would drag him out into the middle of a lake in the middle of nowhere in the middle of Wyoming, but, well.

Tony just squeezes his hand. “I used to come out here all the time when I was a kid.” He says. “I want to show you something.”

“You’d come out here at night?”

Les has trouble wrapping his head around it. In Maine, the closest body of water was the ocean, and it was entirely too easy to be caught in a riptide and never be seen again. The water laps gently at his legs, like a conversation. Tony keeps pulling him forward.

“Not this late.” He said. “But when the sun started to set. Not a lot of time in the day.”

They’re almost to the dock, now. The water isn’t deep enough to fully swim in, but the soft fabric of Les’s undershirt sticks to his sternum and chest, soaked through with water, as he follows Tony deeper.

“I don’t think this counts as swimming, anyways.” Tony says.

“I think I’m gonna get giardia.” Les tells him.

“I’ll get it with you.” Tony comforts him. Les snorts a laugh.

Water pushes back against him in protesting waves as Tony hauls himself onto the dock, now close enough to do so, and Les watches him do so absently, watching the way that his thighs flex before he turns around to offer his hand again.

Les takes it without thinking, lets himself be hauled upwards.

Les’s back hits the cool boards of the docks and he sighs, grimaces when Tony drops down next to him and slings a wet arm around the trunk of his waist, leaning into his side. “We should’ve taken a boat.” He says. Tony laughs.

“Where would we have gotten one?” He asks, which is the whole reason that Les hadn’t brought it up earlier. He turns his head enough to press his mouth to the bridge of Tony’s nose.

“What’d you want to show me?” He asks, rather worn out. He kind of wishes they’d just stayed in, another lazy night where nothing happens but Les gets to read and Tony’s warm and happy and kisses him sweetly.

Laying soaking wet on top of a dock in the middle of a lake is alright too, he supposes. Next to him, Tony shifts enough to cross his legs underneath him, sitting upright.

“Not a lot.” He says, near thoughtful. “You remember Zell Am See?”

It’s a hypothetical, of course. Even if nothing had happened in Zell Am See, it would still be the first place where Les had gotten up enough goddamn courage to tell Tony some semblance of the truth. “Sure.” He says, aloud. Tony makes a soft sound, like he’s gathering his thoughts.

“There was that lake out there.” He tells Les, then stops again, clearly deep in thought. Les lets him think, tracing shapes absently into his back with a fingertip. Tony makes a sound and bats him away. “Quit it.” He says. “I was just thinking that it would’ve been nice to be out there alone. And we never got the chance, and it’s always busy here during the day, so…”

Les blinks, then huffs. “We couldn’t have just done this on the shore?” He asks, but isn’t that aggrieved. Especially when Tony clicks his tongue like he knows what Les means and rolls over on top of him, warm and heavy.

“In my head this was easier.” He says, and his nose brushes against Les’s. Les runs a hand up his side absently, affectionately. “I think we’re out of shape.”

Les is okay with that. They’re both softer now, but they’ve settled into something more comfortable. He turns his head enough to coax Tony into a chaste kiss before pulling back again. It seems to him that they’re doing the same thing that they always do, just on a dock.

He gets Tony’s idea, though. In the day, they’d never be able to do this. Sort of like changing an idea enough to still hold onto it. Tony kisses him again.

“We can leave whenever you want.” He mumbles against Les’s mouth, warm and plying, and Les can’t really hold back his smile, knocking his nose against Tony’s. “Thought I got boring?”

“You don’t get boring. Staying in all the time does.”

“Mm.” Les kisses him for the thousandth time.

#rie writes #this is my seinfeld arc. a drabble about Nothing #anyways thank you for the ask <333 #gashey #lester hashey #antonio garcia #tony garcia #band of brothers #hbo war

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sortyourlifeoutmate · 1 year ago

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Terminator and buggy

My never-ending efforts at trying to write 40k

With a roar of engine and crunching of gears the buggy zoomed over the rubble and came crashing down heavily in the more-or-less clear street the other side of what had until recently been some buildings. Safe. For now.

Though it was hard for Guzzdag to appreciate this, as the manoeuvre had very nearly seen him vaulted from his spot on the rear deck, and not for the first time. Only by clinging to the guns had he managed to stay on the vehicle at all, and even then it had been close. Now they weren’t bouncing around he was able to relax a little and demonstrate his unhappiness.

This he had by forcefully kicking Wazzsnik, the driver, in the back of the head.

“Wotch wot your doin’! You nearly got me out da zoggin’ buggy! Again!”

“Ah, stop whinin’ ya grot. Got us away, din’t I?”

Guzzdag couldn’t argue with this. Since the marine boys had shown up staying alive had got much harder much faster. The humies before then had been good for fighting, yes, and had certainly shot up a lot of the boys good and proper, but they’d also had the decency to die when shot at or chopped. The marines had no sense of fair play though, and were just killing everything. No fun at all.

Of course, Guzzdag wanted to argue with what his driver had said, and was thinking about how best to do this when he spotted something up ahead. Something big. He squinted.

“Oi! Wazza! Look ‘dere!” He shouted, pointing, and kicking the back of the driving seat instead, which was less liable to be taken as a direct insult.

“I see it!”

Emerging from some rubble a few hundred metres away and stomping into the street was what was obviously one of those mega-armoured marines. What one of them was doing here, on his own, was a mystery, and orks are notoriously uninterested in mysteries unless they look like the kind of mysteries you can steal and use as a weapon. This was just a target, and a good one at that - walking right into the middle of the road!

Guzzdag grinned and racked the lever that worked the slides on the half-dozen or so shootas (of varying sizes) that were strapped to the back of the buggy. He didn’t need to do this, obviously, but he wanted to do this, and it did make a very satisfying sound. He then opened fire.

“Dakka dakka dakka!” He roared, at a volume that was able to comfortably compete with the din of the guns. Enormous muzzle flare stabbed out and bullets whipped and snapped down the street, almost all of them hilariously wide of the target. The target, for his part, had stopped crossing and had turned to face the oncoming vehicle, shifting position to brace for impact. Neither driver nor gunner gave this much thought.

One or two bullets did actually land on target but, given the armour involved, this did nothing other than make sparks. Wazzsnik was highly amused.

“You’s rubbish!” He shouted backwards. Guzzdag growled and squeezed the triggers harder. Inexplicably, this made him more accurate, but all that did was make more sparks. Meanwhile, Wazzsnik was fiddling with valves. The distance was closing.

“Imma ram ‘im! Full speed! Whoosh!”

He hit a button, a big red one. The engine made an extremely loud, unhappy noise. The buggy lurched and hurtled forward even faster than it had already been going, and it had already been going so fast they’d lose one of the wheel-covers halfway back down the street when it had rattled clean off the chassis. Not that either of the orks had noticed.

What they did notice - a split-second before the collision - was the lightning playing around the big fist the marine had. It was a lot of lightning, and it trailed brightly behind the fist as the marine swung it up and brought it down…

…right on the front of the buggy.

The marine’s timing was absolutely perfect. The instant before the buggy would have made contact the fist punched straight down, crumpling through riveted armour plating, crunching the engine, and driving the whole front half of the vehicle into the road. The rear, carrying momentum, flipped, clipped the marine (who barely rocked) and carried on, now spinning end-over-end.

Guzzdag had a momentary impression this before everything went momentarily black. When that passed he was a lot further along the street than he remembered. The buggy was gone, too, though there were lots of bits of it around that he could see. Some of them were on fire. Wazzsnik was still holding the steering wheel at least, Guzzdag saw, though where the rest of him had ended up the gunner had no idea.

Trying to stand, Guzzdag found he couldn’t, and he quickly discovered this was because everything below his waist was missing. Casting his eye around he saw his legs lying on some rubble nearby. If he got them they could probably get put back on, he thought, so he started dragging himself towards them.

A giant, armoured foot then stomped down into view in front of him, casting the ork into shadow. Oh yes. The marine. In all the excitement of the crashing and the dismemberment Guzzdag had quite forgotten about the marine. He looked up.

He was looking into twin gun barrels.

“Zog,” he said.

It was all he had time to say.

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ah-scheisse-its-you · 2 years ago

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I Never Want to Lose You

For @snailor-bee 💛💛my darling, with your prompt of Wound Tending

Bee dropped the Yeehawgust list in our chat and suggested we do something for one another, which sounded like a blast. All the prompts are so fun too, it was hard to pick.

So ya know, I looked up one thing for this and everything else was based off of western romance novels I used to read, so enjoy xD

Ship: Kirishima/Bakugo

Word count: unknown cause I typed it straight into tumblr

Warning: mention of wound/some blood, not very descriptive

While Bakugo isn't the owner (that title still goes to his parents), he is the general point of contact for the cow hands and the one that makes most of the decisions

Kirishima's been a cowboy working with the Bakugo ranch, aka the Rocking B Ranch, for half a decade now

There's nothing the hands don't trust Bakugo with, Kirishima especially. He'd never ask someone to do a task that he himself wouldn't also do and the men respect him more because of it.

It's part of what makes Kirishima proud to work at the Rocking B Ranch, and part of why he's stayed on

The other part is Bakugo himself

The blond man has a personality spikier than the cactuses they ride past on cattle drives that take them to the south, but the way he doesn't back down from a challenge, how he holds himself to the same standards he judges other by, his straightforward nature, all of that show Kirishima how manly he truly is.

And really, his spiky personality is tamed by the softest blond hair Kirishima has ever seen, sadly covered by a cowboy hat most of the day; by the gentle way he speaks to his horse, Caramel, at the end of the day as he brushes her down; by the curve of his jaw, the part that tempts Kirishima to touch, to take

He hasn't, of course

(He wishes too, often)

But that's okay. They're friends now, 5 years of working together, of traveling long, boring stretches of land only to bunk close by at night to share warmth has built up a bond stronger than anyone else's on the ranch.

That bond comes with some perks that Kirishima really likes. One such perks(his favorite really) was being the go-to person that accompanies Bakugo for safety and companionship on trips, like when they go to bull auctions or to scout new trails.

Just long stretches of time they can be alone and talk without worry.

(Bakugo confesses on one of these rides that he's not going to follow his parents wishes and settle down with some girl.

"That kind of softness ain't for me. Maybe I can't have what I want, but I won't fuckin' settle for something wrong."

A little piece of Kirishima's heart breaks that day at the reminder that Bakugo may not always be there for him, that the Rocking B could one day not be his home.)

They're scouting ahead in a gorge one day when it happens.

Bakugo is complaining about Sero's horse nipping at whoever walks near it, aggravation coloring his tone, while Kirishima laughs at him, knowing full well that Goldy holds a sour spot at him for not giving her an extra apple slice after dinner like Sero usually does

A crack rings out just as Bakugo reins in Caramel to better meet Kirishima's smiling face and tell him off for laughing. The small smile that'd been starting on the blond's face slides off as red starts bleeding through his shirt.

"Run" Bakugo says, his voice a chocked kind of whisper.

They kick their horses into matching gallops and speed back out of the gorge, sporadic shots following them for a short while before trailing off.

Apparently their adversary didn't care to give chase

Adrenaline and fear course through Kirishima's body, but he is able to check in enough to see that Bakugo has pressed his handkerchief to the wound to staunch the blood as he rides, relieving a bit of his worry

The campsite they used the night before isn't far away, a mile or two at best, and Bakugo leads them back to it without saying anything

It's the best option really, since there's a stream right alongside it and open enough that no one would be able to sneak up on them

Sliding off his horse with a pinched expression, Bakugo hisses in pain as his body jolts, an even louder hiss coming when he pulls the handkerchief away for a moment before pressing it straight back on

That more than anything spurs Kirishima into action

"I needta clean that," Kirishima says, dismounting own stead and dropping the lead, thankful that she's used to ground tying.

"It's fine, I can handle it."

"Bullshit, Katsuki, let me see."

"I'll be fine, shitty hair, I just need to wrap it."

Kirishima glares at him from under the brim of his hat and grabs his good arm, leading him to medium-sized rock close to the stream and pushing him to sit on it

"Said I'm takin' care of it, that isn't a choice. Not when you've been shot." The last part almost makes Kirishima choke, but he pulls himself together to grab what they'll need from the saddlebags

Bakugo has taken off his shirt and hat by the times he's gotten back with the supplies. His bloodied bundle of clothes is lying next to him, and his face looks a bit ashen, but he seems ready to fight more than die, so Kirishima takes that as a good thing

"Fuckin' bastards," Bakugo bitches, taking a swig out of the alcohol Kirishima offers him before going to wet a rag in the stream, "if we ever meet that no-good shooter, I'm gonna kill them."

Kirishima laughs and knocks his hat back, thankful Bakugo's spirit hasn't been taken away. The laughter dies in his throat as he pulls Bakugo's handkerchief away from the wound

The bullet went all the way through, thank god, becuase Kirishima's not sure he could handle digging it out right now. There's still a lot of blood and he has to take a deep breath before blotting at it with the rag, cleaning the edges.

Kirishima's hands tremble slightly against the wound. Bakugo doesn't mention it, even when he presses too hard and makes the blond grunt in pain

Bakugo is actually staring at him quite hard, almost studying as he lets Kirishima clean both sides of the bullet hole.

There's sweat beading along his brow when Kirishima pulls out the alcohol to disinfect it, just in case. Bakugo's hand shoots out to hold on his forearm at the first painful press, but it doesn't stop him in any way

The pressure Bakugo's using grounds him to the Now rather than letting him slip into the thoughts that plagued their ride back, of what could've happened if Bakugo hadn't moved at exactly the right time.

Surely there's noise around, but all Kirishima can hear is the water that runs beside them, Bakugo's sporadic pained noises, and his own whispered apologies

Packing gauze on both sides, Kirishima carefully wrapped bandages around Bakugo's chest and arm to keep them in place. It was pretty messy, and they really oughta get to a doctor, but it would do

Kirishima's hands linger around the wrapping once he's done, not quite ready to pull away. He needs to be here, needs to touch to assure himself that Bakugo would be okay

There's no rush and he's not pushed away, so he stays there until he can't bear it

A shaky breath echos in the space between them

With how close they are (Bakugo must've gotten closer because he hadn't moved), Kirishima doesn't realized it came from him until Bakugo's hand is caressing his face, wiping away tears he didnt know he was crying.

"I'm sorry," Bakugo says

Kirishima sobs out a laugh

"It's not— not like you meant to get shot. I'm just being weak."

Bakugo's touch is stronger now, more forceful as he guides Kirishima to look at him. "It's not weak to be scared or cry. You did a good fucking job. I'm gonna be okay, promise."

"But I almost LOST you! What if that shot had hit somewhere worse! Katsuki, I couldn't bear losing you. . . . You're my partner, I— I don't know what I'd do without you."

Bakugo leans his head in, blond hair mixing with red so he can meet Kirishima's gaze, good hand still cradling his cheek.

"Do you mean that?" Bakugo asks, hoping flaring in his eyes. That alone is enough to give Kirishima a shot of courage

"Yes. I love you, Katsuki Bakugo, from the tip of my hat to the sole of my boots."

With that, Bakugo's cheeks tinge a cute pink.

"Fuck. I love you too, Eijiro, more than anything. You're the person I want to settle down with, partners for life, or whatever it is Mina says."

Kirishima laughs, this one much brighter than the last despite his sniffles, and wraps his arms around Bakugo. "Close enough. Does this mean I can kiss you now? I've been thinkin' about it for a while."

"You fuckin' better, I've been waiting for over five years and a bullet wound now."

Squeezing his side, Kirishima replies, "I'm ignoring that because you're cute, but we will be headin' back to the ranch after this to get the doc."

Bakugo rolls his eyes and surges in rather than waiting any longer, their lips meeting a little harshly.

The sting pain is gone quickly though, instantly soothed away by the rush of love that courses through him and the taste of alcohol on Bakugo's tongue.

It's even better than he imagined

They only pull away when Kirishima's hands start to wander and one skims over the bandages, making Bakugo hiss.

"Okay, okay. Time to go back now so I can't hurt you," Kirishima says, grabbing Bakugo's hat and plopping it on his head.

"Fine, let's go home. So long you stay with me."

"Always."

Home with Katsuki by his side. He couldn't ask for anything more perfect

#bnha #mha #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #angel writes #kirishima eijirou #bakukiri #yeehawgust #western au #doing it as a bullet fic did NOT make it shorter xD #but it was super fun #for Bee #getting together #the one thing i looked up was ground tyinh #which i knew was a thing i just needed to check it out

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hew HowarthBBC Sport journalist7 hours ago296 CommentsThere were plenty of eyebrows raised when Real Madrid paid Liverpool around £8.4m for Trent Alexander-Arnold when they could have got him for free just a month later.Xabi Alonso's side were determined to sign the right-back in time for the start of their Club World Cup campaign, and they opted to pay the fee to release the 26-year-old from his contract early.It was certainly a bonus for Liverpool, who looked like losing their prized asset for nothing.But - on the day Alexander-Arnold would otherwise have been able to sign for the Spanish club - his first month with them has more than paid for their calculated gamble.Having started every game in Real's Club World Cup campaign, Alexander-Arnold provided his first assist as 21-year-old striker Gonzalo Garcia further enhanced his growing reputation by heading home his cross to send them past Juventus and into the quarter-finals.That goal alone was worth an extra £10m for Madrid, with the club having already received about £43m for just reaching the last 16.Madrid will meet either Borussia Dortmund or Monterrey in the quarter-finals, and could earn up to £125m if they go on to win the tournament."Of course it was worth paying the extra money," former France full-back Gael Clichy told Dazn. "You don't have time in football, but this competition has given Real Madrid and Trent extra time."This has allowed Trent to get used to Real Madrid. He has to be excited by what is to come - and so will Real Madrid."How has Alexander-Arnold performed?This was the second time Alonso has deployed his preferred 5-3-2/3-5-2 formation since he replaced Carlo Ancelotti as Madrid coach, and his new charges - including Alexander-Arnold - certainly appear to be adjusting to the new system.Alexander-Arnold, who impressed his new employers with his Spanish abilities at his unveiling, has played the full 90 minutes in his past two appearances, growing in confidence with each game.He endured a mixed start on his debut against Al-Hilal, who caught him out of possession on several occasions and almost scored after the former Liverpool man lost possession near the halfway line. He also won only one of his five duels in that match.He looked vulnerable at times in his second game of the tournament against Pachuca, but in the 3-0 win over Salzburg - his first in the wing-back position - he was involved in Madrid's third goal late in the second half and has now repaid Alonso's faith with his first assist for the club."It was a fantastic delivery from Trent," former Chelsea midfielder John Obi Mikel told Dazn. "We know he can do that - even though there are still questions defensively. It's good to see him settle. We knew it would take him time."Ex-Netherlands midfielder Edgar Davids echoed those sentiments, saying: "I think he is a good fit for Real Madrid and he will get better."If you want to have attacking full-backs, he is one of the key figures in that position in the world. If you want that and you have the speed in front of you, it is ideal."Questions remain about some of his defensive work though, as he only won two of his five duels and one of his two tackles.OptaGarcia assist a sign of things to come?Alexander-Arnold endured a quiet first half against Juventus, spending much of it playing short or backwards passes - rather than the raking balls Liverpool fans grew accustomed to. He carried more of an attacking threat as the game progressed, however, finishing the match on eight crosses - more than any other Madrid player.He flashed a delivery across the six-yard box in the first half, which somehow evaded everyone in the area, but his cross for Garcia eight minutes into the second period allowed the 21-year-old to thump a powerful header beyond Juventus goalkeeper Michele de Gregorio."He could have had many more assists already," said Madrid keeper Thibaut Courtois. "In training, he is horrible to play against. His corner kicks are another level."I don't think I

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enha giving you partner privilege ˖ ࣪ ˒ ‎♡⃕

requested <3

PAIRING ! enhypen x gn!reader

GENRE ! cavity inducing fluff!

WC ! 3.1k

WARNINGS ! being judged for wearing a skirt in jungwon’s

a/n: help i’m sorry this took literal months but finally feeding u all an enha reaction-ish T-T i took multiple long breaks between most of these so. sorry if it’s weird lol

LEE HEESEUNG !

if literally anybody tries to tease or make fun of this man.. oh no

he is NOT afraid to retaliate and tear them to shreds, even if it’s his closest friends or members <\3

when it comes to you though..

he just ,, LETS YOU ?!

and everyone else agrees that it’s totally unfair, INCLUDING YOU because you wanted a reaction.. that’s the whole point of teasing :(

but instead he just sits there with a dumb little smirk because he thinks you’re so cute and wants to give you a kiss as you continue calling him a loser 🧌

“hah, you suck. i don’t even play video games and i won,” you taunt with a big, victorious grin

heeseung doesn’t even complain or fight back, continuing to go past the results screen with a nonchalant smirk, “yeah yeah.. you just got lucky”

however, you begin to pout slightly, earning no actual reaction from your relentless teasing

so you try and push him further, “nuh uh, i think you’re just bad. but it’s okay seungie, you can’t be good at everything~”

well, that doesn’t work either

instead of getting mad heeseung just GRINS, quietly admiring how cute you look when you’re all cocky and smug about your little victory

aaand then everything goes downhill when sunghoon enters the room 😟

the tall boy snickers immediately at the sight of the tv, watching your character dance in victory, “nice one, y/n!”

you grin up at the younger with a wink, “thanks hoon, i must admit, it was an easily won battle.”

he laughs harder, “next time you gotta go easy on him,” feeling brave apparently, sunghoon has the nerve to ruffle your boyfriend’s fluffy hair with a mischievous smirk, “you know how hyung gets when he loses.”

yikes

heeseung’s once adoring expression turns into one of (half joking) annoyance, jaw clenched as he swats sunghoon’s hand away from his head

“really bro? 1v1 me right now then, i’ll kick your ass and we both know it,” he sasses, getting ready to throw the other controller at the boy

the speed in which sunghoon bolted outta the room in pure terror

you’re just 🧍

“no fair, how come you don’t get mad when i tease you?” you complain, crossing your arms like a toddler

heeseung’s expression softens again, pulling you towards his side of the couch for a warm hug, “s’cause you’re my baby,” he murmurs cheesily against your skin

“and ‘cause i let you win.”

“aw— wait what?” 😕

// PARK JAY !

the amount of privilege you have as this man’s partner?? lord

there is a lOt

you get excused for every little thing

even though jay hates ppl touching his hair he lets you?! and of course will make you food ALL the time

while if anyone else asks, they’ll prob have to spend some time convincing him for a while or bribe him y’know

but perhaps the biggest one..

disturbing jay during his naps is equivalent to asking for a punch in the face

it’s pretty much common knowledge amongst the members that it’s impossible to wake him up anyway

but if they somehow do get him up, they should expect many annoyed grunts and remarks and probably a middle finger before he inevitably falls back to sleep

naps are very serious business for mr park

BUT when you’re in the picture..

suddenly he gets all soft and compliant..

his members find this very annoying and you’re just like hah losers 🥰

at this point they start facetiming you whenever he’s napping because bro practically launches out of bed at the sound of your voice

“hyung, hyung wake up!” jungwon is literally shaking the older boy, pushing him back and forth on the bed

yet he is sTiLL asleep

there has to be some kind of sleeping competition they can sign him up for because god he deserves an award <\3

jungwon eventually gives up, calling for sunghoon’s help

and how does he help?

giving him a big smack on the head of course

finally, jay flinches awake, groaning as he touches his head, “what the hell hoon?!”

“dinner’s ready! ” jungwon quickly announces with a grin, “me and sunoo tried cooking this time and i swear, we didn’t burn anything and it actually tastes—“

“don’t care. let me sleep.”

“but hyung the—“

*snores*

sunghoon sighs, “alright, it’s time we pull out the big guns.”

by that, they mean forcing you to come over there in exchange for some of the boys’ homemade dinner

jungwon and sunghoon watch from the doorway as you tiptoe over to the bed, doing what you do best: tricking your boyfriend

“pretty boy,” you whisper, tracing down his sharp jawline with a feathering touch

and like that, jay starts stirring, eyes eventually fluttering open

“oh, so i have to slap him, but they just cARess his face and suddenly he’s rising and shining— ow!” sunghoon groans when jungwon elbows him into the wall to shut him up

jay yawns, “y/n? what’re you doing here?”

he reaches up to give you a peck, and you nearly coo at his raven hair all tangled cutely

“wanted to have dinner with you guys,” you lie, grabbing his hand to pull him up

“yeah but i was napping..” he protests childishly, making jungwon roll his eyes in the background

it was rare for jay to have his baby moments, but it happens !!

you continue rubbing his hand, “well you also have to eat babe, and i’m gonna be here too.”

at that, he sighs, but gets up from bed, stretching with a yawn

“hallelujah!” sunghoon cheers, prancing over to give you a high five

jungwon groans, “what would we do without you y/n”

jay is just 🧍

“aish.. you were forced here to wake me up weren’t you?”

all three of you make nervous eye contact before running off to the kitchen jungwon claps his hand at last, “who’s ready to have the most life changing meal of your lives?”

// SIM JAEHYUN !

jake’s a little shy about it

but if someone takes something of his he will definitely go D:

he does a little pout!!

and if it’s something that he absolutely REFUSES to share

like a straw

then he’ll be like “ay that’s mine, go get your own!!” in a half joking, jake way y'know?

but when it comes to you…

he cant say no to your cute face <3

everything jake owns? yours

congrats you have a whole second closet now

want some of his food? take the whole plate !!

he even calls you layla’s other parent despite being very very protective of her :(((

thats when you knew you’re extremely special to him !

jake’s just peacefully lying on the couch, waiting for you to finish up showering

when all of a sudden heeseung strolls in, humming as he goes to fill up a glass of water in the kitchen

as jake was about to greet him, his brows furrow at the sight of a familiar logo on the back of the older boy’s green shirt

“hyung..?” he calls suspiciously

“hmm?”

“is that my shirt?”

heeseung looks down for a moment, scanning his outfit before shrugging

“maybe. found it on the floor,” the older replies

jake just frowns

“bro, i don’t wanna share shirts with you! you’re always sweaty as hell after playing league until 3am!”

heeseung takes a leisurely sip of his water, uncaring of the whiney younger boy on the couch, “well too bad. stop leaving your shit on the floor then.”

before jake can give him another pouty complaint, the sound of a yawn coming out of his room leads both boy’s to turn and investigate

a huge smile rushes to jake’s face at the sight of you in one of his t-shirts just like heeseung, the soft white fabric overflowing down your thighs

“angel! is that my shirt?” he giggles cutely

“uh yeah, is that okay?”

“what, of course! you look adorable, c’mere angel,” your boyfriend demands with grabby hands, ignoring heeseung’s disbelieving eye roll nearby

“but when i wear your shirt it’s the end of the goddamn world, huh?”

you snicker quietly as you walk over to jake, letting him pull you in for a kiss

jake smirks, “mhm, now give it back or i’m eating all our ramen without you.”

“you wouldn’t..”

“try me, hyung~”

then he sticks his tongue out in his classic jake way 💪

// PARK SUNGHOON !

getting straight to the point here

when someone touches sunghoon he’s immediately on guard

he’s a lot better with those who are close to him, but he still gets a bit stiff and awkward

and with strangers.. he’ll just try and find an escape right away

this goes especially for his facial area

he will not hesitate to swat anyone’s hand away or flinch in annoyance if they try to pinch his cheeks or poke his nose >:(

similarLY to how sunoo was now

“i saw you blushing when that engene in the front row called you hot~” the younger boy snickers, “you’ve been an idol for two years now, and you’re still not used to that?”

then suddenly hoon’s cheeks are being pushed together, making his lips form a pout

“our sunghoonie is so cute~”

his hand is quickly slapped away 😒

“ow!”

before sunoo can even complain you’re rushing into the dressing room with a vip pass around your neck, running over to give your boyfriend a hug

sunoo watches with a pout as you cup sunghoon’s jaw, reaching up to give him a peck

“you did amazing as usual, i’m so proud!”

yeah

contrary to pretty much everyone else, sunghoon wants your touch and enjoys it thoroughly <3

in your hold, he’s completely relaxed; pushing his cheek further into your hand as he wraps his arms around you

“thank you,” he whispers with a cheeky grin

feeling playful, you even go to pinch his cheeks

and instead of getting mad the boy just gigGLES like a whipped idiot

sunoo crosses his arms, “what!? no fair!”

hoon kinda forgot his bandmate was there to witness everything 🧌

“yah, why’re you still there?” he barks, “shoo!”

you purse your lips to hold in your laugh, waving bye to the sulking boy who only rolls his eyes

you snicker once he’s gone, “so.. what was that about?”

sunghoon sighs, “don’t worry about it..” you raise a brow when he scoops you up, placing you on the makeup table, “now, where were we? celebrating how good i did, right ;)”

// KIM SUNOO !

this one’s a lil’ hard because sunshine is kinda bad at saying no and lets his members get away with a bit toO much

but he still tries to be is very strict when it comes to paying for things because why should he be paying for niki’s new pokemon game ??

of course if it’s his members birthday, an occasional treat, or maybe if he lost a bet it’d be an exception

but besides that he’s pretty good at not falling for the members puppy eyes and pouty whining

this of course isn’t the same for you

you’re literally the love of his life!! his partner of COUrse he has to spoil you and buy you absolutely everything you want >:(

sunoo will literally tell you beforehand to not let him sEe your wallet on dates or he’ll get upset

(even though when he becomes all pouty you only think he’s adorable)

sunoo would be doing his skincare

having the time of his life y’know putting his face mask on and—

“hyung, can you—“ before he can even finish, riki starts CACKLING and sunoo already knows it’s because of his green face mask ..

“you— you look like-“ he snorts, “the little green guy from monsters inc-“

sunoo slaps his arm, “yah, i do not. what do you want, brat?”

the younger boy grins, staring at him through the mirror

“so… splatoon 3 came out and..”

“absolutely not”

riki gAsps in offense, “why not!? it’s only like 90$!”

“do i look like your mom?”

“kinda—“

“shut up. go ask jake hyung, you know he can’t say no to you”

then suddenly

you, who was on your boyfriend’s bed waiting for his return, prance into the bathroom as well

“sunnie guess what!?”

sunoo smiles brightly at your arrival, pausing his ministrations to meet your eyes

“hmm?”

you grab his arm, shaking him back and forth, “seventeen is coming on tour here next month! we have to get tickets!”

he gasps, “really!? okay, i’ll get us tickets tonight!”

but then riki.. 🧌

“hyung, why will you buy y/n a concert ticket but i can’t get a game?”

“because they’re y/n and you’re riki ☺️”

ouch <\3

// YANG JUNGWON !

AWHhh won’s the cutest with giving you privilege T-T

there’s a lot of super small things that you might not even notice

like letting you touch his dimples, wear his clothes or play with his hair

you may not realise your privilege ‘cause if anyone else did those things he proBably wouldn’t say anything

because he’s jungwon

BUT when you do it he genuinely encourages you and gets all giggly <3

one thing you’ve definitely noticed though is how protective wonnie tends to get over you compared to others

he’s already quite protective of the people he loves as is

but 99% of the time he won’t mention or say anything if an issue comes up:

say an interviewer makes a comment he doesn’t approve of

some backhanded compliment to one of his members

or maybe a joke gone too far

he isn’t the type to say something rude in response or bring it up off camera, at most the interviewer would receive a very harsh glare and frown

when it comes to his partner though..

no no absolutely nOt.

you are his responsibility!! his person, his love and therefore he will not hesitate to defend you and fight anyone who dares to bring a tear to your face

suddenly his normal coherent thoughts of ‘it’s okay jungwon, don’t say anything, be professional’ FLIES OUT THE WINDOW BECAUSE no. he will not accept this

for example!!

one day you and won were going on a cute lil picnic in the park <3

you decided to wear a skirt for the heck of it, thinking it’d look cute especially with the picnic idea and the weather getting a tad warmer

so once you’re both out of the car, jungwon holding the basket of pastries while you carried the drinks and blanket, you were both pretty sure nothing could ruin the cheery mood

jungwon even complimed your skirt, mentioning how he thought it suited you perfect :D

“wah, i’ve been wanting to have a picnic all year. really, this is gonna be perfect!” your boyfriend says cheekily

“mhm, next time we should bring mauemi though!”

you wait for jungwon’s reply with a smile, but it quickly drops when you look up to see an old woman on a bench staring at you as if you’d done something terrible, her wrinkly face pulled into a displeased frown

brows furrowing, you follow her gaze to your bare legs, a tug of insecurity forming in your stomach as she scans you up and down

“..and the squirrels would be perfect to chase—“ jungwon pauses when he glances over at you, worry increasing as he notices your visibly deflated expression, “jagi?”

his eyes follow yours, widening when he sees the lady send you daggers from across the park

jungwon’s brows furrow, holding your hand tighter with every step you take closer to her

if it was anyone else, he knew that he wouldn’t say a thing; probably brush it off, maybe send her a frown back

but he simply can’t help the words that tumble from his mouth, “is something wrong, ma’am?”

your eyes widen right away because wonnie nEver has the guts to call people out like that usually???

ESPEcially not an elderly person ..

of course, the old woman only scoffs rudely in response, muttering something in a malicious tone under her breath

the boy holding your hand smirks in satisfaction and you sigh, quickly leading him away as fast as possible

“yah, why’d you do that?!” you whisper-yell

he gives you an obvious glance, “because i didn’t like how she looked at you”

jungwon looks cute 99% of the time, but at that moment with the harsh glare on his face, he’s a bit intimidating even to you <\3

you gulp, “still..”

“no, y/n,” he interrupts sternly, “i refuse to let my pretty s/o stay upset when there’s something i can do about it”

with that, jungwon places down the picnic basket and starts pulling out your snacks like nothing happened <3

“so, what should we eat first?” :D

// NISHIMURA RIKI !

sigh.

now for this boy your partner privilege is THROUGH THE ROof okay

the difference in how he treats you to everyone else??

literally anyone can see the difference even if it’s their first time meeting you guys

riki’s a combo of all the previous ones

lets u wake him up whenever and even interrupt him while dancing/gaming

definitely gives u all the pda u want but if anyone else tries it he may bite them

and ofc defends you withOut hesitation even if it’s just some lame joke he will roast them right back mf !!!

the most noticeable point though is for sure how a majority of the time he listens to whatever you say ON THE FIRST TRY

it’s ‘majority of the time’ because if he didn’t annoy you at least a bit that wouldn’t be riki

it could be something so small

sunghoon and you would be chilling on the couch, then he’d see riki walk in

“yah, can you get me a water?”

mans gets ignored as niki pUshes him over to sit next to you instead

“no, i’m lazy.”

sunghoon just rolls his eyes, meanwhile you were on your phone; completely oblivious to the conversation as you reach over to kiss the younger boy’s cheek

“babe, can you go grab me a drink please?”

bro SPRINTS to the kitchen without another word 🧌

nobody knows why he’s so enthusiastic to serve you but !!

sunghoon is tempted to call him a simp

or exhibit b

you’re at the dorms watching jake and niki play some video game

or at least. they were supposed to be playing together

but apparently it was a single player game and your boyfriend was being a bit of a hog judging by how they were practically wrestling on the carpet for the controller 😟

then after a while longer jake desperately calls out for you

“y/nnn he won’t give me a turn!”

you realise at that moment that this is what having kids must feel like

meanwhile riki gives u that innocent look as if he did nothing

you sigh, “yah, give jake a turn. haven’t you been playing for like 15 minutes straight?”

jake nods furiously in agreement

he pouts, “well yeah but..”

you give him the stink eye

aaand he passes the controller over without any more complaints <\3

jake lets out a vEry sarcastic thank you while riki wanders all the way over to you and plops down in your embrace like a whiny toddler

then he just looks up at you from your lap

“you look pretty today.”

jake groans in the background while you nearly choke

“all of a sudden??”

“yeah,” he replies simply, “i don’t mind giving up my spot to jake ‘cause i have a much better view now~”

what will you do with this boy 😞

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axe-writes · 2 years ago

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The Drunk Clown

Jack slowly stumbled back through the carnival. He had let Jeff talk him into playing a drinking game, which he won, but now he was feeling very horny. So he was trying to get back to the tent the two of you shared. Even though this was his carnival he had walked into the wrong tent twice now.

Tomorrow he would kick Jeff’s ass for getting him this drunk. Tonight however, he was going to find his little wife and make them cum.. if he could find the tent that is. He giggled to himself, you’d think it was hilarious that he was lost right now. Finally he spotted the tent and made his way into it, then opened the hidden door that led to your home.

Jack started down the hallway that led to your bedroom clumsily stripping his clothes off as he went. Once he reached the door, he kicked his underwear off before opening it. He wasn’t prepared to see his darling little sweet wife wearing one of his shirts. You laid there sleeping away, the tips of your fingers barely visible at the ends of the sleeves that you had obviously rolled up already. His heart felt like it was going to explode from the cuteness, his cock got more erect as well.

Slowly, he crept into bed getting behind your curled up form. He carefully positioned himself so that his hardness was lined up, ready to slip into you. As slow as he could he moved closer pressing his body to yours and thrusted himself into you.

The sudden feeling of him inside of you woke you up. You moaned, still half asleep, as he began pumping into you slowly at first and soon picking up speed. “J-Jack! Ohhhh god Jack!” You moaned out loudly as you slowly found your consciousness.

“You looked so good in my shirt, I just couldn’t help myself sweetness.” He giggled and began pumping into you harder showing just how needy he was for you. His arms slowly wrapped around you holding you tightly as he picked up the pace.

Gripping onto his arms tightly, you let yourself feel the waves of pleasure coursing through your not quite awake body. He felt so good, you couldn’t even pretend to be upset that he woke you up needing to have his way with you. You found yourself pressing against him wanting to feel more of him.

“Bloody.. hell.” Jack grunts out thrusting deeper, making you swirl your hips, needing to fill him cum inside of you. “Keep doing that sweetness and I’m not going to last much longer.” Your hips move faster as you begin to bounce on his cock, feeling entirely too needy and hot.

“J-Jack! Please.. god..” Panting and gripping tighter to his arms your mind loses focus and all you can think about his him.

Jack continues his rhythmic pounding desperate to cum inside of his cute little wife. Hearing your sounds of pleasure spurred the need on. Nothing could make him reach his orgasm faster than hearing you say his name while his cock was buried inside of you. Except maybe feeling you tighten around him as your own orgasm hit.

“Ohhh f-fuck Jack!” You yelled out as your orgasm hit. A loud moan escaping your lips as your body shuddered.

Jack’s movements became sloppier, his own orgasm drawing closer. “M-My sweet!” He calls out gripping you tighter and pushing deeper. A sudden wet warmness filled you as his hips jerked, a dark blush spreading across your face like it always did when he came for you.

Jack pressed his face against your neck, nuzzling you, feeling satisfied. “I love you sweetness.” He says yawning sleepily.

You smile and reach back ruffling his hair lovingly. “I love you too drunk man.” His breath starts to slow as he begins to fall asleep. Tomorrow you were going to thank whoever got him drunk, but tonight, you were going to fall asleep with his arms around you and his cock in you.

#story time #laughing jack x reader #creepypasta #laughing jack

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frogtanii · 4 years ago

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℗ me and my husband

atsumu x fem!reader (poker face ending)

series masterlist

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

wc. 3.2k (holy shit)

warnings. NOT PROOFREAD, v v soft domestic, marriage :00, smut!! (is marked off!!), soft dom!tsumu, hair pulling (giving), unprotected sex, slight praise kink, pretty vanilla ngl

an. can be read as a one shot but u might be confused lmfao also this took SO LONG OMFG also also heavily unedited, take things w a grain of salt lmfao anyways don’t forget to feed me ahaha m rlly proud of this so i hope y’all like it <33

it was moving day and atsumu was about to lose his mind.

today was the official day of the hyper house disbandment and while most of the members were still figuring out new living arrangements and thus remaining past the deadline, you were one of the few trying to get out as soon as possible.

makki and mattsun were so excited to have you move in, they showed up early that morning to help you pack. now, it was around 1p and it was almost time for you to go. you still had a few more boxes to go but things were speeding right along.

normally, atsumu would be right by your best friends helping you out but he was currently in the middle of a breakdown.

you were leaving. leaving. he had no idea when he’d see you again (even though you promised to meet up weekly to catch up), if he would ever see you again. for all he knew, makki and mattsun would just hide you away forever, never to be seen again.

okay, so he was panicking.

it was just... atsumu was in love with you. he’d known for a while (way longer than he’d like to admit) and he selfishly thought he’d have more time with you so that he could work up the courage to confess. but now? you were like three boxes away from a distance that he didn’t know if he or your relationship could recover from.

it wasn’t that he was bad at long distance but the tragic events that the house brought, brought the two of you closer together and he didn’t want to lose that.

atsumu let out a groan and dropped his head against the wall, his mind running with scenario after scenario, all ending in failure and utter embarrassment.

“hey, you okay?” you called out, a large box cradled delicately in your arms. as atsumu turned from the plaster in front of him, he allowed himself a moment to take you in.

you were wearing short athletic shorts, worn converses, and his t shirt. a thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, the lights above reflecting off of it, giving you a warm glow.

of course you looked hot moving boxes.

you called his name again in concern and he immediately felt his heart clench in guilt. you’d already been through so so much and here he was fantasizing about you instead of being there for you like a good friend would.

atsumu let out a sigh and shot you a wide, albeit empty, smile before walking over to you and taking the box out of your hands. the furrow in your brows told him you saw through his expression but he ignored it and made a show of lifting your box above his head and carrying it to mattsun’s car.

“see, what would ya do without these guns angel?” he joked, placing the cardboard into the trunk. you rolled your eyes and poked him in the side playfully. “die, probably.”

the butterflies in his stomach kicked up at the underlying sincerity in your voice but he tried his best to overlook it. it was much harder than it seemed, especially when you looked at him with such fondness in your gaze that made him want to kiss you senseless.

gulping hard, he quickly turned away from you, busying himself with fitting your things in the truck like a game of tetris.

“atsumu.” your voice was firm but pleading and he didn’t dare look at you for fear of spilling everything right then and there. “wow, ya sure got a lot of stuff, huh? wonder how much of this was bought with ushijima’s money,” he started to ramble but thankfully he was interrupted by makki whooping as he walked out of the house.

“last box bitches!” you shot atsumu one final worried look before running over to makki and mattsun, yelling the whole way there.

atsumu was grateful your back was to him because he couldn’t hide the affectionate look that overtook his face, a soft smile spreading across his lips as he watched you hip bump your friends while cackling wildly.

god, he was so in love with you.

what was he going to do when you moved out and away? what if you found someone, someone how loved you as much as he did (not possible)? he would wish for your happiness even at the expense of his own but... what if you both could be happy?

caught up in his thoughts, atsumu didn’t register you saying your goodbyes to the remaining members until you were finally in front of him.

“i’m gonna miss living with you tsum.” you unceremoniously launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest. his heart leapt violently at the contact and he prayed to every deity above that you didn’t hear it underneath your head.

he barely managed to hug you back before you pulled away, your eyes slightly teary and red. “um, well, makki and mattsun are waiting for me so uh,” you trailed off looking back at the van and your friends who were so (im)patiently waiting for you to join them.

atsumu’s breath quickened as you scooted a bit away from him, truly getting ready to leave. no, no, it couldn’t end like this, awkward and distant. no, he wasn’t going to let it.

“atsumu?” you asked worriedly, reaching out a hand to touch him when he didn’t respond but he couldn’t hear you. he felt hot all over, like he was going to explode or magically combust if he didn’t get the words out into the air.

“tsum, are you oka-“ “i’m in love with ya.”

you paused, shock written clearly all over your face. the fear of rejection slammed into atsumu like a brick, the feeling settling in the pit of his stomach like a rock but he still didn’t stop.

“i’m in love with ya and i have been for forever. yn, yer beautiful but yer face and body aren’t even the best part of ya, even though they’re pretty damn great. yer just-“

“tsum-“

“-yer so kind, especially when ya don’t need ta be. yer badass but ya care fer others so deeply and ya make me wanna be a better person. ya make me a better person. i know ya-“

“tsumu please-“

“-ya probably don’t feel the same and that’s alright but i needed ta tell ya, before ya leave and fall in love with some other scrub, just in case we can be happy together and-“

all of a sudden, your hands were buried in his shirt and you were pulling him close to meet your lips with his, your mouths meshing together in a soft and passionate kiss.

bliss. atsumu was in sheer bliss. your lips were as soft as he thought they would be as they moved with his, his hands coming up to grip your waist and pull you even closer to him.

sooner than he would have liked, his lungs started burning for air so he pulled back but not very far, instead resting his forehead against yours.

“i was trying to tell you i liked you too, idiot,” you muttered, your eyes still closed as you spoke. he chuckled, a wide grin overtaking his entire face as he really took in what you were saying.

you liked him back. you liked him. holy shit.

but instead of saying any of that, he decided to tease you a bit. “just like? if i recall, i just confessed my undying love for ya.”

you pulled back with a faux scoff, hitting him in the arm with a huff. “shut up you ass. of course i love you too.” you couldn’t keep your real smile off your cheeks while you confessed, your soft expression bringing another wave of desire over atsumu’s body.

“can, can i take ya inside angel?” he allowed his true intentions to be heard in his words, your eyes widening when you figured out what he meant. you nodded vigorously before shooting a look to makki and mattsun. mattsun just waved you off and got into his truck while makki yelled, “get that dick!”

you heated up horribly, grabbing atsumu’s hand and pulling him towards the house and to his room. he allowed himself to be dragged along, sending winks to the other boys as he went until the two of you were standing right in front of his door.

“i love ya,” he whispered, lifting your hand to his lips to place a gentle kiss there. you grinned. “love you too tsum.”

that must have been the final straw because the minute the words left your mouth, he was on you.

••• smut begin•••

pressing you up against the door, atsumu ravaged your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as he walked you backwards into his room, laying you down on the bed so that he was hovering over you, his hips pressing hard against yours.

instinctively, you ground up into him, rewarding you with a loud groan and a gasp of your name. “fuck angel, yer killing me here,” he laughed breathlessly, rolling his hardness against your thigh. you let out a breathy moan and tangled your hands in his hair to bring him back down to your lips.

as you continued to kiss him, his hands scrambled at your waist, pushing his hands under it to grope at your chest. you giggled at the cold of his fingers but he didn’t pay it any mind, moving down from your mouth to your neck, sucking dark marks into the sensitive skin there.

“ah, shit tsumu,” you tilted your head to the side to give him more access, just as he reached under your bra to tease your nipples. a startled gasp left you, your back arching into his careful touch. “that feel good angel?” atsumu asked, voice low and gravelly as he pinched the delicate bud, drawing another noise from your throat.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. you bit your bottom lip while he pulled your shirt and bra off, tossing them somewhere in the room. as he scanned your half naked body, he noticed you quieting yourself and he lightly shook his head. his thumb found its way to your lip, carefully pulling it from between your teeth.

“wanna hear ya angel, let me hear yer pretty noises, yeah?” without letting you respond, atsumu dove back into your chest, suckling one of your nipples into his mouth while toying with the other, a sigh of his name sending a bolt of arousal straight to his loins.

he grinded against you absentmindedly, losing himself in you, eventually switching sides to give the same treatment to your neglected bud.

while atsumu seemed to be having the time of his life attached to your tit, you were getting impatient, your arousal completely soaking through your underwear. you needed more.

tangling your fingers in his blond locks, you attempted to tug him away from your chest but his reaction was unlike anything you could’ve expected. “aahh!” he let out a strangled whine, his hips bucking against your side.

“please, tsumu, need more,” you breathed, his needy reaction not lost on you as pulled his hair a bit harder. you were not disappointed as his eyes rolled back and his mouth opened in a silent moan before dropping his head to your shoulder.

“fuck, fuck, okay angel, i got ya, i got ya.” atsumu swiftly disposed of both yours and his bottoms and underwear before lifting your leg and positioning himself at your entrance.

“tell me if i hurt ya, alright? i love ya,” he smiled down on you, your heart swelling two times at his carefulness. “i love you too,” you replied, watching as his pupils grew and a low groan broke free from his chest.

“oh angel, ‘m gonna ruin ya.” that was the last thing he said before he pushed into you, both of you letting out whimpers as he stretched you open, the blunt head of his cock just a few centimeters shy of your cervix.

your back arched in pleasure, both of your hands scrambling until they found purchase on his back, your nails digging in just when he started to thrust shallowly into you.

“f-fuck, how’re ya s-so fuckin’ tight?” atsumu growled through gritted teeth, every word punctuated with a roll of his hips. you couldn’t respond as you were too overwhelmed with pleasure, his cock rubbing against your g-spot with every slow movement.

speaking of slow, he was moving way too leisurely for your tastes. you needed him to move faster and you knew exactly how to do it.

sliding your hand up from his back, you grabbed a good chunk of hair from the back of his head and pulled. his reaction was immediate and oh-so gratifying.

an honest to god whimper poured from his lips and he instantly thrusted all the way into you, his length driving into your g-spot perfectly. you both let out twin moans as he started rocking into consistently, every movement bringing you closer and closer to your peak.

“i love ya, i love ya so fuckin’ much, angel—shit—yer so amazing, i love ya,” atsumu rambled while pounding into you, deep curses and whines of your name interspersed with his declarations of love. if you could speak, you would reciprocate but you were too busy holding on for dear life as he fucked you into oblivion.

desperate for some kind of anchor to reality, you grasped onto his locks again, gripping tightly as drawn-out cries of his name slipped from your open lips. you were close, so close and he knew it too.

“feel ya clenchin’ around me like a good girl, ya gonna cum fer me? gonna cum fer me angel?” atsumu’s hand snaked down between your bodies to rub fast circles on your clit, a shaky sob finding its way out into the open air.

“oh shit, yeah, ‘m g-gonna cum for you tsum, ‘s all for you,” you moaned, clamping down on him sporadically as you started to cum, your vision whiting out and your thighs trembling while you gushed around him.

your mind was floating off when you felt him cum with a shout, his warmth flooding you and spilling out as he collapsed onto your chest.

••• smut over •••

the two of you lied there for a while, attempting to regain your brain and feeling in your legs. you vaguely made note of the wet rag cleaning between your thighs and the following weight falling down beside you but it was only after a few more minutes that you really came back to yourself, rolling over to lay on atsumu’s bare chest.

“holy shit, tsumu,” you said in awe, your boyfriend (!!) laughing at your reaction. “i’m just that good angel, what can i say?”

you groaned and hit him in the chest but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face if you tried. “you are such a menace!”

“only fittin’ that i picked a gremlin ta be with then,” atsumu teased while playing with a piece of your hair. mock offense filled your chest as you sat up, fixing him with your ‘angriest’ glare.

“is that the kind of language you’ll be using in your vows, mister?” you were only joking but when atsumu’s eyes widened and a blush spread across his cheeks, you realized your mistake.

you opened your mouth to apologize or to make some kind of excuse but he beat you to the punch. “ya wanna marry me angel?” he asked, looking so vulnerable with hope shining in his brown irises. you couldn’t bear to lie.

“of course tsum, you’re it for me,” you reached out a hand to caress his cheek and he leaned into it, his own coming up to cup yours and hold it against his face.

“good.” and that was the end of that, that evening’s... extraneous activities having thoroughly tired to the point that you fell completely asleep with your face against one of his pecs.

if you had stayed awake a little longer, you would’ve seen atsumu pull out his phone and start a new note titled, “my angel.”

if i just said i loved you, it would be an understatement. it would be like saying the sun’s surface is just a bit warm or that the arctic is just a little chilly. it would be an injustice to you and to how i truly feel about you. love—

“-is a word that is much too soft and used far too often ta ever describe the fierce, infinite and blazing passion that i have in my heart for ya angel. ya acknowledge my strengths and ya accept my faults. ya make me wanna be a better person every day. so, today i vow ta laugh with ya and comfort ya during times of joy and times of sorrow. i promise ta always pursue ya, ta fight for ya, and love ya unconditionally and wholeheartedly for the rest of my life. ya are my best friend and i’m the luckiest person on earth ta call ya mine- wait are ya crying?"

the audience burst into laughter as you frantically tried to wipe away your tears, punching atsumu softly on the arm. “of course i am, you ass.”

the officiant cleared his throat, grabbing both of your attentions. “it is the bride’s turn to give her vows. if you may?”

you nodded and atsumu already felt like crying. again. he’d cried that morning while getting dressed and then again when you walked down the aisle in the most beautiful dress he had ever seen. now, as he watched you pull a folded piece of paper out of your bra, he knew he’d made the right decision in confessing to you, all those years ago.

he also knew he was definitely going to cry again.

“atsumu, falling for you wasn’t falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing that you’re home. today, i want to make you promises that i will always keep. i promise to never stop holding your hand or accepting your kisses. i promise to not hit you too hard when you insult me or call me a gremlin. i promise to share my food with you, to never go to bed angry, and to try and understand your obsession with professional men’s volleyball. i promise to love, respect, protect and trust you, and give you the best of myself, for i know that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone. i choose you. i’ll choose you over and over and over, without pause, without doubt, i’ll keep choosing you.

i used to never truly enjoy moments because i was always waiting for what's next. the next thing horrible thing to happen. now that i have you, i enjoy the moment. every moment.

today seems like it's the start of a new journey, but i already belong to you. falling for you wasn't falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing you're home. i love you.”

and at least in this lifetime

we’re sticking together

me and my husband

we’re sticking together

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bokugaos · 4 years ago

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msby main 5! strapping you to a sybian <33

tw — gangbang, sybian, restraints, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, facefucking, gagging, blow jobs (m. receiving)

your chest is heaving as you calm down from another orgasm. how many times have they pushed your body to the edge? you’re.. you’re not sure anymore.

it is difficult to focus on it when all you have to go on is the spasming of your muscles which haven’t quite stopped around the third time they were teased into contracting until you bit your tongue almost bloody.

your thighs are shaking, trying to push against the bonds keeping you on the infernal thrumming seat, but you’re weak. you can’t do anything but have your whole weight on the sybian, pushing the vibe in deeper. its humming against you is making you go cross-eyed. it is aching now. definitely aching.

“p… please stop.. it’s enough, right?” you try. you don’t talk back to them most of the time and there is no use in getting upset now. they have been ignoring all your pleadings since you were woken up by your first orgasm.

you think it was your first. you’re not so sure anymore.

you’re not sure how they even managed to drag you from your bedroom to wherever this is without you being aware of anything.

they have their face turned towards you but are not reacting one way or another. you’re not sure they are even listening to you. meian has a remote in his fist with which he uses to manipulate the speed and intensity of the toy you are sitting on, but he hasn’t changed anything in a while.

as your muscles start failing you, you are forced to sit on the base of the vibe they pushed into your asshole, making it vibrate with the sybian. you feel yourself going cross-eyed, your belly muscles clenching pathetically as all those sweet little nerves in your entrance are being stimulated.

you’re not used to this. not at all.

bokuto likes to stick his cock up your ass every once in a while as atsumu’s got you bouncing on his cock or when you’re riding his face, but...

shit. you can already feel another one coming. your toes are curling to the point of spasming muscle pains. you try to gather yourself enough to regain some control over your thighs, but there is nothing to be done about it. your body is failing you.

someone moves. you raise your head by a mere inch, just enough to see sakusa come closer towards you.

you stare at him with teary eyes as you start sagging to one side on the saddle you’re strapped on. there’s no way for you to slip off this infernal thing.

you watch as sakusa begins to open his pants, his cock springing free, which he shows off to you. he curls a hand around it and gives it a few pumps, the slick red head is pointed right at your face.

he waits for a moment, as if to give you some time to take in the beauty of his dick after leaving you all alone with the sybian for this long, then reach out and fist fingers in your hair.

you are pulled forward, and you open your mouth without a token protest. tears are at the corners of your eyes as you look up at his torso, your own body on fire as you try to fight against yet another orgasm. you hiccup noisily with the cock still in your mouth, your fingers flexing and clenching into tight, big fists again.

it’s a fucking sight, it is, watching sakusa feed his thick cock into your mouth, and watching your eyelashes flutter in contentment and your pussy gushing some more.

about a half an hour ago, you may have still had a chance of getting into heaven. that has officially gone out of the window.

sakusa is staring down at you without expression. there is no sound coming forth. no reaction. you suckle and play your tongue across the tip, but he is simply staring down at him, not moving one way or another, letting you fuck your mouth on his cock while you try so very hard not to come.

you’ve taken as much of sakusa’s cock as you can into your mouth, but he’s still barely showing you any reaction. instead, he motions for hinata to come closer. and once the latter is kneeling next to you, he takes his hand and presses it to your abdomen and pushes down, forcing you at a different angle.

your eyes fly open and you groan around sakusa’s cock, grinding your hips down on the rubber dick in earnest now.

“good girl,” the curly-haired murmurs, almost absentmindedly. you catch the way hinata’s cock twitches at that, although the man is focused on seeing your eyes water up, whether it’s from the cock in your throat or the praise, he doesn’t know.

you keen in the back of your throat and sakusa throws his head back at the vibrations it sends up his shaft.

he loses control of his hips for a moment and thrusts shallowly into your mouth. your knuckles go whiter where they’re gripped onto the sybian.

“should we turn the speed up?” hinata says, voice lower than you’ve heard it in a while.

sakusa looks down and nods right as you hear atsumu chimes in, “yeah? i bet she’s gonna like that.”

you look up through your eyelashes, tears streaming down the sides of your face. god, you’re a sight like this, with your mouth stuffed full of cock and holding onto the vibrating machine like your life fucking depends on it. you look desperate and like you will come any minute. you keep yourself awake as best you can and take sakusa down further as if to emphasize it.

spit and precum drip off your chin and onto the machine you’re straddling every time you move your tongue, trying your best to make sakusa come even though you fear you might lose all control of your body once you reach another climax. and you’re so close.

you feel like you’re not going to live through another orgasm.

the machine slows down and your eyes roll to the back of your head, momentarily satiated. sakusa steps away, and you use this opportunity to catch your breath, until you realize with a jerk that you have to try to move away. the machine keeps buzzing on a low hum beneath you. your skin is damp with sweat as hinata strokes over the curve of your thigh and runs his fingers through the thatch of your curls with a smile. "you must be so sensitive right now."

your mouth curves in an exhausted smile in hopes of igniting pity in him as you shift on the sybian, trying and failing to lessen the stimulation.

and then meian kicks the dial, turning it to full power.

your eyes fly open and your mouth opens in a violent scream. your back bow dramatically and you come in an instant, continually making loud, wailing noises somewhere between screams and cries. it looks like someone reaches inside you and pulls the few weak spurts of cum out of you. it looks painful.

you’re whimpering and crying, cunt still gushing, but you manage to speak. “n-no… more, p-please..!” your words are incredibly slurred and you can’t open your eyes, but you’re conscious enough to form a sentence. you sob, moving weakly on the rubber cock still buried inside your ass like you can’t help it.

even after what you just said, you still seem to want it, that or your body isn’t even listening to your brain anymore.

you’re positively sobbing, but they’ve never seen you this desperate, it seems hypnotizing.

you’re a writhing mess, looking like you want nothing more than to just fucking come so they’ll stop. actually, that curling in your stomach is eerily familiar.

“alright, my turn,” bokuto says, and at the sound of his voice you drag your eyes open and manage to tilt your head downward to hide yourself. bokuto is standing over you with his hips to your face, and his cock is a fucking mess, red and twitching, coated in cum and precum.

he softly cards his fingers through your hair. you look up at him through your lashes, and tears webbed in them that catches the light. he pitches his hips forward, getting you even messier than you already are as you slobber all over his cock.

you moan in frustration, a distressed sound. you probably can’t even feel the vibrations at this setting after how long you’ve been on it by now. you’re crying in earnest, not just tears from taking bokuto’s cock but actual, real, fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

sweat drips down your chest and mixes with the now dried cum on your lower abdomen. you’re in absolute hysterics, bucking down on the light vibrations like you want to get away, and you keep chanting pleas for them to show you mercy, and you’re not even sure if you want them to.

“one more, sweet girl, you’re gonna be so good for us,” meian decides, moving for the dial and turning it up again, notch by notch.

it is all an uphill battle, of course. one you are destined to lose. you sob when your aching body starts spasming once more, your hole clenching around the unfamiliar thick presence spreading you open, body convulsing and out of your control as tears stream down your cheeks and the air freezes in your lungs.

your back curves the opposite direction, sending you hunching forward. your scream is muffled, sweat drips down your face and the side of your mouth, which is still stretched around bokuto’s cock. meian turns the dial once more, and then a final time. you squeak, like there’s so much pressure in your lungs that’s all that could escape, your entire body is twitching violently.

you think bokuto is at least pulling his cock out of your throat for the duration. you’re not entirely sure. everything goes dark around him as you spasm in your orgasm.

#msby smut #bokuto smut #sakusa smut #meian smut #hinata smut #atsumu smut #bokuto x reader smut #msby x reader smut #meian x reader smut #sakusa x reader smut #hinata x reader smut #atsumu x reader smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader sm

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prince-septimus · 4 years ago

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bathroom break

pairing : rick flag x bartender!reader

summary : a team of criminals and a colonel wearing a cowboy hat walk into a bar.

word count : 2.4k

warnings : smut, 18+, minor spoilers for the suicide squad

You had spotted them the moment they walked in -- they stuck out like a sore thumb. The rag-tag group of men and the woman with the rat on her shoulder.

Nothing surprised you anymore, so you paid them no mind.

Not until the man in the cowboy hat stepped up to the bar.

It was a while after they arrived -- all crowded into a table not meant to fit the three giant men in the group, let alone all five of them. They had started off slow, a couple of shots, and then they were all splitting off. You could see a few of them on the dance floor, all clearly lost in their own little world.

The bar isn’t particularly crowded tonight. There’s a few regulars, but nothing that keeps you too busy. That’s why you’re able to spot him stepping up to the counter, a beer bottle in hand as he offers you a cheap smile.

He’d be hard to miss even if you had been distracted.

“What can I get you?” you ask, your hands toying with the rag in your hands as you watch the man carefully. There’s something about him that puts you on edge, and you’re not quite sure yet if it’s a good or bad thing.

“Another beer,” he tells you, his teeth flashing in the neon lights of the bar. There’s a faint drawl to his voice, and you can tell the alcohol he’s drank has caused it to drop. “And a one-way ticket out of here.”

“Not the party type?” You take the bottle from his hands, quickly replacing it with another. “Could’ve fooled me.”

His lips turn up. “It’s the hat, ain’t it?”

There’s a slight hint of a smile on your face.

He shakes his head as he takes a pull from the fresh bottle. “Ladies love the hat.”

You busy yourself with wiping down the counter, trying not to think too much into his words. “What’s your name, cowboy?”

Another smile, this one cocky and full of confidence. “That’s classified.”

You make a face. “You really think I’d tell on you?”

“No, but I do think you could get me into quite a bit of trouble.”

The heat courses through your body so quick, and you’re suddenly very aware of everything about this man: the arrogance with which he wears his combination of a cowboy hat and ratty t-shirt, the cocksure smug he sports across his face, and the way he’s looking at you right now.

Something about him reminds you of men you’ve thrown out before, ones who had gone a little too far and had gotten a little too handsy, but there’s something that tells you this man wouldn’t do either of those things unless requested.

Another swig of his beer, and then the bottle is empty.

“Rick Flag.”

You raise a brow. “Flag? How patriotic.”

“There’s more truth in that statement than I’d like.”

“You’re a soldier?”

“Used to be.”

“And now?”

It’s the first time you see something other than his brash personality show through. There’s something almost like regret etched into his features. “Something like that.”

You frown, feeling the conversation taking a turn that you don’t like. Conversations with bartenders are meant to be pleasant -- something to calm your foggy mind and fuel your drunken desires.

You briefly wonder if he’s drunk.

“Had enough?” you ask, motioning to his bottle.

That smug look returns. “It takes a lot more than a couple of shots and a few beers to get me drunk.”

He gives you a knowing look and you flush at the realization that you had been caught in your motives for asking.

“Do you want another?”

“I think I’m good.” A pause. “Wanna get out of here?”

“I’m working.” You feel dumb when you say it, but it’s true.

It makes Rick laugh. “Okay. What about the bathroom? You do get bathroom breaks, don’t you?”

You glance at the restrooms in the corner. “Anybody who knows better knows not to use our bathrooms.”

“Even better.” Rick grins. “Then they’ll know it was an emergency.”

You feel your mouth fall slack, trying to take in Rick’s sudden forwardness. You know there’s a possibility at losing your job over this, but you couldn’t be the first employee to fuck a patron, right?

Maybe the first to fuck one in the bar’s bathroom.

The space is stuffy and smells faintly of stale piss -- a good sign that you won’t be disturbed. One of the overhead lights is busted, its bulb shattered and littered across the tiled floor. You’re not sure who last cleaned in there, but in no way is anything sanitary and up-to-code.

That doesn’t stop Rick from lifting you up onto the bathroom sink and kissing you so hard your head smacks into the mirror behind you. You let out a groan at the quick pain that courses through your head, but Rick swallows the sound and attempts to pull something sweeter from you. The brim of his hat tips back as you kiss, and you absentmindedly push it off, letting it fall to the floor before his shirt follows.

You push him away just enough to admire his exposed skin -- his broad chest and tattooed arms. When you meet his gaze you can see that confidence still hidden there.

You reach for his jeans, yanking on the button and zipper and trying your best to push them down. Rick takes the opportunity to attach his mouth to your neck, sucking a bruise into the underside of your jaw as he takes over for you, kicking his shoes off and pushing his pants down in one quick movement.

“You’ve got too many clothes on,” he breathes against your skin, “not fair.”

You push on his chest again before yanking your own shirt off, throwing it into the growing pile on the floor. Rick reaches around you, deftly releasing the latch of your bra and pulling the fabric from your body. As his lips land on your bare shoulder, light kisses pressed into your skin, Rick reaches down to undo your jeans.

The next moment is the most awkward, and there’s laughter from both of you as Rick deftly pulls your shoes off before you try to lift up enough for your pants to follow. He struggles to pull the tight fabric from around your waist, but finally gets them off. It’s awkward and clumsy and there’s something oddly intimate about it.

And then Rick’s fingers are against the growing wetness of your panties and you’re crying out against his mouth at the stimulation.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he drawls against your lips, “so wet for me already.”

His fingers smooth up and down the fabric, giving enough stimulation to make you feel something, but not enough to get off. You push a hand through his hair, trying to coax some sort of sound from him to mix with your own, and with a slight yank on the hair at the nape of his neck, Rick is groaning out loud. His eyes shut as his hand against you picks up speed, rubbing more earnestly now.

Just as you feel the hint of something start to grow, Rick pulls his hand away, a smirk painted across his face as he looks at your disheveled state.

“You bastard,” you breathe out, resting your hands on either side of you as you try to catch your breath.

Rick laughs. “I’ve been called worse.”

There’s a lull in the action then, and it takes you a moment to figure out why.

“I don’t have a condom,” Rick says softly.

You smile, wiping at the sweat gathering on your forehead before pointing to the machine in the corner. You’re not sure when they had last been changed out, but you’re sure they’re good enough to use still.

It’s another slightly intimate moment -- you watching Rick fumble with the machine before finally producing a condom and holding it up in success. It’s cute, the grin that forms on his face when he turns back to you.

“Still okay with this?” he asks, unwrapping the condom before pushing down his briefs to put it on.

You bite your lip at the sight of him, almost forgetting that your own underwear are still on. When you reach to take them off, Rick reaches out to stop you.

“Keep ‘em on,” he tells you gently. He steps back up to the sink, standing between your legs as he reaches a hand down. His fingers skim across the fabric of your panties before he’s hooking into them and pulling them to the side.

There’s something about the action that turns you on so much you forget to breathe for half a second, and it catches you off-guard when he finally slides into you -- slowly filling you to the brim.

“Good?” he asks, panting slightly, and all you can do is nod as you let the feeling of him inside you completely wash over you.

The first moments are slow, both of you trying to get used to the feel and the position. And then his arms are hooking under your thighs, changing the position slightly and causing him to go almost deeper. You let out a small cry at the sensation as he begins to pick up the speed.

The mirror shakes with the force that he’s fucking into you with, and it leaves you breathless with each stroke. He’s pressing his lips against yours, but it’s nothing close to a kiss, just two mouths pressing against each other as you both try to get a hold on the feelings.

It’s all so overwhelming, and you whine into Rick’s mouth as his hands grip your hips and use that hold to push you against him. You can feel the beginnings of your orgasm returning, a little quicker than normal due to the previous stimulation, and you put a hand on Rick’s chest, trying to steady yourself.

“Almost there,” he tells you, his pace turning sloppy.

When you look at him, his pupils are blown out. He moves his hands up to grab your neck, pushing you back against the mirror. The position is more clunky, a little harder to manage, but Rick never stops moving against you as he swipes his tongue into your mouth.

He’s kissing you when your orgasm hits, swallowing your moans as he sets a frantic pace, trying to get himself off. The overstimulation hits like a truck, and you’re practically crying out against Rick’s mouth.

When his orgasm hits, he falls against you. You absentmindedly wrap your arms around his shoulders as he buries his face into your shoulder, groaning out as he finishes inside the condom. You hadn’t noticed a chill to the bathroom before, but now you can feel it creep up along your skin and you try to use Rick’s body against yours to keep warm.

“You were right about these bathrooms,” Rick says a few minutes later when both of your chests have stopped heaving. He lifts up slightly from you, glancing around the dingy bathroom before carefully pulling himself out of you. The action causes both of you to let out a hiss at the sensitivity, and then you’re making a choked noise when Rick lets his fingers brush across your slit before he pulls your panties back into place.

“Cheeky,” you breathe out, “very cheeky.”

“I try.” He gives you a quick wink as he reaches down to grab at the pile of clothes across the floor. “You think they’re still clean enough to wear?”

“They’ll have to be,” you chirp, taking your clothes and shoes from his arms.

It’s the last intimate moment of the night, the two of you getting dressed beside each other in a dirty bar bathroom. Rick bumps his shoulder against yours as he pulls his shoes back on and you offer him a giddy grin. You snatch his hat from the floor, pretending to brush the dirt off the brim and placing it atop his head. Rick smiles at you, a smile that’s less cocky and more saccharine. You reach for the door after the two of you finish getting dressed, carefully pushing it open to look around the bar. It’s slowly emptying as the night goes on, but there’s still enough people to not make it so obvious when the two of you slip out from the bathroom.

“It’s not the worst walk of shame I’ve done,” you comment, taking pleasure in the way Rick’s brows shoot up as he follows you back to the bar.

“I’m shameful now, am I?”

“More like shameless.” You take your position back behind the bar as Rick takes the seat across from you. When you look out into the dimly lit room, you spot the group Rick had originally come in with. “I think your friends are onto you.”

Rick follows your gaze, offering a small wave to the group when he spots them. “They’ll be fine. Everyone’s got to use the bathroom once in a while, right?”

The look Rick gives you then sends you into a fit of giggles. “Bathroom break. Sure.”

Rick waits for you to settle down before he’s giving you that sweet smile from earlier.

You look at him strangely. “What?”

“I had fun,” Rick tells you, “wouldn’t mind doing it again next time I’m around.”

You scoff playfully, “I bet you wouldn’t.” You still reach for a pen and scrap piece of paper, quickly scribbling your name and number down and handing it to Rick.

Rick stares at the paper for a second before he says your name, a small twang in his voice. It occurs to you that you previously hadn’t given your name, and he's grinning at you like a mad man. “At least now I know who’s name to call out next time.”

Rick leaves you with that, heading back to his friends who all give him a pat on the back as he passes. There's a heat in your face from his words that you’re not sure will ever go away.

#an alternative ending to that bar scene in the suicide squad #aka my attempt at giving rick some fucking happiness #its what he deserves james gunn #rick flag x reader #rick flag #rick flag imagine #the suicide squad #the suicide squad imagine #the suicide squad spoilers

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tenebraevesper · 2 years ago

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Sonic Cyber Revolution, Entry 21: Sonic Speed Riders

''I'm gonna hit you with Sonic Speed!''

– Sonic Speed Riders by Sonic Riders

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''I accept your challenge,'' Sonic said, staring at Shadow with a determined look on his expression. He didn't know why the ebony hedgehog proposed that they race against each other, but he still went along with it, feeling that there was a good reason behind Shadow's actions. He wanted to know what the purpose of this challenge was. ''Which track do you want to race on?''

''You can pick any track you want,'' Shadow replied, extending his hand as an orb of data particles appeared before him, forming into a hoverboard. Sonic picked up his own, but just as he was about to walk over to the holographic screen to select a track, Lucas interrupted them.

''Wait a second, Shadow… What are you trying to do?'' he asked.

''I'm trying to prove a point,'' Shadow replied, with Lucas noting how this wasn't an explanation of what he was up to. He turned to Touka with a questioning look, who shrugged.

''Maybe you should just watch the race,'' she said, beckoning to them to follow her to the bleachers. Meanwhile, Sonic and Shadow prepared themselves for the race, Sonic having selected Tempo City as their racing track and still wondering what Shadow was up to. He trusted his rival, but that didn't mean he didn't have any questions. However, he was confident he would get an answer.

''You said that if I want to beat Jet, I'd have to beat you first,'' Sonic said, stepping on his hoverboard. ''But, last time we raced against each other, we always ended up in a tie. So, where's this confidence coming from?''

''I had some practice since last time,'' Shadow replied, already standing on his hoverboard. Sonic grinned at the idea of having an even bigger challenge. Both looked up at the holographic screen above flashing from red to yellow to green as the AR Field formed.

READY? SET! GO!!

Kicking off, Sonic and Shadow flew right into the AR Field, revealing itself to be an urban area, with tall buildings, archways and towers surrounding them. As this wasn't a Tag Race, there weren't any Power Boxes, meaning they had to rely on their surroundings, rails, accelerators and shortcuts to get the advantage over the other racer. Sonic grinned as he leapt onto an accelerator, getting ahead for a moment, with Shadow being right behind him. He wasn't too worried about losing this one, as he was very familiar with Tempo City's layout.

''You still have to show those skills you've been talking about!'' Sonic shouted as he and Shadow leapt onto a rail as it spiraled into the downtown area. Shadow didn't answer, narrowing his eyes and focusing on his next move. There was a stream of wind just before the end of the rail, with Shadow kicking off and leaping on the stream, getting into a half-crouch as he held onto his hoverboard, with the stream carrying him ahead of Sonic and landing on the ground in front of his rival. Sonic's jaw dropped slightly, as he didn't expect this kind of move. ''Woah, not bad!''

''Hmph!'' Hearing this comment, Shadow briefly turned his head towards Sonic, smirking, then focused back on the track. Meanwhile, outside the track, Team Neos were watching the race between Sonic and Shadow via one of the holographic screens that popped up whenever a track was in use.

''Wait, a minute, I didn't know that you could actually do that!'' Minami said. She and the rest of

''Tch, of course you can,'' Touka replied, drawing everyone's attention. ''However, the issue is that most racers don't think to use that particular shortcut because it can get difficult to time the right moment you'd have to leap onto that wind stream and the landing can be a bit hard if you don't know what you're doing. That's why people usually avoid it.''

Back on the track, Sonic and Shadow were racing through a street that had its walls decorated in graffiti. Shadow was still ahead of Sonic, but the cobalt hedgehog smirked as he knew that there were several curves at this track along with rails he could grind on to pass by Shadow. He was slowly getting closer and closer, boosting ahead of Shadow when he slowed down at one curve and leapt onto one of the rails and accelerating. Grinning, he looked back, spotting Shadow right behind him.

''Seems like I had managed to get ahead of you,'' he said.

''You're still not focused,'' Shadow told him, his eyes flicking to the side. He smirked, grabbing onto the side of his hoverboard and leaping off the rail, much to Sonic's confusion. He looked around, wondering where Shadow went to, only to realize that the ebony hedgehog had managed to get onto one of the walls that surrounded this part of the track. He was still slower than Sonic, but this was quickly made up by the walls curving up and having accelerators plastered all over. While Sonic had to leap off the rail first to get on the accelerator, Shadow simply sped down the wall, boosting ahead and getting the lead.

''Woah!'' Sonic had to admit that this was an impressive move as they entered a tunnel. He managed to gain some slight speed, but he just couldn't surpass Shadow.

''Hmph.'' Shadow briefly glanced back, slowly down slightly so he and Sonic were racing roughly at the same speed, with Sonic rising his eyebrow as Shadow addressed him, ''Why have you accepted the Babylon Rogues' challenge? What was your plan for beating them?''

''Huh?'' Sonic blinked at first, saying the first thing that came to his mind, ''Well, I was trying to outspeed them? Isn't that the point of a race?''

''Maybe in a Solo Race, but not in a Tag Team Race,'' Shadow replied, kicking off and using one of the accelerator to the side to gain more speed. Sonic followed him, his eyes narrowing as his attention was fully on his rival, who had a holographic screen opened next to him. ''Think about it! How did you manage to win your previous battles? How did you defeat Dr. Eggman?''

Sonic gave Shadow a confused look, wondering why the ebony hedgehog was asking him that, but then thought about it for a moment. ''It wasn't just me… We all fought Eggman together and…'' He grinned. ''I had my friends supporting me.''

''Then, do you understand why you lost in a Tag Team Race?'' Shadow asked, with Sonic rolling his eyes.

''Yeah, I do. Thanks for the lesson, Shads,'' Sonic replied, the latter bit being slightly sarcastic. Both of them then used another stream of wind to exit the tunnel.

Meanwhile, back at the bleachers, Touka had a holographic screen open in front of her, allowing for the whole group to hear the conversation. She noticed the looks of discomfort on Warren, Tails and Lily's expressions; Knuckles just stared ahead blankly, being deep in thought; while Lucas just sighed as he felt a strong sense of embarressement. He felt that he should've realized this earlier, as looking back on the race, they weren't exactly working together, being focused on just trying to outspeed Chase and Jet.

''Going by your expressions, you never had a clear strategy when going into this race,'' Touka said, crossing her arms across the chest. ''Have you ever participated at a Tag Team Race before?''

''…No,'' Lucas admitted, with Warren, Tails, Lily and Knuckles shaking their heads. ''This was our first time.''

''Hmph, I guess we can talk about that once Shadow and Sonic join us,'' Touka said, turning her attention back to the screen.

Meanwhile, Sonic and Shadow have entered the last part of their race, speeding down the street, with platforms floating above them. At this point, they were both going at the same speed, with Shadow drawing Sonic's attention by asking another question, ''What do you plan to do now?''

''First of all, I'm going to beat you!'' Sonic replied as he leapt onto an accelerator, boosting away. He was confident that he could defeat Shadow in this race, but to his surprise, the ebony hedgehog started weaving behind him, gaining momentum and using a nearby wall as a ramp to leap onto the platforms above them, then quickly boost down right in front of Sonic, once again taking the lead.

''Hey!'' Sonic yelled, but Shadow turned back to him with a smug smirk.

''Only because you have learned your lesson doesn't mean I'm going to let you win!'' he replied, the two passing only a few seconds later through the finish line, the AR Field behind them vanishing and both of them finding themselves back at the Solar Stadium; with Shadow being the clear winner.

Despite losing, Sonic didn't feel bad about it, as this was a race he had been looking for and he actually really enjoyed it. He turned to Shadow, who got off his hoverboard, holding up his hand curled into a fist. Shadow gave it an uncertain look at first, but then went along with the fist-bump.

''That was a great race! Thanks for the challenge!'' Sonic said, with Shadow just nodding in response. They were approached by the rest of the group, with Sonic noticing that Lucas was mulling over something. ''I know that look. What's your plan?''

The group turned to Lucas, who was a bit startled by the sudden attention. He glanced at Warren, Tails, Lily, Knuckles and Sonic, feeling a little uncertain and clearly seeking for their approval for whatever was going through his head, despite not voicing what exactly it is. He glanced at the Babylon Rogues at the far side of the stadium, who appeared to be talking and enjoying themselves, laughing about something, briefly locking eyes with Chase. Chase grinned, giving him a taunting grin, with Lucas then turning back to his friends. He knew that this wasn't over yet, that their rivalry would have a round two, but he had to wonder whether the rest of the team would agree to it.

''I think we should challenge the Babylon Rogues again,'' he said, feeling anxious about everyone's answers. He took a deep breath, trying to sound more confident. ''I'm sure that, if we go in with a proper strategy, we can beat them.''

''I'm all for it!'' Lily said with vigor, pointing at the Babylon Rogues as her eyes narrowed. ''I'm definitely not going on a date with that guy!''

''I agree with the decision, for Lily's sake and for the restoration of our honor,'' Knuckles said.

''I too want to defeat the Babylon Rogues,'' Tails, who was hovering in the air said in a determined tone, clenching his hands into fists and doing a fist-pump motion.

''You don't even have to ask,'' Warren added. Lucas just sighed, feeling a little relieved, despite knowing that they would have to work hard if they wanted to win against the Babylon Rogues.

''If we have all come to an agreement, then-'' Sonic cut himself off in the middle of the sentence, vanishing in a gust of wind, with Team Neos spotting him at where the Babylon Rogues were, talking to them. Only a few moments later, he was back, with Lucas giving him a dubious look. ''I asked them whether they'd agree to another race in two days' time. They said they'd be happy to humiliate us again.''

''Wait, two days' time? Why not longer? Can we even prepare properly in such a short time?'' Lily asked.

''I'm confident that we can. All we have to figure out is how to work together during a race and we'll win in no time,'' Sonic said in an upbeat tone.

''Even if you have figured out how to work together, I still doubt you'd win against the Babylon Rogues,'' Touka said, drawing everyone's attention.

''Why?'' Lucas asked. Instead of answering, Touka simply tapped on her AR Visor, allowing for a holographic screen to appear. She then grabbed it, giving it to Lucas, as the rest of the group gathered around him to read what appeared to be a news article. Lucas' look of surprise mirrored that of his friends as he saw the photo displayed above the article.

''You can read it if you want, but the gist of it is that the Babylon Rogues had won the Tag Team Hoverboard Racing Tournament held in Mikado City two months ago, despite having participated at it for the first time,'' Touka added, folding her arms across her chest. ''Unless you kept up with the news, you couldn't have known that you were going against professionals.''

''That explains a lot,'' Knuckles said in a dry tone. His teammates' confidence started to falter slightly, with Sonic suddenly turning towards Touka and Shadow.

''Hey, if you two knew this the whole time, why didn't you warn us?'' Sonic asked, placing his hands on his hips, his gaze being mainly directed towards Shadow.

''We had figured that someone like you would know what you were getting yourself into,'' Shadow replied, then shrugged. ''I guess we were wrong.''

Sonic was mildly irked, glaring at Shadow, but he did figure that he probably should've thought this one through.

''What are you guys going to do now?'' Silver asked. ''You guys did agree to another race.''

''If you want, Shadow and I could train you for it,'' Touka suggested, getting some surprised looks from her teammates. She rose an eyebrow. ''Why are you staring at me like that?''

''We just didn't expect you to offer us help. Usually, you guys just avoid any social interactions,'' Minami pointed out.

''We'll make an exception for this case,'' Shadow replied, only for his ears to twitch when he heard Sonic whistling.

''Wow, and I thought you'd only join us during world-ending scenarios,'' Sonic said sarcastically, elbowing Shadow.

''We merely decided to spare you from further embarressement,'' Shadow responded, with the two just staring at each other intensely. After a moment of awkward silence, which seemed to last an eternity, Amy got between the two, turning to Shadow.

''Thank you for your help,'' she said, glancing from Shadow towards Touka. ''But, what I'd like to know is how much experience you have when it comes to hoverboard racing. After all, Shadow had shown a lot of skill during his race against Sonic and Touka had pointed out the mistakes during the initial race.''

''Well, I don't want to brag, but I'm fairly certain that we'd both be able to handle ourselves in a race against the Babylon Rogues and even win,'' Touka replied. ''I had been hoverboard racing ever since I found out about it, spending all of my free time at Solar Stadium, and I know every single track by heart, including any possible shortcuts and quirks the tracks have.''

''Anything I know about hoverboards racing, Touka had taught me,'' Shadow added.

''That's good to know,'' Lucas said. ''Now, all we have to do is come up with a plan and practice.''

''Do you plan on picking the Wayward Dimension track again?'' Touka asked.

''It would be rather poetic if we beat them at the same racing track,'' Tails suggested, with Knuckles and Sonic nodding in agreement.

''Not only poetic, but also satisfying,'' Knuckles added.

''I guess we have come to an agreement,'' Sonic said. Touka just sighed, arms folded across her chest.

''If you're really going to have another race on the hardest track the Solar Stadium has to offer, fine by me, but don't think Shadow or I will show you any mercy,'' she told them, with Shadow, who was standing beside her, giving them an intense stare.

Lucas, Sonic, Warren, Tails, Lily and Knuckles exchanged glances, all of them nodding and turning back to Touka and Shadow, accepting their challenge.

xXx

Chase was lying in his bed, arms placed behind his head, and listened to the sounds coming around him in his room, his eyes closed. Arven and Storm were playing a video game, Jet was polishing his hoverboard, while Rika and Wave were working on their own hoverboards. It was the day after they had accepted the challenge from Team Neos and none of them was particularly bothered by that, deciding to spend their day chilling rather than preparing for the race. They knew that they could easily defeat them, being the top racers of Starpoint Area. However, there was something that bothered Chase as he exhaled audibly, opening his eyes.

''What a joke…'' he muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear him.

''Is something funny?'' Arven asked, not looking up from the fighting video game he and Storm were invested in.

''Yeah,'' Chase said as he sat up, his legs crossed. ''Lucas, Sonic and the rest of his friends are the joke for challenging us again.''

''That's nothing new,'' Jet replied, grabbing his hoverboard and placing it on a stand. ''If they want to further embarrass themselves with another loss, I'd be happy to oblige. No one can defeat us!''

''You said it, Boss,'' Storm agreed, only to turn back to the TV, beak dropping when Arven defeated him during this moment of distraction. Jet simply puffed up his chest in pride.

''Right, no one can defeat us…'' Chase muttered, lowering his gaze, a brow furrowing as he just stared ahead.

''Hey, what's up with the sour mood?'' Wave asked, rising an eyebrow, with Chase noting that now everyone was staring at him. He just waved them off.

''Nothing,'' he said. ''I had just been hoping we'd get some kind of challenge.''

''That's what you have to deal with when you're on the top,'' Jet replied, sitting down in the swivel chair and placing his feet on the desk, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head. ''No one can knock you down.''

''Right,'' Chase muttered, smirking slightly as he remembered his, Rika and Arven's encounter with the Babylon Rogues.

It had been around three months ago, with the three having traveled to another city, known as Sora City, where they had heard about a minor hoverboard racing tournament taking place and decided to establish themselves as the top racers. It was a Solo Race Tournament, where both humans and ARNavs could participate freely, and while there, they heard how a lot of people were favoring three other racers, who appeared seemingly out of nowhere and had beaten any other racer, human or ARNav, that was in the city.

When Chase, Rika and Arven decided to challenge those racers, they were surprised to recognize Jet the Hawk, Wave the Swallow and Storm the Albatross, characters from the Sonic the Hedgehog video games. Having gotten over their initial surprise and curiosity, they all entered the race, but to everyone's shock, Chase and Jet ended up crossing the finish line together and the race ended in a draw. Neither was happy about it, wanting to a redo of the whole race, but the stunned, and slightly exasperated, host told them to just share the prize money and leave it be. Neither Chase nor Jet wanted to give in, so they agreed to a private race between both teams. When it yielded the same results, Chase and Jet decided to make it a race between each other to see who is the better racer.

''How long have we been here?'' Wave asked in an exasperated tone when Jet and Chase crossed the finish line together once again and started bickering about who won. She, Storm, Rika and Arven were sitting on the bleachers, each team observing their leaders, who entered another race.

''They've been at it for over three hours,'' Rika replied, noting the orange glow in the sky as the sun was starting to set.

''Maybe we could help the Boss. Do you still have that detonator?'' Storm suggested, with Wave shooting him a glare. While she gladly would've gone along with ''helping'' Jet, that being sabotaging Chase, it didn't help that Rika and Arven overheard the two and were now giving them curious looks.

''Unfortunately, that is not going to happen now that you suggested it out loud!'' Wave responded in a snippy tone, pointing at Rika and Arven. Storm just gave her a sheepish look as he realized what he had done.

''Oops… I'm sorry, Wave,'' he replied, then glanced at Rika and Arven to see their reaction to their conversation. To their surprise, neither Rika nor Arven appeared to be particularly bothered by it.

''If I had the tools, I too would've sabotaged one of them so we can move on from this,'' Rika said in a dry tone.

''I'm glad that you understand my level of pain,'' Wave replied.

''It sounds like your Boss is similar to our Boss,'' Storm commented.

''Well, they both appear to be very stubborn over this,'' Arven replied. ''Knowing Chase, he won't stop until he wins.''

''Then your friend met his match,'' Wave commented, her and Rika suddenly getting up as Jet and Chase ended up in a tie once again, leaping off their hoverboards and starting to bicker again about who had won.

''I was right ahead of you!''

''You were just touching my tail feathers! I won!''

Being still in the middle of their argument, Chase and Jet were startled by a high-pitched whistle, turning suddenly towards Rika, who was the one who had drawn their attention, Wave, Arven and Storm.

''Are you two done arguing?'' Rika asked, her expression showing that she was completely done with their bickering.

''Not until we determine who is the faster racer!'' Chase protested, then pointed at himself. ''Which is me, of course.''

''Hmph, you got to have a screw lose. I'm the fastest racer here!'' Jet replied.

''Look, Jet; considering how you had been trying to beat each other for three hours and still ended up in a draw, it is clear that both of you are equally good,'' Wave said. Frankly, she wasn't happy either about drawing with the other team, but at this point, she was too tired to care.

''Could we just go home? I'm hungry,'' Storm added.

''Honestly, we also just want to move on from this…'' Arven trailed off, doing a double-take and raising an eyebrow when Storm claimed that he was hungry. Why would an ARNav say anything like that? It's not like they could get hungry. Rika overheard it too, along with Wave, but Chase and Jet completely ignored the comment, still too focused on trying to prove who was the better racer.

''Maybe we could...''

''No.''

''But, just-''

''NO!''

Both Chase and Jet flinched when everyone just yelled in frustration. They just shot glares at everyone, before glancing at each other and yielding. Chase sighed, turning towards Jet.

''I have to admit, you're quite a challenge,'' he said.

''You aren't that bad either…'' Jet said in an off-handed manner, arms folded across his chest and facing slightly away from Chase. ''It is an accomplishment to be able to just keep up with the Babylon Rogues.''

''I wouldn't be here if I wasn't the best. Maybe we could compete against each other at a different tournament,'' Chase suggested, extending his hand. Jet glanced at it, seemingly hesistant for a moment, but he then extended his arm, shaking hands with Chase.

''Then we'll leave our feud for the next tournament,'' Jet replied.

''Unfortunately, I don't think either of you will be able to participate at the next tournament,'' Rika said, a holographic screen opened next to her, with Wave, Arven and Storm giving it a curious look.

''Why not?'' Chase and Jet asked in unison.

''The next tournament is a Tag Team Race and you, Chase, don't have an ARNav partner,'' Rika pointed out.

''The same goes for you too, Jet, since none of us have human partners, so we'll have to sit this one out,'' Wave added.

''That's just stupid,'' Jet commented, his eyes narrowed.

''I absolutely agree, but it's not like they're going to let us participate, unless…'' Chase said, suddenly trailing off, his eyes widening in realization. Next to him, Jet seemingly had to same idea as he made the same expression.

''Unless, we partner up,'' Jet finished Chase's thought.

''What?!'' Rika, Wave, Arven and Storm were a bit shocked by this suggestion. Admittedly, each team knew that their respective leader could make some wild decisions, but they didn't expect for both of them to come to the same conclusion.

''Honestly, I like the idea,'' Chase said. ''Tag Team Races are usually a lot more challenging than Solo Races.''

''And you know how they say, the bigger the challenges, the bigger opportunity for growth… as the best racing team, obviously,'' Jet added. ''We should go back to the blimp and discuss this.''

''Excellent idea… Wait, you have a blimp?'' Chase gave him a baffled look.

''Duh, of course we have. How else would we get around?'' Jet replied in a sarcastic tone, walking away, his hoverboard under his arm. ''Speaking of which, we should also talk about you giving us the prize money, since we're all a team now...''

''I have a question, though,'' Rika interrupted him, drawing everyone's attention. ''Do you have an AR Field inside that blimp?''

''Why would we need one?'' Storm asked, scratching his head. ''We're Irregulars…''

''STORM!'' Both Jet and Wave yelled at their teammate, but it was too late. This was one secret they had to keep from everyone else, and Storm just blew it. They couldn't backtrack either, because Chase, Rika and Arven were giving all of them a shocked look.

''You can't be serious…'' Chase muttered. Jet groaned, turning to the humans, well aware that, if more people learned about it, they were in trouble.

''Yeah, we are Irregulars,'' he said, puffing up his chest. ''What are you going to do about that?''

''For Irregulars, you don't exactly act like ones,'' Arven pointed out.

''Maybe because we're more interested in- ugh!'' Storm was about to say more, but Wave managed to grab his beak and clamp it shut so he wouldn't get them into more trouble.

''I think you said enough!'' she hissed, well aware that Storm was about to follow up that bombshell with the information of them being thieves.

''What was Storm going to say? That you're also air pirates?'' Rika asked in a deadpan tone, staring at Wave. She realized that the humans knew a lot more then they let on, sighing and letting go of Storm's beak, who just rubbed it, feeling hurt.

''Fine, what are you planning to do with that information?'' Wave asked her. Chase, Rika and Arven exchanged glances, as if having a silent conversation in their minds, with Chase then shrugging.

''How about we go prepare of the Tag Team Racing Tournament?'' he said. Jet gave him a perplexed look.

''You're not going to tell anyone?'' he asked.

''Why should I? If I do, we wouldn't be able to participate at the tournament nor would we manage to settle down our feud,'' Chase replied.

''I like your line of thinking,'' Jet said, giving him an intriguing look. ''But don't forget, I'm the leader here and I call the shots.''

''Fine,'' Chase responded, quickly adding as he followed Jet. ''I'd really love to see the blimp.''

''Follow me!'' Jet responded, with the two just leaving their teammates confused.

''They're really acting like the bombshell that just dropped is not an issue,'' Wave commented, perplexed.

''I think that at this point, we should just go along with everything,'' Rika said, shaking her head. The two then noticed Storm and Arven walking past them.

''I remember passing a restaurant where they have some good food. Do you want to go there?'' Arven asked.

''Sure!'' Storm responded. Wave and Rika turned to each other, then just decided to let it go and follow their teammates. Despite how weird the situation was, they had figured that they should just go along with it.

Their victory at Mikado City had proven that they made the right decision. Not only did they win an important tournament, but they had also proven themselves to be formidable racers. It was clear that no one can beat them. Team Neos didn't stand a chance.

xXx

Lucas and Sonic narrowed their eyes in focus as they entered the last part of the Wayward Dimension track, with Warren, Tails, Lily and Knuckles right behind them, and Touka and Shadow right ahead of them. They had been practicing for hours at this point, with Touka and Shadow teaching them everything they knew about the track in their own… unique way.

By unique, it meant that the group was racing against Touka and Shadow, who absolutely refused to tell them anything they knew about the track while at the same time exploiting various shortcuts and tracks to win every single race. Every time they thought that they had finally figured things out, Touka and Shadow would surprise them anew. It was quite frustrating, but they understood why the two had done this. They need to prepare for any kind of twist.

Fortunately, they were fast learners and there were a few moments where Lucas and Sonic managed to actually get ahead of Touka and Shadow, even though the latter two would eventually outmaneuver them. However, this time, the whole team was confident that they could win, especially once Sonic used a Boost Power so he and Lucas were once again in the lead. They were weaving through the water spouts, confident that they could win this one, but unfortunately, they had to deal with more obstacle – the rogue wave. Warren, Tails, Lily and Knuckles slowed down, aware they couldn't outspeed it, but to their surprise, Touka and Shadow flew right into it.

''What are they doing?'' Warren muttered, only for everyone to realize a moment later what was going on.

''Sonic, watch out!'' Tails yelled.

Sonic's ear twitched as he heard Tails' faint cry, his ears already filled with the sound of rushing water. He and Lucas looked back for a moment, just to see what was going on, shocked to see Touka and Shadow flying through the wave as if they were surfing on it, then used it to leap right over the two and go through the finish line, winning again.

''Okay, since when can you ride the wave?!'' Lucas asked the moment he and Sonic passed through the finish line. ''I thought you had to avoid it!''

''No, I had discovered a while ago that you can actually use it as an alternative path,'' Touka responded, just as Warren, Tails, Lily and Knuckles arrived.

''I have nothing against your teachings, but how much more is there to learn?'' Knuckles asked.

''That depends on if you're confident in that you're going to beat the Babylon Rogues,'' Touka responded.

''I don't think we'll ever be sure whether we're ready or not,'' Tails said.

''Hey, guys!''

The group turned around, seeing Minami, Amy, Makoto and Silver approaching them, each carrying a plastic bag. Sonic sniffed the air as he picked up a familiar scent.

''Are those chili dogs?'' he asked Amy as she opened the plastic bag, showing him the boxes inside.

''Since we didn't really have any way to help you out, we figured we should get you something to eat. I'm sure you're hungry,'' Amy replied.

''I guess we could take a break,'' Lucas said, with the group moving over to the bleachers.

''I'm surprised that the Babylon Rogues aren't also practicing,'' Silver commented as they sat down, using his psychokinesis to take the food out of the plastic bag and giving it to his friends.

''I guess they think that they'll still win even without preparing,'' Makoto replied.

''We'll definitely prove them wrong,'' Sonic said confidently.

''Just don't get too cocky. You have yet to win a race,'' Shadow told him.

''Don't worry about that Shads. Even if I can't beat you, I'm sure I can beat Jet,'' Sonic replied. Shadow just snorted.

''I guess I'll never understand how you can be this optimistic,'' he muttered under his breath, quiet enough for only Sonic to hear him.

Sonic just grinned back in response.

xXx

''Welcome to the Solar Stadium to the race between Team Neos and the Babylon Rogues! I'm Minami, your host, and this is Amy, my co-host!'' Minami said, talking into a wireless microphone while looking at the digital videocamera she had borrowed from her father, currently held by Makoto. Silver was meanwhile using his psychokinesis to hold up a light reflector, having absolutely no idea where Minami got that it, but he didn't question it.

''We will be commenting on the race and doing interviews with the racers! Stay tuned!'' Amy added, with Makoto pressing pausing the recording.

''Is this really necessary?'' he asked.

''Well, we don't have much to do aside from cheering on our friends, so I had figured we could make this whole thing a bit more special, like an official race,'' Minami replied.

''What if they lose?'' Silver asked. Minami froze suddenly, eyes wide with Amy glancing at her. Apparently, her older sister figure didn't think things through.

''Eh, I'm sure we have nothing to worry about,'' she said, smiling sheepishly, the looked to the side. ''Hey, how about we ask Touka and Shadow about it?''

The four walked over to Touka and Shadow, who observed Lucas and Sonic discussing with Warren, Tails, Lily and Knuckles their strategy for the race. The two were startled when Minami and Amy suddenly stepped right next to them and Makoto pointed the camera at them.

''We'll be interviewing the local experts on hoverboard racing, Touka and Shadow,'' Minami announced, completely ignoring the looking of discomfort on Touka and Shadow's expression. They clearly did not want to be on camera.

''May we hear your opinion regarding Team Neos' chances against the Babylon Rogues?'' Amy asked, pointing her microphone towards Shadow, while Minami pointed hers towards Touka. Shadow simply folded his arms, closing his eyes for a moment and playing it cool.

''Touka will explain everything,'' he said, then promptly vanished in a flash of cyan light, leaving a baffled Amy.

''Wait a sec- Shadow!'' Touka groaned when Shadow just warped away. She was fuming. ''I don't think I should even be surprised that he threw me under the bus… again!''

''Um, could we at least get your thoughts on the race?'' Minami asked, smiling sheepishly. Touka sighed.

''I already said it yesterday, Team Neos has a fighting chance as long as they stick to their strategy,'' she replied.

''What about the Babylon Rogues? You had told us that you figured out how they worked,'' Amy said.

''Right. Usually, people in a Tag Team Race try to stay close to each other in order to help their teammates. However, the Babylon Rogues have developed a strategy where Chase and Jet are in the front, while Rika, Wave, Arven and Storm stay behind other racers to keep them from reaching the former two. It is quite effective as the other team has now two things to worry about, and with their attention divided, things can get quite difficult for the opposing team,'' Touka explained, glancing at Team Neos in slight worry.

After a few more interviews with both of their friends and the Babylon Rogues, as well as dragging Jet away from the microphone before he could tell his whole life story, everyone settled down in their places. Sonic, Lucas, Tails, Warren, Knuckles and Lily were at the start line alongside Jet, Chase, Wave, Rika, Storm and Arven, while Amy, Minami, Silver, Makoto, Shadow and Touka were at the bleachers, waiting for the race to start. They weren't the only ones there, as there were other people who got interested in this particular race.

''You'll be eating my dust, Rookie,'' Jet told Sonic, grinning smugly.

''I'm simply here to have some fun,'' Sonic replied casually. Jet frowned, scoffing when Sonic didn't get annoyed as he usually would. Both groups then focused on the screen above them.

READY? SET! GO!!

The race had started, both Team Neos and the Babylon Rogues flying straight into the AR Field and vanishing from the stadium and appearing within a cityscape, their surroundings glitching out. As expected, Chase and Jet rushed forward, but Team Neos was ready for this. Tails held out his hand to Sonic, spinning his tails to as a form of boost and rushed ahead, then launched Sonic towards Chase and Jet. Sonic grabbed his hoverboard, getting right into a spin-dash and landed right between the two, forcing them to slow down and avoid Sonic and preventing Chase from grabbing a Power Box.

''What was that?!'' Jet yelled, with Sonic just grinning as Lucas managed to grab a Power Box, this one resulting in a Boost Power. However, Sonic didn't use it, yet.

At the same time, in the back, Storm attempted to fly into Knuckles to knock him over, but to to his surprise, Knuckles flew into a nearby wall, leaping off it and flying right into Storm. Storm was forced to duck, allowing for the echidna to get ahead. ''Wh-What?!''

''Hey, what is going on here?'' Rika asked as she saw what was going on before her. She frowned, her and Wave focusing on Warren and Tails. She had managed to grab a Power Box, that turned into a Fire Power. Wave quickly activated it, aiming it at the two.

''Tails! Let's do the zigzag maneuver!'' Warren exclaimed, having noticed what they were about to do. He and Tails then started weaving from one side to another, with Wave being unable to aim properly. Their surroundings started to glitch out and she fired the fireball just as they passed through a void. It exploded, but to her frustration, it didn't hit anyone.

''How did you miss that?'' Arven shouted in surprise, with Wave frowning.

''Why don't you pay attention to your own rival?!'' she yelled back as Lily and Knuckles got on an accelerator at the desert they were flying through.

''Could you just focus?!'' Rika yelled at them as they split off to each side of the track and used the accelerators. They managed to get past their respective rivals, but what they didn't anticipate was the gust of wind that was double the strength coming from behind them and almost knocking them over. Lily, Knuckles, Warren and Tails flew past them, having concealed that they managed to get the Tornado Power earlier.

''Awesome job, guys!'' Lucas complimented them as they caught up to him and Sonic. Chase and Jet were still slightly ahead, with the surroundings glitching out once again. ''The next part is the snow track.''

''Don't worry, we're ready,'' Warren replied confidently. They entered an area covered in snow and ice, with a chasm opening below them, the three rails above it being the only way to cross it. Team Neos split off on each of the three rails, hearing Rika, Wave, Arven and Storm behind them. Chase and Jet were still ahead, with Chase glancing back.

''What are they doing?'' he grumbled, wondering why Lucas and Sonic weren't trying to outspeed them. They were in a favorable position, after all. However, the two had their own worries, as they had to focus on the right moment to jump off and fly through the triangular accelerators or land hard on the icy ground.

''It doesn't matter, just focus on the track,'' Jet replied, him and Chase leaping towards the accelerator. Unfortunately for them, this was also when Sonic and Lucas used their Boost Power, rushing right into them and almost knocking them over.

Another gust of wind then hit them before they could recover, an attempt from Storm to help Jet and Chase, but it also ended up hitting them as well. The surroundings suddenly changed, revealing the garden in the sky. Both teams slowed down considerably, trying to regain their balance.

''Storm, why are you attacking me?!'' Jet snapped.

''I'm sorry, Boss, I was aiming for Lucas and Sonic,'' Storm apologized. The Babylon Rogues then saw Team Neos flying right past them, grinding down a rail.

''After them!'' Chase commanded, with the Babylon Rogues picking up the pace. He was furious that Team Neos got ahead of them, managing to catch them off guard. Both teams followed a curve on the rail, all of them accelerating.

''This should slow them down,'' Jet said after Chase picked another Power Box. It was an Ice Power, with Jet snapping his fingers to make iceballs appear right before Team Neos. However, to the shock of the Babylon Rogues, Team Neos leapt off the rail and flew towards the ruins that surrounded the garden. ''What are they doing?''

Knuckles suddenly leapt off the hoverboard, slamming his fist into a wall that looked particularly brittle and causing it to collapse, revealing a shortcut. Team Neos used the shortcut, while the Babylon Rogues were forced to take the longer way on the rails. When they finally got back on the last part of the track, it was clear that Team Neos way ahead of them.

''We can't let them win!'' Chase growled.

''Don't worry, there's no way they'll manage to avoid the water spouts and the wave,'' Jet replied, with Chase grabbing a Boost Power. ''We'll use the Boost to get past them.''

The surroundings changed to a canyon with rocky walls on the sides and the sea below them. At this point, the Babylon Rogues were doing anything in their power to finally gain advantage over their rivals, but both teams knew that the real fight would be at the open sea. Lucas and Sonic turned to their teammates as they were coming close to the water spouts. Having spent so much time training, they all memorized the random patterns and formed a plan around them. At the same time, the Babylon Rogues came up with their own plan.

''Ready?''

''Yeah!''

Storm and Wave prepared themselves for sending another gust of wind at Team Neos just as Chase and Jet were using the Boost Power, but to their surprise, the team had not only split off at the water spouts, but Lily, Knuckles, Warren and Tails were speeding towards them.

''Hey, that's the wrong way!'' Arven yelled, only to panic when the Team Neos members charged right at them. Arven, Storm, Rika and Wave had to dodge the attack, finding themselves waving between the water spouts as it dawned on them that this was just a distraction.

Chase and Jet, meanwhile, had managed to speed past Lucas and Sonic, who were well aware that entering a certain area would trigger the rogue wave.

''Looks like you're going to lose again!'' Jet turned his head back, in attempt to taunt Sonic, but to his surprise, he was nowhere to be seen. His and Chase's jaws dropped when the rogue wave appeared, with Lucas and Sonic riding right on it, leaping off and landing ahead of them, exiting the AR Field and crossing the finish line. They turned around, spotting Chase and Jet placing second, followed by Lily, Knuckles, Warren and Tails, with Arven, Storm, Rika and Wave follow them.

''You were saying, oh Legendary Wind Rider?'' Sonic mocked Jet, a smug smirk on his lips.

''It can't be! How could I lose to a Rookie?!'' Jet snapped, furious over his loss. He observed as the rest of Team Neos joined Lucas and Sonic, all of them celebrating their victory. He and Chase were joined by Rika, Wave, Arven and Storm, all stunned by their loss. Jet was still fuming, but looking at his teammates and partner, he couldn't help but feel a wave of disappointment. He was supposed to carry this team to victory and now, they were a bunch of losers. It felt like any of their previous experiences had been nullified by this one loss.

''Jet, are you-'' Wave started, but was cut off by Jet.

''Tch! If we lost, we lost! Just know that these guys got lucky!'' he replied in a off-handed manner, slightly surprising his teammates. Sure, he was something of a sore loser, but he wasn't going to let anyone know that. Instead, he walked over to Sonic, who was celebrating with his friends. Sonic spotted the green hawk staring at him, waiting for some kind of response. ''Don't you have anything to say?''

''Oh, right! That was an exciting race, dude!'' Sonic replied, extending his hand, much to Jet's surprise. ''We should race against each other sometime again.''

Jet was genuinely surprised that Sonic didn't attempt to mock him for his loss, staring at the latter's hand for a tense moment. He then scoffed, but did shake Sonic's hand.

''I guess you really are a challenge. Next time, I'll beat you,'' Jet told him, with Sonic just grinning back. Meanwhile, Chase approached Lucas.

''I gotta say, you actually surprised me,'' Chase admitted, with Lucas giving him a confused look. ''For someone who isn't athletic, of course.''

''I had help from my friends,'' Lucas replied, a smile forming on his lips. Chase looked like he was about to say something else, but he didn't, instead just walking away.

''Well, this was a bust,'' Wave said, holding up her hoverboard. She was annoyed to see some chipping due to how rough the terrain was they had passed, meaning it needed fixing. She then spotted Tails walk over, the twin-tailed fox giving her a curious look.

''I hope you can fix your hoverboard,'' he said. Wave rose an eyebrow.

''Tch, of course I can do that. I'm an expert when it comes to hoverboards,'' she replied off-handedly.

''That's good to know,'' Tails replied.

''Why are you so nice to us?'' Rika finally asked, having overheard the conversation, only for Warren to approach them.

''We never wanted any animosity in the first place,'' he replied. ''Sure, what you guys said was mean, but we decided to just move on from it.''

''Right!'' Tails nodded. Rika and Wave just scoffed, but they did feel a slight pang of guilt, having to admit that it just felt weird to have their rivals be this friendly towards them.

Meanwhile, Arven stared at Lily, clearly heartbroken. ''So, does this mean we won't go on a date?''

''I had already told you, there won't be any dates,'' Lily responded.

''If you continue pestering Lily, then you'll have to deal with me,'' Knuckles stepped out. Arven just sighed in disappointment, hunching over and lowering his head.

''I guess that's it,'' he muttered. Storm just patted him on the back in an attempt to cheer him up.

''Don't worry, Arven, there's still plenty of girls out there who will reject you,'' he said with a goofy grin. That… response didn't really help Arven's self-esteem, but he did appreciate the thought. Then, Storm's stomach growled, and he turned to his teammates.

''Hey, I'm hungry. How about we go eat something?'' he asked. This seemingly innocent question drew the attention of Team Neos, who gave the Babylon Rogues a questioning look. Chase, Jet, Rika and Wave just face-palmed.

''Wait, normal ARNavs don't get hungry… Are you Irregulars?'' Makoto asked in a hushed tone, making sure none of the other racers heard them. Jet, Wave and Storm froze, unsure how to respond because they knew what the consequences of merely existing as an Irregular were, but then Jet stepped ahead.

''So what if we are? Are you going to call the Hunters on us?'' he asked. Sonic snorted.

''Why should we? It's not like were regular ARNavs either,'' he replied. It took them a moment, but the Babylon Rogues realized that Sonic and his friends were also Irregulars. As for their human partners, they were a little worried regarding dropping this bombshell. However, before anyone could say anything, Sonic quickly broke the ice by approaching Jet and elbowing him. ''How about another race? Loser treats the winner to lunch!''

''You sure you wanna risk a rematch? I promise you right now you'll regret it!'' Jet responded, following Sonic to the start line. Their teammates just exchanged glances, wondering how they should even address the situation. Finally, all of them just shrugged, deciding to just ignore the whole situation and move along.

After all, there was another race waiting to happen.

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rattyoakenbitch · 4 years ago

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❝𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝❞ ─ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

i don't want your sympathy, i guess ive had it rough but you don't really care

❥ content ; gn reader, eventual fluff, angst, pining, happy ending

❥ warnings ; injury, swearing, mentions of death

❥ synopsis ; when you get badly injured during a mission, only then does levi realize the depths of his feelings for you. now the question is, is it too late?

❥ a/n ; i don't have a taglist yet so feel free to ask to get added!

You glided through the trees alongside your team, adrenaline running through your veins.

Kicking yourself off a tree, you landed your body with ease onto a lone Titan spotted in the forest below you. With a swift swing of the blade, the Titan was on the ground.

Finished, you zipped yourself back into the air, joining your team member's formation as you all flew together.

"Y/N!" Captain Levi shouted, resent dripping off of his words. Here we go again. "Do not deviate from original course! We are here to scout, not to thrill seek."

The team came to a slow. They stood on the branches, overlooking the land beneath them.

"I was not thrill seeking, sir, I was doing my job," you defended, turning to Captain Levi. Though he was shorter than you were, his cold stare and unwavering demeanor intimidated you.

"Your job is to follow my orders, brat, not go off wandering like an idiot!"

"I didn't wander, I was quick to regroup! You're just finding a reason to take your anger out on me," you retorted. "Then again, I wouldn't be surprised. Considering your height, it's no wonder you can barely contain your anger in such a small body."

As much as he wanted to push you off the tree, Levi kept his poise.

By now the team could hear you and Levi's bickering, but considering they were used to it, they decided to butt out and focus on planning the route.

"Stable duty when we get back."

And then he walked away, leaving you fuming.

As you continued with the scouting mission, you encountered too many Titans that you couldn't just brush them off. Angry and left with no choice, Levi shouted orders to forget the original plan and fight back.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted two Titans approaching Jean and Armin with intent. You narrowed your eyes. This was your chance. You bolted off the tree, flying fast towards the two Titans. You got your gear out, ready to slice their napes, when one of the Titans looked your way, a sick smile on its face.

"Y/N!" Armin called out in a panic as the Titan extended its arm, swiping at you like a fly. Before its hand could collide with you, you were pushed out of the way by none other than Levi.

He wrapped his arms around you securely, one underneath your bottom and his other around your back. You heard him whisper a profanity, his hot breath fanning your neck as he spoke. Though it wasn't the time or the place, you couldn't help but let your mind wander.

You were brought back to reality when Levi glided deeper into the forest, setting you down onto the ground harsher than necessary.

Totally caught off guard, your back was shoved against a tree. Levi was quick to block your exits, predicting you would try to resist.

His arms caged you between him and the tree, leaving little to no distance between your bodies. You could feel your face get hot, either out of embarrassment or his body heat mixing with yours.

"What the hell is wrong with you, brat?!" Yelled Levi, eyes wild with rage. However, something felt different about this compared to when he scolded you for separating from the group. But you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

"Me?" You scoffed. "You're the crazy psycho who stole me away and cornered me in this forest!" You pushed at his chest, successfully shoving him off of you. "I had everything under control."

"You were almost killed! I can't have reckless people on my team. I'm a captain, not a babysitter, so get your shit together or get the hell off my team."

You stood against the tree quietly, Levi's venomous words stunning you into silence. Levi continued to stare deep into your eyes, his expression never changing. However, as the seconds passed, you saw a sliver of regret in his eyes, lasting only for a mere second.

You took a deep breath, trying to choose your words carefully. "I- Just.. Why do you hate me so much?"

Levi raised a brow while you continued to speak.

"I know I'm not the best fighter. Not compared to Misaka or Eren. But what did I do to deserve so much hatred from you? Even when I'm not doing anything wrong, you look at me like I'm the most disgusting person you've seen."

Despite feeling a sting of guilt at your words, Levi put on a dismissive act. "Tch, you're being dramatic. I'm not about to discuss this with you."

Why the fuck did he say that?

"Maybe if you listened to me for two damn seconds you wouldn't get such an earful."

Why is he being such an asshole? Gods, just tell them already. Stop this bullshit.

No longer finding it in you to care, you began to raise your voice, angry tears spilling down your face. "I try my best to make you like me. I try to show you that I'm capable and strong, but you still treat me as if I'm inferior. Like my skills are nothing. Like I'm nothing."

Emotionless, Levi replied, "Because you are. Look at you. You're a crybaby. You should've stayed back." Lies. All lies.

"Ugh- well maybe you should've just let me get killed since you despise me so much!"

With that, you grab your gear and zip away as far from Levi as possible, tears blowing out of your face and into the wind.

"Hey, where are you going?!"

You ignored him as you continued to speed through the trees, searching for your team. Your friends. Anybody.

"Y/N! Look out!"

You heard Eren shout, making you spin around frantically to search for the danger.

There it was.

An Abnormal ran your way, crawling like a dog on its hands and feet.

It had been chasing the team for a while now, evident in its animalistic, hungry look.

Steadily hanging off a branch, you watch the Titan from afar, then look back at the team.

"I'll distract it! You guys go!"

They looked at you as if you had grown two extra heads.

"You'll die!" Mikasa argued. "We can take it!"

"Just go!"

The Titan started to get closer. The team looked behind you, then back at you. Though they looked ready and determined to take it down, you knew they felt as terrified as you were. Fighting Titans was just something you don't think you'll ever get used to.

"Please be careful. We're gonna find Captain Levi!"

You nodded, then turned around, watching as the Titan ran towards you, totally disregarding the rest of the team.

"You want me? Come get me."

When you decided it was close enough, you darted into the forest and soared through the trees, only narrowly missing them. The Abnormal followed you, but hit itself on the trees and destroyed many in the process.

While the Abnormal continued to run through the forest, leaves and trees blocking its direct vision of you, you took a chance and turned back, flying past the Abnormal.

You did a quick u-turn and hopped onto its back.

You got it now.

As it chased after nothing, completely unaware, you slashed the nape of its neck.

With you still on its back, the Titan went limp mid-jump, falling onto the ground hard enough to create an earthquake. Unprepared for the collision, you went flying off its body.

Instead of bracing yourself for the fall, you frantically reached for your gear in an attempt to glide back up to the trees.

Before you got the chance, your body met with the ground, a loud thud echoing from the impact.

In the distance, the rest of the team continued to fight until they got to the very last Titan. Levi, though he was the last to regroup, helped effectively take down the Titans.

It wasn't evident in his stoic expression, but he searched among his surroundings and the faces of his team for you, afraid the worst had happened. Dammit, why did he have to be such an asshole? What Levi said to you, he meant none of it. But he feared he wouldn't get the chance to tell you that. Idiot.

"Is everybody here?!" Levi shouted as his team gathered around him.

"Yeah, we're alive-"

"Wait, where's Y/N?"

The team began to search among themselves, now becoming anxious as well.

"Well, where are they? Did you not see them at all?" Levi asked in a calm tone, despite his heart beat pounding in his ears. No. He wasn't going to slip up. Not here, not now. He needed to remain strong.

Mikasa spoke up. "We last saw them when we were being chased by an Abnormal! They offered to distract it and take care of it themselves."

Levi shouted, a crack in his voice, "And you let them?!"

"Y/N is strong! One of the best fighters we have here," Eld said. "They've probably already taken it down by now."

"Then where are they?!" Levi growled, becoming more frustrated by the second.

"Hey, look!" Armin yelled, shaking his finger towards the steam in the distance. "Eld was right! Y/N did kill it after all!"

Wasting no more time, Levi commanded the team to follow him. Soon again, they were up in the trees, running your direction. They stopped as soon as they came across a clearing in the forest where the Abnormal laid lifelessly.

"Everyone! Find Y/N!"

The team split, searching the area for any sign of you.

Levi dreaded the thought of finding you like they found the Titan. No. You killed it. You had to be alive.

Levi repeated that in his head. You had to be alive.

Because if you weren't, he wouldn't know what he would do.

Your eyes shot open at the sound of panicked screams echoing around you. You pushed yourself off of the ground in a rush, only to stumble back with an agonizing scream, pain shooting up the lower half of your body.

"Fucking hell! Oh shit," you fell back on the grass defeatedly, hot tears welling in your eyes at the intense pain and aches across your whole body. "Dammit!"

You didn't know which bones were broken, where you were, if you were bleeding out. So you just laid there alone, helpless and numb. Waiting.

Just when the team was beginning to lose hope, a blood curdling scream echoed throughout the forest, easily catching the team's attention. They headed towards the source of the sound, but Levi was the first on it, already sprinting through the forest to find you.

When he did, he felt his heart drop down to his stomach. You laid in a small clearing behind some old trees and bushes, a puddle of blood beneath your body. Your uniform was torn and your 3DMG was rendered useless at this point. If not for the scream, or the fast rise and fall of your chest, he would've mistaken you for being dead.

Levi rushed to your side and got onto his knees, lifting up your body into his arms.

"Y/N? Can you hear me? Y/N?"

You coughed, wheezing and struggling to make a coherent sound. Blood dripped down the corner of your mouth as you spoke, "You were right, Captain. I never stood a chance, did I?Shoulda just stayed." You laughed pitifully.

Now Levi was angry, but not at you. "Shut up! Don't say stupid shit like that! You're going to be okay."

The team found you, stopping short at the sight of Levi holding you carefully, like a porcelain doll, ready to break.

He didn't care anymore. He didn't bother to put up a front. Not when you were like this, half dead in his arms. He pressed his forehead to yours, whispering in your ear so only you could hear.

"I can't lose you too.."

Everyone else only continued to watch the intimate scene unfold before them.

When you fell unconcious, Levi squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to keep his composure. Why was he acting like this? Usually he would be quick to solve problems without letting his feelings get in the way. Why was he so helpless now?

He turned around, scowling at the group who just stood by idly.

"Get over here and help them, you fools!"

You hated it. You hated having to be looked after or saved like a princess in a children's storybook. You didn't want to run away anymore, or simply stand in waiting, hoping for someone to rescue you. You were done being hunted. So you joined the Scouts after years of hard work and training. If you had only thought more carefully or put your parent's advice in consideration, you wouldn't be in your current situation, regretting ever joining Levi's team. You wouldn't have ended up in the infirmary.

You passed out in Levi's arms after suffering from injuries during your fight with the Abnormal Titan, according to your friends. They came by to visit you when the medic alerted them that you had woken up from your coma.

"How long was I out for?" You winced as you massaged your still pounding head. "When did I even get here?"

"You've been unconcious for two days. We retreated to the city as Captain Levi instructed and you've been under their care since," Eren answered. He noticed your demeanor as you looked around the room and picked at your skin, a nervous habit you recently formed. "Everybody's alive, so don't you worry."

"Where are they?"

"Well, they did have to receive medical attention since they got hurt, but they're okay! They miss you, ya know?" Armin said excitedly. "We'll make sure to fill you in on everything when you're out of here."

You pursed your lips. "Speaking of which, when will I be discharged?"

"You can't exactly walk right now, but.. you should be up and ready to go within a week! Then we can go on another mission and-"

"Eren. Armin. Mikasa." Your attention was torn away from Eren, your eyes darting towards the source of the voice.

"Captain Levi!" They all exclaimed in unison.

"I would like to speak with Y/N in private." He glanced at trio, his eyes narrowing. "Out."

The three walked out, heads bowed like sad little puppies. You waved at them as they went before turning to Levi who now stood by your bed.

"What do you want?" You asked bitterly, nose scrunching up in a sneer.

"Commander Erwin informed me of your decision," he spoke softly, differing from his usual cold tone.

You huffed. "Yeah, took your advice and resigned. You won't have to worry about babysitting me anymore."

A pang of guilt shot through Levi's heart, causing him to flinch. He hoped you didn't catch that.

He remembered his own regretful words as it replayed in his head. Just like your cries and pained expression, which he was unable to simply brush off, he couldn't forget how he mistreated you. And he would never forgive himself, either. The sight of your injured body laying there, all alone. He couldn't shake the scene off his mind, no matter how hard he tried. Even in his dreams.

Evident in his eyebags that seemed to have darkened in shade, he wasn't able to get much sleep the past couple days because of it.

"I take it you hate me, then," Levi suggested, prompting you to laugh mockingly.

"Oh, no, I could never," you said, sarcasm dripping off your voice as you fake fawned over Levi. "Levi Ackerman, Humanity's Strongest.. I just adore you."

Levi hid his offended expression and ignored your antics as he continued. "I was afraid I couldn't get the chance to apologize to you. When I found you there, I.." He squeezed his eyes shut and furrowed his brows together, forcing his tears not to fall. Why now?

"Yeah, well, you fucked up. About time you feel a little heartache," you mumbled, looking around the room, anywhere but Levi.

"A little?! Look, I'm trying to apologize here!" He shouted. "Do you have no idea how fucking terrified I've been for you, you brat?!"

"No, Captain Levi, so why don't you enlighten me on how much you care?!" You huffed, crossing your arms. "Because if you did, then maybe I wouldn't be bed ridden!"

Levi's face softened at the sight of a single tear escaping your eye. He took a seat on the bed beside you and reached out to brush away your tear.

With your quick reflexes, you caught his hand and pushed it back towards him.

"Don't you dare touch me. You've done enough damage, Levi. Just go and stop wasting my time."

Just like you, he was stubborn. He stood his ground.

"I-I'm sorry."

You let out an exasperated sigh. "You must think I'm stupid. No way I'm buying that bullshit."

"You need to stop pushing me away, Y/N!"

"What is that, an order?" You taunted. "You don't get to be sorry, Levi. It's too late for that. You waited for me to almost die just to tell me that? Is that what it takes? What if I hadn't survived? What then?"

"You don't think I haven't thought about that?! That's why I'm here!"

"Yeah, and who's fault is that?"

"You should've listened to me! I was trying to protect you!"

"Well thanks a lot. Now both my kneecaps are broken and I won't be able to walk for weeks!" You shake your head. "You think just because we shared a moment while I was dying that I'm okay now? Trust me, if I had the strength, I would have slapped you then and there."

"Then why don't you now?"

"At this point, you're not even worth getting angry over. So stop giving me that pitiful look. I really prefer you shouting at me instead. At least I'm used to it." You mumble the last part, but Levi catches it easily.

"That's it then, you leave me no choice." You look at Levi curiously. "You infuriate me, brat, you really do. You're so careless and oblivious all the time, you forget to look after yourself. And I'm not ready to watch you throw away your life so irrationally from the sidelines."

"So what are you trying to tell me, Levi?"

"Tch, you're just gonna make me say it, aren't you?" He takes a deep breath. "I'm not good at this, and I hate to admit it, to you of all people. It makes me mad to see you risk your life because I care about you.. and I can't lose you. I've dealt with too much death. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you alive, even if it means dying.." Levi trails off, then scoffs and crosses his arms like a petty little child. "I said it, all right? I like you-- A lot, you stupid brat!"

You searched Levi's eyes for any trace of dishonesty. You hoped he was lying, like he had some sort of script prepared before he came to see you. But you found no lies in his eyes.

You felt your heart break. All this time when you thought Levi just really hated you, he was looking out for you.

"I.. Why didn't you just tell me?" Your voice fell apart as you spoke. "I tried so hard to make you like me back.. And it hurt because I thought you just hated my guts. I had no idea."

"I know, I was being stupid too- It shouldn't have come to this," Levi admitted. "I.. I'll let you rest now."

Levi stood up to leave, but you were quick to pull him back onto the bed with you. Without letting him react, you grabbed his face and interlocked your lips with his. All the tension in his body disappeared and he melted into the kiss, throwing his arms around you tightly like he'd lose you if he ever let go. It wasn't a soft, romantic, movie perfect kiss. It was desperate, tongue and teeth, hands wandering, disheveling the other's hair. You released all of your built up anger and resent, letting it fuel you while you aggresively fought your tongue with his, a faint taste a hint of alcohol now on your own mouth. Occasionally you'd both break the kiss for short intakes of breath and small whispers like 'don't scare me like that again' and 'I've needed this for a while now'. You couldn't help but moan, earning a grin from Levi as he continued to hungrily devour your lips. Just as things escalated, you remembered you were still in the infirmary, and anyone could walk in any minute now. You slowly pulled away, your chest heaving as you panted for breath.

Levi couldn't help but twist his lips up into a little smirk. That was new.

"Well at least you're not a bad first kisser," he spoke nonchalantly, still gasping for air. You playfully punched him in the chest.

"Quite the romantic, aren't you?" You rolled your eyes but couldn't stop yourself from smiling like an idiot. "You're not bad either, old man."

Blush spread across his cheeks.

He took your hand in his, bringing it to his swollen and raw lips and placed a small kiss on your knuckles.

"Promise me you won't leave me again?"

"Promise," you sighed blissfully. "And I guess I'll have to tell Commander Erwin about my change of plans."

"Actually," a deep voice spoke. At the door, there stood none other than Commander Erwin. "I think I already know."

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