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. ۪ ֗ “ 𝑁𝑜—𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑂𝑛𝑒 ”⋆˚🫧

PART 2 • [this fic has been split into two parts]

21k! CONTENT WARNING (MDNI) • phone s*x (mutual m*sturbation), edg*ng, unprotected s*x, p -> v s*x, b*ckshots, squ*rting, choking, c*rvix kissing, rough consensual s*x, dominating male character, possessive behavior/talk, dummification, foot f*tish, minor size k*nk, tummy bulge, heavy use of dirty talk, use of profanity, nicknames (Mami, Mama, Papa, Pa), use of the n-word (all characters & Author are Black) • INSPIRED BY THIS POST • CHARACTER VISUALZ

PART 1 HERE ->

DRAGGING A HEAVY HAND DOWN HIS FACE, Sito releases a long-held sigh.

Parked up outside of the auto body shop, he sits in his car with heavy eyes. His cousin is still inside, in a screaming-match with the mechanic about a change in the previously discussed price.

He could only last about two minutes before he had to leave the confrontation behind for his peace of mind.

With dead eyes, he stares blankly ahead. The sun has long since went down, leaving the sky a dark blue. He should be in bed right now, laid back, watching Cimani go on and on about some random topic plaguing her mind at the moment.

He hopes she didn’t forget his call.

He kisses his teeth. “Matter fact … ‘cause I know she forgot—“

His fingers move as he speaks to himself, tapping to get to her contact.

For a minute, the FaceTime call rings out until ultimately going unanswered. His face twists up at that.

So, with an even worse attitude, he calls again. Because, who does she think she is, ignoring his call? That is not what they do.

His phone rings out for some time. His frustration is growing. Just as he’s sure the call is about to drop, the phone chimes as it’s answered.

It’s quiet for a few seconds as the call connects, then he hears her shifting around in bed.

“Hello?”

He looks at the screen, her camera turned off.

“So you forgot you had to call me?”

“No?”

Her voice is soft and quiet.

“Why your voice sound like that? You sound like you just waking up.”

There’s a long delay before she answers. “M’not…”

“Yeah, aight.” He stares at the screen, eyes narrowing in a squint. “Why am I looking at myself? I FaceTimed you. This ain’t no regular call.”

A soft, sound comes from her end of the call. He’s not even sure he could tell what kind of sound it was.

“I don’t wanna t-turn it on.”

He lifts a brow. “You want me to hang up? I’m bothering you or something?”

A short breath leaves her. “You’re n-not bothering me.”

“So turn your camera on.”

“Sito—“

“Yo, quit acting like this before I hang up. Forreal, ‘Mani. You sure you not just waking up?”

“Oh my God … I’m not.” There’s some shifting going on, picked up by the mic. It’s about a minute before her camera finally turns on.

Sito finally sees her in her bonneted-glory. And she’s as barefaced as ever, noting in particular how low her eyes are.

“What day you booked the lash appointment for?”

“Um… “ Her eyes flutter as she pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth. She exhales. “S-Saturday.” There’s a tiny inflection in her voice.

He expects her to go on a tangent about the style of lashes she’s getting, even complain about how long it takes to get them done—the usual whenever she was about to get them done.

But, his expectations are subverted with her short answer and lack of an explanation.

“Okay?” He says, brows pulled together in confusion. “How much is it?”

“Mh—I don’t … I-I think $120?”

“You think? What you stuttering so much for?”

“M-m’not,” she—whines? Not only that, but her eyes almost kind of … roll?

What’s going on?

“You good?” He asks, more confused than concerned.

“Yes … J-just … tell me about your—um … your errands.” The last few words were breathed out in a rush, like she couldn’t hold them in anymore.

He kissed his teeth, his gaze switching to somewhere out of the window. “Haircut was cool, not much to complain about. Y’know, Ray did his thing,” he smiles.

But his smile is quickly wiped away by the reminder of his current predicament. “But, Jahmere in there, arguing with the fucking mechanic about the price.”

“Mhm…”

“I’m tryna get the fuck outta here. Granted … the nigga is overcharging him, I’m not even gon’ lie. Like, I’m telling you, ‘Mani, he charged him odee for some crazy ass shit—“

His brows pull together as her breathing grows heavier—louder—in the mic. He has to do a double-take. Nevertheless, he continues with his story.

“Uh, they been screaming in there for about a hour now. I wasn’t even tryna hear all that, forreal. So,” he rubs a hand down his face. “I came in here—“

“Hh—mhm.”

He blinks. Slowly, Sito turns his head to finally look at the screen. Cimani is nowhere in sight. Instead, he’s staring up at her dark ceiling.

He expects a quick apology, an explanation—even a small joke from her about the oddness of her breathing. Yet, for the next few seconds it’s nothing but silence.

That is, until he hears it.

It’s so quiet, it’s really a miracle that the microphone even picked it up; tiny splishes of water growing, almost drowning out the soft squishes of wet, slippery skin.

He angles his phone away from his face, just so she won’t catch it when he hides his mouth with a closed fist. Because there’s no way…

He presses his lips together, trying to keep a grin at bay. His call had definitely interrupted something.

Slowly, he inhales, trying to settle himself. “So, uh … you sure I’m not bothering you?”

Her exhale is loud, he can tell she had breathed out through her mouth. “Hhm—no.”

“I’m not?”

“No, Sito.”

The frail tremble in her voice does something to him. He inhales deeply.

“Aight, I’ma trust you… When you get your lashes done, get that wispy shit. That’s what you had last time, right?”

“Y-yes—“

A whimper hits his ears.

“Aight, I’ma send you the money.” He licks his lips, looking at the still screen. It takes him less than a minute to send the Apple Cash. “You got it?”

“I-I don’t know.” Her voice is soft, almost whiny.

“Just check,” he begs softly.

She whispers something, but he doesn’t hear it too well. What he does hear is a slopping sound, and he can imagine her fingers, decorated with acrylic, pushing through the mess she’s created. Running through her lips to rub at her sensitive clit.

There’s a soft mewl this time.

“O-okay,” she pants. The camera is jostled around before he finally sees a peek of her bonnet again. “I got it.” Her voice wavered. “Thank you, Sito.”

He bites at his bottom lip, trying to stop himself from grinning any harder.

“You good, Mami.”

Another whimper. He can tell that she’s trying to keep quiet.

“You know you deserve it.”

Again, he hears what she tries so hard to hide: Plap, plap, plap. Like she had just laid three, hard slaps on her pussy.

He swallows, instantly reminded of the dryness in his own throat. There’s a hidden desire for a taste of something wetter. His heart is pounding in his chest.

“Lemme see your nails.”

“S-Sito—“

“Nah, you didn’t even show me when you got back in the car. Lemme see.”

It’s quiet on the other line for a few seconds. There’s no movement.

“Cimani.”

No answer.

He kisses his teeth. “Quit making me ask so many times.”

“Shit … h-hold on—“

There’s some fumbling with the phone before it’s finally picked up. Apprehensive, she lifts a hand to the camera, showing off her brand new nails.

And as Sito looks at the deep blue acrylics, he notes how shiny they look.

Glistening, even.

Wet.

He can’t help the sick chuckle that leaves him. “Oh my fucking God,” he mumbles into his hand.

“D-do you see you it?”

He licks his lips, enjoying too much the desperation in her voice. “Yeah… I like ‘em.”

The hand disappears shortly after, and the screen goes dark. It’s quiet once again. Well … almost quiet.

That soft, creamy sound is picked up by the mic again. He can tell her hand is moving slow. Probably rubbing slow circles against her clit.

“You like them?”

“M-mhm … yeah.”

“Knew you would.” He rubs the knuckle of his thumb into his lower lip as he eyes the screen. “Should’a just listened to me when I first told you to get ‘em.”

He wishes she would show him something. Even if it’s just her face.

“But that’s just you being a brat.”

He can hear her breathing pick up. Another minute of silence passes by.

“Your hair.”

“What about it, Mami?”

The broken sound that leaves her makes his dick jump.

“Wanna s-see it.”

Without another word, he clicks on the light for her to see. In the camera, he bows his head to show off the fresh line up.

“It’s good, right?”

“Mhm.”

It’s quiet for a moment, and that creamy sound seems to get a fraction louder.

“L-looks so good, Pa.”

Her words were a soft moan. He knows she didn’t mean for that to slip. She’s caught up in the moment.

And he doesn’t mind one bit, as he’s got a hand gripping on his dick. A quick glance out of the car window ensures him that there isn’t a soul outside to catch him. It’s not like they would see him anyway, not with his tints.

He sits up in his seat, gripping his phone a bit tighter.

“That’s my name now?”

Her breathing is heavy, even if she tries to hide it. “Fuck … s-sorry—“

“Are you?”

No answer.

Softly, he kisses his teeth with the shake of his head. “Stop playing, ‘Mani.”

“W-what?”

“Stop playing with me, Cimani.”

She’s quiet again.

“Answered my phone call while you playing with your pussy.”

He swears he hears a tiny gasp.

“Least you could do is lemme see it … know it’s mine, anyway.”

“Sito—“

“It was just Pa. What happened?”

She doesn’t say anything.

“Don’t get shy on me. You was just playing with her, all loud in the mic,” he chuckles. “Shit was cute, though, I’ll give you that.”

He doesn’t have a hand in his pants yet, but he’s about two seconds away from doing so. “Put her on camera.”

There’s a bit of shuffling, but it only takes a couple of seconds before he sees her: puffy lips taking up his screen. Freshly done fingers spread her open for him to see pretty, gummy pink walls squeezing in on themselves.

Her cunt dribbles a cloudy, sticky sap.

He shifts in his seat, feeling on himself through his pants. “She always pretty like this?”

She only moans in response. Her clit jumps with another clench.

“Them long ass nails, bet you can’t even play with her right.”

There’s a whimper. “I can’t,“ she whines.

Finally, Sito unzips his jeans, slowly slipping a hand underneath his boxers. “Lemme see how you been playing with her.”

Her middle finger dips into her honey pot, swiping up a dabble of her pearlescent goo. It’s sticky, stringing between the opening of her lips and the pad of her finger.

As he watches, he runs his hand down his length before holding himself at the head.

“She drooling, baby.”

He sees her other hand pulling a leg back. Hand between her legs, her fingers pull together. This resume a gentle flow as they rub against her clit.

Which is so small. In fact, by the looks of it, she can really cover her whole pussy with just a hand. And as far as he remembers, Cimani’s hands aren’t big at all.

He almost coos, watching her work her little cunt until it sputters out a release from overstimulation.

His hand tightens around his dick as the thought of him stretching her out plays in his mind.

“Couldn’t wait to mess up them nails, huh?” he asks. “Them nails I just paid for.”

“I’m sorry—“

“Nah, you cool, baby. It’s cool. Lemme see how you did ya toes.”

He swipes his tongue over his plump bottom lip just as he passes his fist over himself.

The camera is pushed further back, probably leaned up against the bulk of her sheets. It happens so fast, it’s like he blinks and she’s back in the screen—legs pulled back and spread once more.

And just above, on either side of her, her toes are curled rather cutely. The fresh acrylic on them is shaped in perfect squares, every last one of them a gentle pink.

“Fuck,” he whispers, twisting a hand over himself as more blood rushes south.

“W-what else, Pa?”

Oh, that got him. Something about that soft voice and her asking him—he’s high off of this fantasy-come-to-life.

“Keep playing with her,” he says, voice ragged.

She listens, no questions asked. As her fingers swipe back and forth over the swollen bud, pushing through puffy lips, he tries his best to mimick the pace at which she goes, on himself.

“You so pretty, Mami. How many times I gotta tell you that?”

The question is rhetorical, his mouth just running as his body breaks down.

His shoulder twitches, he sinks further in his seat. “Pretty ass lil’ pussy.”

With low eyes, he watches her cunt clamp around nothing every few seconds the longer she goes. Her hips twitch as they begin to roll against the air.

“Bet you if was there, I could give her what she really need.”

“Please,” she whines.

“She deserves some good ass dick, don’t she?”

As her fingers flick over herself faster, his hand, too, speeds up.

“Y-yes—“

“How long it’s been? Hm?”

“I … f-fuck—too long,” she hiccups.

Another broken moan falls from her right as her hand freezes. She’s still for a second, before she lays two quick slaps to her clit.

Soft white globs ooze from her, slipping down the terrain of her lips to the stained sheets below.

“U-uh … ffuck!”

She reaches down to scoop up some of her release, spreading it over herself.

Her lips shine like they’ve been glossed, a tantalizing view.

“Keep going for me,” he mumbles, still working himself.

Despite crying out at the overstimulation, she continues. She just keeps rubbing and rubbing.

“Oh, God,” she mewls. Her pussy clenches tighter. “Mh—Sito,” she warns.

“That ain’t my name.”

“I … I—“

She flutters twice, pink walls pushing out for him to see. Then, crystal clear water trickles from her pussy like a water fountain. Her stream gains a bit of height, even hitting the camera as her body bears down.

He can hear the cushioned pattering of her release against the sheets, like rain hitting a roof.

“Shiiit…” He watches in awe. “She get wet like that?”

A soft, broken moan leaves her as she rides out her high, still rubbing her abused clit until the stream dies down.

When she’s finally done, her soft pants are all picked up by the mic.

“Fuck,” he groans out, a lazy smile on his lips. He’s still got a hand on his dick, having stopped to focus on her.

A gentle silence settles over the call. He looks at the screen. For a moment, everything is still.

She’s so quiet, he starts to question their connection.

“Yo, ‘Mani,” he calls out.

No answer.

As he opens his mouth to call her again, a soft chime sounds.

She hung up.

Dick in hand, Sito feels like a clown as his face morphs into an expression of confused irritation.

“The fuck?”

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HER HEAD REMAINS DOWN as the pads of her middle and pointer fingers press into her temple. There’s a faint pulse there.

As her other hand cradles the cup of tea she prepared for herself, she struggles to even lift the cup to her lips.

If it isn’t one thing, it’s the next. Last night’s phone call plays over and over in her mind—the second-hand embarrassment paralyzing.

How, in her right mind, could she ever think to do that?

Yeah, he’d caught her at a bad time, but she could’ve hung up. He even asked.

Why couldn’t she just call him back? What about that felt so thrilling to her that she just had to continue?

He enjoyed it, she’s not stupid enough to ignore that part or even pretend to be oblivious to it.

Actually, it’s not even all that hard to see that where they stand is as a little more than just friends.

But she hadn’t wanted that to change. Not so soon. Not with everything so unsure in her life right now.

Can she even handle a relationship with Sito? She knows she likes him, the crush has been there for a long time. Hovering in the near-distance.

Does he feel the same way, is the question.

As she thinks back on how seamlessly he switched up last night, pulling out the dirty talk with no hesitation, it makes her wonder: is this just lust for him?

How seriously does he take her?

Cimani’s never been one to think of Sito as a slut. In fact, the only reason she’ll ever know of a girl he’s talking to or hooking up with is by accident (or snooping). He doesn’t discuss his sexual or romantic life with her, not since high school, honestly.

She can respect that about him, not being a pillow-talker. At the same time, though, Sito doesn’t ever really talk about much that doesn’t pertain to what’s between them.

Even if she can say that she’s known him for years, she doesn’t know everything about Sito. The vagueness scares her.

A heavy sighs leaves her as she finally raises the cup to her lips. The taste of lemon barely touches her tongue when there’s a knock at her door. She freezes up, staring at the door with widened eyes.

She’s not expecting anyone, she never really does.

More knocking.

Carefully, she sets down her cup. On her way to the door, the knocks grow hastened. When she gets close enough, she even hears the faint sound of one kissing their teeth.

The word “fuck” is mouthed quietly.

“Don’t act like you not there. You know we still share locations.”

She throws her head back with a silent groan and the roll of her eyes. Regaining composure, Cimani takes a deep breath before finally unlocking her door and pulling it open.

It’s like coming face to face with your worst nightmare and your greatest dream at the same time.

“I was ‘bout to say, I know you not gonna make me start yelling for you out here.”

She blinks, trying to make sense of the visual before her; Sito stands with an arm at his side while the other is curled around a big bouquet of flowers.

Pink peonies—her favorite.

He’s beaming, solid gold fronts cover his top and bottom row of teeth. And at his feet are several brown bags of groceries. She stares at them for a while.

The nearest Trader Joe’s is twenty minutes away from her apartment.

She looks back up at him, unable to even process the wide grin on his face.

“Took me like three trips to bring all these bags here. Y’know, I didn’t wanna—“ he pulls the bouquet from the crook of his arm, showing them off. “—crush the flowers.”

She blinks again.

His smile dims a fraction as he looks off to the side. “So … you gonna let me in or…”

Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

“Okay, ‘Mani—at least take the flowers.” His face falls with possible rejection. “I’ll take the groceries back if you don’t want ‘em—“

“Sito,” she exhales.

He stands at attention, elated to at least hear her voice.

“W-why … what is this?”

His groomed brows furrow.

“What you mean?” He looks around at all the things he’s bought, before finally looking back to her. “I’m just making sure you good.”

•

She helped him unpack in silence—or, the other way around. Neither of them were able to say much.

When they had packed the final bag away, Cimani immediately sprung to her electric kettle, starting it to make him a cup of tea.

It’s already half-past eleven, but she needs to keep busy.

She doesn’t even ask him what kind of tea he wants.

No need. She already knows. Black tea with milk, and two tablespoons of sugar.

As she stirs his cup, he watches her from the other side of her small island. Every single movement she makes, he eyes carefully, studying her.

Her skin feels hot under his stare. Clearing her throat, Cimani slowly passes him the cup. She doesn’t look at him.

“You’ll make me tea, but you won’t say nothing to me.” He scoffs. “C’mon, now.”

Finally, she dares to look him in the eyes.

“Are we gonna talk about—“

“I don’t think last night should’ve happened.”

His face alights with shock, brows raised and mouth open. “Oh?”

Inhaling deeply, her eye contact with him falters. “I-I don’t know why I did that. It was—that was wrong, I shouldn’t have even answered the phone.”

The worlds tumble out of her mouth, clumsy and loose.

“And that was weird, I just—I feel like I crossed a line.” Her face contorts in mild discomfort, her body beginning to fold in on itself. “I’m sorry—“

“Hol’on—wait.” A breathy laughter leaves him as he shakes his head. “‘Mani, you making it seem like you just assaulted me or some shit.”

“I technically did.” She frowns.

“I mean—“ He looks around, trying his best to come with a way to word his thoughts properly. “Did I expect that shit? Hell no. Did I enjoy it?” His gaze locks dead center with hers.

“Sito—“

“Yes.” He even nods for emphasis. “I enjoyed it a lot. Matter fact, only thing I didn’t enjoy was you cutting that call short.”

Her heart skips a beat, but still her frown deepens. “You don’t get it.”

His head jerks back, confusion clear on his face? “Get what, ‘Mani? What else is there to get?” He scoffs. “You wanted to put on a show, and I wanted to watch—“

“Oh my God, shut the fuck up,” she groans, hiding her face in her hands.

She takes yet another deep breath, gathering herself to prepare the worst to come. She already fucked things up this bad, there’s really no going back after this. Not with the kind of person Sito is, he’ll never let this shit go.

“I … I feel like that didn’t mean anything to you.” Her brows pull in together, and she looks as if she confused by her own words. “Like, I get that it was … whatever the fuck it was, but like—ugh!”

His face contorts with hers, trying to follow along with her words.

“I-If you just wanna fuck after this, Sito, that’s not what I want. Okay? I don’t just wanna use you, or you use me, for a quick thing whenever we need to get some pressure off. I’m sorry if I even gave you that impression—“

“Woah, woah, woah. What are you talking about?”

She squints at him. “What do you mean what am I talking about? I think I’m making myself pretty clear.”

“Uh—not really. ��Cause honestly, you bringing claims to the table I ain’t never even claimed!”

She blinks, her face dropping. “Huh?”

For the first time in a few minutes, he actually cracks a smile. “Don’t ‘huh’ me. You heard what I said.”

Slowly, he rounds the island, forgetting all about the drink she had made him.

“Who the fuck told you I only ever wanted to fuck? I give you that vibe?” He gestures between the two of them, his expression teeters the line between confusion and offense.

“Somebody that just wanna fuck, gon’ get you all that shit I bought? They gon’ buy you groceries a-and get you flowers?” He takes slow steps towards her. “They gonna offer to give you rent money and pay to keep you pretty?”

By the time he chooses to stop, her back is pressed against the countertop. Her only option is to remain there, staring up at the man who only leaves a few inches of space between them.

“Cimani,” he chuckles. “Told you, you just like to hear yourself talk, forreal—I’on know what fucking impression I gave you, but I just wanna see you be put up.”

She can hardly swallow with his admission.

“I’on know how many times I gotta say that. I ain’t tryna see you stressed out for nothing. Not when I know I could make it easier.”

His eyes bounce back and forth between her own.

“Do I need to explain myself anymore?”

Chewing at her bottom lip, she tries her hardest to wrestle her facial expressions under control. So far, it’s not working, because he can see the inklings of a smile on her face.

She shakes her head ‘no.’

Peering down at her, his gaze is focused and intense. There really isn’t much of a smile on his anymore.

“Now that we finally got that shit out the way, I’m tryna finish what you started.”

•

“That’s it … that’s all I need you to do,” he pants. “Just need you to take it.”

Her vision clouds as her eyes roll back, before her eyes squeeze shut. A rough groan rips from her chest.

His dick, wide and thick, stretches her out in more ways than one. As he peers down between them, where they connect, his dick twitches from the sight.

Her lips mare fully stretched around him, as she feebly clenches around him. Her body is filled to the brim—stuffed.

“She hugging me tight, huh?” He laughs, holding her open with one hand. “Tryna figure out what to do with all this dick she getting.”

She clenches at his words, earning another chuckle out of him.

It’s not even like she can respond—tell him to shut up … not that she wants to. Stuffing her big, pouting lips are Sito’s big, ringed fingers. Her tongue laves at them.

The only semblance of a response she gives, is a moan.

“Don’t gotta do no more thinking, right?”

“Mm—mmh,” she groans, the sides of her mouth leaking with spit.

Her eyes flutter, only opening when he begins to drag his dick out of her. Her back was barely able to arch against the countertop, body pressed against the cold, hard surface.

“No more thinking,” he coos. “Not when you got all this—dick in you.”

He slides back in, pushing all of those inches up against her cervix. From the small underside of her stomach that he barely catches, he can see himself pressing against the wall of her stomach.

He repeats: pulling out just to push back in. Every revelation of his dick shows him that he’s covered in her glossy slick.

He’s obsessed.

The hand on her left ass cheek grips the little bit of fat tighter as he starts to pull her back against him. And still, he fucks back.

Wet fingers drag from her leaking mouth, to clutch the chamber of her neck. Each heavy stroke punches a new sound out of her.

“Oh—ffuck! … Aauh,” she shudders as he bounces her against him. Her breathing is tight and shaky.

“Pretty ass lil’ bitch,” he grunts. With each movement, he can feel his tip kiss her spongy walls.

She squeals, somehow tightening around him.

“Don’t know … how I let you think you was some fucking bum.”

She’s getting drunk off of his dick and words. Honestly, she can’t get enough of it.

“Just needed me to come remind you, huh?”

“Ye … yes!” she groans out.

“Needed me … to come straighten you out … w-when you was being a fucking brat—“

His voice wavers only slightly as he uses more power in his hips. She spasms around him.

“Oh—fuck, stop doing that shit,” he pants. “Stop—doing. That—“

The sound their bodies make when they collide gets louder as he fucks into her with more pressure. She can hardly keep up.

The buckle of his B.B. belt scrapes against the floor, his jeans pooled at his ankles.

She’s screaming out, her body inching up against the counter.

The hand around her neck tightens as it pulls her back. Her back curls into an arch as he leans forward to crash his lips against hers.

Their kiss is sloppy, lips sliding off of each other’s. Well, it’s more like he’s kissing her. Her lips are parted, moaning in his mouth, loudly.

The sound of her ass clapping against his dick is louder.

“S-so fucking tight,” he gasps against her mouth. His stomach is clenching.

Both of their bodies are covered in a layer of sweat that makes their brown skin shine.

He can’t get enough of her, going back in for another kiss, even when he feels like he’s going to pass out from not breathing.

When he pulls away, their lips smack. He finally releases her neck as he pulls out.

Her body sags against the counter, her toned legs trembling under her own body weight. As her hands feebly grip the counter’s edge, she peers back at him, looking railed. Her slick back bun is past sweated out, decorated with flyaways and frizz. Even her lips are swollen.

Cimani’s blurred vision, mostly full of tears, tracks to between Sito’s legs. She’s staring at the very thing ruining her, wondering how her friend of almost ten years was carrying all this dick around and she hasn’t even known.

Long, thick, and deep brown, with a left curve as it hangs between his tattooed legs. He is, single-handedly, her demise.

He’s saying something, but she can hardly hear him over her own panting.

“You hear me?”

Slowly, she looks up into his lustful eyes.

“Said I’ma show you something,” he repeats.

Before she can ask, a warm hand grasps her inner thigh of her right leg. The warm touch makes her jolt, she’s sensitive.

Carefully, he lifts. And she’s not too sure where this is going, her brain too exhausted to catch on with ease.

In fact, panic doesn’t set in until her knee is put to rest on the cold countertop, level with her hips. A large, warm hand falls back to the junction of her hip and lifted thigh.

This new stretch, he doesn’t even need to hold her open to see the way her pretty pussy drools. Droplets of her wetness dangle from her slickened heat. The leg she balances on, trembles even more.

“It’s good for you?”

She nods, her head dropped between her hiked shoulders.

“Yeah … already knew that.”

He takes ahold of himself, passing over his dick with ease as the skin is slippery. He comes to hold himself towards the tip.

“Already knew … you could handle that,” he exhales

She shivers, feeling the heat of his wide tip, kiss at her opening. It’s wet, gently passing through her lips. Tickling as it travels to her clit.

Stretched, her cunt flutters at the feeling, missing how deep he was. Lost in a trance, he plays with her, slapping the head of his dick against her clit over and over.

Her back barely arches as she tries to push back against him. Holding his dick to her swollen bud, he drags a tight fist up and down himself.

“Shit…”

Slowly, he pulls back to her sopping cunt.

“Know you could take it… Know you could—”

A sharp gasp inflates her chest, body locking up as his dick slides back in with too much ease.

The stretch is greater this time, a stronger burn. She almost taps out.

“Fuck, she squeezing me,” Sito groans out. His fingers grip the fat of her hip tight. “Know you feel that shit,” he hisses.

Her eyes roll back to the whites, feeling him reach even deeper than previous. Before she can even moan out, her head is pushed to counter, held down as she begins to fuck her again.

“This … all I w-was tr-tryna … give you, Mami.”

Her pussy hugs him extra tight at the mention of that name.

“Just some … good. Dick.” Every sentence is punctuated with a sharp thrust. “And … make sure you taken care of.”

Her mouth opens, but there isn’t a sound leaving it.

As he picks back up to a steady pace, her pussy lets go around him. All of the friction has packs her sticky release into a creamy froth at the base of his dick.

A sharp smack is laid to her asscheek, his heavy hand gripping the little bit of fat immediately after.

She doesn’t even have it in her to jump from the rough hit. Instead, she just flutters around him.

“This lil’ shit drive me crazy,” he slurs. “This lil’ ass booty,” he chuckles, breathlessly.

Every time they meet, spurts of her cum splat against his pelvis.

“You’on even know … how—how many times I—“ He presses his hips right up against her. “—times I wanted to fuck ya lil’ ass up—“

Her gasp cuts him off as he straight rolls his hips, digging his dick into her drooling cunt.

“Si—Sito—“

She tries to reach back. She doesn’t even make contact with him; he keeps her wrist against her lower back.

“I know, Mami, I know.”

Slowly, he comes to a stop, pulling out just a few, thick inches. His other hand reaches down to readjust her leg, which had slipped some from the island. He pushes it up higher.

“I know—”

“Augh—FUUUCK!”

Her voice scratches at her throat.

His shoves back in, hitting her g-spot dead-on. She crumbles against the island, gripping onto its edge with everything left in her.

Her ass jiggles cutely every time his pelvis collides with her, bouncing on him.

“All you gotta do is take it … take this dick, ‘Mani. That’s it.”

He raps a hand around her disheveled bun, yanking her head up.

“Don’t even gotta work for it,” he grunts in her ear.

She can feel it, her pussy creaming all around him. He’s slipping and sliding into her walls effortlessly. Every punch his dick gives to her cervix, knocks the wind out of her.

With how fast her heart is beating, she honestly thinks she’s about the faint.

“Ain’t never gonna make you work for it.”

She’s sniffling, her face a mess of tears.

“‘Long as you don’t give my pussy away.”

She shakes her head, lips parted and eyes squeezed shut.

“No, right?”

“N-no Pap-pa—“

“Huh?”

“No!” She wails out, feeling her standing leg shake under her. “Oooohh—uh! Fuuuck!”

“Yeah,” he smiles wildly, grills undoubtedly shining. “Ain’t no nigga giving it to her like this. Ain’t no nigga that’s—dicking her down like this.”

Following every thrust is a spurt of water, splashing down on the hardwood floor.

“Ain’t no one doing it like Sito, right?”

She cries out, unable to even form words as she twitches around him.

“Gonna stamp my name in this shit,” he swears through gritted teeth.

As sweat drips from his forehead, his braids have even started to frizz up.

All of this pleasure, all of this stimulation makes her toes curl cutely. And he catches it, the square shaped acrylics decorating them.

His hand releases her wrist to hold raised foot. He presses his thumb into the sole, immediately triggering another set of kegels off in her.

The pressure of his thumb to her sole, and his dick against her cervix, drives her body insane. Like a reaction set off by pushing two buttons at the same time, she cums yet again.

The sound of water pouring against wood makes his ears perk up. She almost collapses from the pleasure.

“Pretty ass toes.”

He slows his strokes his focus zeroes in on her foot. She can’t even say that he’s giving her mercy at this moment, as each languid drag of his dick against her spot makes her bawl out.

“Cute ass lil’ feet.”

His dick jumps within her, a recent memory flashing within his head.

“When you put ‘em in the camera,” he huffs. “Right above this pretty ass pussy … damn near nutted.”

She only shudders. Her body spasms around him as he continues massaging her feet. And with that, his pace picks back up again.

“Fuuuck,” he groans out. “You so pretty, Mama.”

Releasing her hair, he lets her fall back to the counter, watching how he fucks her deeply. His control is slipping from him, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second.

“This shit all yours,” he pants. “This sh— … shit all yours—f-forrea—uhh—“

He doesn’t even get to prepare for his orgasm, but his body couldn’t hold back anymore. The first few spurts were buried deep in her walls.

His brain buffers before he regains enough sense to pull out, still nutting as he does so.

Laying his dick between her cheeks, it dribbles out the last few drops of cum, softening as he finishes.

“Shit...”

He stares, lost in a trance as he stares down at the beautiful mess they made. Her brown skin glistens with a sheen of sweat and his cum decorating her pussy and cheeks.

But it isn’t until she whimpers that he’s knocked out of it. She doesn’t even have to say anything.

So tired and spent, Cimani barely even registers when she’s placed on her back, her legs wrapped around his waist.

Her eyes are barely open, but Sito is all that she sees. Everything is so hazy.

He leans down, pressing his chest to hers and he holds her close.

And when he puckers his lips to kiss her, her movement is automatic, immediately kissing him back although weakly.

Their pecks are soft and sweet, almost too sentimental for what just happened.

And that makes her giggle.

He cracks a smile. “What?”

“My feet, Sito? What the fuck?” she slurs with breathless laughter.

He kisses his teeth, hiding his face in her neck. “C’mon, now.”

“I just didn’t expect you to have that big of a foot fetish!”

Her giggles are music to his ears, pulling a tired chuckle out of him.

“I don’t ... s’just you,” he mumbles, uncaring of how feindish he sounds. Pulling his body up to look at her, his eyes run over her face. “You knew that, though.”

She hums, a dreamy smile on her lips. But as they stare at each other, her mouth falls into a gentle pout.

“You nutted in me,” she whines.

He pushes her fly-aways off of her face.

“My fault, Mami,” he says softly.

It doesn’t fail to make her pussy flutter again, the action pushing more of his cum out.

“Said I was gonna stamp it, though.”

Her faux pout lightens.

“I’ll get you the Plan B.”

“Thank you,” she smiles.

Before any of them can say more, the ringtone of Cimani’s phone goes off. They jump up at the sound.

“My phone,” she says, sitting up on her elbows.

Reaching over her, Sito grabs it up from its spot on the island, closer to the opposite side. He hands it over to her, carefully.

For a second, confusion takes over her face as she reads the unknown number.

“Who is it?”

She glances up at him. “I don’t know.”

Nevertheless, she decides to answer anyway.

“H-hello?”

Sito watches with great interest, the focused look on her face—threaded brows pulled together in thought.

“This is her.”

As the call continues, that look bleeds off of her face. It’s replaced with a bright smile.

“Yes, yes—I can come by today.” She sits up more, Sito backing up to give her the space.

“Two?” She looks at him.

Confused, he nods nonetheless.

“Y-yeah, two is good for me.”

“What?” he mouths.

But she only looks away. “Alright … yup, that’s perfect … okay. Okay, bye.”

She pulls the phone away, ending the call.

“Who was that?”

She looks up at him. “That was an apartment locator for that place you found. I-I think things fell through with their first option, so they considered me next. They asked to come by for a tour.”

His brows lift. “You deadass?”

“Yes! Oh my God!”

Throwing her phone down on the counter, she jumps on him, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing tight. Luckily his reflexes are quick enough—he catches her before she falls.

“Oh my God!” she squeals.

She pulls back, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Fuck, what time is it?”

Reaching out with one hand, he double taps her screen to get the time—almost one o’clock.

“How fast you think you could shower?” He asks.

“Fast enough.”

His lips curl upward as he gets an idea.

“Shit, I think if we both get in, we could save some time.”

This sounds like a bad idea.

She can’t help but to mirror his expression.

“I think so, too.”

PART 1 HERE

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squinch-depraved · 5 months ago

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jschlatt or Ted nsfw alphabet please? 🙏

aight here's schlatt i'm having a lot of fun doing these so i hope y'all are enjoying

A (aftercare- what they're like after sex): i think he's super, super attentive. like he will not leave you alone until he's sure you're all taken care of and cleaned up

B (body part- their favorite on themself and their partner): he likes his chops because you always say they feel good when you sit on his face, and on you he likes your tits

C (cum- anything to do with cum): he loves cumming in you for sure but also down your throat

D (dirty secret of theirs): steals your underwear after sex quite often (see this post for more)

E (experience- how experienced are they): he's had a few partners and knows what he's doing but will still make sure to listen to you and your reactions so he knows what works with you and what doesn't

F (favorite position): riding him with you, like, burying your face in his neck. it feels so intimate and he loves it

G (goofy- are they serious? humorous? etc.): occasionally goofy but tries to keep things either romantic and sensual or rough and carnal. like he'll joke every now and then but doesn't make a point to be funny sometimes it just happens

H (hair- how well groomed/does the carpet match the drapes?): will trim occasionally to keep things neat but like doesn't care too much about it

I (intimacy- how romantic are they?): i feel like he can be very romantic when he's not being super intense like i feel like he really enjoys soft and sweet sex with his partner

J (jorkin' it- how often?): have u heard how much he talks ab gooning like it has to be at LEAST once a day

K (kink/s?): breeding, lactation, feederism (slightly), mommy kink

L (location- favorite place/s to have sex): he's a simple man- bed, couch, or over a counter

M (motivation- what gets them going): arguing with you/seeing you argue with someone else, rlly domestic moments with you like seeing you take care of the cats or watching you cook

N (no- turn offs, dealbreakers): anything in public or at his desk/in his streaming area, recording him is also a no go

O (oral- prefers giving, receiving? skill level?): y'know, i was gonna say giving but i really feel like he would prefer receiving (he's still amazing at giving head don't get me wrong)

P (pace- fast & rough? slow & loving?): if he's being romantic, it's gentle and so, so full of love, but if he's in a different mood it's fast and hard

Q (quickies- their opinion on them): does them for you whenever you need them but like he said in that one sleep deprived clip it takes him forever to cum so like. it's all for you. i can totally see him making a game out of it and trying to get you to finish faster each time

S (stamina- how many rounds? how long do they last?): literally as long as you need him to. if you really tried, you could prob make him cum in, like, an hour? but it takes a lot of work

R (risk- are they down to experiment?): i mean, he will for you, but nothing in public, no recording anything, and don't even think about telling anyone the kind of things you get him to do for you because he'd be so embarrassed

T (toys- do they own toys?): owns a wand for you, a bluetooth vibrator, and a few plugs. (whether they're his or yours i'm not saying)

U (unfair- do they like to tease?): extremely unfair if provoked!! if you behave yourself, you'll be fine. but if you're a brat he's gonna absolutely break you

V (volume- how loud they are): usually soft moans and grunts if he's in charge but get him in sub mode and he'll whimper and whine for you nonstop

W (wild card): not surprising at all but he loves subbing and being pegged

X (x-ray- under their clothes): approximately 8 inches, uncut, has a vein running along it that drives him crazy when you run your tongue along the length of it

Y (yearning- how high is their sex drive?): a bit above average, can go whenever you need him but requests it himself at least every other day

Z (zzz- how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?): once you're all clean and taken care of he is out like a light dude he passes tf out and you gotta deal with his snoring

#x reader #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt smut #schlatt smut #jschlatt x you #schlatt x you #wennie writes

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restinslices · 2 years ago

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Lin Kuei Bros x Reader MK1 Intro

Idk what’s gotten into me but they’re all I think about. Concept is you two are married but you make a lot of terrible jokes. Possibly OOC but after Netflix canceled S&B AND the SOC spin-off, I need a laugh. Y’all will be aight.

(I know Bi-Han was mad asf he couldn’t kill him-)

Y/N: Think I need someone older ♫ Just a little bit- finish the lyrics

Bi-Han: No

Y/N: Ice to meet you!

Bi-Han: You are infuriating

Y/N: Why so cold man?

Bi-Han: You keep talking

Y/N: Can't you laugh at one of my puns?

Bi-Han: Ha… ha… ha… *said with the angriest face imaginable*

Y/N: I’d say it was love at frost sight!

Bi-Han: Take off your ring

Y/N: *gasp* It’s the Ghost of Tsushima!

Kuai Liang: I wish you'd stop bringing him up

Y/N: You gonna sting me?

Kuai Liang: Probably not in the way you're hoping

Y/N: GET OVER HERE

Kuai Liang: That only works if they're far away…

Y/N: Nothing can extinguish my love for you

Kuai Liang: *deep “why are we married” sigh* I'll accept that one

Y/N: What did the flame say to his buddies after he fell in love?

Kuai Liang: They keep telling terrible jokes?

Y/N: Don't you know smoking will kill you?

Tomas: That's not… was that a pun?

Y/N: Where there is smoke, there is fire!

Tomas: You're getting pretty good at that!

Y/N: Spiderman, Spiderman, does whatever a spider can ♫

Tomas: We do not sound that similar

Y/N: What did the cigarette say to the smoker?

Tomas: I'm burning for you

Y/N: Don't lie. You like my puns

Tomas: I love you so I let it go

#bi han x y/n #bi han x reader #bi han sub zero #bi han mk1 #kuai liang #kuai liang x reader #kuai liang x y/n #kuai liang scorpion #kuai liang mk1 #tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada smoke #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas vrbada x y/n #mk1 intros #mk1 2023 #babygirlification #making grown buff men bby girls #mk1 x reader

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lemedstudent2021 · 27 days ago

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hiiiiiii :)

so i'm writing some fanfic where the characters get into a plane crash and have to survive on their own with limited medical supplies/knowledge (the characters are age 12-15 but some of them have first aid knowledge to an extent) and i have some Questions (if u don't mind me asking)

(before i start this is SHAMELESSLY inspired by the greys anatomy season 8 finale where the plane crashes)

can you use fire to cauterise open wounds to stop bleeding? or would that just bring further complications?

can you use safety pins as makeshift staples (if you loop them so the skin shuts properly)

the only character who knows how to properly suture needs sutures to stop bleeding out, is it realistic for him to instruct the two other least injured people to suture him up (he can't use his hands) without blacking out from pain?

injuries the characters have: (what is the treatment protocol for each of these?)

one character gets her leg broken with bone exposed (eventually it has to be amputated)

one dislocates his shoulder

one person's hand gets stuck in the debris

someone gets debris in her stomach

one person just has superficial wounds

one character gets debris stuck in her leg

they all have heavy bruising and scrapes as well but those are treatable

things the characters do know how to do:

tie a makeshift tourniquet (advice: do not practise tying tourniquets on yourself because it's quite painful)

suture (one person)

insert a needle into someone's veins (same person)

apply compression bandages to stop bleeding

other super basic stuff (apply plasters, tie an arm sling, etc)

the very basics of cauterising a wound

supplies they have:

tranquiliser guns (limited, and the tranq guns are suited to taking down dinosaurs but they work on humans too)

hand sanitiser and rubbing alcohol (limited)

two basic first aid kits with needle and thread

a knife

cloth to use as bandages and tourniquet material

oxygen (from the plane)

possibly an iv drip???

matchsticks (limited) to make fire to sterilise things and to heat the knife for cauterisation

debris from the plane for splints

food and water (limited)

also how does one put a dislocated joint back into its socket? particularly the shoulder?

sorry if this is super long and for asking so many questions lol. feel free to answer whenever :) and it's completely fine if u don't know (duh) i can research myself but i am sure you're more accurate than a search engine

hope u are having a wonderful day <3

beloved hiiii :D

oooh exciting!! ngl i havent watched any medical shows lol so i dont have any pop culture knowledge (the writing in said shows isnt always the most accurate as u probably already know lol) BUTT tis a famous trope/ au setting so lets see what we got >:)

(also ofc??? love answering ur questions and stuff in general!! and if i dont anything we can always learn together XD)

disclaimer i will be freestyling these okay i dont have any experience in trauma surgery lol but heres what i do got right off the bat:

aight first off cauterisation is indeed used to stop severe bleeding *when all other means have been used* and an open flame is definately not the way to go for tha (burns can be extremely dangerous and a. cause fluid loss and b. increase the risk for nasty infections that can lead to sepsis and death)

instead id suggest heating up metal (like a scrap from the aircraft or sum) via the fire and then applying it to the wound :3

assuming u mean the surgical staples: yes and no? lol obv since this is an emergency there is little space to be picky abt equipment, so honestly safety pins would work ig but i think theyd keep coming loose (oh the agony)

i messed around with one of mine just now and the line that locks into the head (?) is pretty straight so i kinda doubt itll be able to like close flesh the way one imagines it to but its literally fiction lol we can suspend our belief far more than this. as long as its closed properly go for it lmao i give u my blessing XD

yeah sure!! since the patient is awake and aware enough to be able to assess and give instruction i see no reason as to why not lol.

btw in case of an amputation or extremely severe bleeding id recommend using a tourniquet (lots of tutorials online!) to compress the artery and minimise the bleeding :D (ooh maybe u can use the cautery thing here too)

OMG I READ THE FUTURE AHA (my condolences) okay so the amputation will be at the knee level (which afaik is the hardest kind of amputation to perform joint wise lmao. good luck with that) presumably. theyll need a tourniquette as mentioned above, very sharp knife or something to hack away at the flesh and tendons (very tough) and ligaments around the knee socket (even tougher i think). and lots of bandages for the stump

now had they recieived the needed medical attention i doubt theyd need to go up to the knee (there are shin level amputations) but since theyre kids and all alone with no guide or anything idk if theyll be able to save the lower leg bones or even cut though them if they could (i doubt med supplies include saws lol) so yeah thats my reasoning at least.

dislocation is a relatively easy fix (compared to everyhting else lol) but it depends on where the humerus (arm bone) is:

based on which kind of dislocation the direction of pull is determined, but again relatively simple no blood no mess

there are a few maneuvers/ techniques u might want to look up like hippocratic and spaso/ reverse stimson (both for anterior btw)

a hand getting stuck i assume means impaled? oof thats going to hurt. well broken hand bones are pretty rough to deal with in the wild, since all bones need proper realignment to avoid further pain and complications when the body heals itself (did u know that if a fracture heals wrong they have to break it and reset it? yeah.) so im not sure honestly ig it depends on what u have in mind for them

again not too sure what stomach means exactly; are her guts poking out? just bleeding from scratches? depends on what ur going for!! lmk btw and feel free to send more asks ill look up and find what we need to know :D

impaled leg i take it? as the above u need to know what condition shes in exactly like arterial puncture probably means severe bleeding and death honestly, lmk what u have in mind!!

superficial wounds need cleaning and patching up, sometimes if theres like unclean areas of said wounds they need to be scraped off (debridement) esp if theres like scraps or dirt or anything on the wound. what fun!

again for the cautery i think an open flame would heat up the knife much faster than a match lol (also they need to be preserved. also also they wouldnt last long enough i think)

not at all pookie i had so much fun going over everything!! hopefully this is coherent and useful for u ajsdhsjjdhfn

#inbox shenanigans #med stuff #plane crash #emergency first aid

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4rafe · 1 year ago

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Would love my girl part 2 how rafe finds her and sees marks on her neck

MY GIRL (PT.2) || R. CAMERON

part 1 — my girl

summary; rafe was determined to kill anyone who ever hurt you but when you asked differently of him, he complied.

warnings; not proofread!!, marks on r's neck, mention of wanting to kill (?)

a/n; was hoping someone would ask for this, im so glad you guys enjoyed it!! <3

— masterlist

ending of part 1; as rafe got to his truck, he grabbed his gun out from under the driver seat and placed it in the back of his pants because he didnt know what to expect, or who but all he knew is that he would do absolutely anything to protect you from harm.

—

rafe hopped in his truck, put his key in and flew out of the parking lot and onto the road as fast as he could to get to you. he didnt care how many laws he broke or how fast he was going, you were the one thing that filled his mind and he couldn't think of anything else.

when rafe arrived to the chateau he immediately saw you, jumped out of his truck and ran to you as fast as he could. you were constantly talking to john b to keep him talking and make sure he was still with you from how bad he was beaten.

when you heard his footsteps you looked back to him as your tears fell from your lashline and down your cheek, creating a black streak from your mascara. "please h- help, topper, he -" you yelled to him, hyperventilating from your cries.

rafe came up beside you, standing over john b as you sat beside him trying to help in anyway you could. "fuuckk" rafe mumbled to himself just under his breath. examining what happened and seeing how badly hurt john b was, he crouched down next to you with a hand lining his mouth as he thinks about what to do next.

"help me carry em’ to the truck, aight?" he said softly, turning his head and looking at your pouty, sad face.. thats when he saw it; the marks on your neck. his face dropped, knowing that whoever was brave enough to do this to you knowing who you belonged to was a dead man in seconds and he demanded to know exactly who it was.

he brought his hand up to your neck, lining the area the marks laid on your neck with his fingers. "who the fuck do this to you?" he demanded harshly. no matter how hard you would try to defend whoever did this or hide their name from him, rafe would find out who every single time.

rafe couldn't bare to let someone who hurt you like this get away with it and he never did. when he asked you, you turned to him in fear, pouting. you gave him that sad look that told him everything he needed to know.

you saw rafe become tense when he realized who did it to you, "m’ gonna kill that m’fucker." he said with a raspy tone. as much as a dick topper could be, and how he treated you he deserved a lot of karma but there was no telling what rafe would do. "rafe, no." you said firm, "please just help me get john b outta’ here, yeah?" you pleaded of him with puppy dog eyes he just couldn't resist.

rafe rolled his eyes because he knew he wasnt going to do anything since you asked of him and he of course, could never resist anything you asked of him. "yeah yeah, lets get em’ up." he responded softly, his voice trailing off as he reached down to help get john b up. you placed one of john b's arms around your shoulder and his other arm was placed around around rafes shoulder.

you both helped him walk to the truck, laying him down in the backseat. john b moaned from the pain as his nose and head bled out. rafe closed the back door and followed you to the passenger side, opening the door to let you in and closing it for you.

rafe enjoyed knowing that you were safe, he could keep eyes on you whenever (as if he doesn't already), and it gave him comfort but he already knew now that he may not do anything bad to topper like he had planned, he was definitely going to leave a message for him.

as rafe walked around the truck to the driver side and hopped in, you said to john b, "just hang on, ’kay? we'll get you fixed up". rafe got out of there as fast as he could, once again, speeding and breaking laws but he didnt care because it was all for you which made it worth it.

rafe grabbed your hand in his and turned to admire your pretty face, "when we get home we'll take care of that neck, yeah?" he said to you with a smile as he swapped his vision back and forth between the road and you. you nodded to him, it made you so happy knowing that rafe loved caring for you like this.

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infoglitch · 1 year ago

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i beg of thee... please... more blackguard stuff. am dyin over here...

It appears the sinners have demanded my attention.

Very well, it's time

TO LOCK THE FUCK IN!

Back bone.

Jaune found himself sitting in his dorm gaming with ruby and surprisingly Weiss was with them, watching as the two were playing "street clash revolve" with jaune winning 3 matches as it was a best of six. With ruby winning 4 matches.

Jaune: Oop! Oop! Here it comes ruby!

Ruby: oh you think?! Aight bring it vomit boy!

Jaune proceed to tap a chain of buttons.

Up forward and then B as jaune shouted with enthusiasm.

Jaune: KANE OVERDRIVE!

On the TV screen the letters K. O. plastered the screen as Ruby groaned but also laughed as her and jaune fist bump. With Weiss watching in awe.

Ruby: GG jaune, GG.

Jaune: what you mean GG? We only got two rounds left before one of us wins.

Ruby: unfortunately I gotta get ready.me and yang will be heading to our dad's cabin for our break, and I gotta grab my bags and get ready, me and her will leave in an hour.

Jaune: awe, well I understand

Weiss: you sure you two and your father couldn't reschedule?

Jaune and Ruby had to do a double take as they looked at Weiss who they completely forgot was there.

Weiss:... Look I'm on the edge of my seat and I want to see who wins!

Jaune and Ruby look at eachother.

Jaune: are you sure we aren't sharing a dream?

Ruby: definitely. But regardless sorry Weiss but I gotta go, if don't who knows when me and yang will be able to go again.

Weiss sighed and nodded.

Weiss: very well, I do hope you and Yang enjoy your time back with your father.

Ruby:.. thanks weiss

Ruby walked out as jaune and Weiss sat on the formers bed with Jaune just looking at Weiss.

Jaune: hey um.. real talk, but why have you been so interested in what me and ruby do lately.

Weiss: oh just curiosity, plus I figured it do me some good to get to hang out with my leader and her friend.

Jaune looked at her as he put his controller away and fully turned to her.

Jaune: it's Bleiss isn't it?

Weiss just sat there before groaning.

Weiss: i don't know why but whenever I try to be Alone she constantly pops up and bugs me over and over again, its getting frustrating and since i cant be alone any more-

Jaune: you started hanging out with me and ruby?

Weiss nodded and looked away somewhat ashamed.

Jaune: so I assume you dont actually find what we do to hang out interesting?

Weiss: at first yes but just being around you two, there's this energy you give off that is just.. nice to be around, your like air purifiers... That was a bad analogy I'm sorry.

Jaune just chuckled but waved his hand.

Jaune: I think I understand. But outside of that.. Weiss this is your sister we are talking about. And neither of you have seen eachother for...

Weiss:... 5 years.

Jaune: 5 years, and from what i can tell, she wants to atleast catch up.

Weiss: it's not like I don't know that! Its just- why can't she just be-

Jaune: normal? Weiss your normal is based around fancy balls and gala's. How Bleiss is acting is normal. Shes being herself. Shes being&

Weiss: loud, foul mouthed, and is flirting with basically every man here?

Jaune: yeah that. All I'm gonna say is this, siblings may come from the same family, but they don't always have the same lessons as us... I can't believe I actually used the advice saph gave me.

Weiss chuckled as she just looked at the knight. The two hadn't completely become friends but jaune hoped they were getting there, and so far from he could tell.. they were.

Then footsteps are heard as one Belamere "bleiss" noir givrése. Weiss Schnee's twin sister. Her attire still the same biker aesthetic as ever with her looking around the room, before seeing jaune.

Bleiss: ah you jaune I wanna talk to you for a second.

To both Jaune and Weiss's her tone was less rude and more... polite.

Weiss: where the hell was this?!

Jaune: uh sure just give me a second.

Bleiss: take your time but this is rather important.

Weiss: WHERE THE HELL WAS THIS?!

Jaune adjusted himself as he followed Bleiss outside the room only to be pinned to the wall as he yelped before being hushed by the twin of his snow angel.

Bleiss: I need your help arc, my dear sister and I have obviously not gotten along. So I need you to help me out here since you, Weiss, and that ruby girl, are buddy-buddy now. Got it?

Jaune simply nodded as Bleiss smiled.

Bleiss: good. And If you do well enough who knows.. I may give you a taste of people out of your leag-

Jaune removed her hand from his mouth rather calmly as he spoke.

Jaune: don't even think about it, I'm doing this because Weiss is my friend, and I prefer her not having to deal with any problem that can be solved. I don't care what you give in exchange.

Bleiss:.. that's surprisingly noble. Here I was thinking he was just a loser going for women out of his league.

Jaune: are we done now?

Bleiss: hm? Oh yes, I'll be going now, till then, noble knight~

Jaune raised an eyebrow at the nickname as Bleiss walked away with a smirk.

Bleiss: perhaps this place is nothing like vacoue, and if that's the case this will be lovely~

And that end this installment of the growing story between Bleiss and Jaune.

#rwby #jaune arc #bleiss schnee #rwby blackguard #jaune x bleiss #i have like- so many ideas for how jaune and this bitch meet so sit back and fucking watch mothafuckers!

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hungrytummyprompts · 1 year ago

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Hi, sorry, I’m really nervous about interacting so I hope I don’t come across as rude or anything. Do you have any ideas for romantic hunger scenarios, preferably on the sfw side or revolving around one of the partners being a musician? Thank you ever so much.

Aight so, I've played around with my musician OCs a bunch before for hunger stuff so here's hoping I can come up with something good that's also romantic!

A having such a packed schedule they don't get a moment to eat. If they're famous in this scenario it could be a packed schedule of work, meet and greets, photos, deals, interviews, tour performances, etc etc. Maybe their tummy growls during some of these fan meetings or interviews. Regardless, they end up stumbling home starved and exhausted and just want to curl up and sleep. Their sweetheart, B, greets them with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek, and when they hear poor A's stomach groaning ravenously they know that tummy needs care, be it tummy rubs, a good meal or a wee bit of teasing.

Being too nervous to eat before a date, love confession or proposal. Tummy rats you out to your SO at the most embarrassing moment possible.

A goes to B's first concert to support them from the crowd. Maybe A is too excited to eat and it's a pretty small turnout or a little makeshift, and their belly is loud, so at least they can hear it over the music at times. Or perhaps the issue is B has been too nervous to eat, and during a break in songs their tummy growls loud enough to be picked up by the mic. When they meet up after, they get to have a little date night with their grumbly tummies.~

#Sorry it's not much but I hope it's okay!#hungry tummy #hunger kink #hunger growls #stomach growling #hunger #hunger prompts #hunger prompt #requests #posting this at 1am and still coherent woo!

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kinkandkreep · 11 days ago

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Y'all...*sigh* I gotta keep it trill....

"Yoi" is probably the single most heinous nickname I've heard be given to a figure I'm familiar with. ✋🏾😭

AND BEFO YOU SUPER SENTIMENTAL ATTACHED GIRLIES JUMP DOWN MY THROAT ABOUT IT, JUST KNOW AND UNDERSTAND THAT IT NEEDED TO BE SAID. 😂

And I for one, don't mind volunteering as tribute and sayin' it. 💁🏾‍♀️

(Sidenote: the next most egregious is "Pardi," short for Pardison. Like BRUH, HIS NAME IS P A R D I S O N F O N T A I N E. That is so cool and elegant and you mean to tell me you goofy negroes wanna shorten that to lame ass PARDI??!?!? 😒 I am still appalled.)

Anyway!

If you ain't familiar wit me, first of all, heeeyyyy sissypooh/brudda man, how you doin'? My name is Tee Tee Ari, 'preciate ya' visitin' wit me. 😁

Main thing, as of right now at least, that everyone should know concerning moi is that Isagi Yoichi has wormed his way so deeply into my psyche and burrowed so firmly into my heart that it is genuinely overwhelming. 🫠

He is MY pretty, perfect, LOVELY little blueberry whom I cherish dearly and will never let go of. 🙂‍↕️

(He's also a really hot guy, so that's a bonus. 😂)

That being said...

I done seen in quite a few fics/drabbles posted here him being addressed, affectionately so, as simply "Yoi," whether in the throes of intimacy or just casually by primarily the reader in reader inserts.

...🙂🙃🙂🙃...

It is, frankly, headache inducing.

Like, I get it, it's literally the first three letters of his given name but to say it like dat??!

Unacceptable. 😭

It's the goofiest sounding thing ever and I'm finna propose some of my personal fave alternatives that I hope you girlies will consider and USE.

(And also to keep it trill wit y'all, I'm lowkey a pretty serious gatekeeper so for me to be willingly sharing these is a testament to A.) how much I care about my boi and B.) how fed up I am. 😂)

Aight! 👏🏾 Here's my suggestions. Ain't but a few, so bare wit me:

1.) "Chi-chi" (YoiCHI, Chi-Chi, pretty self-explanatory...)

2.) "YoYo-kun" (or Yocchan, which is technically already an established nickname for him in-universe I believe)

3.) "Gigi" (now, I used this particular nickname in reference to Miguel O' Hara (Spiderman 2099) before, but I thought it was also fitting for Yoichi because he's called "IsaGOAT" and also his family name is "IsaGI", so just double up on the last two letters and you get the derivative "Gigi." 🙂)

And das all I got, for now. Feel free to use these y'all. (PLEASE, abeg. ✋🏾😭)

Let this be the year we discard "Yoi" as a nickname back to the pit of Tartarus whence it crawled! 😤

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Hey it's me again. I wanted your opinion on something. When I told my mom I was ace, she accepted it . It was nice, so I'd thought I could tell my stepdad. He was uncomfortable and didn't want to talk about it. I asked mom why that was and she said that he's uncomfortable with hearing what's practically his kid talking about sexual stuff. I'm left feeling very confused. Do you have thoughts on this insight?

Ima be honest, I have zero experience being a parent (yet, at least), so I'm not sure I have any right to form much of an opinion on this...

That said, please do take this with a grain of salt, but I always think it's a shame when younger people aren't allowed to explore what sexual and romantic orientations mean openly, since we all know puberty is a thing and those things don't miraculously wait until you're 18 to come to mind. I'm probably biased, because a- I'm European and I guess my culture isn't as like... Rigid? When it comes to "protecting the children"? Idk it's got good and bad traits but it is what it is, and b- I realized I was ace at 14 after what felt to me like an explosion of horniness and romantic roleplaying from everyone my age around me, until I realized how they were was fair, and how I was was fair, and everything was aight, and I'm sure as hell glad I realized it so soon, too, despite there being nothing or no one to give me any hint on what I was back then.

Obviously people shouldn't be creeps about things and having concerns is fair, but being accepting and open-minded to younger people figuring themselves out is key to help them feel validated and less alone, I believe. But... Yeah, I'm no parent, so I wouldn't know. For me, back then, the validation didn't come from my parents, but mostly from my friends and then my brothers. I'm glad at least your mom is accepting, and I hope that your stepdad not wanting to talk about things isn't a sign that he's opposed to it – though even if he is, you are what you are and that's nobody's business but yours. I hope you have the amount of approval and validation you need in your life regardless.

#ghfnjkgldf that was a lot of blah blah on something that technically isn't my business i'm sorry #but yeah i wish you well #asexuality #asexual #aspec #...with that said REAL TALK for a sec i never got that whole card of like #“hmmmgh don't say sex don't talk about your sex life”#i'm not i'm talking about my proud lack thereof #ohwell

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cyten0 · 8 months ago

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A Symphony in Crimson

Act 2: A Movement in White

Chapter 1-B

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You sit in the house. Hoping. Praying to change itself that any second now, someone will knock on your door with… ANY news about Bonnie. Finding out you were frozen for 6 months… Anything could have happened to them! You can’t lose them…

Crab it, you can’t wait any longer. It’s only been a day, but that still feels too crabbing long! You need something, ANYTHING!!!

Not like the others around here would give you any info. Change damn it, you’ll just go ask around again.

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UGH. Nothing! You’ve been around half the town so far, and most of them won’t even give you the time of day. The few that did didn’t have anything, and weren’t interested in helping… They’d leave them to possibly die out there… Ugh, you really hate this crabbing town.

♪ “Hey there, heard you were looking for someone? Need help?”

You turn to face the woman… She’s a strange one. Long, lightless hair, an eyepatch, covered in scars. She's a bit taller then you, but not by much. Fairly lithe, but clearly fit. Wearing a metal chestplate, but otherwise dressed very casually, but with odd fabrics. Some jeans, short sleeves, and an odd tattered cape. Her outfit is decorated with this odd shape, like if a diamond and a cross got mixed, and there are metal wings on some of it.

Hm. She’s clearly not from around here. Maybe some bounty hunter or something, can’t think of why else they’d come up to you out of nowhere... Oh well, if she asks for pay, might as well hear her out, not like anyone else will help.

❁ “Might. Helped my younger sibling book it when town got froze 6 months back. Got no news what happened.”

♪ “Dang. Hm… Names La, Think I can help out. My friend has crafts for this kind of thing, I can grab her if you’d like?”

❁ “sigh Aight, how much will this cost?”

♪ “Hm? Nah, don’t worry, it’s on me. Give me just a sec.”

What? No pay? Bullcrab, there’s gotta be a catch.

She pulls out a weird metal thing, and taps it a few times, before a weird voice starts speaking out of it.

♯ “LA!!! Oh my stars, PLEASE tell me you found SOMETHING!!! I’m loosing my mind here!!”

♪ “Hey Re, Nothing on Fa, sadly. But there is someone who could use your help. Missing sibling, apparently separated from that timecraft stuff.”

♯ “I’ll take it! Be there in 5.”

Hm. ‘Nothing on Fa’?

❁ “Who’s Fa?”

♪ “Friend of ours. We haven't seen them in years. Got no leads ourselves, honestly… Actually, given that look of distrust on your face, let’s make this fair. You could tell us if you know anything? Even if it’s nothing.”

Crab, read you like a book.

♪ “They’ve been in Vaugarde for a few years so they might have a whole new identity at this point, but.. They should have a distinctive white cloak, with pins with this star symbol, and probably a pointy hat with a wing on it?”

She points to that weird shape in her eye-patch. Star shaped? Hm…

You kinda run your memory a bit. That does sound familiar. Oh crab, wait there’s no way!

❁ “… The phantom child?”

♯ “The phantom what?”

GAH!! What the!

Another strange lady. More musculur, about your height, cheerful expression on her face. Wearing a long sleeved crop top and jeans, hair in a ponytail, metal shoulderpad and legs. More of that ‘star’ shape on her outfit. Looks a little manic. Where did she even come from?!

♯ “Oh, Hi! Sorry! Names Re! You must be the one who needs help?”

♪ “Calm down Re. Well, since your here, why don’t you lead us to the last point you saw your sibling, and we can talk about this Phantom Child on the way?”

Sigh… Fair enough. You guess since you have info they need, you can believe this deal a bit more. You start leading them the way out of town.

❁ “Right, so it’s not much, but people round here sometimes talk about the so called ‘phantom child’. Stranger dressed in white, cloak and pointy hat, barely spoke a word, would vanish into the woods and never leave a trace. But that was about five-ish years back since the last appearance.”

♯ “That’s gotta be Fa! Means they at least made it here okay! Any idea what happened to them?”

❁ “Wait, question. Rumors say a kid. Why you tracking them?”

La looks off to the side for a bit.

♪ “...It’s complicated but. Short version is we didn’t have a way to get to Vaugarde till recently. We have to make sure their okay.”

Complicated huh? Uh huh. Yeah, you don’t buy it. A kid alone for five-ish years ain’t okay no matter what could have stopped them.

❁ “Well, anyways, nobody knows what happened to them. One day they just stopped showing up. Nobody ever found a trace.”

♯ “… Well, less info then I’d hoped, but least it’s something! Thanks!”

As you enter the woods, La suddenly moves faster then you can blink and a blast of craft fires into the trees!

♪ “Sadness down.”

♯ “Aw c'mon! Could have pointed them out to me!”

What?.. Sure enough, if you squint really hard, you can see a sadness dissolving. How the crab did she even see that? Also what the crab was that craft??

Yeah these people must be bounty hunters or SOMETHING. Keep your secrets close.

❁ “Huh. Okay… Anyways, just a few feet away.”

You lead them over to the spot. You remember this clearing pretty well, woke up in it just yesterday.

♯ “My turn!… Hm. Okay, focus on your sibling, and your desire to protect them. I’ll do the rest!”

You see her focusing. Eyes closed, breathing in. Looks completely different from her weirdly manic enthusiasm from before. You don’t know what she’s doing but. Fine. You just hope you don’t regret this later...

You picture Bonnie in your mind. Their cheerful smile, the food they’d make when you let them, the way they’d try and help people out… That scared face when you last saw them, as they were fleeing. Crab. You really, REALLY crabbing hope this works, or you’ll charge out after them anyways!

♯ “Got it! Let me get you a visual!”

The woman, Re? She places her hand down, eyes still closed. A misty trail filled with white lights flows out from her hand into the woods.

♯ “...Long distance, very far. Probs at LEAST a few towns away, hard to tell from here. But... Still healthy. No injuries. You can tell from the stars… Noting a few other scents joining their path, must have been a significant encounter. Friendly, so bet their protecting them...”

❁ “How the crab do you know that?”

♯ “Hehe. My little special trick! I just take that need to save them, and focus it into something that works! And because their safety is what’s important, things factoring into it show up more clearly… Wait. Hold on. One of those scents…”

Some thin streams of mist flow back down the trail towards the strange lady. She breathes in.

And then leaps up, hopping around like a child!

♯ “YESYESYES OH MY STARS!!!!”

♪ “What’s up?”

♯ “It’s Fa! They met Fa!”

What! Okay, that’s a hell of a coincidence… Suspicious.

♪ “Hm. Seems the Universe is on our side.”

‘La’ turns to you, oddly cheerful.

♪ “Looks like our goals align. Since we’re gonna be following this trail for our friend, want us to find your sibling too?”

...You don’t trust these people as far as you can throw them. Too crabbing strange. Goals are a bit too odd. Got secrets. And now Bonnie’s involved. They know about where they are now, so…

Crab, You can’t afford to let them out of your sight. Got no choice now.

❁ “Fine, but I’m comin with.”

La looks at you. Wait, is she suspect of you? That’s a new one, people tend not to care what you think.

She stares directly in your eyes and… Just for a second, you swear you feel something in the back of your mind. Like she’s staring through you…

She then smiles and chuckles a bit?

♪ “All right, fair enough. We’re staying in the Inn, Feel free to grab anything you need for the trip and meet us there. We’ll be with the rest of our group.”

That's it? Well, that makes things easy… But just adds to your suspicion. Even Re seems to raise an eyebrow at that… La is def hiding some bullcrab, if even her ‘friend’ is suspicious of her... You haven't forgotten how she came up to you unprompted.

The two head off into the woods. You suppose you’d better head back to your house. Grab your stuff… You’re def grabbing your hammer. Just in case. You know better then to trust them.

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You walk back with Re, and she waits till you're out of earshot of your new friend to berate you.

♯ “Did you REALLY just scan them? They looked like they're barely 20, and not even a fighter. What the stars are you worried about? pickpocketing?”

♪ “If they're coming with us, I’d best do my due diligence.”

♯ “Just seems excessive! Honestly, You even sure that’s a good idea? It’ll probs be dangerous, what with everything. Sadnesses everywhere, desperate people. Might be best they just wait-”

♪ “They don’t have any other family. Their alone.”

Re instantly stops. Her more childish demeanor drops, for just a second. A serious, pained look crosses over her. Memories of worse times... Before she goes back to her smiling, childish self.

♯ “Okaaaayyy Fine, You’ve convinced me! GUESS it’s better with us then. Least we can protect them!”

You smile. You can be the untrustworthy one to them, and Re can be the one they latch onto. You get it, she’s been wronged before…

...Dealing with parents like that, running from home… From that memory, their sibling was a toddler, but they couldn’t have been more then a little over ten or so. You bet it must have been hell to live like that… You understand that suspicion they had. You remember when you were young and alone like that. Lot of people are willing to wrong you when they think you're weak...

… Sigh. You need to get out of the habit of scanning people. You know you wished for it, when you swore your oath but. Ugh. You can’t help it. Still can’t feel safe around people without SOMETHING… Even if it’s intrusive as hell, you just can’t sit still till you do.

Nevermind. She’s safe, it’s fine. Time to join the others and catch them up.

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It’s about lunchtime when you walk into the Inn. You see La and Re with a few others at a table. Lotta weird characters there. Lady in an odd coat, one imposing guy, and a person with a guitar around your age.

Re waves you over, and pulls up a chair.

♯ “Hey there! Welcome, Let me introduce you to everyone!”

Fine. Better know all these people, since you're gonna be stuck with them for a bit. You head over, and hesitantly sit down.

♯ “Everyone meet… Oh Stars, never got your name!! I’m so sorry!!!”

❁ “You can call me Nille.”

♯ “Nille! Gotcha! Okay, so you already met me and La, But let me introduce you to the others.”

You nod. You're still nervous around these strangers, but you have your hammer in reach, so it’s fine. You don’t crabbing trust these people at all. ESPECIALLY with how friendly they’ve been. They’ve gotta have secrets.

Re points to the lady in the labcoat. Looks like she's a good bit older then you, but she's still only got an inch on you height wise. She's clearly pretty unathletic, but she looks smart. Has an odd bracer on, but her outfit is pretty simple otherwise. Long white coat, dark clothes underneath, a pair of glasses on her face, next to her hair pulled back in a braid. Otherwise normal looking. She seems casually serious, but otherwise oddly uncaring. Analytical.

♯ “First up is So, right there. She/they, Highly skilled scientist.”

𝄢 “Good to make your acquaintance.”

♯ “Also can shapeshift.”

Wait what- Hold on! Her face suddenly flickers! Strange horns appear on her head, her eyes turn catlike, her teeth jagged, as she suddenly turns to Re with an absolutely Livid expression!

𝄢 “I’m sorry, I thought that was SUPPOSED to be something we keep QUIET while in town!! Or can you not hold your blinding mouth shut for five seconds?”

♪ “You’ve done it multiple times in front of people already, it’s not exactly secret.”

𝄢 “I am FULLY aware, but I’d have LIKED to keep in the habit of at least TRYING to keep that hidden? Ugh.”

Their face swaps back to it’s old form, though the horns are still in place. Her rage seemingly gone in an instant.

𝄢 “My apologies for that outburst, Nille. It has been a stressful day.”

❁ “I. Okay. How?”

𝄢 “Unsure, still researching it myself. Natural ability, lest you wonder. I’d elaborate in further detail, but the others still need introductions. Ti?”

The towering man lifts their head. His eyes are covered by a strange helmet, and his body is cloaked in armored robes. He's built like a freaking wall. A single light-ish braid comes from his helmet, otherwise obscuring any detail of their face other then his mouth. He feels like he towers over the table, as he speaks in a calm way that does not show his emotions.

𝄡 “I am Ti. If you need help, talk to me.”

♯ “Ti might not look it, but he's our local craft master! He also looks a bit scary, but he’s just really shy.”

Ti simply looks silently, and then nods his head…. You have a hard time believing that shy part. This man looks like he could crush a sadness with his bare hands.

𝄡 “Sorry if I don’t talk much.”

...Nevermind, his voice was oddly gentle? And a little nervous? Okay there might be something to it. Maybe.

𝄡 “...Mi?”

The person with the guitar suddenly perks up! They stop playing their music, which was frankly really nice, though it was an odd looking guitar. Never seen one with mechanical bits before.

They are a bit shorter then you, and also not very athletic. They look mostly normal, just wearing a kinda fancy hoodie, but now that you take a closer look at them, you do notice an odd moth-like antennae coming out of their short, near lightless hair.

♫ “Oh! Um. Hi. I’m… I’m Mi. pleasenojokesaboutthat. A-Anyways um! I. I know lots of music. And also some craft music! Uh. Oh, um, they/them! Should have led with that. I also know how to cook! Same as Ti actually!”

♯ “Good thing too, because the rest of us are utterly helpless at it.”

Well, thank change for that. You aren’t much of a cook either, try as you might.

Guess you now know all of them. Re seems alright, from what you’ve seen, if weird. You don’t like La, they're hiding something, watching every move. From what little you’ve gotten, So seems calm, but might have an irritable side. Ti might be nice, but they're still kinda scary. And Mi… They seem nice. You like them so far.

Still don’t crabbing trust any of them though. Even people who should be nice can hurt… Anyways they're strangers, so best keep your guard up.

❁ “Well, nice to meet you all, I guess. So. When we heading out?”

𝄢 “After food. A good meal would be wise before the road.”

❁ “Won’t argue on that. Who’s paying?”

𝄢 “I will. My… Upbringing means I’m well funded. So feel free to order whatever you want.”

Really? Huh. They don't look Vaugardian, you've never heard of them, but still wealthy? Hm.

♯ “Maybe you could give suggestions? I don’t know Vaugardian food very well.”

Perfect time to ask, you need information on these people ASAP. They all know each other, and you don’t know anything about them.

❁ “Actually, I was gonna ask, where are you from? Clearly not from around here.”

They all sort of look between each other for a second, before Re just sighs and pulls something out of her pocket.

♯ “Here, put some craft in this first. Just so you don’t get a headache!”

❁ “… Not sure I trust that.”

♪ “Fine, We’re from ______”

GAH!!!! Your head feels like it’s gonna split open!!! CRAB CRAB CRAB!!!!!

Crabbing, Crab, Crab okay take a second, crabbing OW, what the Crab did that Crab La do?!?

… Okay. It doesn’t hurt as much now… What the actual bullcrab was THAT???

♯ “Geez La! That was uncalled for!”

♪ “Well now they know you weren’t lying.”

… Ugh… Guess so. You just... grab the crabbing paper. Got a weird symbol on it. Crab it. You put a little craft into it. You feel something weird in your head, but not nearly as bad as last time.

❁ “Alright, you better crabbing explain. Now.”

♯ “We’re from that Island up north. Before uh. Everyone forgot it.”

Wait… WHAT?!?!

♯ “Yeah, took Ti an AGE to come up with that little symbol. But hey, Now you'er Headache proof! At least for island stuff, it doesn’t protect from normal headaches, I tried!”

♪ “The force that made people forget? Keeps people in just as well as it keeps people out. It’s why it took so long to come for Fa. Know you were wondering about that.”

❁ “I… What happened? How-”

𝄢 “The short version is something cataclysmic happened, and several came together to seal the island off. I’d go into detail, but You’re better off without nightmares.”

You… guess you won’t ask right now. But you are GONNA ask later. Crab. CRAB What the crab have you gotten wrapped up in?

♫ “Um. Maybe you should get some food first! Should be nicer that way! Sorry if this seems a bit much.”

You nod. They can say THAT again. Ugh, and you are gonna be with these people for at least a few days. No idea how long it’ll be till you find Bonnie.

You mutter a quick prayer to the change god to maybe just MAYBE get an idea for where they are.

You order food, grabbing some nice clam chowder. You help Re find something, they settle on fried fish. When food comes onto the table, you just start chowing down. Didn’t have much to eat yesterday.

Suddenly, Re jumps up, and pulls something shaking in their pocket?! Another weird metal thing, like the one La used that one time?

♯ “Holy STARS guys, guess what? Fa just pulled up the console!”

All of them Practically jump out of their seats! So’s entire face shifts to excitement, as do the others, but less literally!

♫ “Call them call them call them!!!”

♯ “On it, Oh Universe PLEASE let them answer!! Please let it actually be them!!!”

The thing makes a ringing sound for a bit…

If… If Re was right then… Then this Fa character might be with Bonnie. If they answer. Then...

It rings… And then… On the things front, a face appears, looking back at you all.

✦ “H-Hello? W-who is this?”

✿ “Wait, is that Nille?!”

Bonnie?!?f

#in stars and time #isat #isat au #carrion!sif au #SymphonyInCrimson!au #First chapter of B side!#Nille is in the picture #Along with several new characters!#Many of which are based on ones from AQW #but are changed quite a bit from branching paths #Let's hope their journey goes smoothly! :3

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bumblesimagines · 2 years ago

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Midnight Beach

Part 7

Request: Yes or No

Attempting to do a taglist for this series but know that my memory is horrible and I might forget sometimes! Some tags may not work so apologies for that!

Taglist: @hyubg @nathan-no

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Barry and Rafe's voices sounded muffled to him. Distorted and distant. They went back and forth, debating and switching plans. As if they'd done this plenty of times. As if they weren't planning on spilling blood. (Y/N) stared out the window, fingers slowly rubbing over the bruises that had formed on his skin. His thoughts both ran and remained still. His body felt numb and cold. The whole goddamn car reeked, strengthening the growing migraine in his head. Barry's dark eyes glanced at him through the rearview mirror, suspicious and pitiful.

Was he about to be a bystander to a murder?

Was his friend truly the one who'd shot and killed Sherrif Peterkin?

Only one answer came to mind for both questions. Yes. Because Rafe Cameron was volatile, impulsive, and bloodthirsty. And he'd backed (Y/N) into a corner where his only choices were to risk becoming another skeleton in the Cameron's family closet or go along with whatever sick plan had morphed in their twisted heads. (Y/N) squeezed his eyes shut when the car slowed to a stop and he shakily inhaled through his mouth. Barry turned in his seat, his gun glittering in the moonlight shining through the windows.

"Tranquillo. You feel me?" Barry spoke quietly, watching Rafe closely. He turned his head toward the back where (Y/N) sat and raised his brow at him, practically sneering. "You especially. Stay behind us and stay fuckin' quiet, aight? Let's be smart about this. I'd hate to break your face 'cause you switched up on us."

"He's cool, Barry. I told you already. I got him if shit goes south." The fuck did that mean? (Y/N) swallowed thickly and pushed the car door open, stepping out into the dark night. Looking down the path leading up to John B's place, he could see lights in the distance. Someone had to be home. A mix of hope and despair bubbled up in his stomach and the car doors closing felt like death sentences. Rafe nodded for him to follow them, tightly holding his gun in his hands. No matter how many times (Y/N) tugged his jacket closer to his body, he still felt so cold.

He followed the two up to the edge of the property and relief flooded him when he couldn't spot anyone in the front yard. Beer cans, used blunts, and random garbage had been scattered around the grass and the hot tub appeared to have been used so somebody must've been around recently. The two men craned their necks in search of the teenagers, whispering back and forth until Barry slipped away from Rafe's side and crept around toward a back door leading into the house. Rafe glanced back at (Y/N), only having to look at him to let him know he wanted (Y/N) to follow him into the yard. Rafe searched the yard, stumbling upon a firepit that'd been recently used.

(Y/N) stilled by the firepit, gazing around the yard until his eyes slowly crept up the large tree. Three familiar faces stared wide-eyed back down at him. JJ brought a shakey pleading finger to his lips while John B's features hardened into a venomous glare. But his attention didn't linger on the two. Instead, it focused on the blonde girl alongside them.

Sarah fucking Cameron.

Alive, healthy, and scared shitless.

(Y/N) looked forward again and cleared his throat, searching for Kiara and Pope's hiding places until he noticed he couldn't spot the HMS Pogue at the end of the dock. "Rafe, the boat's gone. They probably left to get more beer." Rafe turned toward the dock and squinted through the darkness, a curse falling softly from his lips. A glass broke and (Y/N) turned around, watching Barry angrily toss open the porch door and step out.

"Ain't shit in there, bro." He barked and Rafe groaned, rubbing a hand over his face.

"(Y/N) thinks they left to get beer 'cause the boat's gone," Rafe told him, motioning over to the dock and beginning to pace. "I mean, shit, they couldn't have gone far. Maybe they're coming back now. We just gotta- We just gotta..." Rafe trailed off and halted his pacing, staring at the trunk of the tree with knitted brows. (Y/N) stepped forward and turned, spotting the burnt writing on the trunk. A makeshift gravestone for John B. Rafe began giggling.

"So, your sister's a Pogue for life, huh, Rafe? Now who would've thought?" Barry snickered but his words made Rafe stop. His jaw clenched and his nostrils flared, muscles flexing slightly as he stared at the words written on the trunk. His breathing grew uneven and (Y/N) glanced at Barry before flinching and reeling away when Rafe lifted his hand and shot at the tree, the sound echoing in his ears. Barry sprung forward, quickly restraining Rafe's arms and scolding him.

"You're gonna get our asses busted, bro! Let's bounce." Barry shoved Rafe forward and quickly took off in the direction of the car in case a neighboring house called the police to report the gunshots. (Y/N) walked forward, avoiding looking up toward the branches where the three were still hiding. Rafe spared one last look at the house before taking (Y/N)'s wrist and running into the foliage back to the car. (Y/N) yanked the car door open and climbed in, nearly stumbling onto the floor of the car when Barry stepped on the pedal and reversed down the path. He collapsed back and breathed a heavy sigh, eyes squeezing shut again.

"Take me home."

"(Y/N)-"

"Barry, take me home or drop me off somewhere. I don't give a shit, just let me out of this fucking car!" (Y/N)'s eyes opened and he met Rafe's, jaw clenched and chest heaving. "I'm not going to snitch on either of you because I know what'll happen if I even think about it. Whatever shit you two have planned, keep me out of it."

"You promised, (Y/N)-"

"And you're fuckin' crazy, Rafe." (Y/N) shot back and took in another deep breath. His eyes met Barry's in the rearview mirror and the dealer silently pulled over, letting him get out of the car and onto the sidewalk before peeling off. (Y/N) pressed a hand against his chest, feeling his heart quickening with each passing second and his stomach lurching violently. Bile rose up and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep it down. His lunch and a mixture of fluids splattered on the sidewalk and he groaned, rubbing his mouth with the back of his wrist. He placed his hands on his knees as tears pricked the back of his eyes.

"Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck." (Y/N) whispered, staggering back and falling onto the grass beside the sidewalk. He pulled his knees to his chest and covered his face with his hands, sniffling softly. His heart yearned for his parents. A desire to melt into their arms and cry until the tears no longer ran. But he didn't have the luxury. Instead, he allowed himself a couple of seconds to cry before getting himself together and making his way back home.

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John Booker Routledge had willingly handed himself over to the police after a brief chase through the marshes. Sherriff Peterkin's murderer would be brought to justice after a long month of waiting. That's what the radios and news stations claimed anyways. But the longer (Y/N) stared at the courthouse from the safety of his car, the longer he grew uncertain of who to believe. Ward's worried stares whenever (Y/N) hung around Rafe, the quiet conversations the father and son would have, Rafe's erratic nature growing more unpredictable after Peterkin's death. Rafe knew how to shoot a gun. He'd proven it the other night. He'd done it so casually and with ease.

It'd been why he remained in his car. He couldn't walk into the courthouse and take a seat after what'd happened the previous night. He wouldn't be able to look Ward in the eye, not after everything Rafe had said and done. (Y/N) could still hear the gunshot, could still see the fear on JJ and Sarah's faces, could still feel Rafe's controlling hold on his skin. His eyes caught movement at the doors of the courthouse, waves of people exiting the old building. Most, if not all, looked beyond happy. They shared smiles and hugs, nodding to the officers present. Among the crowd piled out the Pogues with a mix of rage, disappointment, and sadness on their faces.

"Shit.." He breathed and looked forward, teeth digging against the inside of his cheek. His hands on the steering wheel tightened and untightened, breathing growing labored. Images of the previous night flashed in his mind, combined with the feeling of fingers on his throat. He tried blinking away those images and shakily turned the engine on, pulling out of the parking spot and driving aimlessly down the street. He knew everything, he knew everything. Would Rafe hurt him? Would he go after him? Would Ward turn on him?

Turning into a random parking lot, (Y/N) stepped on the brakes, seatbelt digging into his chest as his body nearly flew forward from the force. His head dropped down onto the steering wheel, eyes closing as he tried calming his breathing. His mind continued to run wild, forcing thoughts and assumptions that made his skin crawl. Rafe's words kept echoing in his head. The treasure, John B, Peterkin. Had Rafe been lying to him about those things? Pain spiked in his head and he leaned back with a groan.

Soft knocking came from his window and he turned, spotting the top of Topper's head peering through the window. He raised a bag of Cheeto puffs in one hand and a pack of beers in the other, bushy brows wiggling playfully. (Y/N) snorted softly at the sight and turned his car off, lightly pushing the door open and hopping out. Upon closing the door, Topper slipped out one of the beer cans and offered it to him before tucking the pack under his arm and opening the bag.

"I, uh, saw you peelin' in and you looked upset so I thought I'd share some goodies with you." Topper explained with a boyish smile, offering the bag next. (Y/N) sniffled and chuckled softly, digging his hand into the bag and taking out a handful of puffs.

"I'm... I had a rough night yesterday. Rafe and I... I-I can't be around him anymore." (Y/N) told him, eyes falling onto the pavement. He shoved a puff into his mouth, feeling the setting sun warming his back. Topper's brows knitted and he nodded slowly, lips forming an 'o'.

"What happened? Did you have a fight or-or was he high and did something-"

"I don't want to talk about it, Top. Not now." (Y/N) sighed heavily and Topper nodded again, this time more rapidly.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Just... let me know what you need and I'll be happy to help." Topper smiled widely and (Y/N) couldn't help but return it. He tilted his body slightly to peer over his shoulder, the sparkling water in the distance catching his eye. He nodded toward it and the two began walking, letting a comfortable silence fall over them as they shared food and beer. Despite having a habit of throwing tantrums and getting defensive, he knew how to treat his friends.

(Y/N) watched the sky erupt into shades of orange, yellow, and pink when the sun began dipping over the horizon. Once out of view, the sky morphed into a blue that darkened over time until all they had were the lamps from the harbor in the distance and the moonlight guiding them. The area around them remained silent, apart from the sound of voices growing louder and louder, turning into angered shouts and then into desperate pleas. (Y/N) halted, recognizing the voices in seconds. A mind-numbing chill ran down his spine and the last can of beer slipped from his fingers. His feet moved on their own, rushing toward the harbor with Topper at his heels just in time to spot Rafe holding a squirming and panicking Sarah in a large canister of water.

"Rafe!" (Y/N) ran forward, grabbing the back of Rafe's jacket and shoving him back into Topper who immediately landed a punch to Rafe's jaw, knocking him to the ground. He quickly scooped the weakened teen out of the water, relief flooding him when she gasped for air and coughed, hands and arms flying out toward him. Her nails lightly scratched his arms as she practically climbed onto him, arms gaining an iron grip on his shoulders and neck. (Y/N) stepped back, keeping his arms secured around Sarah's waist. He turned his head and looked down at Rafe. He took each hit Topper threw, even when blood trickled down his nose and lip.

"Topper, come on. Sarah's more important than him." (Y/N)'s words snapped Topper out of his rage and he heaved, wiping his bloodied knuckles on his spots and backing up. Sarah buried her face in his neck, legs weakly wrapping around him. Her body shook and trembled against him, quiet sobs coming from her lips. (Y/N) spared the bloodied and bruised Rafe another glance before following Topper back to the sidewalk. He fished out his car keys and tossed them to Topper, motioning for him to go ahead and bring the car back toward them. Topper nodded and ran in the direction of the car as (Y/N) carefully lowered Sarah onto a bench and brushed wet hair out of her face.

"(Y/N)," She cried, lips quivering. Her fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt and she pulled herself out of the bench, arms wrapping around his neck again. Sighing quietly, (Y/N) slipped his arms around her waist, the familiarity of it making his head spin for a moment. Sarah pressed herself against him, breathing in his familiar smell and closing her eyes. Her shivering body relaxed and she nuzzled against his shoulder, inhaling deeply. Headlights appeared nearby and (Y/N) guided Sarah to his car, helping her get into the backseat before getting spare towels from the trunk. He wrapped them around her, rubbing them into her skin and clothes.

Turning around in the driver's seat, Topper licked his lips and spoke, "I know a place we can go where you both can stay."

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Sunlight draped over his eyes and made him turn his head. His face brushed against soft hair and his brows furrowed, eyes cracking open. His vision looked blurry and as he regained consciousness, he noticed his body was pinned under something heavy. Blinking away his drowsiness and adjusting his vision to the brightness of the room, he took in the small unfamiliar home around him. The heaviness on his chest and stomach shifted and his gaze snapped down, meeting a head full of blonde hair. His still groggy mind failed to replay the events of the previous night but from the fact he still had his clothes on, he assumed whatever had gone down had been innocent enough.

"Uh," He cleared his throat and the person shifted again, head tilting up and revealing his ex. He froze and tensed, the fog in his brain lifting as the memories rushed back. Right, that's right. Rafe had tried to drown his sister and Topper had taken them to a small place he'd gotten for himself on the bank. Sarah's eyes remained closed with her lips slightly parted and a dribble of drool beginning to slip out. He almost chuckled at the sight. Sarah Cameron had always been such an odd person to watch when she slept. She'd sometimes contort herself into the weirdest of sleeping positions but still managed to awake without any neck or back cramps. She snored- something she always refused to admit- and almost constantly drooled onto her pillow, especially after long days. And yet, even with the drool and bedhair, she still looked near perfect in the mornings.

"Morning, sleepyheads." (Y/N) glanced back at Topper when he quietly entered, balancing two trays of food on each hand. His eyes momentarily left the trays to look at him and flash him a quick smile before his lips pressed together and his eyes focused on the trays. He took quietly and carefully walked across the room to the counter and breathed a sigh of relief. He grinned triumphantly and nodded to himself. (Y/N) slowly tried dragging himself out from underneath Sarah without disturbing her, but his movements caused the girl to stir and open her eyes. Her lips formed a pout and she stared sleepily at him, squinting slightly. Her eyes suddenly widened and she scrambled away, falling back onto her rump on the other end of the couch.

"Sorry!" She squeaked and (Y/N) waved her off, shaking his head and swinging his legs over the edge of the couch. He stood up and adjusted his shirt, lips pressing into a thin smile. He averted his eyes from the blonde and turned toward Topper when he spoke.

"So, I got ya'll some breakfast." Topper picked up the tray with the orange juice, croissant, and scrambled eggs on the side. He gingerly set it on her lap and motioned to the phone on the tray. "I got you this so you can keep in touch with us in case of an emergency or if you just want to chat."

"Thank you." Sarah breathed, licking her lips and eyeing everything on her plate hungrily. (Y/N) snorted quietly and sat down at the table across the couch, quietly thanking Topper when he brought him the tray with three pancakes, bacon, and sunny-side-up eggs. His stomach rumbled at the sight of breakfast. Topper brought him some syrup and proudly smiled when the two dug into the food he made.

"I'll get the Malibu ready and we can head out once you've two eaten and caught up, alright?" Topper gave them a thumbs up and walked out, closing the door behind him and approaching his precious boat. (Y/N) licked some syrup from the corner of his lip and looked up at Sarah, watching her eagerly devour the croissant as if her life depended on it. Her eyes flickered over to his and she paused, pulling her face away from the croissant and wiping the crumbs off her face with the back of her wrist. She chewed and swallowed the chunk in her mouth, getting some orange juice and smiling awkwardly at him.

"It's good to see you honestly. I've had... a crazy week."

"I had a crazy month thinking you were dead." The smile fell and she looked away. "Honestly, Sarah, I was expecting to bury an empty casket in your name by the end of the year. I... I thought you'd died out at sea after you rode into that storm. And then, fucking Rafe goes crazy with his coke and Barry and- and-" (Y/N) inhaled deeply and clamped his mouth shut, shoving his fork into the pancakes and rubbing his forehead. He finished the rest of his plate and stood, walking toward the sink and placing his plate inside. Arms slipped around his waist and Sarah rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. For how things ended, for making you worry." She apologized softly, pressing her lips to his shoulder and kissing it sweetly. "And thank you for the other night. If you hadn't thrown them off our trail... Who knows what Rafe and Barry would've done to us."

"I was doing what was right." (Y/N) muttered and turned around, leaning back against the sink. Sarah's arms remained loosely around his waist, staring at him with warm eyes he always found himself lost in. She smiled at him and stepped closer, her lips parting to speak but he pulled her arms from his waist and stepped around her, walking toward the doors and stepping outside onto the dock to help Topper with the Malibu until Sarah was ready to head back to John B's place.

The ride back was silent, apart from Topper occasionally attempting to make light conversation. It took him four tries before he realized the two had no intentions of keeping a conversation flowing like they used to. (Y/N) stared out into the marches, watching large houses become trees and then become mobile homes and overrun houses. Among them, John B's place. The Pogue's had already been out on the boat and upon closer look, a familiar face was back with them.

"John B? John B!" Sarah jumped to her feet, excitedly calling out to the brunette. (Y/N) shared an exasperated look with Topper and stood up, holding on while Topper stopped the boat by the HMS Pogue. Sarah sprung from one boat to the other, jumping into John B's arm for a tight embrace. "What happened?!"

"Uh, they dropped all the charges. I'm a free man, yeah." John B explained, chuckling as Sarah threw her arms around him again and laughed. He rubbed her back and sighed, grimacing and pulling away to speak again. "But listen, Sarah, they're coming after Rafe."

"Good." Sarah exhaled in relief. (Y/N) felt a weight lift off his shoulders. "He's completely unhinged. He jumped me last night. That's why I didn't come back."

"Yeah, man. Rafe has completely lost his mind. First, I find (Y/N) all shaken up in a parking lot because of him, and then he tries drowning his own sister. I mean, thank god we got there just in time." Topper told them and Kiara's gaze jumped to (Y/N) instantly, her eyes zoning in on the marks on his neck. She frowned at him and it only deepened when he averted his eyes.

John B's jaw clenched and he scoffed quietly under his breath, tapping his thumb on the boat and nodding. "Well, I guess I owe you two, don't I?" He spoke through gritted teeth.

"It's all good. I mean, somebody had to rescue your girlfriend." Topper's lips quirked into a small smirk and (Y/N) grunted, rolling his eyes at Topper.

"That's funny because she's not actually my girlfriend, right? You wanna tell 'em?" John B turned toward Sarah with a smug look, quirking a brow at her. Sarah pursed her lips and ran a hand through her hair, staring at her boyfriend for an awkward moment before shrugging lightly and looking at them, gaze lingering on (Y/N).

"I'm- I'm with him."

"Yeah, we gathered that." (Y/N) responded, nearly snickering at the way John B's face fell at her answer. Kiara sucked in a sharp breath and winced at John B's face, looking away from the couple and scratching the back of her neck. Topper laughed and nodded, basking in the embarrassment rolling off John B in waves. (Y/N) lightly nudged the side of his leg and Topper stepped back, snickers still leaving him as he turned the boat back on and prepared to leave.

"Guys, hey, thank you." Sarah stepped forward toward (Y/N) and reached out, wrapping her arms around him. (Y/N) wrapped an arm around her waist and returned the hug, making eye contact with John B. The brunette watched them with a glare and scoffed again, tearing his eyes away when the two pulled away from each other. A prickle of satisfaction entered (Y/N)'s veins and he nodded to the other three. Kiara leaned forward, pushing the sunglasses up onto the top of her head and smiling at him.

"Since I'm sure Topper's busy-" Topper scoffed. "-We definitely have room for one more if you wanna hang, (Y/N)." Kiara offered, earning nods of agreement from JJ and Pope. John B whirled his head around to stare at her with wide eyes.

"I appreciate it, Kie. But I'd rather be alone for a while. Maybe some other day."

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aluria-sevhex · 11 months ago

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I BEAT THE GAME

a solid 3rd of my ISAT notes on my phone are just from 'today' (writing this past midnight lol)

my ISAT masterpost

every post in this series is also tagged as #Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)

please note that there's a bunch of notes in this post because i was still in Act 3 at the beginning of this post lol

-i'm not playing it rn but i have decided to break my 'no looking stuff up' rule so i know where to go to make Sif rember what they say when carving stuff

[WRITING TUMBLR POST ALURIA NOTE: i later looked up maps of the House to help me keep track of stuff lol]

-ok now i know. i like figuring things out myself but i could not fucking remember lol.

-i have a really long car ride so. MORE ISAT

-title theme shout-out

-Sif tripped on a rock. "you're clumsy and not at all threatening and overpowered compared to them!" :(

-they almost forgot to catch Isa :(

-dang, Siffrin didn't say nya this time D:

-hehe they hit it back. one could say it's a... COUNTER-attack B)

-SIFFRIN GHOST ON THE WAY TO THE DORM

-WAIT FUCK DID I FORGET THE SHARPENING STONE

-fuck it i was planning to loop back after finding out what to say anyway

-ah don't i also need to find more i fo on the King somewhere? eh i can do that on the next loop... so much to keep track of...

-LMAO. THE PHRASE SIF SAYS. "please don't look bad please don't look bad please don't look bad" BIG FUCKING MOOD TBH

-Sif on his way to talk to their tools and project while carving or sharpening:

-aight time to die lmao

-Loop my belooped

-hm... it's Loop's job to remember Siffrin's mistakes...

-"you don't have to remember to yell' always gets me :(

-I FOUND THE ARTICLES

-ok so currently i'm thinking that the King and Siffrin are probably from the same place. which may or may not be where Loop is from and/or the disappearing island and/or connected to the color thing.

this game has a lot of weird shit going on.

-Bonnie doesn't know what a star is

-OH FUCK NO. AM I GOING TO HAVE TO GO TO THE OBSERVATORY. I'M LEAVING THAT FOR A LATER LOOP.

-another ghost :0

-ISAT: 📚

ISAT if Siffrin could pick locks: 📕

-WHAT. "you used to find them disgusting, but someone you knew loved them, so you tried them."

"someone you knew?"

"who?"

O_O

-aw, Isa hugged Mira on this bathroom trip

-"you wish for rest" yeah...

-"please be sharp, please be sharp, please be sharp"

-the Keyknife is now the Knifekey. WAIT. THIS MEANS IN THE FUTURE I CAN DO OTHER SHIT ON FLOOR 3. HELL FUCKING YES.

-wait. OH C'MON. boooooooo

-i picked malanga fritters and almost skipped past something that seems important. they remind Siffrin of his parents? :0 their head hurt...

-"BECAUSE YOU FORCED THEM TO!" :(

-"where r u from" "no u"

-JUST FUCKING CONFESS ISA FJHDHEJKSMXMDKSKS

-*sighs* guess i should talk to her. actually... what if i called Loop?

-huh. can't call them here.

-"i just hope that one day you might learn" WAIT THAT'S DIFFERENT- wait nvm i got things mixed up in my head :(

-"in this moment, you were loved"

-"that was a nice rehearsal" OH FUCK.

-i just skipped from loop 37 to 40

-time to kill myself with a banana! oop- *plantain*

-"you broke your head open on a rock" it did not use to describe it like that.

-wait. Sif. if you're annoyed there isn't a more dignified way in the village to loop. just kill yourself. you have a knife. just fucking kill yourself to loop forward.

-...fuck what the hell is this game doing to my thought process

-ok what should i look for in this room...

-"BUT YOU ARE NOT ABLE TO READ IT" in large font... :(

-:( Sif is trying to remember something and it's tied to the stars

-aight new thing to ask the king time to get myself killed via tear yippee

-seems like the King wants Siffrin to remember their home... "something we've all forgotten" this is definitely about the disappearing island and the colors

-i need to go to the library and find the books on it.

-hey isn't Rock also called Protection Craft? kinda interesting that the King has it

-damn i died to the King because of timing bullshit ToT

-"one more time."

-huh... it evades active remembrance

-it had a belief centered on the Universe...

-need to figure out why the King is obsessed with Vaugarde

-freezing something perfect in time... do i need to find one of those Time Craft books again?

-gonna loop forward to the King

-"even the King feels easy to fight, now"

"i still can't say it" the name of their home. he wants to be able to say the name of his and Siffrin's home. ouagh this game is going to leave me emotionally devastated ToT

-fuck i missed the option to ask Odile if she was going to continue her fake research on a loop where i didn't spend time with her

-"can we group hug after i talk to the Head Housemaiden?" oh?

-DAMMIT ODILE INTERRUPTED ISA THIS TIME

-time to talk to her. again. again and again and again and again

-"you can start breaking down now" lol

-"the curtain falls" DAMN

-"HERE AGAIN?" woah Loop why so aggressive?

-"i'm too lazy to open up new dialogue choices" lol

-hm... show Loop the souvenirs...

-wait huh. in another loop this lady in Dormont said she has no siblings but now she has a sister. odd...

-:O THE LONG THINGY-THING

-huh. Loop reacted kinda weirdly to the kid's doodle

-hey what if i gave Isa the flower at the end?

-FUCK I FORGOT THE FUCKING ROCK I GOT TOO COMFY. this is embarrassing

-hey hold up the theme that plays when everybody's discussing the country in the library is the same song that plays when Loop is recapping things

-hold up. the King was in Corbeaux. Corbeaux is where the House doing the color research is.

-took the photo. PERFECTLY FROZEN IN TIME

-oh fuck

-calling Loop

-hm. the star-shaped gate that's locked. is the passcode the name of Siffrin and the King's home?

-we're gonna use a bomb i guess

-i asked the King where he's from and uh... now a slowed-down version of the song is playing...

-what the fuck

-Sif and the King are going to die, aren't they?

-"BUT IT'S ALL GONE!"

-i'm going to loop forward and try to talk to the King. again.

-*sighs* the peel is so dorky

-FUCK I FORGOT TO EQUIP THE MEMORY OF KNIFEKEY

-wait. asking him nicely. FUCKING WORKED???

-"The Universe leads... we can only follow"

-FUCK. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. OF COURSE. OF COURSE. OF COURSE. GO FUCK YOURSELF.

-so the King knows about the loops, even though he can't remember them.

-"Wish Craft" :0

-WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO.

-BONNIE NO

-NO NO NO NO UNHAND THEM

-BONNIE NO BONBON NO

-okay. i looped back. Bonnie is okay again. i just need to kill the King.

-hold the fuck up. it says i'm in Act 4. bad things mark the end of acts. Act 1 ended with me getting in the loops. Act 2 ended with killing the King failing. Act 3 ended with...?

-please don't let Bonnie be dead somehow

-THEY'RE OKAY THEY'RE OKAY

-...the little moments of time rewinding seem to correlate with Sif wishing to go back

-:O I CAN READ THE BOOKS NOW

-THE GATE. OH FUCK YEAH

-fucking hell when did i get (Just attack) because DAMN. Sif is so fucking done with everything.

-WISH CRAFT

-i just fumkign one-shot the Nostalgie on floor 1. "just attack" indeed

-"you need a break" :(

-Sif is like constantly teetering on the edge of a mental breakdown

-let's see how well they do against a boss

-DAMN

-ok so what the fuck was Euphrasie doing before shit hit the fan? and why does she blame herself for Siffrin's situation?

-i just realized something funny. if Vaugarde is fantasy France. and Siffrin and the King are from an island north of Vaugarde. DOES THAT MAKE SIFFRIN FANTASY BRITI- *gets shot*

-gate time.

-what was the question? what was the answer?

-"couldn't i just create another me? someone who'd understand?" ok so somebody's a clone got it.

-Loop? i should talk to Loop

-ok i guess i'll have to be like "hey Loop are you a clone?" in person (plot twist Sif's a clone :P)

-"i saw a weird shade" WAIT HOLD UP YEAH THAT'S SUS THAT SIFFRIN FUCKING SAW RED. OK THAT WAS DIAGETIC. FIRST COLOR IN THE WHOLE GAME.

-gonna kill the King again, talk to Loop, then loop again forward to Floor 2 to read the color theory book

-WAIT SIFFRIN HASN'T CRIED ONCE THIS WHOLE GAME BITCH REPRESSION IS NOT HEALTHY!

-"especially if she knows" Sif. did you forget Odile's name. OH FUCK

-"HOW BLINDINGLY WONDERFUL, FOR A ROLL OF TOILET PAPER TO BE THE ONLY HOPE YOU HAVE LEFT RIGHT NOW!" this would be so funny if not for the context

-"you wish for eternity" WAIT HOLD UP

-SIFFRIN IS USING WISH CRAFT. AND WHEN THEY PRAY TO THE CHANGE GOD STATUES THEY SEND THEIR WISHES. ARE THE BUFFS AND THE KEYKNIFE THE RESULT OF WISH CRAFT?

-hey Siffrin uses a more shy and sad portrait for the 'thank you' afterwards now :(

-FUCK I FORGOT TO SHARPEN THE KNIFE

-y'know what it's fine i have the bomb

-hey Sif i think what happened last time might've uh. traumatized you? ;-;

-welp. i used the bomb. it was anticlimactic.

-"i wonder how this country looks from the outside" *proceeds to imply that the time loop only affects Vaugarde* hold the fucking phone

-ok tho srsly Siffrin is in what looks like *extreme* duress

-oh damn Sif has different portraits for the 'you should disappear' bit. less smug and determined, more... *haunted*

-dang, can't give Isa the flower at the end

-*sigh* gonna talk to her again

-"the actor has become the director"

-there's a lot more theatre comparisons than there used to :(

-woah Siffrin you are weirdly enthusiastic to see Loop

-time to loop forward to read the books woooo

-Sif i am very concerned about this dialogue portrait. your enthusiasm is *desperate*

-hey something funny: people wish on stars

-this game has a LOT of motifs i love: wishes, stars, time, memories, etc.

-hm... what is Siffrin's 'ritual' when doing the wish-y thing?

-:0 a wish is trapping Siffrin?

-what if they're actually being trapped by their own desires or smth? like some sort of- WAIT. WHAT IF LOOP IS TRAPPING THEM SOMEHOW???

-i am in conspiracy mode i think

-moving forward to get to the library

-Siffrin is now level 85...

-maybe a wish is how the island disappeared?

-FAVOR TREE IS WISH CRAFT WOOOOOOOO

-i think the way Sif wished was from something they learned as a kid

-3, 6, 7, 13, all are numbers with significance

-HEY LOOP LOOK WHAT I LEARNED

-welp time to die ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-ok what is in that one house in the main part of Dormont

-hm. Euphrasie was apparently asking everybody what they wished for. she probably realized something tied to Wish Craft was wrong...

-maybe the list in Euphrasie's office cataloguing the names was categorizing based on wishes?

-looping forward

-"you're a living comedy sketch"

-my guess is that the wishing to save Vaugarde enabled Siffrin to loop so they could defeat the King, but something went horribly wrong, thus causing the loops to keep going

-ugh i need to talk in person. tear time!

-a sped-up version of the happy song after you beat the King is playing and Siffrin has the desperate enthusiasm portrait...

-Siffrin, you already tried saving Vaugarde.

-"maybe you don't loop because you die... but because you feel like there would be no reason to go on, maybe?" makes sense to me. Siffrin doesn't have anything to look forward to after defeating the King.

-"something that, to you, feels on the same level of hopelessness as death? on the same level as the world ending?" me when the time loop wants me to get therapy:

-hey Sif you just looped. right in front of Loop.

-looping forward to the King.

-Odile's realizing she's missing something. too bad she'll forget it. maybe i should try making the others really suspicious of me on a future loop

-"please don't interrupt" :(

-this game has me constantly on some variety of edge and i love it

-maybe this time Isa will get to confess?

-the static is starting and i haven't even talked to Euphrasie

-damn i did a minor loop back :(

-talking to her won't work. it can't work.

-STOP SAYING THE SAME DAMN THING STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT

-I WAS RIGHT AS TO HOW EXACTLY SIF GOT STUCK

-the wish is broken. MAYBE IF I DO SOMETHING ELSE MAYBE IF HE'S DEFEATED SOME OTHER WAY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

-OH FUCK. so Sif's current theory is that somehow he has to deal the final blow

-"You just need to defeat the King on your own" BUT YOU NEED THE OTHERS TO DEFEAT HIM?

-also damn the way Siffrin's thoughts spiral into a mess is a mood.

-i am now in Act 5.

-:( the Dormont music is slow now

-Sif's portrait in the menus has changed again, there is nothing in the body text of his profile, and their title is now "The Lost One" :(

-wait. the Change God statue is glitchy now and i can't get buffs there anymore

-Sif is like perpetually pissed off

-aaaand now Mira's upset

-Sif is going to fuck things up with the others as well, won't they?

-i think Odile's gonna figure out that Sif is in a time loop

-i feel like i'm in a horror game right now. well. i've felt like that for a while. but i am fucking terrified of Siffrin right now. Siffrin you need help please they only want to help you you can't bottle up everything or it only ends up worse

-the battle theme is slowed...

-sometime i should write a crossover fanfic where Rose Lalonde picks apart Siffrin, i think it would go very interestingly

-unrelated but i just realized Isa has a hair banana hehehe... i need to cling to levity while in this hell

-uh. dude. why is your dialogue looping

-SIFFRIN! I. I KNOW YOU'RE STRUGGLING BUT ALL THEY WANT TO DO IS HELP YOU AND YOU KEEP HURTING THEM PLEASE THEY ONLY WANT TO HELP YOU I KNOW VULNERABILITY IS HARD BUT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE THEY'VE BEEN *TRYING* AND THEY'VE BEEN NOTHING BUT KINDA TO YOU AND IT HURTS TO SEE THIS SIFFRIN BECAUSE YOU KEEP GETTING WORSE AND WORSE AND IT'S TERRIFYING!

-fuck man this game is getting me to care so much about this guy. Mental Illness Simulator 2023

-the irony of Sif calling Isa a coward who projects confidence but not backing it up... Siffrin is projecting.

-and yet despite all that... Isa still ended the conversation rather kindly ToT

-Loop seems really unsure and yeah. past me would not believe this but i am siding with the starheaded bitch.

-...Loop fucking LIED

-Sif is going alone

-oh dear the music

-most of the memories are gone. and the skills...

-level 99

-wait the room layout is fucked

-a Sif ghost but with a black hat instead

-"you're hungry" :(

-so. i think Sif just hallucinated his party members.

-"your stomach hurts. you feel cold." :(

-the world is glitching and breaking haha and i am scared i'm scared i'm scared Siffrin *please*

-how is the photo event occurring if i'm on my own?

-*oh no*

-ok brb i need to take a break

-ok back from my break and refreshed! now i can go back to Siffrin's Descent Into Hell

-entered Mira's room. her hallucination did the "head is covered in darkness creepily" thing...

-Odile...

-i'm in the Keyknife room except now the background is the post-King fight background...

-the feeling of the grim march towards a specific goal reminds me of the Undertale genocide route haha...ha...ha... ...

-stomachache, headache, and the smell of sugar...

-no more running, only a slow, slow, walk to the end

-"you've trapped this country in time even more surely than i have" oh fuck

-not often that a game makes me terrified enough for me to feel my heartbeat...

-red.

-his sprite is on the game over?

-where the FUCK am i?

-spooky shadow Siffrin

-OOO DO I GET TO FIGHT A MANIFESTATION OF SIFFRIN'S MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES?

-hm what does mal du pays mean- oh :( it translated to homesickness :(

-you can't fight your own shadow

-"it's not like you haven't let me die before, right?" *OH FUCK*

-you broke your promise didn't you?

-red

-dude i think the depression is collecting its due. loops and loops of bottling your shit up has been unhealthy and now you are paying for it :(

-"if something has been forgotten by everyone, has that thing ever existed?" FUCK

-red

-more red

-BRIGHT RED

-if i had a nickel for every rpg i liked where a monochrome manifestation of the main character's mental illness taunted him in a scripted fight, i'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice. bonus: the dialogue box calls Mal du Pays 'something'! oh and both games open with a content warning i guess

y'know maybe the fact i found out about this game from a blogger that i followed for Omori stuff should've been some sort of indicator.

-"the sadness within you is right" FUCK

-OH GOOD SIF DIDN'T DIE THE FAMILY CAME TvT

-"a weird shiny person helped us!" LOOP :D

-AND THE MUSIC IS UPBEAT OH THIS FEELS SO GOOD TvT

-IT HAS THE TITLE SCREEN MOTIF TOO

-i'l have to look up the song later and compare to other themes but i think it might be a medley/remix? i've definitely identified the post-King fight theme and the title theme, probably more i can't clearly identify

-everybody's battle portraits are so bright and happy

-"i still cannot remember its name" :(

-damn. he froze. womp womp

-ok but what about Loop? what's going on with them?

-glitchy background...

-i'm on Act 5. aren't there like 6 acts? idk maybe this can end and Sif can move forward. then again... the last few times. that did not work out.

-haha Sif pls don't die on us rlly tho pls don't

-so slow...

-RED...

-Mal du Pays is following us

-FUCK

-*exhales* ok the darkness is gone

-is it weird that i kinda like this moment more than the moments of closeness with the others in Act 3? maybe cuz it feels more real, somehow... or because for once, Siffrin is the one being vulnerable...

-i think the problem was sticking to the script and treating the others like actors or well... NPCs

-FUCK FUCK FUCK NO NO NO DON'T YOU DARE GO INTO GLITCHY MODE.

-FUCK

-now that they're here they know something is wrong.

-please game please grant Siffrin one small mercy and let the others loop back with him this time

-RED

-uhhhhhhhh

-Sif did you just become your weird sadness self

-woah this is a beautiful scene

-WOAH. now THIS is a battle! and it is *beautiful*. the red and the stars...

-oh fuck. my options are hurt them or self-harm.

-wait are they HEALING ME? :(

-the battle menu simply refers to Siffrin as 'user'

-JGJRJENNDNRJE LMAO ODILE JUST PULLED A CLASSIC MOM MOVE LIKE "don't you dare storm up to your room earlier in time, young man!"

-forced group therapy

-oh, Siffrin's portrait

-i HATE that my options are hurt my friends or hurt myself. and i refuse to let Siffrin hurt their friends. it's... heartbreaking...

-chat i don't think the wish the player chooses was Siffrin's *actual* wish

-:0 hatless Siffrin

-AWWWW THEY'RE HUGGING

-aw... smiling Sif... hugging Bonnie :]

-:0 EVERYBODY IS SO HAPPY IN THE MENU!

-"It's you!!!!" also hey Sif's title is "The Traveler" again!

-"you will stay together for a little while longer" :]

-i love how the lack of hat makes the fact that Siffrin is really short apparent lol

-these new conversations are precious :]

-Odile thinks the fact that Sif loved everybody so much they got himself stuck in a time loop to be cute XD

-NO WAY. IS THIS FINALLY HAPPENING. IS HE FINALLY GONNA SAY IT?

-HELL FUCKING YES!!!!!!!!

-ok i just talked to all the housemaidens and Dormont residents. time to talk to Loop

-...

-maybe Loop was just. a manifestation of the wish...

-:0 THE SILVER COIN? ARE WE GONNA FINSLLY USE THE SILVER COIN?

-TvT

-I BEAT THE GAME :D

-:o Siffrin is no longer on the title screen

#Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)#<- HEY THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M GONNA USE THAT TAG :D #ALSO I CAN UNBLOCK THE ISAT SPOILERS TAG YIPPEE #homegrown post #in stars and time #in stars and time spoilers #edit:#soooo after looking stuff up this is apparently a point of potential discourse so:#NO I DO NOT THINK SIFFRIN IS BRITISH TO SINCERELY THINK SO REQUIRES A LACK OF READING COMPREHENSION #i said that as a haha funny

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Liu Kang x B!F Reader

FIRST DATE (Pt. 1)

Link: Pt 1 | Pt 2

Summary: Y/N with was able to snag an opportunity of dating Liu Kang, thanks to your friend Johnny bringing him around. You just hope that you aren’t to rusty

Tags: fluff/romance, friendship, happy/sad, first time, fun, black air-force energy, black girl magic, and comedy(supposedly)

A/N: I may or may not make two parts to this, as this may be longer just for you lovelies 🥰

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After defeating Shang Tsung, Earthrealm was once again at piece with its champion and protectors.

Now Y/N was not in that department or category. No you were just a normal black woman, working as a hairstylist at hair shop.

You only knew about this, because one of the customers were the champion. Johnny Cage himself, who requested you to style him up personally. Because it was said around Hollywood that you were skillful with women and men hair.

You took him in and he loved it, and you all became friends ever sense. With the constant offer of Johnny asking you to be hired as his personal hairstylist. Which you declined respectfully.

You enjoy working at the shop with your girlfriends and doing things for smaller clients.

Which he understood, but you both still stayed in contact as y’all had good laughs and enjoyed each other company. Despite him being your continue client.

Although you didn’t know that your world would slightly change.

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You came to work like any other day. Your girl Jamika pre-opened the shop to get things together, along with your other friend Tonya. Who was cleaning the space.

Ya’ll do this every morning when opening before the other workers prepare.

Your phone buzz and you grabbed it from the counter and noticed you had got a text from your boi Johnny. Saying he was coming today, and bringing some friends. You texted back that it was fine.

“Girl who just texted you? Was it Johnny stanky booty ass again?” Tonya came behind you, smirking. Y/N quickly closed her phone.

“No your cousin Thomas.” You smiled walking away from her to grab your products.

“Bitch stop fucking playing with me… you would think the nigga had a crush on you, the way Johnny be texting you.” Tonya sat down, which quickly ended.

“Tonya I know damn well yo ass ain’t sitting down. You have this whole otherside to do babe.” Jamika came out in her uniform and apron, Jamika was the owner of “Cuts n Styles”. Along with her boyfriend Darius.

Jamika went to turn on the open sign and unlock the door, “You need to tap that and get laid ASAP.” Your two friends laughed smacking each others hands.

“AMEN to that sis.” Tonya shouted as she was finishing cleaning.

“Eww…No, you guys are gross. First he’s just a friend, and secondly life doesn’t revolve around me needing to get laid and meeting a man.” You explained as you put on the apron.

More of the workers started coming in, pre uniform on.

“Yeah aight, keep telling yourself that. You haven’t went on a date. Sense that lil boi cheated on you 2 years ago.” Tonya said sitting at her chair.

“Can we not.” You didn’t want to talk about that, Tonya raised her hands in defense dropping the conversation.

You all heard the bell move at the door, alarming them of a customer. As always you mainly greeted customers.

“Hi welcome to Cuts n Styles! How ma-“

“Heyyy Y/N!” Johnny announced himself to you cutting you off.

You both approached each other with a hug, Johnny picking you up and spinning you around.

He put you down and noticed a few guys behind you. One mainly catching your eye. “And these must be your friends?”

“Ooh yeah right! I was telling them how good you are with hair. So they wanted to meet you!”

“Yeah after he bragged so much about you. We had to meet this famous Y/N for ourselves. My name Kenshin.” Kenshin bowed to you.

You smiled and nodded, “Y/N of course… hehe hello.”

“This is Raiden, Kung Lao, and Liu Kang.” Johnny introduced them, they bowed to you. Kung Lao shook your hand.

“I’m not sure if you could like do something to cut down my hair a bit. It’s grown quite a bit.” Kung Lao took off his hat.

“Hmm, that is something Sugar, I don’t really work in that specific field.” You told him.

“I can take you right here my man.” Your boy Malcolm offered his services, which Kung Lao happily accepted.

“Don’t worry, he’s really good.” You confirmed to him, “Now were any of you getting anything done, that’s not getting like haircut kinda fades and whatnot?” You asked, looking at them. Then focused your attention back on Liu Kang.

Who caught it as soon as you looked, he gave you a kind smile. You got flustered a bit, having butterflies in your stomach. Quickly looking away.

“Actually yeah, Liu Kang needs his Princess locs trimmed and a touch up from yours truly, as well.” Johnny told you.

“I am alright Johnny Cage, I do not need it. I would hate to bother this lovely lady into doing my hair.” Liu Kang spoke up.

“Nonsense honey, it’s our job. That’s how we make a living, I can take y-“

“WAIT!” You interrupted Jamika, a little too loudly.

“Hehe, sorry. Can I speak to you really quick. It’ll only be a moment Mr. Liu Kang.” You smirked nervously.

“Just Liu Kang is fine.” He smiled at you.

You quickly dragged Jamika and Johnny away to the backrooms.

“Girl what is up with you today?” Jamika asked frustrated.

“Is something wrong?” Johnny added.

“N-N-Noo… N-Not really… Look I was just thinking maybe… Jamika you can take Johnny and… ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᴸⁱᵘ ᴷᵃⁿᵍ” You whispered the last part quietly, almost in audible. But Jamika caught it and noticed how you acting fucking weird and shy all of a sudden. Which was not you, then it hit her like a rock.

“OMFG! Girl you like that Liu Kang nigga OUT THERE!?” Jamika gave you the biggest grin ever. Johnny looking at you in amazement, waiting for you to clarify.

“W-Well no… maybe… yeah… BUT I just saw him, he looks cute you know… and built.”

“Well I am too probably better.” Johnny praised himself. Jamika rolled her eyes.

“BOI! It ain’t always about you!” Jamika shoved Johnny’s head.

“Can you guys just do me this favor please.” You pleaded. They both looked at each other, then nodded.

“Don’t worry we gotchu girl!”

“Just don’t say SHIT to Tonya. You know how that little loose lip girl is.” You looked at them seriously.

“Mhmm yeah yeah, whatever girl. Let’s go cagey boy.”

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Y’all left out the backrooms and you told Liu Kang you’ll take him Jamika will take Johnny. As you were showing him to your chair. You listened in on Malcolm talking with Kung Lao, Raiden was next to them as well.

Clearly Malcolm expressing his love for Martial arts, freezing from doing the hair showing off what he thought were moves.

You just smiled shaking your head at him, you sat Liu Kang in your chair. You asked him he can remove his head wear, which he happily obliged.

Rubbing your fingers in his hair, more so to ruffle through to see what you’re working with. His hair was soft but corse, feels like it hasn’t been properly conditioned.

“So how long has it been sense you had your hair done?” You asked nicely.

“It has… been a minute, is something the matter Ms. Y/N”

“Just Y/N is fine Liu Kang. And no, I just like to know my clients hair and if they prepped before hand. Don’t worry sweetheart, you are in good hands. I’m a give you the special hair wash and conditioning treatment.” You told him excitedly.

You brought him to the hair wash station, and begun getting to work on washing and messaging his hair. Which you could tell he was loving, with his eyes closed and satisfied sounds.

You were really feeling yourself, for actually doing good for the god of fire. As Johnny told you what he was. Even though this is your first time meeting him, Johnny already told you about all his friends. With him telling his story, and Liu Kang was the main one that intrigued you the most.

Because baby the description was nothing like seeing him in person. He was sexy, seemed kind, had a body like a king, fought like one, and the main thing. He’s a damn god of fire and more.

You brought him back to your chair after cleaning his hair. You felt a stare on you, and you turned with Tonya looking at you with wide eyes and mouth a gaped with her own client in the chair.

Y/N quickly glared at the source, which was Johnny and Jamika who quickly turned away acting as if they were busy.

“So did you enjoy your first hair spa.” You chuckled, drying his hair with a towel and plugging the air dryer.

“Very much so, it was quite relaxing. As Johnny has told me you do have the magic hands.”

“Told ya.” Johnny interjected,

“Would you hold your head down!” Jamika pushed his head.

You blushed at the compliment from the god of timelines himself. Felt like the ultimate praise itself.

You blowed dried his hair, after it was fully dry. You were about to cut it, “So how short would you like it hun?”

“Just right there is fine.” Liu Kang tapped his shoulder.

“Alright.” You began trimming the dead hair and split ends. So it doesn’t damage his hair

“Sooooo, um… Liu Kang… D-Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Damn already!” Tonya and Jamika chimed in unison.

“Shutup! Hehe I’m sorry… N-Not like that, well yeah… I was just trying to start a conversation… I’m sorry nvm… You just seem like the guy to have cute thing on the side… not saying you aren’t cute… You’re hot actually, I mean-“

You saw Jamika, swiping her hand across her neck shaking her head to stop talking. Johnny cracking up in her chair.

“I’m a just stop talking now.” You hung your head embarrassed focusing on his hair.

“Damn Y/N, remind me to not get dating help from you.”

Fredrick the other brother barber in the shop said out loud. Working on a head. Your friends began laughing. You were fuming at this point, you felt so embarrassed.

Liu Kang chuckled slightly but not at you, “It’s alright I understood what you meant. No I am not dating anyone and I appreciate the compliment. You are very beautiful yourself.”

That made you slightly freeze, getting ‘Ooohs’ from everyone in the shop. Liu Kang wasn’t easily fazed as you were by other people’s antics. Being friends with Johnny helps you to survive and tolerate it.

Tonya goofy ass being extra as always, over what he said. Y/N hates how she does the most, and it only gets worse.

“Thank you.” You said shyly, as you continued his hair. You finished and gave Liu Kang a mirror to see it.

He looked at it, and was happy how it turned out and thanked you. He asked you how much it cost and you told him that it was on the house.

“That is very kind of you Y/N but I couldn’t. You have given me a wonderful service, I do not want to just take it for free.” Liu Kang was not going to take your generosity and not give anything in return.

“Well… If you really want to show your appreciation. How about you treat me to a meal, that’s my final offer.” Y/N smirked at him, and she could’ve sworn she had butterflies in her stomach. Because that goddamn smile of his was killing her.

“Are you asking me out Y/N?” Liu Kang asked Y/N he appreciates her boldness.

“Well that depends Liu Kang, will you accept the offer?”

“Of Course.”

“Then yes I am asking you out.” You finally spoke up openly. You can hear your girls screaming and cheering you on.

“I am busy this week.” Liu Kang informed you.

“Then how about next week on Saturday, I’m off that day. 5 o clock, I know this good Chinese restaurant. It’s super popular.” You suggested smiling.

“That can be arranged. Thank you again Y/N, I must head back. It was an honor meeting you all.”

“Right back at you daddy!” As soon as Tonya said that. Jamika threw a wig brush at her. Gaining an ‘Ouch’ from Tonya holding her head.

“What the hell is wrong with you! Close yo mouth, and Thank You for stopping by Liu Kang. You and your friends are welcome back any time.”

Everyone was telling them bye, “Ayy it was nice talking to you dogg. I would love it, if y’all can give me a few pointers. Teach me some stuff ya know?”

“Of course, we’re always open for those who want to learn. We will stay in touch.” Kung Lao told him. They clapped hands, Malcolm pulling him into a bro hug.

“No doubt, no doubt. Have a blessed day bro.”

Kung Lao thanked him again for fixing him up nicely. Before they left you called out to Liu Kang asking him how are you supposed to contact him.

“Just tell Johnny.”

With that they were gone, it was a moment of silence before one old client spoke waiting in the chair.

“So ain’t nobody gonna say anything about the nigga with the glowing eyes?”

“Really!? I thought those were just contacts.” Tonya looked shocked.

“You is one slow ass child, I tell you the truth.” Fredrick shaking his head.

You felt like a weight has been lifted off your chest and you slumped in your chair. But now you were very much excited about your upcoming date.

“Gone head girl, get you some of that Kung Pao Chicken.” Jamika snapped her fingers three times. You rolled your eyes, you turned around and looked at yourself in the mirror.

You saw your new growth coming through and need your locs retwist and styled.

“Jamika could you touch up my hair for next week.”

Jamika nodded, and you were hoping this date goes well and praying it does. It felt like God was giving you another chance at romance.

A/N: So it’s going to be a two part story, but I had so much fun writing this. And hope you ladies still enjoyed it.

I’m already in the process of completing Part 2 of this story. If in any case you really liked this story and want it continued into like a head-cannon thing beyond two parts with a reappearance of her friends and more. You can always request, just hit me up through DM’s ☺️

Or if I get a lot of love on this, but all in all it was fun hehe.

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