#sweats oh yeah so many ocs...

[alien-til-i-stage]

SEVEN MINUTES

Nadohan Log: First and Final

CW: Blood, death, and needles

Honestly it’s all a drag.

The fame, the music, the fans who crowd your existence.

The rules and regulations.

It’s so…. Dull…

Nadohan has been doing their work for… years now. About six years now, they’ve been in the spotlight.

She can feel a prick in her neck.

During that time, she had met her loved ones. Daian, Kay, Star…. Even Aoki. And Plip.

Her body instinctively moves, trying to force the collar off, but his hands stay steady. Grasping tightly onto the mic as if it was the only thing they could hold anymore.

To perform was her life, so it makes sense that as the curtains fall, so does he. It was funny in a way. Nadohan spent their entire life being told they were better than everyone else. That they were the ones to receive the honor of being owned by Minski! The owner of ALIEN STAGE! They were the only one that could do it!

A boy with dark hair and a red streak flashes in his mind. Their last memory together, watching him be taken away by the authorities all those years ago.

Their whole life was just for this moment! To jump and throw their hand up and grab that star that would turn them into a legend! A wonder to be beheld!

They can feel the blood being pulled out. The needle is sharp and painful, their nerves are screaming at them to DO SOMETHING! TO RUN, RIP OFF THE COLLAR, GO AWAY. But Nad stays still, keeping their composure as they can feel their blood slowly leaving their body.

Did their life ever have any meaning? He spent it longing for that chance to be remembered, but now he stands in defeat. She spent his entire life running, chasing that door, abandoning everyone who was too slow, only to find it was a painting on the wall.

And now no one else was there. It was just them, standing there.

A memory of the night sky flashes through their mind. They remember laying on their back, watching above. The stars were beautiful and they could hear someone comment about them being just like Star. The grass was cool and the wind brushed against them so peacefully. They looked over to the side to see Vant, enamoured and not letting her attention turn away.

“How beautiful” Nad thought to themselves. They close their eyes, and let themselves drift and fade away.

It was humiliating. Nadohan was the face of ALIEN STAGE. It was humiliating. Everyone in the crowd knew who they were, knew about Nadohan’s identity and pride as being so involved with ALIEN STAGE. They voted against Nad on purpose, didn’t they? They wanted to humiliate him like this.

“It’s all planned… they waited until last second on purpose! Didn’t they!” They think to themselves. No longer in shock of the situation, but fueled with anger, they want to scream at the crowds. Tell them how unfair it is to vote with bias and not performance. But they don’t.

Nad always wanted to die beautifully, not with anger.

“Shhh, don’t let anyone know I got this for you…” Nad whispers under their breath. Technically ALIEN STAGE didn’t own ANAKT GARDEN, just very close and involved businesses, which meant Nad had to follow all the same rules. But He’s sure if he was ever caught she could find a way to minimize it. Even if they couldn’t, it would all be worth it for that smile on Ish’s face.

“Ah! Did you actually!?” She was shocked, which was fair. If someone had told Nad they promised to gift them 5 pounds of sugar, Nad wouldn’t believe them either.

But here they were, late at night, together with 5 bags of stolen sugar. Nadohan was willing to accept the punishment later if it ever came back, but right now they indulged themselves with Ish.

Maybe Nadohan deserved this. Maybe they truly voted without bias, and the winner was Star. Maybe Nadohan wasn’t actually important enough to even try to rig the votes. Star was an equally famous person, if not more. They never got into controversies like Nad did, and everyone loved them. They didn’t fly off the handle like Nad did when she felt she was offended, and he kept his mouth shut when Nad should’ve.

Maybe they lost… because people just simply didn’t care about Nad.

There were flowers everywhere. While everyone ran towards them, excited to make flower crowns for each other or themselves, or to merely just look at them, Nad stood back. The flowers were beautiful but Nad knew the truth, that they were just cameras that would trick kids into bringing them everywhere with them. Once he knew that, the flowers didn’t look pretty anymore.

While everyone had fun, running around or just simply making crowns, Nadohan went to sit down by a tree observing everyone. “Ha, just like the flowers themselves” they think bitterly to themselves. After all they were just a decorated tool themselves too. The difference was that she had more to do then them. Maybe a part of her was jealous that he couldn’t just exist as he was, and let everything happen as it was meant to, just like the cameras.

He watched as Aoki tried to put his crown on Kay’s head, before failing, due to the crown being too small. She giggled to herself, afterall it was funny to see Aoki failing at moments. It certainly made them feel better about themselves. Nad wasn’t sure if that made them a bad person or not, but it wasn’t a big issue for them. Not yet at least.

They watched as Daian showed up by their side, sporting his own perfectly and lovingly made flower crown. The three of them immediately get into friendly talk and laughing with each other.

It was beautiful. But watching it made Nad feel even lonelier.

They got up and left, heading back to their room.

“Fun fact, since the needle’s supposed to drain you of all of your blood until you die, the collar won’t be able to hold it all in.”

Now Nadohan knew what Madam Minsksi meant about that. Their face uncontrollably turns into a grimace and they start to shake as they feel blood slowly pour out of their collar. Shakedly, they reach their hands towards it, touching the cold metal of their collar and the contrasting warm blood that belongs to them.

Nad is unable to withhold it anymore, feeling their tears prickle at their eyes. They move their mouth to say something, anything, a plea for their life, but nothing comes out. They can hardly breathe anymore, but Nad isn’t sure if it's from panic or if the collar has something to do with it.

Maybe Star is saying something, but Nad worries no longer for everything else in that room.

She’s scared.

“Come on! I’m like besties with your brother already! Isn’t that a sign I’m such a good person?” Nad flaunts. They were speaking to a person they hadn’t often spoken to much, perhaps like once or twice purely because they had to. But even then, Nadohan couldn’t help but quickly become obsessed with earning his friendship or trust. She couldn’t stand being ignored or deemed unimportant to someone.

“Just because you’re friends with someone doesn’t automatically make you a good person, Star’s just a friendly guy. And who even knows if you and Star are that close like you say you are, you could be lying.” He pointed out.

Ouch, Nadohan thinks to themselves. Star didn’t talk about me to his brother? Kinda hurtful. I'd like to talk about Star to my…

“I mean no but like, I’m pretty cool. I’m so sure you can tell, aha. And! And if you think I’m not! You could just stop hanging out with me!”

“Is your defense for me being your friend literally just I can stop anytime because you’re not giving me actual good points to being your friend.” Ok so this guy was a critique, maybe he should be giving Nad reasons to befriend HIM, she’s already starting to regret this.

“Sweating, maybe because… You care about Star… and it would make him happy if the two of you shared friends?”

“....Fine… But know, I don’t actually like you right now.”

“Good enough for me Sen!”

“DO YOU NOT KNOW MY NAME?”

Their head feels dizzy, there’s too much blood. It’s everywhere, her clothes feel soaked and Nad is just leaning their entire body on the microphone now. How long has it even been? Seconds? Minutes? Maybe an hour? Would anyone even want to watch her die that long? Would anyone even care to? He imagined they would just sweep their still alive body off the stage, just to die behind the curtains, uncared about.

Is this how Mercury felt? Even just watching them, Nad couldn’t help but feel bad.

“They don’t deserve this…” But Nad held her words. He wonders if anyone is thinking that of them as they die.

Nad can’t hold on anymore, they fall to the floor like a limp doll directly in a puddle of their own blood.

They can see everyone else.

Nad is chasing after Star, before tagging him in a game of tag, however he falls and he gets upset. As Nad tries to go for him to help him up, the scene changes and now he’s back at Season 8. Neli is there and she speaks excitedly about the next round and how she hopes to send either themselves or their opponent off with a nice note.

“Neli is a truly kind soul, it’s a shame what their guardian is…” Nad thinks bitterly. But also in another way, if Neli’s guardian wasn’t who he was, would Nad have even befriended or bothered with Neli? She opens her mouth to say something to Neli, but the kind girl disappears in front of their eyes. Suddenly a piano is there in front of them and their words to Neli are twisted into “You’re doing so wonderfully Daian!”

Daian’s fingers dance around the keys of the piano. He was surprised when Daian came to him to learn how to play, especially since Aoki was the better player of the two of them and Daian was always closer to him than Nad. But Nad allowed himself this, she wouldn’t ask about it.

“Just let me cling to this a little bit longer… please…”

But the memory changes once again, Nad can no longer see Daian.

Everything is getting darker.

Her vision starts to become spotty.

All she can see,

Is Plip.

Plip, plip was everything to her. Her roommate, her rival, the human Madam Minski had tried to set her up with when her and Mercury failed. Plip, the person Nad had known for almost 6 years now. The one she had always been chasing behind always.

Plip was her first friend, her rival, her first kis-

Suddenly, she’s in a room. The lights are a dark purple, and she had hardly see. “It doesn’t matter anymore” He thought to themself, grabbing one of the bottles she had seen the guardians drinking.

“It’s all going to be over by tomorrow.”

After that it was all a blur, but she could’ve sworn she saw Plip. He could never forget seeing how beautiful their eyes were.

Staring into said eyes, the beautifully bright red and spiral pupils, the ones Nad could get lost in, he wanted desperately to say something.

“I love you”

And then his vision

Went out.

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Nad awoke with a start. The pain in their neck was no longer gone. Their limp body was still on the floor, no longer in the same position they were in when he had died, but Nad wasn’t worried about that as of now. Instead of the vibrant lights of Round Two, the lighting was now much easier on the eyes, a soft light instead. Instead of the roaring crowds, it was just silence, dead silence.

Above them, there’s a familiar person.

Mercury.

For a second, they wonder if everything was a dream. That Round One hadn’t happened yet and that they’re still alive. But she also knows Mercury. Mercury would never be this close to them if this was real.

We’re really dead. Huh?

They move to sit up, Mercury moving out of their way to allow them to.

What do I even say…

Nadohan can’t help but feel that maybe there shouldn't be any words. Not right now. They go to stand up, but with the memory of seeing their own body covered with their blood, it’s hard to. They can’t help but worry about standing and falling, just as they had already did.

But Mercury reaches out. Their hand inviting Nad to grab and hold it.

When was the last time we had ever been like this? When was the last time Mercury tried to help me?

Almost 6 years…

Nadohan takes it, and allows Mercury to guide them over to a spot where they can watch the rest of the show.

Maybe I can stay here… Just a bit longer.

–

An observer stares at the screen, almost pressing up against it. It shows a closeup of Nad, her mouthing something, but no one can tell what it is she’s saying.

The blood makes it difficult.

Either way the observer can make a pretty clear idea on what it is he’s saying, afterall they have a deep understanding of the idol.

What they’re more curious about is, why would Nadohan do that?

They brush their fingers through their long hair, surely Nadohan didn’t think saying that would somehow save them from death? Did they do it as a publicity stunt? A way to keep audience’s attention on them?

They couldn’t figure it out. They may know Nadohan quite well, but you can never truly understand them and their every act. Not unless you got inside their head.

“It’s such a shame I can’t do that anymore, oh well.” They sigh, turning off the TV. Now that Nadohan’s dead, they have a job they must do.

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OK GUYS WOW finally finished this,,, cries

To be completely honest I had no idea who was gonna win, so writing this did make me a little emotional. I’m so happy for Star though! Congrats on that win! Let’s go! (ignore any circumstances around that)

This won’t be the last time you see Nadohan be relevant nyeheheh, this is only the beginning for them really.

Also I want to talk a little bit about the times too!

Nadohan was standing upright for almost a minute, like a little less, and collapsed on the ground, they were there for like another minute as their vision went out. However they were still alive during that, but their senses kinda was slowly dying after their vision. During this, Nad was declared dead and was,,, in fact,,, moved off stage to allow round three to begin, but she was still alive

All in all it was 7 minutes long, two minutes on stage, and 5 off stage,,, wowie,,, thats also why she was moved too!

I also wanna say nadplip will be explored more, i didn’t talk about it as much as I had wanted tbh, i felt like i was dragging this out, so think of this as,,, idk i will yap more about nadplip,,, trust,,,, dont ask how but trust,,, (also the rest of their relationships too, but this was mostly just nad rushing through their memories)

Star belongs to @starry-skiez

Daian belongs to @apple8ees

Kay belongs to @imperfectnothing

Aoki belongs to @lookatmysillies

Zen belongs to @verdantlights

Ish belongs to @chevalperd

Neli belongs to @friedclownshrimp

Vant belongs to @ivanttakethis

Plip belongs to @awaggaa

Mercury belongs to @messengers-of-the-gods

Wow ok i had a lot of cameos,,, sweats,,, let me know if i ooc them,,, sorry,,,

[redcherrykook]

──𐙚 teach me daddy (s & f)

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boyfriend!jungkook x virgin!reader

content: daddy kink, ddlg themes, Jungkook teaching his innocent, virgin gf how to..; touch him (blowjob) and how he touches her (fingering, lil tit play) !! hickies, sweet talk, lowkey dumbification, praise, cumming on stomach, guided, petite oc!!! Size.kink. so much dirty talk. so many pet names, FILTH.

note from cherry: put my whole sopping pussy in this. im a whore. My fav trope pls i hope i did it justice

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Jungkook's lovely, borderline magical finger tips create his usual pieces of invisible art upon your skin, right underneath the frilly fabric of your pink skirt, that top of your soft thigh squished against him, because his lap- specifically the bulge inside of his grey stüssy sweats- has become your favorite spot to sit on. Somewhere in between lush kisses and feathery moans elicited by the fluttered bruises he lays down the lane of your neck, you've understood one thing;

It feels so warm- so good to sit on that tent that forms in your older boyfriends pants, visible every time you bite your lip and stare at him with huge round, pleading eyes- every passing, electrifying fraction of a moment you spend threading through his deliciously laid, tussled mullet, or tracing the colorful lines etched into his hardened muscles, almost like you're coloring the small pictures in with your glittery gel nails.

Feels so good to hear low groans from your boyfriend's throat, experiencing your clit pulsing inside those little lacy panties, while consciously avoiding the sensation of a large wet patch making them cling to your untouched folds, it felt tingly, you had just told him.

"Tingly?" he asks, plucking back a delicate strand of your hair,

"Mhm.. like it wants attention. s'how i feel when i hump my stuffies" another small- fleeting detail you deemed insignificant, however it continues to feed into the hunger growling primally in jungkook's chest, wanting to expand outward, tear out of his gentle strokes that accidentally find your nipples, on occasions where he should be content with your petite frame inside the solid embrace of his own- oh so hungry body.

But he isn't content, not now that you've revealed you're pussy has kissed the very stuffies he's bought for you, seen you go starry eyed at.

His mind races with images of you- you in your bare glory, one he hasn't seen but there is no doubt in his mind you're an angel, sat on top of that plush hello kitty, dragging your wet, overstimulated clit over it's button nose- over and over, until there's drool running down the corners of your pout- until your eyebrows crunch together in pure delight. He wonders if you're the type to beg, ramble out your needs like a lost little deer.

His cock throbbs in anticipation, his primal instincts scream for him to take care of you whole, explore every inch of your sweet, sweet vessle. Jungkook has to know more- has to know everything.

"And how does my pretty girl hump her stuffies?" he innocently questions, hiking his hands up further on your small legs, crawling to your inner thighs, the digits raise goosebumps on your skin and a pink hue on your cheeks, it complements you- he thinks, harmonizing with your glossy pink lips.

"Hmph.. jus'.. sit on them.. r-rub back.. n' forth" your whispered reply has him drop into a lower, deeper tone, assessing how your body subconsciously responds to his teasing, bucks forward the smallest, almost unnoticeable bit.

"And what happens when babygirl does that?" you whine- leaning your lips to ghost against his own, the tingly feel rises again, floods your panties in an instant because his sudden dominance drowns you in its strangling hold,

"I feel good"

Jungkook creeps his large palm up, cupping your pussy boldy through the thin girlish fabric,

"Haa-ah" moaning, you give way into his palm, playing into his hands because you belong no where else, in response, his thumb extends, rubbing over where your clit sits puffily,

"Yeah..? right here is where it feels good, doesn't it princess?" liquid smooth as he talks, applying pressure to your needy bud,

"Mhm" you nod- whimpering against his pierced lip. In the flashes of his tight circles, you cannot bring yourself to keep your mouths attached- to focus on maintaining a healthy breath when your flower is being treated with the most careful sexuality "This feels better daddy" you say airyly, lips barely touching.

His breath stalls before it hitches once again- the title found him so righteously, so naturally succumbing to his deserved role- your daddy.

"Fuck sugar, it does hm? Let daddy take care of you, make you feel all warm and tingly"

After all, you're his special little princess,

The one with a cute pout that he wishes to see wrapped around his angry cock, he had envisioned this moment countless of times, fisting himself late at night- the soft snores come from your end of the phone, purely, innocently sleeping in the white glow of your screen, big, soft facial features lay peacefully against your pillow.

Even though the sins run carelessly on his end- he never bothered to mute himself, you kept sleeping, dreaming away,

Somtimes, he desired for you to wake up; he'd groan a bit louder, more vulgar with his endless cussing, thought about how your pupils grow wide, how your lips would part into a gasp- wish that you'd timidly run your thumb over your clit at the unfamiliar warmth spreading through your little purity, ruined, emerged in his perversion.

You nod, already going droopy eyed at the simple action of his thumb thrumming your pearl,

The cold air hits your sopping cunt as he peels your delicate panties to the side, giving him a full view of your flower, skin slick with desire

"You have the prettiest little pussy, so cute, does she want to be played with?" his tone is so- so gentle, yet, its dripping with power, entranced with the view of his- yes his very own digits that faintly glide between your folds,

"Yes- nghh shit- koo" your manicured nails dig into his meaty thighs, grounding yourself in a failed attempt to hold your head up, the foreign urgency consumes your entire being with it's intensity,

"Look at me sugar" he commands, growling lowly, his eyes squint to the ones of a predator, you- his prey, look at him like he has always known you would- wide eyed, doe eyed, awaiting his instructions

"Good girl. Now tell me again, do you want daddy to show you how to feel really good hm? How to play with your tiny cunt?"

You nod dumbly, letting out the smallest sounding yes that had ever grazed his ears, he purrs, taking in the effort with an open heart,

"Suck on them, need them nice and wet, can you do that for me princess?" his fingers intrude your bitten lips, forcing his digits to collide with your tongue, eagerly- messily and uncoordinated, you swirl your tongue around them, humming as he withdraws- letting out a satisfied groan

You wince a bit upon the proding of his fingertips against your entrance, unexpectedly, you look at him- begging for him to take you with him, guide you by the hand along everything he does, take your hand like a good daddy should.

The substantial need to make you feel safe takes over again, courses throughout his entire being because you look so vulnerable like this, so barely laid out for him to consume.

"it's okay babygirl, it's gonna feel so good. Daddy's gonna put a finger inside this pussy, you'll feel a bit full, but my precious little girl's so good, she can take it all" he can feel your body relax on top of his lap, as if your muscles let go of all tension with his reassurances- he's on the edge of feeling bad for wanting to ruin your purity.

But he does it regardless.

Wet, sloppy sounds fill your ears as he pumps his finger inside of you. The rhythm starts slowly, one push- one long drag between your folds before returning to pulling out, pushing back in carefully. He studies the subtle change in your expression, diligently grasping at the strings of your arousal- his own eyes can't choose between the look of lust on your face and his hand colliding with your sweetness, feeling how you suck his finger in with every fiber of your being, so untouched, so pure- so, so needy.

You squirm, wrap your hand around his bulging bicep- "Daddy- that feels so good, feels so so good" you continue mumbling, singing the cutest moans to numb his thoughts, feed his hunger, he turns greedy- allowing himself to drown in you entirely, granting himself premission to increass his speed, push in deeper- you gratify him, become louder, whiner, give yourself over because truthfully- you didn't know anything outside of how good it feels to be fingered like this.

"Yeahhh, feels so good to have daddy's fingers? think you can take another one?" Patiently he waits for your allowance- and once he heared that needy voice of yours, calling out for him to push another finger in, he snaps,

"Fuck sugar, look at you, such good girl f'me, feel so full don't you?" His lips latch back on to your neck as he pumps into you faster, curling his fingers into you like he's crawling into your body, establishing his ability to make you squirm- make you whimper and lose that pretty head of yours in his sinful lure.

So you do lose yourself- start whining for him to keep hitting that spot- right there daddy- you beg,

"Yeah? My babygirl loves this- loves my fingers making your cunt feel good. All mine, my little pussy, no one can have you like this"

"Right there ohh? Can you say that again sugar?" Thoughtlessly, obediently ylu start repeating, rehearsing the words like you're summoning him- your legs jerk, contract the muscle with a moan so pronounced jungkook could cum all over himself at the pure nuance of it.

"mmhm! s'too much- feels like i- like i'm gonna-" Your eyes roll far into your skull at the lingering of his teeth on your jaw, his tongue that shamelessly licks a strip up to your ear so he can coax you into intoxicating pleasure.

"Like what little girl? Gonna make a mess?"

At that- at the last syllable of his sentence, you release your arousal over the whole long inches of his fingers that are still relentlessly pushing into your hole, plucking out roughly- shoved back in, "Goood girl" he rasps, slapping his soaked fingertips over your overstimulated cunt. You did not know better than to leave gasps into his now bitten, ridiculously broad shoulder, shudder in overstimulation, tug at the roots of his chocolate mullet,

Your bedroom grows quiet, pleasure rings in your ears, wrecks you from the top of your head to your toes, colorful sparks fly behind your eyelids as it keeps going, keeps flooding out of your body like it had never done before.

Your boyfriends entire demeanor changes once his ragged breathing returns to soft hums, his healing hands cover more than half of your back and he just lets you bathe in the aftershocks, "Did so well for daddy, my good girl" The whispers find your hair, his pecks follow, decorating your journey back to a grounded reality with beautiful stars, safety,

As he´s rubbing up and down your back under the fabric of your cami, your skin erupts into familiar goosebumps, only this time, he feels your stiff nipples rub against his own, sweaty chest, the friction makes you hiss involuntairly,

"How do i feel good here ?" The muttered curiosity behind your words makes Jungkook moan audibly- reaches his hands to slide around your torso, your rips flutter in response, "Let me show you"

Your cami shrivles up over the swell of your small chest, cupped snuggly in your white sparkly bra, his hands cover your entire breasts easily, the twinkle in his vision is unmistakable,

lust, utter need

"Gon´ pull these down baby, show your pretty body to me" vision going white, he rushes to wrap his lips around the stiff bud, encircling it with his tongue, "All mine, my tits, my little girl, these belong to me" He takes his time- devours you, flicking the tip of his tongue over and over, you recoil forward, moan helplessly under how good he´s making you feel,

Jungkook returns the favour, moans into your skin that arches closer into his mouth,

"Want me to give you some attention too? Gonna rub it like this baby, roll it in between your fingers" The instructions help to remember what is happening between the chasm of gasps and whimpers, the throbbing between your aching legs returns in unbearable force- rises with every collision of his rough palms rounding your soft skin, he nibbles, sucks, bites gracefully into the sensitive flesh.

"Daddy- daddy stop please" the wet sensation leaves in the blink of an eye, his gaze glistens over with worry- hands immediately running to your comfort, soothing your arms, "M´sorry my love, too much? Wanna stop here?"

You shake your head violently, wanting to sob at the thought of stopping, you´ve never felt need like this, urges like this- borderline possessed as you tug at his waistband, his eyes widen, holding both your wrists in his calloused hand "Woah babygirl, slow down, what is it that daddy´s princess wants?" He asks genuinely, running his lips over your jaw but his cock betrays him, throbs painfully as you whimper for him, mutter for him to show you how to make him feel good too. He didn't want to pretend to be innocent anymore- your boyfriend had been praying to have you like this, why would he deny you if you so desperately wish to pleasure him anyways?

Feverishly, your small hands expose his member, appreciating the hard outline in his calvins before reaching in- finding the warm length that can, in no way, fit even in the grasp of both your fidgety hands,

"It´s so pretty, so big" You praise, staring in awe at the sight in front of you, a pearl of his arousal runs down alongside the vein of his shaft, Jungkook growls, scratching your scalp with his tattooed hand,

"All yours. come on sugar, little kisses, lick it a bit, i´ll be loud for you"

It´s not like it was his choice regardless, not when you lay your tongue flat against his tip, tracing every inch of him. You lick up and down his pulsating cock, look up at him through your feminine, innocently batted eyelashes as if to ask if he feels good- he groans, tightens his hand with each torturous slow lick to him, how could he not feel good?

"Good little girl, taking daddy so well, need you to take it in your mouth now okay? Can you be good and try to swallow daddy´s cock?"

You nod- god you´d do anything he asks, hesistantly, your lips coat his fat tip, opening your throat as he feeds you his girth, hitting the back of your throat in an instant- you try your best to ignore the gag, focus on the wetness of your cunt and his breathless curses.

It´s even more erotic than he had imagined, you do pout; your lips barely fit in his cock, not able to get half of it into the confined space of your jaw- his stomach flips at your hand that wraps around the rest of him- while the other one clenches his inner thigh for support, marks his skin in reminders. The look in your willing eyes, the struggle to take his inches as your own spit escapes your mouth- it´s becoming something he will get addicted to in no time,

"Ssh i know daddy´s big babygirl, but you´re made for me, breathe through your nose, goood job baby" its fuel, fuel to your insatiable greed for him, you follow instinct, bob up and down with the help of his hand on the back of your head, throat contracting around him and shit- Jungkook is sure if your throat is this tight sucking him off, your virgin pussy must feel like heaven too.

"Just like thaaat, yeah sugar, makin´ me feel so fucking good" He continues, thighs flexing with the constricting feeling in his balls, release bubbles up fast, rapidly banging his system- your boyfriend grips you by the jaw, to have you make eye contact with his half lidded brown stars, "Lay down f´me"

Sprawled out, tummy laid open, your hair flows over your tits, eyes watch him stroking his cock in heavy, aggressive movements, rubbing his thumb over the pink swollen tip- he pants, groans so fucking loud you instinctively spread your thighs for him- clenching around nothing- begging silently for him to give you everything.

At the sight of your cunt covered in your own, copious amount of slick and previous orgasm, he´s struck down mercilessly, it rides him over the edge and soon enough, he splurts his milky cum all over your lower stomach, he shakes- calls out for you.

"My little princess, look so beautiful like this, god i fucking love you"

You giggle girlishly- a sound from the deep chambers of your now, perverted heart as he engulfs you in his hold, "Baby you´re-" his mouth finds yours again, not letting you protest but he's soft, grateful "I don´t care, you´re mine, my baby, all mine" Another kiss, another smile, "Thank you, thank you sugar" he mumbles, holding your flushed out cheeks in his big hands, searching for familiar innocents within your face and unsurprisingly so, he still discovers it.

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SO IT GOES - chapter 2

Paige Bueckers x oc Warnings: language, slight sexual language Wordcount: 5.9K A/C: SURPRISEE we're back!! again, be prepared for a slow burn y'all, don't expect anything big anytime soon (sorry). anyway got lots of love for chapter 1 so ty for that and being so patient with me over christmas! hope you had a good time over the holidays aand again send me your thoughts on the chapter! NOW GO READDD

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Before London

“After you ma’am.”

Trey presses his keycard against the reader on the door, pulling it open for me. I can already feel myself regretting leaving my hair down, the spring breeze not as gentle as I’d hoped, causing my black strands to fly all over my face. Hurrying inside, Trey follows after me into the corridor. The moment he shuts the door I miss the wind, the heat inside College Park Center stifling me.

“Is it always this hot?” I ask, already fanning myself, my chunky knitted sweater a horrible choice for the temperature.

“Holy shit, no,” The guy walking in front of me groans, opening another door at the end of the corridor and letting us into another room, lined with doors. I already knew I was bound to get lost here, the identical doors and hallways making it feel like a maze. A security guy walks by us, but Trey stops him, asking about the heat.

“Yeah man, AC is broken,” the guy complains. “Should be fixed tomorrow.”

Great, and for once I thought I could get away with wearing a sweater. 

“Nothing works around here huh? Can’t wait to get out of this damn arena,” Trey says as we walk off, me following after him, my heels tapping against the floor echoing up and down the narrow hallway.

“When’s that gonna be? 2026 right?”

“Yeah,” Trey says, abruptly turning right into another almost identical hallway. 

“Someone’s gonna have to draw me a map of this place,” I laugh, already feeling the sweat dripping down my back and breathing becoming laboured in the heat. 

The man laughs, interrupted by the sound of balls bouncing off the floor faintly somewhere far away. “You’ll learn, your keycard should be coming next week.”

It was the first of what I already knew would be many times at College Park Center. Linda had sent us to come get some footage of the arena, simultaneously encouraging us to get some clips of Paige Bueckers’ first official practice. 

I knew it was my first proper test. I had made a few posts here and there already in the past week but this was the first time it was just me, Trey and his camera. No script, no guidance. It was up to us to figure it out, and watching Linda closely in the past week she didn’t seem too impressed by Trey. So it was on my shoulders, like always. Which was fine by me, I was used to it. Being the one to carry the load - work, relationships, friends, you name it.

Finally the man beside me comes to a stop, unlocking the door beside us.

”This is for the media team. The players are around that corner closer to the court.”

I step into the small room, two leather couches in the corner, a couple desks lined up, a fridge and Dallas Wings merch and posters covering the walls. The lack of windows made the room feel tighter than it was, and the slight musty smell didn’t make my first impression more favourable.

”Welcome to our office,” Trey grins, reading my uncomfortable expression.

”It’s… cozy,” I say, not believing a word that spills from my lips. Trey laughs, hand wrapping around my shoulder. I still wasn’t used to how touchy people in Dallas seemed to be, or at least Trey, but it didn’t make me cringe and tense up anymore.

”You can also work anywhere else in the building,” he comforts me and I sigh in relief.

“Oh thank heavens,” I chuckle, pulling the knitted sweater off, leaving me in low waisted, white, flowy pants resting on my hips, and a silky leopard print top, with thin straps holding it up. If I was dressed this way for my previous job in London I surely would’ve been fired, but what I had found out in the past week was no one at the Wings cared to dress corporate, most younger workers dressing in sneakers and hoodies. I notice Trey watching me for a while, his gaze quickly averting when I catch his eye.

“Well,” I say sitting down on the desk, “Shall we throw some ideas around?”

-

It felt good to be back on the court. After my last season at Uconn I felt ready, focused, like I was on fire. What felt even better was Koclanes had made sure to make it clear for everyone - I’m a point guard, no reason I shouldn’t be running offense instead of the nonsense Geno had me doing last season. 

Honestly, it was such a relief I had to fight back tears hearing it. All season I had fought to do what Geno wanted me to, I wanted to be the perfect player, to make him proud. I think in the end I had done so, but God it would’ve been so much easier if I just got to run the ball. 

“P!” I hear Arike’s voice from behind me, somewhere on the left. Trying a no-look pass, I let the ball fly. Turning around I realise she's nowhere near where I thought she was. We had a lot of work to do, I knew this. But I missed my girls. I knew them better than anyone, knowing where they were each moment of the game, where I could easily find them. Now I had to start from scratch once again.

“My bad,” I laugh, wiping sweat off my forehead. Of course the AC had broken down the day of my first official practice in this hellhole. Instead of cancelling, we all agreed to take lots of breaks and we had all undressed to our sports bras and shorts. Still, the sweat is dripping down my neck and back, and my chest heaves fiercely.

“Paige, Arike, Tea, take a break before you get a heatstroke,” Chris yells from the sidelines. Gratefully, I jog to the seats and sit down, chugging water, Arike sitting right next to me. We both knew it would take a while for us to build that chemistry the team needed us to have. Thankfully, I really liked her already. Could’ve been worse I guess.

“P,” Arike mumbles breathlessly, elbowing me. 

“Get your sweaty ass off me,” I jokingly complain, making the girl snicker to herself.

“Just look behind us,” Arike groans, nodding her head backwards. Turning my gaze, I nearly fall off my seat. About ten rows behind us, Zari is sitting cross-legged, her hair down not in the neat, tidy way as usual but unruly, soft waves falling over her shoulders. The curves of her breasts are visible all the way from here, left strand of the slinky top falling off her shoulder, forehead glistening with sweat. Even so, she makes me feel breathless.

It had been nearly a week since I last saw her, and I had spent that entire time convincing myself I was delusional - there was no way anyone could be as beautiful as I remembered her to be. Now watching her whispering with Trey, I realised it wasn’t a figment of my imagination. Clearing my throat I turn back, shrugging, acting like it made no difference to me. I didn’t need the other girls to clock how much I’d been thinking about Zari. Which had been more that I’d like to admit.

“It’s your girlllll,” Arike giggles, finger poking my shoulder.

“Alright, enough,” I tell her, rolling my eyes. Before I can stop her, Rike is waving them over.

“Bro,” I scoff in a whispered voice, quickly rubbing the soft towel against my skin, wiping as much sweat off as I can. Great, here comes this perfect, poised, classy girl and I’m here sweating like a sinner in church, red in the face, half naked, hair falling out of my bun. 

“Whatchu guys doing here this early?” Arike asks as Trey and Zari come up to the row of seats behind us. I’m still wiping the towel against my neck, giving an awkward smile to the pair.

“We’re here to play, clearly. Can you not tell by my fit?” Zari asks, her gravelly voice smooth like butter in my ears. My eyes roam her body, watching the way her midriff is exposed from how low waisted her pants are, her stomach slightly soft, light brown skin peeking out. Eyes travelling upwards my eyes take in her chest, and my mouth goes dry. 

Arike kicks my ankle, and I realise everyone’s noticed my staring - no, my ogling. Face going bright red I rub my jaw, looking for any save. At least say something Paige.

“You look… nice,” I murmur, making Arike cover her mouth to hide her chuckling. 

But instead of calling it out or embarrassing me more, Izara merely smiles and quickly brushes her fingers through the long, black ends of her hair.

“Thank you Paige.”

Paige. Paige. Suddenly, for a fleeting moment my name becomes my favourite word, the way it sounds from her lips making my heart race. 

“Haven’t seen you around the building, neighbour,” she grins, her hand reaching to squeeze my shoulder. It’s sweaty. I know when she quickly pulls away.

“Sorry, I’m sweaty as hell,” I chuckle awkwardly.

She scoffs, easily waving it off with her hand. “Isn’t that your job anyway?”

I smile sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck, hoping she might notice the flex of my arm. God what was I doing? She was probably straight anyway. And I had promised to stay celibate. Besides I don’t think she likes me anyway, even as a friend. Are we even friends? Probably not, we’d talked like one time. I’d like to be her friend though, I think. Wait, everyone’s quiet. Fuck, what did she say.

“Uh, yeah?” I mumble, not sure what to say.

“It was a hypothetical question darling,” she giggles. “Does anyone have a towel please? I feel like I’m sweating too.”

Immediately I hand her the one on my shoulder, drenched with my sweat.

“Paige I’m pretty sure she wants a clean one,” Arike says, grabbing a fresh towel from underneath the bench. 

“Oh right,” I murmur, laughing at myself. To my delight, the black haired girl laughs too.

“I mean I could get some good money selling that,” she chuckles, wiping the towel against her glistening neck.

“Yeah, her fans are something else,” Trey adds, and suddenly I’m reminded that he’s there too, my focus all on the girl standing behind me.

“Speaking of your fans, can we get you in for a clip later? Only for a moment, I promise,” Zari pleads, batting her eyes at me. There’s no universe in which I could say no.

“Sure, whatever you need.”

-

“I must tell you Izara, Jasper came over today. Brought back some of your things. He’s such a considerate young man, he had packed everything so nicely. Not a single plate was broken. Now I know I know, not that hard but men are a bit dim sometimes. I can’t even tell you how many plates your father would’ve broken if I ever let him pack any-”

“Muuuum,” I groan, her rambling about my ex-fiancee making my heartrate pick up quickly. I turn the phone away to roll my eyes out of sight from my mother on facetime.

“Anyways, he came over and Izara. That man looked so poorly, like he hadn't slept or eaten. I just feel so bad, he’s really upset Izara.”

“Mum,” I try to stop her but as always, she barely hears me.

“I just don’t understand why you ended things. He’s a good man. Good men are so hard to find Izara,” my mom preaches, the same words that I’d heard nearly daily since I informed my parents about our breakup. My brother had been more supportive, he’d never liked Jasper. At least there was someone in my family who saw him for what he really was from the get go.

“Mum, if we keep talking about this I’m going to end the call, please. I already told you that I don’t want to talk about it,” I finally assert myself, hearing my mother let out a frustrated huff.

“Fine. Fine! You do need to tell me one day though, because I don’t understand any of this nonsense of-”

Taking a deep breath I close my eyes, trying to swallow my frustration. I can’t. “Mum, I’m really tired. I’ll call you back tomorrow after work, okay. I gotta edit some posts anyway.”

With that I hang up, throwing my phone on the bed as I sit on the bedroom floor. Running my fingertips through my hair I lie down. Just for a moment. Then I’ll get back to work.

Chewing on my cheek I fight the tears threatening to spill over. I didn’t want to cry. No, I refused to. I just wish I could get my parents to shut up about it. I didn’t want to think about it anymore, of Jasper, of the hell I went through the past year.

As I take deep breaths to calm myself down, suddenly I notice a faint bitter, acrid smell. Abruptly getting up I search my apartment for something burning, checking everything I could think of until I realise it’s coming from the stairway. Putting on a pair of slippers and grabbing my keys I slip outside, walking around to find the source of the smell - until I end up behind Paige’s door.

Without thinking about it further, my hand firmly knocks three times on the door, other hand subconsciously brushing through my hair to flatten it, hoping I looked at least presentable. 

I found the blonde interesting. Whenever I observed her, she seemed to have this insane confidence, this incredible skill to put people at ease, to get them to like her. It would’ve been so easy for Paige Bueckers to be just another entitled basketball star. However, she was anything but that. Yet, around me, she seemed to tense up for whatever reason. I had a feeling she didn’t like me at all.

When the door opens, Paige is standing there looking discombobulated, eyes widening further when she sees it’s me on her doorstep. The blonde is holding her nose, still just in a sports bra and grey sweats hanging low on her hips, boxers showing just the tiniest bit reminding me of how a teenage boy might dress. And I might’ve poked fun at it but something about it suited her, made her even more charming.

“Zari! Uh, hey,” she murmurs, holding her nose.

“Is that smell coming from yours?” I ask, the scent getting even stronger now. “I can smell it all the way in my apartment.”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” she groans, cheeks turning a shade of pink. “I didn’t know microwave meals can burn.”

“Evidently,” I chuckle, glancing over Paige’s broad shoulders into the apartment. It was the same as mine, though looked to be bigger. The same white walls, cold and sleek and modern. Suddenly I hear her stomach rumbling, making Paige bring her hand to the bare skin there and letting out an awkward chuckle.

“Sorry,” she murmurs but I shake my head.

“You’ve got to stop apologising so much love,” I could feel all the nurturing bones in my body beginning to take over, as this poor, hungry, younger girl stands in front of me, in an apartment smelling like smoke. “Did you open all the windows?”

“Oh right, I should prolly do that,” Paige murmurs, looking back into the apartment, stomach rumbling again. I couldn’t help it, I felt pity towards the girl.

“I was just about to make dinner actually, do you want to come downstairs while you let your place air out?” I ask, inviting Paige over. 

“Uh…” she mumbles and I can feel my stomach twisting in anxiety. Why would I be anxious? So what if she says no? I really didn’t want her to though for some reason, maybe I just needed a friend that bad. 

“Ion wanna bother you if you got something to do,” Paige says, swinging back and forth on her feet. 

“You’re not! I’m offering,” I insist. 

“You sure?”

“Yes!”

“Aight. Thank you.”

With that Paige grabs a navy Uconn hoodie, her keys and phone before we make our way down, her blue eyes watching me unlock my door. She steps into my apartment, looking around. Not that there was much to look at yet, the walls were blank and the basic furniture was sitting where it had been placed for me. 

“I haven’t really decorated yet,” I murmur, following the blonde girl in.

“I can see that,” she chuckles, blue eyes roaming the space. I watch as she takes steps further, and can’t help but grimace at her shoes.

“Sorry, but could you take your shoes off please?” I ask carefully.

“Yes ma’am,” Paige obeys without thinking, kicking her sneakers off and placing them neatly next to the wall. The way she bends to my will quickly, so eager to please, makes my face burn up for some reason.

“So you’re hungry?” I ask, walking into the kitchen with the blonde following close behind.

“I’m starving, but you don’t need to be cookin’ for me, we could just order a lil something? Or go out?” She suggests, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

I wave her off, grabbing my big chalkboard which had every meal planned in advance, a column for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

“No no no, I like to cook. Especially for other people, so really, you’re doing me a favour,” I insist, feeling her come up from behind me to peek over my shoulder at the board. My skin tingles as the heat of her body radiates off of her, the pounding of my heart not letting up. Must be the Dallas heat making me all loopy.

“You weren’t joking about being a planner huh?” She chuckles, her finger scanning over the text as she reads. 

“I just like to be organised. I don’t see any harm in being prepared.”

For a moment she stands close behind me, reading. I can feel her breath on my bare shoulder, goosebumps spreading down my arm.

“Damn, you can cook all this stuff?” Paige asks, clearly impressed. 

“Well, yes. I like to cook,” I chuckle, putting the board down and turning to the girl behind me. “I could teach you, if you’d like?”

“Who says Ion know how to cook,” she scoffs, our eyes locked in each other’s gaze. I realise this must be the longest she’s held eye contact with me yet. Not used to it, I look to the floor and shrug.

“The burnt smell coming from your apartment does,” I tease, opening the fridge next to the girl, everything neatly organised. “Now, what would you like to eat Paige?”

-

“Like this?”

“Oh, well, almost. Let me show you darling.”

Suddenly her hands are on mine, guiding the knife through the vegetables as she stands next to me. 

“See, you don’t need to lift the knife, keep the tip on the board, got it?”

Honestly I barely take any of it in, my heart beating so loudly I was sure Zari could hear it. My skin tingles as her shoulder presses against my arm, my eyes locked on how our hands look together. Her brown skin makes mine look paler, the long nails on her slender fingers making mine look stronger, more masculine. To my dismay, Zari’s hand lifts off mine and she steps back as if suddenly aware of our closeness.

”Now why don’t you try for me?”

For her? I didn’t know her well at all, but everything about her had me wanting to do anything for her. 

So I do as she says, doing my best to follow her advice, my brows furrowing in concentration. I watch as the knife cuts the pepper into pieces, uneven in size. I wasn’t very good at this cooking thing, I should probably consider getting a personal chef. Maybe I could hire Zari and have her cooking for me in a maid dress, or in lingerie. Okay no, I gotta focus.

”There you go, good job Paige,” Zari murmurs, watching closely, her hand coming up to rub my shoulder. ”You’re doing so good.”

I swallow, my throat bobbing. It’s almost embarrassing, the heat between my thighs when I hear her say those words, her praise making my mind spin, her touch leaving fire in its wake. God, I need to get a grip.

���Uh, do I add them to the salad?” I ask flustered.

”Yes! Let me check on the chicken,” Zari smiles, taking the food out of the oven. The smell is making my mouth water, why doesn’t chicken ever smell like that.

”Yo that smells so good,” I groan. ”What spices did you use?”

”A lot,” the girl laughs. ”I can write down the recipe for you?”

”O-okay,” I mumble. The time spent together had only turned me more tense, I was just hoping she couldn’t see it.

”Go into the living room love, I’ll make your plate. Would you like some wine?”

Before I can think, a yes slips through my lips, too discombobulated by the nickname. I didn’t even like wine. 

Cussing to myself in my head, I walk into the living room, eyes roaming the identical furniture to mine. Except hers was neater, and the only decorations in the room a vase of white lilies on the coffee table and a colourful chart hung on the wall. Looking closer I realise it’s a fully colour-coded schedule, every minute planned in advance. Jesus this girl was wound up tight.

I plant myself on the couch, Izara soon bringing me a plate of quite possibly the most delicious looking chicken salad I’d ever seen and a glass of white wine. The dark haired girl sits in a black leather chair facing me.

“Oh my God,” I groan, my mouth full of food. It was delicious. Zari laughs, lifting her glass.

“Cheers.”

”Cheers,” I smile, grabbing the glass, trying to hide the scrunch in my face as I sip the white wine, the bitter taste filling my mouth.

Zari lets out a soft laugh, noticing my expression. ”You don’t like it?”

I shake my head, my eyes still closed. ”I hate wine,”

”Why didn’t you say something Paige? You don’t have to drink it, poor girl.”

I laugh at myself, placing the glass on the coffee table. 

”I dunno man,” I rub the bridge of my nose. 

There’s a moment of both of us chuckling filling the room till it goes quiet again. I recognise a sliver of unsureness on the other girl’s face, something I’d never seen before.

”Can I ask you something?” She asks, voice softer than I’m used to. I nod.

”Did it upset you when I didn’t recognise you that first time I saw you?”

Her bluntness shocks me. I put my fork down, shaking my head. ”No, not at all,” I reply. 

She thinks for a while, putting the plate down on her lap and watching the floor. ”I’m just getting a sort of feeling that you don’t really like me much.”

I’m shocked, confused. Our eyes meet for a moment but surprisingly, she looks away. The way she says it seems lighthearted, casual, like we’re talking about the weather or something.

”Huh? No, not at all Zari,” I say urgently, chasing for her gaze. She meets my eyes, shrugging. From the outside she didn’t seem bothered at all by the possibility of me hating her, if it wasn’t for the way she was fiddling with her golden necklace.

”I don’t quite know how to explain it. You just seem a little uncomfortable around me.”

Okay. Apparently I hadn’t been as slick as I thought. In the midst of trying to hide the little innocent crush I had, I’d come off so cold and withdrawn now Zari thought I didn’t like her. Great.

I sigh, feeling a heat rise to my face. ”Shit Zari, I’m sorry,” I say, knowing there was no other way of explaining my behaviour.

”I’mma be honest, and don’t take this the wrong way. But you’re pretty intimidating.”

She thinks for a while, taking a bite of her food and swallowing before speaking again.

“How come?” Zari asks, tilting her head.

“You seem like a woman who knows her shit, and you got this mad confidence too,” I admit, picking at my cuticles. “You’re also really pretty. So yeah. Intimidating.”

I swear, for a fleeting moment, her face flushes red - but only for a second. Then she laughs and nods.

“Huh, I must work on that,” Zari says more so to herself. I shake my head.

“Nah I like that, but honestly I just feel stupid as hell around you.”

“Well you are American,” she says seriously, but the twinkle in her eye tells me she’s teasing. 

“Alright now, best country in the world,” I grin, making both of us burst into laughter. Zari sips her wine, shaking her head.

“Just to be clear Paige, I do not think you’re stupid,” she hums, meeting my gaze. A look on her face that tells me she’s being genuine.

“Okay, my turn to ask a question then,” I say, leaning back on the couch. Zari crosses her legs in her chair, intrigued.

“Are we playing 21 questions?” She asks, teasing again. “Pretty sure the last time I played this was in uni with this guy who was trying to shag me.”

It’s a tempting idea, but I shake my head swiftly. “Nah, just wanna get to know you.”

“Well go ahead.”

“You’re from London right? What in the hell got you to move to Dallas, Texas out of all the places in the world.”

Zari thinks for a while, looking up at the ceiling and shifting on her chair to get more comfortable.

“I used to work summers at this pub in Leicester Square, All Bar One. It’s horrific, super touristy and the pay wasn’t great,” the girl starts. “And there was this older man who came to London the same week every summer I worked there. He was from Dallas and told me all these stories about it being the greatest city in the world.”

“And you believed him?” I ask amused.

The girl laughs. “No, absolutely not. But then I was uh… well let’s just say going through some stuff and saw a job offer in Dallas and thought of him and took it as a sign I suppose. Not that I believe in signs but.”

I don’t pry, but I do notice the way her right hand squeezes into a fist as she talks, telling me she was really affected by whatever she was talking about.

“My turn,” she says to change the subject. “You miss Uconn?”

Easy question. “Like crazy,” I start. “‘M not used to living alone.”

“The silence right before you go to sleep is the worst,” Zari says, like reading my mind.

“Exactly,” I reply. Our eyes meet for a moment, in a silent exchange. We might be really different, but she gets me. “Miss having friends.”

“Aren’t we friends?” The girl asks, her eyes studying me.

“Are we?”

“I think we are,” she hums. “Or could be, if you’d like. It’s not that I’ve got friends here either.”

I think for a moment, looking at the empty plate on my lap. Friends. That’s all I could want.

“I’d like that Zari,” I murmur. A silence falls over us, now more comfortable than before. 

“Sooo, why haven’t you decorated?” I ask. Zari chuckles and shrugs, looking around the living room.

“I only have a visa for a season. Seems like a waste to start turning this place into a home,” the girl explains.

I furrow my brows, studying her face. “What’s the point of coming here then? If you’re not tryna make it home?” I ask, and my words hit me just as hard as they do Zari. The past couple weeks I had spent moping around, feeling sorry for myself, refusing to move forward. Maybe it was time to accept that this is my home, that maybe I should be trying a little harder to make it so.

“I mean I got some shelves but I realised I don’t have a drill so I can’t put them up,” she says, pointing to the wooden boards leaning against the wall in the corner.

“I got a drill.”

She turns to me, surprised. “You do?”

I nod, feeling proud that I might just get to save her once more. “Yeah, my dad got me a tool set when I moved.”

“Smart man, do you know how to use it though?” Zari questions, making me scoff.

“Of course I do,” I say offended, though I hadn’t used it more than once before. Finally I get up from the couch, grabbing the girl’s empty plate from her. She begins to stand up too.

“Nah, you sit Zari, I’mma put the dishes away and go get that drill, aight?” I say. She looks up at me, eyes wide, surprised, studying my face. Like she wasn’t used to this. Eventually she nods, her mouth stretching into a smile. She’s pleased, I could tell. It made me wanna do more. “I’ll get you another glass of wine too.”

It’s her turn to go speechless, as she hands me the empty glass. I can still feel her eyes on me as I walk out of the room.

-

“Are you sure I can’t help?”

“I got it, sit down.”

“But, are you sure you can keep it str-”

“Zari, please sit down and drink your wine. I got it.”

Letting out a frustrated huff, I plop myself onto the soft couch, resting against the cushions. My eyes are locked on the blonde, her veiny hand wrapped around the drill, the muscles of her back flexing from the strain of holding the shelf up.  

I huff again, sipping on the wine and crossing my legs. I felt useless just watching her like this. I was so used to doing everything for myself, letting someone else work for me felt entirely backwards. Still, a part of me was enjoying being taken care of this way.

Done with the shelves, Paige takes a step back to admire her work. “Uhh, I don’t think it’s straight.”

“What?!” I ask, sitting up to see better.

She turns to me, a big grin on her face. “Kidding.”

I throw a pillow at the blonde, laughing too.

“You’re not very good at that huh?” She asks, dodging.

“At what?” I ask, furrowing my brows.

“At relaxing,” the blonde says, taking a sip of a can of Coke. She’s got a point so I don’t argue. I was wired that way, being tense was part of me, a tightness in my shoulders constantly a reminder of my brain working overtime.

“I’m not the relaxing type,” I answer, standing up to look at the shelves on the wall. I gasp noticing she’s done well, even to my standards. It wasn’t lopsided at all.

“Did I do a good job?” Paige asks as I walk to stand next to her, finishing the last sip of wine.

“Mhm,” I nod, noticing a tingle running up my arm as our hands brush together for a fleeting second. Strange, must be the wine. “You did good, thank you Paige. I owe you.”

The blonde scoffs, leaning close enough for our arms to press against one another. I smell a hint of her shampoo, fruity, apple maybe? Either way, it must have been the closest I had been to a person since me and Jasper called it off.

“You made me dinner, you don’t owe me nothing,” she chuckles. I feel her eyes on me, seeing the way her face is turned to me in my peripheral vision. I could feel my chest heaving, not quite sure why.

Paige points to the colour coded schedule on the wall. I knew it seemed excessive, neurotic even. But it was the only way I got everything done. My life wasn’t easy, far from it. I had always been one to plan, but ever since my break up structure seemed like the only thing keeping my life from falling apart.

“You follow that forreal?” Paige asks, walking closer to the schedule to read through it. 

“What’s the point of having it if I don’t,” I point out, watching as her blue eyes roam the different colours. Shaking her head, she turns to me.

“You ever take a break?”

I chuckle, leaning in to point out the yellow text on the paper. “Yes, I got it scheduled in.”

“It says you should be working right now,” Paige says.

I nod. “I know.” I knew it by heart.

Paige’s blue eyes land on my face for a moment, studying me. I could feel the wine making my cheeks heat up, so I look away, back to the shelves the blonde had put up for me. The idea made my heart flutter, someone doing something like that just for me. Without expecting anything in return.

“Well,” the taller girl grabs her toolkit. “I should prolly head out and let you work.”

I feel a slight disappointment deep in my gut, hoping she would stay a little longer. After all, she was the only friend I had. But I knew what the schedule said. 

Thursday 7:00PM-9:30PM work

So I nod, following the girl to the front door, watching her put her shoes on.

“Thanks for dinner,” the blonde smirks, lids heavy as she looks down at me. My skin burns, I must have forgotten to turn the AC up after work.

“Thank you for the drilling,” I say which makes Paige let out a loud laugh. Realising what I said, I cover my face with my hand, joining her. “I mean, for the shelf.”

“Right,” Paige grins, wiping her lower lip with her thumb. “You ever need help relaxing, I’m right upstairs.���

Her voice is hoarse, deeper than usual. For a moment I think she’s flirting with me, trying to imply something entirely different than one might think at first. But I quickly shake the idea off. That wine really went to my head.

“I’ll see you Paige,” I murmur, watching her go, closing the door behind her.

I stand there for a moment, still a hint of her shampoo in the air. Turning left I eye the kitchen, everything perfectly in place just how I liked it. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had cleaned for me. Jasper always claimed my standards were too high, that it was impossible for a person to fulfill my requirements. But looking at my kitchen now I had no complaints. Maybe there really were people out there that wouldn’t always disappoint me. Maybe Paige was one of them.

My eyes land on the hoodie draped over the back of a chair, navy blue and too large to be mine. I pick it up, looking at the Husky decorating the front, and I know I’m either mad or much more wine drunk than I realised when I lean in and press my nose against it, inhaling the scent, a mix of skin and deodorant and sandalwood. Returning back to my senses, I quickly pull away and neatly fold it, urgently hiding it in my wardrobe and closing the doors. 

“Jesus Izara,” I mumble to myself, making my way to my desk to work, the faint scent of sandalwood still apparent in the air around me.

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𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ━━ S.TODOROKI X READER

SYNOPSIS… In which, Shoto Todoroki youngest son of pro hero Endeavour is forced into an arranged marriage with the daughter of Pro hero/ clan leader, Tajima Uchiha.

INFO… Todorokixreader , ShotoTodoroki x sasuke/madarareader, mhaxnaruto, crossover, OC!!reader, OP!Reader, arranged marriage, slightly angst, character development, uchihaclan, readers looks and personality are based off madara/sasuke uchiha.

OTHER…likes and reblogs are appreciated

MASTERLIST

SHE FELT HIS STARE BURNING INTO THE BACK OF HER NECK. ━━━━ Todoroki sat a few seats behind her as class 1-A were currently on the bus heading to the USJ arena.

“Midoriya, your quirk is a lot like All Might.” The conversation among her classmates had gained the Uchiha's attention.

Her eyebrows raised watching the green haired male slightly panic at the sudden mention of his quirk and all might.

“Wait hold on Tsu, you’re forgetting All Might doesn’t hurt himself, that’s a huge difference.”Kirishima included as he then used his quirk to harden his arm before continuing.

“Still, it’s nice to have a simple augmenting-type Quirk. You can do lots of flashy stuff! My hardening’s strong against others, but it doesn’t look like much.” He complained

“I think it’s a really cool! It’s a Quirk that can definitely pass as a pro’s!” Midoriya reassured Kirishima as his eyes sparkled like a teen fanboy.

Tilting her head backwards leaning onto the seats head-rest. Y/N lowered her eyelids continued to gaze at the green haired male.

She shut her eyes, thinking back to the Quirk Assessment Test they had done 2 days back. Midoriya’s quirk did seem rather similar to All Might.

“A pro’s, huh? But you have to think about popularity as a hero, too, you know.” The red haired boy smiled.

“My Navel Laser is pro-level in both flashiness and strength” Ayoma joined in there conversation clearly finishing for compliments.

“But it’s not that great if it gives you a stomachache, honey.” Mina smirked making other classmates laughed and Ayoma sweat. 

“Well, if you’re talking about flashy and strong, it’s gotta be Uchiha, Todoroki, and Bakugou.”Kirishima pointed at the area of the bus where the three sat.

“Bakugou’s always mad so he doesn’t seem like he’ll be popular, though.” Tsuyu added making the blonde shout fully aware of his anger issues.

“Oh yeah speaking of Uchiha..” Kaminari mentioned turning his body to face the girl as she opened her one of her eyes to look at the boy who called her.

“You’re practically royalty, right Uchiha!!” The male exclaimed eyes sparkling and his smile wide as his cheeks became an obvious pink colour.

His eyes traced the girls movement as her beauty was indeed something he’d never seen before. Her face was elegant as her beauty was the type to make many speeches and threatened.

The Uchiha kept silent unsure what to reply with. She was definitely not royalty. Indeed she was apart of the main family, but that didn’t mean she would consider herself Royalty.

A few others turned around placing their attention on the Uchiha wanting to hear an answer while Bakugou continued to yell.

“Hey, hey!! We’re here. Stop messing around.” Their teacher, Aizawa Shota also known as Eraserhead interrupted, turning everyone’s focus onto him as they became silent.

She was glad she didn’t have to answer that. Y/N looked at the window as she saw the arena in a small distance. As the bus came to stop right before the USJ.

Gasps and whispers were heard as the students had gathered around as they got off the bus. Waiting for them seemed to be the space hero; Thirteen.

“Hello everyone! I’ve been waiting for you.” They smiled, though it was hard to tell since most their face and body was covered with their hero costume.

“I can’t wait to show you what’s inside!!” Walking towards the entrance signalling the students to follow her inside, loud cheers were heard from behind her.

“Woah, this looks like some sort of amusement park.” Kirishima exclaimed as his classmates awed at the sight of the training ground.

“A shipwreck, land slide a fire a wind storm and more.I created this training facility to prepare you to deal with different disasters I call it The unforeseen , Simulation, Joint” Thirteen explained excitedly, posing at the end of her speech to set the mood.

“Shouldn’t All Might be here already, let me guess he booked an interview instead.” Aizawa said walking up to thirteen as they stood in front of the class, having very low expectations of All Might.

“Actually it’s something else.” Thirteen corrected making the sleepy older man raise his eyebrows in curiosity

“Apparently he did too much hero work on the way to school this morning and used up all his power, his currently resting in the teachers lounge.” Thirteen explained thinking back to the phone call they had gotten from the no.1 hero earlier today.

“That man is the height of irresponsibility” Aizawa added face palming. Turning to his class. He believed himself and thirteen should be enough support for the time being.

“Clocks ticking, we should get started” He said not wanting to waste time as he walked away allowing Thirteen to take the lead of the training.

“Excellent, before we get started let me something or maybe two things, possibly three..four, perhaps five.” Thirteen nervously laughed as the students sweated.

“Listen carefully, I’m sure you’re aware I have a powerful quirk called Black hole, I can use it to suck up anything and turn it into dust.” Thirteen began to explain

“Yeah, you saved countless of people with using black hole.” Midoriya added showing his love for hero’s more than ever.

“That’s true, but it very easily can be used to kill, some of you also have powers that can be dangerous.” They mentioned as concern began to appear on the students faces.

“In our super human society, all quirks are certificated, please don’t forget if you lose focus or make the wrong move your powers can be deadly.” It was true what Thirteen was saying was extremely vaild, which is why hearing this caused many to have a heavy heart, in hope they will never have to injure anyone.

“Thanks to Aizawas fitness test, you have a solid idea of your quirks potential and because of All Mights combat training you likely experience how dangerous your power can be when used against people.” Referring back to the students first hero course lessons.

“Carry those lessons over to this class , today you are going to be learn to use your quirks to save people’s lives, after all that’s what being a hero is all about ensuring the safety of others.” Thirteen finished as they had explained today’s lessons with many excited for today’s training.

“Right, now that’s over-” Aizawa was cut off eyes widening with students confused as the lights of the USJ arena had been turned off.

Many began to look around confused off what was going on. There seemed to be no service.

In a distance specially near the middle of the facility where the water fountain sat, a type of portal was revealed. The portal was seemed to be made out of dark fog.

What stood out was at the top of the portal was there seemed to be glowing yellow eyes. What more was a hand was soon emerging from inside the portal

As what seemed to be a male with light blue hair and a hand covering everything on his face besides his right red eye.

“Stay together and don’t move!! Thirteen protect the students!!” Aizawa shouted. It was obvious by his reaction that this was not planned.

“Woah,what is that thing?!” Kirishima pointed towards the portal as a large amount of people with unique appearances and gears were coming out off.

Distinguishing themselves from the rest was a large, black humanoid monster, standing taller than All Might with probably the height of 6,7ft.

He only wore a pair of beige pants and metal knee-pads designed to emulate skulls. His feet and torso are left bare. Although it was easy to tell he was one of the final bosses.

“Wait, did the training start already I thought we were resucing people.” Kirishima said as him and a few other students came forward to get a better sight of things.

“Stay back!! This is real those are villains.” Aizawa informed. Putting on his yellow goggles as his students were now taken over by shock and fear.

A voice coming from the portal was soon heard. “The only real heroes I see are Thirteen and Eraserhead, according to the schedule we retrieved All might should’ve been here too.” Confirming that the portal was indeed capable of human speech and understanding.

“So you scumbags used the press as a cover and sneaked onto campus.” Eraserhead figured as more villains spread around the facility.

“Where is he?? I went through the trouble of bringing so much friends that were so eager to meet him.” The male with a hand of his face muttered now that Y/N had realised it his whole upper torso was covered in hands.

“They want All Might, the great symbol of peace. Maybe if I kill a couple of kids he’ll come out to play.” He spoke as if All might was a type of dog breed.

With those words leaving his mouth, Aizawa’s hair began to float up with his scarf following behind.

“What real villains no way, how could so many of them get into a UA facility this secure.” Kirishima questioned still unable to understand the current situation.

“Yeah Thirteen, why aren’t the alarms going off?” The girl who stood beside Y/N asked. The Uchiha had learned her name was Momo Yagorozu as she also came from a wealthy family.

Not only that but she managed to score 2nd place in Aizawa’s fitness test. Although the Uchiha would never admit it but she had voted for girl when deciding class representatives.

“Good question, I’m not sure.” Thirteen answered their voice soft as ever as they stood in front of the students ensuring all of them stay out of danger

“Is the entire campus another attack or is this there only target. Either way if the alarm senses aren’t being triggered then one of these villains must have a quirk masking their presence here.” Y/N’s eyes widened to hear her fiancée voice coming from behind as he explained his smart theory

“They carefully chose this isolated facility as an entry point when a class is being caught. They’re fools for trespassing here, but they thought this out. Whatever their plan they have a concrete objective in mind, but what is it.” Todoroki finished as a few of his classmates shrieked as he had only made them more scared.

“Thirteen, get them out of here and alert the main campus… actually if they got the ability to jam our main sensors they probably did it to our regular communications too” He sighed

“Kaminari try using your quirk to contact the school.” He instructed turning around to see the boy listen and do as his told.

As Easerhead walked closer towards the tip of the staircase Midoriya interrupted causing the pro to stop in his steps.

“Wait what are you gonna do, you can’t fight them on your own, there’s too many even if you can disable their quirks your fighting style isn’t suited for this.” The green haired boy muttered

“You can’t be a pro if you only have one trick, I’ll leave it to you Thirteen.” He said confidently before turning his head back to the battlefield and jumping down the steps erasing the villains quirks one by one.

“Come on, follow me.” Thirteen called as the space hero rapidly turned to run towards the exit as students followed them needing to guide them away from the villains

Coming from the ground and then shaping into dark fog was the same portal from before as he covered the exit trapping everyone in front of him.

“There is no escape for you.” A masculine deep voice came from the portal. Eraserhead’s teeth gritted as the guy who he thought was the most trouble had gotten away.

“Pleasure to meet you, we are the league of villains. I know it’s impolite but we decided to invite ourselves into this haven of justice to say hello.” He introduced only putting more fear into the students

“Besides isn’t this a fitting place for All Might, the symbol of peace to take his last breath.” It was obvious the wrap figure was taunted them all

Y/N’S eyes stayed glued onto Midoriya as she heard the mention of All Might put more of reaction on him than others. Her mind began to wonder..It may seem crazy but could they really have a connection.

“I believe he was supposed to be here yet I see no sign of him. Oh well no matter I still have a role to play.” The masculine voice only continued as Thirteen lifted their hand and open the index fingers glove compartment getting ready to activate their quirk.

Thirteen was then able to use their quirk as Bakugou and Kirishima had jumped onto the wrapped figure as Kirishima punched him while Bakugou let out a huge explosion.

His explosions smoke than covered the surroundings as their vision was blurred. Due to the large amount of smoke The Uchiha was then forced to activate her sharingan in order to see.

“Did you think we were just gonna stand around and let you rip this place to shreds.” Kirishima said confident they had gotten the villain.

“You live up to your schools reputation but you should be more careful children, others wise someone might get hurt..” As the smoke cleared up they watched the fogged portal reveal himself only to see he was remained untouched.”

“You two, get out of the way right now.” Thirteen shouted to Bakugou and Kirishima as the portal only became larger circling the students and teacher

“ I’ll scatter you around this facility for you to met my comrades and your deaths.” The villain said more sternly as a much of air pressure was coming from his wrap gate.

With Y/N’S sharingan she was able to still see even though the villains wrap hate surrounded each students.

She placed her weight onto her foot to keep her getting swept by the wind pressure. She watched lida make use of his quirk as he grabbed uraraka and Sato and pulled them out the portal using his speed.

Her eyes widened to feel a sudden feeling underneath her as she looked down to see a portal rapidly pulling her down much faster than her other classmates.

she tried moving up although it was quite useless as most her lower body had already been sucked in. Now she could only prepare herself for what’s to come.

[reignseclipse]

Chopping block

Roman reigns x Ziya (OC)

Warnings: objectifying (kinda), smut, daddy if you see this no you didn't!!

@violetmuses @acknowledge-reigns

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Ziya sat on the edge of the porch, the crisp fall air blowing leaves across the ground. Winter was coming. In Montana, that meant the men in the area would be chopping wood for the fireplace, not that she minded at all. Many of them were quite attractive, but there was one who always caught her attention, her neighbor.

Ziya would often find herself watching him in his backyard, swinging the axe against the block he'd set up, the loud grunts he'd make making her squirm in her seat.

Her mom had asked her to go borrow some firewood from him, forcing her to confront the man who's she been subtly objectifying for the last few weeks "maybe you'll get a chance to actually talk to him" ziya's mom smiled.

"mom how long have you known?" Ziya gasped.

"long enough to see you squirming in your seat everytime he swings that axe!" Her mom laughed.

Ziya hid her face in embarrassment "mom!!"

"oh don't be so shy about it! He's a good looking man after all. I can see why you watch him. If I didn't have your father I'd snatch that up to?" She giggled.

"mom!!" Ziya yelled, taken back by her mother's forwardness "I have to go over there you know! I don't wanna slip up and make a fool of myself over simply asking for firewood."

"Ziya, just go over there and ask. You'll be fine, I promise" ziya's mom said with a calmness that made her uneasy.

"mom, what're you hiding?" Ziya questioned, crossing her arms.

Her mother smirked slightly "nothing dear." She walked away, leaving Ziya to her thoughts and to the chore she had asked her to do, knowing Ziya would eventually find out what she had done.

Ziya gathered her thoughts, summoning all the courage she could as she walked out the front door. She walked down the path that led to their neighbors house, hearing the sound of his axe still hitting the chopping block, her thoughts flooded with the sight she's seen earlier today. The sight of him shirtless, sweat dripping down his skin. His muscles rippling with every movement he made. Ziya silently bit her lip when she thought about the noises he was making. Those low, forceful grunts.

"you ok?" A deep voice suddenly pulled her from her thoughts.

She sohn around seeing him standing outside the fence of his back yard, still shirtless.

"oh yeah, my mom needs some firewood." She managed to say, trying to hide her arousal.

"ah, come inside, I'll get it for you" he smiled. Ziya felt her knees give slightly 'get it together ziya's she mumbles to herself.

She walked up the steps of his porch, reach for the screen door and pulling it open. A wave of jasmine hitting her nose when she entered the house, her favorite smell.

She heard a door open, the. His heavy boots as he walked through the kitchen. Ziya's breathing hitched slightly, up close he was far .ore handsome then from afar, a massive tattoo covered his, one of his pics and half his back. His sweat seemed to make it glisten.

"you sure you're ok? You seem- distracted" he questioned.

Ziya snapped out of her thoughts again, trying to regain her composure "oh yeah, I'm fine" she lied, hoping he wouldn't notice. He stepped closer to her, instinctively she stepped back. Each time he took a step forward she stepped back, a seeming wicked dance.

She suddenly felt the wall against her back, realizing she'd trapped herself. A smirk formed on his face "I've seen the way you've been looking at me" he said, his large frame towering over her. His body pinning her between him and the wall. He lowered his lips to her ear "I see the way you squirm watching me chop wood. I could feel your eyes boring into me, not that I mind. I'm quite flattered" he smiled as he pulled away from her.

"I especially notice how you squeeze those beautiful thighs together when I make those noises. What do you think about when I do that?" He asked, a wicked grin forming on his face.

"I-" Ziya couldnt speak, her words were trapped.

He smiled again, run ing his hand along her side "so you think about what I'd sound like while I'm fucking you?"

Ziya swallowed hard. Her head seemed to nod without her permission "y- yes" she said shakily.

He smiled widely "I wonder what other dirty thoughts are in that pretty little mind of yours." He whispered, running his hand along her jawline, before roughly crashing his lips to hers. In a fleeting moment the last of ziya's stoicism vanished, giving way to only desire and need.

Putting her hands on either side of his face, Ziya pulled him towards her, need out out-weighing logic. His hands grabbing her round ass pulled her towards him, needing to feel her against him. Grabbing her by her thighs, he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He pulled away for a moment to walk to the bedroom, tossing her on the bed. Undoing his belt, his jeans dropped to the floor with a thud. Followed quickly by his boxers. Ziya's mouth watered at the man standing before her, lifting her sundress over her head, leaving her only in a red thong.

"on your hands and knees on the bed" he commanded with an authoritative tone.

Ziya bit her lip softly, doing as he commanded, All the anxiety she had earlier seemingly vanished. She felt the bed dip as he got behind her, running his hand over her round ass, and up her back. He snakes his hand into her hair, before pulling her head back "you do as I say, understand?" Ziya smiled wickedly "yes sir" she replied.

"that's a good girl" he smiled back, his erection against her ass. He steadied himself behind her, stroking himself a few times before slowly sliding into her aching core. A deep gasp escaped Ziya, as his size stretches her to her limit. He groaned as he bottomed out inside of her, staying still for a moment to let her adjust.

Ziya nodded her head, letting him know to continue. He started out slow, trying to hold back "fuck, that pussy is so fucking wet for me!" He groaned, slowly picking up pace. Ziya couldn't hold back her moans anymore, her hips seemingly reflexively bouncing against his."you keep doing that and I'm not gonna be able to hold back" he growled, as Ziya kept bouncing against him.

He grabbed her hips, no longer holding back, thrusting into her as deep as he could go. "Fuck!" Ziya groaned "just like that!"

A smirk tugged at the corner of his "you gonna cum baby girl?" He could feel Ziya tightening around him "fuck, the way that pussy is gripping me" he let his head fall back, relishing in the feeling of being one with her. Gripping her hips tighter, he adjusted his angle, hitting ziya's spot with each thrust.

"f-fuck" Ziya groaned.

"that's a good girl, cum on my cock, let go for me." He commanded, ziya's body obeying his words, as he helped her ride out her orgasm while chasing his own. He followed close behind her, his hot seed spilling inside her. His hips stuttered a few last times before he still, releasing his grip on her hips. He slowly pulled out of her, collapsing on the bed next to her. Ziya collapsed next to him, utterly satisfied.

"you were supposed to come over here for firewood" he smiled.

Ziya giggled "yeah but she can wait"

She turned over to face him, laying her head on his chest, as he stroked her hair. A smirk tugged at his lips as he looked down at her, "wanna watch me chop some more firewood?"

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiii :3

I wanna say I absolutely ADORE your story’s about your oc and Bill..maybe if you aren’t taking too many requests maybe you can write about Vierla and Pete?

Maybe in a scenario where they are at a picnic, and they do some lovey dovey stuff <333 (words of comfort, kisses, maybe future wedding talk?—👀)

Would you carry me to the end?

Summary: Valrie and Pete have a quick chat of the future

Word count: 1.3K

TW/CW: none

A/N: MY FIRST REQUEST AAAAAA!! I was so giddy getting this! I hope you enjoy, as I loved writing for her <3

Vierla had been waiting for this evening this whole week. Supposedly, right here in Eltingville, there was going to be a meteor shower, and it’s going to be visible right at the local park.

Wearing a nice polka dot dress and white shoes, she picked up her picnic basket and packed a few nice things they needed.

Right behind, her boyfriend was sweating up a storm carrying some family size chips.

“Why…*heave*…why are we here again?” Pete huffed. His Chucky shirt was soaking, and he could feel his legs giving out.

Vierla chuckled and grabbed Pete’s hand. “Just somewhere special.” She continued to hold Pete’s hand as she dragged him towards the “special spot”

Pete doesn’t remember dating being this involved. Sure, watching those horror movies and seeing the final girl and her love interests pull together was cute he guess, but they’re usually accompanied by blood, guts, screaming, the whole shebang! There was action! Drama! Ladies being ripped apart! This? This was new territory for him.

If you were to ask him last year, he’d be smooching with the most popular girl from Eltingville High, after the laughter had died down, he would punch you right in the face. He isn’t dating material! Hell, his friends couldn’t stand each other, he can’t stand them! What makes you think he’d be willing to smooch over any girls, especially when he considered a-

“We’re here!”

Pete’s track of thought was cut off once he saw the “special spot”.

“Huh…you know, I’ve never been to the park before, so I didn’t know what I was expecting, but this is a nice spot.”

And it was! Surrounded by trees, it had a clear viewing area where all you got was the now yellow-pink sky. The place Valrie chose to sit was right in the middle, where you can even see some flowers start to bloom.

“See? I told you!” Valrie chuckled. She spread the “Evil Dead” picnic blanket before plopping herself down and reaching into the picnic bag. “Made you your favorite.”

Staring in front of Pete was a hoagie with lettuce, tomato and pepper jack cheese. He could already feel his mouth watering as he snatched it from her hands.

Meanwhile, Valrie packed herself a BLT, but she was more focused on getting herself the water she packed for the both of them.

“You know, I saw “Army of Darkness” this weekend.” Valrie began, “And oh my god, it was actually not that bad! Still weird that they decided to transport Ash back in time, but still a really good watch.”

“My question is, what was wrong with the simple setting in the cabin?” Pete questioned, his speech muffled, “Transporting Ash back in time just seems to me the franchise is dead in the ground, and taking the piss on it.”

“Hmmm…kind of. I did prefer the simplicity of the cabin and Ash having to fight the zombies, but this was still an entertaining movie, like “Bride of Chucky”.

That got a hard laugh from him. “Are you kidding? The only good part of that movie was seeing Jennifer Tilly, and even then she was just some stupid eye candy!”

“Hah! Yeah, she really just stood there while teasing a doll. I remember almost laughing my ass off to that scene honestly. Can just imagine the actress being forced to perform for the fool multiple times while the director just watches, making sure she’s doing the moves correctly.”

Valrie and him both chucked at that thought. However, Valrie also noticed her chest tighten up a little thinking about the two of them.

On one hand, for the first time, she found a guy actually interested in her interests. With Pete, she can feel her shoulders relax and not worry about having to play “Miss Perfect” all of the time and just be…Valrie; the girl who loves cheesy 80s horror films.

However, some nights, she stays up in her bed, wondering about the future. Nothing wrong with that, everyone gets scared of the future, especially when it comes to current things. It’s like a puzzle piece; she knows where to place her friends, family, pets, career, education, outfit choice, the works, but where would Pete fit in?

He’s the one piece still on the side. Every time she lifts it, she can feel herself hesitating before dropping all together and thinking about “next time.” She also knows there’s a chance he may be part of someone else’s puzzle completely, and that’s thought just stings her chest.

“Hey, are you okay?” Pete asked.

Valrie snapped back and reached in for the dessert: Black Forest cake.

“Yeah. Just my mind wandering.” She stated. He seemed happy with that answer, as he took a piece of it and started chowing down.

Valrie secretly let out a sigh of relief. Now just for the meteor shower.

5 minutes. 5 minutes before it’s supposed to start.

At this point, the food was majorly gone, the only thing being left was one value size chip, two slices left of the cake and a whole bottle of Sprite.

At this point, Pete was laying his head on her lap, feeling her fingers run through his hair (she notes how it was already thinning at this age). Valrie was simply letting out a hum when she all of a sudden felt Pete shift.

“You okay, Pete?” She asked.

“Yeah…yeah, just thinking about stupid shit.”

“You can tell me.”

“I’m afraid it’s very touchy feely. I don't want to be a sissy in front of you.”

“But you’re not! Pete, you can always talk to me about what’s bothering you.”

Pete took a deep sigh. “You know, my father ain’t too proud of me. All of my older brothers are doing masculine shit, ya’know? Sports, the gym, beating each other up, just like my dad would want, and I want to make him proud, but…”

“…but what?”

“…never mind.”

“No, Pete, tell me. We can talk about it. No one else’s around.”

“I don’t want to burden you with anything-“

“You don’t, so spill it out.”

Pete looked away from her, his eyes just gazing at the green field ahead of him. “I’m kind of scared of turning like my old man. The kind that gave up his whole dream of playing to just raise someone he can’t even look in the eyes for. I don’t want to be that, but I can feel myself looking like him more and more every single day.

“Even in the quietest moment, I can imagine myself in a future where I’m someone who’s lost all ambition in his life and reduces them to the worst moments of it…yelling kids, nagging wife, and me, sipping a beer and just focusing on the worst of the worst…what the fuck I’m saying? Am just talking out of my ass at this point.”

“I don’t think so.” Valrie stated. She stopped brushing his head and started to play with his fingers. She can see the cracked skin and mini scabs littering around the surface area. Not to mention, a band aid that was on his pinky and middle finger.

“I’ve always thought of things being different.”

“Yeah, like what?”

“Well…it starts in the morning. We get up and get ready. You’re working for a company, big or indie, as an FXS artist, and I’m working as a makeup artist. We live in a small studio apartment, no bigger than a closet.

“And we go on with our day. You do your job, and I do mine. You’re sweating your but off in those plasters and spray paint, while I focus on the little details. We just imagine coming back to each other and doing the routine.

“And I have a clear image of one evening; we’re sitting around a table, eating ramen in a cup. We’re watching our favorite cheesy horror movie, and it’s just us….enjoying each other’s company…”

“Wow, ya really positive about the future baby.” Pete admired the thought of that.

“Well, I’m always thinking ahead! Hehe.”

“Just one question babe.”

“Yes, Pete?”

“…do I become bald?”

“You’re not going to like that answer.”

With that, they laughed their ass off, barely noticing the meteor shower had just become, just enjoying the moment between them.

[islandtarochips]

Arthur’s Note: Talofa everybody! I was having some thoughts about my Black Ops OC, named Koa Nikau. Ever since I was done watching the Black Ops 6 Campaign. I was SO hooked up that I wanted to see if I could add Koa in there somewhere. And I also wanted to thank Khushi for helping me to figure it out. Since she also planned for HER OC entering this Universe! (Her Bell OC of course!) And this shows (SPOILER ALERT) after Adler, Sims and Chase had caught and interrogated Gusev. Since they have the lead that the next location is in Vorkuta. So you guys may enjoy reading this! Thank you! Love ya, peles! 😘💖

“Marshall.”

“Woods?”

“I know that you, Sev and Case will handle this mission. To Vorkuta. But I’m having a bad feeling that Jane has something or someone ELSE up from her fucking sleeves.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I…don’t know but I could feel it in my damn guts. I have someone in mind to help you and the others out. Just for backup.”

“Oh yeah? Who?”

“Heh. You’ll see. I just hope that he’ll agree to assist us.”

“...alright, Woods. I’ll accept this extra help.”

“Don’t worry buddy. He’s an old friend of mine. I’m sure he’ll listen to me.”

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Balmoral Military CampTekapo, New Zealand

The sun was rising high above the plains and the mountains. Where the sun had shone down at the plains were soldiers, jogging their way through the fields with big heavy backpacks on their backs. Sweating like crazy under the heat of the sun. Many of them were running together to reach the end of their destination.

And at the end of the line from that destination. Standing two higher officers. A female Lieutenant, named Rui Hehu, standing next to her boss. As she watched the soldiers running. Looking through her sunglasses. “Te ahua nei kua tino pai ta matou tamaiti koura i te arahi i tana kapa. He pai hoki te wa.” She said in their foreign language. Pointing at the man who was leading the group.

Her boss, who is a Commander, had shown a small smile. Commander Koa ‘Hunter’ Nikau. The man who everyone had heard about his mission that he had fought and succeeded. Had also watched them running in through the finish line through his own sunglasses. And saw one man walking towards the team and giving them high five. “Ae ra.” He said softly.

Soon the two walked over to meet up with the soldiers. Before Koa told the Lieutenant to call out their team.

“SOLDIERS! DROP YOUR BAGS AND FALL IN!” She yelled out to them. Making sure that they could hear her.

Seeing the soldiers pile their bags on one side before running up to form a line across. Standing straight as Koa started to walk over with his hands behind his back. Seeing his soldiers lining up and looking straight ahead. 

He passed by them. One by one, watching them from one eye to another. Seeing them not even glancing at him. Which is good. It goes to show him that they RESPECTED him. And that made him proud.

“Alright, listen up.” The Commander said as he continued to walk past them. “For those who are NEW into this camp. I am Commander Koa Nikau. You will address me as Commander Nikau or sir. I am here to train you to become a better soldier. A GOOD soldier.” He kept walking and started to turn his boots around as he stood straight and stared at them. “If you really want to survive through any battles that hit in front of you. You shall listen to me and pay every single detail of what I’m going to train you for. Is that CLEAR?”

“SIR! YES SIR!”

He smiled a bit before he saw one of the soldiers from afar had run up to his Lieutenant. Seeing them whispering something to her. Her expression seemed serious before she nodded and looked at Koa.

He was quiet for a moment when he looked at her eyes. Then he started to look at his soldiers. “Now, go take your bags and get yourself ready for training. In 20 minutes.”

After he dismissed them, he walked up to the Lieutenant before hearing someone calling up to him.

“Commander! Sir!” A young man called out to him.

Koa turned his head before smiling to see him. “Sergeant Haimona Eruera. How may I help you?”

The Sergeant, who is named Haimona, is one of Koa’s BEST soldiers in the team. He had met him after he came back from his mission from the Safe House. His Colonel had introduced this man to him. And he heard his story about joining the army. It was…the same fate that Koa used to be when he was young. And it gave him the heart to have this Sergeant under his wings.

Haimona saluted the Commander before responding. “If I may ask, sir. Do you think I could join you on the next mission?”

His eyebrows went up after hearing that. “Oh…uh…I don’t know, Sergeant. I don’t think you’re-”

“Sir, please.” The Sergeant said as he lowered his arm down. “I have been training for YEARS ever since you brought me under your wings. Which I do appreciate. But I want to prove more and expand my skills.” He respectfully asked his Commander to give him a chance. He heard about his mission from the Safe House and it inspired him so much that he wanted to be trained under him. And even wanted to go on a dangerous mission with him too.

Koa looked Haimona in the eyes. Seeing his eyes fills with determination and he could tell he has no fear to show. That is the kind of soldier that he’s looking for but…there are some missions that Koa went that he doesn’t want this boy to see. Not even wanting him to find out what he was actually doing in the safe house. Some images started to flash into his mind. Remembering some of those old friends of his and some foes as well.

“Haimona…I appreciate your enthusiasm but you’re not ready to go with me. Not yet.”

“But sir-”

“That is final, Sergeant.”

“I know that I’m-”

“SERGEANT.” Rui raised her voice at Haimona while giving him that serious look. “Listen to your Commander. If he said you’re not ready. Then you’re NOT ready. How about you lead the training for him? He has an important phone call with someone.”

Koa turned his gaze at Rui when she mentioned someone calling for him.

Is that what the soldier was telling her? Someone was calling for him? But who?

“Sir, they’re waiting.” The woman said to her boss.

Koa nodded at her before looking back at the Sergeant. “Make sure to go over the stretching routine and start. Alright?” He gently patted his shoulder and left with the Lieutenant and the other soldier.

Haimona watched them leave as he sighed and felt disappointed. But just did as he was ordered to do while being a bit upset.

Koa and Rui were walking side by side with the soldier walking next to the Commander.

“Who are they?” He asked while glancing at the soldier.

“H-He won’t even say his name unless it’s YOU, Commander.”

“He? Sounds suspicious. Don’t you think so?” Rui said as she gave that look of suspicion. Doesn’t even trust this man that the soldier had mentioned. “Do you really want to take this call? I can take over?”

“No. I got this. And I’ll talk with this man, Lieutenant.”

“You’re the boss, sir. I’ll wait out here for a bit while taking a smoke.”

“Thank you. And don’t smoke too much.”

Soon the three had made their way to a small cabin where their communication lines were stored. To contact other bases in New Zealand and in the state. 

The soldier opened the door for Koa and walked right through. While Rui stayed outside and lit up her cigarette. The sound of their boots on the ground had echoed around the hallway and hearing the door closed. He started to follow the trooper up to a machine with the phone handset on the side.

Koa started to sit down and grabbed it before nodding to the soldier to make the contact.

They nodded back at him before pressing some of the buttons. “All set. Contacting him now.”

He waited as he heard the phone start to ring. And once it stopped ringing, someone on the other line answered. So he put the phone against his ear. “Hello?”

“Koa? Is that you?”

The Commander paused for a moment once hearing that familiar voice. He tries to recognize so he continues to interrogate this person. “Who is this? How do you know my name?” Then he started to hear laughter on the other end of the line. A laugh that Koa had remembered from somewhere.

“Hahaha! I thought you might recognize my voice, you old Gorilla!”

That nickname ‘Gorilla’ had gotten his attention as he remembered only ONE person called him that. “Woods?”

“The one and only! And also still breathing!”

Koa started to sigh in relief before laughing a bit. “WOODS! Hahaha! How are you my friend?”

Frank still laughed along with the old friend as he started to clear his throat. “Still living and serving the country, buddy. How about you? How was your end?”

“Things are going good now. Taking care of my own team that I’ve been training with.”

“Oh right. I heard that you’re a COMMANDER now?”

“Yup.”

Frank chuckled softly. “Well, congrats. I should salute you when I see you.” He could hear Koa laughing softly on the other line. Which made him smile a bit. “Hey, Koa? Are you alone?”

Koa looked at the soldier who was standing only inches away from him. He nodded at them to let them know that they were dismissed. They nodded and marched their way out. And once Koa saw the door slowly shut. He went back on talking on the phone. “I am now. What’s wrong?”

Frank sighs softly as he tries to find some words that won’t get on Koa’s nerves. “Listen, I…I know you said to us before you left. To NEVER contact you. But…we really need your help.”

The Commander felt silenced for a moment when Frank had mentioned that. About him telling his ex-team to never contact him before he left that Safe House. He still remembers that anger inside of him when he found out about what Adler had done. Something that he did was UNFORGIVABLE and he would never want to be part of that.

Back at the safe house in 1981. The day after saving the United States from being blown up. That was under the attack of that Soviet Spy named Perseus. It was a winning victory for them since they had found out where Perseus had hid those missiles. And it’s all thanks to that one person who had helped them along the way. The person that Koa had called a close friend or make that…sibling.

But it was already too late as soon as he finally realized what happened to them. Of what Adler had done. It angered him but also saddened. So much trust that person had given to Koa. Has been shattered into millions of pieces.

He couldn’t take this pain and anger much longer. So he quit working at the safe house and came back to the Army. He also told them to NEVER contact him. For he doesn't want to do their dirty work any more.

But here he is. On the phone with an old friend who actually called him for help. 

“......does it have to do with Adler?”

And now it’s Frank’s turn to be silenced when Koa asked him that. The bearded man knows that he and Adler’s relationship wasn’t on good terms ever since that day. So he tried to answer his question CAREFULLY. “Yes. But we’re working together to stop someone before the whole state gets into a fucking WAR or WORSE!”

Koa started to listen to Frank about their mission of trying to stop this group called the Pantheons. For they are going to Vorkuta to collect an object called the Cradler.

“Vorkuta? That’s…pretty far away for me to go to.”

“I know. And that’s why I have to give you an early call. Hoping that you will take an early flight there. The team is setting up and leaving in an hour.”

“Okay. But I don’t get why you forget that I mention NEVER call me when it comes to those CIA bullshits missions. Even with Adler. What’s wrong with your team you have now?”

Frank sighed as he tried to explain. “They might need Manpower for this one in case the mission goes south.”

“What about Sims or Park?”

“Park is busy working with the SAS in Iraq at the moment. She’s not available. Even for Captain Sims who is in Kuwait. In the battle right now.”

“Wait…CAPTAIN Sims? Huh. I thought that he’s going to be more of a tech guy or something.” Koa smiled a bit to hear Frank laughed lightly from the line.

“Nah. He’s actually looking forward to being on the battlefield, Koa. And you may have inspired him to take the step out of the CIA ground. Hehehe.”

“Good for him. But what about Mason? Isn’t he there with you?” Koa then heard a long deep silence from the line. Not even one minute, Frank didn’t respond. Something was wrong. “Woods? Woods you there?”

“U-Uh- Sorry. I um…kinda lost track there.”

After hearing Franks’ unsteady response. Koa knew something was up when he brought up Mason. “Frank? What happened to Mason?”

Another full on silenced from the old tired soldier. Koa can hear him sighed as he could tell that he was rubbing his face on the other side.

“Mason and Hudson…they’re…they’re both KIA.”

This news had suddenly given the Commander a shocking expression. His eyes went wide as he could feel the world around him paused. “W-What? How, Frank?”

Woods had sadly started to explain the mission that he went to. Along with Mason and Hudson. To stop the man named Raul Menendez from pulling up a war that will destroy the world. They were supposed to take him ALIVE but because of Frank’s selfish act. It had causes Menendenz’s anger fueled more after of what he had done to the sister.

Koa kept listening and nodding at every sentence that his poor friend had gone through. It even made him feel pity towards Woods when he explained further.

He started to tell Koa that last mission he went with Mason to kill Menendez once and for all. Had backfired them. One of the men who was Menendez arm’s dealer had tricked Frank. Instead of shooting their main target dead. He shot Mason instead. Koa could feel Frank’s anger and sadness. He could also feel the guilt was rising up from the other line.

“Woods?”

“I should’ve known that the two-time face son of a bitch would trick us!”

“But you didn’t know.”

“Well I should HAVE! Mason was DEAD because of me! Not only that, he also captured his SON with him! And Hudson was there! And you know what happened to HIM?”

“Woods-”

“He got fucking SHOT! Right in front of my fucking FACE! And Dave…the kid…he just saw his dead dad laying there…”

Koa kept being silenced as he waited for Frank to calm down. But then he could hear a sniffle from the line. Is he…CRYING?

“The kid…he shouldn't have seen his own father dead laying there…he was too young to see all of that…”

Those sentences that Frank had said. Had gotten him by surprise. He never knew that Mason had a son. And after hearing that from Frank about the young boy seeing his own father laying dead on the ground. Reminded him of the memories that he used to experience. But it was the opposite. “...how old was that kid? When…When Mason passed?”

“...he was only 7.”

Koa took a deep breath through his nose as he closed his eyes. Feeling that small sharp pain in his chest as he felt so hurt. As a father himself. He couldn’t imagine if his own children would experience that kind of tragedy at that kind of age. Mason’s son was a young boy at that age. Witnessing his own father’s death that is right in front of him. It must’ve traumatized him.

“He’s in a safe place though. Hopefully Menendez won't get to him again.”

“That’s good.” Koa said as he slowly opened his eyes. Just staring at the machines that were working on the phone that he was on.

Soon the two were silenced. For it feels like an eternity between them. But Frank had finally broken that silence as he started to speak.

“Listen, Koa. I’m not telling you this to change your mind. And I know it won’t if it involves Adler. But…we really need your help. I need your help. You are the only person that I know who has the guts and strength to take these motherfuckers DOWN.”

Koa was still in his silenced area as he thought about it. Before he took something out of his pocket. And it shows it was a photo. A photo of a teenage girl with that brightest smile that he could ever see.

His daughter.

He kept looking at the photo while rubbing his thumb over it while Frank was still talking.

“So please. Koa. Can you help us?”

The Commander kept looking at the photo as if in his heart. He knows what to do. “I’ll bring my team to assist me to deal with these Pantheons.”

“Okay okay. Listen, I- Wait what? Really?” Frank was caught off guard after hearing Koa’s answer. “Are you fucking with me right now? Like, you’re actually agreeing to do this? No jokes or serious lectures about that?”

The Commander made a smirk on his lips when he heard Frank’s reaction. “No. I’m not fucking with you, Frank. I’m MARRIED.” He felt pretty pleased to hear him laughing at his humor.

“Hahaha! I KNOW you’re married, you sick bastard! You know what I’m talking about!”

“Yes yes. I know what you are talking about. And yes, I am serious about agreeing to this mission Frank. I’ll be getting my men right away.”

“Hehehe…thank you, Koa. I owe you one.”

Koa softly smiled after hearing that. “No need, Woods. I’m doing this for Mason’s sake. And Hudson. Even though I hate that bald headed bastard as well.”

Frank laughed again but a bit more loudly. “Ha! Yeah, I understand that. And uh…Koa?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sure your dad is really proud of you. And your kid too.”

Those words had suddenly touched his heart as he chuckled softly. “Thank you, Frank. Now, I’ll go and get my boys. And we’ll be there in 22 hours. Will that be a problem?”

“Nope! Not at all! It’ll take a few hours for us to get there. So we’ll see you soon.”

“Alright then, see you there.” As soon as Koa hung up, he took a good look at the photo and smiled softly. “Ka hoki pai au ki te kainga, e tama.” He said in a soft voice before standing up and leaving the room. He opened the door and stepped outside before seeing his Lieutenant just finished smoking her cigarette as she flicked the leftover down to the ground.

“So, who was it?” Rui asked as she stepped on the butt of the cigarette. And looked at her boss while crossing her arms.

“An old friend. He’s asking for help so I accepted. Get our team ready. We’re heading to Vorkuta.” Koa said before starting to walk off. “I’m gonna get our ride.”

Rui’s eyebrows rose when she heard that. Quickly following Koa. She started to feel uneasy about that area. “Vorkuta? As in VORKUTA in RUSSIA?”

“Yes.”

“Sir. I didn’t mean to sound rude or anything about your friend’s request. But isn’t it a bit dangerous for our comrades to participate in this mission? To THAT place?”

“The new recruits will stay. But the one who I trained for. I know they are ready.”

“Even Sergeant Eruera?”

That had made Koa stop as he just remembered about that Sergeant.

Rui could see him hesitated as she sighed. “Sergeant Eruera came in the SAME time and day as the rest of those recruits. Ever since you’ve created this team, sir. And if you say that he’s not ready, then the team is not ready.” She stood firm as she continued reasoning with the Commander. “I’m not saying that they CAN’T do it. All I’m saying is that they are still learning how to defeat the toughest enemies. And THESE enemies that you are sending are much tougher AND stronger than the one that we have faced before.”

Koa slowly looked down to the ground as he listened to the Lieutenant’s words.

She was right. The men that he had trained only knew a few ways of fighting the enemies. And this mission that he’s going to. Is MUCH bigger than what they have experienced. He closed his eyes as he started to think for a few minutes.

“Sir?”

Koa opened his eyes again before glancing at the Lieutenant. Who was showing a concerning look.

“Listen, I never doubted your decisions when it comes to battle. But I also don’t want you to come back with regrets.” Rui said as she kept looking at her boss. Hoping he understands what's going to happen over there. “You have sacrificed SO much ever since you’ve come back from that mission in the state. It really hurts me to see you like that, Koa.”

The Commander sighed as he hated to feel like someone else was right. “I know, Rui. I know the consequences if we ever step into that area. But my friend was asking for help. And I want to help him. And I will make sure that our men will come back in ONE piece. I promise you that.”

Rui shook her head a bit after hearing that answer but smiled a bit. “You truly are a stubborn one, Nikau. And I admired that.”

Koa smiled back at her as he nodded. “Thank you, Hehu.”

“Alright then, I’ll get the boys and explain everything to them but I’m coming as well. Don’t you dare think that I want to miss these fun activities.”

Koa smiled to hear the Lieutenant wanting to join in the fun. “No doubt. I’ll meet you and the others at the plane area in 10 minutes.”

She saluted him and nodded. “Sir yes sir!” Then started to walk off to get their recruits.

While Koa went in the opposite direction, heading towards the building where the planes were at. As he started to think about his decisions.

Will they make it out alive or will they die in that area just to help a friend?

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Fic by: Matriaya

Pairing: Orange Cassidy/Chuck Taylor

You can read on Ao3 here!

They were twenty minutes into the Critical Botch stream when Chuck first felt Orange trace a firm line up the inseam of his jeans. Just a slow scrape of nail at first, starting near his knee and moving upwards towards his dick. He looked over at Orange, making sure to school his face into something resembling calm, and Orange didn’t even flicker. What a bastard. 

ChuckieT: what tf are u doing?

They had to be careful about checking their phones too much during streams where they were all together. Brandon would give them shit for it later.

OC: want u so fuckn bad. 

Chuck was pathetically easy for Orange. Even if Orange hadn’t been trailing a very blatant hand up Chuck’s thigh, he would have gotten hard then. Fucking hell.

ChuckieT: we have like 2 more hrs dude. Chill. 

OC: want u to mk me cum. now. 

And like, Chuck knew Brandon would fucking kill them both for disappearing in the middle of a game. Would kill them if he knew Orange was thumbing over Chuck’s dick through his jeans under the table. Chuck moved his hand slowly under the table with the intention of pushing Orange’s hand away, but changed his mind at the last minute, pressed his own hand over Orange’s chilled one, pressed them both down hard. 

His eyes were hidden behind aviators, but Chuck watched as Orange’s mouth dropped open, watched the pink snake of tongue flicker out across his bottom lip. 

“Gonna grab more drinks, man,” Chuck said to Brandon, making himself sound as casual as possible, hoping his voice didn’t fucking crack. He’d come up with some bullshit excuse about not being able to find ice or whatever later. Left Orange on his own devices. Sorry, more than a million people viewing the stream. He held his cup in front of his crotch as he slid out of the camera shot, and disappeared out into the hallway.

He knew where to meet Orange without asking.

Fuck, they had to be fast. He was through the door of the locker room and pacing the floor, fingers twitching by his sides. He should be pissed. He should be anything but crazy about Orange. 

Yet here he was. 

It would be pathetic, was pathetic, except he had electricity thrumming under his skin that he needed to burn off, and couldn’t worry about little things like how pathetically into his boyfriend he was. 

Orange came through the door fifteen seconds after he did. Chuck didn’t even give him time to close it fully.

“Oh, fuck you,” he gave a little half laugh, and pressed Orange up against the door of the locker room. It latched shut behind him as he hoisted Orange up, felt his legs snap around him. 

“Gotta be fast,” Orange’s words got trapped between their lips, muffled and warm. 

“This is your fault,” Chuck growled, even as his hands pressed bruises into Orange’s hips. He juttered his hips forward, once, twice, not letting Orange up for air. Orange moaned, this high and thready sound that Chuck could feel against his tongue. It smelled like sweat in the locker room. Like laundry that hadn’t been done, and too many layers of bleach. This wasn’t the most inviting of hookup spots, but Chuck didn’t care. Didn’t care about a single goddamn thing except the way Orange blinked up at him, desperation making his pretty eyes go wide. 

“Fuck,” Chuck released his grip on Orange, setting him down only long enough to body him further up against the door and make a long line between the two of them. “Fuck, Orange, how are you like this?” 

Orange didn’t always ask for stuff like this. He loved sex. Was almost always game for whatever Chuck felt like adding to his sexy bucket list, he just didn’t always initiate. He was lazy. The biggest pillow princess Chuck had ever been with, and most of the time Chuck fucking loved that. He loved this too, though. Orange in his arms, desperate and vibrating. Orange sucked on his lower lip, and it sent sparks all the way down to his dick. 

“We gotta be fast.” He made himself take a step back. Yeah, they were up against the door and would know if  anyone tried to come in, but Brandon was expecting them back on stream ASAP. But no way was he letting Orange go without making him cum. He didn’t even care if he got off. Only Orange. Always Orange.  Chuck shoved a hand down past the waistband of Orange’s pants, into his briefs, wrapped around his dick. 

“Jesus, man, you’re already leaking for me,” he whispered. Every syllable held awe. Orange whined then, wrapped his arms around Chuck’s neck and used him as leverage to fuck up into Chuck’s hand. Chuck sank the fingers of his other hand into Orange’s hair. The mousse was sticky against his skin, and Orange would come away with this looking like he’d stuck his finger in an electrical socket.

Good. Let Brandon’s streamer following know that Orange Cassidy got manhandled all to hell. 

He worked Orange over fast. Kept his grip tight, almost too tight, but he knew it would make Orange’s whining go up an octave and he really fucking liked it when that happened.

“Coulda waited until we were home,” he couldn’t keep a smile off his face. “Coulda really taken you apart then.” 

“Didn’t want to wait,” Orange choked out. “Shit, Chuck, that’s…” The telltale red flush dipped below his white t-shirt. “God fucking-” 

And he shook apart. The most beautiful galley in a squall, falling absolutely to pieces in Chuck’s arms. Chuck leaned forward and pressed a kiss against Orange’s forehead, stained his lips with the salt and sweat.  

Later, he would be able to take his time. This was foolish, not at all professional, but as Orange leaned up, still trembling, to kiss him gently on the mouth, Chuck knew it would always be worth it. He’d risk everything for Orange. 

Chuck already knew there was a text from Brandon on his phone, wondering where the hell they had gone. He washed his hands, splashed some water on his face, and grabbed a bottle of water out of his locker.

“You’re a fucking mess,” he grinned over at Orange. Orange stared at himself in the mirror, dabbing a wet paper towel on his face and trying to get the red to go down. It wasn’t working even a little.

“I’ll cover for you,” Chuck called as he headed towards the locker room door. “Hurry the fuck up though. Lil red hunk!”

Orange’s laughter followed him out into the hall and kept him grinning all the way back to the studio. 

(Brandon knew.)

(The whole fucking internet knew.)

(Chuck still didn’t care.) 

[beepbeepinthecorner]

Hey everyone meet my new Thrilling Intent sona/oc! He goes by Bal because Borbal is a hideous name. He’s pathetic. He relies on people mistaking him for a wizard so that they’ll be really surprised when he starts throwing knives.

I’m still futzing with his backstory but the basics is he is Alarani, got fucked over by the Alarani, fled Alaran, and is now trying really hard not to get his shit kicked in.

I figure If he met the gang they would fight initially so we could have the funny moment later where Markus Gregor inexplicably consider him a friend after fighting him once.

Conversations I have imagined him having, if you will indulge my cringeness:

-Gregor: “Do wizards normally throw this many knives? I’ve fought a lot of wizards and I feel like there’s usually less knives.”

-Bal: *sweating bullets and bleeding profusely* “They’re warning knives, better not stick around to see what terrible magics I have..!”

-Markus: “Really very common wizard tactic frankly I’m surprised you don’t recognize it Gregor.”

_____

-Ashe: “So you’re… NOT, a wizard..?”

-Bal: *forlorn sigh* “No… I just dress up as one in hopes that people won’t mess with me…”

-Ashe, visibly doubtful: “Does that… actually work?”

-Bal: *with shame* “Better than you might think, but hardly enough to make it worth it.”

_____

-Ashe: “That sounds… kind of depressing.”

-Bal: “That’s life in Alaran. You get beat in the streets for your diminutive size, so you pretend to be a wizard and get beat slightly less.”

-Gregor: “I’ve been there buddy. -Not really the dressing up as a wizard thing, but the beatings in the streets thing. It builds character. :o)”

-Bal: “Yeah, this guy gets it.”

_____

-Markus: “My gods, what a cowardly and deceptive strategy!” (/pos)

-Bal: “I was raised in Alaran, all I have are my wits and my cowardly deceptions!”

-Thog: “And an almost impressive amount of debt to Meadshire.”

-Bal: *deflated* “That was.. mostly beyond my control..”

_____

*After getting on good terms with the gang, about to meet some of their friends*

-Bal: *spots Thog and immediately ducks behind the nearest objects to hide*

-The gang: “???”

-Bal: *hissed whisper* “OH MY GODS. You didn’t tell me you’re affiliates of Meadshire!!”

-Ashe: “WH-“

-Bal: “I am at least 80% sure you legally have to disclose that..!!!”

[pez-futurista2000]

sooooo, i'm finally getting a hold of my oc stuff, doing actual drawings and organizing information on templates so here is my very first (official) oc post: Here is Ra (I put his first design along with his colored design, the pencil one is like 8 years ago)

my beloved guy. He is a queer teenager living in a small mexican town by a river who loves the sun, his friends and comfy headbands. They are aroace and identify as demi-boy but his identity fluctuates between masculine and I-don't-know-I-don't-care so just usually uses the term: queer. Uses mostly he/him because it is kinda difficult to use they/them pronouns in spanish and he doesnt cares so much to go through that many difficulties BUT is very proud and keeps his identity odds as something very private and complex, also likes to experiment with their gender expression from time to time.

They have a very tired expression most of times because insomnia but is mostly kind and cheerful but in apparently languid way. Its also a person with little tolerance to cold and sensitivity to loud sounds which makes him rarely leave his house (lives in a two floors house, their family runs the town's convenience store, which is basically the first floor of the house). Oh yeah, he also sweats a lot.

[lazywriter-artist]

I have been tagged smh smh— looking at you @systembug

Currently watching: eerrrmmm— sweats in man who can’t start series last I was trying to watch was my rewatch of cells at work (I Lurv Lurv Lurv it so much 🥰🥰🥰) and was trying to start the ace attorney anime (also lurv a lot) & I think rewatch one punch man or maybe assassination classroom—

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: probably sweet and savory depending on the mood, not the hugest spicy fan but I will sometimes enjoy it also :3

Relationship status: currently single and not really looking to mingle 👍 traditional relationships don’t tend to be my bag for many reasons (aro/Ace spec moment B>) but I do love having some homies to vibe with o7

Current obsession: warhammer— oh god warhammer- ya guys don’t understand man— I have so many ocs I haven’t posted it’s so bad- / pos I just Lurv it so so so much 🥺🥺 would kill for warhammer- chewing on my space marine figures so so so so so much arghhh (also yeah in the span of like 3 weeks I bought 5 action figures for warhammer bc I am in fact obsessed) the irls and non-warhammer mutuals fear when its name is mentioned /J

Last thing I googled: Military nicknames

For some ideas for some guardsmen ocs ^w^

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[somanyratsinthewalls]

Burning Hearts Chapter 12

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: *SLOW BURN BUT THE MATCH IS SO LIT* You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

WC: 2600

Taglist: @cottoncandyloverrrr @zoros-fourth-sword @nothing-but-brass

Burning Hearts Chapter 12: Acts of Service

— — 

Training was on hold again.

The majority of the Heart Pirates had fallen ill with the stomach flu, leaving you, Law, and Bepo the only ones in normal physical condition. Law had attributed your collective good health to your immune systems and the fact that Bepo wasn’t a human. Whatever the reason, you were just happy you weren’t retching over the toilet every 20 minutes. 

You were at the stove most of the morning, simmering chicken and beef stocks to try and replenish the crew’s electrolytes. 

“I don’t know how many more puke buckets I can clean… didn’t you say the captain was working on some sort of medicine for this? I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get this smell out of my fur…” Bepo comes lumbering into the kitchen wearing a comically large pair of yellow rubber gloves. 

“He’s been at it since last night.” You sigh as you stir the large pots on the stovetop. “He’s going to work himself sick and then it’ll just be the two of us.” 

“He better hurry up then, Penguin’s so pale it looks like he’s been lost at sea for weeks, and Uni sweat all the way through his mattress, so that’s ruined, and Ikkaku has been asleep for 20 hour I’m starting to think she might be dead! And-“ 

“I’m sure Law will figure it out, he always does.” You say as you throw your dish towel over your shoulder. 

Moments later, the metal door to the kitchen swings open and Law comes in with a tray of syringes, rubber gloves, and alcohol pads in hand. He looked out of breath and exhausted, but he managed a small, tired smile. 

“I got it. This should fix everyone by tomorrow.”

“Oh thank goodness, Captain! I’m so tired of smelling like barf. Should we administer the medications now?” Bepo asks with a sigh of relief. 

“Yes, come with me.” Law nods towards the door and the two take their leave to give the ailing crew their medicine. 

You smile and sit down at the kitchen table with your cup of tea. You relax into the chair and sip your tea after cracking your sore neck. There was an overwhelming sense of relief that washed over you, now that things can go back to relative normalcy here on the base. Realizing how much work you still had to get done, you finish your tea and head to the sink to clean up the dishes. 

“Hey.” You hear a familiar deep, tired voice from behind you. You jump a bit. 

You turn around as you wipe the last of the pots and pans dry. 

“Hey back. You jabbed everyone already?” You ask. 

“Yeah. Everyone should be fine by tomorrow.”

“Good. You look wiped, you should get some rest.” 

“I just might… and you? You’re not exactly fresh as a-“ Law begins to smirk.

“Don’t! Don’t say it. You’re not funny. And as much as I would love to relax for the rest of the afternoon, the garden is overrun with weeds due to neglecting it for your sickly crew members. I’ll probably be up to my ears in dirt for the rest of the day.” You sigh and take off your apron. 

“And if I helped you?”

“…what?”

“In the garden. Would it take less time if I helped you with the garden?”

“I… I mean yeah, but I doubt you’d enjoy doing the weeding…” You chuckle and go to grab your gardening gloves and a few buckets for the discarded weeds. 

“Well, if we both work a bit more, we can take the rest of the night off. It doesn’t seem fair that only one of us can rest tonight.”

“Yeah but you were up all night making the vaccine and-“

“You were in here with Bepo making food and scrubbing vomit off the floors… and the walls from what I hear…”

You shudder after being reminded of your harrowing past 48 hours. 

“Fine. I’m heading out there now. Grab some gloves and roll up your sleeves.” You smirk as you chuck the spare gloves at Law’s exposed, tattooed chest. 

— — 

Law looked very silly in a pair of green gardening gloves. They stuck out like sore thumbs against his lightweight blue summer jacket. 

“Ok rookie! I’m going to take care of the flowers since they are sensitive and require someone who knows what they’re doing. You sir, will be weeding the vegetable beds!” You push a plastic bucket into Law’s hands and walk towards the rose bushes. You begin preening your prized pink roses when you notice Law still standing yards behind you where you had left him. 

“… Something wrong?” You holler over your shoulder. 

“I… Uh, what do the weeds look like?” Law stares at the bottom of his bucket as he calls back to you awkwardly. 

“Gods… you are the dumbest smart person I’ve ever met…” You rise from your knees in the dirt and approach Law. You pull him by the jacket sleeve over to the carrots and broccoli that were growing in your vegetable beds. 

“Here.. Look.” You crouch down on your knees. “Anything that looks like grass, dandelions, or anything with spiky leaves like this milkweed…” You grab hold of an overgrown leaf that was strangling your poor little cauliflower. “This needs to go.”

You look back up to Law who was still standing next to you. 

“Make sense?”

“I think so.”

You rise to your feet. 

“Great. Hop to it, little bunny!” You smack his shoulder harshly and head back to your rose bush. 

Law sighs and drops to his knees, beginning to dig his gloved hands into the dirt. 

— —  

After a few hours, you finish tending to the rest of the garden and decide to check on Law’s progress with the produce. You approach him from behind and begin to notice the skin on the back of his neck. 

“Hey you, how’s it going- Oh my gods!” You exclaim. 

“What? What is it? Are you hurt?” Law jumps up and turns to face you. 

“Not me! The back of your neck! It’s so red! You’re sun burnt as shit!” You grab his shoulder and turn him around and inspect his neck further. You pull at the collar of his jacket with your two fingers, peering further down his shirt. 

“Shit you even burnt through your jacket. You pasty mother fucker… Go inside. I’ll cut some aloe and bring it to your office. Hurry, get! Before you turn into a crispy slab of bacon.” Law nods wordlessly and heads inside the base. 

You quickly grab your shears from beside your rose bush and haul them over to your giant aloe vera plant that sat happily in a large terracotta pot in the middle of the garden. 

“Sorry my baby, I’m gonna need a few of these… he’s torched pretty bad…” You whispered quietly to your plant as you cut its thick leaves and stick them under your arm. 

— — 

You head through the base with several long aloe leaves tucked in your armpit and a clean white tee shirt from the laundry room. You arrive at Law’s office door and push in without knocking. 

“Alright tomato boy, let’s get you fixed up.” You sigh as you walk in and plop your supplies down on the couch. You sit down next to the leaves and pat the spot next to you. “Come here.”

Law rises from his desk slowly and makes his way over to you. He turns his back to you as he sits down next to you on the leather sofa. 

“This might sting at first, okay?” You squeeze the aloe leaf from tip to tail, releasing its sticky goo out into your palm. 

“hmm.” Law nods. 

You begin applying the gel to his bright red neck.

“Fuck!” Law lurches forward and exclaims. 

“Hey, I said it would sting for a second! Relax… some warlord you are…” You giggle as you rub the gel into his skin. 

“Watch it…” Law warns. 

“What? I’m not the doctor that went out without sunscreen on an 85 degree day… Now I need you to take this off, I have to do the rest of your back or it won’t heal.” You tugged at the shoulders of his jacket. 

Law hesitates. 

You sense his unease. 

“Hey… it’s okay. It’s just me.” You chuckle. “Shit, you’ve already seen me naked anyway, this shouldn’t be a big deal.” You laugh remembering how he set nearly all of your bones back together months ago and sewed up your injuries from the landslide. 

Law sucks in a breath. He slides his jacket off his shoulder revealing his bare back. His skin was a shade of bright red excluding the large black tattoo of his Jolly Roger which you had never seen before. You can’t help but trace it lightly as you apply the sticky gel from your fingertips. 

“I didn’t know you had this one. It suits you.” You lower your voice as Law flinches away from your touch. 

“t-thanks… I didn’t realize I was burning this badly…” 

“It’s okay, happens to the best of us. I guess I should have realized how little time you spend out in the sun…” Law flinches against your fingers again as you rub more aloe into his skin. “You’re… you’re not really used to this, are you?” You inquire. 

“Used to what?” Law asks. 

“People touching you. I can tell. I do the same thing. Different reasons, I guess.” 

Law didn’t reply, only breathed heavily. There was a long silence. You continued slathering aloe gel all over Law’s sunburn, the flesh searing hot under your fingertips. 

“Gods, dude, you have a knot the size of the moon back here. Want me to get it out?” You dig your thumb lightly into the bulging, painful-seeming knot in his mid-back. 

Law scrunched his eyebrows in pain as you gently worked out the kink. “Shit, that fucking hurts.” He grits out. 

“I know, but I promise I can get it out and you’ll feel much better.” You say softly. 

Law grunts. 

“Do you trust me, Law?” You lean over his shoulder to ask more closely. 

Law hesitates. 

“Yes.” 

You smile. 

“Alright, deep breath in-“ You jam your thumbs into the knot and start pressing hard circles into it. 

“Fuck!!!” Law cries out. 

“I know, I know, it’s almost out.” You coo as you add more aloe to smooth the glide of your hands against his skin. Law continues to sigh and tense under your touch as you work to deftly relieve the tension in his back. 

“Ahh, shit.. where did you learn to do this?” Law asks through clenched teeth. 

“Oh this? My friend Usopp, he’s a nervous wreck, carries all his stress in his shoulders. Since our doctor has hooves, he isn’t exactly the best at working out muscle tension. Somebody had to pick up the slack, I guess.” You rub harder into the knot. 

“Nnng, fuck.” Law groans as the knot is so close to giving.

“Just a bit more, you can handle it.” You feel Law suddenly inhale sharply as soon as the words leave your lips. 

“You alright?” You withdraw your hands. Law looks down at his lap. 

“I-… Uh yeah. Keep going. I think it's almost gone.” 

“Right.” You continue your ministrations. “You know if you weren’t always sitting hunched over like a gargoyle, you might not have this problem.” You chide. 

Law couldn’t help but laugh. 

“I guess my posture leaves a little to be desired…” Law smiles. “Hey that’s much better, actually…” 

“Actually? You’re surprised I know what I’m doing?” You lean back and pull your hand to your chest and feign being wildly offended. 

“No it's not that, I mean-“ Law scrambled to try and make a recovery. 

“I’m just teasing.” You grab the folded white shirt and hand it to Law. “This should help the aloe absorb into your skin. You’ll be good as new in a day or two. Frankly, you might even be a little tan for once.” You say jokingly. 

“Whose shirt is this?” Law says as he unfolds and holds up the garment. 

“It was in the laundry room, it had to be one of yours. It isn’t a 6XL so I assumed it isn’t Bepo’s. Now shut up and put it on before anyone else gets stunned by those milky white washboard abs.” You wink. 

Law blushes deeply before he pulls the white tee over his head.

“Sorry I got so burnt, we could have gotten more done if you didn’t have to-“

“Hush now.” You interrupt. “We got far more done than if I had just been out there myself. Thank you for helping. It really made my life a lot easier. I appreciate it a lot. I’m just sorry you got toasted like a marshmallow in the process.” You look at your lap as Law turns to face you on the couch. 

“I can handle it.” 

“I know you can.” You smile again.

A few moments of awkward silence go by without making eye contact. 

“Daisy…”

“Yeah?” You look up. 

“Before.. when I.. um… You know that time from before when… and we… and I-” Law chokes and trips over his words.

“When you kissed me?” You raise an eyebrow. 

“Yeah, that...” 

You smile at him softly. 

“What about it?” You ask. 

“Could I… Could I ask to try again? Properly, this time?” Law is still staring at his lap nervously. 

“What are you asking me, Law?” You cock your head to the side. 

“Can I kiss you?” Law spits out as he finally meets your gaze. 

You barely needed a second thought.

“yes…” You say quietly as you shuffle your body closer to his. 

Law lets out a heavy sigh and cups your cheek with a trembling hand. You eyes close and eventually your parted lips are met with Law’s as he draws you in to a gentle kiss. This time the kiss wasn’t frantic and rushed, it was soft and tentative. After a few moments of the briefest of touches, you begin to move your lips against his slightly chapped ones. It was clear he was following your lead, letting you have control of the situation. You bring your hands up to lace behind his sunburnt neck and pull him deeper into your mouth. He grunts softly at your touch and continues to try and match your movements. 

Law uses his free hand to grab at your waist, index and middle fingers slipping up your shirt unintentionally and gripping at your bare skin. You sigh at his calloused touch. He wasn’t a good kisser, but nothing you couldn’t fix with a bit of practice. You begin to tangle your fingers into the coarse hair at the base of his neck and ready yourself to swing onto his lap when-

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Startled, you pull back from each other and look towards the door. 

“Captain? The fire alarm is going off, I think Shachi tried to use the stove again!” 

You hear Bepo’s nervous voice from the other side of the door. 

“God damnit…” Law whispered. 

You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Well, we should probably save the base from burning down.” 

Law rolls his eyes. 

“What else is new.” He bemoans as he slips his jacket back on.

— — 

*Author's Note* HI Y'ALL HERE WE ARE. They like like each other hehehehehe. Thank you guys so much for reading and interacting with the story, it makes my day every time I get a notification that someone commented on it! Please feel free to let me know if you want to be on the tag list or have an idea for a chapter! Love y'all!

[peachesyeo]

so i have this fic that i wrote the first chapter for and just threw it somewhere in my drafts. i hope you guys would tell me what you think about this. if you guys feel that it's okay i'll continue this once i end 1117. if i end 1117. and little fourteen. hehe.

for more info, it's a yandere alice in wonderland au with ateez and my original female character. yeah it's kind of dark.

💌 parings: yandere!ateez x female!oc

💌 genre: alice in wonderland au, yandere

💌 contains: suggestive, strong language, seonghwa is 'alice', yunho is the 'white rabbit'.

💌 word count: 2k words

"fuck, i want to breed her with my kittens the moment i saw her."

— j.yh

Kyu hate these kinds of parties.

She sighed, watching as these hypocrites of the upper class gathered around, in their fancy dresses and suits. She snorted as she saw her cousin gossiping with her supposed 'friends', giggling and hiding their faces behind their fancy fans.

Illusion is a beautiful city, but too bad there are so many stuck-up snakes hanging around the place.

"Kyu!" Kyu turned at the mention of her name, to see her mother and father, standing near a well-dressed gentleman. Kyu sighed inwardly, walking over to her parents. "Mother, Father."

"Here, Kyu." Her father signalled for her to stand between them, and Kyu gave the gentleman a small and polite courtesy. He looked around her father's age, wearing a grey tailored suit and a monocle on his left eye. "This is my old friend and the one who organised this party, Uncle Park."

"Nice to meet you, Uncle Park." Kyu greeted, while Uncle Park smiled, giving a slight bow. "Likewise." His eyes crinkled kindly as he scanned Kyu. "The last time I saw you, you were still a toddler, and Hwa was so fond of you… Do you reckon he would recognize you?"

Kyu frowned slightly, not finding the name familiar in any way. Mister Park seemed to see her confusion, and before she could speak, he had already called out for someone afar. "Hwa! Come here!"

Kyu followed his gaze, and her heart started to pick up speed. He made his way to them, adjusting his gloves as he stood beside his father. "Father, you called?"

"Seonghwa, remember your Uncle Han and his wife?" Mister Park gestured to Kyu's parents, and Seonghwa nodded, giving Kyu's father a bow, and taking Kyu's mother's hand, kissing them gently. "It's been a long time, Uncle and Auntie Han."

He spotted you, and he smiled. "And hello, Kyu." He bowed politely, as Kyu curtsied back to him.

"We'll leave you two youngsters around, we got something to discuss here…" Kyu's father said, as Seonghwa held out a gloved hand to Kyu. "Shall we?"

"Of course. See you, Father, Mother." You took his hand. Seonghwa gave his father a slight nod, as the middle-aged gentleman waved his son off. Seonghwa leads Kyu towards the garden, away from the party.

Comfortable silence fell between them, but Kyu swore her palm was sweating.

She's holding hands with a man.

Wait. No.

She's holding hands with an attractive man.

"You know, you have grown up a lot," Seonghwa said as both of them walked towards the fountain, cutting off Kyu's own talking in her head. "I remember you running after me, asking me to carry you."

"Oh." Kyu's face blushed. "I don't remember much of that…" She said. Seonghwa's form stiffened slightly, but before she could notice, he relaxed again; the corner of his lips raised in an attractive smile. "It's alright." He tilted his head slightly, reluctantly letting go of Kyu. "But you used to call me Hwa oppa… It's weird seeing you being very polite with me."

Kyu's face has proceeded to burn. Her younger self chasing around this handsome man, calling him by an intimate title?

Wow, she wants to turn back time and praise her younger self.

"Hwa… o-oppa?" Kyu almost bit her tongue for stuttering. Seonghwa's smile widened, and he nodded. "That's right, Kyu." His voice was soft. "That's right."

They stayed in silence for a while, until Seonghwa broke it again. "I want to show you something from our childhood. But if you don't remember me, I doubt you remember it too."

He offered a hand to Kyu, who took it. She didn't know why, but she just couldn't seem to refuse Seonghwa's offer when she looked into his captivating eyes. The man pulled her along, deeper into the garden. Kyu didn't know how deep they were in, nor did she know where Seonghwa was leading her to, but strangely, her normally sharp mind seemed to be clouded with strange giddiness.

Seonghwa stopped in front of a large willow tree, and stepped into the bush. He beckoned Kyu to follow him, and she raised the hems of her skirt gingerly, also stepping into the bush. Seonghwa kneeled down on one knee, lifting up a small vine on the bark of the tree.

Kyu gasped. There was a large hole, enough for both of them to fit into. She looked towards Seonghwa, who seemed to be amused at her expression.

"While you were younger, I brought you here. I wanted to bring you down with me, but your parents arrived and you have to leave early." Seonghwa said, tilting his head slightly to the hole. "So I went down to this place myself. And you won't believe what I see."

"What did you see?" Kyu was intrigued. Seonghwa merely raised a hand to the hole.

"Ladies first?" He said, sending a charming smile by Kyu's way. Almost as if she was mesmerised, Kyu walked towards the hole, peering down at the darkness below.

"Don't worry, and trust me. It would be an adventure." Seonghwa's voice reassured her from behind, and with his help, Kyu stepped into the hole.

And from there, she fell.

"..Kyu? Can you hear me? Kyu! Wake up!"

Kyu hissed in pain as she felt someone grip tightly onto her shoulders, shaking her repetitively. She opened her eyes, and the figure of Seonghwa appeared. She groaned, feeling a sharp ache behind her head. "Ow…"

"Here." Seonghwa sounded relieved as he helped Kyu up. "We had a nasty fall…"

"Where are we?" Kyu asked, her fingers reaching to the back of her head to feel around. Thankfully, there was no blood, only a slight bump.

"In the place I wanted to show you." Seonghwa said, as Kyu finally looked around at her surroundings. Her eyes widened, and she was in disbelief.

She was standing with Seonghwa in a luminant forest, with trees and flowers way bigger than her. They glow in the dark, purple, blue and green all around, and Kyu gasped. "Where's this place?" She questioned, looking down at her dress to find them slightly stained with dirt.

"This," Seonghwa put a gentle hand on Kyu's shoulder. "Is Wonderland." He looked around them. "And he might show up in just a moment."

"'He'?" Kyu didn't understand Seonghwa. She felt as though she was in a dream, a dream that felt so real her head was aching like hell. "Who are we waiting for?'

As her question falls, the nearby purple and green bushes rustled. Kyu jumped, holding on tightly to Seonghwa, who grabbed her waist protectively, both looking towards the direction of the noise.

"Oh dear, oh dear, I'm late, I'm late!" A man emerged from the bushes, as Seonghwa relaxes. He didn't let go of Kyu's waist though, as she scanned the newcomer, alert.

He was tall, towering over both Seonghwa and Kyu. Two white bunny ears perked up on his head, and his hair is grey, combed and parted neatly. He was wearing a white and red suit, with red boots on the ground. His gloved hand holds a watch, and he halted in front of both of them.

"Yes, you are fairly late, Yunho." Seonghwa sighed, as the stranger glanced from him to his watch. His eyes landed on Kyu, and it seemed to turn larger until it almost popped out of his head. "Sorry, got caught up, hyung has orders… Hello there, tiny… Alice hyung, is she her? Oh dear, I'm so sorry for being late…"

Kyu blinked as the strange rabbit man rambled on and on. She looked towards Seonghwa, and the male shurgged, giving her a wink. She giggled quietly to herself, as the rabbit man stopped at once.

"Relax, Yunho. We've just arrived anyways, you're not that late." Seonghwa said, as the man named Yunho sighed in relief, a hand over his heart. "Thank the Kings, you won't tell them, would you, Alice hyung?"

"I told you to call me Seonghwa hyung, Yunho." Seonghwa sounds tired, but Yunho had already turned his attention to Kyu. Without warning, he leaned in, sniffing the girl. She recoiled slightly, moving into Seonghwa's chest. Yunho's ears twitched slightly, and he smiled, holding out a hand.

"Hello, my name is Jeong Yunho, you can just call me Yunho." He said rather happily, as Kyu shook his hand hesitantly. "I'm the advisor to the Red King, as well as the counselor in the White King's court… I've heard so much of you from Alice- I mean, Seonghwa hyung…"

"Um, nice to meet you." He said all these so fast, Kyu could barely make sense of his words. Nevertheless, she reached out and shook his hand. Yunho beamed, pulling her out of Seonghwa's arms and using both his hands to clasp her own.

"No, I have to say, the honour and pleasure is all mine… But look at the state of you, tiny, you should look presentable for the audience later." He twirled her around, frowning at the sight of dirt on her dress. Seonghwa crossed his arms, his stance relaxed.

"I was thinking of bringing her to the Hatter." He said, as Yunho looked at his watch again. Kyu stole a quick glance at it, only to find that the watch was not filled with numbers, but yet strange symbols that she had never seen before.

"Hatter? Him? The Mad Hatter, you say?" Yunho's nostrils flared as his ears twitched slightly. "I suppose we can make it in time if we're fast, unless that crazy man has his fingers stitched together by those fancy little hats he makes… Mines are still overdue and he wouldn't tell me when he's going to give it to me…"

Kyu tried to pry his fingers off her hand, but the rabbit man's hand would not budge. She sent a look for help to Seonghwa, who gave her a smile, not understanding her.

"Now, we should go… Be on time, that's the way, love. Time doesn't wait, it's precious…" Yunho rambled on, pulling Kyu along with him as Seonghwa followed them. Every time she tried to remove his grip on her, Kyu was positive that his grip got tighter. "Um, Yunho? You're hurting me?" She said softly, as Yunho barely stopped, still rambling on about the time being the essence of… Whatever the hell is. Seonghwa had finally caught on to the discomfort Kyu was feeling, and he cleared his throat. "Yunho, let's go. She's not going to get lost with us here. You don't have to hold on to her now."

"..and therefore time is key- What? Oh dear, I'm so, so sorry!" Yunho said, letting go of Kyu's hand. His white ears turned pink with shame, and he began to panic. "Oh, love, why didn't you say so earlier? Are you in much pain? I would never hurt you on purpose, you know?"

Kyu nodded. Her mind was buzzing with whatever shit Yunho was rambling about, and she has never met someone as talkative as Yunho. For now, she would do whatever it takes for him to just shut the fuck up. "Yeah, I know. Can you just… Stop talking for the rest of the journey to this hatter?"

Behind them, Seonghwa let out a snort of laughter. Yunho's ears flopped, and his shoulders slumped slightly. Kyu was alarmed to see his eyes swarm up with tears, and she became flustered, shaking her hands at him. "No, no I didn't mean it like that… I just…"

She looked towards Seonghwa for help again, but the oldest had his face hidden behind his hands, his shoulders shaking.

Fuck this.

"I mean, you must be tired from all the talking, right? Save your voice for the audience later? I mean, being an advisor means you need to do a lot of talking, doesn't it?" Kyu thought quickly, speaking fast to quickly salvage herself from this situation. Yunho's ears perked up again, Kyu wondered whether the tears she had seen on his face was just a hallucination.

"Oh. Right you are, tiny. I do need to save my voice. You're very sweet, tiny." He complimented, as Kyu sigh in relief.

And with that, the three of them journeyed to the Hatter's in silence.

No one else will ever love you the way I loved you.

let me know what you think. i'll turn it into a series if you enjoy it. if any other writers are interested, please let me know and i'll gladly pass the baton to you. &>

[jgabriel1920]

JESUS CHRIST I ALMOST DIDN'T POST TODAY. Literally almost immediately failed Johnnytober. Anyway.

Johnnytober 1°: double penetration.

Martha x Miss.Mayberry x Blackwater(oc)

what went wrong?

Seriously, Blackwater had to wonder. He had a simple mission: get the territory on the border of pride. Straight to the point, all he had to do was convince anyone that lived there and kill who disagreed or was too wild.

There weren't even many people there, just a couple near the imp town and some World War stragglers in a poor made bunker.

Yet here he was.

"Fucccckk~ Go harder~"

"Yeah cmon speed up, donkey~!"

Urgh.

Yes, he was fucking two women at the same time. Rather crude, but there wasn't any better way to put it.

Well, there was. Like he could describe double girthy and lengthy dicks stacked on top of each other, constantly entering and leaving the ladies cunts, even frictioning between them as a bulge appeared at their belly each time in went deep.

Perhaps, he could explain how the both women clashed tongues between them, doing the equivalent of a tango by how much they twisted together, minus of course the saliva dripping from their mouths and sliding to one of their chests, as their breasts clashed together and sometimes rubbed together their hard nipples.

All things he wasn't a fan of. He wasn't homophobic, just not found of this intimate connections, no matter the gender, specifically if their happening only because one of them has the ability to shapeshift.

One million dollars to guess who it was.

"Fucking hell I said faster!" One of the women, Martha by her thick southern tone, exclaimed while kicking his ass. Literally.

"If I do it any faster I will hit your organs." He said in a matter of fact tone. Maybe better description would be sarcasm but he genuinely was surprised by how both were alive to this point. There wasn't even any need, he knew from biology books that the female g-spot was located near the entrance, and certainly didn't need to be poked by a 20 inch pole the size of a light machine gun.

"Does it look like it m-matters~? Mmmh~ just do it~!" Miss.Mayberry said weakly, more like one would dealing with a monstercock (he couldn't believe that though occurred in his head.)

"If I want it you two dead I just shoot you." He warned yet again. Couldn't both wait? It was just a war of attrition at this point.

"All I hear is a little coward~!"

"You think this insults will work? I not doing it."

"Cmon boy~ won't you do it for mommy- AH~!"

"I don't have any masters to control me." He snarled through his teeth as he pushed the top one down, pounding fervently at them. "If I have to prove it throught your ruined guts then so be it."

These imbeciles thinking they could talk him down? Him? He was the one that planned for 30 years the fall of the hierarchy of hell, he was the one so close to proving even destiny wrong, and he wouldn't be outsmarted by a couple of freaks in the middle of nowhere.

The wet slaps reverberated though the house, the two ladies moaning and whimpering like bitches in heat. Stench of sweat stung around with the smell of sex, and the smell of cum when he finally climaxed.

His vision actually went dark for a moment, but it went back to normal... Which was just the corners being black.

It took a few seconds, long seconds, but it all went all. They all breathed heavily and deeply, seeking for air like they ran a marathon.

In the end, Blackwater got out as quick as his trembling legs could, morphing into a more discreet figure to get out, basically having nothing down there since if he had a pussy it would drench his pants the moment he completed formed it. Speaking of which he was fully clothed and on the exit door in seconds.

"W-Wait a second-"

"No. Calm me only if you die, please."

Oh, the sacrifices he made for democracy.

Did someone miss the manhunt gifs~?

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No?

Awh okay :( also wrote this in a cocaine fulled streak at 9 pm. And maybe sparrowrye might be a bit traumatized in seeing Blackwater this way-

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First Encounter | Homelander

hello! here's the very first one shot i've ever written for Homelander (and hopefully the first of many). This is based off the first time Homelander meets Qilin. Even though this is based off of my OC it's can also be read as Homelander x Fem Asian!Reader as no physical description occurs in this except powers/shapeshifting descriptions.

Summary: Homelander meets the path of something, or someone? That will change the course of his life. Timeline: Pre-Canon (2014) Words count: 1,1k Warnings: None!

It was a sunny day, with a few clouds in the sky, and a usual boring patrol. Fucking annoying, Homelander thought. The only thing that kept him from missing them was the cheers he was getting when he was a bit too close to regular people. Honestly, it was a bit nice, just a bit though. He was flying so fast, soaring through the city clouds, he was only checking if someone needed any help. But to be honest? He didn’t care. Nothing thrilling was happening today. Homelander debated whether he preferred patrolling or shooting the most random ad for a useless Vought product. 

Ugh, he thought, either way, that day was as basic as usual, an ad or not wouldn’t change how bored Homelander was. Not enough spectacular saves, not enough cheers, not enough praises. Can we get this over with, he thought. He wanted to get back to the Vought Tower and just have a break. Until he smelled something unusual, well, more like, unknown. It was the first time he smelled something like this. He rushed towards it, not even questioning anything.

And that was when he saw it, for the first time. The Cloud Beast, people called it. He always found the name ridiculous because he wasn’t able to visualize how massive The Beast was. It was… probably bigger than an elephant. Homelander couldn’t process the information, because The Beast saw him. It approached him, leaving a trail of clouds behind it, and made a long eye contact with Homelander. 

The Beast was impressive. It looked like a horse… Or a deer, maybe a bit of both. But with scales, oh a lot of scales, a large tail that fades with the clouds, and a mane… a mane that moved as if it had a will. Its fur was a sort of blue canary, and the scales were darker. The mane was white but with a black gradient on the end. Oh and did I mention the long almost ethereal gold mustache that Asian dragons also have? Yeah, Homelander was struggling to process what he saw.

The Beast was still staring down at Homelander, not moving. It looked almost like it was amused by the Supe. The Supe couldn't draw his eyes away, until he heard his heart beating faster, and felt some sweat on his neck and forehead. Oh dear, was he scared? The Beast felt it. Homelander was scared, so The Beast just approached him a bit closer. But it drew Homelander to the edge, and he fled as fast as he could.

Oh shit, Holy fucking fucking shit! He thought. He fled to the Seven Tower roof and stayed on for a few minutes. It felt like hours. Homelander knew that this… beast existed, but he never saw it from his own eyes. And now what? He was supposed to be the greatest American Superhero, and he fucking fled because that… thing scared him! He felt ridiculous. He ran his gloved hand into his hair, sighing. Compound V did incredible things, yes, but its range was so unpredictable. He knew that there was a person behind the Beast, the question was, did it talk? Did it even have a human form? It should have one because you can’t fucking hide a monster that big! 

But wait, was it really a monster? For Homelander, it was one for sure, but he was curious. Too curious. He quickly made his way into the Vought Tower and called for Madelyn. He stormed into The Seven’s Room and quickly took a seat, fidgeting with whatever he could find. Madelyn came a bit after, obviously in a rush. 

“I have work to do. I hope it’s important Homelander.”

He took a moment before answering.

“You wouldn’t leave your office If you knew it was not serious. I’m going to be straightforward, do you know anything about « The Cloud Beast »?” 

She froze. And Homelander saw it very clearly. He raised an eyebrow at her and waited for her to answer.

“We…” She cleared her throat. “We have barely any information on it. We just know that they call themselves «Qilin», Cloud Beast is just a name that people gave them because they’re scared each time it flies in the sky.” She paused, feeling the intense gaze of Homelander on her. 

“From what we know it’s a Supe that can shapeshift into this creature. Apparently, it’s a creature from Chinese mythology, that’s why they want to be called Qilin. Not a lot of people saw their actual human form but it seems that some sources describe them as a masked woman in a Chinese-inspired hero suit.”

The Supe clenched his fist, the more he listened, the more he was curious. He wanted to know who was behind this enormous creature. He wanted to know if it was powerful, he wanted to know everything. Homelander wasn’t the curious type, oh no, but this moment when Qilin and he were staring at each other made him feel so many different emotions.

He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he felt weak, and powerless, in front of the Beast. It was the main reason why he ran away, but at the same time, he was drawn to the creature, he wanted to stay, observe it, follow its path. It was so conflicting for him, he never felt so… confused. Madelyn was still talking but he was lost in his thoughts.

He clenched his jaw, then looked back at Madelyn. His expression was unreadable and it threw Madelyn off. 

“Thank you for all of this important information.” He didn’t seem sincere, as usual, but it seemed he was thinking of doing something he shouldn’t do. He stood up pretty abruptly, which made Madelyn jump a bit. 

“Homelander, I hope you’re not thinking of doing anything irresponsible?” He snorted.

“I’m serious. We barely know anything about this woman, let the other supes and the Crime Analytics take care of this.”

He sighed as he headed towards the door. “Fine. But I’ll need reports! Every little thing, whatever saves or little apparition she makes I want to know.” His voice was firm. Madelyn didn’t feel like questioning any of his decisions when he was as stubborn as he was. So she just agreed without complaining.

He then left without saying a word, directing himself to his penthouse. He was tense, and a bit frustrated. The sun was already setting down. As he made his way inside his penthouse, he took off his gloves and let himself fall on the couch while running a hand into his blonde hair. Little did he know that this day was about to change his life. Little did he know that he would think of this first encounter every day until he would see her again. Little did he know that The Beast was so much more than just a mythical creature and that he would be the one that we call a Monster.

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BUBBLEBATH

Luffy x Reader Platonic

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This is for the people who have OC’s like dragons, kistunes, foxes, etc because I know y’all don’t get much :)

Luffy x Reader

no warnings just fluff🤯

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Luffy

We all know Luffy is not the one for baths (given that your nose detects the fact that he smells like meat anytime he’s near you) But giving you one is a different story…There was water EVERYWHERE, bubbles overfilling the bath tub. Luffy’s shirt was drenched and his frustrated groans filled the room “Y/N stay still!” He said trying to scrub the fruity soap on your fur. “NO! TRAITOR YOU SAID THERE WAS CANDY IN IN HERE!” Luffy was holding you down as you tried to crawl out. “You wouldn’t get in so I had to figure something out ok! Sorry!” “THE SOAP TASTE HORRIBLE! HELP ME SOME ONE!”

“Really? It doesn’t taste that bad.” Luffy licked the shampoo off his fingers. “Wait that’s not the point!” He snapped back into focus.

“HOW COULD YOU!” You said dramatically “Nami said so!” “You’re the captain!” “Yeah but Nami’s scary…” he muttered in defeat then picked up the shower head and started to rinse you.

“We’re almost done ok!” A soaked hand reached for a towel then aggressively dried your face. “NOT TOO HARD!” “Im trying to hurry!” He grunted.

After somehow managing to dry you, Luffy picked up and exited the flooded bathroom, water coming before Luffy took a step. “so tired…” He muttered, his black locks sticker to his face from the dried soap and water. Then the man flopped to the floor when you too reached the deck of the Sunny then groaned. “The sun can dry you up ‘m going to bed” our sweat dropped, you stood unsure of what to do. “Sorry…”You said in defeat. He laughed, “It’s ok you just don’t like water!” You cuddled up to him and sighed. You both decided to rest your eyes for a bit, enjoying the afternoon sun.

“LUFFY,Y/N YOU TWO BETTER EXPLAIN WHY THERE IS A DAMN OCEAN IN THIS BATHROOM” Nami screamed. Both your eyes shot wide

“Uh oh.”

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OK SO WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINKK??? I HAVE SO MANY OCS AND THESE FANFICS NEVER INCLUDE THEM AND IM SO TIRED SO I TOOK MATTERS INTO MY OWN HANDS🙄

PLEASE SEND REQUEST FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IM SO TIRED AND MY BRAIN CANT THINK OF ANYTHING🙏

some gifs :3

HAVE A GOOD DAY 🙏