#they werent expected to reach this point At All. and so. anything is possible...........

[orcelito]

I'm not really into sports and Especially not basketball but the Indiana Pacers made it to the finals today. First time going to the finals in 25 Years, and they've *never* won the finals before

So my Hoosier ass who doesn't care about sports is kinda going WOOOO GO PACERS enough that I'm just chatting about basketball with my sister & her fiance 😂😂 I have now learned that the finals are in fact a series of games where they try to reach 4 wins first. So it'll be an entire time.

But if the Pacers win. You'd best believe you'll be hearing about it.

[scarletwritesshit]

Yosuke Hanamura x F!Reader ❀ Town of Blossoms ❀ June 16th, 2013

You opened your eyes and found yourself in a half-asleep daze. The light in your room was on and so was the television screen in front of you. As you slowly came to, you could hear the music of the fighting game menu, with a notice in the center of the screen saying that the connection had been lost.

It felt as if you had only slept for a few moments, dozing off after closing your eyes briefly to let them rest. However, you still felt rather weighed down by tiredness, not exactly being the definition of well rested. You grabbed your phone to check the time, expecting perhaps an hour at the very most to have passed.

5:49 A.M., the time read. Seems like…a little more than an hour had passed since you were last conscious. It was more around seven or eight hours, you estimated. There was also a text message notification, which you would be correct to assume was from Yosuke.

sorry i kinda fell asleep on you i left the party so i could lay down in bed and you werent responding anyways, it read.

He sent that at around one in the morning. Considering how you both dozed off at some point during the night, it was reasonable to conclude that both of you were quite drained. You shut your console down and put your controller and headset back on the shelf, not very neatly, but so that it would at least be off of the floor.

You haven’t even prepared for bed any time during the night, as you kept playing round after round with Yosuke practically non-stop. You lazily changed into pajamas and flopped onto your bed, neglecting your usual nighttime routine. The sun was already coming in through your window, despite how early in the morning it was.

Too early for this, you thought, so you yanked the curtain forward in order to prevent as many rays of sunshine as possible from reaching your eyes. The sun was yearning for you to begin your day bright and early, but to you, there were still plenty of hours left for you to sleep. Even if you felt the slightest bit awake now, you were doomed to eventually succumb to tiredness later in the afternoon.

A few hours later, you woke up once again, this time unable to fend off the sun’s rays beating through your window. Still groggy, you gave up on sleeping any longer and slowly rose from your pillow. The excitement from yesterday had drained you, though it wasn’t a bad thing, you still craved just a little bit more rest yourself. The air was hot, the sun was merciless, and at this point, you might as well see if Yosuke was perhaps interested in a few more rounds with you.

Sitting on the edge of your bed attempting to further wake up, your mind was slowly overtaken with lingering thoughts from yesterday. You had a ton of fun playing with him, and craved more of that very same feeling of joy. At the same time, you questioned the validity of this fun that you were having with him. Of course, it was clear that you were genuinely enjoying it, but was this all perhaps a bit...selfish? To always have someone so eager to accompany you whenever you were feeling bored or lonely? A year ago, you might’ve not thought this way, but seeing as how isolated and desperate for companionship he has become as of late, you worried that you were unintentionally taking advantage of him.

He didn’t seem to mind your company one bit. In fact, he has admitted to enjoying your time a bit too much many times in the past, which, ironically, is where some of your worries stemmed from.

If you were this concerned over normal emotional experiences, then you can’t possibly be an inherently bad person. With all of the people who have used Yosuke and eventually threw him aside, you were also concerned that you were coming off as pitiful more than anything.

But you had known each other for about two years now, and the laughs that were shared between you were all genuine.

With all that you had done and what you had yet to do being considered, there was only one way to clear up how you felt about him, both for yourself as well as Yosuke. These thoughts were becoming unbearable on yourself, though on the greater than zero chance that Yosuke felt the same about you, similar was eating away at him as well.

You didn’t want him to suffer any more if that was ultimately the case. It was a chance that you were willing to take, and practically felt as if you had to at this point.

You didn’t think that you would make any significant headways today, but you still wanted to take some time to inch yourself ever closer to a confession.

How much closer could you possibly come to one at this point, though? There had been times where both of you had come dangerously close to letting the truth slip out, though you always stopped yourselves before the truth could be set free.

Regardless, the focus was Yosuke himself, not your personal feelings, so you grabbed your phone to text him a quick invitation for some more gaming later in the afternoon.

The temperature your room had felt incredibly warm, and so you opened the window to release some of the hot air. Outside wasn’t quite as warm as your room was yet, but with the amount of heat you set free, you could’ve sworn that you raised the temperature outside by a whole degree or two. The cool breeze that was blowing through felt refreshing, and so you enjoyed it while it lasted before the sun baked the air still. It was but a temporary break from the heat, but you could feel the fresh air clearing your mind and blowing your deepest worries away with the winds.

While you were taking in the cool breeze, you noticed a few purple petals drifting along the wind, some flying as far enough as to tickle your nose. It was then that you realized that perhaps everything was going to turn out all right for both you and Yosuke.

[makahimetenshi]

Looking for something - Chapter 1 - Jotakak Fanfic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61772617

Kakyoin Noriaki was an 35 years old omega, a lucky omega who knew how to pass trought life Smart enought to not be recognized as an omega and live al the risk that being that implied.

The man was working in the castle of the Brando king as the teacher of fight skills to soldiers and also, the prince Giorno since he reached some age so he had a secure rooft, food, some commodities and a relative good job, nothing to despise. He also had the resources to buy potions to hide his omega conditions in all the times and learned all the methods to camouflage his smell. To everyone he was a beta

Well not for everyone…

The King itself, Dio Brando, as perfect and top alpha wasn’t the one to be fooled, he recognized the redhead as and omega and take him under his protection.

That mean he ocassionally was his lover, that mean that sometimes King Dio would call him to have sex…which wasn’t…so bad? Because as an omega it was a method to keep his urges under control, he definetly cant be a quiet and chill omega without a partner so despise everything he wasn’t so unconfortable about the idea of being a sex puppet…it was necessary to have a quiet and undercover life

Their relationship wasn’t cold but also wasn’t deep enough, the king was gentle and frankly a good lover since their bodys matched so well at being an omega and a top alpha so in that sense both ended satisfied but despise Dio showed some sings of being possessive and didn’t want Kakyoin to be fooling around with anyonelse they talked about how he would never recognize him or take him formally as a lover or a concuvine, since Kakyoin was a commoner and Dio was royalty.

Nothing the redhead cant complain or say anything about it so since he can continue living in the castle and working with the young prince it was okay.

Surely it wasn’t nice to know that you really are just a toy because you are pretty and attractive to the top alpha but it was a partner to his nature and King Dio had spent some heats being top secretive about the subject so no one would fool about it when he is not around the blonde…

It would be nice to be in a relationship but Dio wasn’t interested in that and Kakyoin would force it since there was a clearly difference in power and he wasn’t the top 1 lover of the list, there was others more priviledged tan him, he cant ask that much, he knew he was Dios but the king wasn’t him.

He really wouldn’t complain, it was a way of surviving in this hostile word.

Howeveeeeeer.

35 and Omega? Mmm that didn’t make a good point.

His biological clock was starting to move.

His thoughts were fullfilled

35 and omega werent a good combo, his biological clock was starting to move and make cloudy his thoughts all day by thinking “ah i want a son...”

He could be serving a coup of tea and sluddenly interrup his thoughts by that phrase.

He could be walking and surely interrupt his steps just to think in that and then continue walking

He would get stocked in a sword lesson by one of his students just because that phrase cross his mind all sluddlen, of course the right answer to that fail from his part is “Oh XXX you are getting better, you will surpass your master soon” or something like that.

That afternoon Kakyoin was in his cabin walking in circles.

Definetly Dio would not be father of a son of his, the man would not risk his title and life for a favour of that nature, no matter how desesperate he was and surely if he tricked or lured the blonde to inseminate him he would be killed without a doubt.

Dio was just someone who shared the bed with him nothing too deep no matter how he thinked in their encounters.

So, he definetly wanted a baby, a kid, he was fine to do it, he had the money, the lifestyle, the possibility to keep living good throught time, he also was an omega...what was he missing...

Oh, a father...

What could be he expecting of a baby? Surely not more than a healty one, he would make sure that the kid was happy and secure all his life he trusted himself for that duty but...

The father...what he should look in a man? He didnt have exactly a type, dating as an omega was dangerous he never did it much it just spontaneosly happend and it was...one night stand

He was sure of it, he wanted a baby, all his body tell him to get pregnant, it was an extremly strong desire of him, he was an omega his body was designed for having kids he wasnt a normal man...

And he wanted to stop having dreams of him lactating a baby and waking up with his nipples all wet, he was getting some pregnancy stuff on his body even if he wasnt pregnant

The redhead sighted, preparing a coup of tea.

Ok he would pick up the first man that he crossed, after all he didnt care about the father, only his seed.

After that coup of tea he walked out his cabin and went to town, he didnt want anyone of the castle fields or closer to look for him so the far the better so they dont cross paths again, after all it was going to be Noriakis baby, he didnt care about the father, he can manage it alone just fine.

Thing was not picking anyone he knew, or recognize him even from far away.

So for that purpose he put a scarf all over his head, since his hair was pretty recognizeable because of how shiny red.

Walking throught the city looking for the perfect man was...surely a challenge.

-i should thought more about this...-said the redhead on his insides looking at the people.

Ok, picking on the first man? What was he thinking, impossible.

He didnt want his son to have a really long chin so that man over there was discarted...oh he definetly didnt want a big nose so...no...mmm that one over the bench is nice but he is too short, short mans never had it easy in life he preffer avoiding having a pregnancy of a short man...

It was stupid but he wanted so bad a boy instead of a girl, Kakyoin mentalize himself for a boy a lot.

Sun was getting when he decided to stop a bit, frustrated of looking everywhere and not finding the right suiter...he sigthed, looking up and the orange sky taking a big cup of air into his lungs just to open his eyes ready for the decepcion in front of him: the reality.

The reality that finding the perfect man was more difficult than he tought.

Insted of that he found an empty void, he walked that much that he ended up in a point of the city where theres a huge rock stair, literally huge, like he was in the top of a mountain and there was no way down, just the botom of the mountain, such a scary and non safe rock stair so high and strech...

He tried putting a foot over one rock, damn, he was 41 in foot not too much and his foot didnt enter completly in that rock, not to mention the other over 100 stairs.

God dammit that was scary to go down.

Kakyoin tried to go down, looking carefully on his steps, also there was not much like because of the twilight and the candles of the roads werent on on this neighberhood yet so it was a bit dark since the light of the sun came from his back where the top of the mountain was

He really was being carefull, one step bad and you could hurt a leg for sure.

-Hey!- sluddenly, the redhead hears a voice from above, he tried to ignore it since he was so focused on not to kill himself on that suicide construction –Hey! Listen! –again, he tried to do his best on ignore whoever was calling him...-Hey you! Listen! –whatthefuck with this dude. Kakyoin looked down to visualize a man, not too much to see, it was getting darker.

The tall man above the foot of the stair was moving his arm and hand to call his attention

Was he trying to lure him or make fun?

-What!? -he shouted sounding more hostile than he wanted but seriously who would built something so steep!? That’s dangerous as fuck! Around the place were planted some threes with some creepy arms! Too!

-Theres a ramp 100 mts above here! –the tall man said pointing to the right. Shit really? Goddamit he was already on half but still it was dangerous to keep going to down, Kakyoin tried to elevate his foot to go up and see the ramp were it was to take but his foot slipped from the rock stair.

That moment floating in the air was when he realized he was going to get a serious butthurt and not just for a good fucking.

There was a lot of stairs going down.

Kakyoin closed his eyes at the inminent impact just to feel his body sliding down as a wheel jumping over and over in the rock stairs going down like he was some kind of rolled carpet.

Pain was unmesureable.

He was going to have a lot of bruises and possible two theets missing…or more…

In one of the hits he felt one of his bones broken. Like he really felt the crack on his anckle.

Every thought he had was rolling and rolling in his head like a tornado, blood rushing in circles all around his head making him not only being pained but sick as fuck. He had a big stomach pain now, he surely would vomit once he stoped rolling in the air.

Well fuck life.

But unexpectly he didn’t crash to the ground to his direct death, a pair of arms hold him in the first steps of the stairs avoiding his fall into the hard ground, surely saving him from a certain death.

Still, damaged was done, he had a very intense pain in his mouth and his anckle, he tried to move a hand to touch his face but his arms were petriefied and he cant move at all.

The pair of arms lost their balance and falled to the ground, still, not hurting Noriaki, the man who catch him in the air falled out the surprise, I mean it was still a good catch, 20mts and surely 50kg wasn’t that bad.

The redhead tried to open his eyes but the intense sunlight hitting directly to his eyes and the pain of moving any muscle on his hitted head above him from that.

He was going to have a thought but then he vomited himself in his mouth, and at the scare of getting drowned in his own mouth make him want to jump out to be mouth down the ground, unfortunetly he only was able to move his head and half torso to a side to vomit somewhere he cannot see because raising a lid was too much pain. Vomit coming out luckily out of the man who catched him range, Noriaki moved his head enough to not vomit over his coat but directly on the floor.

Since Noriaki is in so bad state lets pass to another contestant.

-You are welcome- says Jotaro Kujo.

The man waving his hand alerting the redhead when he see another asshole who didn’t know the neighbethood and the assassins steep stairs was a neighbor of the zone called Kujo Jotaro, a tall man of tanned skin and black hair.

-What a pain –said Jojo when the horrible smell of the vomit came to his nose, he was amused, his grandpa told him to take a look on that stair to avoid anything like this happening again in this month but he is not a cop goddamit he is just a guy who steals cigarettes from his grandpa, he is not the one in charge of telling people to not come this way down, doesn’t anybody read the signal that he painted over there? God Grief.

This was a revenge from Joseph, he hated the fact that he steals his cigarettes then he put over his shoulders this stupid responsibility.

Jotaro thought and acted fast because he didn’t want to witness death, so he tried to avoid it by catching the man in the air, thank god he always was fast in reflexs, like he had a ghost hand that’s a step behind him or something.

But he surely had it rought! What a pain! His anckle was totally flipped like 180º, his wrist were kinda flipped too and do not start talking about how bad his face was, there was blood all over his face caming down the eyes and neck, his jaw was so violet that it was strange how fast it was getting bruised.

He had a pair of little bults over his lips, that must be theets.

Also he felt his muscle twitch and completely hardened against his body over the trauma.

Man he never got the chance to see a man he didn’t punched this bad.

In one of the vomit sessions he see two theets coming out and falling to the ground, well fuck he wasn’t going to be happy to see that.

Jotaro slowly let the man in the ground to not make him more dizzy, letting him stabilize and stay calm as he watched him still vomit and cry.

Kakyoin was so confused, why everything hurted so bad why his body wont stop why he cant calm his heart oh my gosh he needed some air and his fucking lungs wont take him it was so paintfull to breath.

Eventually with a horrid and acid taste in his mouth he started cougthing, spitting saliva as he make himself a ball in the ground, still processing everything and letting his body process the trauma.

It passed like 20 minutes to Jotaro until the redhead started to stabilize, seeing the man stopping the cought and the vomit to try to breath.

He could go and let him here now he see he was still alive but he wasn’t going to go far with that ancle.

The mans muscle were still tense up and so hardened he could see them twich across the fabric.

Jotaro grab firm one of his shoulders, calling the redhead attention who seriously tried to spin his neck and look at him but he had so much paint and his body was so retisent to move at all.

His left eye catched someone with black hair and dark skin, among the fact that he was huge and pretty tall

Oh no what did he got himself got to? Was he going to be robbed? Raped? Kidnapped? He surely cant defend himself now…

That strong pair of arms pulled him from the armpits up after a while of shaking and trembling in silence, he tried to move and defend himself but his body wouldn’t respond.

Also he was so sleeping, just because of the fear he cant go faint because he didn’t know what would happened to him, this was the worst esscenario possible.

The taste of the hot blood on his face really make him sleepy too.

Damn it, who make him Jotaro the guardian of the stairs? Suck my balls this wasn’t part of the job he never accepted any job of not letting the people die because of their stupidity what a pain.

Once he assured himself that the redhead cannot fight back he carried him on his shoulder like a bag of potatos, making the redhead scream out of pain because of the roughtness –Sorry –he said loud not really feeling it it was more the pain in the ass of doing this than any other thing.

Why he was obligued to do this? Basically because his house was in front of that stair were almost twice a month someone get hurt trying to go down, people that didn’t walk in that zone frequently or were the first time around there. It wasn’t the first time for Jotaro that he had to take care of someone hurted, he usually do a good job while the government build the ramp 100mts at the right of his house to go down the hill avoiding people to keep using that stair, he painted sings, he closed the road with strings that some crappy kids cut to use to play once, he painted the edge of red like DANGER but people were still using the stairs because they cant read the freacking sings he paint.

It was a good notice when they came to the government saying that the road will be closed with the stairs to change the street and make a ramp to go down the hill but when they said that they will build it but not put a fucking cop or someone to control people from going down it became a paint in the ass.

Specially because his grampa take vengeance on him by giving him the stupid job of taking care of the stair

Why? Why him? He wasn’t a cop he shoulnt be obligued to do this no one in the family should be! There should be a freacking cop taking an eye on walkers! But his mother everyday repeated him that it wasn’t nice to see dead people when coming out to take the trash in the morning and she was a bit tired of healing anyone who falled and hurt themselves so they should keep and eye to avoid that situation until people stop using that street with the stair. The innocent woman trusted that people would change their habits of using that street to learn that there was a new one in only 5 months and then bam everybody would forget that there was a street there and will start using the new ramp.

God Grief.

He take the man inside his little cabin in the Kujos terrain, his grandpa shoudlnt find he let someone fall again last time they fight they were so angry against each other that he menaced the man with shooting himself, the situation scalated so badly that he had to call a friend of his more big and strong to stop him.

Someone got hurted againt? Well it wasn’t necesally his fault but he didn’t want to end up in jail again because the old man get angry with him so he better take care of the situation by himself.

Jotaro put slowly the redhead on the bed and went to grab a cigarette and burn it to start smoking.

Smoking help him with thinking

He had to think

Think

Thinthinkthink.

How was the step by step of how his mother healed people?

He took a pit of air out and take a breath before leaving the room, closing it with key so the man wouldn’t scape and make an scenario on his front yard.

Kakyoin mind was a mess, he couldt move and do anything and worst he didn’t know where he was or why or coulnt even take a detailed look of the room around him because his sight was so cloudy and non clear…he was seeing red not sure that was because of trauma or blood on his lids…

He knew he was in a bed and he was doing so goddam effort to not faint and fall asleep.

Damn he was going to be raped today? Like he was a potatobag? Since he cannot move at all.

Ten minutes passed and the only movement he can do was go down the bed, mouth up at least, he take a better look of the suroundings and…the roof…at being in the groud…

Looks like someone barn…and room at the same time…

Looked like that houses in the middle of the countryside where the landlords prostitute their daughthers to the transits that come around moving in the roads around, he see that scenarios were the barns have a bed among the cows sleeping so the people transiting the road would rape the prostitute daughter of the farmers…

Damn he was seeing death so close to have this dark thoughts?

When Jotaro came back to his room after sneaking with medical supplies and water around the house he found the redhead on the ground delirating, surely he tried to move out and falled, his tongue was outside his mouth and his eyes were rolled back.

For a moment Jotaro was scared that the man was dead on his room but he check on his heart and pulse with his barely sane wrist and everything seemed normal, he was just delirating.

Mmm he could die in the night like this? He surely hit hard on the head…

Jotaro bring him back to sit on the bed, the redhead tried to oppose but he wasn’t much into movement, just trying to breath normally.

The tall man take a look to his…patient…humming silently that the first thing was giving him some water mixed with sugar and clean his face, specifically clean the blood to see how bad the injures were.

Once the mix was done on a cup he tried to supply it with a spoon…not sucesfull, the man was causious and not taking something that could potentially be poison, clever enough. Then cleaning his face first.

Kakyoin was so confused his kidnapper was already trying to make him suck dick? What was that cold thing over his lips that had something gelly with sugar taste…that couldt be good…he didn’t want it he didn’t agree to that.

Kujo started to wipe with a cold towell his face from the blood, cold? Why cold? Because he would eventually gain some fever? Idk he wasn’t sure of what he was doing he just didn’t want to get cought…

Oh, behind all the blood was a very handsome man…if you put aside the cuts over his cheeks and eyes of course…

Definetly he had his jaw very hurted, the skin was very violet and cutted.

Jotaro took him from the jaw and open his mouth with two fingers, while the other complained and screamed a bit more loud than he wanted, making him stop.

At least he lost two theets from the side…it wasn’t that bad looking…one was definetly very shaky…and other broken…

Well he couldt do shit about the teeth.

Face was clean after a while flipping sides of the towel, he tried to open his eye to clean the lid from the blood but that wasn’t a smart move, he eventually would tear the blood crying or just open and closing…if there wasn’t new blood he should be fine…

Luckily face wasn’t the most bloody zone of the human body so a bit of alcohol in the towel will close the would and make him…cicatrice…

At smelling the unrecognizeable scent of alcohol Kakyoin know he was being cured…thank god…specially for the wounds burning on his cheeks.

Thank god because he was kinda horny at the thought of sucking dick after…while almost die anything better than die…but of course his dick weren’t going to be up now so idk

Next step, taking off the shoes, done, there wasn’t any resistance.

Damn that ankle was bad, if his mom see that she should think he bring someone possessed to the house.

Increidibly clothes wasn’t ragged or broken at all, so he had to strippe off his shirt to see whats going on down there…there wasn’t any cut or blod…he only see a broken rib…like literally a stick coming up from under his skin…and the second one at the same height was also moving if he touched, causing the man to mumble a few uninteligle words at pain…

Nothing to do about it, he put the cold tower in the clean side over his shoulders and neck to avoid a fever.

Pants down, nothing to see there, the only broken thing was the ankle, his hip seemed fine, not like the ribs, thank god because it would be death having a broken hip to deal.

He tried to make the man drank a bit of the sugar mix and this time he drinked it, surely understanding a bit more the surroundings.

Well, he did fine, he did a good job, he would let the man sleep and tomorrow morning he is going to leave right?

Right?

A dry and loud sound wake him in the middle of the night, the man fall from the bed trying to do something, Jotaro breathed out pissed of like he never was and pressed a hand on his shoulder to make him know he was around.

-Water…-he heared a very pathetic lament coming from the redhead lips, which he went to satisfy with a cup.

The redhead wasn’t able to get up and sit on the floor against the bed so he helped him by the arms and put his back slowly against the sides of the bed, taking care of the coming out ribs, looked like a horn, like a unicorn, with a pointy horn but instead of a horn this were ribs…

Jotaro give the man the cup, but Kakyoin was so shaky and hardened in the arms that he could bring it up to his mouth sucesfully without risk of dripping it, so Jojo helping him by grabbing gentle his jaw and pressing the cold cup over his lips, eventually they managed in a way were Kakyoin would slurp all the water down his throat and Jotaro helped him holding the cup.

That’s it he wouldn’t give him more water if the man cant even hold his dick to piss.

Jotaro look at his eyes, the lid looked almost clean and white, non bloody, the blood was on his lower lashes and corner lid so he cleaned with his finger covered in the side of his shirt, eventually eyes cleaning itself like he thought so, thankfully.

-Your name is? – Asked Jotaro low before calling his attention at glaring directly at him.

-Tenmei-responded the redhead with his throat a bit more lubricated and non dry like before.

-I see-the tall man said short to not make the other think-My name is Jojo.

Kakyoin tried to look at him, but his sight was still fuzzy, and it was dark in the night.

Jojo put a hand over his forehead, he didn’t seem to have a fever, despite the anckle was still flipped, the ribs were kinda out and and jaw was so hurted, heat was normal.

Both went to sleep again, but Jojo understanded that bed was dangerous for Tenmei so he trow down the floor a pillow and a blanket and this time he was on the bed sleeping, waiting for the next morning to come.

[lipringlrh]

new years day - cth

summary: it's the afternoon following your new year's party, and all you and calum are doing is cleaning when you find some unextpected poleroids. loosely based on ‘new years day’ by taylor swift.

pairing: calum hood x genderneutral!reader

an: from the last week, i’ve had one thing show up in tags so i’m praying this does lmao.

word count: 850

warnings: a joint, alcohol, kissing, fluff

…

There's glitter on the floor after the party

Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor

You and me from the night before

It was yours and Calum's turn, this year, to host the New Year's Party. It'd been passed around his friend group for what felt like forever, so when it came back to him, he wanted it to be a night to remember.

And, of course it was. The house was full of people - all of which enjoying themselves, and his backyard. The party ended around 4 after everyone had went home, leaving just you and him sat around a fire outiside, you on his lap, sharing a joint.

Whilst the party was great, the moring wasn't. You'd both woken up far later than usual, yet it felt like neither of you had slept at all. Luckily, by the end of the night you'd both eaten and drunk enough you werent too hungover in the morning - that felt like the only plus.

Calum had wanted to get about of bed as soon as he could to clean the house but you on the otherhand, opposed that idea entirely. You'd managed to keep him in bed an extra hour before he managed to trick you into getting up.

You had barely entered the living when you went wide eyed - anything you could possibly imagine was there, coving up your floor almost entirely. You suspected the kitchen wasnt great either, or the garden. Calum had gone to get a bin bag when you finally looked through everything on the floor: party poppers, confetti, a few lighters, and a lot of spilt drinks.

You deemed most of it was rubish so you spent the next hour of the afternoon throwing things away, stealing kisses from your boyfriend in between. Once you were finally finished, you begun taking everything to the front of the house to throw in the bins when you noticed a pile of poleroids on the counter.

You began flicking through them when you realised they must've been pusposefully left. You knew one of Calum's friends brought a poleroid camera, you just didnt expect him to use it this much on the two of you. There was just picture after picture of you and Calum, with him touching you in some way in all of them. There was one of you both you knew he'd taken - one of you and Cal kissing just before midnight, Calum holding you as tight as he could.

Your favourite though was a photo neither of you realised was taken. You were stood there, drink in hand, talking to a friend you couldnt quite make out, with Calum stood next of you, arm tightened around you, and his gaze soley on you. It was a look that you couldn't possibly fake; he just looked completely entranced and in love with you.

You put them in your back pocket and carried on, carrying the bin bags out front. You put them in the right bins before trodding back inside on a mission to find Calum.

You found him inide on the sofa, legs kicked up on the coffee table, and beer bottle in hand. He looked up, gesturing towards you to take a seat next to him. "Taking a break, darling, you comin'?"

You nodded, sitting next to him, him immediately placing one arm above your shoulders. You began resting your head on his shoulder and resting your feet by his in retaliation.

You reached into your back pocket again, pulling out the poleroids, "found these just now, what'd y'think?"

He took them from you, passing you the beer in replacemnt, watching you take a swig. He flicked through them, pausing on a few to admire them. He picked out one, pointing it towards you. It was a photo of you stood up by a wall, Calum stood behind you, his hands on your waist, "y'look really pretty in this one."

You hummed as a reply, leaning further into him so you could catch his movements as he flicked through the rest of the photos. He paused on one further towards the back - the same one you had before.

"Love this one, could just stare at you for hours." He carried on looking at the last few, keeping that held to the front. "Wanna put both of these on the fridge, y'just look too good, baby."

You laughed, taking them out of his hands to have a further look at them, "'kay, only if we get the one of you stood at the door on there too - you look so hot in that one. Oh, and the one of us kissing."

He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, tightening his arm around you. "Course, baby, whatever you want." He placed the photos onto the arm of the sofa, pulling you up to straddle his lap.

He pressed a firm kiss to your lips, holding you down onto him, "happy new years, baby."

But don't read the last page

But I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared, and you're turning away

I want your midnights

But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

feedback + constructive criticism appreciated.

[renaisaibaam]

interview

zhongli / female reader smut fic

degrading, dirty talking

idk how to tag lol

vvvv vulgar i am ashamed

"fuck, zhongli—" you moaned pathetically as you felt his cock slide into you in a slow, gentle pace that absolutely drived you insane, your breath shallow yet heavy, with your back pressed against the cold, wooden surface of your shared apartment's dining table. your boyfriend had just come home from a job hunt, and was expecting a call from one of the places he had visited, so to pass some time, he had decided to have his dinner almost immediately upon his arrival, his dinner being you, in the table instead of the bedroom, and with how im using this analogy to describe him just eating you out for his meal, its rather appropriate to have it in the dining room in this context.

his hands were underneath your thighs that were dripping with hot sweat, keeping them hoisted up as his hips moved slowly and steadily, whines leaving your lips from the fucking tease he was being. a scowl crosses his face, and he bends down to sink his teeth on the soft flesh of the underside of your thigh, not caring when you let out a pained yelp. he knew you liked the pain, anyways.

"arent you being a greedy little slut right now? do you want me to ruin you that bad?" he pulls out of your dripping cunt until only the tip of his cock is in, and without any warning, slams it back in until he's ball deep inside you, your back arching when you feel his cock hit the deepest parts of you. your hands move up to claw on his toned, almost rock hard arms, leaving red marks in your wake as tears filled the corner of your eyes from the pleasure of the sudden movement that he kept repeating without giving you time to even catch your own breath.

"didn't i teach you how to fucking wait? just how deprived are you from cock, when you've just had it last night?" he growls into your skin before rutting into your cunt in a rough pace, the unanticipated action making you scream his name in ecstacy. you were already in cloud nine by this point- zhongli filled you up so good; so well to where you wouldnt even think of anything else but him and his cock. he messed you up in the best ways possible, and you knew you could never go back once you had a taste of him.

you could hear the belt around his pants clinking to the pace of his thrusts inside you, and the cold metal slamming against the back of your thigh added to the many sensations you were feeling, considering he didnt even bother taking off his own clothes except for his coat and blazer while he stripped you off of everything, with the exception of his favorite sweater that you had worn, seeing how much of his scent lingered in the cozy, soft fabric of it. he loved seeing you in his clothes, but the hem of the sweater, however, was already up to your neck to expose your chest that had been bouncing to the rhythm of his hips. the cold air made your nipples hard, but you barely cared.

he bends down, cups your right breast with one hand, and swirls his tongue flat around your hardened bud, his other hand keeping your legs up in place. your hands that were adorned with sweater paws reached up to stroke his hair, and he looked up with a smile, moving towards you to lock your lips together in a heated kiss that held an overflowing amount of passion for each other. well, it was like that until a sudden ring of someone's phone interrupted your kiss with zhongli.

he pulls away with a string of saliva connecting you and him, and he grabs the ringing phone from his pocket, checking the number and immediately answering it, not pulling away from you as he spoke.

"hello?" he asks with his usual deep and calming voice, as if he hadn't been fucking you into oblivion just a few seconds ago. he puts the phone on loud speaker, and listens to the caller's voice closely.

"hi! this is from the wangsheng funeral parlor. do you mind if we conduct the interview over the phone so you dont have to come over? we're pretty busy at the moment with the influx of interviews." what a cockblock, you thought. just as you were about to pull away, zhongli stands up straight and grabs your hips with one hand, keeping you in place as he turned off the loud speaker and held the phone to his ear, speaking in the most professional voice that shook your core when it reached your ears.

"sure, i dont mind. lets proceed immediately."

you looked up at him with a face expecting him to release you, as he was slowly pulling away until he was out, but you let out a loud yelp when he suddenly slams back in to stuff you full of his cock, the rhythm of his thrusts still steady and deep despite the talking he was doing over the phone.

you couldnt believe it. zhongli was fucking you in the dining table as he had his motherfucking job interview. what would happen if this shit went wrong? you clawed at his arms to grab his attention and make him stop, but he just stared down at you, and was silent for what felt like eternity, before he gave a hard slap to the side of your exposed thigh, his thrusts only getting faster each time you resisted.

you were trying your best not to let out any sounds, but the way his cock was hitting on the spots that made you feel the best was sending you to euphoria. he made you feel so good almost without effort, and this situation in general just turned you on. what if the person on the phone could hear the sounds you made? what if they could hear just how much sounds your cunt was making from how much it had been dripping for him, and only him?

you could have sworn you had came twice or even more, and yet his interview hasnt ended despite you already meeting your release multiple times. and even when you did, he didnt stop for one bit. he had no plans to, anyways. as he spoke about what might be best for the company as an answer to the question, he leans down to mark the skin around your collarbone with a bite, sucking it as if he were to excrete something sweet if he did it hard enough.

you feel something different yet familiar bubbling up your abdomen, and you knew you were about to reach your orgasm again, and since you couldnt take any more of it, you mouth to zhongli to stop, or at least slow down, desperation in your expression. his bright eyes, which seemed to darken, stared down on you as still fucking spoke with annoyance dripping in his voice as he answers, "i think we can negotiate my salary based on my skills and the value i bring to the company."

this was enough to tell you that the interviewer asked a stupid question, and that he was pissed about it, yet remained cool headed despite it. and to take the frustration out, he places the phone between his ear and shoulder, grabs your legs and hoists you up even higher than what you were usually used to, and plunges his cock even deeper into you to the point where you can see his tip poking out from your stomach, the new and foreign feeling making you clench around his cock to which he lets out a low, and deep grunt at.

with only a look towards you as your single warning, he slams down into your tight cunt, the sudden pleasure coursing through your veins in a rush that leaves you feeling lightheaded. you cover your mouth with your hands and scream through the fabric of his sweater, feeling yourself reach your high and release for who knows how many times you did ever since the damned call, your hands shaking from the immense sensation and pleasure zhongli had brought you tonight.

all that had happened, and yet he didnt even fucking stop.

you were an overstimulated mess, and as a last resort, you whine loudly to try and grab his attention for who knows how many times, wanting this to be over already. you couldnt stand holding back your voice, and you knew itd do more harm if they had heard you. but zhongli wasnt having any of it.

he places you back down on the table with him still inside you, grabs his phone with his left hand to hold it up to his ear, and uses his right hand to wrap it around your throat, squeezing the sides in a way he knows you love so much. you gasp when you feel his huge, rough hand around you, and as if that wasnt enough, his hips slam back into you, driving you into a quiet, drooling mess. your eyes rolled back, and amidst the silence, your body shook violently to try and get him off of you, your hole unable to handle any more of the overstimulation he drove you into.

you feel your mind going blank and hazy from the emotions and feelings you had been experiencing. the fear of being caught, the excitement of trying not to get caught, the pleasure of his cock filling you up to the brim, the overstimulation and high of your recent orgasm, and the lack of oxygen is throwing you into an overwhelmed state, and yet here you were, living for it.

your hips shake, and you squirt into his cock, feeling your own release dripping down your legs as you made a mess on the floor and on zhongli's skin. you feel your legs give in and drop to his sides, looking up at him as he continued speaking as if you werent even there. but even if he was acting that way, his lust filled eyes stared at you hungrily, his tongue swiping his lips in a manner that you'd think was purposely trying to rile you up.

"okay, i understand. i'll come in tomorrow, so please take care of me." and with that, he ends the call, and growls lowly, placing the phone beside you. he lifts up your legs, and leans in until your face is just centimeters away from you, a low growl emitting fron him as he spoke.

"just how much did you cum in under 20 minutes? did you enjoy it knowing we could get caught?" his hips rocks itself into you deeply, and stays in that position, your hips shaking. you could feel him fill you up to where your abdomen felt full of him and only him, and you looked up at him, whining at his words.

"fucking whore. you even made a mess on me. did it feel that good, doll?" he opens his mouth and crashes his lips on to yours, quickly moving down to bite the skin around the side of your throat where his hands once were, leaving marks on both sides. he moves up to whisper on your ear, his voice making you tremble as you felt his hot breath whispering such dirty words that you knew he was going to fulfill. guess you were staying at home tomorrow.

"ill make sure you cum all over my cock more tonight, so be a good girl and take me in well. are we clear?"

[zeinnit]

here we go again. got this out earlier than expected. part three of this fic. part two.

the still unnamed series, pls i need ideas.

pairings; technoblade x reader, philza x reader

warnings: hunger, death, possible gore, suicide, possible derealization, manipulation

its been around an hour since the winged being left.

you wanted to be respectful, you wanted to obey by what he had told you to do. but you were so hungry and your arm continued to ache. the growling of your stomach was the only noise inside the car. outside the car was a different story, however.

over the past year, you managed to get used to the screams of people. however, nothing could ever get you used to the current sobbing from outside.

you already knew what was happening to the poor man. it was an ability one of the bad lucks possessed. he could control you, manipulate you into believing something that wasnt true. hed make you think you were terminally ill or that everything was fake and no one was real.

eventually, his manipulation tactics would drive you to suicide. youve been lucky to avoid his ability for this long. you remember when you witnessed it in person.

after hours of walking, you had finally reached the place that all the others were talking about. a place where you could escape the luckies and mobs, a place that had a plan. there was an island on the east coast. it was known to be completely void of anything dangerous. the community there were very friendly. the place you were currently at held the only boats in the city and they were all set to take people to the island.

many other people were there, all extremely friendly. almost as if nothing had happened to the earth. you had gotten into some small talk with a few teenagers. two girls and three boys. they said, 'we were at school during the time,' the girls started. 'the boys were at football practice and we were in algebra.' she explains, 'we were doing a group assignment with another boy when we heard an announcement telling us to go on lockdown.' one of the boys spoke, 'we were rushed inside as soon as possible, but we werent fast enough. our quarterback was swept into the air by this purple mass. we all just started running.' the other girl continued, 'our teacher ended up abandoning us. we were scared and knew it wasnt safe, so we got up and fled the classroom.' a second boy starts, 'when we all met up in the hall, we just stuck together. weve never left each others side since.'

they asked, 'what about you?' you pushed yourself to remember all the details. it was around two pm when you heard the shrieking and saw all of those people running. you were chatting with a co-worker. you and her both made eye contact before going outside to check what was happening. it was a mess, all of the running people, the huge ravine, the beasts that looked like they crawled straight out of nightmare. you knew better than to stick around. you and your co-worker both. so you made a run for your truck. however, she got hurt. you didnt know exactly what happened, but she was unable to walk. she begged you to leave her. so you did, and you beat yourself up for it everyday. they knew your pain. the boy that the girls had been working with in algebra got pushed into a ravine while they were running out of the school.

then someone from the boat that had just left came struggling onto the dock from the water. he was on the brink of death and gave us a warning. 'the island.... it isnt safe,' he started. 'one of those monsters.... it knew somehow. it attacked the island with a few others..... theyre all dead.' he couldnt get anything else out before dying himself.

then a woman stood up, screaming. she held a baby in her arms before lifting them up high and slamming the poor thing to the ground. it had died immediately. she was screaming at us like a mad man, saying, 'it was a monster! were all monsters!! none of this is real, we need to escape!' others tried to get her to calm down, but she wouldnt listen. one of the teenage boys next to you pointed it out. her eyes were completely green. she had no irises or pupils. it was just green.

it happened so fast. she had pulled a glass shard out of her pocket and stabbed some poor lady with it. she just kept stabbing and stabbing. the poor womans face, it was horrid. her eyes had almost been pulled out by the glass, her nose was all bent wrong, but the worst part was that she was still alive. her screams were ear piercing and she was still flailing. eventually two men managed to pry her off the woman, but by then we all knew there was no saving her. the teenage girls were sobbing, one vomited. two of the boys were freaking out while the other just stared in horror.

the woman struggled until she got her arm free and then plunged the glass into her neck. everyone was panicking but all we could do was watch as she bleed out. the green faded from her eyes as they returned back to normal blue irises that were wide in horror, before they relaxed.

you werent given enough time to process the death before the site was attacked itself. you dont know what happened to those teens, but wherever they are, you pray theyre okay.

but onto the man outside. he was screaming at someone who you knew probably wasnt there. you were just gonna ignore it as you usually did until you heard a girls cries. she sounded so young, she sounded so terrified. you know you should leave it alone, but you wanted to help. you needed to help. so you popped the trunk and bolted towards the man. he looked to be in his late 40s, possibly late 50s. they were most likely father in daughter judging by their similar looks but that wasnt what mattered.

you rammed into the mans side as hard as you possibly could, most definitely making your arm worse in the process. he let go of the young girl and you immediately grabbed her and rushed under a car that was low to the ground. as you expected, he was unable to reach you. but he would figure a way. you knew he would.

the girl couldnt help but scream in terror as he continued to shove a sharp hunting knife closer and closer to the two of you. the other side of the car was blocked so all you could do was make sure you were closer to him than she was.

and then blood was spit all over you and the girl. the mans eyes were wide as they switched from the piercing green back to soft hazel. tears fell out of his eyes as he coughed up more blood. the knife fell out of his grasp and his body went slack. he stared at the girl and gave one last sad smile before his face relaxed. he was gone.

the girl stopped screaming and quietly sobbed in your grasp as this had all happened. his body was dragged away and a shadow was present over the mans corpse. you could make out some sort of hooves? they looked exactly like pigs feet. the being seemed to have brown pants and maybe some sort of cape on?

as you and the girl stayed quiet and still in hopes of avoiding attention from the beast, you saw another pair of animal typed feet. this time you recognized them.

you and the girl sat quiet and still as talons tapped against the cement.

[ginanosakka]

The Scars You Hide

Masterlist

We Meet Again | Next

Summary: After your meeting with Bakugou, you get an unexpected call to meet with someone else from your past. Is it possible to mend a relationship you weren’t sure was even there?

“Hey Mina, does Bakugou ever talk about me?” You asked, skimming through the clothing rack next to her with that wide smile you always seemed to have.

Her hands were filled with clothing items, and at your question she seemed to almost drop them. Her pink skin seemed to pale slightly as you watched a small sweat begin to breakout on your face, and in your heart you knew the truth. You couldn’t help but let your smile drop ever so slightly, but you gave a light laugh to calm her down and bring the mood back up.

“It’s okay, I know he probably doesn’t talk about me. . It was just worth a shot to ask.” You giggle falsely, feeling not a trace of humor in the feeling you got in the pit of your stomach. “Let’s go pay, my treat!” You repeated the words you said every time you went out with any one of your friends, the return for spending some time with you.

It was weird with Mina though, whenever you offered to pay it looked like she was conflicted. Her yellow eyes would soften like you spilled some said truth, but you never questioned it. That look scared you with the fear that she might be tired of you, so you’d ignore it for as long as you could. . .

“Ryu, how many times do I have to tell you not to use your quirk in the house!” You yelled to what seemed like thin air as your son clapped once again with another crayon in his hand.

When his little hands met, a small explosion went off that burned the crayon to ash and he sheepishly looked up at you from his spot next to the coffee table. Ryu was so much like his father that it bewildered you, he managed to be a carbon copy of someone he never even met. Not only did he steal most of Katsuki’s physical genetics, he acted nearly identical and had a variation of his quirk. You wondered if being quirkless was the reason all your genes seemed to fail to make the cut, but how could you be mad at that when you loved everything about the blonde little boy?

It would have been nice if he had a little less of Katsuki’s temper, though.

“Honestly, it’s like you want to see me go gray early,” you huffed and continued on your way to the laundry room with your basket full of clothes.

Seven years ago, doing laundry would have been a funny joke to you. There were maids that were perfectly capable and paid to do it for you, so there was virtually no point in learning. The only time you lifted a finger was for makeup and eating, that’s how your father preferred you to live. It was a big contrast to now, where you stood in leggings and an oversized band t-shirt doing every bit of the cleaning and laundry, for not only yourself, but also the six year old son that was never in the plans for your future. In fact, no part of the life you created for yourself was apart of the original plan.

Your phone rang as you finished putting in your first load into the washer, and you answered it without looking, propping the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you put on the proper settings. The unfamiliar voice you heard nearly made you jump since only a handful of people had your number.

“Hey,” the woman said with uncertainty clear in her tone.

“Hello. Who is this?” You asked straight to the point, still continuing your chores as you went from the laundry room to the living room where Ryu was now coloring peacefully and began picking up his mid placed toys.

“Oh it’s Mina. . Sorry for calling you out of the blue, but I was just wondering if you’d like to talk?”

You froze in place, immediately going into mental hyperdrive over all the things she could want to talk about, but none of them seemed reasonable. Neither of you had any contact after Katsuki told you the truth about everyone, you completely went off the grid and she went on with her life like everyone. It would make sense to come up with a bullshit excuse to get out of it. . . but then again it would be much easier to clean with someone entertaining Ryu.

“I’ll send you my address, we can talk here.”

“So. . he really is Bakugou’s kid.” Mina sweat dropped as you both watched him stand on top of the couch with two hero action figures in hand, one of them being Bakugou, yelling nonsense about how he can’t be beaten.

“HAHA! Not even Dynamight and Ignenium can stop this villain, but I will be victorious!”

‘Honestly, that whole strive for victory mindset could be Katsuki or my dad’s genetics.’

“Carbon copy with some tweaks,” you shrugged and continued on your way to your bedroom with your basket full of laundry.

Mina followed you through your small — but well decorated due to your mother — home looking as troubled as she was hesitant as she always did around you. It still bothered you like when you were just a dumb rich girl, and you were must less keen on ignoring it to keep the peace. You were strangers now, after all, not friends due to business.

“So,” you started as you dropped the basket on the ground in front of your queen with a loud ‘plop’. “I know you didn’t come here to just get a peek at the bastard child of your friend, and you certainly aren’t here to rekindle our fake friendship, Ashido. . Spill it.”

You stared at her with accusation, stance showing that this easily could shift from a friendly encounter to a hostile environment depending on her next choice of words. Mina was a hero now, she most definitely could tell that this wasn’t the time to play pretend and get straight to the point like she would in the face of a real villain. She may be more of a commercial hero, enjoying the occasional spotlight and taking down many villains for a camera, but you remember that she looked death in the face the moment she got on the hero track.

The atmosphere in the room became tense as Mina was taken back by your commanding attitude, one that showed that what she suspected about you was true; this wasn’t the same Y/N she met as a kid. Your eyes were colder, uninviting and daring her to take a step too close into your world. Your posture even deterred her from thinking she was anything more than a stranger you invited into your home. Everything about the way you acted was a clear indication that the worst case scenario she had thought of after you contacted her had most likely come to fruition.

“What. . happened to you, Y/N?” Mina asked hesitantly, and you blinked at the question with your arms unconsciously reaching for your right side, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Mina.

After a moment of silence you explained, “I had him. My father didn’t like that. . and he told me not to go through with it, that it would be a shameful mistake. When I refused, he kicked me out onto the streets saying I wasn’t his daughter. I had nothing and no one, my pregnancy was high risk, and I had just been told that everything I knew wasn’t real, but we made it just fine.”

The answer was so vague beyond being disowned that it didn’t take a genius to figure out what happened between being on the street and now wasn't something you’d be willing to tell just anybody. Especially not the girl who was only her friend in hopes of getting an up on life in her future. The fact that you told her that much was a privilege she should never expect to receive again. Mina could only frown and think of how lost and heartbroken you must have been, all because she couldn’t bring herself to stand without the herd and tell you the truth. You probably didn’t trust anyone now, and the fact that Katsuki probably thought you were living an easy life on your father’s money didn’t sit right with her when you did everything for yourself now, and obviously lived a modest life with his son.

This was her chance to redeem herself for her first failure as a hero, and she wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

Mina looked you dead in the eyes with determination that you’d never seen before and said, “I want to help you take care of Ryu.”

Your brows furrowed at her declaration, “I don’t need help-“

“You do, and I’m going to be here for you. I don’t care if you hate me now, but I’m going to make it up to you for being selfish.” Mina pressed, her bouncy pink hair jumping as she bounded closer to you with a grin that used to always make a smile come on your own face. Her smile widened and her eyes closed as she made her words sink in with you. “I want to get to know the real you, Y/N, and I’m not going to miss the opportunity of seeing how you managed to keep a little Bakugou alive.”

You didn’t know what to say, no words were good enough to express every emotion she made you feel after six years of doing everything on your own. There probably weren't any words that could sum up the feeling of someone wanting to see who you really were after being someone else your whole life. You werent fully convinced — you couldn’t be, this not only affected you, but your son too — but there was a simple statement that would let her know that this meant something.

“Thank you.”

A/N: I hope you like this Mina x reader moment! I know there wasn’t much Bakugou and Ryu action, but more to come soon. Also, Ryu’s quirk is explosions that are activated by contact with his hands, meaning that he has to touch something to let out an explosion unlike Katsuki who can just let them rip at any time!

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[cherrysha]

The Chase

Hey! First post on this blog and its something I’ve never actually written before! Its Yandere Hisoka because I just rlly have a soft spot fr evil bastards. I want to write a lil more on this one buuut ive got sum other baddies i need to write for first. Since its my 1st time writing a yandere fic feedback is rlly appreciated <3

My requests are open atm 

Warnings: Blood, a lil spit, Choking, Yandere themes, violence, slapping, crying, uhh Hisoka being a pervert but thats expected

word count: 1,600

18+ crowd here, minors get blocked.

Part 2 here

It didn’t take you long to understand why you were told to stay away. To be exact, it only took you three seconds.

-

“You know why no one has ever collected Hisoka’s bounty y/n?” your boss asked you after taking this mission.

Judging from his face you could tell the question was rhetorical. You rolled your eyes, waiting for him to finish his little lecture. “No one is stupid enough to walk into their own funeral. If you take his bounty you might as well pick out your own casket first, assuming you even have a body left to bury when he’s done with you. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave this one alone.” And with that, you left slamming the door behind you. No matter how many bounties you collected, it seemed like he just never gave you credit. It was just like him to underestimate your capabilities.

What a fool you were.

-

           That’s all it took. Three seconds and he had already sensed you. Even though you concealed your nen, even though you were a rooftop away, even though you took every single fucking precaution you knew, it did you no good. As you peered through your binoculars at him you were met with Hisoka’s full gaze, a sly smile spreading across his face. You felt it then, your hair standing on end, a sickening feeling in your gut. No, you hadn’t just walked to your funeral, you had sprinted.

You were running before you could even comprehend what happened, feet hitting the pavement as you tried to get as far away as possible. There was no time for you to be shocked, if his bloodlust was any indication of his power, you were as good as dead. There was no use in using any energy to try and conceal yourself now. He knew exactly where you were.

“I’ve got to be honest, you are definitely not what I expected…” Hisoka’s voice whispers into your ear. You faltered, your feet tripping over themselves as you felt the warmth of his breath on your neck. You couldnt hide the shock you felt that he had been able to catch up to you in such a short amount of time. Not many people could, and you had a head start. He lets you run anyway; his urge to murder you overpowered by his sudden desire to see you try to escape. No, he was going to savor this one. Hisoka always loved playing with his food and the way your heart was pounding was just too enticing.

-

You intrigued him, if he was being honest with himself. The chase had lasted longer than he had imagined. Any other bounty hunter would have stopped and tried to fight him by now. No, he could tell you were a smart one, you knew better than that. Hours of running had led to this moment and, oh, was he going to relish in it. 

After what seemed like forever, you finally hit the dirt, spluttering as your body gave out due to exhaustion. Such a weak little thing. And to think you truly believed you could take him on. It was laughable. The chase seemed as if it were over, Hisoka sighed, giving up on his hopes of toying with you even more. At this point he knew he might as well finish you off. He didn’t like playing with broken things, and right now there was no way you would ever be able to take him on. His eyes lingered over you, and something in him hesitated as he glanced at your crumpled form lying in the dirt, chest heaving with exhaustion. Hisoka’s gaze wandered over your body. He couldn’t help the smug smile that crept onto his face with how wrecked you look. Clothes grimy and tattered, bloody arms and legs from branches hitting your delicate skin. The sight alone made his mouth water. As you laid there and finally caught your breath his resolve to kill you started waning. But the thought of watching you try to run again sounded so boring. Both of you knew there was no point. Before he could jump down and finish you off, you spoke for the first time since his little chase started.

“There’s no point in hiding up there. I’m not stupid enough to believe I’ve gotten away.” Once he heard the lilt in your voice, he knew he wanted you. The twinkle that was still held in your dry throat was his undoing. How could someone run from death for hours and still sound as angelic as you did? He needed to know, he needed to hear more.

Your first good look at him was when he finally jumped down. Lithe and nimble, landing on his feet like a cat. He seemed well built, albeit his fashion sense was more than off-putting. “So perceptive…To think someone as smart as you would try to murder me. You should know better.” he chastised, circling you as you shifted into a kneeling position. This was it, twenty plus years on this earth just to go out in a single second. You sighed, it came with the job. You knew the risks. Now was no time to hold a pity party. “Can you make it quick? I promise you I’d rather die than hear you drone on and on about how foolish I am.” You didn’t look at him, instead you held your head down and waited. The chuckle he let out was low in his throat, almost imperceptible if you hadn’t been in the quiet of the forest. Surprisingly, his voice was still calm and collected as he smiled down at you “And what if I don’t want to do that? I don’t think you’re in a position to be making any orders little girl.” you held in the anger you felt bubbling to the surface, knowing that it would only serve to amuse him further. He wanted a reaction out of you, wanted to rile you up so killing you would be even more fun for him. You bit your lip, trying your hardest to resist the urge to punch his stupid face in.

Hisoka drew closer, bending down until you flinched away “Would you like to live?” he whispered, lips ghosting against your ear. His proximity sent a shiver down your spine, as if your body could sense how dangerous he was. “I’m not going to beg for my life Hisoka. You might as well end it now.” He groaned at that. God, did he love the sound of your voice saying his name. it felt as if he could live off of it alone. His fingers slowly traced your jaw until he reached your chin, pushing it up so he could finally get a good look at your face. “You’re a proud little thing aren’t you? No matter, I’m positive your defiant attitude will dwindle with time.” Your breath hitched at his last words. No, He wasn’t going to torture you if you could help it.

The anger was building up in your chest and you couldn’t help yourself when his face was just mere inches from yours. You spit, but that only managed to make his grin grow wider. Even though his demeanor seemed calm, his aura showed the opposite. Long nails dug into your skin as he gripped your jaw tight, blood seeping from the fresh puncture wounds. This time the laugh was audible, amusement in his eyes making your stomach curl. You werent given enough time to react to it for long, however. He lifted you off the ground by your throat, loving the way your hands instinctively curled around his arm. So soft and warm, so easily breakable. He wondered how long it would take to pull you apart piece by piece. Wondered how you’d look at him once he put all your pieces back together.

This was it; this was exactly what you wanted. A swift death. You closed your eyes again and waited as your airway was slowly constricted by Hisoka’s large hand. If you had kept them open, you would have seen the way he swiped your spit off of his cheek, sucking his fingers into his mouth and indulging in his first taste of you. His groan was mixed with a small whine this time. He wanted more; He needed more. His first taste and he already knew he would never get enough of you.

Meanwhile somewhere in the back of your mind you were amazed at how strong he was to only lift you with one hand, but you pushed it away. What a silly thought to have right before you die. of course he was stronger than you. Instead you tried to focus your mind on something better, something sweet. The sky right after a storm, the pond near your house with dozens of colorful fish, the feeling of your warm bed. Everything was going to be okay. You relaxed, letting the last of your breath go.

But within a split second he had dropped you, laughing as your body thudded against the ground. “Such an interesting little creature … A lot smarter than I gave you credit for. You already know just how to push my buttons don’t you sweetheart?” Gasping for air, you lay back in the dirt and allowed the tears to flow freely down your face and into the packed soil beneath you. You had been so close to cutting it short, so close to dying with at least a shred of your dignity left. To cry while on death’s doorstep was shameful, but it didn’t matter. It wan’t  like you could hide them once the torture started. Might as well lose your pride now, there wasn’t anything you could do. You were entirely helpless.

Hisoka saw it, the slump in your shoulders as the tears streaked through the grime covering your face. Those tears, he had to make sure that he was the only one who ever saw them. You were crying for yourself now, but once he got you home the only tears he wanted you to shed would be for him. From the pleasure he gave you. No, no one else could see them. They were his, you were his. He was determined to make you see, no matter how long he had to drill it into your stubborn head. The things he was planning on doing … he needed to ruin you.

Hisoka lifted you up by your neck again, but this time his grip was loose enough to allow you to breath. His hand came to your tangled hair, combing through before harshly yanking backwards only stopping once your face was mere inches from his own. You closed your eyes, not wanting to look at him. Not wanting to see the evil lurking just beneath the surface. Hisoka sighed, “Open your eyes for me darling.” You shook your head as best as you were able to with his grip still firmly in your hair. You couldnt trust yourself to speak, fearing your voice would crack and show just how weak you were.

 An audible crack echoed in your ears as Hisoka slapped you, biting back his moan at the whimper you let out. “Love, it’s impolite to close your eyes when I’m trying to speak to you. I thought my suggestion was enough, but if I have to use force then so be it.”. Fresh tears flowed as you stared at him, biting back your sobs as best as you could. You watched his yellow eyes flick to your cheek, smile widening in satisfaction at what he saw there. He tilted you impossibly close, licking up a trail of tears that marred your swollen and dirty face. “So sweet” he groaned, letting his head rest against yours. “And all mine.”.

[marinerainbow]

Can you do a little drabble about NiGHTS x Reader/Visitor? :')

Oh! O-Ok! I hope I do the character and request justice.

NiGHTS x Visitor!reader

(Gif courtesy of @marshmallow-biscuit-blog)

...

When you looked back on how your relationship with the purple dream jester started, and was unfolding, it was still jarring to this day. Not necessarily because you fell in love with a person you could only see in your dreams, but because of how... Real it was. It wasn't like a fairy tale as you had thought it would be. It felt more like a romance that would happen in the real world rather then in the dream world.

You had met NiGHTS so long ago, at least a few years ago. The fact that you were an adult in the night dimension alone made the nightmaren immidiatly be attracted to you, but back then it was more like how a child would be in awe at a seemingly impossible thing. They had chose to spend as much time with you as possible the first night you came here, expecting you to be gone the second you woke up.

But you came back.

Somehow, something within you allowed you to come back to the night dimension. NiGHTS was, once again, amazed at the sight of you. They, like last time, took all the time they could to play with you, dualize with you, explore with you, anything they could do with you, they did. All because they kept believing they wouldn't get another chance like this again.

But no matter what, you always came back. Night after night you would find yourself in the night dimension, and night after night they would drop whatever they were doing to quell their curiosity about you.

However, as you continued to visit the night dimension, NiGHTS had started to pace themselves with you; they would actually take time with an activity the two of you would do together, and wouldn't try to immediately jump to something else when you both were done. At first you had thought that they were growing bored of you, but then they started asking questions.

They would ask you questions about not only your world, but also your hobbies, your interests, your hopes, your ideas, anything about you they could ask without being too invasive.

Eventually, you noticed how they only inquired about you, but you had never asked about them, no doubt because of you being too busy answering all of the dream being's questions. You could still remember the first time you inquired about them, the shock on their face heavily implied they had never been asked questions that were about them, or at least they hadn't expected you to be curious about them. But nonetheless, NiGHTS was delighted to know that you had questions for them specifically, and would answer whatever you asked.

This was when your relationship with NiGHTS started to feel real, not just a dream.

As the two of you continued to ask questions about each other, you both had then started to do more then ask questions. The two of you started having just normal conversations, just talking about how your day- or in NiGHTS' case how the past cycle- went for the two of you. It was pleasent honestly, just the two of you being calm together, no fights with nightmaren, no confrontations with Reala no chasing Octopaw, just you, them, and your words.

However, once again, your relationship with NiGHTS took another turn.

You noticed how they had started being more touchy feely with you, they would out of the blue grab your hand to hold, embrace you, and on occasion they would even try to rub their face into yours, no doubt trying to give you an eskimo kiss without the nose. They would even take their fights more seriously when they were dualized with you. Of course, their teasing and their daring streak didn't disappear, that was simply how they were.

But you had also noticed that you liked the purple nightmaren more then just in a friendly way. You wanted more then just your friendly conversations and your fun adventures. You would worry about them when you were awake, even though you knew they could handle themselves. You had always accepted their physical displays of affection, but now you would actively seek NiGHTS out for their touches, and would even reciprocate with your own way of showing affection.

You had known by then what you were feeling. You had been in romantic relationships before, but you werent sure if dream folk like NiGHTS actually wanted relationships like that, so you just left it alone.

However, one day, they had just walked up to you and... Well, they just told you how they had started seeing you as a potential lover and would like it if the two of you took your relationship further. No nervous stammering, no impressive confession, they were just blunt and straight to the point with you, and only stared expectantly back at you when they saw the shocked look on your face, waiting for your answer.

You most definitely didn't expect NiGHTS to be the one to approach you first, you didn't even think that they would be interested in the first place! However, looking at how your relationship with them had progressed, you couldn't be surprised. So, after getting over your shock at how blunt their confession was, you accepted, and they gave you one of the biggest smiles you had seen.

Since then, the two of you had... Been normal, aside from the extra affection and how extra protective NiGHTS was of you, but other then that there werent any real changes. The two of you hadn't changed at all like those couples in those sappy movies would. You both would still tease the other, you both would still bicker with each other, and you both would still go on adventures around the night dimension.

If you were honest, you wondered if NiGHTS knew what a romantic relationship was for a while. One day you had decided to ask them what they thought dating was, and you could never forget their answer to this day.

"Dating? Well it allows me to be closer to my friend then I had ever thought possible!" They answered with their signature smile.

"B-But... You see me as more then a friend, right?" You had asked, trying to hold back your dejection for just a little longer.

They quirked a brow at your question, and then answered simply, "More then a friend? Well I see you as one of my best friends! But your also my lover. Your my friend, and my lover!"

And it was only then did you realize what they meant. You two were in a relationship, yes, but you both were still friends. That may have sounded obvious, but it didn't really click before then-

"Aren't you going to tell me what your thinking about?"

You gasped as you were startled out of your thoughts. Looking up, you saw the curious yet still smug grin on NiGHTS' face. If it werent for the fact that you had been lying on top of the purple jesters floating frame like a canopy, you would have shrieked at how close their face was to yours.

Smiling, you propped your chin on top of your folded arms, being careful not to poke yourself with the red crystal embedded in your lovers chest, before answering them, "It's nothing really, I'm just thinking about our past together."

They hummed, taking a second to readjust you in their arms before replying, "I see. With how lost in your own thoughts you were, I assumed you had wandered off into your own world without inviting me!"

You rolled your eyes at their teasing while smiling, "Well you dont need to worry, if I ever were to 'wander off into my own world', I'll bring you along for the ride."

Their eyes glimmered with mischief as they feigned relief, they even used one of their hands to drape dramatically over their forehead, "Oh goodness, what a relief! For a moment I thought my Y/N had forgotten about me!" They moaned, being sure to exaggerate their voice and features as much as they could.

You opened your mouth, about to respond in kind, before you noticed their lips were unguarded. Smirking, you reached forward to peck them on the lips, resisting the urge to chuckle when you saw the slight surprise on their face, "C'mon NiGHTS, you know I could never forget you."

Their shock only lasted a moment before they looked down at you, their smile turning tender as they gently clutched your chin and returned your kiss. They pretended to ignore your own shock as they pulled away, "I should hope so, you've left too much of an imprint on my life for me to forget you."

You returned their loving smile before resting your head on your arms again, "Of course, how can I when you and your world have changed my life?"

Although their smile had stayed the same, you could see a hint of sadness in their eyes, no doubt thinking about all the other visitors who had said those words and hadn't came back. Slowly, they wrapped both arms around you in a hug. This time, they said nothing, though their actions spoke louder then any words could.

You knew by now how much pain they hid behind their playful and flamboyant personality. You knew of their past haunting visitors' nightmares, betraying their own kind, and being able to do nothing as visitors kept leaving and not returning. Nothing needed to be said as you unfolded your arms as best as you could to return their embrace, trying to give them the reassurance they needed now.

Yes, you and NiGHTS were not your typical fairy tale, they were not some prince charming and you weren't a princess waiting to be rescued. You guys didn't have a special relationship because they were from another world, your relationship was special because of how you two were so familiar with one another. You two werent strangers that fell in love at first sight, you both had slowly developed feelings for each other over the course of your friendship. And that was how your relationship with them felt so real and genuine; you were friends who fell in love.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

...

How was this? Please tell me what you think! Questions and constructive criticism are more then welcome!

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “The verdict.”

Was writing very quick today, so forgive the typos, and I hope you like it 

The detective woke to a familiar face only a few feet away from his. He was being shaken back and forth and with every shake his head pounded. Despite being able to see it took  him more than a few minutes to finally understand what was even going on.

“Detective, detective! Wake up, there we go, that’s it. You hit your head pretty hard.”

When his vision finally focused down and he took the time to recognize the face in front of him, he yelped in sudden surprise and tried to leap to his feet. However, his legs had other ideas, and he sagged hard towards the ground, his head pounding and nauseous.

Admiral Vir laid a hand on his shoulder, “Woah there hotshot take it easy. Gonna need you to stay still so I can take care of this.”

He groaned and tried to swat the other man away, “You-!

“Didn’t do this.” HE said, grabbing the Detective by the wrist and holding it tight as he used his left hand, and a damp cloth to wipe blood from his head, “Think back a little and maybe you’ll remember.” 

Confused by the man helping him, and his own throbbing head, he did his best to think back.

He remembered being outside the cells watching the cameras. He remembered dozing off in his seat a little.

And then it came to him.

He remembered being violently dragged off his chair and into the dark bak room, a hand over his mouth only to be set upon by the three escaped human prisoners. Things were so silent and so quick that it was hard to rationalize what happened. His eyes, still trying to focus, looked around the room and the wide open floor which constituted some kind of bar or club, with chairs and tables and seats, and a dance floor. However, everything was deserted as of now, and he was sitting back against one of the couches, his legs sticking out straight before him.

Admiral Vir leaned forward a bit, eyes narrowed in concentration as he parted the matted hair on top of the detective’s scalp. The expression the detective had come to know, one of indignant, childish petulance, was gone, and in its place was a serious expression of worry and concern that made the man look nearly twenty years older than he was.

This was the man he had expected when he heard admiral, not the sass mouthing over talkative prisoner he had been trying to interrogate for the past day or two. Admiral Vir sat back on his heels, his expression serious still, but less worried now, “So, you got yourself whacked pretty hard. Luckily for you the bleeding stopped and the cut isn’t too deep. Normally I would suggest finding a doctor to make sure you haven't badly concussed yourself, but considering the circumstances, we don’t really have that option.

We? He thought with some incredulity repeating the phrase before he knew what he was saying, “We…. What do you mean by we. I am the detective and YOU are the suspect.”

A little bit of the sarcastic childishness returned as the Admiral rolled his eyes to the heavens, “You are a pretty shit detective if you haven’t figured out by now that I am on your side.” Admiral Vir sat back on his heels, his one green eye staring the detective in the face, surprisingly devoid of any sort of malice.

“I’m going to be honest with you about exactly what happened, no sarcasm this time, no jokes. I was called into this planet as a consult to a murder.” he held up a hand as the detective went to protest, “Yes, I know, I am no detective, but I was asked by the GA, so I went. When we got there we found a dismembered Tesraki body in the back of his shop, based on the tourist area and and violence of the crime, I determined that humans had done it. WHen I saw the missing limbs I immediately assumed this was some sick plot about trying to find exotic meat or something, but it turns out I was wrong on that front.”

The admiral Stood and went over to toss the damp rag into a trashcan before returning, “I returned to our hotel room later that night with Krill and Sunny and sat down to compile a list of possible names. I found about twenty, but by the time I was done, it was already too late at night to do anything. I tried to sleep, but none came, so I left to go on a walk. Naturally my preoccupied mind let me towards the part of the city where those twenty names were registered.

It was only by luck that I ran into that alley at all. I couldn’t let the Tesraki die, so I stupidly jumped in and nearly got my throat cut once or twice. I did knock two of them out and break the sternum of the other one.” He patted the leg which the detective happened to know was mechanical, “I always forget how strong this piece of hardware is, but anyway, I called the authorities and the men were carted away. The Tesraki was fine when he left. I remember wrapping my jacket around him and carrying him out to wait for emergency vehicles. That was the last time I saw him. WHen we returned to the precinct the day after, was when you showed up and arrested me.”

The detective sat, his head reeling slowly in confusion and suspicion, “But I saw the security tapes. That’s not what happened.”

“Can you guarantee those security tapes werent doctored. Were you the first person to have your hands on them?” 

He paused and then shook his head, “Well, no.”

“And do you admit it is kind of weird for me to be arrested the day after the three men in the alley?” “I mean a little.”

“And based on all the research you have done on me, isn’t this a bit out of character.”

The detective paused unwilling to admit that he had been having some doubts. Sure he had been given a preliminary report of the Admiral’s criminal history, but when he got a better look at it, most of his actions had been justified. In the Drev war, he had been a member of operation Steel eye, a drugged young man being taken advantage of by a system. During the first contact incident, his excitement had led to the discovery of aliens, though the bran had misinterpreted his enthusiasm as hunting. His return to the Drev home planet had involved him spending time to learn their language and about their culture. And his murder of the burg that had inevitably caused the war was an act in self defence, and he couldnt have known that spitting on the creature was going to kill it.

He sighed deeply, “Alright, you have a point…. But I still think your an annoying asshole.”

The man smiled, “I get that a lot.”

“Anyway point of the story is, I woke up to something last night and the cell was open. I think they were trying to frame me for your murder, but the Tesrak idetective came into help at the alst second, and told me to get out as soon as I can.”

He supposed that made sense, and fit into his experience, “And what do you plan to do now? How are you going to get out of this. IF this is really a plot to frame you, and the department is involved, we can assume it comes from high up, with someone powerful enough to at least consider themselves above the law.”

The Admiral paused, tapping his fingers against his knee, “Did you come here in your own ship?”

*** “You must find the admiral and the detective. Leave admiral Vir alive, but make sure the detective dies. In the meantime, I will take this evidence and present it to the GA council, they are unlikely to disbelieve video evidence of the crime.”

The Kree sighed, but nodded, “It will be done.

At that announcement Sunny suddenly grabbed krill by his shoulder and hauled him back into the darkness just in time for the Kree to step out of the office followed by the Tesraki senator.

WIth one hand over Krill’s mouth, Sunny pulled the two of them behind a very large potted plant, watching as the two made their way down the hall. 

They had just disappeared around the corner, when Krill turned to look at Sunny, “Why didn’t we jump them?”

Sunny turned to frown at him, “Because what were we going to do, threaten to eat him? Besides, no one would believe us, at least not here. I have a better idea.” “A better idea?”

“Just trust me”

***

Admiral Vir pulled his jacket up against the rain as they came to the launch field. It wasn’t that far away from the department, so they had to keep a low profile, which was hard as two humans, though the cover of rain helped some. The Detetive checked around the landing strip and then motioned the admiral to follow him quickly. Adam did as told and hurried after him, until they came upon  a little black/silver ship at the back of the lot.

Adam raised an eyebrow, “A rundi short cruiser, how did you manage to score one of these babies.” he ran his hand along her smooth aerodynamic hull.

“A what? Oh this thing.” He shrugged, “It was given to me for this mission.”

Adam frowned, “This thing? You mean this work of art.

The man just stared at it, ‘It’s a spaceship.”

“It is a shuttle that can warp! And you are calling it just a spaceship. It’s one of only ten ships in existence like this. The Detective shrugged unimpressed, and Adam sighed long and loud, “You have no appreciation for the finer things in life. I bet you don’t even know how to drive it.”

“Its autopilot, why would I want to drive it?”

Adam put his head in his hands, “You’re going to make me cry.”

The door to the little ship hissed open, and the two of them climbed inside. The interior was almost as sleek as the outside, and Adam couldn’t help but run his hands over the console and controls as he went to take a seat in the copilot chair as the other man sat down and began slowly flipping up pre programmed controls.

Adam sighed as the detective flipped through the instruction manual.

“Do you want to drive/” The other man snapped 

“I thought you’d never ask.” Adam retired, reaching out a hand for the controls.

Just then the two of them were blinded as a bright spotlight beamed down upon them.

“Admiral Vir, step away from the controls and come out with your hands up.”

“Shit!” 

The detective was just reaching out to power down the shuttle, when Adam reached forward, and flicked up the last few switches with lightning speed, turning over the engine and grabbing the controls.

“What the hell are you doing!” The detective yelled “You can’t fly this thing manual, it's too fas-”

He punched the throttle, and they rocketed into the air, doing a tight barrel roll to the left narrowly avoiding the emergency shuttle and equipped high beams. The detective screamed, and then choked off as the G force slammed him back into his seat.

Adam caught their spin and leveled out, coming face to face with another three cruisers. Pulling back on the joystick with his left hand, they shot up vertically before he took them into a spinning vertical dive that had them cutting past the two shuttles, now spinning in confusion.

The Detective screamed again as they pulled out of the dive and back into a vertical climb. On the rear cameras, he could see the three shuttles meandering around in confusion, and thought they were out of the woods for a moment before another set of beams fell on them, and a sleek black ship, of a make he could not identify, fell in behind them.

He punched it harder, pulling into a tight backward loop. WIthout his flight suit the G forces behaved brutally causing his vision to blacken at the edges, but by tensing his belly and chest, he continued to force blood into his head. Off to the side, the G force had been to much for the Detective who was hit with a sudden bout of G-lock and passed out, flopping against his harness like a fish.

He pulled out of the dive just behind the pursuing shuttle, and then quickly cut up and left, pushing the ship to the extremes of it’s speed. As they rose higher into the atmosphere there was an automatic cachunk as the atmospheric engine moved over to the compressed warp/funsio nengine.

The detective flopped around like a dead fish for a few more seconds before his head slowly rolled back upright. He looked horribly green.

“IF you throw up I swear to the Leviathan, I am going to kill you.”

Behind him the little black ship was maintaining a distant pursuit with some difficulty.

Once out of the atmosphere and heading into high orbit, Adam reached down and engaged the warp. 

The detective reached out a hand, “Wait!”

But it was too late, the universe around them began to spiral, folding over on itself and reflecting back the space like a mirror. The feeling was terrible like being folded in half or pulled apart as everything far away appeared close and everything close appeared far away.

Admiral Vir felt himself getting ready to pass out against the full power of an undampened warp his brain unable to fathom what he was seeing as space around them was compressed.

They came out with a sudden jolt that threw them against their seats jerking them forward and then back with a sudden halt.

The Detective groaned piteously where he was passed out in his seat Ad had barely retained consciousness, but shook it off as he reached out to grab the controls.

A soft dripping noise had him turning his head to the side, upon which time he grinned rather smugly and turned his head back to the front where the rundi planet, Irus, glowed like a blue and orange marble against the sky. The Detective didn’t wake up for a good few minutes, but when he did, he was soon followed by cruising and a face reddened by embarrassment, “Your first undampened  short warp I take it?” Adam said grinning.

HTe man didn’t answer.

Still grinning, adam laughed, “Don’t worry, it happened to the best of us at one point. Most people aren't able to keep their bladder in check during thief first warp.”

“You’re an asshole, you know that.”

“Well aware, but at least this asshole isn’t sitting in a puddle of his own urine.” His merriment was shut up a few second later as their shuttle jerked violently forward, “Shit!” He yelled, forcing the ship back onto it’s trajectory. He took a look at the back camera to see that, somehow, the other ship was still following them.

“Hold on to your hat!” He yelled, punching the throttle and rocketing them towards the blue surface of the planet.

THe Detective screamed again as they roared into the atmosphere at incredible speeds, fire licking up at the sides as atmospheric friction caught up with them. Adam knew what he was doing, he knew just how much power it would take to burnt through the hull or rip off her wings. Knowing his opponent had a less advanced ship, he hoped that they would either, overestimate their abilities or pull back.

And he was right, they did for a while, though not in time as a contingent of Rundi defence ships shot up after them demanding identification over the radio. He was too busy flying to respond, and the Detective could barely function as a human being. The other ship was swarmed, but Adam managed to pull them down into a tight inverted roll backwards and vertical before pulling up and rolling to the side.

The manuver was more than the rundi ships could handle and they lost him as they roared towards the planet.

The city was closer now, close enough that he could see the spires of the GA council chamber. 

He soared over the launch filed.

“What are you doing!” The detective yelled 

“We don’t have time!” Adam snarled pulling back on the joystick and reversing the thrusters to come to a halt right over the open GA courtyard, WIth steady hands he lowered himself into the open plane as delegates divided out of the way. Guards ran from the outer edge and inward surrounding his ship.

He turned and threw open the doors running out into a wall of heat that battered against him without mercy. The guards froze in confusion as they saw him, and he took the moment to push past.

Behind him the detective staggered out onto the marble barely able to walk, moving about like he was drunk.

WIth a steady stride, adam made his way towards the council chamber.

***

“And as the presented evidence shows, Admiral Vir is a murderer.” The Tesraki delegate announced shocked whispers rising up around him as they stared as the video footage, “In light of these events, I move to-”

At the end of the hall, a door onto the floor slammed open, and everyone turned in shock just in time to see a vrul and a Drev step onto the floor. The Drev was just about to open her mouth to speak when another door slammed open.

The entire delegation moved to their feet with shouts of shock and surprise as Admiral Vir stepped onto the floor, “I OBJECT!.” he paused frowning, “Wait, that’s for weddings isn’t it.”

The chairwoman stood, “Admiral Vir, What do you have to say for yourself.”

Before he could say anything Sunny cut in, “He’s being framed!”

The Tesraki counselor rose to his feet, “Lies, do you have proof?”

“Uh, well no.”

“YES!”

Adam turned to sunny, shook himself and turned back to the delegation, “Er YES!” he turned his head to look at Sunny, “We do/”

She stepped forward, “I have evidence that admiral Vir was being framed, framed by.” She turned and jabbed a finger at the Tesraki, “YOU.” He stepped back in shock, and a muttering rose up around them.

“How dare you.”

Sunny marched forward and past the guards, reaching up to hand something to the chairwoman, who took it and passed it to an assistant, who hurried over to insert the chip into their system.

A voice rose over the speakers, “Get out there, FIND HIM and make sure he doesn’t ruin this for me. If this all works out, by the end of the month I will be chairman of the GA, and the humans will simply be an afterthought.” said the Tesraki delegates voice.

Hundreds of eyes turned to look at him in open shock.

He stepped back hand raised, “I have no idea where this came from.

THe second Tesraki delegate stood a look of absolute rage on her face, “How could you!” she snapped, “How could you betray us like this.”

He stammered, “But he, he escaped prison, he killed the detective!”

Just then, the doors at the end of the room opened up and the Detective came waddling into the room looking miserable and nauseous, but very much alive. Following him Came the Tesraki detective, hauling an unconscious Kree in his wake, who he dumped on the floor as soon as he made it to the center.

The Tesraki was looking a little more worse for ware, his ear torn, green blood staining his fur

He raised a hand and pointed a finger at the delegate, “The Admiral is telling the truth, he was framed, and THIS TESRAKI threatened my department to do it. I was scared at first as my family is in grave peril but I couldn't stand by and watch a good man be framed for selfish reasons.” He turned to the delegation, “He is angry that the humans have taken so much Tesraki economic power, despite the fact that.” he turned an accusatory eye on the Tesraki, “The average citizen has never been so well off. Because of human tourism, we are thriving. The only one’s different are the corporations, and now this Tesraki would have it so we go back to the old days when the average citizen was poor and the elite ruled.”

Sunny nodded, “There is more to that recording. We tracked it by following the a spy who was charged with making tampered video footage to incriminate Admiral Vir. You know him, you know him as a human who has always worked for the betterment of the GA. There is no chance that he could have done anything lie what they are saying.

There was a pause in the crowd for a moment, and then Lord Celzex stood, “IT is as I said, Admiral Vir would never do such a crime, and we have no reason to believe he would start now.”

The Tesraki delegate snarled, though was almost immediately cold cocked in the face by the other Tesraki delegate as guards moved in from the sides of the room to detain the Tesraki and the Kree.

In the chaos Admiral Vir and Sunny were pushed to the side, pinned into a small corner.

She looked down at him, and he looked up at her.

“Thanks for having my back.”

She smiled, “no problem, I’ve decided I want to keep your around for a while.”

He grinned, “I hope you do.” He stretched up on the balls of his feet and she leaned down, their foreheads pressed against one another for a quick moment before disengaging and beng swept away on the tide of questions and confusion. 

[temptingempress]

The Mafia’s Princess J.hs (2)

Summary: “I can’t loose you because if I loose you I loose myself. You’re all I have left.” she begged him to put the gun down. Her bloody knees splashed into the mud. Helicopters surrounded them and the sirens were getting closer and closer but she could think about was him. The man whom she fell in love with, standing in front of them. Gun pointed towards his head.

This is a HoseokxOc story but feel free to think of her as y/n. I just didn't want to call her y/n so I used my own character that you'll see in a lot of my stories but her mood and temperment will change in each story.

Warning: A bit of sexual interaction but nothing too much, weapons, skin damage, cursing, DIOR FREAKING HOSEOK. AKA: SUPERIOR HOSEOK.

Previous: https://temptingempress.tumblr.com/post/639443379410927616

Hauling Areum away in his arms from the vent into his arms, he opened the window just to see that the cops and dogs were guarding the entire motel, just waiting for them to come back and attack. He had to think and he had to think fast or else they’ll both be dead meat. He looked around and spotted one place where the dogs nor the cops have reached yet. The garbage bin. Of course, it was disgusting but it was the only chance they got. 

Hoseok’s P.O.V

I sigh as I held Areum close to my chest, there’s no way that she could be seen by the police or else it’s pretty much over for her and her family. I quickly set Areum down being careful not to to injure her even more than I already did. I had some spare time until the cops could reach this area. Taking my jacket off, I carefully wrapped it on her wounded leg so no infection would begin to grow. I had to get her back home and I had to do it fast. There she could be met with a medic. This all has me wondering if I should just drop her off at the place she belongs and leave her be. All I am is trouble in her life. I am in everybody's and I really dont give a shit. I’ve become my own nightmare that lost it’s mercy ten years ago but when it comes to her. I swear I’d do anything. I’ve become so selfish and allowed my heart to become enslaved in chains to her love. To her affection. To the way she smiles or the way the moonlight touches her soft skin. 

Love is tortuous, I feel myself going on a never ending rollercoaster with her. She was the worst thing that ever happened to me but the best thing at the same time. She can’t let me go and that’s the worst part about this relationship because I know at some point she’s going to have to let me go. Not that I want to go. I want to be her dream man and offer everything she wants that she deserves but not off of blood money. I’ve never thought that one time in my life I’d be regretting being a mafia lord. Love is powerful. 

All this goes through my mind as I picked her up once more and jumped into the trash can, where there were a lot of bags. Yes, it’s risky to possibly get stabbed by glass shards or bitten by a rat but it was better than prison. Our landing sound was muffled by the plastic bags. The cops were approaching so I closed the bin and hid myself and Areum to the best of my ability. There happened to be a small hole that I peeped through to see if the cops were going along their way but they weren’t. They were just guarding the whole hotel as well as their dogs. We needed a distraction so I picked up a rusted old wrench and while they werent looking aimed it at the highest window that was out of the cop’s eyesight, so of course they wouldn’t see the wrench. Once the glass broke the cops shouted and ran towards the window, holding their guns up. I took Areum when the coast was clear and silently got out of there, running far away into the woods. Once I was far enough, I slung Areum onto my back and looked into my suitcase for a pager. “I need a car sent to Eastwood Urgently.” 

Eastwood was about 5 miles away but it was the only place where I knew to navigate to from here. My pager dings before a man starts to talk “Yes sir, it will take us fifteen minutes. Parked in the garage sir.”

“Thanks Jungkook. Coming home soon, prepare med for Areum. She got a bog bite...” I looked at Areum’s leg. Lines of slightly opened bloody flesh lined along her legs “And a bit of a scratch.”

As I kept walking on the cops were soon long gone or so I think. You never know in this field of work. I had a long ways to go and there was no way Areum could walk on her feet. She wasn’t very heavy so I could handle it. Walking through nature was quite nice actually. It’s not something I usually do. I had to make it to Eastwood before the sun rose because if not I could get caught by someone. I felt Areum shift her head on my back, and soon her hips.

“Baby?” I say to her as she regains her conscious. I went to a tree and sat her down onto the leaves so she could wake up and I could take a small break before we move again.

Areum’s P.O.V

An instant sting shot onto my leg as if somebody took sharp nails and dragged it along on my skin. “Augh!” I whimpered as I reached for the long bloody scratch. I saw that a sweater was wrapped around my bloody wounds. I don’t even remembered what happened after being in that vent. All I remember was darkness. “It hurts.” my voice cracks as my hands tried to rub down the cut to attempt to make it feel better but my attempts only made it worse. I wasn’t used to all this. I mean, small scars and such were common but this? My eyes began to water as the pain only got worse. It wouldn’t go away. Hoseok knelt towards me, caressing my cheeks. “Hey, you’re alright.” 

~

Areum felt Hoseok’s heavy breaths as he continued to walk with her in his arms. Two hours passed and they were far out of the cop’s sight. They were almost to their destination but Hoseok’s steps became slower. Areum spoke “Stop, I could walk on my own now.”  Hoseok shook his head as he kept walking. Sure, he was tired and he exhausted. He could just pass out right then and there but he wasn’t going to let go of her.  “Hoseok.” Areum spoke louder as her fingers gripped his shirt. “Let me go.” “You’ll get hurt more Areum, I’ve already done enough to you!” He didn’t let go her, he couldn’t let her go but soon enough he had to let her go. “Let’s take a break.” he panted. Areum’s P.O.V

I laughed a little as he had to let me go sooner or later. Some long scratched lined my leg and I still felt the sting but it wasn’t unbearable. I could walk on my own now, well, at least limb. By looking at Hoseok slumped down on a tree I had to walk at this point “Okay, just get on my shoulders.” He panted and knelt down. I chuckled a bit as I tightened the ‘band aid’ Hoseok put on my cut. “No love.” I push Hoseok’s shoulders back up. “I need to start doing things on my own.” Five years ago. Areum’s P.O.V

The evening of the ball was wonderful to say the less but as the sun set over the horizon the part I dreaded came. The dance. Where my parents set up certain men from different kingdoms to dance with me. Expecting me to find my one and only true love but the truth was I liked none of these stuck up petty men. They think they all have me at their fingertips when really they all disgust me. With their pristine suits, perfect smiles, and expensive rings. I was so sick of seeing all of them but especially one of them, Namjoon. 

Namjoon was the richest prince there was. Everyone knew him, loved him, and loathed him. He was the number one running to marry in my parents list but certainly not on mine. Taking a class of champagne before the dance I saw Namjoon coming towards me. Even down to the way he walks irritates me. Even though he didn’t do anything to me I just didn’t want to marry him. I didn’t want him to take me away to wherever he lived and trap me as his little house wife. Oh yeah, might I mention, all of Namjoon’s ex wives told me not to marry him because he’s demanding, bratty, and a so called womanizer.

He gave me a smile and fixed his glasses and I returned with a nice gesture. Coming close he looked down to me, admiring every aspect of my long golden dress. He finally spoke “Good day my lady, I’m looking forward to out dance.”  I just smiled and nodded, just because I hated him didn’t mean I had to be rude to the guy. Even though I really wanted to punch his ass to ten buck two. His next words to me made me gag my champagne. “Maybe I could get more than a dance by the end of tonight.”  He swayed away with a wink. Now I really wanted to get out of this place. That man was the epitome of sickness. The bell rung and it was already time for the dance. All the princesses gathered in front of the princes. I took my position right in front of Namjoon. The kings and queens oversaw from the tall stories. Overlooking their daughters with binoculars, seeing if they could see anything “magical.”

The dance has begun and we all followed the elaborate and precise steps to the rhythm. Princes caught us by our waist and held onto our hands tight. Twirling all around the dance floor I soon was caught by Namjoon. My soon to be king. He smirked down onto me as his hand traveled down my waist. I gave him a naïve smile but I really knew what he was doing all along. I couldn’t be more happy to spin again into another prince’s arms but Namjoon seemed disappointed that my body left his presence.

 The dance went on and on and on. “I think we have found the one for Namjoon, may he have your daughter in marriage?” Namjoon’s father exclaimed loud enough for me to hear. My body went into full shock, I just wanted to get out of there. I knew my parent’s would say yes since they’ve been rooting for us. 

Spinning

Spinning

My eyes caught the guards running outside of the palace, everyone seemed distracted so I decided to discreetly take my leave. I lifted my long golden dress up and ran to where the guards were running towards. They led me all the way outside. I heard one of the guards running close so I pressed my back onto the brick wall surrounded by bushes so they wouldn’t see me.  “There he is!” One of them yelled and chased after a man. I tried to get a closer look but all I could see was a leather black mask and all black attire. He seemed to have a black turtle neck a buckles along his chest. Strange, how could he even get into the castle’s quarters. I knew I shouldn’t of but I followed the thief, looking for some new excitement. The guards lost him but I knew exactly where he was heading, the maze. He was taking a shortcut to the maze. One that could be missed by the guards. It was strange that he knew where everything was in this castle, was he one of our workers before? He entered the maze and I came after him. I saw something shiny in his hands, aw it was my bracelet. As I followed I stepped on the noisiest branch. 

Dang

The thief turned back, pulling out a black gun and it sure did look terrifying. Something that’s never allowed on the grounds of the castle. “Who goes there.” He spoke. “Come out or I will shoot.” 

I didn’t really have a choice, the last thing I wanted to do tonight was get shot. Well, maybe it was better than getting engaged to Namjoon. I came out of the bushes and allowed my dress to flow down. I bowed at the thief lifting two sides of my dress up. Once I analyzed his face might I say... He wasn’t bad looking, he looked pretty good for a thief actually. “Princess Bailey.”  The thief stood there for a bit, probably in shock he’s seeing me out of anyone. Hoseok’s P.O.V

 This day couldn’t get anymore stranger. I put the bracelet in my pocket but held the gun tight in my hand. I wasn’t afraid to get royal blood splattered on my clothes. “Who do you come with. Where are the guards.” For some reason she just stood in front of me. Staring me down as if I was some sort of toy in the toy store. She took a step closer to me but I took two steps back, holding my gun higher to her head. If I shot at anytime she would for sure dead. This was one bold princess. She spoke once again “That bracelet, it’s mine. But, you could have it.” “I wasn’t asking.” “What is it for might I ask? Will you pawn it?” She seemed super calm when seeing a whole criminal right in front of her. The biggest one of Korea that is. “It’s for someone.” “Oh a gift? How kind of you sir. If you asked me I would’ve gave it to you.”  “You don’t even know me. “ “Who are you then.” The princess smiled as she stepped closer again “I come in peace, please lower your gun.”  Not budging still I get a small intercom out of my pocket and spoke “Bring the helicopter in the maze.” “Helicopter? That’s not very discreet. This castle is filled with security tools. You’ll surely get shot down.” She sung as her heels kicked the rocks on the ground. I thought about it and she did have a point. “Cancel the helicopter..” I turned the intercom off and looked at the princess. “Okay, then what do you suggest?” The princess smiled and turned to me. Happy that I gave her an inch. This may be a big trap but at this point I didn’t have a choice. 

“Follow me.” She hums.

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Hello everyone, I hoped you liked the part two of the Mafia’s Princess. Now you know a little backstory, I’m curious if anybody reads my story. If so could you please comment or anonymously tell me so I am more encouraged to continue it? Thank you so much and tell me what you think so far. I might accept request pretty soon! Thank you so much for reading :)

[idjitlili]

Blah its me

Kili x Modern!reader

Summary:Imagine Kili being sent to find you ,to only to see you dressing by a small river,spotting your belly button piercing. And him liking your earrings so much that he asks you to pierce his ears.

over 2280 words

You we apart of Thorin's company since you fell upon fron the sky ,whacking your head on a tree,landing face first infront of the company who rode ponies.You had used your arms to stop you whacking your face in the mud. You had groaned,standing up brushing the mud from your bottom."I have been falling for 30 minutes!" you had growled not noticing the bunch of dwarves,a hobbit and a wizard had been eyeing you. "d-did she just fall out of the sky?" the hatted dwarf had spoke ,in which in time you learned to know his name as Bofur.

The dwarves sat still on their ponies in spoke,until the youngest Durin prince spoke "did it hurt when you fell from the heavens of malah?" he spoke flirting while you as the older dark haired dwarf turned around and shot him a look,which he simply ignored. "I feel some stairs and ended up here not down from heaven..." the words slipped quietly from your lips ,the wizard had looked at you thinking before he spoke "it seems that this maiden is not from middle earth  ,Am I correct?" you wanted to know who the fuck he knew that."middle earth,what no,its just earth." he hummed at you. Soon after that you were apart of the company,to much off Thorins disagreement you were in.

Which led you to now you were in Rivendell already;Thorin didnt like that very much. You were quite happy with about ,Elrond had given you a room with a bath,you hadnt had a proper clean in a long while. Plus a cute elf named Lindir,had accompanyed you to your room,offering you his arm. You had happily taken it blushing,the dwarves werent impressed by this ,Kilis face scrunched up in jealousy.

It wasnt a shock to Fili that his brother had grown to have a crush on you,a strange girl from another world. He knew better to keep it to himself ,and only tease Kili about it quietly. Thorin was only just beginning to like you,Fili didnt want you being left on the side of the road if his uncle found out about his youngest nephews feelings for you.

You had thanked Lindir greatly for helping you to your room,he had smiled at you "you are very welcome lady y/n,Elrond has told me about you and wishes me to inform you that if you would like you can stay here in Rivendell." you didnt know what to say ,you loved it in Rivendell and Lindir was indeed bodacious,but you grown to like a certain prince. Not that you could do anything about it,he was royalty ,you were a mere human ,not that kili acted like a prince more immature than anything.

"I really couldnt,they would feel betrayed,"you spoke quietly.looking at your dirty shoes. "though its not only reason is it?" his voice was like silk in noise,golden smooth,his head high as you look up at him ,shaking your head no. "Im sure he returns your love." you almost choked ,as he left how could he known,damn. You turned into your room almost turning into sonic running to the bath. Soon scrubbing yourself with the rich soaps and oils,conditioning your hair.  

After you had wrapped yourself in one towel;another in your hair. Slowly dressing yourself in your short underwear,not boxers but they were were shorts and underwear. And your bra from your world ,about to put on the mint green dress Elrond had sent to your room,well was until the door knocked. "who is it?" (james franco pineapple express,yeah you sound like that ) "Bluh it's me" he stated ,je was still annoyed about Lindir,but he didnt hold it to you ,it wasnt his choice who you liked. You hadnt realised that you were fully dressed ,your wet hair now down ,water making your skin shine against the light.  As you walked towards the door,opening it to reveal Kili he hadnt yet bathed clearly.

His eyes quickly scanned your body,blushing as he say you in your underclothes,you looked at him confused to his facial expresion. "Im sorry , I disturbed you,its just dinner is ready," You had looked down to see what he gestured about ,you had blushed in embarrassment."oh god,yeah I'll be right there." you tried to play it off ,but his eyes still kept glancing ,he nodded turning to leave,but a jem catches his eye.

He turns back to you loooking down at your bellybutton gasping "Is that a jem in your bellybutton?"he beyond shocked he had never seen something like it before,he didnt understand why you hadnt shown it off,he thought it was beautiful. "oh..um its my belly button piercing?" he had looked even more confused ,looking down to see how it worked. You sighed pulling him in by his arm,making him almost fall over,sitting him on the side of the bed,you laying flat next to him. So your stomach looked flatter than when it did when you sat,not that you should be ashammed ,it was just so he could see. He had looked at you as you unscrewed the ball pulling out the bar. "see theres a hole,damn thats what she said." his hand went near before he pulled it away,you pulled it back assuring it was fine.

He had grabbed the bar eyeing it ,before popping back into its rightful placing securing the ball ontop. " do men in your world have that too?" he had questioned as you stood up pulling the dress on before sitting next to Kili on the bed. "no not many ,its mostly because they get made fun of by other men that claim its a gay thing to do aka ,men that like men  do it ,but it isnt anyone can do it,more women have it done. some people are just scared of the pain of having it done ,but inreality it doesnt hurt at all,just the same as my first ear ones," in the end you had pointed to your earrings that lay on the lobe.

kill had watched interest,he really thought you were the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. "i like it very much y?n it suits you very well." you had smiled blushing as he smirked at your reaction."thank you kili." you looked the floor not knowing what to say after that."do you think one day you will help me go get my ears done like yours are on that bit?" he spoke shyly pointing to your ear lobe. "I mean if you want.. I could now." you response now looking at kili whos face lights up like the moon in the night sky,nods eagerly,you run to your bag grabbing your spare unused hoops and clean needle and a slightly wet cloth,rushing back to him.

You jump on the bed ,bouncing slightly almost stabbing yourse;f with the needle,you kneel facing his left ear. "just the one ear?" at the moment you had one stud in your first hole and in the otherside a lego indiana jones figure dangling. Like who didnt play at least one lego game on the wii as a child,maybe you still do cough me. "what do you think?" he had questioned holding the needle and earring as you used the cloth to clean his lobe gently,he tried to stay still under your grip."I think the one for now ,so you can sleep on the other side,without aggravating it while it heals." you spoke quietly,standing up to put the cloth down on the beside table,pulling the dress up before sitting back down now comfortble on your knees thats what she said.

"alright then,just the one please." he looked at you smiling nervously,you smiled back at him excitedly. You lined the needle up to the appropriate position. "you ready?" you asked him."ye-Ow" you had cut him off stabbing the needle through,and placing in the hoop. "that did not hurt,youve been stabbed by a bloody sword,and made less of a fuss. did that go over your head?" you grabbed the cloth once again ,shoving his hand away from the ear as he rubbed ,now cleaning the piercing.

"Nothing goes over my head my reflexes are too fast, I would catch it." you snorted at his response pulling him up from the bed,discarding the cloth,leading him to the mirror standing behind him as he looked at the earring with a big grin."Ilove it!" he practially shouted turning around engulfing you in arms twirling you around, your face flashes red as does his when he puts you down embarrassed. "i-im sorry," he spoke looking at the floor you had grabbed your hand "dont be ,lets go the company will be waiting." you spoke pulling the blushing dwarf out the door with you.

You had let go of his hand once you had reached the others,sitting down beside bofur,kili beside you. They had stared at you brielfly."you look very nice ,lass." bofur had told you smiling next you ,you had blushed quietly thanking him. "Yes,,Y/n you look truly look more beautiful than when you were covered in mud,if that was even possible." fili smirked at you then briefly at his brother ,he wanted him to step up stop being so scared of you a shy guy,like you would go blurting out that you didnt like him,but you did. "t-thank you." you werent used to the compliments ,nor many people interacting with you.

"kili,what is that in your ear??" Thorin had interrupted the dwarves commenting on you ,his voice stern,his face almost a frown,you looked at kili nervously you didnt want to get in trouble from thorin.  "SO ,I basically accidently saw y/n had an earring thingy in her bellybutton-" "A what? lass show us." bofur had cut him off now everyone was starring at you, waiting ,you stood up. Only for kili to pull on your telling you not to do what you were about to do ,sending you a pleading look. You had shook your head ,assuring him it was fine ,pulling the dress up above your belly button.

You had just revealed to the whole company a f/c jem that was your bellybutton jewerly,also your bare thighs and underwear. That elf Lindir had smirked at you,causing kili to almost explode,as he saw it the dwarves were in shock as you sat down,they still said nothing. "why would you keep such beauty hidden?" Dwalin the least person you wouldve expected spoke up,you didnt think he thought anything was beautiful expect maybe I dont know his mother. "..uh b-because I cant wonder around with you guys in half a shirt ,I would definitely get stabbed easier." you spoke yet again quietly ,making bilbo laugh at your tone. Kili smiled before breaking the silence ,"so yeah anyways I made her pierce my ear,how do I look? more majestic than uncle?" he had mocked shaking his hair slowly ,like a hair product advert,making you giggle.

"So you two are courting?" Thorin asked eyeing down his sisters youngest son,you both sat there not knowing what to say ,until you did. "w-what do you mean?" you had questioned the dwarven king. "he means Kili saw you practially naked ,and then you gave him a body modification,and then supplied him with the jewerly,all pretty intimate it seems." Bofur piped up,taking a drag from his pipe. You blushed ,looking at the salad infront of you ,picking up a piece of cucumber chewing it avoid the scene, "y/n ,may I speak with you ?"you had turned to  kili nodding grabbing another piece of cucumber as he took your hand helping you up,leading you to a hall with the sword that chopped saurons fingers off.

He stood infront of you his eyes filled with panic ,and nerves ,as he literally lunged foward cupping your cheeks pressing his lips to yours,before pulling away embarrassed."y/n,im sorry,but they are right,I want to court you." he paced around ,until you spoke "dont be sorry" he stopped turning to look at you shocked, "i want to court you" thats all it took for him to pull you into a passionate kiss,before pulling away when you had heard someone clearing their throat.

"finally,I having been trying to force this for weeks." fili poopped out smirking,and soon after bilbo "and me"

"how??" kili and questioned,holding you in an embrace. "well we would accidently trip you into each other or get you both on nightwatch together ,or-" "okay we get it thank you very much "

"god damnit dildo gaggins and the jensen ackles ,john travolta love child."

a/n lets pretend i didnt pierce my mid ear with a safety pin at 14 or give myself an umbrella stick and poke at 14 because of tom holland dancing to umbrella. dont do it ,dont risk your life doing something stuipid like i did. yeah thats what this is based off.

[makahimetenshi]

Looking for something - Chapter 1 - Jotakak fanfic - Alpha x Omega

Kakyoin Noriaki was an 35 years old omega, a lucky omega who knew how to pass trought life Smart enought to not be recognized as an omega and live al the risk that being that implied.

The man was working in the castle of the Brando king as the teacher of fight skills to soldiers and also, the prince Giorno since he reached some age so he had a secure rooft, food, some commodities and a relative good job, nothing to despise. He also had the resources to buy potions to hide his omega conditions in all the times and learned all the methods to camouflage his smell. To everyone he was a beta

Well not for everyone…

The King itself, Dio Brando, as perfect and top alpha wasn’t the one to be fooled, he recognized the redhead as and omega and take him under his protection.

That mean he ocassionally was his lover, that mean that sometimes King Dio would call him to have sex…which wasn’t…so bad? Because as an omega it was a method to keep his urges under control, he definetly cant be a quiet and chill omega without a partner so despise everything he wasn’t so unconfortable about the idea of being a sex puppet…it was necessary to have a quiet and undercover life

Their relationship wasn’t cold but also wasn’t deep enough, the king was gentle and frankly a good lover since their bodys matched so well at being an omega and a top alpha so in that sense both ended satisfied but despise Dio showed some sings of being possessive and didn’t want Kakyoin to be fooling around with anyonelse they talked about how he would never recognize him or take him formally as a lover or a concuvine, since Kakyoin was a commoner and Dio was royalty.

Nothing the redhead cant complain or say anything about it so since he can continue living in the castle and working with the young prince it was okay.

Surely it wasn’t nice to know that you really are just a toy because you are pretty and attractive to the top alpha but it was a partner to his nature and King Dio had spent some heats being top secretive about the subject so no one would fool about it when he is not around the blonde…

It would be nice to be in a relationship but Dio wasn’t interested in that and Kakyoin would force it since there was a clearly difference in power and he wasn’t the top 1 lover of the list, there was others more priviledged tan him, he cant ask that much, he knew he was Dios but the king wasn’t him.

He really wouldn’t complain, it was a way of surviving in this hostile word.

Howeveeeeeer.

35 and Omega? Mmm that didn’t make a good point.

His biological clock was starting to move.

His thoughts were fullfilled

35 and omega werent a good combo, his biological clock was starting to move and make cloudy his thoughts all day by thinking “ah i want a son...”

 He could be serving a coup of tea and sluddenly interrup his thoughts by that phrase.

He could be walking and surely interrupt his steps just to think in that and then continue walking

He would get stocked in a sword lesson by one of his students just because that phrase cross his mind all sluddlen, of course the right answer to that fail from his part is “Oh XXX you are getting better, you will surpass your master soon” or something like that.

That afternoon Kakyoin was in his cabin walking in circles.

Definetly Dio would not be father of a son of his, the man would not risk his title and life for a favour of that nature, no matter how desesperate he was and surely if he tricked  or lured the blonde to inseminate him he would be killed without a doubt.

Dio was just someone who shared the bed with him nothing too deep no matter how he thinked in their encounters.

So, he definetly wanted a baby, a kid, he was fine to do it, he had the money, the lifestyle, the possibility to keep living good throught time, he also was an omega...what was he missing...

Oh, a father...

What could be he expecting of a baby? Surely not more than a healty one, he would make sure that the kid was happy and secure all his life he trusted himself for that duty but...

The father...what he should look in a man? He didnt have exactly a type, dating as an omega was dangerous he never did it much it just spontaneosly happend and it was...one night stand

He was sure of it, he wanted a baby, all his body tell him to get pregnant, it was an extremly strong desire of him, he was an omega his body was designed for having kids he wasnt a normal man...

And he wanted to stop having dreams of him lactating a baby and waking up with his nipples all wet, he was getting some pregnancy stuff on his body even if he wasnt pregnant

The redhead sighted, preparing a coup of tea.

Ok he would pick up the first man that he crossed, after all he didnt care about the father, only his seed.

After that coup of tea he walked out his  cabin and went to town, he didnt want anyone of the castle fields or closer to look for him so the far the better so they dont cross paths again, after all it was going to be Noriakis baby, he didnt care about the father, he can manage it alone just fine.

Thing was not picking anyone he knew, or recognize him even from far away.

So for that purpose he put a scarf all over his head, since his hair was pretty recognizeable because of how shiny red.

Walking throught the city looking for the perfect man was...surely a challenge.

-i should thought more about this...-said the redhead on his insides looking at the people.

 Ok, picking on the first man? What was he thinking, impossible.

He didnt want his son to have a really long chin so that man over there was discarted...oh he definetly didnt want a big nose so...no...mmm that one over the bench is nice but he is too short, short mans never had it easy in life he preffer avoiding having a pregnancy of a short man...

It was stupid but he wanted so bad a boy instead of a girl, Kakyoin mentalize himself for a boy a lot.

Sun was getting when he decided to stop a bit, frustrated of looking everywhere and not finding the right suiter...he sigthed, looking up and the orange sky taking a big cup of air into his lungs just to open his eyes ready for the decepcion in front of him: the reality.

The reality that finding the perfect man was more difficult than he tought.

Insted of that he found an empty void, he walked that much that he ended up in a point of the city where theres a huge  rock stair, literally huge, like he was in the top of a mountain and there was no way down, just the botom of the mountain, such a scary and non safe rock stair so high and strech...

He tried putting a foot over one rock, damn, he was 41 in foot not too much and his foot didnt enter completly in that rock, not to mention the other over 100 stairs.

God dammit that was scary to go down.

Kakyoin tried to go down, looking carefully on his steps, also there was not much like because of the twilight and the candles of the roads werent on on this neighberhood yet so it was a bit dark since the light of the sun came from his back where the top of the mountain was

He really was being carefull, one step bad and you could hurt a leg for sure.

-Hey!- sluddenly, the redhead hears a voice from above, he tried to ignore it since he was so focused on not to kill himself on that suicide construction –Hey! Listen! –again, he tried to do his best on ignore whoever was calling him...-Hey you! Listen! –whatthefuck with this dude. Kakyoin looked down to visualize a man, not too much to see, it was getting darker.

The tall man above the foot of the stair was moving his arm and hand to call his attention

Was he trying to lure him or make fun?

-What!? -he shouted sounding more hostile than he wanted but seriously who would built something so steep!? That’s dangerous as fuck! Around the place were planted some threes with some creepy arms! Too!

-Theres a ramp 100 mts above here! –the tall man said pointing to the right. Shit really? Goddamit he was already on half but still it was dangerous to keep going to down, Kakyoin tried to elevate his foot to go up and see the ramp were it was to take but his foot slipped from the rock stair.

That moment floating in the air was when he realized he was going to get a serious butthurt and not just for a good fucking.

There was a lot of stairs going down.

Kakyoin closed his eyes at the inminent impact just to feel his body sliding down as a wheel jumping over and over in the rock stairs going down like he was some kind of rolled carpet.

Pain was unmesureable.

He was going to have a lot of bruises and possible two theets missing…or more…

In one of the hits he felt one of his bones broken. Like he really felt the crack on his anckle.

Every thought he had was rolling and rolling in his head like a tornado, blood rushing in circles all around his head making him not only being pained but sick as fuck. He had a big stomach pain now, he surely would vomit once he stoped rolling in the air.

Well fuck life.

But unexpectly he didn’t crash to the ground to his direct death, a pair of arms hold him in the first steps of the stairs avoiding his fall into the hard ground, surely saving him from a certain death.

Still, damaged was done, he had a very intense pain in his mouth and his anckle, he tried to move a hand to touch his face but his arms were petriefied and he cant move at all.

The pair of arms lost their balance and falled to the ground, still, not hurting Noriaki, the man who catch him in the air falled out the surprise, I mean it was still a good catch, 20mts and surely 50kg wasn’t that bad.

The redhead tried to open his eyes but the intense sunlight hitting directly to his eyes and the pain of moving any muscle on his hitted head  above him from that.

He was going to have a thought but then he vomited himself in his mouth, and at the scare of getting drowned in his own mouth make him want to jump out to be mouth down the ground, unfortunetly he only was able to move his head and half torso to a side to vomit  somewhere he cannot see because raising a lid was too much pain. Vomit coming out luckily out of the man who catched him range, Noriaki moved his head enough to not vomit over his coat but directly on the floor.

Since Noriaki is in so bad state lets pass to another contestant.

-You are welcome- says Jotaro Kujo.

The man waving his hand alerting the redhead when he see another asshole who didn’t know the neighbethood and the assassins steep stairs was a neighbor of the zone called Kujo Jotaro, a tall man of tanned skin and black hair.

-What a pain –said Jojo when the horrible smell of the vomit came to his nose, he was amused, his grandpa told him to take a look on that stair to avoid anything like this happening again in this month but he is not a cop goddamit he is just a guy who steals cigarettes from his grandpa, he is not the one in charge of telling people to not come this way down, doesn’t anybody read the signal that he painted over there? God Grief.

This was a revenge from Joseph, he hated the fact that he steals his cigarettes then he put over his shoulders this stupid responsibility.

Jotaro thought and acted fast because he didn’t want to witness death, so he tried to avoid it by catching the man in the air, thank god he always was fast in reflexs, like he had a ghost hand that’s a step behind him or something.

But he surely had it rought! What a pain! His anckle was totally flipped like 180º, his wrist were kinda flipped too and do not start talking about how bad his face was, there was blood all over his face caming down the eyes and neck, his jaw was so violet that it was strange how fast it was getting bruised.

He had a pair of little bults over his lips, that must be theets.

Also he felt his muscle twitch and completely hardened against his body over the trauma.

Man he never got the chance to see a man he didn’t punched this bad.

In one of the vomit sessions he see two theets coming out and falling to the ground, well fuck he wasn’t going to be happy to see that.

Jotaro slowly let the man in the ground to not make him more dizzy, letting him stabilize and stay calm as he watched him still vomit and cry.

Kakyoin was so confused, why everything hurted so bad why his body wont stop why he cant calm his heart oh my gosh he needed some air and his fucking lungs wont take him it was so paintfull to breath.

Eventually with a horrid and acid taste in his mouth he started cougthing, spitting saliva as he make himself a ball in the ground, still processing everything and letting his body process the trauma.

It passed like 20 minutes to Jotaro until the redhead started to stabilize, seeing the man stopping the cought and the vomit to try to breath.

He could go and let him here now he see he was still alive but he wasn’t going to go far with that ancle.

The mans muscle were still tense up and so hardened he could see them twich across the fabric.

Jotaro grab firm one of his shoulders, calling the redhead attention who seriously tried to spin his neck and look at him but he had so much paint and his body was so retisent to move at all.

His left eye catched someone with black hair and dark skin, among the fact that he was huge and pretty tall

Oh no what did he got himself got to? Was he going to be robbed? Raped? Kidnapped? He surely cant defend himself now…

That strong pair of arms pulled him from the armpits up after a while of shaking and trembling in silence, he tried to move and defend himself but his body wouldn’t respond.

Also he was so sleeping, just because of the fear he cant go faint because he didn’t know what would happened to him, this was the worst esscenario possible.

The taste of the hot blood on his face really make him sleepy too.

Damn it, who make him Jotaro the guardian of the stairs? Suck my balls this wasn’t part of the job he never accepted any job of not letting the people die because of their stupidity what a pain.

Once he assured himself that the redhead cannot fight back he carried him on his shoulder like a bag of potatos, making the redhead scream out of pain because of the roughtness –Sorry –he said loud not really feeling it it was more the pain in the ass of doing this than any other thing.

Why he was obligued to do this? Basically because his house was in front of that stair were almost twice a month someone get hurt trying to go down, people that didn’t walk in that zone frequently or were the first time around there. It wasn’t the first time for Jotaro that he had to take care of someone hurted, he usually do a good job while the government build the ramp 100mts at the right of his house to go down the hill avoiding people to keep using that stair, he painted sings, he closed the road with strings that some crappy kids cut to use to play once, he painted the edge of red like DANGER but people were still using the stairs because they cant read the freacking sings he paint.

It was a good notice when they came to the government saying that the road will be closed with the stairs to change the street and make a ramp to go down the hill but when they said that they will build it but not put a fucking cop or someone to control people from going down it became a paint in the ass.

Specially because his grampa take vengeance on him by giving him the stupid job of taking care of the stair

Why? Why him? He wasn’t a cop he shoulnt be obligued to do this no one in the family should be! There should be a freacking cop taking an eye on walkers! But his mother everyday repeated him that it wasn’t nice to see dead people when coming out to take the trash in the morning and she was a bit tired of healing anyone who falled and hurt themselves so they should keep and eye to avoid that situation until people stop using that street with the stair. The innocent woman trusted that people would change their habits of using that street to learn that there was a new one in only 5 months and then bam everybody would forget that there was a street there and will start using the new ramp.

God Grief.

He take the man inside his little cabin in the Kujos terrain, his grandpa shoudlnt find he let someone fall again last time they fight they were so angry against each other that he menaced the man with shooting himself, the situation scalated so badly that he had to call a friend of his more big and strong to stop him.

Someone got hurted againt? Well it wasn’t necesally his fault but he didn’t want to end up in jail again because the old man get angry with him so he better take care of the situation by himself.

Jotaro put slowly the redhead on the bed and went to grab a cigarette and burn it to start smoking.

Smoking help him with thinking

He had to think

Think

Thinthinkthink.

 How was the step by step of how his mother healed people?

He took a pit of air out and take a breath before leaving the room, closing it with key so the man wouldn’t scape and make an scenario on his front yard.

Kakyoin mind was a mess, he couldt move and do anything and worst he didn’t know where he was or why or coulnt even take a detailed look of the room around him because his sight was so cloudy and non clear…he was seeing red not sure that was because of trauma or blood on his lids…

He knew he was in a bed and he was  doing so goddam effort to not faint and fall asleep.

Damn he was going to be raped today? Like he was a potatobag? Since he cannot move at all.

Ten minutes passed and the only movement he can do was go down the bed, mouth up at least, he take a better look of the suroundings and…the roof…at being in the groud…

Looks like someone barn…and room at the same time…

Looked like that houses in the middle of the countryside where the landlords prostitute their daughthers to the transits that come around moving in the roads around, he see that scenarios were the barns have a bed among the cows sleeping so the people transiting the road would rape the prostitute daughter of the farmers…

Damn he was seeing death so close to have this dark thoughts?

When Jotaro came back to his room after sneaking with medical supplies and water around the house he found the redhead on the ground delirating, surely he tried to move out and falled, his tongue was outside his mouth and his eyes were rolled back.

For a moment Jotaro was scared that the man was dead on his room but he check on his heart and pulse with his barely sane wrist and everything seemed normal, he was just delirating.

Mmm he could die in the night like this? He surely hit hard on the head…

Jotaro bring him back to sit on the bed, the redhead tried to oppose but he wasn’t much into movement, just trying to breath normally.

The tall man take a look to his…patient…humming silently that the first thing was giving him some water mixed with sugar and clean his face, specifically clean the blood to see how bad the injures were.

Once the mix was done on a cup he tried to supply it with a spoon…not sucesfull, the man was causious and not taking something that could potentially be poison, clever enough. Then cleaning his face first.

Kakyoin was so confused his kidnapper was already trying to make him suck dick? What was that cold thing over his lips that had something gelly with sugar taste…that couldt be good…he didn’t want it he didn’t agree to that.

Kujo started to wipe with a cold towell his face from the blood, cold? Why cold? Because he would eventually gain some fever? Idk he wasn’t sure of what he was doing he just didn’t want to get cought…

Oh, behind all the blood was a very handsome man…if you put aside the cuts over his cheeks and eyes of course…

Definetly he had his jaw very hurted, the skin was very violet and cutted.

Jotaro took him from the jaw and open his mouth with two fingers, while the other complained and screamed a bit more loud than he wanted, making him stop.

At least he lost two theets from the side…it wasn’t that bad looking…one was definetly very shaky…and other broken…

Well he couldt do shit about the teeth.

Face was clean after a while flipping sides of the towel, he tried to open his eye to clean the lid from the blood but that wasn’t a smart move, he eventually would tear the blood crying or just open and closing…if there wasn’t new blood he should be fine…

Luckily face wasn’t the most bloody zone of the human body so a bit of alcohol in the towel will close the would and make him…cicatrice…

At smelling the unrecognizeable scent of alcohol Kakyoin know he was being cured…thank god…specially for the wounds burning on his cheeks.

Thank god because he was kinda horny at the thought of sucking dick after…while almost die anything better than die…but of course his dick weren’t going to be up now so idk

Next step, taking off the shoes, done, there wasn’t any resistance.

Damn that ankle was bad, if his mom see that she should think he bring someone possessed to the house.

Increidibly clothes wasn’t ragged or broken at all, so he had to strippe off his shirt to see whats going on down there…there wasn’t any cut or blod…he only see a broken rib…like literally a stick coming up from under his skin…and the second one at the same height was also moving if he touched, causing the man to mumble a few uninteligle words at pain…

Nothing to do about it, he put the cold tower in the clean side over his shoulders and neck to avoid a fever.

Pants down, nothing to see there, the only broken thing was the ankle, his hip seemed fine, not like the ribs, thank god because it would be death having a broken hip to deal.

He tried to make the man drank a bit of the sugar mix and this time he drinked it, surely understanding a bit more the surroundings.

Well, he did fine, he did a good job, he would let the man sleep and tomorrow morning he is going to leave right?

Right?

A dry and loud sound wake him in the middle of the night, the man fall from the bed trying to do something, Jotaro breathed out pissed of like he never was and pressed a hand on his shoulder to make him know he was around.

-Water…-he heared a very pathetic lament coming from the redhead lips, which he went to satisfy with a cup.

The redhead wasn’t able to get up and sit on the floor against the bed so he helped him by the arms and put his back slowly against the sides of the bed, taking care of the coming out ribs, looked like a horn, like a unicorn, with a pointy horn but instead of a horn this were ribs…

Jotaro give the man the cup, but Kakyoin was so shaky and hardened in the arms that he could bring it up to his mouth sucesfully without risk of dripping it, so Jojo helping him by grabbing gentle his jaw and pressing the cold cup over his lips, eventually they managed in a way were Kakyoin would slurp all the water down his throat and Jotaro helped him holding the cup.

That’s it he wouldn’t give him more water if the man cant even hold his dick to piss.

Jotaro look at his eyes, the lid looked almost clean and white, non bloody, the blood was on his lower lashes and corner lid so he cleaned with his finger covered in the side of his shirt, eventually eyes cleaning itself like he thought so, thankfully.

-Your name is? – Asked Jotaro low before calling his attention at glaring directly at him.

-Tenmei-responded the redhead with his throat a bit more lubricated and non dry like before.

-I see-the tall man said short to not make the other think-My name is Jojo.

Kakyoin tried to look at him, but his sight was still fuzzy, and it was dark in the night.

Jojo put a hand over his forehead, he didn’t seem to have a fever, despite the anckle was still flipped, the ribs were kinda out and and jaw was so hurted, heat was normal.

Both went to sleep again, but Jojo understanded that bed was dangerous for Tenmei so he trow down the floor a pillow and a blanket and this time he was on the bed sleeping, waiting for the next morning to come.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14007503/1/Looking-for-something

[tendoki]

pulling up with a baby with tendou bc of the quarantine and how the team would react pls 🥺 i feel like coach washijo would be happy and would try to convince yall to let the bby go to shiratorizawa 🤣

anon ive been having the worst day but this request made me lose my shit thank u so much GOOD LORD LMFAOO

I did my best to do this request JUSTICE lol. it turned into general baby havin hcs but I hope you like it regardless!! its rlly long so my bad 🥺

Shiratorizawa reacting to Tendou + his s/o leaving lockdown w a mfin BABY

OK. so he was prob at your apartment when the lockdown was announced

so since all his shit was already there, he had clothes and a toothbrush n it was just generally more convenient for him to stay at your place

he did! he messaged his mom to let her know where hed be, she Didnt Mind lol (we dont know much ab tendous family so?? aah)

now. not saying yall spent all ur time fucking. but u 100% did

and since u ran out of birth control and condoms pretty soon into quarentine......... 👀

both of u sorta just went

FUCK IT

both of you were pretty in love anyway, and even if things didnt work out, you guys figured that youd always work together to be the best parents for the kid you could possibly be

which led to were ur at now. a measly week out of quarantine. n ur being rushed to the labour ward.

tendou is RUNNING AFTER U W HIS LONG ASS LEGS

shiratorizawa closed for the rest of the academic year, which meant that as a 3rd year, you guys and a lot of the team wouldnt see eachother in uniform again

but not to worry!! to make up for the missed celebrations theyve organised a prom and a couple days where 3rd years can come in and give proper goodbyes to everyone, including the coaches!!

everyone on the team showed up, because they wanted to say bye to their senpais 🥺🥺

but. that's like 3 months from ur labour

so when u n tendou pull up to the school, with a 3month old CHILD they r. astounded.

they know its u guys' tho

literally theres not even the possibility for a JOKE that u cheated on tendou because the kid has the same fucking hair.

it's only a little tuft (u know what anime babies look like lol) but that nose n that hair? TENDOU SATORIS GENES CAME THRU

the baby has ur eyes. and compared to the rest of its tiny little face?? they're fucking HUGE

you guys let ushijima hold him (I feel like youd have a son?) and ngl ushi cries.

it's a single tear but tendou will INSIST that waka was SOBBING years afterward

everyone is so attached to the kid sorry

USHIJIMA IS THE GODFATHER LMAO DID U EXPECT ANYTHING ELSE???

the baby is so attached to semi tho!!! the second semi reaches forward to hold the kid and poke at its fat lil cheeks, hes giggling and blubbering up at his uncle semi 🥺

JWJDJD GOSHIKI FREEZES WHEN YOU OFFER HIM TO HOLD THE KID. HE JUST GOES PALE AND FREEZES UP

REON IS SO GOOD WITH THE BABY

he offers to help you guys go shopping for more baby stuff 🥺🥺 and when his mom finds out ab the kid (team sleepovers were at reons house n u were ALWAYS invited so she LOVES U sorry I make the rules)

she gives u some of reons old baby clothes!!! n ur LOSING ur mind because WDYM THIS TALL MFER WAS ONCE LIKE A FOOT TALL AND WEARING A BLUE BEAR ONESIE???

she doesnt judge u for being a young mother!! I imagine she was too?? Reon is real respectful n I'll be damned if she isnt just as sweet

the coaches are already on your ass about toddler volleyball. they call up a couple friends and have already organized a group for teaching young Young YOUNG kids how to play despite ur son being. 3 months old.

the whole team is Maybe in love with your son

sorry. it's our son now. shiratorizawa owns ur kid :/

when shirabu is holding your boy. the whole team watches as semi get jealous????? over a kid that's NOT his???

hes petty and tells him that hes holding him wrong (hes not)

washijo is obsessed with ur baby. hes so proud of tendou. insisting that ur son being 'the size of a FAT volleyball' is a great sign for his skills in the court

the whole team. is offering money. they know u 2 are JUST out of highschool and with quarentine, are probably pretty low on cash??

BUT !! I 100% hc that tendou draws!! nd hes been doing a shit load of commissions for like. years LOL

n hes always saved that money!! he only spent it on shounen jump, which dont make too much of a dent in the money pile lol

besides he took emergency comms the second you guys found out ab the pregnancy

if you draw/write/do any work from home that's gets you money, then you do that too!!

he forces u to do less work than him tho because hes WORRIED AB U N THE BABY 🥺

but you guys appreciate the offers from your friends!!! Reon and Ushi's mom both volunteer to baby sit when you guys want a date night, thus ur child creating one hell of a friendship between the ex-captain and his vice's mothers 🥺

I'm not gonna go thru ALL the team members reactions

but they're all really happy!! ofc they scold tendou for not using protection and are MAJORLY GROSSED OUT KNOWING THAT THE TWO OF U HAVE INDEED HAD SEX

even tho the fact that satori is a Horny boy should be universal knowledge by now

the team is there for you guys while the baby grows up!! the second the kid can walk ushi is kneeling down and teaching him to spike

tendou is just as bad and insists that his son is a prodigy and should be a pro volleyball player already

LISTEN

TENDOUS SHIRATORIZAWA NUMBER??? HIS JERSEY

U GUYS GET A TINY VERSION OF THAT MADE

EVEN OF HE ISNT DOING VOLLEYBALL ANYMORE THIS MAN IS SO PROUD TO SEE HIS NUMBER ON HIS BOY 🥺🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻

ur son is a mamas boy n it breaks tendous heart ngl

u make up for it by having a daughter a year or two down the line 😳 n shes OBSESSED with her dad it's cute but also BABY ur 4 please stop sleeping in mommy n daddies bed 🥺🥺🥺

also ur sons first words

oh boy

u can tell that the whole fuckin team has been teaching ur son volleyball stuff

u came home n ur son is sat in the living room SURROUNDED by ur (other) boys

ur (main) boy starts blubbing and bouncing at the sight of his mama 🥺 (or dada/other parent if ur an afab trans person!!!)

you tell off the team for tryna get ur baby into vball when hes barely 6months at this point

but before the boys all leave 🥺🥺 ur son grabs his favourite uncle semi and just goes

'sehtah!!!' (setter)

SEMI BREAKS DOWN CRYIBG LMAOOO

ngl tendou n u r kinda pissed that ur babies first words werent mama or dada. but then u see how happy semi is n u both just 🥺

semi is soft for your son and as the kid grows up hes still attached to him

he cant get away with being a brat though, boys got a whole mfing TEAM of dads/uncles PLUS grampy Washijo are ready to scold this boy

your son (and future daughter) are both SO loved though

theyve always got SOMEONE they know they can depend on

the team loves tendou and they love u, so OFC they ADORE any kids u guys have EVER.

they stay in contact with both of you even if you split up later on, they care enough about you guys that the y/n tendou powercouple is something every new generation of shiratorizawa volleyboys are taught about and introduced to

and YES ANON. WASHIJO DOES INSIST ON YOUR KID(S) GOIN SHIRATORIZAWA

they're guaranteed a spot!! they dont even have to work for it lmfaooo

mostly because coach threatens to leave the school and work with karasuno if they dont confirm them a place

it's an empty threat but it WORKS

the worldwide lockdown of 2020 is something you and tendou remember fondly forever 🥺

even if it was in bad circumstances the two of you made something so positive

this turned into general baby hcs with tendou MY BAD LOL IM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN AND ALSO CONSTANTLY GOING THRU BABY FEVER

[probably-writing-x]

Admittance pt.5

Guzmán x Reader

Request by anon: heyyy, can you do a part 5 of the admittance series with guzman? i love it so much!!!

Gif is not my own

Requests are open🤍

“Alright, why have you bought me an ice hockey puck?” You laugh as Guzmán walks through the door carrying the food bags with him

“Pick it up,” He encourages, “Hold it.”

You look at him in complete bewilderment as you lift the object into your hand, “What have you done?”

“Nothing!” He laughs, setting the bags onto the table as he comes to sit beside you, “But that... is how much the baby weighs at the minute. Isn’t that crazy?!”

You look at him and watch as the creases appear beside his eyes and his dimples become prominent on his faultless skin. He looks so focused at the puck in your hand like it held just as much life as your swollen belly.

“A hockey puck huh? That doesn’t sound so scary,” You joke.

You were now at sixteen weeks of your pregnancy and things had been going smoothly for the most part. Although it terrified you that you’d be nearing the halfway point and were yet to figure out any system that would actually work for both of you. You hadn’t thought about living arrangements, what you’d do about school, finances, any of it. For now, you were happy with watching Guzmán’s face light up at the slightest mention of the baby.

“What food did you get?” You ask him, reaching over to peer into the bags.

“Sushi!” Guzmán grins, standing up to get the food once again after he snaps out of his distraction, “I heard salmon is good for pregnancy, and you love Japanese food - hence, sushi.”

Guzmán, as always, hadn’t once strayed from his promise of being with you through everything. But what had surprised you most was how conscious he’d been about everything. He made sure to do as much research as he could on everything you were going through and tried to give himself an understanding of anything he could do to help. Even Ander had mentioned how surprised he was to see it.

“Come on, eat your food,” He encourages once you realise how distracted you’d been simply thinking about him.

He’d been nothing short of perfect for this entire time and it never failed to release some of your fears every time he’d give you a bright smile and tell you about how excited he was to meet his ‘mini me’

“So, what’s the plan for today?” Guzmán cocks a brow.

You should tell him that the two of you need to discuss the important stuff but it felt impossible to do when he was sat so close and things were going so well with the two of you. You werent together, and nothing had happened that was more than that kiss at the hospital. You were just a lot closer now. It wasn’t strange for him to wrap an arm around you whilst you were watching a film or for his hand to find yours as you were walking. Nothing had been said, but those little pocketed moments were never unwelcome.

“Movie day?” You cock a brow, “I think Ander and Omar are around so we could watch something all together.”

“Yeah, okay,” He smiles, “But I’m not letting Omar pick the film again.”

- - - - - -

It’s over the next few days that you realise more and more that you should really start to talk to Guzmán about your plans and what would happen once all of this pregnancy had finished. No matter how well he’d been acting, your situation wasn’t perfect. You’d be living in separate houses, he’d still be in education and you still hadn’t figured out if you’d be able to graduate from home or not.

“What are you doing for Christmas this year Guzmán?” Ander asks as all of you finish decorating the tree in your lounge.

It was a little late really, with Christmas only being a few days away, but the intention was there. It would just be you guys for Christmas this year at home - your Mum, you and Ander, and Omar.

“It’s just me and Mum at home this year, I didn’t really care much for visiting my grandparents,” Guzmán explains.

The two of you had already had this conversation. He didn’t want to visit them mainly because he was reluctant to be too far from you. You’d tried to dispute but his mind was unchanging.

“How about you join us here?” Ander’s Mum suggests, “You’re more than welcome.”

Guzmán looks a little shocked and his eyes fall down to you like he’s looking for some sort of confirmation.

“Yeah, definitely, why don’t you ask your Mum?” You smile.

This felt like the closest thing he’d had to a real team in a long time. For so long he’d been flicking between all of the wrong people and never really finding anyone real. Now he had you and this weird little formation of family that somehow was starting to work.

“Okay, thank you, that would be great. I’ll speak to her when I’m home but I’m sure she’d be more than happy,” Guzmán nods to your mother, “Thank you.”

You turn back to the tree and fix one of the lights that had fallen out of line. Guzmán stutters in his movements and sets down a bauble on the side, wiping his hands on his trousers.

“Excuse me,” He shuffles past you with a hand on your back and steps past the group to walk towards the stairs.

You find yourself following him a little while later when he’s not back downstairs and you instead find him sat on the edge of your bed staring at nothing but the room around him.

“Are you okay, Guzmán?” You frown, pausing in the doorway - you’d never seen this weird quiet side of him before.

He glances up at the sound of your voice and smiles, “Yeah, I’m good, sorry. Just thinking.”

Your hands settle over your bump as you stand, still getting used to the strange offset balance it gave you.

“I guess with Christmas coming up, things just feel really real. I’ve hardly been the happiest guy recently, Marinas diagnosis, my father, losing Marina, Lu, Polo, Ander... I feel like I’ve just been keeping afloat in this whole mess around me. And now? It feels like I’ve never been so happy,” He laughs a little, “This isn’t anything I expected from my final year at school, but God, it feels like the best chance I’ve got at feeling like I’m worth something.”

You move over and sit beside him on the bed, taking his hand and placing it over yours on your growing belly, “Guzmán, when a woman’s pregnant, all everyone can talk about is her job in it all. Praising her for it, asking how she’s doing, what they can do, how she’s feeling... nobody ever talks about you in all of this. You’ve been incredible! Always. And that should be more than enough for you to prove yourself to yourself. You shouldn’t just feel like you’re worth something, because to that little hockey puck in there, you’re worth everything.”

A small tear slips out from the side of his eye at your words as he glances down at your belly and emphasises all the love he can possibly muster into his gaze.

“I’ll do everything I can, you know that. And when we get round to moving you into my home, I’ll make sure you’re all settled and I-“

“When I move in?” You raise your brows, pushing away from him a little.

“Well yeah, I just figured that you’d be moving in with me and my Mum. There’s hardly room for me and the baby here, with the rest of you too,” He defends, “Didnt we...”

“Guzmán we never said anything about moving in together. And certainly not about me leaving my family to live with you. Do you think that’s a good idea?” You question, watching as his hand falls away from you.

“You think I’m just going to live apart from my own child?”

“I think that we need to discuss this properly before we make any decisions that aren’t in everyone’s best interests.”

It looks like he practically deflates beside you as his shoulders drop and his eyes fall to the floor, “Yeah, maybe we should talk about it. Seems like we both have pretty different ideas of how this is all going to work.”

“Guzmán don’t be like that...” You sigh, going to reach out for him but stopping as he stands up abruptly, “Guzmán! You can’t be serious?”

“I should head home,” He nods, running a hand over his hair, “You’re still coming to dinner tomorrow? My Mum really wants to see you.”

“Yeah, of course I’ll be there,” You reply quietly, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He doesn’t leave you with a kiss on your forehead, or a small goodbye aimed at your bump, he just leaves. And you stay sat on that bed just as deflated as he had been. Was this the first sign of this evident demise? And had you caused it all by being so reluctant to break the pattern of your comfortable haven with Guzmán?

- - - - - -

As promised, you arrive at Guzman’s house the following afternoon for dinner with him and his Mum. It’s a relief when she opens the door instead of him and you’re not sure why.

“Oh honey! Look at you!” She beams, wrapping you in a cautious hug as she tries at avoid pressure on your stomach, “Come in, come in!”

You step into the house and hand over the flowers you’d brought with you, “These are for you. I’m sorry I’ve been taking up so much of Guzman’s time.” You joke.

“Oh don’t be silly,” She brushes you off, “I’ve never seen the boy so happy, and I’ve never heard him talk about someone so much!”

You’re thankful he’s not around to see you blush.

“He’s just finishing getting ready, you know what he’s like,” His mother rolls her eyes, “Feel free to go and find him, I’ll put these in water. Dinner will be ready in about half an hour.”

“Amazing, thank you,” You smile as she heads off into the kitchen.

This house, though smaller than their last one, was definitely nicer than your own. The lounge was huge and you could already imagine it being littered with toys and baby mats and more colour than this modern interior ever held. You make your way upstairs and try to find Guzmán before dinner to maybe try and clear up some of the grey area from yesterday.

You pass his bedroom and find it completely empty, passing onto the next room that holds your attention more than any other. It’s one of the smaller rooms of the house but it’s nearly completely empty. There’s only a small wardrobe on one wall that you find yourself walking over to. When you open the door, your heart drops a little. Hanging up in the bare cupboard is one single outfit, a baby outfit. It’s a baby grow that seems fearfully tiny, in a pale yellow that’s decorated with small bees swirling in flight paths over the material.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Guzmáns voice comes from behind you and it instantly makes you flinch and turn around to see him.

“When did you buy this?” You ask, hands brushing delicately over the tiny body of material.

“About a week after you told me you were pregnant. I needed to clear my head, rethink a lot of things, and try to process everything. And I stumbled upon this little shop in town and I bought that,” He explains, “I was going to keep it until... I don’t know I guess, just later.”

You smile a little and close the wardrobe doors behind you, “And this room?”

“The nursery,” He nods, “I know it’s pretty far away but I had a spare evening so I cleared out this room and thought I’d at least have it ready for when I can buy some furniture, that wardrobe was one that Marina had when she was a baby - I just put it in here so I’d have somewhere proper to keep that outfit.”

You keep silent. How had he become so unbelievably committed to this whole process?

“Even if you’re not living here, I can still use this place when the baby comes to stay with me. Maybe a couple of nights a week if that’s not too much trouble.”

Those words were enough to break your heart into two. This was your baby just as much as it was his. He shouldn’t feel like he isn’t seeing his own child simply because of your imperfect circumstances. But could you really commit to living platonically with someone you hadn’t exactly been seeing as a friend recently?

“I’m sorry for what I said about living together Guzmán. I was just surprised that you’d thought that far ahead, and living together is a big commitment.”

He scoffs, “No bigger than having a child together.”

“It just doesn’t seem like a good idea in the long run. You’re going to eventually want to bring girls home, a girl you’ve met at the club or something. And what? Your summer fling is sleeping in the next room with the baby you have together?” You shake your head, “That’s not fair on you.”

“I don’t want to bring girls back. I’m going to be a father (Y/n), I don’t care about picking up some chick from the club for a one night stand,” He defends himself, “I want to commit to this, to you and to that baby. And I want to be there for you.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “You really think it could work?”

He laughs gently, “It would be like having our own place. We have our own kitchen here, bathroom, two bedrooms. My Mum would be living in the same house but it’s basically like living separately. Nobody else would be up at three am when the baby won’t stop crying, and nobody would be listening to your snoring at 4 in the morning like I have to listen to.”

You chuckle as you feel tears brew behind your eyes, “You’re so sweet, Guzmán. Are you sure though?”

“No. I don’t think either of us are sure about anything. But I know we’ll give it our best shot. And I want nothing more than to be by your side to shoot that shot with you.”

“Okay,” You smile, “Okay, I’ll move in.”

Guzmán’s face brightens up instantly as he moves forward and wraps his arms around you, holding his torso back to avoid your belly, “I’ll do everything I can (Y/n).”

You let out a shaky breath. You wouldn’t let yourself fall for him. You couldn’t possibly. But his touch seemed to now have much more of an effect than it ever had done in summer. Now, it made your heart practically flip in your chest.

You reluctantly had to believe that he didn’t feel the same. Even if he felt like he’d pass out if his heart raced any faster. In learning to love that baby inside of you, he’d found himself falling impossibly in love with the girl who’d hold the other half of that baby’s life.

- - - - - -

Dinner was a success and you ended up sleeping round in Guzman’s room that night. It didn’t feel strange to share a bed anymore and also never felt strange when his arms fell around you as his hands placed themselves on your bump. When you wake up the following morning, Guzmán is nowhere to be seen. It’s far too cold already on this winter morning so you find yourself wrapping one of his blankets around you as you walk through the house to find him. It’s even stranger when you find him stood outside by the pool, topless at that.

“What are you doing? It’s like two degrees out here!” You wince at the chilling breeze, tugging the blanket tighter around you as it also formed a hood over your head.

“Just getting in a quick morning swim, can’t risk losing this body,” He jokes as he turns around to face you, “Did you sleep well?”

“Better, thank you,” You nod, “Until your early morning swim had to disturb me. The bed’s too cold if you’re not sleeping in it too.”

He looks down so you don’t see how his cheeks light up with a blushing glow.

“Come on then, get on with your swim so we can go back inside,” You encourage as you waddle sluggishly over to one of the loungers.

You drop down onto one of them and groan as you try to snuggle into the warmth of the blanket around you as much as possible.

“Are you sure you’re going to be able to control yourself?” Guzmán cocks a brow, “Last time we went swimming in my pool, you certainly couldn’t.”

“Can we please not talk about the ongoings of summer? We all know you were much less capable of controlling yourself compared to me.”

He laughs and it injects a bright, dimple displaying grin onto his face, “Alright, okay. It was your fault though (Y/l/n).”

You scoff, “Lets just not bring up summer.”

He falls serious for just a moment, “Do you regret it? Everything that happened over those few months?”

“What?” You laugh, “Why would I forget it?”

He shrugs and fiddles with the material of the towel in his hands, “You could’ve easily found yourself a boyfriend over summer, not just someone you were sneaking around with.”

“I didn’t want a boyfriend,” You respond, “We both knew what we were getting ourselves into.”

“Yeah, I just don’t think we realised what we’d get out of it,” He smirks, but it falls slightly.

He didn’t just mean the baby. He meant that gut wrenching feeling that made his heart beat, his hands shake, his mind race - that feeling of falling in love with you.

“Well, Guzmán, Id gladly do that summer all over again,” You assure him, crossing your legs on the lounger, “Now get on with your swim.”

Guzmán takes the chance to look at you properly now that you’re not looking back. You weren’t the same girl he’d been on that fling with. You aren’t that girl wearing a bikini at his poolside that he’d learnt to easily untie the strings of at the best and worst moments. Not the girl that would make sarcastic comments as your hair was dripping wet from the pool and your damp skin glistened with a darker glow in the setting sun. Not all of that beauty that he’d convinced himself was only surface deep. You were now seventeen weeks pregnant, wrapped up in the thickest blanket you could find with messy hair and puffy eyes. And it felt like he’d never seen something he could adore so much. Would that make this whole situation better or worse? He feared knowing the answer to that.

“Guzmán Nunier Osuna, either jump into that water or come and warm me up because it’s fucking freezing out here and I don’t want to be out here for longer than I have to,” You pout through your makeshift blanket covering, your eyes remaining shut.

With a shaky breath, mainly from his fear of his own feelings, Guzmán finds it impossible to say no to the latter of those options. His morning swim could wait for another day. For now, you were sat outside his house at a far too early hour on a winter morning, and he couldn’t possibly disappoint you. His arms wrap around you and all he can think of is giving you the Christmas present he’d been waiting for far too long to gain the courage to give. When Christmas rolled around, it would be the final push he needed. And it was sink or swim for whatever your response would be.

How could you possibly sink? Guzmán had already pulled you under from the moment you’d first looked at those eyes and saw more than you’d ever seen in anyone. From first being admitted into this life you’d never prepared for, the last thing you’d expected was to find someone within it all that your heart would want to hold onto forever.

(((I’m sorry but I love this series so much!!! Please send me through your thoughts - let’s chat about this chapter!)))

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Life After Snowpiercer: End of the Line

Summery- Matts Alive! Curtis is given a choice, learns the truth about the kids, You are attacked, and also still alive! Some non con implied, but all mild. 

Word Count- 5806

Chapter 4 / Masterlist 

Curtis just shook his head in disbelief at the man before him, certainly grown up from the eleven year old boy he knew, but somethings never change. His eyes, Your eyes looking back at him, but they held a bit of coldness in them that yours didnt. “H-ow? What is going on. They TOOK you Matt.”Although Curtis always assured you to hold out hope Matt was alive, he knew the likelihood was not good, but he could have hope to keep you from feeling hopeless. Then after you had healed, accepted that it was a possibility, you still had the nightmares, crying in the dark for your brother, Curtis waking to your sobs and cradling you in close to protect you... of course he couldnt let you suffer like that. But here Matt was, alive.

“Yea, Wilford saved me Curtis from a life of shit. You all did this to yourselves back there. Always plotting and scheming to take control of what isnt fucken yours.” Matt looked his nose down at Curtis, glancing away at Claude and smiling fondly at her. “She knew that I wasnt like that, did you sweetheart?” He caressed the womans face and leaned down to peck her lips. “Nams still alive out there, can you watch over him and his daughter till were finished in here.” She complied with a soft nod, leaving the three men alone.

Wilford cleared his throat. “Oh trust me Curtis, Matt took a while to understand what the truth was. But he came around, didnt you son?” Smiling almost loving at Matt. “He understands what the train needs from him, and Im an old man now, I wont be here forever. You and Matt working together, well this train is my legacy and will continue on forever. With some help of course.” He moved to open a cupboard and Timmy crawled out, Curtis eyes widening at this next shock. Timmy to was alive! The boy just ignored Curtis though and proceeded to go up the stairs, and enter in a car.

“Timmy? What are you doing, get back here?!” Curtis called to the boy, but he merely buckled himself in and whoosh, he was gone. Curtis turned to look at Wilford and Matt “Where the fuck did he go?!”

“Into the engine of course, it builds up crud, and kids like Timmy, they clear it out, also run some of the gears that need help. Reason we need all those kids from the tail end is although the train is self sustaining, the parts wear out. Many have gone extinct, and we have no way to replace them anymore. We ran out of metal for workers to mold. So we need someone who can fit into tight spaces. Gotta be about 4 or 5, you tail enders are always so scrawny. When they outsize, we replace them.”

Jesus fucking christ... how many kids have they taken over the years? At least over 2 dozen. Oh Curtis.... He could hear your sorrow now, it broke your voice, picture the tears streaming down your face as you mourned for all those babies you all lost in the tale end. Curtis growled out “What happens once they age out?”

Matt rolled his shoulders nonchalant like “Well if someone here wants one, they can just take them as there own, or if no one else can use them in there service, we execute them. Originally we were just gonna bring them back, but hell over crowding has started becoming an issue. You all really need to learn more creative fucking methods. What was the term you used the other day Wilford? ‘Like a bunch of god damn rabbits back there?” He chuckled at his attempt of wit.

What the fuck did they do to you Matt?!

They have no idea, thought Curtis, all the people they broke taking the children. The parents weve found that died because it broke there heart, shattered there will to live. How many women in the tail end lived in FEAR, not at the dangers of child birth, but that they might lose there children and can not stop it. How many times you confessed to him that you just couldnt get pregnant, it was just to dangerous to bring a life into all this, although he knew that you want nothing more then to be a mom one day. They had no idea they caused all that pain.

Curtis, they fully know. They just dont care. Your voice flat, the truth.

Wilford shook his head, chuckling “Now now, we need them more now then ever. As I said before, the front end and tail end work together. We provide them with shelter, food and safety, they provide us with necessary replacement train parts and the occasional entertainment of cleaning up the excess baggage the train carries. Already were running smoother then before thanks to The Great Curtis Revolution.” That fucker is was still trying to make that a thing, Curtis could already see you rolling your eyes.

Matt cheerfully turned back towards Curtis. “And I heard that Y/N will be coming  up to the front, since you two seem to be an item now. I say Curtis you will have more options now then just her if you want. Im sure after all this time your getting bored of her. Although I cant say Im surprised about you two, she always followed you since she met you like a little whimpering puppy. How is she anyways? I haven't thought about her in a while till Wilford brought you up. I suspect shes well.”

Curtis brows came together in anger at the mans words, at everything. That was his sister and he talked about her as if she was just a item Curtis happened to have possession of. “You havent thought about her? Your fucken kidding right? That woman constantly thinks about you, every damn day. Everything she does for others in the tail end is in your memory Matt. Even after all these years she has nightmares about how she couldnt save you, She thinks you will hate her because she cant get to you. And you havent thought about her this whole time?!” Curtis started laughing, shaking his head at all of it. Anger just making him snap at this point. “I cant believe im having this conversation with you of all people Matt. Fuck my life, they brainwashed you man. Everything about this.” Curtis waved his hand around and looked back at Matt, the laughter having died, now it was just cold facts he was raging out. “All this, its maybe more messed up then us starving and eating people, we were just trying to survive. You all think your some kind of gods for supposedly saving us and were a fucking game, you cant see why its so fucked up though, can you?!.”

Matt looked appalled over the outburst and Wilford spoke up “God Curtis your so over dramatic, cant you loosen up? Your acting like the fate of the world rests on you. Trust me, you have no control over that, and sounds like a good thing. I doubt you could handle that pressure. Look at you, so tightly wound.” Wilford made a motion like he had gone stiff, shaking.

Matt snorted in anger at the situation. “You act like you all werent happy for me, that it was my fault I earned my place by Wilfords side.” he basically spat out this next line. “That I should even care about what happened to either of you. That I deserved to be in that same shit hole as you? Wilford you really cant be serious about having Curtis be our Minister. He still lives in the old world view, has yet to embrace new world values. We are FUCKING GODS Curtis, make no mistake. Our word is the law on this train. People like my sister, all this for the people bullshit yall preached back there all the time, have no real place here. You both will get it soon enough.”

This was the final straw, Curtis couldnt, he just couldnt deal with the vile they were spewing, the lives they themselves sacrificed to try to kill him, and it was all a game to them, let alone the friends Curtis dragged into danger to get him here. With a twist, he tackled Wilford first, he had a pistol in his robes, it made sense. His right hand reared back and he caught the man unaware. When Curtis fist impacted, Wilfords head snapped back with a gush of blood exploding from his mouth and nose, those iced blue eyes rolled back and yes, it was that easy to just knock his senses askew.

Matt on the other hand had the upper hand, and he tried locking Curtis arms to his side, but a quick whip with his head backwards cracked against Mats face, and he howled out in anger and pain, releasing his hold against Curtis and cupping his face. “Your Fucker! You son of a bitch, I will kill you!” he screamed out. Clearly Matt forgot anything he learned in the tail end, cause he didnt even prepare for Curtis kick of his heavy treaded boots, hitting squarely in the chest and threw him back into the kitchenette.

Reaching wildly, Matt was able to grasp hold of a butcher knife from a black, slashing it so completely out of sync, that as Curtis ascended on him, he ducked backwards quickly when it wildly arched to him and his hand grabbed Mats wrist, twisting and crushing it in his single hand as he drew in close to the man, his hand grabbing his other hand to keep him from hitting him. “I would like to see you try, I came up here expecting alot more then over privileged cum stains like yourselves. Your finished.” He twisted Matts wrist further till he heard a snap, the knife clashing to the metal floor. Matt howled, not one of those cries out of pain, no this was a howl that almost sounded animalistic, he wrung his hand out of Curtis grasp and cradled it to his chest. Wasting no more time, Curtis ended up bashing his head into the overhead cupboards till he felt him go limp, releasing him to the floor. “Y/N, your brothers a fucking dick...” he muttered to himself.

One last issue to really take care of, Claude, she was out there guarding Yona and Nam. He heard her voice from outside of the gate, and going up behind it, he waited till he could see her yellow arm stretch beyond the gate, gun pointing inwards “Mat? answer me hon” and at that moment, Curtis pushed the door as hard as possible, crushing her into the door frame. She yelped out in pain and Curtis reached around to fist his hand in her hair and drag her into the room, kicking at her hand until it knocked the gun out. “Yona get in here now.” Claude hissed as she twisted and turned to get loose from Curtis and he gave her a vigorous shake to stun her, her hands trying to tug his loose from her scalp. “Your dead buddy, wait till Matt finds out you even touched me with your filthy paws.”

“I dont think hes doing much for a while sweetheart” Curtis promised her when Yona appeared in the room, wrinkling her nose at the scene before her. “We thought they would have killed you Curtis” She said softly while Nam followed along behind, sluggish. His face was pale and the rag he had pressed in his chest was soaked, still dripping big heavy drops of blood, gravity making a steady drip drip drip echo softly in this metal dungeon. “Not yet, they had other ideas apparently. Yona, can you sense where Timmy is? He went into the engine and we got to pull him out.” She had displayed hints of Clairvoyance throughout there journey, and she nodded, turning away to start searching. Claude chose this moment to start up again, smacking Curtis right in his gut and groin causing him to cuss out and tighten his grip in her hair to keep from releasing her.

“Fucken bitch” he hissed and having had enough of her, he knocked her upside the head, her screaming the whole time till she to went silent as her partners, she to was simply dropped to the floor with a thump. Still trying to catch his air once again, the ache going dull easy to ignore. Dont underestimate them Curtis a familiar whispered voice came to him, taking quick glances at the other two. He went to check Wilford, collecting his pistol still in his robe, and hobbled over to where Claude lost hers near the door. Handing one off to Nam, he spoke softly to him, to keep Yona from breaking concentration. “Are you okay?”

“Yea im fine.” The man grunted in his language, loosely translated by the box hanging off his neck. Just then he coughed and spat a wad of blood. It was clear he wasnt fine, just from the way he was wheezing, Curtis guessed at this point his lungs were filling with fluid. He had heard it before with others in the tail end. No one here was trained to drain it either, sure now that anyone who could was probably dead. He gave Nam a knowing look and the man cast a downwards glance. “Dont tell Yona, not yet.”

It was then Yona sprawled to the floor, clawing to pry up a tile “Curtis, hes here! Hes right under the tile.” her fingers scrambled against the smooth tile, and Curtis grabbed the abandoned butcher knife, wedging the tip into a crack, pushing till it popped open. What they opened was unlike anything Curtis had seen before. The small boy was squatting among the gears, digging his hands into chunks of oily gunk and digging it out, flinching every now and then when a piece of metal gear would cut shallowly into him, his arms were covered in bloody shallow knicks. Robotic like motions, he plunged his hand into the gunk and scooped out a handful. “Timmy! Timmy look up!” The little boy looked up, but it wasnt like he was seeing Curtis, more like through him. Curtis whats wrong with him? “Timmy you gotta get out of there, can you go back out?” I dont know Baby, I dont know what they done to him.

The boy just ignored him, his sightless gaze going back to the task at hand, and it was then Wilford made his presence known with a heavy groan, pushing himself up to a sit, swiping at his face. “Maybe I made a mistake with you Curtis... “ His gaze bleary as he sought out Curtis and Yona kneeling over the hole. “You just dont get what were doing here, cant see the bigger picture.” He moved to get up and Nam came between them, wheezing worst then before but ready to defend them. They were running out of time and Curtis knew it. A glance at his hand was the resolve he needed. I mean, it was the sacrifice he originally was going to make in a sense anyways. And into the gears his arm shot, stopping everything in its tracks, almost immediantly the gears all locked up, the train shuddered and wobbled unsteady.

Nam was blocking Wilford from ascending, but was struggling, surprise the gun had no fucking bullets in it, Yona reached in the gaps and stretched to reach for Timmy, who still seemed oblivious to what was going on above them. “Please Timmy, take my hand.” She turned her head to the side and stretched further, facing Matt whom now was starting to groan as well, Yona started to panic “Curtis, fuck hes waking up!” Panting through the pain of his arm getting crushed in the gears, he glanced to see Matt roll to his back, covering his face with a series of curses. Curtis, get my baby out of there, please! This time it was Tonyas voice yelling at him to save her child. Pushing Yona back with his free hand, he shot it into the one slot Timmy might fit through and grasped the boys skinny arm, hauling him up and pushing him to Yona who wrapped him up in her arms and started to pull back.

Matts foot connected squarely with Cutis jaw, wrenching his arm out of the gears, half skinning it in the process, his whole body flinging backwards. The enraged man landed on Curtis, trying to choke him out with his single hand, his broke wrist still cradling against his chest. Even with both short the use of an arm, Curtis was able to overpower him, pushing him to sprawl backwards. In there scuffle, the gun Curtis had tucked away in his jacket fell out and in both of there lunge to retrieve it, they scuffled it across the floor to land in the open hole. Matts eyes widened a bit “Oh shit!” It took a second for Curtis to understand what the issue was, yes that gun was loaded and it was currently twisting into the gears, making the entire train shudder, then a ping ping ping!

The pressure had set off the bullets in the weapon, and all around them steam shot out of the pipes. Everyone stopped what they were doing, looking around with fear at the reaction, and there was another mighty shudder. “Its gonna go off the tracks, good job fuckers!” Wilford hissed out in a panicked rage. Another shudder and the nose of the train must have hit something, an ice block on the tracks Baby your voice sounding scared in his confused mind, cause it jerked upwards, loosing traction on the track, without the wheels working in tandem to keep the forward momentum. It scrambled everyone, slamming them to the left side, Curtis skidded on his backside, crashing into Matt, who slammed into the kitchenette cabinets. The kids they went flying backwards towards the half opened gate, falling into the car just behind, Wilford and Nam entangled together smashed into the bolted down kitchen table. Claude, she screamed in fear at just waking up to everyone being whipped around spinning backwards across the floor. The engine started to tip to its side. The side of the Engine suddenly was ripped away with a screech of metal and sparks, having hit cliff side rocks. Wilford and Nam got sucked out of the giant hole, and thats when Curtis went black, something falling and smashing him in the skull.

During this time, in the tail end, James was dragging you back down the aisle, your body bouncing against random bunks and junk scattered around from where they had torn everything apart. Finally he tossed you to sprawl on the ground and fell on your stomach, bouncing enough to knock the air out of you. “I thought we already talked about this hunny, just be a good girl and spread them. Not that I dont like it when you all fight a bit.” Thinking he had subdued you, he pulled back to hike up your coat and shirts to what he claimed as his prize. .

Taking a chance you twist and shoot a foot out to hit him in his chest to topple backwards and start to crawl away, but a large hand encircled your ankle and jerk you to fall on your belly with a omph! Panicked, your hands shoot out under a bunk to see if theres anything to hold onto. Your hand closes around a small shard, fitting in the palm. You snatch it as he keeps dragging you back, flipping you to your back with a smirk.

Calm down Y/N, wait for the right opportunity. Of course it was Curtis calm voice, the one he used when he was bringing you back from a panic attack. You take a deep breath, and change tactics on James, stopping trying to fight, you hold up a hand in surrender. “Please, I give! What do you want?” James hand fisted in your mess of hair, tipping your head back till your throat was exposed. Dragging his tongue over you, you fight back a wave of bile burning your throat at the feeling of the man all over you. “well what do you think sweetheart, I want your sweet pussy gripping the best dick you ever had and begging for more.” God how the fuck do you not gag at that. Concentrate Baby. Praise how good he is. you shudder in the mans grip as he starts to palm a bruised breast, twisting it painfully like before. Do I really have to Curtis?

Trust me Babygirl

“You made me feel so damn good last time, and I was so ungrateful.” trying to make your voice husky with false lust and looking up at him wide eyed. Reaching up you cup James face and bite your lip, giving it your all. “But how about this time you let me make you feel good? A thank you.” Leaning up your brush your lips against his, really putting your all into drawing him into the kiss. Fucker fell for it, and he got caught up in what you were doing with your tongue, where your hands were running all over him, palming his crotch through his pants. “Biggest ive ever had” Cant believe Im saying this. God I hate you bastards. You were fighting everything in you to not start crying in disgust. Finally when he was panting against your lips, you push him hard enough to make him roll, his hands grasping your hips to have you follow, and now.... now you fucking dick head, I have you right where I want you, you think triumphant when you straddle his stomach.

That you do baby, you know what to do next. Curtis hissed in your mind. Dont hesitate, hard and quick.

Arching up, you smile so sweetly at James looking up at you hazily. “God I knew you were a good fuck, but this is even better then I thought it could be.Tell me im the best, better then whatever his name was.” Tracing his chest, and winking at him to respond. “Oh baby, Curtis was nothing like you.” And with a quick twist of your wrist, you shove that shard of metal in his eye, pressing down hard and quick with your palm as you could. You literally felt it pop, and the warmth of blood shoot against your palm. “Hes every fucking thing a man should be!” Smashing your hand against the next vulnerable part of him, his nose, he bucks in pain underneath you, shooting you off. Tumbling, you scramble up and start running towards the back as James is screeching, dodging the unsuspecting hands of other guards reaching out of the bunks they were laying in, some of them following James choices and there captives started to fight back in the confusion you caused. “GET THAT WHORE!” James screeching, his hand covering his eye as he struggled up, red gore oozing between his fingers.

You were looking for anyplace to hide when thrown off your feet violently.

It wasnt another person, the train started rattling on its tracks and screeching, fishtailing back and forth. One violent turn and you were flung into the bars of a bunk, screaming out as pain blossomed white hot through your spine, tumbling now. Bottom was above you, crashing onto what should have been the roof of the train, items pelting you, bouncing off and crushing you. Your cries of shock and pain turning ragged when it all rolled once more, going right side up, the kids and other survivors going through a similar experience, whipping around and around as it kept rolling and bouncing. The back end of the train had gone off the side of a cliff and falling into a valley under the tracks. everyone whipped around and around, till it crashed to a stand still.

Groaning you push up under a bunch of random debris, and try to focus. Leaning over and puking from the dizziness, you push away from the mess and look around at other passengers and guards pushing themselves out of the mess, somewhere bright light was streaming in. Fuck fuck fuck fuck, you have to figure out how to get one of there guns before they take control again. Pushing up, you stumble around people, some of them eerily still, twisted bodies and blank stares. Not all survived. Relief flooded you as you saw more and more kids scrambling to your side. “Quick, find anything we can use as a weapon.” urging them with a hushed voice, they scattered to fulfill your request. Coming across a dead guard, your quick to strip him off anything valuables. Shouldering a rifle over your shoulder, more children and some of the women came back, fight in the adults eyes, most of the kids holding something they could use.

“Hey, Yall get yer asses back here!” some fucker drawled heavy accented, and a look over your shoulder saw that they had rejoined ranks. “Quick, get out that hole!” You urge your group, scrambling back the opposite way where the light was, bullets whizzed at you, ducking just in time, it clipped a woman next to you, fuck it was the woman who helped you before, Sara. Sara cried out grabbing her shoulder. Grabbing her waist, you tug her to follow along and aim the automatic rifle in your hand, just randomly shooting behind you as she climbed up to fall out of the hole with a yelp. No one followed you as you to scrambled out, maybe for once luck was on your side, there seemed to be alot less of them then there was of you survivors.

Crashing rather ungracefully over the edge of the train car, you land in the snow, and blinded you try looking around, drawing in for the first time in 18 years, fresh air. It burned your lungs,the intense cold and just that it was so god damn clean. Looking around your surrounded by cliffs, and as your eyes go into focus you can see where you all went over the edge, snow still rolling down, and scattered around you was a few more cars, above one hung precariously over the edge. Fuck, how did you all survive that? “Y/N, what do we do?” What do you do? What would Curtis do? You all had never discussed being on the outside. “We have to get away from here, they will be coming out any second after us.” Everyone shivered around you, wrapping arms around themselves. The entire group surrounding you wouldnt make it for long without shelter and heat.  

“Curtis” You voice was soft, he missed that.

“Hey baby” He looked over his shoulder and smiled.

“Curtis” You looked lost to him, confused.

“Im right here Babes” He held out an hand to reach for you.

“CURTIS” Why wouldnt you take his hand?

”Babygirl, whats wrong?” Striding over to reach for You, his brows coming together in confusion.

“CURTIS!” Fear and Panic etched all over you

He sat straight up with a gasp, Yona falling back from where she had been leaning over him, her face a look of fear and shock, tears tracking down her face. “What the fuck happened?!” Curtis cussed as he wildly looked around, Timmy was rocking on his heels next to Curtis, and he reached over to touch the boy, make sure he was real. “Yona... wheres Nam?” The girl shook her head, and straightened from where he knocked her over.

“Wilford and Dad are not here. That guy and girl are, over there.” She pointed among the mess. “But they wont wake up, I checked.” Curtis moved to get up, wincing. There was something broken, just ribs hopefully. He wouldnt be taking deep breaths anytime soon. And then his gaze went to his mangled hand, Okay this is more serious. Wincing as he pulled his sleeve over it to protect it, it had at least clotted enough to stop bleeding but had no idea what the real damage was yet on it. Timmy just stayed rocking nearby, Curtis debating what to do, the boy had obviously been traumatized by what had happened. But at this point, there was more pressing matters. “Yona, grab that butcher knife” Somehow they still had it.

Going to a panel, Curtis inspected it and with the knife, they managed to pry it off, and tossing the panel to the side. Ahhh, bingo, Curtis tested the wires and finding them not live wires, he started to pull and yank them out. “Cut these, a good three feet at least” He stretched it out, and Yona started slicing back and forth. Right now his first worry was Matt and Claude coming around before they could be tied up. He probably should just kill them after everything, but Curtis was just done with death. At least for now, and if You ever found out he had killed your brother, He simply couldnt. Claude, well we will see what ends up happening with that bitch. You snigger. Curtis had to hide a bit of a laugh, apparently his imagination made you a bit dark.

Yona, well he would be royally screwed without the girl, she was nimble and quick with her knots, the two of them dragging the still unconscious duo to a wall, tying them tight and far apart so they couldnt help one another, Curtis finally sighed in relief. At least for now he didnt have to worry about them at the moment. Yona again came to the rescue,having found coats in the other car, wrapping her and Timmy up.

“Theres a way out in the other car Curtis, a few are outside, just... standing around. I think they are high still.” Her own eyes bleary, it occurred to Curtis she to was coming down from the kronoles and alcohol she consumed on the trudge to the front. His voice soft “Are you okay yourself?” She twitched a bit and nodded. “Just after effects, nothing I havent felt before.” Curtis didnt like it, but he had to trust her, completely out of options. Yona took Timmys hand and together the three of them worked there way out of the Engine, and the next car, well it wasnt much better off then theres was, completely flipped over, several dead. Curtis was still questioning how they even made it out. What about the tail end? You? The anxiety of not knowing.... A deep breath was drawn in, and made him instantly regret that, fuck my ribs.

Popping his head out, rubbing at his face, he took it in. Oh God your voice echoes, and before him, stretched across the blinding whiteness of where you all ended up, was just destruction, chaos, and more death. Twisted metal cars, split open to spill out its contents to scatter across the snow, it seemed like the end wasnt to bad off the further he looked down the line, but shouldnt there be more?

Wheres the rest of the train Curtis?

Were going to go find out Y/N, Im not leaving you out there alone.

Nearby there was a small group of people, most of them were hiding in heavy fur coats, and watching them for a moment, Curtis pegged Yona to be right. These fuckers are high as a god damn kite. There were a few though, that looked more put together, and Curtis recognized one of them, his eyes narrowing. Right now he didnt have any of the typical gear on, but it was one of the men who would bring there protein bars. Wonder how many you I got to deal with? Curtis sighed, fuck he was so tired suddenly. “TImmy climb on my back” He ordered and squatted enough for the boy to wrap his arms around his neck. Going to the edge, he deemed it safe enough and jumped down, stifling a groan at the jolt in his ribs. His hand, god that was just a steady throb.

Yona inched to the edge, her feet coming over the edge, and she slid off as much as possible till she landed on Curtis shoulder, his arm wrapping around her thighs to keep her from tipping over and easing down for her to get off. As he straightened the men whom he dared guessed were some of the guards came over, they were scuffed, but not bad off as Curtis nearly was, and he braced himself for the typical aggression he knew from them, but they all held up there hands in a peace sign.

“Seriously man, were not going to do anything.” Curtis took a step back from them anyways, keeping the kids behind him. Yona peaked around him warily, studying them.

“Curtis right? weve heard of you. Listen, we have to look for survivors, this group over here is kind of useless right now, and these cars might have people trapped.” One started, another picked up.

“Front, Back.... it makes no difference now, Theres probably not enough left to make it count.”

“Right... suddenly im supposed to believe you all have a good conscious?” Curtis sure as hell wasnt going to trust them, 18 years of entrapment will do that to a man. Yona tugged on his jacket, and he spared her a look.

“Good, they will help us.” He nodded encouragment, and his gut twisted. The girl hadnt been wrong yet, but his mistrust and instinct was still was over riding that. He trusted another, and betrayed everything he believed in.

Curtis she hasnt been wrong yet, shes special.

Alright Alright, he thought, holding out his uninjured hand, he growled out. “truce for now... we wont give you any trouble. Were making our way towards the back to check on our people.” One of the guards winced.

“The back? We were coming over a bridge when the train derailled. Honestly the fact any of this is still here is shocking. Im sure the back end came off the rest of the train and went over the cliff side. A fall like that in a hunk of metal.” The man shrugged in a im sorry motion “The chances are not great anyone in those cars would survive such a fall. The tail end, its gone. Any survivors will be making there way up this way.” He looked over his shoulder and sure enough, people were slowly coming in groups. “Slim, the chances are slim, but... maybe...”

Slim, the chances were slim, but... maybe... it was all Curtis heard after he said those words. 

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