#36 got me snickering

[moon7jay]

i would KILL for a hearing non-con but like in public, at a restaurant or something so public kink x somnophilia kink (?) pretty please

Don't let them hear you (p.sh)

Warnings : non consensual, stalking, public sex, chikan, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dub con(?), just pure filth

THIS WORK CONTAINS NON CONSENSUAL THEMES SUCH AS RAPE

if u still proceed to read I take 0 responsibility

"He's still looking" You whispered in to your phone, trying not to make it obvious to the man sitting 3 tables across from you that you had caught him staring at you like a creep.

"Babes maybe he just finds you attractive" your best friend answered and that option would have been viable if it wasn't for the eerie feeling you got from the said man.

"No you don't understand syd, I'm pretty sure I saw him earlier in the cafe today"

"at your part time?"

"Yes! and I've seen him there a couple more times before and he's always maintaining this weird eye contact with me it's so creepy" You said urgently, trying not to raise your voice more than an octave while simultaneously trying not to look in his direction. He was still staring at you, you could feel his dark eyes on your face.

"You do know that it's the most famous cafe around town right? Besides its so close to the university maybe he's just a random college student?" she tried to reason.

Maybe she was right. Maybe you were reading too much into the situation and maybe he really was a random stranger who happened to be around you most of the time by a stroke of coincidence. You looked up momentarily and met his eyes, a jarring shiver running down your spine when he stared back blankly, sipping on his coffee, his headphones hanging around his neck, gaze focused intensely on you. You tried to shake off the unsettling feeling creeping up in your chest and managed a small, polite smile in his direction. Maybe he was just someone who had a crush on you and needed some encouragement to talk? And if you were being honest..he was insanely gorgeous, that was the main reason you had noticed him at the cafe before.

What you weren't expecting was for him to go stiff in his seat and break eye contact. You watched in confusion and worry as he slammed his coffee down on the table and stood up, eyes downcast, hurrying towards the other side of the restaurant. You felt disrespected and confused while you watched his retreating figure. What the fuck was his problem??

"You still there? Y/n? What's happening?" syd's voice brought you back to the conversation at hand.

"Idk I smiled at him and he just...left, so weird" you whispered to her and she cackled

"Men" she snickered and you chuckled, finally breathing in relief now that he wasn't around and breathing down your neck

"Men" You laughed back, stirring the conversation onto the other topics while you finished your meal.

your phone dinged while you were waiting for your bus to arrive, the phone number was unknown, weird, you thought.

Your blood ran cold when you read the first sentence, a couple more messages flooding in one after another.

[Unknown]

[9:34] : your smile is so pretty, had to rub one out in the restaurant's washroom baby

[9:34] : can't wait anymore

[9:35] : you're mine you know, I just need to show it to you

[9:36] : fuck i know you're reading my msgs, r they turning u on?

What the actual fuck?

You cupped your mouth with your palm and turned off your phone, looking around frantically, the panic rising in your chest, but you saw no one around and it creeped you out more.

A relieved sigh left your mouth when you saw your bus pulling over, hurriedly getting inside and squeezing through the crowd, moving past pressing bodies to reach the end of the bus, leaning against the glass window and panting with the exertion and relief of finally being in a safe space, scanning the crowd to see if he was there.

The bus doors closed and you finally stood up properly, your shoulders relaxing, turning around to look out the window while u held onto the strap handles on the ceiling.

What a fucking weirdo, you thought. How did he even get your number? had he been stalking you all this time? How had you been so slow in noticing him?

you felt him before you saw him, his large hand coming up to engulf yours on the strap handle you were holding, pressing his body closer to your behind. Your chest constricted in acute fear, the position was so uncomfortable that you tried moving forward to create some space between you two, leaving the strap handle and pressing yourself closer to the glass windows, holding on to one of the seat handles instead. This can't be happening, how did you not see him get on the bus, your hands started sweating.

You knew you were in trouble when he shamelessly invaded your space again, both hands looping through your waist to rest against your stomach while he buried his nose in your hairs , inhaling deeply.

Your breathing became heavy, your nerves making you freeze. You looked around and realized that the bus was too crowded for anyone to notice anything inappropriate, with the way he was holding you, you almost looked like a couple. Almost.

Your eyes met an elderly man's and you were about to open your mouth to scream for help when you yelped from feeling a sharp object dig into your side. Your blood ran cold.

"Don't even think about it" he whispered. His voice was deep and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. You stilled, facing forward to not provoke him. He was so much bigger than you, his body practically covering yours. You did not want to die here tonight. He wasn't going to kill you was he? Would anyone ever find out what happened to you if he did? Tears started to gather in your eyes when you felt his hands squeezing around your body, touching and groping u like u were meat.

"U think anyone would care? look around you, these are all men sweetheart, they would probably jerk off while you cry for me" He chuckled condescendingly in your ear, his one hand moving up towards your chest, groping your boobs harshly, a gasp leaving your trembling lips at his actions. A satisfied groan left his chest at feeling you, his fingers digging into your mounds.

"so fucking big, ever fucked a cock between them baby?" He asked and a sob left your lips at his words. No one had ever talked to you this way before. It was making you feel so dirty, a weird feeling rising inside your chest.

He chuckled at sensing your discomfort, running his hands down your body, leaving your boobs and groping your ass through your skirt, lifting it above your rear cheeks, basically exposing your bottom half to the entire bus if someone were to look over.

"ever taken a dick in this gorgeous ass? fucked back on a dick while it pounded your tight hole?" He groaned, groping your hips and connecting his lower region to your ass, his actions pushing you forward to press against the glass. You pressed your hands against the window to gain some balance, the position giving him leverage to rut into your behind.

"mhmmfuck do u feel how excited you make me? " He asked groaning in your ear, running his tongue against it while his hard cock poked your ass repeatedly as he grinded against you. You could feel that he was big, a disgusted shiver ran down your body when you realised how violating this all was. But at the same time, a sick tingling feeling was beginning to throb between your legs.

"Take your panties off" He whispered and you thought you heard him wrong.

"w-what" You sobbed quietly, dreading what this was leading to, his fingers flexed impatiently at your sides, his hips moving against youu in a subtle grind.

"I said fucking take them panties off, you won't need them soon anyways" your hands shook as you slowly reached under your skirt to slide your panties off your legs, the implication of his words wasn't lost on you.

"fuck yeah" He groaned, snatching the lace fabric from your hands. You shivered feeling the cold air run between your legs, cursing yourself mentally for opting out of wearing pants today, more tears ran down your cold cheeks.

Slurping sounds reached your ears and you closed your eyes, trying to drown out the sounds of him licking into your panties. The sounds were so lewd, you wanted to puke. This can't be happening to you. The movements of his hips became fast, muffled moans coming out of his mouth while he rotated his hips to search more friction for his throbbing cock against your bare ass.

"You smell like sex you know? Taste like fucking peaches, so fucking perfect" He panted, burying his face in your underwear.

you could hear his excitement in your ear and it was starting to affect your body in a way that disgusted you. The moisture was beginning to gather in your pussy, body heating up from the assault.

"fuck this shit" You heard him curse and he pulled away from you, dangling sound of a belt being undone and pants being unzipped made your body shake in anticipation of the oncoming violation of your body. It was going to happen. You were going to be raped. More hot tears spilled over your cheeks, a sob building up in your throat.

"Name's sunghoon, remember that while I tear your pussy apart" he whispered.

"P-Please" You sobbed quietly even though you had no hope left when he was pressing his body into you again, a hot and heavy organ digging between your thighs.

"p-please no, please stop, I'll do anything" you sobbed again, a sharp gasp leaving your throat when he rubbed his cockhead against your entrance, gathering your slick.

"you're wet as fuck for me baby-shit-u like getting raped on subways yeah?" he chuckled, hissing through his teeth when he finally breached your opening, tearing through your cunt, impaling you on his monster cock roughly. A sharp pain tore through you, your pussy unable to adjust to the harsh entry, he was too big for you. You scratched against the glass window, resting your forehead against it to find some support as you sobbed in pain.

His mouth found your ear again and he started to thrust in you, groans of satisfaction leaving his lips upon feeling the tight clench of your warm pussy.

"dreamed of raping your cunt since the first time i saw you in that cafe baby" he panted, his words confirming your suspicions about him, but what use was that suspicion when you couldn't even protect yourself? His dick lodged itself into your womb again and again, a reminder of your foolishness.

"always so pretty, wanted to open your legs and fuck into you while everyone watched, that guy that works with you? He wants your pussy too, that fucker" He groaned and snapped his hips into you harder, a pained sob ripped through you again. Jake? No.. Jake was a sweetheart, he would never think about you like that.. . He would never -

"You're so unaware of the effect you have on men's dicks aren't you baby? - jesus fuck- if given the chance, everyone here would bury their dicks in this slutty pussy, raping it till they're satisfied" He groaned, chuckling condescendingly, as if mocking your naive nature with the constant pistoning of his hips into your cunt.

"pussy so good, so fucking tight and creamy mhmmn" he moaned into your ear in pleasure, more slick ran down your legs, your lower body burning up in arousal now, a sick pleasure running through your body as his dick kept bumping your cervix. His hands travelled inside your shirt and groped your breasts roughly and painfully, holding onto them for leverage while he thrusted into you like a madman.

"Oh fuck yeah, jerked off to this image so many times baby, fucked into my fucking fist imagining it was your cunt"

Your eyes closed, unable to stop yourself from moving your hips back on him, it was instinct, or maybe some sick part of you was enjoying this. Tears ran down your eyes again, but for an entirely different reason now.

"fuck yeah baby - he laughed in disbelief, his thrusts getting deeper now that you were meeting his hips halfway - fuck back on me like a fucking slut"

Your bodies found a rhythm and a lewd moan left your lips as the pleasure started clouding your brain.

"Yeah? Raping this pussy so good huh?" he panted, hot heavy breaths falling against the side of your face, his eyes rolling back in pleasure due to the insane friction of your lower bodies.

The sound of slick squelching and skin slapping was reaching your ears and you looked around to see if anyone could see you both. Your eyes met the elderly man's from before but this time his stare was different. A jolt of pleasure ran through you when you saw him squeezing his cock through his pants while he watched you getting violated.

You slammed yourself back on the dick that was moving in and out of you faster while you watched the lewd sight. Your hand moved down to lift your shirt up and bite its hem into your mouth so that your entire body was exposed. Your boobs already spilling out of your bra cups, being held onto by sunghoon who was fucking into your greedy cunt.

A sick satisfaction washed over you when you watched the elderly man haphazardly unzip his pants and slip his hand inside, his eyes watching your body get used and violated, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

"Yeah that's right baby, show him what he's missing out on, show him how u like to get raped by random men's cocks like a real slut" sunghoon groaned , his eyes catching onto the scene your gaze was pivoted to.

A gasp left your lips when you felt sunghoon shift your body to the side so that it was facing halfway towards the man while still being hidden from the rest of the passengers. He lifted your right leg and held it up, holding it from under your knee, spreading you out, giving the pervert man a fucking show.

"Now he can see how my dick moves in and out of your creamy cunt, raping it so good that you're making a mess-shit baby just like that" He panted in your ear, his hips snapping harshly into yours. Your eyes met the old man's again and you moaned upon seeing his hand moving faster and faster inside his pants, drool falling from his lips.

fuck why was this so hot, what was fucking wrong with you??

Your hips moved back into sunghoon's, cunt slamming down on his dick, grinding and fucking back cuz your brain was broken, the thought of cumming overwhelmed your senses, your pussy leaking gallons of slick, making the act of penetration more pleasurable for the both of you. Sex getting messier and nastier.

"keep fucking it baby-holy shit- you need to keep fucking that dick, just like that oh yeah" His breathing was becoming heavy, your mouth was panting, working your body faster and faster to chase that friction on his dick.

His one hand left your chest and travelled down your body to rub your engorged clit, a sharp moan leaving your lips, making him slap you on the clit harshly.

"Don't let them hear u, or do u wanna get gang raped- he groaned, feeling your pussy clench at the thought- is that what u want? what a greedy little cunt" He chuckled hotly, licking into your ear cavity.

His thumb rubbed your swollen clit, making the knot in your stomach tighten, you were so fucking close. Your eyes met the old man's while sunghoon's thrusts became sloppy, his groans getting whinier , the pleasure getting too much for your tangled sweaty bodies. His pelvis met your ass in a few more harsh thrusts, his balls slapping the underside of your thighs

"You're gonna make me fucking cum, yeah fuck yeah make me fucking cum baby" He groaned, his high so close you could feel yours approaching too.

"cum cum cum, gonna cum in you, gonna take you raw, fuck my babies in that cunt, fuck jesus-ughmhmmm- his words cut off as his hips stilled , his dick spurting cum inside of you, your own eyes rolled back upon seeing the old man cum in his pants like a freak, your pussy clenched harshly around sunghoon's dick, milking him for all that he was worth as you came all around him, making him ride his orgasm.

"Shit yeah, feels so motherfucking good" He moaned, pushing his hips deeper into you, fucking his cum back into your cunt, breeding into you. His hold on your body loosened and his dick slid out of you with a pop when you heard your stop approaching. He shoved the panties in your hands and you instantly wore them back, adjusting your shirt and skirt while he watched, his zip still open and cock still hanging out, his hand fisting it to overstimulation, a pained hiss leaving his lips at how good it felt.

You turned around to meet his eyes and watch him jerk off his cock harshly, biting on his lower lip, pressing against your body again, his brows furrowed in pleasure, hot breaths falling on your face.

Your pussy was starting to heat up again, seeing pure carnal pleasure on his face was driving you insane, god what had he done to you?

He slammed his lips into yours and licked into your hot mouth while his hand continued to fist his dick, trying to make himself cum again. He groaned at your taste, his movements becoming faster. He pulled back from the kiss to rest his forehead against yours and stuck his tongue out, just a millimetre away from your lips. As if on instinct, you stuck your own tongue out to meet the tip of his, moaning at the feeling, rubbing your tongues against each other while he jerked off, saliva dripping down your chins.

When you sucked his tongue into your mouth, you felt his body jerk rapidly, pleasure overtaking his senses as he groaned into your mouth and came all over his hands, finally pulling away from you, sighing in relief and satisfaction.

The bus had reached your stop, coming slowly to a halt but before you could move to leave, he was bringing his cum covered hand to your lips "lick it clean" he whispered and you met his dark eyes, maintaining eye contact while your tongue snuck out to eat his cum out of his hands, moaning at the taste.

"Fuck" he cursed at the sight, watching as you licked his hand clean and finally walked away from him, licking your mouth clean with your fingers.

You were his perfect match.

[screampied]

Vegas x reader when?

‘ VEGAS BABY: I WANNA RIDE ! ’

ᡴꪫ‎ sum. you decide to visit las vegas! there, you meet up with a literal girl named vegas—she’s pretty, and walking around with a strap that’s a bit too long for her own good, oops!

wc. 10.6k

warnings. reader x vegas (THE GIRL NOT THE CITY), unprotected sex, she has a strap on, said strap on is like 36 inches and multicolored, thigh riding, spit, she has nipple piercings, overstim, brat!vegas, spanking, fucking on a slot machine

“. . . so,” vegas coos, leaning against the wall with a sly smile. you weren’t from here—las vegas, nevada. it was your twenty first birthday and since you were a simple tourist, why not visit your very first casino? the woman notice how you shift your weight, swiping a thumb against your empty shot glass. she fiddles with the sheeny silver hoops that dangle from her ears before humming. “are you a newcomer?”

“yeah, something like that,” you mumble, avoiding eye contact—she had such a gaze, a soft smile with freckles that bridge over her nose. “are you from here?” and then you look at her shirt near the very right, a tag that reads off the name of ‘VEGAS.’ “oh, uh vegas?”

she giggles. “no, that’s just a name. i’m actually from barbados.”

“you’re from barbados and your name is ve—”

“anyways!” she ahems, “come here,” and she lightly tugs on his hand. “i know a secret on how to win every machine here, heh.”

“v—vegas, nevadaaaaa, nghhhhh.”

“it’s vegas, not nevada baby.” she giggles, strumming a hand down your spine— she takes in your body as she’s bottoming out with her overly large strap. you’re so soaked, feeling her touch warm up every inch of your body. “oh, i don’t think i ever got your name.”

you pant, reaching down to touch yourself but she gingerly smacks your hand away.

“it’s um— (whatever your name is! i’d rather die that write the word Y/N i’m sorry man LMAOO)”

“ooh, cute,” she snickers before softly caressing the mounds of your ass. “oh my god, you know what would be cuter though?” she teases, suddenly pulling out. you pout— feeling yourself be not so full and she flips you over. you shrug, and she leans in to kiss your neck. “you said you wanted to top me earlier, huh? so how about you put me in my place.”

you gulp at her. “really? but—”

“hold that thought, i have to post a toji fic,” she cheeses— reaching for her phone, and you stare as she opens the site called tumblr. vegas laughs, “damn, thirty drafts that’ll probably never get posted. aw man.”

“v—vegas,” you whine, pawing at her to put her phone down.

she giggles. “oh! sorry baby, here, i’ll bend over. be extra rough too, i like the mean shit.”

part two?

[luxthestrange]

WTDSIK Incorrect Quotes#36 Recharging

Y/n*Currently Tickling Baby Iruma in Balam's empty office, but hears a now very familiar stomping and goes to the door holding Iruma*

Kalego*Slamming the door open and spots Iruma who is sucking his thumb in your arms already grabbing him*GIVE ME IT, I GOT FUCKING CLINICAL DEPRESSION

Y/n*Snickers as you give him Iruma*Pfft-

Baby!Iruma*Smiles,giving pats to Kalego cheeks*Daa!~

Part 6 of :

[saetoru]

[ 12:36 AM ] SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

“did you know they say that your moles are—”

“where your lover kissed you in your last life, yes, i know,” sakusa grumbles, opening an eye to glare at you as he pulls the duvet higher up his shoulders. he’s well aware of this (stupid) belief–in fact, he’s heard the outlandish theory at least a million times since his childhood, the same thing repeated by countless people once they’ve caught sight of his moles. it never fails to make his eyes roll because really, who believes in a small, raised dark spot sprouting on your skin from a kiss? 

not him.

and right now, it’s late, and sakusa wants to be asleep so that he’s not extra tired for his morning jog. there’s a small part of him that thinks you might be trying to keep him up on purpose—just so he’ll be tired enough to skip the jog altogether and stay in bed with you a bit longer. but he will not be caving to give you extra cuddles in the morning when you always roll away from him in the middle of the night—you can reap what you’ve sown, he thinks. 

“well, clearly i didn’t get a lot of kisses,” you huff, “because i don’t have nearly as many moles as you. you even have one on your elbow—why was i kissing your elbow?”

“because you’re weird.”

“you obviously let me. what does that make you?” you raise a brow. you do raise a valid point—be he’ll never admit that, you’re annoying enough when you’re not all smug and cocky.

“how do you even know you were my lover in my past life,” he grumbles. he immediately regrets putting that thought in your head when you instantly gasp in shock, your face twisting at the mere audacity of his statement. at this rate, he’s lucky if he gets to sleep at all before his alarm goes off to rise and put on his running shoes.

and this is just a silly myth—you both know that. yet still, the thought of him being with anyone but you leaves a sour taste in your mouth, something you can’t entirely accept in your heart even if you know there’s no real truth behind it. 

“so you want other people to kiss you?”

“what? no, what are you—”

“then how could you say that?” you glare at him. he sighs, finally opening his eyes and fully meeting your gaze. you look offended—like he’s insulted you with just the mere idea of something that’s happened in his (nonexistent) past life. “who else have you let kiss your elbows?”

“oh my god, no one. you haven’t even kissed my—actually you know what? you’re right, how silly of me. of course, it was you kissing elbows in my last life—no one else is weird enough.”

“hey,” you pout, reaching over to gently shove at his shoulder. he shoots you an amused grin as he snickers, loose curls falling over his forehead as you sulk at his jab. you swiftly turn your body, twisting away from his extending arms and facing your back to him. it only makes him chuckle again before grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against his chest. 

“i’m kidding,” he snorts, “if you really did kiss me in so many places, i was a pretty lucky guy,” he hums, “how come i don’t get that many kisses now?”

“because i never got that many kisses,” you grumble, “so it’s my turn to get them in this life.”

“even on your elbow?”

“especially on my elbow.”

and then he laughs—low and soft and sweet and carefree. right against the shell of your ear like he’s humming a simple tune, knitting the sound under your skin and in between your bones as he wraps his arms tighter around you. it’s late and he should be sleeping, he’s tired and his eyes are slightly stinging from the strain as he fights to stay awake, but it’s worth it, he thinks. your finger lightly traces up his arm, and the scent of your body wash overwhelms his sense, and sakusa thinks he can get used to a life like this.

and he can only hope it was his life in the last—and that it continues to be his life in the next. he’s not sure it’s a life he wants if it’s not you that he’s with, shoving you awake and scolding you asleep, laughing over breakfast and rambling during dinner, holding you tight and kissing you deep. 

so he turns you around, cups your cheek and traces the soft flesh like it’s the earth’s core in his hand, rare and fragile and his. “if i kiss you, you better go to sleep,” he mumbles, letting his lips meet your face like the stars reside under your skin. he lets himself linger over each spot, brushing his lips in scattered pecks over your flesh over and over and over.

“kiyo—”

“i love you,” he murmurs as he pecks your nose, “i did in the last life. and i do in this life,” he kisses your lips briefly—not nearly long enough to satisfy you, making them tug into a pout as he pulls away, “and i’ll love you in the next life.”

he presses another kiss to your lips this time, slow and deep and lingering, molding against you like you’re made to be his in every life including this one. like you’re his now just as you were yesterday, like you’ll be his tomorrow and the day after that, like you’ll be his even on days he doesn’t know if he deserves to have you, and like you’ll be his on days when he reminds you he’ll do everything he can so that you stay.

you pull away, the breath caught in your lungs as you meet his gaze, “i love you too, kiyoomi,” you whisper, leaning up to gently mold your lips over the two little moles on his forehead, the ones you kiss every day when you wake up and every night when you fall asleep—and every chance you get in between. 

“good,” he hums, “now please go to sleep.”

© hanmas do not plagiarize, repost, translate to other sites, or recommend on platforms outside tumblr such as tik tok

[wakandas-vibranium]

91% Function

Pairing: Shuri x Black Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, dirty talk, praise kink, vibranium strap, lesbian sex

Word count: 2.1k

Translations: Yeyona shit yesondo kakhulu endakha ndayifumana = That’s the sexiest shit I have ever seen, Hayi = No, Sithandwa = My love, Ndiyakudinga = I need you, Ukuya esihogweni kunye nehempe emhlophe = To hell with that short white man, Ewe, sithandwa sam. Ndiyazi = Yes, my love. I know, Molo kwintombazana yam entle = Hello to my beautiful girlfriend

A/N: Please like, comment, and share!

Your calmness slipped with each passing hour. Your girlfriend, Shuri, was supposed to be back from America hours ago. This was nothing new to you. Shuri traveled quite often, especially now that she was Black Panther, but she had been gone for 20 days, 11 hours, and 36 minutes.

You missed her terribly.

And you ached for her deep inside.

You both agreed not to pleasure yourselves until she returned. You were doing well until around day 10 when you discovered new footage of Shuri in Massachusetts, leaping across a tall building in her panther suit alongside Riri as they both took down a rogue CIA member.

Her swift, confident glides made you proud of her, but also frisky. You two have always had great sex, but since she took the heart-shaped herb, the sex shifted into something borderline astronomical. 

You tapped a bead on your kimoyo bracelet, admiring your half naked figure in the full-length mirror beside your bed as you waited for Shuri to answer.

“Molo kwintombazana yam entle.” Shuri answered on the third ring. 

“Where are you?” You blurted, unwilling to let her cuteness distract you. 

“I am about thirty minutes out from the river border.” 

“Thirty minutes?! Shuri, you were supposed to be here two hours ago.” 

“Ewe, sithandwa sam. Ndiyazi,” Shuri sighed, “I got caught up in a conversation with Agent Ross and lost track of time.” 

“Ukuya esihogweni kunye nehempe emhlophe!” You rolled your eyes, flopping dramatically onto the bed.

“Bast, (Y/N)!” Shuri admonished as she failed to contain her snickers. 

“Oh, you think it’s funny?” 

“Yes, you do get more agitated than usual when I am away for more than a week.” 

“Ndiyakudinga.” You whined.

“I need you, too. I apologize for being late. I will make it up to you.” 

“How?”

“With Riri’s help I was able to get the apparatus to 91% function. Figured we could test it when I arrive?” 

You sat up instantly on the bed, beyond impressed. You two had been throwing around ideas for improving the vibranium strap's versatility for a while now.

“Wow, 91%! So, that means there’s a good chance that—“

“—That you will feel what I feel and I will feel what you feel.” 

“Shit.” You cursed, moaning lightly as you rubbed yourself through your yellow lace panties. 

“Mhm.” 

“Bast, I don’t know which position we should try first.” You breathed, sliding your panties to the side for direct access.

“Well, hands and knees do seem to be your personal favorite.” She added, chuckling lightly. 

You spread your legs a little more before dipping a finger inside your slick hole. You could not wait any longer. Three weeks was your limit. You were a touch starved mess.

“Do not start without me, sithandwa.” 

“What? I’m not.” You lied.

“I can hear your finger sliding in and out of you, Y/N.” 

Damn, you forgot how much stronger her hearing was now. Oh, well. 

“You hear how wet I am for you?”

“Yes, I hear it,” Shuri purred, rubbing at her thigh to distract from the pulsation under her  pants, “I cannot wait to taste it.”

The sultry inflection of her voice was enough to drive you to slide a second finger in, moaning louder this time. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” 

Shuri gasped, “I know you did not just add another fing—“ 

“—Mmm, it feels so good.” You cut her off, whimpering as you felt the edge nearing.

“Take your fingers out, Y/N. Now.” 

“Hayi.” You disobeyed. 

“No?” The sheer shock in Shuri’s voice would have made you laugh if circumstances were different. She sounded scandalized. 

“I’m about to cum, Shuri.” 

“Do you remember what happened the last time you were being a disobedient brat?” 

You did remember which is why you angled your two fingers and thrusted them faster inside you. Shuri had you calling on every god in existence that night. The memory alone had you throbbing.

“You better answer me, Y/N.” 

Your climax was approaching and little did Shuri know, she was talking you up and right through it. 

“Y/N.” Shuri repeated, growling into her kimoyo beads and that sent you over the edge. 

You came as hard and as loud as you wanted. Consequences be damned. You had been holding that in for three long ass weeks. The orgasm was nice, but without your girlfriend you were always left ravenous. Shuri was silent for a beat, listening to your ragged breaths and sinful moans. You shivered as you pulled your fingers out and brought them up to your mouth to lick them clean. 

“Prepare to take every inch I give you.” Shuri hissed. You could hear her breaths become harsher. Oooh, she was mad. Good. 

The last thing you heard was Shuri swearing and one of the Dora Milaje responding to Shuri's question about their whereabouts. 

“We will be home in seven mi—“

The combination of the abrupt silence and your girlfriend's last words sent a sweet chill down your spine. The thought of your impending punishment made you wetter. Even though, the icy tone of Shuri's warning had you swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. You knew she meant business. 

You sobbed a moan while hot tears started to pool in your eyes as you were denied yet another orgasm. Shuri pulled out of you just as you were about to bust. She left you lying there on your back as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. 

She looked back at you, enjoying the drenched, sensitive mess spread out before her. Looking into her eyes, you could not suppress the ache and frustration you felt. For the fourth time, she has pushed you to the precipice, only to yank you back at the last second. You were going to wither away if you didn’t come soon. 

“Don’t look at me like that. You brought this on yourself.” She shrugged, looking down at the strap attached to her. She stroked it loosely as it was slick with your wetness. 

“Please let me cum.” You begged as you sat up on your knees. 

“Come to me.” Shuri called over her shoulder.

You crawled to the edge of the bed, stopping beside her. She turned her face toward you, grinning as she saw the desperation in your eyes. 

“Ride me until you cum.” She gestured for you to straddle her lap and you obeyed, moving with an eager quickness.

You both moaned softly as you eased your pussy down the length of the strap. The model was only at 91% and it was revealing to you both various levels of pleasure you thought were impossible to achieve.

You began to bounce slowly, but quickly found your pacing, up and down, swirl and grind. You lowered your gaze to Shuri, silently pleading with her to touch you. With a playful glint in her eyes, she looked up at you. 

“Baby, please touch me.” You huffed, bouncing harder. 

Usually when you were riding your girlfriend she would grip your waist to help you move up and down, suck your nipples, or smack your ass. SOMETHING! She wasn’t doing anything. She was leaned back, both palms spread against the bed as she watched you fuck yourself onto her. It drove you crazy when she didn’t touch you and she fucking knew it. 

“Obviously you no longer need my help to get you there.” 

“But I do need you, baby. Please help me cum.” 

“Tough.” Shuri said, not moving an inch. 

You pinched her shoulder in frustration and she just laughed at you, unfazed. 

Fine. If she wanted to play like that then so be it. 

You shoved two of your fingers in your mouth and sucked on them before bringing them to massage your clit. Your eyes fluttered closed as you threw your head back in pleasure and moaned loudly.

“Fuck, Shuri. You feel so good inside of me.” 

You knew she loved when you were vocal about how she made you feel during sex and would eventually touch you. 

“No one could ever fuck me like you do,” you continued, “I love the way you fuck me.” 

The cocky grin she was sporting faltered as she let out a deep moan, soon after she rolled her hips up to meet your vigorous bounces. 

A climax tore through your stomach as soon as Shuri bent forward to capture your rigid nipple in her warm mouth, and you threw your head back and whimpered.

You were only given a few spare moments to catch your breath before Shuri picked you up and pounded into you against the wall. 

Sheer unadulterated euphoria flowed through you. You were so sex dazed that you couldn't recall how many times you came in the last thirty minutes, but Shuri was still not through with you. Sweat was the only barrier between the two of you. Your passion for her only deepened with each carnal kiss and perfectly calculated thrust.

You were now on your hands and knees, chestnut thighs shaking like a cheap, synthetic wig on a windy night. The noises of pleasure that escaped your lips were so loud and obscene you took it upon yourself to shove your face into an orange satin pillow. You knew your throat was going to be sore and your voice would be gone come tomorrow. Still, you didn’t care. Shuri was fucking you too damn good for you to be silent.

“Thank me while I fuck you.” Shuri grunted as her hand came down, smacking your plump ass, making the flesh jiggle from the ample force.  

“Aaah! Th—thank you! Thank you!” You whimpered as you rocked back onto her.

With her free hand, Shuri gripped your throat and pulled you up, bringing your sweaty back to rest against her bare chest. She slowed her thrusts and ground into you slowly as she trailed delicate kisses across your cheek and down the neck to your shoulder.

“You always take me so well, Y/N.” 

You could barely form a word so you just nodded. She knew all too well what her praises did to you. 

“If only you listened as well as you took me.”

Shuri kissed your ear and nibbled on your earlobe before whispering, “Are you going to be good from now on and listen?” 

“Yes.” You vowed, gasping as Shuri began to rub tight circles around your clit. 

“Yes, what?” The deepness of her lust filled voice never failed to send you into a frenzy.

“Yes, Panther. I promise.” You groaned. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” She panted. 

“Shuri, please,” you pleaded as she rubbed your clit even faster, “I can’t cum again.” 

“Mmm, I think you can give me one more. Shall we try the highest pulsation?” Shuri pressed on the side of the strap twice, bringing it to level five. You cried out in pleasure, not only because the ability to feel what Shuri was feeling intensified, but also because she brushed against your g-spot over and over. 

Shuri chuckled as she felt your walls clench around her, “Go on,” she encouraged as you squirmed, “Be a good girl and cum one last time for me.” The vibrations from her next stroke shot throughout your entire body. Almost like receiving a slight magnetic jolt.

You let out an ear piercing scream that was definitely heard throughout the palace. You have never experienced an orgasm like this before. You came everywhere. All over your thighs, Shuri’s thighs and the bed. You made a mess. The intensity of your orgasm took Shuri by surprise as well, causing her rhythm to falter once she realized that you were squirting. 

“Yeyona shit yesondo kakhulu endakha ndayifumana.” Shuri praised as she shoved you down into the mattress with one hand while the other tightened on your waist. Her euphonious moans grew louder as she drove into you wildly, chasing her own orgasm. 

Shuri came with a cry, her thighs shook against the backs of yours. You were still trembling as your knees gave out and you sagged against the bed. She pulled out of you and flopped down next to you. 

You both breathed shakily, warm bodies completely spent. You mustered all the strength you had left to turn onto your side so you could face her. Of course, she was already on her side, smirking at you. 

“So,” Shuri cleared her throat as she scooched closer to you, resting her hand on your waist, “how are you feeling?” You wanted to roll your eyes at the smugness in her voice but that simple action required energy you didn’t have at the moment. 

“If you’re ever walking outside and hear a rustling in the bushes, don't worry about it. It’s just me.” You enlightened her as your cunning amber eyes peered into her haughty walnut pupils. 

Shuri’s eyes crinkled as she bit her bottom lip to stifle a laugh, shaking her head fondly at you. She thought she was used to your post sex outbursts by now, but every now and then you stumped her.

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EQUIFINALITY | SPRING

PART TWO, sequel to GESTALT

Joel Miller x afab!reader (6.2k+)

RATING: EXPLICIT (18+, mdni) WARNINGS: angst, grief, graphic depictions of injury & medical treatment, discussions about murder & death, age gap (not mentioned), allusions to smut DISCLAIMER: although this is a continuation of my series titled GESTALT, it could potentially be read as a standalone. however, i strongly suggest reading the first series to provide context for the reunion and background on the relationships between the characters. this part is genuinely upsetting, i’m sorry in advance. NOTES: this part takes place after the finale episode, when ellie and joel return to jackson.

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He slept for almost 36 hours straight when they finally arrived back in Jackson.

He at least had the mind to shower before he collapsed into the mattress—scrubbing away the accumulation of filth and grime that his body had collected throughout the course of the past few months with Ellie. He spent an unreasonable amount of time picking at the dried blood beneath his fingernails—mostly because he wasn’t sure if it was his own, or someone else’s.

He nearly pissed himself when something smacked him on the backside of the head, startling him awake with a jolt and immediately forcing him into a sitting position.

When he regained his bearings, he saw Ellie standing next to the bed with a cheeky grin on her face, the pillow she’d hit him with clutched tightly in her hands. Joel reached a hand to cradle the back of his head, still reeling from the sudden and abrupt intrusion on his rest.

“Now why the hell would you go and do a thing like that?”

He tried to sound angry, intimidating, but his grogginess created a more bewildered tone than anything. Ellie snickered wickedly, her eyes lit up with mischief.

“I was making sure you weren’t fuckin’ dead. You’ve been asleep for more than a day.”

Joel’s eyes darted from her figure out towards the window, where the afternoon sun was just beginning to fall, the horizon line painted with fiery shades of crimson and gold. His brow furrowed.

“We got in early this mornin’, what are you even talking about?”

He laid back down with a grunt, making a move to roll over and get some more shut-eye, but Ellie grabbed his shoulder and forced him to stay facing her.

“No, genius. We got in early yesterday morning.”

He slowly pulled himself upright in bed, again, face pinched together in confusion.

“No, that’s not—no.”

He insisted, although he forced himself to shimmy from beneath the covers and onto his feet, walking towards the window to gaze outside more closely.

Ellie watched his movements with a mixture of confusion and amusement.

“Seems like you really needed the sleep, huh, Joel?”

His brain felt foggy, muddied with exhaustion. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d allowed himself to sleep freely—but in the comfort of a home, with four walls and a roof, an inviting mattress with somewhat intact blankets, he finally succumbed to the fatigue that consumed him.

Joel startled when Ellie lightly smacked the pillow against his back in an effort to regain his attention.

“Your brother’s waiting for you outside. I would’ve let you sleep forever, but he told me to come wake you up.”

He ran a tired hand down his face before he settled both hands on his hips, looking down at Ellie just as her lips curled into a teasing grin.

“Besides, your girlfriend is worried about you.”

Joel blinked, his brows lowering into a glare that he aimed towards the girl.

“Knock it off. Go tell Tommy I’ll be there in five minutes.”

When she finally left him in peace, her footsteps fading down the staircase with heavy stomps, Joel sat back down on the edge of the bed, trying to quell the headache that was already forming behind his eyes. Christ, he’d really slept that long?

His mind flickered to you. He hadn’t seen you since he'd returned—of course, you were the first thing on his mind when he’d passed through the gates of Jackson, but he was too ashamed to face you. Your most recent interaction hadn’t been particularly friendly, and he wasn’t quite sure how you’d react to seeing him, even several months later.

But Ellie had already stopped in to see you—he caught sight of the butterfly bandages placed atop the gouge in her forehead, holding the wound closed with precision. He imagined the gentleness in your fingers as you’d treated the wound, the fondness in your eyes that undoubtedly sparked when you spoke with the girl—the same look you’d once held for Sarah.

With a grunt, he pushed himself to his feet again, slipping a flannel over his black t-shirt and lacing up his boots. Much to his surprise, he found himself pausing in the entrance of the bathroom to check his appearance. There was a toothbrush, and toothpaste, and he allowed himself to indulge in the amenities the quaint household provided—rinsing his face with cool water, putting on deodorant, combing through his grown-out hair with his fingers. God, when was the last time he’d actually thought about how he looked? You always brought out the strangest parts of him.

Tommy lifted a brow when his brother finally exited the front door, closing it shut behind him.

“Mornin’, sunshine.”

He teased, smirking lightly at Joel. The man rolled his shoulders back, feeling his joints pop and his bones creak in protest. He cracked his neck before fixing his eyes on Tommy.

“Why’d you let me sleep so long?”

Tommy chuckled, beginning to trek towards the town square with Joel trailing closely behind.

“I know how you are about keepin’ watch while you’re out there. When’s the last time you got more than a few hours of shut-eye?”

Joel didn’t reply, which was enough of a response for Tommy to know his assumptions had been correct.

“Where’s Ellie?”

He asked finally, immediately noticing the lack of the girl’s presence—especially considering that they hadn’t been apart for practically a year.

“At the stables. She likes helpin’ out there, gets along with the horses.”

Joel hummed in response.

They walked the rest of the way in comfortable silence, interrupted only by the crackling of gravel beneath their uniformed footfalls.

Tommy walked him right to the entrance to the MEDICAL facility.

“She don’t wanna see me.”

Joel grumbled, and although his eyes were cast to the ground, they quickly shot up to stare at his brother at the sound of his incredulous laughter. Tommy shook his head at him.

“Oh, please. She’s been worryin’ herself sick over your sorry ass.”

Joel’s expression softened a bit at Tommy’s admission, and the nerves that were clinging to his insides were briefly replaced with a pang of guilt. His brother sighed, leaning in a bit closer and lowering his voice.

“Look, you didn’t hear this from me, alright? But—about three days after you took off, she tried to follow you.”

Joel felt his jaw go slack at the information, his fingers clenching into fists at his sides.

Tommy took notice of his reaction, but continued nonetheless.

“Tried to sneak out between guard shifts. Luckily Maria and I caught her in time—I had a feelin’ she'd pull somethin’ like that, but—she was a wreck, Joel. Haven’t seen her so upset since her momma’s funeral.”

Joel’s eyes fell to the ground once more, his throat feeling hoarse with emotion. He didn’t deserve that. You shouldn’t have been willing to risk your life for him. Not after everything he’d done.

Tommy clapped a hand onto Joel shoulder.

“Go on, man. She’ll be glad to see you’re still kickin’—and she’ll be able to help you with all your...”

Tommy gestured to Joel’s face with a vague wave of his hand, referencing the various nicks and bruises he’d acquired along his journey.

Joel watched his brother walk away from him, hands sitting heavy in his pockets.

Someone exiting the clinic brought his attention back to the building in front of him—he watched a teenage girl with ginger hair shuffle out of the door, a plastic baggy of feminine products clutched tightly in her hands.

Joel reached to hold the door open for her, and she offered him a brief grateful smile before departing, leaving the man to enter the waiting room with his stomach churning with nerves.

There were people in there, this time. An older gentleman in a rocking chair, a dated magazine held in front of his face, and a young Asian man sitting behind the makeshift reception counter. The boy smiled meekly as Joel cautiously walked further into the place.

“Welcome in. You’re... Joel, right?”

He asked, brows raised knowingly. Joel nodded, a bit surprised that his name was already known to someone outside of his immediate circle.

The boy turned to the other occupant of the room.

“Hey, Ron? Do you mind coming back in tomorrow morning? Doc said that him and the girl get priority treatment.”

The boy jutted his thumb towards Joel in reference, and he stuttered.

“Wha—no, I don’t need—”

“No problem, Ian. Let ‘er know I stopped by, okay? Just wanted her to check on my bum shoulder.”

Ron accepted the news graciously, a bit overzealous for what the situation called for. He stood to take his leave, offering a crooked smile to the two other men.

“Tell Y/N I said to have a good night.”

He winked playfully, and Joel’s nose crinkled slightly, although Ian just laughed it off.

“You got it, sir.”

The bell chimed when the door shut behind Ron, and Ian turned back to Joel.

“She’ll just be another minute.”

He assured, subtly hinting that Joel could take a seat somewhere in the waiting room. The man awkwardly nodded in thanks before slowly making his way over to the nearest piece of furniture. Just as he went to sit himself down on the worn leather sofa, the door to the office pushed open.

“—and just let me know if you’re feeling any more discomfort, okay? Hopefully those meds will help, but if not, we can try something a little stronger.”

Your voice spilled from the open doorway, your figure following closely behind a middle-aged woman whose arm was in a sling.

“Thanks, doc, I appreciate it.”

The woman smiled, and Joel watched your eyes crinkle as you grinned in return.

“Hey, it’s no problem, really. Can’t wait to hear more about the harvest yields for this Spring.”

You sounded sincere, but Joel knew you well enough to recognize the slight sarcastic lilt to your tone, and he felt the corner of his lip twitch upward at your feigned enthusiasm.

The woman nodded gratefully, opening her mouth as if to continue the aforementioned conversation, but then your eyes flitted to Joel’s awaiting figure and you lifted a hand to cut her off.

“Sorry, Opal, but I’ve got another patient to get to. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

You were gentle but firm, and the woman nodded in understanding, eyes passing over Joel briefly before she offered a modest farewell and exited the facility.

The air stagnated between the two of you, eyes simply drinking each other in without words being spoken. After a few tense moments of silence, your face turned towards Ian, although your eyes were still trained on Joel’s face.

“Hey, kid, thanks for your help today. Why don’t you head out early and enjoy the nice weather?”

Ian’s head perked up at your suggestion.

“Really? You sure?”

You glanced at him finally, smiling softly.

“Of course. This’ll be my last client for the day, anyhow. And don’t worry, I’ll still mark you off for the full shift.”

You offered, and the boy thanked you once more before grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and following in Opal’s steps as he pushed through the door.

You were alone.

Joel didn’t know what to say, but luckily, you offered him some reprieve by breaking the silence yourself.

“So. I see you’re out of hibernation.”

Your right brow quirked upward slightly, the scar on your face creasing as you smirked teasingly at him. He felt himself grow bashful.

“Yeah, I—I guess I didn’t realize how tired I was ‘til I woke up a day and a half later.”

The angelic sound of your laughter was divine as you regarded him softly, a warm smile lighting up your features.

“Hey, your body obviously needed the sleep. Heard you’ve been through Hell and back since the last time I saw you.”

His face darkened slightly, his features turning stony. He shifted his gaze away from your face, knowing that you were the only person capable of cracking him open with just a single glance.

“What all did she tell you?”

He asked quietly, referring to Ellie. You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back against the doorframe.

“Most of it, I think.”

Joel rolled his eyes, a low groan of annoyance escaping him.

“Can never keep her fuckin’ mouth shut.”

He mumbled to himself, but you obviously heard.

“Hey, don’t be mad at her. Like I told you before, I’m easy to talk to. That’s part of my job, anyway—70 percent doctor, 20 percent therapist.”

Your smile was lopsided as you joked with him.

“What about the other ten?”

He questioned, feeding into your playful banter. You laughed.

“Ten percent is me pretending to know what the fuck I’m doing.”

A small smile invaded his face before he could stop it, and you reciprocated the gesture, your eyes twinkling with triumph at your ability to make the seemingly unbreakable man surrender his defenses, even if just for a second.

You gestured with a slight nod of your head for him to join you in the examination room—you were a bit embarrassed with yourself when you felt your heart rate pick up when Joel started walking towards you, your face flushing when he briefly towered over you while brushing past through the door.

Without any prompting, he found his place on the steel exam table without complaint. You let the door click shut behind you as you walked towards your desk, grabbing a pair of latex gloves.

“Heard someone tried to use you for batting practice.”

You started, making your way towards him on the table. He shook his head slightly at your joke, his hand instinctually reaching up to rest over where the wound was still healing.

“Yeah. It—well, wasn’t great. Got infected, too. Told Ellie she shoulda come back here and left me, but she’s too damn stubborn for her own good.”

“Hmm. Sounds a lot like someone else I know.”

You teased, stopping a few feet in front of him. He rolled his eyes.

“Can you take of your shirt?”

Your question startled him, his body tensing as he lips parted slightly, brows furrowed as he studied your face. Your inquiry was serious, he realized.

“What—I don’t—”

You genuinely hadn’t comprehended the implications of your statement—it was just standard protocol; you needed to examine his injury. But you saw a blush creeping up his cheeks beneath his patchy beard, and your body mimicked the response.

“Sorry. I mean—you don’t have to, but I need to see how everything’s healing up. You can just lift it up if that’d make you more comfortable.”

A wicked retort sprang to his mind and rolled over his tongue—he didn’t even realize he’d said it out loud until he watched your eyes widen at his words.

“If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask.”

Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Joel’s own eyes widened as his inhale turned sharp, surprised and somewhat appalled with himself. Your expression mirrored his own, heat pooling in your cheeks as you froze, paralyzed.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry, that just—dunno why I said that, just reminded me of that time you—”

“I remember.”

You cut him off curtly, face and neck stinging with embarrassment. It was a call back to one of your prior shameless flirtation attempts when you were young—the same night your mother died, the same night he kissed you for the very first time.

“I’m… surprised, that you do.”

His brows furrowed at that. An ache settled somewhere within his ribcage, squeezing around his heart.

“Darlin’—I remember everythin’. All of it.”

You looked away, trying to keep yourself in the present moment—you could feel yourself slipping back into your memories, the night he’d left you, cold and alone on your living room floor. The things he’d said. The truth he’d spilled.

Joel squeezed his eyes shut, taking a slow deep breath to combat his own humiliation. Before he could wallow in anticipation any longer, he shouldered off his red flannel and lifted the black undershirt over his head, setting it at his side.

Oh, God, you felt faint. Nauseous, even. How many times had you thought about this? Sure, you’d seen Joel shirtless on a couple occasions—at the pool a few times, when he just rolled out of bed in the morning, when the Texas heat was too unbearable. But that was years ago. And now—it felt different, now. More intimate.

You took in a deep breath, walking towards him with purpose. Focus, damnit. This is your job.

But you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the newly exposed skin of his torso. His chest was smattered with faint salt-and-pepper curls, his skin peppered with white scars and abrasions that contrasted the tan of his skin. The muscles of his pectorals flexed, and your eyes wandered over the soft expanse of his stomach, before settling in on the wound on his lower right side.

“Can you lie back for me?”

Your words sounded somewhat breathless, and you cleared your throat, tearing your gaze away from his chest to meet his eyes. There was doubt swirling behind them, insecurity, and your heart yearned to comfort him, to press your lips to every inch of skin and assure him that he’s still as beautiful as he was twenty years ago, your feelings hadn’t changed, Joel, I still love—

Joel heeded your request, turning to the side and cautiously lowering himself down onto his back, the cold steel like ice against his skin, causing him to hiss.

You inhaled through your nose when you finally approached him, closing the gap and leaning in to inspect the area more closely.

It was healing up well, all things considered. The skin surrounding the wound was inflamed, but it certainly could be worse. However, the crude blue thread that had been used to stitch his skin closed was mildly concerning to you.

Joel felt your hair tickle against the skin of his abdomen, the light brush of your gloved fingers tracing over the afflicted area.

He stared up at the ceiling, trying not to focus on the way your hot breath felt against his lower stomach. The last time you’d been this close to him, you were on your knees between his legs the night before his birthday.

“You know,”

He started softly, mulling the words over in his mind before speaking.

“you seem to remember more than I thought you did, too.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your fingers stilling over his skin at his statement. You knew exactly what he was referring to—the confession you’d regrettably included in the farewell letter you’d given him before he left Jackson with Ellie. You probably shouldn’t have remembered, but it was hard not to—the rest of that night was a blur, sure, your memory clouded over from the mixture of liquor and drugs in your bloodstream, but you couldn’t forget the way he’d laid beside you, his lips brushing over your fingers, your hands tracing the outline of his face so you could commit it to memory, keep it close to you. The promise he’d made.

“S’all I’ve ever wanted, Joel. All I think I’ll ever want—to be with you.”

You’d confessed with bleary eyes.

“Will you kiss me, Joel?”

The tenderness in his eyes suffocated you, smothering you with the uncharacteristic softness of his gaze.

“Tell you what,”

he’d said.

“You close your eyes, and keep ‘em closed for five minutes, and I’ll kiss you.”

“I’m gonna have to remove the stitches.”

You stated, tone suddenly cold and matter-of-fact as you pulled yourself out of your recollection.

His head lifted to look at you just as you turned towards the shelf on the wall, retrieving some supplies and setting them on a metal surgical tray.

“Why? S’healin’ fine.”

He insisted, and you pursed your lips, sliding the cart closer to you so you’d have the supplies at the ready.

“We can keep them in, if you really want, but that could lead to some serious complications down the road. This is sewing thread, Joel, it won’t dissolve on it’s own. If your skin heals over it, it could lead to more infection and a nasty looking scar.”

He grunted in acknowledgement, not particularly excited about the prospect of reopening an old wound, picking at the scab. If only he knew that’s exactly what he was forcing you to do...

“Joel? Is that okay? I’ll numb it first.”

You slid your office chair up towards his face, leaning over him slightly to catch his eyes. Your silhouette was framed by the harsh light behind your head, creating a fuzzy halo of glow around you. He nodded dumbly, somewhat hypnotized by your proximity—shit, he’d let you do just about anything to him if you looked at him like that.

He watched you slide back down towards his waist, your hand dipping into the half-empty tub of lidocaine ointment and swiping a generous amount on your index finger. Joel hissed when the cooling sensation hit his skin, your touch smoothing it over his tender flesh carefully.

“Sorry.”

You whispered absentmindedly, reaching for your forceps and a pair of small medical scissors.

“Let me know if it hurts, okay? The internal abrasion seems to be healed, it’s just the entrance wound left. It shouldn’t bleed too much and you shouldn’t be able to feel it, but there might be a slight pinching sensation. Okay?”

“Jesus, you sound like a real doctor.”

He chuckled quietly to himself, folding his hands atop his chest and trying to relax as he felt you move towards the wound. You let out a breath of a laugh.

“Yeah, well, maybe not officially licensed, but by apocalypse standards…”

Your forceps tucked beneath the loop of the first suture, gently coaxing it out from beneath the scar tissue. His abdominal muscles rippled, but you forced yourself to focus.

“I’m about as qualified as they come.”

He let you work in silence for the most part, teeth gritted and jaw clenched tightly as you pulled each stitch out cautiously. He definitely wasn’t gonna admit to you that he could feel each pull of string beneath his skin, tugging against the tender flesh of his insides.

“Ellie didn’t do half bad.”

You chuckled slightly, discarding another removed stitch on your tray.

“Might be givin’ me a run for my money.”

You heard Joel huff.

“Yeah, well, lemme tell you—you’ve certainly got a gentler touch, that’s for sure.”

That earned a giggle from you, although you immediately quieted when Joel grunted in pain as the stitch you were working on got caught on the edge of his torn skin.

“Shit, sorry.”

You whispered, one hand reaching to soothingly rub across the healthy, untarnished skin just above the wound, on his lower stomach. Joel squeezed his eyes shut tightly at the feeling of your fingers brushing across his navel, his brows pinched with pain. Or, at least, you thought it was pain. He knew differently.

When you got down to the final two sutures, your eyes grew soft.

“You’re lucky to be alive, cowboy.”

Your breathy laugh was humorless, more an expression of disbelief than humor. He shook his head in acknowledgement, humming.

“Believe me. Say that to myself that every damn day.”

“No, Joel.”

His head lifted at the sincerity in your tone as you removed the final stitch. You reached for a sterile piece of gauze, soaking it in antiseptic solution before carefully wiping away the blood that had begun to seep from the site of the removed suture.

“This... this should’ve killed you.”

His features softened just slightly as the severity of your remark dawned on him. He knew you were probably right. He’d felt himself slipping several times when he was fighting for his life on that dingy mattress in that musty basement—but he always pulled himself back.

“Couldn’t let that happen.”

He admitted quietly, letting his muscles final relax as you finished cleaning up his injury.

“Ellie... she needed me.”

You were silent as you moved to dispose of the used supplies, putting the rest back in the rightful spots on the shelf.

Joel watched your movements carefully, the contortion of your shoulder blades beneath your deep purple scrubs as you reached up on your tiptoes to put something on a high shelf. When you’d finished, you paused for a moment with your back facing him. He saw your fists clenching and unclenching rhythmically at your sides.

“M’sorry, Joel.”

You finally spoke, voice quiet.

“About everything I said. I shouldn’t have—”

“You were right.”

Joel Miller wasn’t sure he’d ever said those words aloud before—he was never one to admit he was wrong or own up to his mistakes, too prideful and headstrong for his own good. You turned to face him, your eyes cloudy as they scanned his face, scrutinizing his features carefully. He propped himself up on his elbows.

“About Ellie. About—about me. Wouldn’t’ve been able to live with myself if somethin’ had happened to her, if I hadn’t been there. I almost—”

He felt tears spring to his eyes as he thought back on the moment Ellie had rushed into his arms, face speckled with blood.

“—almost lost her, and I couldn’t—”

“—I know.”

You cut him off softly, taking a few steps towards him to sit back down in your chair and roll closer to him. He was grateful that you’d granted him a reprieve from speaking. He rapidly blinked back the tears flooding him.

“She told me. About—about David.”

Joel’s brows lifted, his eyes on yours.

“She did?”

He asked, slightly breathless and entirely surprised.

“She never—I still don’t know everythin’ that happened, she didn’t wanna talk—”

“I think that’s probably for the best.”

You nodded sadly, and Joel watched the movement of your arm as it lifted and reached for his hand, fingers wrapping around his comfortingly. The feeling of your soft skin against the callousness of his palm made his pulse jump.

“I’m—I’m glad she told you.”

He started slowly, eyes still fixated on your intertwined fingers.

“Glad she has someone to talk to.”

Your grin was small, but genuine, and you lifted your other hand to clasp his between both of your own.

“It’s good to get that stuff of your chest.”

You agreed, and Joel nodded quietly, letting his head fall back against the steel table as he stared up at the ceiling. Your next words made him falter.

“Speaking of… you ever gonna tell anyone what really happened in Salt Lake City?”

Joel’s neck almost snapped with how quickly he turned to stare at you. His mouth fell open, and you quickly backtracked at his abrupt reaction, pulling your hands away.

“I mean—it doesn’t have to be me, I’m just sayin’—it’s not good for you, to carry that all by yourself. That shit’s gonna eat you alive.”

His mind was racing, thoughts stumbling over each other at a mile per minute. You must’ve interpreted his silence as disapproval, because you sighed as you rolled your chair across the room towards your desk, busying yourself with the papers that were scattered about.

Joel pushed himself upward into a sitting position, his legs dangling off the side and his back leaning against the wall. He watched you carefully, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth as he reeled.

You cautiously breached the silence that permeated the room, although you still pretended to be preoccupied with another task.

“Ellie told me what you’d said—about what happened. They stopped lookin’ for a cure, there were others who were immune. Who knows, maybe that really is the truth, but I feel like I know you better than that, and I—”

“I killed them.”

It was barely above a whisper, his confession, but you heard it loud and clear. The statement rang through your ears like a church bell, vibrating within your skull. You froze, slowly turning to face Joel once again. He seemed to be staring straight through you, his face set in resolution and jaw rippling as he continued.

“All of ‘em. They—they were gonna kill ’er. The fungus, it’s—s’in her brain, they said the only way to get a sample was to... to—”

You nodded knowingly, standing up from your chair to approach him slowly, your eyes soft and sympathetic. He felt gross, disgusting, repulsive, your gaze far too tender for the atrocities he was admitting to. His breath hitched caught in his throat when he tried to speak again, the tears he had been rapidly blinking away gathering back in his waterline.

“I couldn’t—I couldn’t let them do that, I couldn’t. I mean—she’s just a kid, they didn’t understand, and—they wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I had—had to go through them, it was the only way—only way to save ‘er."

A tear fell from his left eye, overflowing until it slipped down the side of his cheek. He reached up to swipe it away as you finally reached him. You were paused in front of him, standing between his widely spread legs. Your eyes never wandered from his.

You knew what he meant—knew deep down why he did what he did, even if he wouldn’t or couldn’t admit it. He’d lost Sarah. He couldn’t lose another daughter. Not on his watch.

He flinched away when your hand reached up to cradle his face, your thumb swiping over his tear-stained cheek as your fingers slipped behind his ear, threading into his hair. No, you shouldn’t be touching him, he didn’t deserve your pity—

“You can’t tell her.”

He suddenly begged, his hand reaching up to grab your wrist desperately, his eyes wide and pleading.

“She can never know, Y/N, she’d never forgive me, I need you to—“

“It’s alright, cowboy. You have my word. Okay?”

The self-hatred he felt was sickening him, festering deeply in the pit of his stomach even as your thumb rubbed soothingly against his cheek, over his graying beard.

Why didn’t you hate him? Why were you still here? He was a monster, he was evil, sick, twisted—

“Stop.”

He finally came to his senses, using his grip on your wrist to pull your hand away from him and gently urge you to step backwards.

“Stop, don’t—don’t go feelin’ sorry for me, don’t go and—and—you don’t know all the things I’ve done, you don’t—”

“I know you, Joel.”

Even though it was gentle, your tone was firm and insistent.

“I know you. I might not know all the things you’ve done, but that doesn’t change who you are, deep down.”

He shook his head. You didn’t understand, couldn’t understand—

“We’re like trees.”

His brows furrowed at that, confusion evident on his face at your sudden and seemingly random shift in conversation.

“Tree trunks, they—they have rings. The innermost ring of the tree is the oldest, and as the trees grow, as time passes, new rings are added, but the core of it always stays the same.”

You pressed yourself closer again, meeting his resistance with ample willpower.

“It doesn’t matter if the outer layers wither, if they decay, if they’re ugly—it’s still the same tree on the inside.”

He shook his head. You and your stupid fucking analogies.

“You don’t get it. ’M not who I was. I’m—everythin’ about me is bad, Y/N, I’m—I’ve rotted straight through to my core.”

To his surprise, you smiled at him, sad but reassuring, shaking your head.

“No. You’re still here. You’re still standing. If the badness had reached all the way to your middle, you’d just be a stump.”

“Can we stop with this damn metaphor? M’not a fuckin’ tree.”

He grumbled, but then you were moving closer against him, standing between his splayed legs with your hips flush against the metal edge of the table as you pushed your chest against his bare torso. His breath hitched.

“No, you’re not. But you’re still Joel. Yeah, things are different. But I still see him in there, the person I knew, the person I—I loved. See it when you look at Ellie, and Tommy. See it when you laugh. See it in your eyes.”

No, no, no—what was he doing? You were so good, so painfully kind, and good, and his poison was going to seep into your fingertips and taint your perfect disposition.

“Don’t think I’ve ever been the person you thought I was.”

His eyes met yours, and he could see your face fall slightly before you recovered, helplessly trying to change his mind.

“Maybe not. But you already said it today—you remember. You remember the way things were, the person you used to be. Those memories, those reminders—they’re proof. Your now can’t erase the then.”

You felt dizzy, lightheaded—every fiber of your being was screaming at you to stop, back off, you’re gonna hurt yourself all over again, slam the door and walk away—but the despondency in his eyes was simply devastating. It was always his damn eyes.

His entire body seized up tight when you slowly lowered your head down towards his stomach, maintaining eye contact as your warm breath passed over his navel. He watched on silently as your lips brushed over the wound you’d just tended to, featherlight and barely-there, but the touch was searingly hot.

“The same Joel who had magic kisses.”

You raised your head again, lifting your arms to wrap loosely around his neck, coaxing him forward towards you. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. He let you guide him closer into your embrace.

“The same Joel who can’t wrap a damn Christmas gift."

His lip slightly quirked up at the corner as your fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“The same Joel who’s never been to a college party.”

His eyelids fluttered as your nose brushed against his. You were gazing at him from beneath your lashes, tempting and so damn sweet. He felt your warm exhale across his cheeks.

“The same Joel who still owes me that kiss.”

For a brief moment, he lost himself, his mind emptying until all that was left was you, everywhere, overwhelming and all-consuming. But as you leaned forward to close the gap, he knew he couldn’t do this to you. Not again. Couldn’t let you give yourself away to someone so unworthy.

“Your dad.”

He said suddenly, his words loud and intruding in the small distance between you. You felt the vibrations on your lips when he spoke, and you drew back quickly, the haze of desire in your eyes replaced with a puzzled look.

“What?”

Joel stared you down, arming himself against your targeted attacks on his protective barriers.

“Your—your old man. He was one of the doctors at the Firefly hospital.”

His words rammed into you like a fucking semitruck, the wind momentarily knocked out of you. You stumbled back slightly, your shoulders bracing with tension as a new emotion flickered over your face—fear.

“You’re—you’re lying.”

“I’m sorry, darlin’.”

Joel's brief apathy corroded at the sight of such horror on your face, his eyes flooding with tears yet again as he squeezed them shut. He had the sudden uncontrollable urge to wrap you in his arms and shield you from the world, to protect you—but how could he? How could he possibly protect you from himself?

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know—by the time I’d realized, it was already too late, and I—”

“I didn’t even think he was still alive.”

His lids snapped open to look at you once more where the initial shock on your face had worn off, replaced with a frigid sort of acceptance, a jarring finality. Joel felt like he was suffering from whiplash at your abrupt change in demeanor.

“Never got close enough to see him in California. At least now I know.”

You couldn’t be fucking serious. You were just... content with this? Forgiving Joel so easily, so readily? What the fuck was wrong with you?

But then he saw the way your posture shifted, suddenly on the defensive, your stare now pierced with suspicion and criticism. The tenderness in your eyes had shifted to communicate your wariness, your distrust. For the first time, it was like you were looking into the face of a stranger.

Somehow, he felt more comfortable with this than the love you’d so shamelessly displayed for him just moments prior. This, he deserved. This, he could handle.

“Y/N—”

“I think you should go.”

You declared curtly, shutting him out completely as your turned away. You felt your heart begin to split in two all over again—you hated the sudden animosity you felt towards the man you cared so deeply for, but it was threatening to overwhelm you as you listened to him sigh heavily, his feet thumping against the ground as he slid off of the table.

You heard the rustling of his clothes as he slipped his shirt back over his head, his posture sagging lowly as he stared at your back, the distance between you two only widening with each shaky rise and fall of your shoulders.

It was better this way, Joel convinced himself. Better for you to hate him than to love him. Better for him to push you away than to let you back in. Better for both of you to keep moving forward without looking back—better to hurt you a little now before he hurt you a lot later.

He left without another word.

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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

"Give me smoochie! MWAH MWAH MWAH-"

Hobie Brown x OC!Diane

Pink Paint Prints - Diane's devious.

"-Diane!" Hobie groaned - but alas, it was too late.

"No! Come'ere." Diane laughed wickedly, pulling the taller boy in as she assaulted Hobies face with an onslaught of kisses.

"Get kissed up!" She demanded, as Hobie faked a wince, like a begrudging cat.

In Diane's defence - he had it coming.

Her smooches left a trail of cerise marks across his face, pink pops of glitter dotted frantically on each cheek, each with an accompanying kissy sound.

Finally, Hobie gave in, relaxing into her embrace - and up this close she smelled like icing and strawberries, a breath of fresh air compared to the smog of his world.

"Might as well get it outta your system, yeah?"

He didn't have to tell her twice.

Diane wrapped her arms around his thin frame in a bear hug and Hobie screwed his face, snickering as Diane placed one last solid kiss on the tip of his nose.

"MWAH!"

"Had your fun?" Hobie asked, as Diane pulled away, cupping his face in her hands.

"Don't you look adorable!" Diane told him, admiring her handy work. "Don't answer that - you do. You're the cutest, smoothest, stone-cold fox, Bie-bie!" She said, pinching his cheek. "I knew this lip color would look good on your skintone!"

"This premeditated then?" He said, watching as Diane's smile grew into a smirk. "That eager to get your hands on me?"

"Uh-huh." She'd nodded. "Now just tell me how the formula holds up, okay?"

"What?"

"The formula?" She said, as dread began to creep in on Hobies stomach. On instinct, he reached up to touch his cheek, long fingers rubbing at the stains of pink.

"They say it's long-lasting. 36 hours! And like, that can't be true. But I can't wear it for 36 hours. But you-"

"Diane-"

When Hobie looked down at his fingers barely any had transferred, traces of glitter left on his gloves the only evidence.

Fuck.

"Diane." Hobie said, more urgently this time, more skeptical, rubbing harder. "I know you ain't do what I think you did-"

Diane laughed deviously. Hobie could feel the prints drying down already.

"I did." she squeaked.

"Diane! The hell is this? What's this shite made of?!"

"I really don't know," she said, "But they call it Liquid Lip Paint or somethin'."

"And by the looks of it, they ain't lying." Diane said, watching as Hobie scrubbed his cheeks with his hands, efforts futile.

"You twat!" Hobie groaned, making a grab for her.

On instinct, Diane pushed forward on her toes, rolling backwards on her skates and right out of his range.

She errupted in giggles, throwing her head back in laughter as Hobie came after her.

"Ah, help!" She yelled, laughing all the while. "Hobie's being mean to me!"

"Come here-" he warned, swiping at her. And just as easily - Diane twirled just out of grasp, his fingers only gracing her as her skates carried her backwards.

When that didn't work, he tried to web her. Though, it was no use.

Diane geared up, kicking off and leaving him in the dust.

"Diane!" Hobie said, his demand lost in a bout of giggles, and the sound of rolling plastic wheels.

Diane took off, and she was gone.

That's what he got for trusting a groupie.

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"What in God's name happened to you?" Miguel questioned, a sharp eyebrow raised in Hobie's direction.

"What's it look like, mate?" Hobie sighed, pulling on his mask. The morning had been populated by giggles and glances, on the account of Hobie's face being painted in pink lip-prints.

Pavitr had nearly squeeled when he saw it, a new gift for Gayatri already in mind.

'That's so dreamy, you guys!' he'd exclaimed. 'Hobie's dreamy.' Diane smiled. 'Are you going to give me a makeup wipe or not?' 'No.' she said happily. "Now quit asking me that."

Hobie rubbed the stress from his brow. "Diane's what happened."

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[naushtheaspiringauthor]

~Child Of The Storm~

Nikolai Lantsov x OC

Image by - @brokendreamtale2

Warnings- use of a few offensive words

A/N- I love how they're finally getting along😽 Let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist!

Taglist- @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @sirisuorionblack @nadeleine123n @marauders-wife

Ch-36 ~Old rivalry, new friendship~

Anaya quickly recognized the familiar voice. Zoya Nazyalensky swept through the crowd, her black hair shining in the sunlight and her deep blue eyes fierce as always.

“I speak for the Etherealki,” she spoke. “And we will follow the Sun Summoner.”

Anaya was surprised to hear her words

“Not all of us,” Marie piped up weakly. 

Zoya gave a disdainful laugh. “Yes, we know you support Sergei in all his endeavours, Marie. But this isn’t a late-night tryst by the banya. We’re talking about the future of the Grisha and all of Ravka.”

Snickers greeted Zoya’s pronouncement, and Marie turned bright red.

“That’s enough, Zoya,” snapped Sergei.

An inferni stepped forward. “Marie is right,” he spoke. “You don’t speak for all of us, Zoya. I’d prefer to see an Etherealnik at the head of the Second Army, but it shouldn’t be her.” He pointed a finger at Alina. “She wasn’t even raised here.”

“That’s right!” called out a Corporalnik. “She’s been a Grisha less than a year!”

“Grisha are born, not made,” growled Tolya, finally coming out of his shell

“And who are you?” asked Sergei, his natural arrogance showing through.

Tolya’s hand went to his curved sword. “I am Tolya Yul- Baatar. I was raised far from this corpse of a palace, and I’d be happy to prove that I can stop your heart.”

“You’re Grisha?” Sergei asked incredulously.

“As much as you are,” replied Tamar, her gold eyes flashing.

“And what about you?” Sergei asked Mal.

“I’m just a soldier,” Mal replied, moving to stand beside Alina. “Her soldier.”

“As are we all,” added Fedyor. “We returned to Os Alta to serve the Sun Summoner, not some posturing boy.”

Another Corporalnik got to his feet. “You’re just one more coward who fled when the Darkling fell. You have no right to come here and insult us.”

“And what about her?” cried another Squaller. “How do we know she isn’t working with the Darkling? She helped him destroy Novokribirsk.”

“And she shared his bed!” shouted another.

“Just what is your relationship with Nikolai Lantsov?” demanded a Fabrikator.

“What was your relationship with the Darkling?” came a shrill voice.

“Does it matter?” Alina asked coolly, the growing tension in her demeanour was clearly visible

“Of course it does,” said Sergei. “How can we be sure of your loyalty?”

“You have no right to question her!” shouted one of the Summoners.

“Why?” retorted a Healer. “Because she’s a living Saint?”

“Put her in a chapel where she belongs!” someone yelled.

“Get her and her rabble out of the Little Palace.”

Tolya reached for his sword. Tamar and Sergei both raised their hands. Marie drew her flint and several squaller winds could be felt all around. Anger crept up Anaya until she could no longer contain it

"Enough of this!" her sudden voice echoed throughout the hall, making everyone go silent. "She might be inexperienced and she has only been a Grisha for less than a year but she has been the only one with enough courage to face the Darkling. She did what none of us could, she tried to stand for what was right. I saw it!" She continued. "She attempted to help me escape even though I was nothing more than another Grisha who stood by when that man massacred an entire town. And yes, she might not be the best choice, but she's our only proper choice" her voice boomed through the hall.

Everyone looked at her in awe, surprised by what she'd said. It was the first she'd spoken with such intensity and the first time she'd spoken in this argument at all.

"How do you even know she's truly doing it out of the kindness of her heart? What if she's planning an insurgence with the Darkling and will be sure to feed him our plans?" a Corporalnik beamed with contempt

Anaya narrowed her eyebrows, her eyes brimming with rage. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything a resounding crack shook the room. She looked at the ceiling above her with utter shock. The Grisha screamed and backed away, crowding against the walls. Daylight poured in through a jagged fissure above them. Alina had split the golden dome open like a giant egg.

A deep silence followed as every Grisha turned to Alina in terrified disbelief. 

“You think the Darkling is powerful?” she asked with an icy clarity in her voice. “You have no idea what he is capable of. Only I have seen what he can do. Only I have faced him and lived to tell about it. I don’t care if you think I’m a Saint or a fool or the Darkling’s whore. If you want to remain at the Little Palace, you will follow me. And if you don’t like it, you will be gone by tonight, or I will have you in chains. I am a soldier. I am the Sun Summoner. And I’m the only chance you have.”

She strode across the room and threw open the doors to the Darkling’s chambers.

Anaya still had a stunned look plastered over her face. She knew that the girl wasn't foolish but she'd never anticipated her to do something like that.  She then noticed Zoya hurrying out of the hall, and followed her without giving it a second thought.

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 Anaya noticed Zoya sitting by herself near the banya. She took a deep breath and went nearer with steady steps.

"May I join?" Anaya asked in a soft voice

Zoya turned to look at her, "Sure" she responded, her voice unusually calm

Anaya sat on the wooden bench near her. Silence stirred in the environment until Anaya spoke, "I couldn't believe you stood with Alina" she said

"I could say the same for you" she responded

"Well, back on the fold, I saw what she truly wanted. She even attempted to stop him"

"I knew the girl was capable of more, but I did not anticipate that" a hint of surprise was reflected in Zoya's words

"Yeah, me neither. You should've seen Sergei's face, he appeared as if his eyeballs were going to fall to the ground" Anaya gave a slight grin

"I did, he looked like he was going to bury himself in the ground" 

A short moment of silence followed. "I saw it, her name" Anaya spoke in voice no more than a soft whisper 

Zoya turned her head to meet her gaze, "I know, I went there, to Novokribirsk" she spoke, her voice growing somber. "She saved a boy's life, but couldn't do the same for her own" she looked down at her shoes

Anaya let out a small sigh, "It's maddening how people once standing by your side, can turn against you in such a haste"

"Do you really believe we can defeat him?" Zoya spoke after a shot pause

"I don't know, but I like the idea of trying, better than sitting idle and waiting for our demise. Besides, he has done too much to be forgiven anymore" she closed her eyes, remembering all that man had taken from her

"What did he do to you?" 

"Doesn't matter. What matters is how we're going to pay him back" 

"Yeah"

Both of them sat in silence until Anaya broke it, "Anyways, do you know how I basically split the true sea in half and saved everyone?" she spoke with great enthusiasm

"Really? I don't believe that" Zoya raised an eyebrow

"It's true! You can ask Rabeah or Alina or whoever. I was drowning and then suddenly I swas floating upwards and I raised the waters and the sea split in half and I froze the water beneath my feet and I was literally standing on the centre" she continued, wavering her arms

"Really? that's unbelieve Nasarzareen"

"Nasrazeen!" Anaya responded with exasperation

[baurbiediv]

the group chat chronicles (2)

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a/n: sorry i got a little carried away with this one, it’s kinda long!

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wednesday, july 6th

[10:26 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

let’s tell scary stories

[10:28 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽

nigga what are you?

10

[10:30 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

10 inches deep in yo bitch

[10:31 pm] sunni ☀️😝

LMFAOOOO 💀💀

[10:33 pm] jack 🥹💝

me personally

i’m not taking that

[10:36 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

jack baby

be quiet

they gon get on your ass and i’m not defending you

[10:38 pm] jack 🥹💝

wow

way to defend me y/n 🤨🤨🤨

[10:40 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

i love you stinka

buy me a telfar bag plz?!

[10:42 pm] jack 🥹💝

what size and what color

[10:44 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

medium and baby blue

[10:46 pm] sunni ☀️😝

kick them out bruh

im not tryna see them on no lovey dovey shit

[10:48 pm] jack 🥹💝

— replied to you

ordered

[10:50 pm] jack 🥹💝

— replied to sunni

shut up

we know you miserable

[10:53 pm] sunni ☀️😝

y/n get ya boy

[10:55 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

i have nothing to do w this

[10:56 pm] avatar copelan 💨

fights brewing 😛

[10:58 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

never did i believe the last airbender would be one to instigate a fight

[11:00 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽

well isn’t there a first time for everything

[11:00 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

true

let’s go explore some shit

[11:01 pm] sunni ☀️😝

explore what exactly

[11:02 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

abandoned house

haunted house

abandoned hospital

[11:03 pm] jack 🥹💝

that’s that white people shit

[11:04 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽

i did not expect that

but you got it with the abandoned hospital

[11:06 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

so the haunted house didn’t strike you as odd?

[11:08 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽

no

[11:09 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

…

imma kick you in yo ass bro

[11:10 pm] sunni ☀️😝

🤳🏼🤳🏼🤳🏼

[11:12 pm] avatar copelan 💨

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

[11:13 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

nvm druski

copelan don’t make me get on yo ass

you shouldn’t be talking

i shouldn’t be able to stick a plunger to your head and be able to pull you along with it

[11:15 pm] jack 🥹💝

y/n 😭😭😭😭

[11:16 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

yeah the plunger got it 😭😭😭

[11:17 pm] sunni ☀️😝

y/n gotta be one of the funniest fucking people i’ve ever met 😭

[11:18 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

ABANDONED HOSPITAL

ABANDONED HOSPITAL

ABANDONED HOSPITAL

ABANDONED HOSPITAL

sunni ☀️😝 removed urb 😛🤲🏽 from the conversation.

[11:20 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

HELP MEEEE 😭

add that man boy back, he gon start blowing up everyone’s phone in a minute 

[11:21 pm] jack 🥹💝

fine 🙎🏼‍♂️

jack 🥹💝 added urb 😛🤲🏽 to the conversation.

[11:23 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽

so are we actually doing this abandoned house shit

[11:25 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

yes.

yes we are.

[11:26 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

🧍🏽‍♀️🙎🏽‍♀️

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you, jack, urb, and sunni all got out the car as you stepped down onto the run down road. “now if one of you goofy fuckers trip and fall, im leaving you behind.” you stated as you grabbed the flashlights from the back of jack’s jeep.

jack, urb, and sunni had looked at you as if you’d said something outrageous. “y/n, you cannot be serious.” jack told you, trying to reason with you.

you side eyed him and then closed the trunk. “what you should be worried about is how your car keys ended up in my pocket.” you said as you held them up and watched jack frantically check his pockets.

you snickered as you walked over to him and kissed his cheek before slipping the keys back into his pockets.

pulling away, you turned around and tossed the other flashlights to sunni and urban. “where the hell is druski, cope, and ace?” sunni asked as he leaned up against the car.

both you and jack shrugged before you leaned into jacks side and hugged him tightly.

the night was pretty chilly and jack told you to wear one of his jackets but you insisted that you’d be fine wearing a sweater. but he knew you all too well, so he always kept a few sweaters in his car.

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“y/n your big headed ass doesn’t listen, i’m telling you, you should wear a jacket.” jack told you while getting ready.

you waved him off, “pssh, i’ll be fine, thank you very much!” you said nonchalantly.

jack sat on the bed and just looked at you in disbelief, “ight, so when your ass gets sick, i don’t wanna hear it.” he told you.

“man whatever, i’ll thug it out.” you snickered.

“oh my god baby can you get me some tea please? my throat is hurting really badly. can you also get me a blanket? i’m really cold and i also really need ..” you picked up a pillow and hit him with it as he dramatically fell over.

“first off jack, i don’t sound like that and second of all, do i really act like that?” you genuinely asked, jack huffed into the comforter as he replied with a somewhat incoherent, ‘yes’.

you laughed to yourself and shook your head.

—

you watched as cope’s car pulled up. you were surprised to see clay hop out the car along with druski and cope.

you smiled seeing clay, “now why didn’t y’all tell me y’all were going on a lil adventure!” clay said as he walked up to the rest of you.

“you know i didn’t think you would want to roam around an abandoned hospital.” urban laughed as he dapped up clay.

you all talked for a good minute before all entering the hospital. “i say we live-stream this.” druski said rubbing his hands together like he was up to no good.

“alright now, just so you know, if i hear any type of scream or growl, im booking it out this bitch.” sunni said as he shrugged.

“agreed.” you said as urban looked lost like he’d just seen a ghost, “look we didn’t have to do it, we can go home!” you laughed.

druski pulled his phone out and started live-streaming on instagram. “ight we back with a special ‘coulda been’ records live, we’re streaming live from waverly hills sanatorium.” he said proudly.

“do you have to slap ‘coulda been’ on everything you do?” you asked him. “yes.” he said, but as soon as you asked that, you all heard a scream with heavy footsteps following behind it.

everyone looked at each other as you all stood in fear, “don’t tell me that was a scream.” cope said as he narrowed his eyes at urban as he quickly put his hands up in defense.

then another scream but this time the scream got louder and closer.

you swore that you’d never run faster in your life.

“Y/N WHERE ARE THE KEYS?” jack yelled after you.

“I DON’T KNOW I GAVE YOU THE KEYS WHAT THE FUCK.” you screamed as you made it to the car.

“JACK OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” urban yelled.

“I’M DOING THIS AS FAST AS I CAN.” jack yelled back.

“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WANTED TO DO THIS GOOFY SHIT.” sunni yelled as you all quickly jumped in the car.

“JACK YOU BETTER PULL OFF RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME GOD.” you said while looking around and checking that clay, druski, and cope had safely made it into the car and thank god they did because you wouldn’t believe the sight you were seeing.

a woman dressed in an all white dress with blood and dirt all over it. her hair was covering her face, no visible face features.

“jack drive off.” urban told him.

“if she hops on the hood of this car i’m never taking to you ever again.” you told jack. the woman began began approaching the car slowly but surely she gradually made her way closer and closer to the ground as she began crawling. that’s when jack made the decision to put the cs in reverse and back up as quickly as possible and high tail it away from the hospital.

—

“never again are we ever listening to your crazy ass.” jack said to urban as you all gathered on the couch of you and jack’s house.

“and i would’ve gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you meddling kids!” urban cheesed.

“shut that shit all the way up.”

-

[leegemma]

You're really amazing 💅, I appreciate that I found someone who writes about ZB1 I love them so much) , I'd like to ask for a tickle fic about Lee, Hanbin and Ricky and Ler. Jiwoong and Gyuvin with the prompts 33, 36? Pleaseee ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

kisses 💋

Thank you for your request and compliments, you're so so sweet 🥹. Hope you like this one!

Enjoy:)

33 - “i am not even touching you yet!”

36 - “i didn’t tell you to stop…”

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"Hey hyung, did you have a TV when you were growing up?" Ricky asked Jiwoong all of the sudden.

Ricky, Jiwoong, Gyuvin and Hanbin were sitting together in the dorm's lounge on their day off. Just chatting causally when Ricky suddenly brought up the subject.

"Of course I did Ricky, why would you think I didn't?" Jiwoong hummed. Genuinely curious.

"Because you're so old." Ricky said proudly.

Jiwoong and Gyuvin both stayed in shock as Hanbin started snickering.

"Excuse me?" Jiwoong was fighting back a smile.

"You heard me!" Ricky said bravely.

"Ricky how dare you speak like that to our dear Jiwoong hyung~" Gyuvin shook his head.

"It's true though." Ricky shrugged, his smile only widening when Hanbin laughed along.

"You know what? Take the princess, I'll take the hamster." Jiwoong instructed as he got up and began making his way towards a protesting Hanbin.

"WHAT? What did I ever do!?"

"You're encouraging him, and that's enough for me to tickle the shit out of you." Jiwoong shrugged, climbing up on the younger and managing to pin him down with his arms behind his back.

"We're gonna tickle them?!" Gyuvin asked excitedly, looking down at ricky from his place on his hips.

"NO YOU'RE NOT!" Ricky said, not being able to suppress his laugh at the silly situation.

"See that, hyung? He's still laughing at you." Guuvin shook his head in disapproval.

"Well you better give him something to laugh about..." Jiwoong pointed his finger at Gyuvin, then turned his attention back to the boy under him when he let out a giggle. "not you too!"

"I'm not laughing at you!" Hanbin tried explaining, but the eldest was not having it.

"Not now you're not." Jiwoong announced as he dug into the boy's sides, causing laughter to abrupt from the younger as he tried to squirm away unsuccessfully.

While Jiwoong already started, Gyuvin was only wiggling his fingers above Ricky's face slowly, laughing when Ricky started squirming and laughing himself, closing his eyes so that he won't have to look. “i am not even touching you yet!”

"Buhut youhu will!" Ricky argued back.

"You know me so well, don't you?" Gyuvin rolled his eyes playfully as he began his attack suddenly at Ricky's tummy.

"GYUVIN YOUHURE DEAHAD!" Ricky's special laughter was coming out, causing the two in power to laugh along.

"I look more alive than you." Gyuvin teased.

"He really does. You both look like tomatoes right now." Jiwoong agreed, moving his finger to travel around Hanbin's neck and enjoying to sweet giggles.

"NOHOH" Hanbin was trying to kick his legs out, screaming in horror when Jiwoong turned to grab at his knees to make him stop.

"Yah! Don't kick me." Jiwoong began squeezing just above the leader's knees, making him go balastics.

"NAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAY IHIHM SOHOHORRY!" Hanbin broke.

"Sorry for what? ~" Jiwoong said with a smug tone.

"FOR- FOHOR- HAHAHA! FOR ENCOURAGING RIHICKY" Hanbin finally managed to let out before falling into silent laughter.

"Alright, alright..." Jiwoong laughed as he stopped. "You good?"

Hanbin nodded as residual giggles spilled out of his mouth.

As Gyuvin saw that Jiwoong stopped, he thought it must be the time for him to stop as well. Completely in shock when Ricky opened his mouth to speak just a second after he did stop.

“i didn’t tell you to stop…”

While Gyuvin was frozen, Jiwoong saw how nervous Ricky was getting while waiting for an answer and decided to do something about it. "You heard him! Tickle him more."

And with that, Gyuvin snapped out of his trance at once, beaming as he continued to tickle his best friend all over. "Big, bad Ricky loves tickles!" He said in a sing-song voice.

Around a minute later, Ricky finally broke, yelling out a: "STAHAP!" and being extremely greatful when Gyuvin really did stop.

"Did you two learn your lesson?" Jiwoong asked from his spot cuddled next to Hanbin.

Hanbin and Ricky nodded quickly. They couldn't possibly handle any more tickling, not now at least.

"Alright. You're free to go." Jiwoong dismissed them, but stayed with Hanbin while the 04z walked out together.

"Ricky loves tickles~" Gyuvin whispered in the blond's ear his line from earlier.

"Get back here right now." Ricky warned, wasting now time by chasing after the boy.

He was not going to live this down.

[luxthestrange]

Beastars Incorrect Quotes#36 Losers~

This is a song I feel resonates with...Pretty much Louis, Pina, Bill,Riz, Legos-But imagine singing this to the club members... herbivores and carnivores...

Y/n*After seeing and hearing everyone's pasts...while others were piece of work, You look at your clubmates, You sighs and stand on the stage*...

So things look bad, and your back's against the wall Your whole existence seems fuckin' hopeless You're feelin' filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall and Can't face the world proudly and dopeless~

You've lost your way, ya think your life is wrecked Well, let me just say you're correct~

Louis*Is sitting down, feeling the worst then eyes widen confused at you* Wait, what?

Y/n*Smirking at him taking dancing steps back with a beat In your step,making a "L" with your finger on your forehead and looking at everyone* You're a loser, baby A loser, goddamn, baby You're a fucked up little whiny bitch~

Lous*Offended seeing you dance around him mocking him* Hey!

Y/n*Dancing around Bill now with a smirk* You're a loser, just like me~

Bill*Rolling eyes and gives you the bird* Thanks, asshole

Y/n*Smilling as you twirl Juno and making a "crazy" finger at Riz You're a screws loose Loser An only one-star reviews-er

Y/n*Twerking and laying dramatically in the floor pointing at Pina*You're a power-bottom at rock bottom But you got company~

Drama Club: This supposed to make me/Us feel better?!

Y/n*Looking at your own reflection and thinking about your past of your own past...and traumas* There was a time I thought no one could relate To the gruesome ways in which I'm damaged But lettin' walls down, it can sometimes set you straight! We're all livin' in the same shit-sandwich

Louis*Looking at his own hands at all the damage and hurt he caused others from his less-than-ethical deeds and now people close to him and what he did...just to survive for his father*...I sold my soul to a psychopathic freak -

Y/n*Snickers at that and raises a brow at him, Holding a hand out for him to take to spin him around gleefully and patting his cheek...then rolls eyes* Haha! And you think that makes you unique? Get outta here, man!~ We're both losers, baby We're losers, it's okay to be a~

As everyone stated their own truth about themselves

Y/n*Getting close to Juno with a smile* Baby, that's fine by me~

Juno*Smiles and starts to get into the groove and proudly singing* I'm a loser, honey~ A schmoozer and a dummy But at least I know I'm not alone~

You then finally reach Legoshi and hold your hand out for him to grab...which he does as you pull him into the light

Both of you in harmony: You're a loser, Just like me~

Legoshi*Leans on your back and looks at you affectionately* You're a loser, baby~

Y/n: A loser, but just maybe if we~

Both of you: Eat shit together, things will end up differently

Y/n*Both of you start to dance in each other's arms as you sing to him your feelings* It's time to lose your self-loathin' Excuse yourself, let hope in, baby Play your card, be who you are~

Legoshi*Swinging with you and stepping on beat*OOOoooooh~

Both of you holding each other's hands as you gaze into each other's eyes: A loser, just like meeeee!~

[underground-boss-clay]

<2/14/2024, 11:30> Sorry if this catches you while you're workin', but was wonderin' if ya wanted to do anythin' today. After work a' course, just that Sigmund an' Axyl were gettin' on me bout this.

<2/14/2024, 12:08> Would you believe me if I told you Iris has been getting on me about the same thing this morning?

<2/14/2024, 12:20> Ahaha, oh no-

<2/14/2024, 12:29> Started the moment I went downstairs. "Are you going somewhere with Grandpa Clay?" "What do you mean you didn't talk about it with him yet?" "Go call him about it!!" "Did you call him yet?" "I'll keep messaging you until you call him!"

<2/14/2024, 12:40> Oh speaking of, she just sent me a picture of her pouting with Snickers

["LOOKITHIM.png" sent.]

<2/14/2024, 12:45> Ahaha oh no-

<2/14/2024, 12:51> Lookit him, poor boy got no idea what's goin' on.

<2/14/2024, 13:02> "No thoughts, head empty," I think the kids say.

<2/14/2024, 13:05> Pretty much. But yeah, did ya want to do anythin'?

<2/14/2024, 13:09> Well we can go get dinner somewhere. Probably hard to get a reservation now though...

<2/14/2024, 13:16> Eh I can probably manage somethin'. Ya want anythin' specific?

<2/14/2024, 13:25> Hm... Maybe a Sinnohan restaurant? If there's any good ones here, I know there's one in Humilau but-

<2/14/2024, 13:30> Yeah I know which one ya mean. "Diamond Dinez" or somethin'. Ain't bad but it's... Definitely commercial. Know a smaller one here 'n Driftveil, but the cookin' is better. An' not just sushi either, though it's definitely got that.

<2/14/2024, 13:36> Oh that's good. I'm not against sushi but I was confused why so many places only focus on that.

<2/14/2024, 13:40> Tourism hun.

<2/14/2024, 13:42> Suppose that's true. Well since we have that settled, should I schedule it or you?

<2/14/2024, 13:45> I'll do it. Just let me know when yer off.

<2/14/2024, 13:46> Will do.

<2/14/2024, 13:50> Oh and Clay?

<2/14/2024, 13:53> Happy Valentine's Day. 💜

<2/14/2024, 14:14> ❤️

[melishade]

Number 36!

This ask game

*Snickering* It has. Thanks for sending majority of the asks. Lol.

Let's do Eren having a nightmare in the Dark Timeline.

It's a nightmare that Eren's been having for a while, and not one that he'd like to have. He found himself back on the battlefield that day, the day that Optimus got captured by Shockwave and his Predacon.

He remembered seeing Connie getting ripped apart in front of him as Sasha cried out for her friend. He remembered seeing Optimus getting dragged away in that same manner he had seen in real life, but this time, he managed to pull himself out of Megatron's grip and run to Shockwave. The titans didn't attack him for some reason. He knew they should have, but he didn't know why. But he managed to reach him, he managed to be in range, and for some reason, he managed to speak in his titan form.

"Stop!" Eren screamed at him. He didn't know why he didn't just punch him and use for to get him to stop, "Let him go! Let Optimus go!"

Shockwave didn't respond to him. Didn't even turn to face him. He just kept his attention on the Predacon holding Optimus and crushing him with his claws.

"Please just let him go!" Eren started begging, "I'll do anything! Anything at all! Anything you want! Just let my father go!"

Shockwave still didn't respond, and it caused Eren to grab the large cable that connected the cannon to his back. This time, Shockwave reacted. He used his cannon arm to smack Eren to the floor. Eren felt blood pooling from his head, but he didn't regenerate, no matter how hard he tried.

"You have no logical use for me," Shockwave declared. Eren could hear Megatron calling for him, but the former warlord was too far away, "I have titan shifters in my possession with far more value than you could ever give me. And the Prime is more valuable to me alive than dead. You; however-,"

Eren gasped as the cannon was aimed directly at his face.

"Are more of a nuisance to me if left alive."

Eren screamed himself awake as Shockwave fired at him, waking up Armin and Mikasa in response. The two had quickly rushed to his room, finding their childhood friend taking deep breaths and crying.

"Eren!" Armin called out as he ran inside and put his hands on his shoulders, "Eren, it's just a dream. You're at our house right now. You're okay."

Eren stared at his friend, grounding himself before wiping his own tears. Mikasa returned to his room, giving him a glass of water which he drank in one sitting.

"I'm sorry," Eren apologized, his voice feeling hoarse.

"Eren, you don't have to apologize-!"

"I messed up," Eren proclaimed, "And Connie's dead and Optimus is gone. What good is this power and all that training if I can't use it right?"

"...Eren, you know that we weren't ready for that," Armin retorted, "None of us were. You didn't do anything wrong and you did what you could."

Eren rubbed the back of his head. "I just...I can't lose you guys, or anyone else. You're too important to me, and I just want you to live long lives. But...I don't know if that's possible now."

Mikasa scooted closer to Eren before hugging him outright. Armin immediately followed suit and rubbed his back.

"I still believe that there's a world we don't know about, and as long as I'm still alive, I'm going to fight for it," Armin proclaimed, "And you should too."

"...I'm not like you," Eren confessed, "A month ago, I would have been fine with letting the world burn. Even by my own hands, but now...I just want this nightmare to end. I never wanted this. It's like my own twisted dreams came to life as punishment for my own selfishness."

"But we're working together with one another," Armin retorted as he and Mikasa let Eren go, "Oddly enough, this conflict is what brought the world together. If we continue like this, maybe we can get Optimus back and stop Shockwave."

"...I hope so," Eren said, "Thanks for letting me stay here, and I'm sorry for waking you guys up."

"We're just glad to have you with us," Mikasa declared.

"Yeah." Armin nodded his head in agreement, "Want us to stay with you?"

"Yeah," Eren gave a small smile, "I think that would help."

(Eren decided to move back in with Armin and Mikasa during the Dark Timeline. Anyway, the list is done. Hooray.)

[jessicas-pi]

Here's my fic for day 3 of @sabezraweek: Kiss!

And @belong2human-kind I think you asked me to tag you when this fic was done?

First lines under the cut!

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The creaking and swaying of the ship was enough to make someone sick, but Ezra and Sabine had been out at sea long enough that it barely fazed them. The storm wasn’t especially bad, but it was long, and they’d gathered up all their blankets and made a bit of a nest in one dry, cozy corner of the hold, on top of one of the piles of hay they kept for Jet. Just to… get away for a while. Only the two of them, without all the responsibilities and everything.

The lantern swung from a hook above them, and an abandoned deck of cards was tossed to one side. The warm smell of horses—well, one horse, really—hung in the air, and amid the cracks of thunder and creaks of the boat, the pair could occasionally hear Jet’s uneasy nickers. At the moment, they were reading.

It had all started when Sabine was trying to recall a story from when she first joined the crew. But she couldn’t get the details right, so she went to grab her journal, then decided to grab all three of them, then came back and Ezra got the idea to go get his old notebook, and somehow they ended up with each other’s journals.

Years ago, that would have been unthinkable. Ridiculous. But now, they had become… something more, than what they had been, and with that came an easiness over things like this. And this really was a fun way to unwind after a long day.

“Oh, tides,” Ezra snickered, covering his mouth with a hand. “This one—Pg. 36. On Sirens And Merfolk, Possible Courting Rituals Of: I have no proof, but there’s definitely something going on with Kanan and Hera. She keeps preening and today she gave him a fish. Just handed it to him. Like it was a cup or a pencil. SHE HANDED HIM A LIVE FISH. And then he ate it. Why do I have to be the only normal human on this ship?”

Sabine laughed to herself as she puzzled over his early pages of sloppy handwriting. “Ah, it’s a tale as old as time.”

Silence came again, comfortable silence, as they sat side-by-side, leaning against each other.

“Ooh! Sabine!”

Ezra startled so hard he almost shoved her over.

“What?”

“Here’s one about me! Pg. 39. On Merfolk, The Parental Instincts Of: Kanan adopted the mer-boy who almost got us killed, and honestly? That kid can be enough to make me consider rejoining the Amazons. Ezra is a sweet boy most of the time, but right now I am this close to hitting him over the head with a book.”

[goomysnotebook]

*•.¸♡ ℒ𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒸𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ♡¸.•* (Raihan x !Reader, part 2)

A/N: The part two to the popular Raihan x reader story from the lost wattpad archive that I wrote when I was 14 back in 2020! Enjoy :D

Reader is written as gender neutral and custom to you :)

Words: 1859 ---

“It’s incredible!” The commentator’s voice boomed over the crowd’s cheers. “Goodra managed to fight through the paralysis, landing a critical hit in the process!”

“Lapras, you can do it! Just one last ice-” The young challenger was cut off by the thud of his partner hitting the ground.

The commentator’s voice sounded through the speakers once again, “That’s another incredible win for the Hammerlocke gym leader, Raihan!” The crowds were going even wilder.

The camera zoomed in on Raihan shaking hands with the trainer. Before cutting to the commentator, “That’s it for tonight folks, in just a week the champions cup will take place. So don’t forget to tune in on Friday for the challengers’ last chance to win the dragon badge!”

“That was amazing!” You exclaimed when Raihan came backstage. You’d been sitting there ---together with Lucario--- watching on the small flat screen. “I was on the edge of my seat the entire time.”

Raihan plopped down on a chair close by. taking a big sip from his water bottle ---He was wearing the same jacket that you’d gotten to lend that stormy night. He’d told you to keep it, but you were way to insistent on giving it back---. “That last kid was really strong, smart too-” He said, “-Getting his Weezing to use defog after knocking out both Gigalith and Sandacondra. I actually don’t see too many people doing that.” Raihan looked at you, his voice somehow even friendlier than before, “I tried to not make too much of a mess out there.”

“Thanks, wish the crowd would do the same.” Rolling your eyes combined with a self-deprecating snicker.

Raihan chuckled, “I could ask them to maybe be a bit more considerate on Friday.” Kinda getting lost in your (E/C) eyes for a second. He got a bit sad, the sweet and caring (gender) he’d gotten to know these past two weeks had such a crappy job.

“That’d be pretty nice,” you replied to his comment.

A knock, followed by the sound of Raihan’s manager’s voice was heard coming from the door. Telling him to hurry up!

“Just a second!” He shouted in response. Standing up, he started to make his way towards the door. Your gaze trailing him. Stopping he turned towards you and asked, “You have the day off tomorrow, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, how so?”

Raihan leaned back against the door, “I was wondering if you wanted to maybe go and grab a coffee or something?”

“Sure, why not.”

“Great!” It looked as if a huge weight had been lifted off of his chest. “Cya tomorrow then,” He said before exiting the back door.

You soon did the same. But instead of exiting backstage to get interviewed. You entered the arena to start your shift.

Raihan was leaning by the corner of the battle café. Fidgeting with his rotom phone, looking up regularly to scan the crowds.

His mind was all over the place. Playing out every scenario possible. Why was he this nervous? You were just supposed to meet up and grab a coffee ---as friends--- after all.

Taking a deep breath. He straightened up and scanned the packs of people roaming the streets. Hoping to get a glimpse of you.

“Excuse me. Sorry. Pardon. Can I just…” All things you said while awkwardly zig-zagging your way through Hammerlocke’s crowded sidewalks. Squeezing past locals and tourists alike, ---Lucario following right behind--- you got a tell of the time by glancing at one of the passerby’s phones. 1:36 pm.

“Shit,” You said underneath your breath. Picking up your pace a bit. You were supposed to meet Raihan outside the battle café at 1:30.

Having watched the replays from yesterday’s interviews. You kinda lost track of time; having you run a bit late.

Even with his hood up and sunglasses to cover his face. You could easily see that it was Raihan standing at the edge of the building. He really stuck out like a sore thumb ---even with his plain clothing--- due to his extreme hight. It kinda baffled you that no one seemed to notice the tamer of dragons standing there.

“I’m so sorry, I kinda lost track of time,” you admitted ---being a bit out of breath from running--- when you came up to him.

“Oh, no worries!” He said, “Wanna head inside?” Slightly gesturing towards the door.

You nodded. Raihan following close by as you started to pace towards the opening.

If it had had legs, Raihan’s heart could have outspeed Deoxys at this point. He was forever thankful for the hood and glasses hiding his reddened face as you stood in line waiting for your turn to order.

Get yourself together, Raihan! He thought. Stop being this nervous, nothing bad’s gonna happen. You’re just out with a friend. It’s nothing different from when you’re out with Leon and Sonia. Just-

He got snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of your voice. “Raihan, what did you wanna order?”

“Oh, erm. I’ll take a number three,” he quickly responded.

“What flavor, vanilla, or caramel?” The barista asked.

“Vanilla.”

The barista looked down at the little piece of paper, “So, one number eight; Eiscue-tea, and a number three; Snomspésso ---vanilla flavored?”

“Correct,” You said confirming the order.

Raihan was just about to tick up his credit card when you handed over some pokédollars to the barista.

“I’ll call you up when the orders’ ready.”

“$5 right?” Raihan asked reaching for his wallet.

You put down your mug on the table and said, “Oh don’t worry. It’s on me.”

You were able to see the surprise on his face, ---you were seated in the corner, so he’d taken off the hood and glasses---. He was just about to open his mouth to protest.

But you cut him off before he had the chance to start, “I insist,” you said. Taking a sip of your tea.

“Fine,” he said taking a grip of his coffee mug.

Time really does fly while you’re having fun. Sitting there chatting about everything under the sun with Raihan. Even though you’d only really known each other for a couple of weeks, you were chatting like you’d known each other forever; sharing embarrassing, funny, sad, and scary stories from your childhoods.

Raihan told you about his gym challenge; how it was being the sworn rival to the undefeated champion. How he’d met Duraludon.

It was nice listening to his stories, or more precisely. It was nice listening to him. You could probably sit there for another couple of hours just listening to his voice.

But sadly that wasn’t a possibility. Reminding you that there was a world outside the one created by Raihan’s enchanting voice, was the barista informing you that they were closing soon.

“I could walk you home,” Raihan offered as you made your way out of the building.

“That’d be nice,” you responded, You didn’t really live in the nicest part of town. The higher crime rate also meant cheaper rent, ---you’d move out as soon as you got a higher paying job---. So having the Hammerlocke gym leader walk you home, it made you feel a lot safer.

“Shit, I forgot my glasses at the cafe,” Raihan said. You’d only walked about a block, “Will you wait here?” He asked, “I’ll hurry.”

“Yeah, no worries,” you said with a smiling nod.

“Thanks, I’ll hurry!” He reassured once again. Setting off back to the cafe.

Raihan exited the cafe once more, this time with his sunglasses. Getting closer to the place where he left you.

He was already running before the scream even registered as human.

Rounding the corner, the silhouette of a Grimmsnarl appeared in front of him. Sounds of drunken laughter mixed with your whimpering cries for help. Were all drowned out by the sound of his booming voice, “Let go of them.”

The anger and fear pulsing through his body only grew greater; seeing you on the ground shielding your fainted partner, made him see red. He didn’t need to see the trainer, the Grimmsnarl was all he needed to know who the attacker was, William. Probably to get his revenge --- you did get him fired after all.

“Let go of them!” Raihan demanded once more --Duraludon standing tall next to him.

The man --- who was at least a foot shorter --- almost falling over as he turned around. His speech slurred, “Mind your own god dammed business, buddy,” making eye contact you could easily tell that there was more than just alcohol pulling the strings of his actions.

“Run along before I call the cops,” Raihan said, trying his best to regain his calmness.

William scanned Raihan and Duraludon. His face turning slightly pale. Somewhere in his drunken mind, he knew that he was in trouble. Big trouble. Looking like he was about to say something, William swallowed his words. Eyes shifting down to the ground.

He brought up a pokéball, calling back the Grimmsnarl. William muttered something incomprehensible, shoving his hands in his pockets. Spitting on the ground right in front of Raihan.

Raihan trailed William’s stumbling steps down the block with his gaze. When he was out of sight, Raihan turned back towards you. “We need to get him to a pokécenter, now,” he said looking at Lucario.

Glancing over at the broken pokéball in your hand. Raihan picked up Lucario --- carrying him on his back --- and you swiftly started to make your way towards the pokécenter.

“What happend?” Raihan asked. --- You were sitting, waiting. Lucario had been rushed into the backroom for emergency treatment ---. He took a hold of your hands. Looking up you could see the worry flooding his eyes. “(Y/N), what happend out there?” He asked once again, his voice soft.

All of the fear that you’d been bottling up from tonight’s crazy events just became too much. While trying to speak, everything that came out was a strangled whine. Unable to articulate your thoughts, you just burst into a sob.

Raihan moved his chair a bit closer. The grip of your hands got a bit tighter. “I’m here, don’t worry everything will be fine.” He said.

“He came out of nowhere…” The words only a faint whisper between the tears, “I-I…”

Raihan pulled you closer --- letting you rest your head against his chest. you cried into his shirt. Raihan gave you a big comforting embrace.

“I tried my best-” You managed to choke up, “-but he --- he’s just too strong.”

“Don’t worry,” Raihan said softly, “As long as I’m here, he won’t be able to harm you.” His firm grip around you --- feeling his warmth. It was like that stormy night on the bus, “I promise.”

He let go. Feeling the cold seep in once again made you wanna reach for his arms. He grabbed Lucario’s broken pokéball off of the table. “We’ll get this fixed tomorrow.”

His warm smile said more than a thousand words. If the circumstances had been different you’d wished for this moment to never end.

You leaned back into his arms. Resting his jaw on the top of your head, he whisperd once more, “I promise.”

[iam-back]

Super Mario RPG playthrough diary - 36

So sorry for not updating yesterday - I was just a nervous wreck yesterday! For shiggles I'll be playing with a Pro Controller this time.

Anyway, off to Monstro Town to see the Three Musty Fears!

They tell us to play their spooky scavenger hunt. They've hidden 3 flags across the game's traversable areas. To spare you 5 years of pain, suffering, and possible bloodlust, let me explain to you where they are.

Now to report back to the Musty Fear Bed.

Apparently the Ghost Medal increases the wearer's defense two-fold. What else is new? Ah, the Pipe Vault!

Here's a mole hosting a game of Whack-a-Goomba, turning the tables.

Beat the target scores for some cool rewards, like a Flower Jar at 26 points or more!

After so many Goombas thumped, I got my Flower Jar and therefore wasted way too many coins. I'm back at the Forest Maze to show y'all something:

Well, off to save at the Mario House once again - this is goodbye until tomorrow, where I go through... *snicker* Weapon World.