#R.I.P. PAT STAY

[crossculturalmadness]

Watch "KOTD - Pat Stay - Stay Forever Tribute Video (1986-2022)" on YouTube

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Fault

Anon : The kinda scenario that played out in my head right before I went to sleep, sacrifices were made (R.I.P my sleep sched) but I needed to write this down before I forgot about it (Reader has it hard here).

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Maybe turning your back to Jujutsu Tech and the consequences it held didn't cross your mind. Maybe leaving Satoru behind for Suguru wasn't the best of ideas, not your best ones so to say. Maybe your promise of never abandoning Satoru wasn't the first thing that came to mind when you made your decision, ultimately breaking it and oh how you regret it. How you regret your past decisions. You should've stayed, you should've never left. You should've never left him, regrets slowly fill your head because now, he's finally caught you.

It's the only thought ringing in your head as the panic rises in your throat despite the pain coursing through you. "You should've stayed with him" "You should've never followed Suguru" "WHY DID YOU LEAVE HIM?"

Pain shoots up your abdomen, boot digging harder into your stomach when you pathetically try to push it away, looking up at the ethereal man looking down at you with hatred burning in his cerulean eyes. Oh you could drown in it without a single complain, you grimace when you feel his heel dig deeper, pinning you down. A testament. Don't try anything.

"You look good beneath my feet perhaps you've finally found your place after all that wandering you've done" he smiles. A smile so cold that it sends shivers down your spine despite the hot summer heat. "Satoru, it's good to see you too" you manage out weakly as you struggle to breathe, grabbing onto his ankle. You're not pushing at it like before lest you anger him more but you hold it even so, your last inkling of dignity depended on it.

"Don't. Don't call me that, you don't have the right. Not anymore" Satoru states coldly, he's not digging his boot down on you like before but he holds it there, enough to feel and just enough to hurt. "Did you also tell that to dear ol' Suguru, Satoru?" you force a smile through gritted teeth, your heart nearly thumping out your chest when you notice a vein ticking in his forehead.

"Shut your mouth"

"Oh but I-" he slams his foot down on your stomach. Violence. This is the first time Satoru's ever shown any violence towards you. The pure unadulterated violence targeted at your gut that leaves you breathless, your mind blinking red from the pain as black spots cover your vision. "Don't test me, darlin' because I'm not afraid to snap your neck right now" you should be scared, terribly so but oh the nickname, it still makes your heart flutter like it did in the past- he still hasn't dropped it even after all these years.

"Is that what you told Suguru when you killed him too?" You slur out because defeated or not, your pride still held on strong and you weren't go- Satoru raises his hand and before you know it, he lifts his foot off of you and grabs you by the neck, lifting you up in the air before slamming you down on the ground again. Hard, maybe it's time you rethink your life choices afterall. Air escapes your lungs, an incessant buzz ringing in your ear as you struggle to focus on the hand choking you down, instinctively grabbing onto it and digging your nails into it so hard that you could feel the small droplets of blood you drew out wetting your fingertips.

Satoru ignores your attempt to stop him, pulling you up to his eye-level "You don't seem to understand the danger you're in. I'm not playing around anymore, darlin'. It's time I finish what I started years ago" he tightens his hold, squeezing your eyes shut as you dig your nails impossibly harder. A dark smile slowly spreads across his face as he watches you gasp for air. "Did you really think you could leave me and get away with it?" Pathetic. It's all so pathetic, you're so pathetic, all that flailing and running for nothing. Satoru laughs, you flinch at the sound, as he watches your pathetic attempt at injuring him, you can't hurt him, the small bleeding cuts doesn't deter him...but it's cute that you tried.

He cups your cheek with his free hand, brushing his thumb over it ever so gently "Aww, did you just flinch? You used to love my laughter though, remember?" He coos and right he was, how could you ever forget his laughter? You loved it, you still do even when he's man-handling you with your life on the line. You flinched because you still love the sound, you're still in love with Satoru- or the memory of him, you're not sure anymore.

"You've changed" you cough out, throat sore and raspy, letting your hands fall weakly to your side as you defeatedly drop your gaze downwards, completely missing the way his expression darkens. Letting go of your cheek, he lifts your chin up to meet his eyes, cerulean eyes staring right into yours "It's been 10 years, people change. Maybe you should've thought on this before you turned your back to me, you've made a grave mistake, darlin' and you need to pay the price" he whispers, forcing you forward to lean his forehead against yours.

"Just so you know, you've changed for the worse" you whisper back, fear tingling in you when the hold on your throat tightens ever so slightly. "Maybe I have, maybe I haven't. Haven't I mentioned it already? Everyone changes" he hums light-heartedly with his eyes closed, resembling a happy child reminiscing the past- oh the urge to punch his face black and blue.

"But you" he starts, looking at you again. "You haven't changed at all, you're just as beautiful as I remember. Just as beautiful as before" he leans in. One beat. Two beat. "And that pisses me off" a whisper.

"I miss the old you" you rasp out, earning you a smirk as he let's go of your chin. "You really think I give a damn about your opinion?" Before you know it, he slams his forehead against yours, letting go of his hold on your neck just to watch you dazedly flop back on the floor. He really can't give you a break, can he?

"You really think I care about what you say anymore?" Satoru grabs your wrists, pinning it above your head with one hand, using the other to force your cheeks together and roughly make you face him "You stole my heart and ran away with it once in the past" he leans in, breathe ghosting your ear as you groan softly at the dull ache in the back of your skull, the black splotches insistently blurring your sight. He pulls back, smiling down at you with a lopsided grin as he gets ontop of you, straddling your waist "I guess the only way to get back at you is to steal something equally important"

Your eyes immediately widens, mind suddenly clearing up and going into overdrive. Nonononononono, you loved him but not yet, not now, not like thi- his lips presses against yours. Tongue gently brushing against your lips, asking for entry, his last mercy. You don't comply, choosing to purse your lips shut instead, earning you a dissatisfied grunt. His fingers squeezes your cheeks impossibly harder but before he could slip his tongue in, you bite down on his bottom lip. Hard. Hard enough to tear the skin off, albeit shallow and draw blood.

Satoru pulls back with a smirk, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying this, the growing bulge pressing against your stomach was proof enough to alert even you. Letting go of your cheek, he runs the tip of his thumb across his bottom lip, pooling his blood just enough to gingerly swipe it against your lips to turn it a light red with a grin- you don't struggle, more like you can't because when he squeezes your wrist hard enough to bruise, you sure as hell aren't gonna take your chances. Pride and dignity be damned.

"You never liked to make it easy for me, never have. Guess that part of you haven't changed either" he mutters, forcing his thumb past your lips and pressing it flat against your tongue. "Suck" it's an order, a command that you're forced to follow so you comply, closing your lips against his thumb and carefully licking it clean, thickly swallowing the gag reflex forcing itself out at the metallic taste of blood coating your mouth. He soon let's out a satisfied hum, pulling his thumb out with a small pop! Slowly dragging it down your jaw, leaving behind a wet trail of your saliva. Down, down to your pulse point, your jugular, a quick swipe at your collarbone before he stops at the first button on your shirt with a widening grin.

"Satoru, pleas-" you start but he cuts you off, thumb pressing roughly above your rib cage. "It's too late for apologies darlin'. Far too late" he slides his thumb down, pop! The button easily giving way to the force he's using to slice through your flimsy button-up shirt. "You did this to yourself, it's all your fault" he hums, pulling your shirt open when he pops the last button off. The dull ache in your stomach from where he kicked you slowly fades as dread fills its place when you feel him roll his hips against you.

"You were mine once, that's never gonna change and this time I'll make sure of it"

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Didn't have enough time to write the smut. Will probably work on it later...or maybe not :>

[just-lythecreator]

Rest in Peace, [no name]

I haven’t say much about irl things in a while bc things been messy

But about a month or two ago, this kitty keep appearing in front of my house. It’s a stray or possibly an outdoor cat that they don’t put a collar on. It’s very friendly kitty, very easy with people and affectionate. Well, it’s start to get very attached to me for some reason. Come to me, circling my legs, jump to get my hand on it’s head for pats, try to get into my house and all. My friends said I got chosen by the cat, but due to things back home, I can’t keep it. Especially I’m going to university soon. So most of the time that is not working, I just stay in front of my house and pat with the cat. I found that the whole neighborhood, especially my neighbor take the cat in like my family did. It’s just happen to like me a lot. Walk back home from work, I saw it run to me and circling next to my legs. She’s a good kitty, I just don’t know what to name her. I pretty much been happen being outside for once just to play with her.

I just came back home with a horrible news, the kitty was ran by a car. My neighbor saw it coming to my house and got hit. They try to take her to doctor but she stubbornly try to walk to my house and passed away near my neighbor’s house. I was not there when this happen, I was working. It’s been two days since it happen and my neighbor have no idea how to break the news to me till they told my mom few hours ago, as I was working.

I just found out an hour ago.

I know she is not mine, but I’m very heartbroken. It’s hit me very heart. Especially know she try to come to my house even got hit by the car.

Hope I see you in different form and stay together longer this time.

R.I.P, my dear.

[dstrachan]

'VIEWS FROM THE EDGE' - w/c 26th February 2024

Mango In Euphoria ‘Can’t Be Cured’

Glider ‘R.I.P.’

Rogue Traders ‘Watching You’

The Luddite Collective ‘Refuse Rise Up Resist (feat. Angry Angel)’

Charley Crockett ‘The Man From Waco’

Sham 69 ‘Hurry Up Harry’

Bikini Kill ‘Anti Pleasure Dissertation’

The Mountain ‘Lucky Lady’

Eddie Robbins Band ‘Shoshone’

Kingfisher Blue ‘The Battle Of Orgreave’

Tomoyasu Hotei ‘Battle Without Honour Or Humanity’

House Gospel Choir ‘Battle’

Led Zeppelin ‘The Battle of Evermore’

David Bowie ‘Battle For Britain’

Pat Benatar ‘Love Is A Battlefield’

Sinead O’Connor ‘Make Me A Channel Of Your Peace’

Sade ‘Why Can’t We Live Together’

John Lennon & Yoko Ono ‘Give Peace A Chance’

Gov't Mule ‘Peace I Need’

Atomic ‘Nowhere To Run’

Le Woodsmen ‘Keep On Running’

Al Green ‘Let’s Stay Together’

Betty Wright ‘Clean Up Woman’

JOANovARC ‘Peace Of Mind’

Eagles ‘Peaceful Easy Feeling’

Georgie Fame ‘Peaceful’

The Doors ‘Peace Frog’

Colonel Mustard & the Dijon 5 ‘Peace Love & Mustard’

[hiphopheadspodcast]

R.I.P. PAT STAY

Man, it’s with great sadness that I announce the death of Pat Stay. The other day he dropped a diss track baiting The Game to battle. I put Bonafide and The Supervisor on to Pat via the diss and they started diving in to his battles. No more than 24 hours after that Pat was gone. When the news broke, I honestly didnt believe it. I truly thought it was a rues, an attempt to bait The Game or a Game…

[mystiq-u]

Dating Gojo

Warnings: none!

Genre: Fluff

Note: I've done Gojo Headcannons before but those were character headcannons. I'm doing Gojo dating headcannons now! Enjoy reading.

To be frank, he never thought he'd fall in love. Till one day he just... Did.

He became extremely clingy after you started dating. Not because he was insecure but because he knew how quickly one can lose someone and wanted to spend as much time as possible with you.

If you don't like talking very much, leave it all to him.

Wherever he goes, he brings you back souvenirs.

He likes to sing to you and sing with you.

Sometimes he sings in a weird falsetto pitch to make you laugh. He says it makes him sound like Ariana Grande and surprisingly he's not that off.

His love language is annoying the heck outta you and spending quality time together. Just like a cat.

He knows you love his eyes so he rarely wears his blindfold around you. You never ask him to do that, knowing the importance of the blindfold but he does it all on his own.

He loves to hug you from the back.

He is not a morning person and wouldn't let you get out of bed in the morning either.

He keeps spoiling movies for you. You hate him for it. He doesn't care. It's all good.

When he's in a bad mood, he lies down on your lap with his eyes closed.

He loves playing board games with you.

He loves buying things for you.

He likes watching romantic comedies with you but Howl's moving castle is his all-time favourite to watch with you.

He gets very jealous when others try to get closer to you and he doesn't hesitate in showing it.

He kisses your neck and fingers when he's jealous. That's how he shows it.

His ideal date would be a karaoke night followed by dinner and ice cream.

One time he tried cooking for you. Let's just say it was a bad day for the cooking pan. (R.I.P pan...)

He got you a bird plush once and then took it to his place. It was supposed to be yours.

When asked about it, he said- "Hey, your happiness is my happiness and your sorrow is my sorrow. It's not your plush, it's ours."

You got him a cologne you liked the smell of once. He wears it every day now. To work, on dates, to get groceries, etc.

This man LOVES matching with you. It could be matching bracelets, matching clothes, matching watches or anything and he'd melt.

He gives you a deep and loving kiss every time before he leaves for a mission.

You know everything about him. His past included. He still doesn't like talking about it because it brings back bittersweet memories.

Arguments with him are never too bad because no matter what he says, you know he loves you.

Top tier cuddler.

He can be both big spoon and little spoon when cuddling.

He loves it when you touch his head. Be it to pat him, to ruffle his hair or when you try to fix it.

(a/n): These were some of the things that come to mind when I think of Gojo. Hope you liked these.

Thank you for reading.

Likes and reposts are much appreciated.

See you soon and till then, stay safe!

[lexacoolfox]

could i request tanjiro, obanai or giyuu you choose, with a s/o like kirumi please :D

Tanjiro, Obanai, and Giyuu with an S/O like kirumi

Now you were a other demon slayer he meet along the way, you were quite and always had a plain expression on. But you were kind and really nice to talk to. You were often sent on missions and you always completed them perfectly hardly ever problems with completing them.

You were really close to hashira level.

Tanjiro really admired your skill and strength.

Now when you weren’t doing demon slayer businesses, you go to your home and be a maid.

One time you and tanjiro also his friends were staying at somebody house like the wisteria house, a house that helps demon slayers. During the day you helped around the house, even though the house owner offered for you to relax you would refuse

You also tend to the trio if they request for you. Nezuko couldn’t request for you so she would find you. Since she has a muzzle on you assumed it would be hard for you to understand her. But she never really asked for anything complicated. You could actually understand what she wants or needs very easily.

You would clean and cook. You also did it all perfectly. The house was basically sparkling and the food you cooked tasted heavenly. You also gave the trio plus nezuko the best comfort possible. Like you made their futons the most comfortable thing to lay on. You cleaned up after inosuke, you had tissues for zenitsu ready, you also give nezuko head pats, you also encourage tanjiro and tell him how much you admire his determination.

“That determination you have tanjiro, that’s going carry you a long way. I don’t believe it’s just strength and endurance to do something great as a demon slayer, I also believe it’s soul and heart. Remember I am supporting you.”

When you told him that and he looked at you he thought you were the most beautiful person in the world, the moon light practically added a light that made you look heavenly.

He would ask things for you more often

He would ask if you would take a walk with him cause he doesn’t want to be alone, take a look at the flowers, or if you could teach him how to cook. You always did them without fail. During a walk he would strike up conversation, looking at flowers he would say something smart like

“Out of all the flowers in the garden…I think your the prettiest flower of all.”

This would cause you to lightly smile. Which he loved, you always had such a neutral expression on.

When you teach him how to cook, he likes how precise you are with mixing, adding, measuring, etc. you just do everything so perfectly. Even to the tiniest detail.

He confessed, when you made him a dessert after Rengoku’s death (R.I.P. Rengoku❤️‍🔥) and comforted him the best you can. Cause you truly felt such sadness for Rengoku death. But you wanted to be strong for tanjiro.

He realized because of the event. that any day he could die or you could die. He didn’t want either those to happen, but he especially didn’t want it to happen before he could tell you how he felt.

So he told everything he felt and confessed how much he loves you and everything you do.

You actually accepted his feelings. He was so happy, he swore to protect you till his dying breath.

You have known Tomioka since he became a pillar, you were a hashira before he was.

When he had a first mission as a hashira you joined him. You got to see him in action, and you were impressed by his skill.

His estate was still in the process of being build so you allowed him to stay at yours. There he got to see how well you took of it. At night you were a perfect demon slayer and during the day the perfect maid.

The food you made was perfect, the house was cleaned to perfection, everything was just perfect.

Tomioka did appreciate when you would ask if he needed anything. You also told him if he needs you to just ask, and you’ll do your best to complete the tasks

When you were finished with you daily task he asked you if you wanted to play shogi (Japanese version of chess) to which you agree. He actually won a couple of times to which you congratulate him, telling him how smart he is.

You two got close after that often playing shogi together or doing missions together. You also got food to eat together sometimes. You and giyuu got along cause how similar you two are.

You both are very quite and not ones to show emotions very often. But for some reason you got along with most of the other hashira just fine.

Sometimes giyuu doesn’t want to be alone and since he’s really comfortable around you he would stop by your place.

But he didn’t want to come off as he just wanted to hanging out with you cause he’s lonely, he would come up with an excuse like

‘I was around and thought I’d say hi.’

‘I couldn’t find anybody else to play shogi with.’

‘Can you get me more that tea you always make?’

You acted as if you didn’t know the real reason he was there but you didn’t mind. You found it kinda cute.

Now he was the one to confess but it happened on a mission.

While you two went on a mission together, he was hit with a demon blood art. And he was acting not like himself at all after you killed the demon.

He had a flushed face and a dumb smile on.

“Hey y/n.”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“What?!”

Then he passed out and you carried him back to your place.

When he awoke he was in a unfamiliar bed. You came in and asked if he was feeling alright. He said he felt fine. You gave him some tea and a bit of food. But then you asked him a question

“Tomioka, do you…love me?”

That caused him to choke on his tea!

“Last night on our mission, before you passed out you said you loved me. I was just wondering if that’s true.”

“…yes it’s true…I love you.”

“Well…then you should know. I love you too.”

Giyu was so happy that he let out a little smile and you both became a couple.

Giyu was so happy to have somebody special in his life again. he swore to himself to protect you at all cost.

Obanai met you at a café in a town near headquarters.

Your family ran a café and you worked their and you were the perfect server. Being able to complete difficult and detailed drinks, I’m just a few minutes. Able to carry multiple things at once. You were also made the place spotless

Mitsuri invited all the pillars, to come to the café her treat.

When you came up to take their orders, they all order huge amounts of food, while they Obanai didn’t order anything cause he didn’t want to show his mouth.

They were impressed when about 5 minutes later you brought back the food they ordered. They all ate and chatted. Eventually it was time for them to go.

You stopped Obanai on the way out. You handed him a small batch of cookies you had just made.

“I saw you looking at our cookies so i thought I give you some to go since you didn’t eat anything. I hope you enjoy them. Please come Back again.”

Obanai was kinda shocked but then felt a warm bubbly feeling inside him as he walked back to his estate. When he tried your cookies he couldn’t help but smile. They tasted delicious!

He would always visit the café before and after a mission. He would always ask for something to go and you would always give it to him. You also always quickly say a quick prayer of safety for him.

Sometimes if he’s there and doesn’t go on a mission and it’s not to busy in the café. You two would normally have a nice chat and get to know each other.

One night as he was passing by he saw a demon about to enter the café until you came out and sliced it neck with a sword.

Your father was actually a retired demon slayer. Just a couple of years before your family opened the café your father taught you how to fight with a sword to protect yourself and maybe others.

Obanai knew he was falling for you hard. He knew it and hated it cause he thought it might get in the way of his work. He also didn’t know if you felt the same way. So for a long time he just kept his feeling hidden.

Until one day he came into the café completely empty just you, pretty bloody and bruised. You quickly take him into the lounge where you take your breaks. You started working on stopping the bleeding. He was already passed out to the due of blood lose.

You did actually a swell job. Nice stitching, bandages were probably put on. The wounds didn’t have any infections. He would be just fine. You saw a crow and it was a crow from the demon slayer corps. You informed them about Obanai’s where about and conditions.

Later he woke up and thanked you for patching him up. You gave him some tea and food so he could recover. He for once took of his bandages. You got to see his mouth and you weren’t at all disgusted or disturbed. You didn’t mind his mouth at all.

As he was eating he looked really conflicted about something

“Iguro what’s wrong?”

“Um…ok so I want to tell you something and I want you to answer completely honestly.”

“Ok.”

“L/n I love you!”

“You love me?”

“Yes. You are always so kind to me giving me desserts, talking with me, and always wishing me safety on my journeys. You make me feel comfortable. Your also probably the first person I’ve shown my face to, yet you aren’t treating me differently. So yes I love you.”

“Iguro if we are both being honest here. I love you too. I’ve enjoyed every single conversation we had. I’m glad that you loved those treats I made. I feel so much joy when you come back from your missions alive.”

You kisses him and the scar to show how much you love him. Obanai now visit almost everyday. You always pull him into the back to quickly kiss him and you may or may not give him desserts that you made just for him. You also made little treats that are safe for his snake. You both always visit each other when your free and cuddle, while saying compliments to each other. Sometimes even falling asleep.

[loversdelusion]

Days Scattered

Deacon St. John x St. John!Reader

Part 2 of 3

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Deacon spent the next day orchestrating a plan of rescue, much to his own dismay, Rikki convinced him that he couldn't go in blindly shooting or both of them might not come back, Deacon was deep in thought, his mind constantly racing over what was happening to you.

(Y/n) groaned in pain, her head and wrists were aching, she didn't know why they were aching but she got her answer when she opened her eyes to her wrists being strung up to two thick branches, she was in a candlelit room, words were crudely written on the wall in blood, sharp dead branches littered the room, she assumed it was the Ripper's definition of decoration.

"Shit.." She rolled her head, doing her best to stretch her neck muscles, (Y/n) lazily tugged against the bindings, seeing how secure they were, seeing they were tied pretty firmly against her, she still kept tugging, despite the burning sensation of the ropes digging into her wrists "Dammit!" She exclaimed in frustration, sighing heavily as nothing was happening.

The sound of approaching footsteps sent her alertness to 11, her eyes darting to the door across from her, the door slowly opened, it's hinges creaking steadily, a Ripper was in the doorway, this one seemed different than the others, held a more powerful aura. "Carlos.." She said, weakly as she came to the realization of who this was, Carlos let out a small smirk "Mongrel Princess, when the group I sent out told me they were successful in catching a Mongrel, I never expected it to be you.." Carlos took slow but calculated steps to where she was bound.

Carlos stood two steps in front of her "Oh my, should've told them to be gentle, I would have if I knew I was dealing with precious cargo" Carlos leaned closer, (Y/n) could see his numerous cuts more clearly, she leaned back as far as she could.

"The little St. John" Carlos declared, almost proudly, (Y/n)'s gaze hardened, she looked to be thinking hard, her face contorted into a look of shock "Jessie.." She muttered quietly, Carlos barely picked it up "Jessie Willamson.." Carlos pulled away, sighing lowly "That is not my name, not anymore, I soon won't have a name at all, we renounce our names to rid of our pain" he stated "As do all Ripper's".

"Deacon had a hand in torching your Mongrel tattoo off after you murdered someone in the MC over drugs..I was there, I watched them drag you into the old safehouse, Deacon told me to stay in Jack's car and to turn on the radio while they dealt with you" (Y/n)'s gaze darted at Carlos. "I came out of the car after awhile, Deacon came out of the safehouse and from the second he opened the door, I smelled burnt flesh and I saw your body on the table, bloody and torched, thought you were dead but guess I was wrong" Carlos let out a breathless chuckle. "I have found the path, and soon you, your brother and Boozer..will be forcefully put on the path, as for you..you will be my wife" Carlos sneered, leaning closer to her, she could almost feel his breath on her face "Fuck off, I'm not marrying you" she replied, kicking him in the thigh, Carlos let out a low growl "But first, you must be cleansed" Carlos eyed her left arm which was covered by her shirt, he looked away and down next to her, he picked up a blowtorch.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened at what he was about to do "You touch me with that and I will shove that so far up your ass, you'll turn into a dragon" she tensed against the binds as he lit the torch, it's ominous blue glow lighting the small distance between Carlos and (Y/n)'s facial features. "Princess, you must be cleansed as I have" Carlos held a dangerous look in his eyes, he grabbed a knife, cutting through her shirt's sleeve with ease, he ripped it off once the fabric was thin enough, he exposed her inked skin to his insane stare, (Y/n)'s arm was tattooed with a whole sleeve that reached from her shoulder and down to the back of her hand "My, my..your whole arm is tainted, that's not good" he tutted, bringing the torch back up again.

Sweat was rolling down her face in beads, her chest heaving heavily, Carlos brought the blowtorch closer to her arm, she began to feel the white hot heat of it, nearing closer and closer with every second "You'll pay for what Deacon did" Carlos muttered lowly, (Y/n)'s whole body jolted and tensed at the feeling of the hot flame torching her tattoo off, she screamed, gritting her teeth together tightly, tears welled up in her pained (e/c) eyes.

Carlos brought the torch away, admiring the small patch of melted skin on her shoulder, the smell of burned skin wafted in the air, (Y/n) almost gagged at the scent, Carlos said nothing as he brought the torch back to her skin, burning another patch of her tattoo off, she yelped, thrashing wildly against the ropes, trying desperately to back away from the crazed Ripper, the pain was unbearable and she begged to God that she would black out already. Her head lulled forward, the pain from being tortured mentally and physically exhausted her "No, no, Princess, you stay with me" Carlos patted at her tear-stained cheek, Carlos roughly gripped at her chin, pulling her face to look at her arm.

(Y/n)'s jaw clenched at the sight, more hot tears trailing down her face, it was burned up to the middle of her bicep, words refused to be spoken at the sight of her arm, the top layer of her skin was completely gone, she could just see black charred, bloodied patches of the tissue underneath, it was a stark difference compared to the rest of her untouched arm "Don't worry, Princess..I'll cherish you regardless" Carlos was pressing his face into her hair, inhaling heavily at her scent, but she ignored it, too traumatized at her injury to fight back anymore.

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Deacon made it into the Ripper's camp, Boozer right behind him on his bike "You remember the plan?" Deacon spoke in a loud voice over the roar of the engine "Yeah, blow the dam, drown the rats, kill Carlos and save (Y/n)" Boozer replied, Deacon didn't acknowledge it, keeping his attention forward on the road. They approached the dam "You know how to do this, right?" Deacon asked, raising a dark brow at the one handed man beside him, Boozer shook his head with a chuckle "Easy as riding a bike" Deacon rolled his eyes "Are you sure? I mean, I know how to do this, I was in the army for God's sake" Boozer shook his head again "I got this, brother, just watch my back".

Deacon guarded Boozer as best as he could, keeping the Ripper's that attacked off of him, Boozer was on the last charge "You sure this is gonna work?" Boozer asked over the walkie talkie "You doubting my plan?" Deacon replied, a teasing lilt in his voice "It's..it's a lot of water, it'll get 'em" Deacon said "If you believe it, I will too" Boozer said, a few seconds later. Boozer approached the last detonation site, Deacon sniping the Ripper's that attacked with ease "How's it going, Boozeman?" Deacon asked, a wary tone in his voice "Hey, it's not easy with one hand" Boozer replied "Just hurry it up" Boozer rolled his eyes "I got it!" Boozer started into a dead sprint, trying to put as much distance as possible between him and the dam "Get the hell out of there, Boozer!" Deacon yelled, waiting for his friend to catch up.

The explosives went off, sending a shockwave and tremors through the surrounding area, the blast knocked Deacon and Boozer on their asses "Christ!" Deacon shouted as he covered his face to protect it from the brief blast of heat, the area darkened as the light from the bomb died down, Deacon and Boozer let out a laugh "Fucking hell" Boozer exclaimed as he sat up, Deacon helping him to a stand. They looked at what was left of the blast, tons of water was still rushing through, big chunks of debris was being swept towards the campsite "Lets get going" Deacon nudged Boozer's arm, both of them setting off into a jog.

-

Carlos left (Y/n) alone for a bit, saying something about Deacon and Boozer needing to be here to change too, her head was hanging, exhaustion taking its hold on the beaten and battered girl, the sound of the door opening was heard but she paid no mind to it, lighter footsteps approached her, she still ignored them. "Hey.." it was a girl's voice, (Y/n) weakly lifted her head, her bloodshot eyes met the worried ones of Lisa, a girl her brother saved a while back "Lisa..?" Her voice was weak, barely there, Lisa was bald, cuts littered her body, the signature 'R.I.P' symbol carved into her forehead. "That's not my name.." Lisa grabbed a knife nearby, gingerly grabbing hold of the uninjured part of her arm "Ripper's are cleansed of their pain, and made into a new person once they completely abandon their name..and I have" she cut the rope and (Y/n)'s arm limply fell to her side, a sharp jolt of pain shot through her body as her shoulder muscles stretched, pulling at her healthy and injured skin, she yelped, hissing at the sensation, Lisa cut the other rope.

(Y/n) was unprepared to hold her full weight, she collapsed into Lisa, who barely caught the older woman "I-..I can't" (Y/n) whispered weakly, Lisa helped her stand fully "Yes, you can" she quietly said words of encouragement "Your brother might be here, the dam was blown, the camp is flooded" hearing the mention of Deacon lit a small fire of hope for her. "C'mon, I know a way out but you need to walk" Lisa held her at arms length again, (Y/n) grunted in pain at the bruising on her legs, she closed her and sighed heavily, willing the pain away "I'm right behind you.." She said quietly, crouching low behind her as she walked out of the room "I'll meet you outside" Lisa said in a rushed whisper, walking ahead of her.

(Y/n) eyed the room she was in now and if she wS being honest at all, she felt a lot safer in the room she was being held in, (Y/n) carefully stalked towards the Ripper slashing up a survivor, who looked nearly dead, she grabbed the Ripper, wrapping her hand tightly over his mouth and slicing his neck open with the knife Lisa left her, she helped the body quietly fall to the ground "So, you wanna find the Path, huh? Let me help you, motherfuckers" she said through gritted teeth, wiping the blood on the knife against her pant leg.

She cleared the whole room, silently mourning the losses of the survivors that she couldn't save, she opened a set of double doors, it opened to a skywalk, she walked into another set of double doors but they were already open, it had a small staircase inside that led into another room. This one had a group of Ripper's in it "There's too many" she said under her breath, she carefully walked towards the door instead, hoping they wouldn't see her, she sighed in relief at breathing in fresher air than what was inside.

-

Deacon and Boozer fought their way into the lodge, killing every Ripper and Freak they saw "What if she's not here?" Deacon rose an irritated brow at Boozer "Like not at the lodge but somewhere else in their territory" Deacon's stare left the one handed man "We look for her, and I don't care if we have to kill every single one of them to do that, they're all fucking dying tonight anyway" Deacon grumbled, venom in his tone.

-

(Y/n) panted, having escaped the area where she was held, she was too scared and exhausted to go look for her little bit of things, she was grateful that she decided to pack light today, bringing merely a boot knife and handgun, her jacket she could part without, again she packed light to just go out on a bounty run, not to get attacked by Ripper's.

She ran through the fields, trying her best to remember which way the lodge was, she prayed to whatever was left out there that Deek would find her or she would find him, she could hear the shouts and yells of the Ripper's, finally discovering that she escaped, this only fueled her adrenaline, running even faster.

She wasn't completely aware of her surroundings, not realizing she was crossing a road or that a Ripper was on patrol there, but the Ripper was aware of her, the female Ripper lunged at her, successfully knocking her to the ground, (Y/n) yelped in pain as she landed on her injured arm, she scrambled to her feet as fast as she could, realizing she was in danger "Where you off to in such a hurry, little girl?" The Ripper rasped, a sickening smirk on her face, (Y/n) growled, clutching her knife as tightly as possible, the Ripper was armed with a club, nails embedded at the tip of it.

(Y/n) sliced through the air, the blade connected with nothing, the Ripper laughed wildly as she swung the club around, (Y/n) narrowly dodging every swing, (Y/n) swung again, the blade cut into the Ripper's skin, the Ripper kicked at (Y/n)'s hand that held the knife, successfully knocking it out of her hand, (Y/n) cried out at the pain, she was now left defenseless, the Ripper still having her weapon. The Ripper swung once more, this time (Y/n) ducked low, the attack barely missing her head, she could feel the swing send a gush of air across the top of her head, (Y/n) saw an opportunity of attack and she took it.

(Y/n) kicked the Ripper in the kneecap, the Ripper's knee easily snapping backwards at the force of her kick, the Ripper doubled over, screaming in pain at her broken leg, (Y/n) hastily came to a stand, glaring down at the Ripper who tried her best to still grab her, she eyed the leg, cringing as she saw the bone protruding through the skin. "Guess eating shit and dirt all day didn't do you any good" the Ripper growled "You little bitch!" (Y/n) took two steps toward her, standing directly above her head "Get low, bitch" (Y/n) said as she stomped hard on the Ripper's head, a chill creeped up her spine at hearing the sickening crack of the Ripper's skull caving in.

(Y/n) kept going, she could see the lodge across the field she was in, the dam was indeed blown up, the damage from the water was strong but they deserved it, they all did, she trudged on, despite her legs protesting. She paused in her steps as she heard a light staticy noise- like from a radio, she scrambled to find it instantly, scrounging around through all the debris and looking around in the vehicles, she found the source of the noise, it was a walkie talkie, she grabbed it and immediately held down the talk button. "Deacon St. John, come back" she said, her voice nearly wavering, nothing yet "Boozer, Deacon, come in" she said again, more static reached her eyes, she sighed heavily, wanting to hit something but she held back "Deek, please come in" she begged, stray tears trailing down her dirt and blood covered skin.

-

Deacon cut through the last Ripper standing between him and Carlos, they went inside the lodge, both sighing in frustration at the lack of stairs "You're never gonna make it up there" Deacon grumbled, Boozer kicked a pillar that was next to him "Yeah, I know, I'll boost you up though, throw in an extra hit for me, will ya?" Boozer got into position to boost Deacon up to the second floor. "-con St. John, come back" Boozer and Deacon froze at the sudden voice blaring through Deacon's walkie talkie.

"Boozer, -eacon, come in" the signal was cutting up badly "Deek, please come in.." The voice came through loud and clear that time, Deacon gripped the device and pressed the button "(Y/n)?! (Y/n), is that you?" He released, white noise filled the air for what felt like forever. "Deacon..?" Her voice was low, Deacon felt like he could burst into tears "(Y/n), it's me..I'm here" Deacon replied, he could hear her sniffle, he could tell she was crying. "Deek, I wanna go home.." She sounded so weak, Deacon swore he'd kill everything here for making her like that "Wh-where are you?" Deacon asked, brows furrowed with worry.

"I made it out of where they were keeping me, I'm outside, on a road" Deacon nodded "Okay, just uh, come to the lodge, and be careful" Deacon pleaded "What are you going to do?" Her voice replied, Deacon's gaze hardened "Something that should have been done awhile ago" Deacon released the button, turning to Boozer "I'm ready".

[lilbabycee]

bunny // steve rogers (part two) 🐰

READ PART ONE

↳ summary: the reader gets an unwelcome visitor

↳ relationship: soft dark!steve rogers x brat!reader

↳ word count: 5.3k

↳ warnings: sugar baby au, eventual dark steve, daddy kink, eventual smut, mentions of substance abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms + relationships, the reader is rich and a little bit of a bitch

↳ author’s note: it’s back! :) enjoy my loves! x

chapter two: it was for me too

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"if you really listen, then this is to you mama, there is only so much I can do tough for you to witness it but it was for me too"

- r.i.p 2 my youth, the neighbourhood

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You can do nothing but nod dumbly, eyes roaming the large figure standing in front of you. The only thing that snaps you out of your trance is Natasha’s quiet exhalation of breath through her nose, her little laugh making you woman up and place your hand in Steve’s larger one.

“Likewise,” you speak lightly, your words little more than puffs of air escaping your mouth. His eyes don’t leave yours for a second and the longer you look at his face, the more that you start to believe that you know him from somewhere. But he drops your hand the moment that recognition starts to claw at your brain and the up-and-down look that he gives you snaps you out of any deep thought.

“So, bunny,” a teasing voice comes from beside you, causing you to tear your eyes away from Steve’s. From the way he’s smirking at you, you assume that Sam was the one who spoke up. Turning your whole body away from Steve, you saunter up to the handsome man glowing like bronze underneath the warm light and take the drink he pours for you with a sultry smile - and you know that you should never take drinks from strangers but without really knowing why, you already trust this man.

“That’s me,” you throw him a wink, sipping from the glass slowly.

“Where’d you get a name like that?” He pats the arm of the sofa and as your smile grows, you perch yourself on it, crossing one leg over the other. Natasha follows your lead, situating herself on an armchair to your right, in between the couch that Steve sits on and the one that holds you, Bucky, and Sam. You open your mouth about to answer Sam’s question, but Natasha swiftly steps in.

“I gave it to her,” she grins, running a hand through her loose waves. You can see both Sam and Bucky’s eyes follow her movements which makes you laugh a little, the hunger displayed in both the pools of brown and blue almost overtly obvious.

“Why?” Bucky’s voice rasps, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. Your eyes can’t help but follow the movement - you’re not blind and he’s a very attractive man - but you stop short when you realize that someone is searing holes into the back of your neck. Looking to the side, you can see that Steve has sat down in his previous seat, hands resting on thick thighs and legs spread wide.

His eyes are on you - unflinchingly, you note, even as yours meet his; it’s obvious that he saw your eyes glued to Bucky’s lips. You engage in a quick staring match and even though you’re not usually the type to back down easily, the way that your face heats up and his gaze makes you feel has you looking away after merely a few seconds.

Your eyes refocus on Natasha and stay there.

“It’s because she’s like the energizer bunny,” your best friend snorts, taking the proffered glass of rosé from Sam’s hand and taking a sip. Her statement makes all the men laugh - apart from Vision because he’s too busy whispering in Wanda’s ear for him to be involved in the rest of the conversation and by Wanda’s reaction, you can tell that their conversation isn’t exactly fit for public consumption.

Natasha continues, tracing a finger along the rim of her glass, “Once she gets on something, it’s… she’s, like, stuck on it, you know? Can’t get enough of it - she goes crazy over it, gets super excited and stuff. It’s cute-”

You interrupt her with a groan, causing a chorus of laughs and ooh’s to rise from the group. “Nat- I-I don’t even like that nickname anyway. I’d rather you call me literally anything else-”

“Okay, bunny,” Bucky grins at you and you reach over Sam to swat at his very hard arm, all traces of your previous nervousness having dissipated with the alcohol. Your hand comes back sore but to humor you, you suppose, Bucky recoils from you and dramatically sinks down in his chair, wailing exaggeratedly.

“Sounds good, bunny,” Sam joins in, flashing you a cheeky smile that only earns him a blow on his equally thick bicep that leaves your hand stinging but he too rubs at his arm after drawing a sharp intake of air through his teeth. They’re funny, so you throw your head back and laugh - really laugh - and find yourself slipping off the side of the couch and into Sam’s lap. You let out a little squeal as Natasha and Bucky laugh at you.

“Whoa there, bunny,” Sam chuckles, hands immediately coming up to grip your waist tightly. “Slow your roll.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, but you’re only mock-annoyed: “Christ, Sam, take a girl out on a date first.”

The response you get from the man underneath you is mirthful - “You’re the one who landed on me, darlin’” - and causes you to smile, but then you feel it again , his eyes so intently focused on the side of your face. You choose to ignore it because if this guy has a staring problem, he can take it up with-

“-you,” Bucky flicks Sam’s ear playfully. “I get plenty of women.”

“Oh yeah, Barnes? ‘Cause your lap is lookin’ awfully empty -”

And the two go back and forth like this for what seems like an eternity. You know that you’ve lost Wanda to Viz , the seat that they once occupied currently vacant. You kind of want to be annoyed at her because she promised that she’d help you with what you really came here for in the first place, but you can’t because, for the past few weeks, you and Natasha have kind of maybe been avoiding her to some degree because, really and truly, she’s been such an uptight bitch - and you say that in the nicest way possible - so you want her to get some dick in peace so that she can release all of that backed-up tension.

You love her, really, but a sexually frustrated Wanda has the potential to rival your mother in terms of how completely unbearable they are to be around.

You turn to speak to Natasha but then Steve clears his throat loud enough for everyone to hear which causes all chatter to cease. He sighs loudly, running a hand over his bearded jaw before he speaks. You can’t help but take some more time to admire the beauty of his jawline, so defined and sharp that you wonder if it could cut up the skin on the insides of your thighs-

“I mean, while I’d love to continue this,” Steve checks his Rolex, “we should probably get down to what you girls really came for.” His eyes land pointedly on you, and you realize that you’re still sat comfortably on Sam’s lap. You sit back even further, wrapping your arm around Sam’s shoulders. Steve’s fists are clenched so hard that you’re sure that his blunt nails are digging into the palms of his hands.

You decide that you’re not going to move.

“Right,” your best friend leans forward to put her empty glass on the coffee table where your own lies and clears her throat. She then says your name and gestures vaguely to where you’re sitting, “she’s looking for an arrangement similar to what Wanda and Vision have-”

“-and since Wanda isn’t here to help us explain exactly what all of that consists of,” you butt in, pressing your long thumbnail to your lower lip and pushing it into your mouth, “we were wondering if you gentlemen would be kind enough to help us out?”

Natasha’s head snaps to yours, her eyebrow raised in a way that says this is not what we agreed on and you reply with it’s fine, but then she responds with why don’t we just wait for Wanda and you don’t even think that warrants a reply. You give her a deadpan look and she physically holds her hands up in surrender; you both know that Wanda’s not coming home with the two of you tonight. The three men around you look lost so you direct your attention back to them.

“So?” you follow up, sucking lightly on the end of your nail. Even from where you’re sitting, you can see Steve’s darkened eyes - his pupils are blown and they only leave a thin ring of blue around them. The rise and fall of his broad chest has gotten just that little bit faster.

He’s so pretty.

“The arrangements are different for all of us,” Bucky downs the amber liquid in his glass. “So it’d just depend on who you’re interested in gettin’ to know, doll. Got anyone in mind right off the bat?”

Oh wow - you didn’t expect to be put on the spot like this so early into this conversation. But you don’t mind; the pressure or awkwardness that should come with a question like this in a situation as unique as this one doesn’t come. You only smile coyly, batting your eyelashes and looking down.

“Oh, well,” you start shyly, swinging your legs innocently. “I don’t really know about all that yet-”

“It’s alright, bunny,” the voice ignites a fire in your veins so you know who’s just spoken. “We’ll make this decision easy for you. She’s mine, boys.”

This makes you choke yet again, causing you to clear your throat loudly. Your fingertips press down on your cheeks just to see how warm your face really is from this blatant stake of his claim on you. Normally, you’d be the first one to protest, completely indignant that this man thinks that he owns you in any capacity. But there’s none of that kind of passion here; rather, you’re more- no, probably not- no, definitely turned on by his words.

The two other men, much like Natasha did only a minute ago, throw their hands up in acquiescence. In fact, they both seem so moved by Steve’s words that they trip over each other to speak.

“Yeah, that’s all good, man.”

“Sounds good to me, pal.”

There’s a lull in the conversation while you all digest the implications of Steve’s exclamation. You twist your fingers together, scraping your nails against each other.

“So,” you drag out the last syllable. “Is there some kind of… contract or something?”

---

You wake up in a bed that feels far too crowded to be your own. There’s a body wrapped around yours, another set of legs intertwined with yours and an arm draped over your torso. In your groggy state, it takes all the willpower that you can summon to turn your head to the left and check who the fuck is sleeping in next to you in- your bed (???).

The hand of the arm that isn’t currently being pinned down by another human being comes up to rub at your eyes, clearing up your bleary vision so that you can try to successfully identify your intruder.

You could say that you’ve never woken up in a situation like this but that would be a lie and your New Year’s resolution this year was that you’d try to be more honest - so the truth is that this is definitely not the first time that you’ve woken up in a situation like this and if anything, this is probably the safest you’ve felt out of all of those scenarios.

Half of the person’s head is buried underneath the duvet so you squint a little in the obnoxiously bright morning light - you silently curse the sun for not wanting to take a fucking day off today - so that you can try to make out a defining feature of the body on top of you. Once your eyes focus, the mop of red hair spread across the white sheets makes you groan and close your eyes again.

You honestly didn’t have a game plan if it wasn’t Natasha.

Confused, you attempt to think back to exactly what happened last night. Since you’ve woken up with Natasha, you give yourself the benefit of the doubt and assume that nothing too compromising happened last night. After nights like Peter’s, you normally cannot immediately recognize the person next to you, so you’re going to take this as a glass half full kind of moment and call it a plus.

Nothing illegal took place as far as you can remember which is another first for you - apart from your excessive underage drinking but you turn twenty-one in a year so you shrug it off.

Wow, maybe I am growing.

After your conversation with those men - there was no contract - you had sent Wanda a text to let her know that you and Natasha were heading home. There was nothing at this party that you hadn’t seen before, so frankly, your work there was done and you had no more business at Peter’s. Speaking of, you did manage to run into him right before you left just to say goodbye to him - ever the gracious guest - and tease him some more about MJ. Naturally, he turned redder than the burgundy suit pants he was wearing and gave both you and Nat kisses on the cheek before almost running away from the two of you.

That gave you a good laugh.

You were halfway to Nat’s car when none other than Steve Rogers appeared from the shadows to put your number on his phone. He said nothing other than I’ll call you before walking further down the valet parking to get his own car. Natasha beeped her horn at you when she saw you lingering - you were staring at his ass - so you hurried to hop in the passenger’s seat of her black sports car after she shouted for you to get in the Porsche or I’m leaving your ass on the side of the road.

And now your phone rings; you can’t help that the weaker side of your brain wants so badly for it to be Steve. He left you with a promise - albeit a vague one - and you think that you’re going to hold him to that, although you don’t know how exactly how you’d go about that since he’s the one who has your number.

Shit.

Natasha groans loudly at the shrill noise coming from your phone speakers, grabbing a pillow and shoving it over her face.

She says your name exasperatedly, “I thought I told you to put that shit on silent-”

“Sorry, sorry,” you tell her, rolling your eyes because you don’t remember her telling you that, and then you sit up. At this moment, you realize that you actually aren’t in your own apartment and are in Natasha’s very grey and white bedroom that you always have something critical to say about. Reaching for your phone, you’re shocked that it’s not dead and is at a respectable 16%. The caller ID shows you nothing useful - unknown caller - and this only gives you some more hope that it’s the handsome man you met last night. You clear your throat before pressing that green button.

“Hello?” you wince at the dryness of your throat, spying an unopened water bottle next to where your phone lay. You grab it and pop the cap hastily, taking a swig while you wait for the reply of the other person.

A very distinctly feminine squeal makes you sigh in disappointment before you pause, the familiar voice making you smile sleepily.

“Shit- fuck, get out of my way- brother-” the person says your name loudly and you know by the rich accent and the impatient tone that it’s-

“Shuri,” you muster up as much enthusiasm as you can for a call this early in the morning - you pull your phone back from your ear to see that it’s actually already 10:33 a.m and wince - because you are actually genuinely excited to hear from your Wakandan best friend. Natasha pulls the pillow off her face at the sound of the girl’s voice through the speaker, and a grin of her own lights up her face.

“Hi, bitch!” Shuri yells and you close your eyes, shaking your head but smiling nonetheless. “I’m almost at your place - I’ll be there in ten.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of your chest and you rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Whose phone are you calling from? And Shuri, I’m not at home right now-”

“‘Koye’s - mine’s dead and in the back. Are you with Nat?”

“Well, yeah-”

“Are you two fucking? Without me? ”

The redhead next to you can’t contain her laughter either, curled up in the sheets next to you gasping for breaths.

“Sorry to break it you like this, babe,” you play along. “No, Peter had a party last night-”

“I know - I heard about it. Sounded like fun, but my Baba and I had to do some appearances in D.C yesterday before we came to this goddamn crowded city- brother, I’ll call it whatever I want to call it - Bast, get out of the car.”

There’s some rustling and the sound of a car door slamming before Shuri releases a deep, tired breath.

“I didn’t know you were coming this week,” Natasha has sidled up next to you, resting her head on your shoulder so that Shuri can hear her voice after putting your phone on speaker.

“Neither did I,” the Wakandan princess snorts, the sound of deafening car horns and faint yelling in the background almost drowning out her lilted tone. “It was kind of a last-minute decision. But enough about me - you don’t care about all this stuff. I heard you guys met with Bucky Barnes last night-”

“How do you know Bucky?” You frown, picking at your nails.

“Long story,” she says flippantly, sighing before clearing her throat. “But that’s not the point - I know what kinda guy Bucky Barnes is. What kinda business did you two have hanging around people like that?”

“Well, I wanna hear the story-”

“Shut up,” Natasha doesn’t even look at you when she says the words. “We’re- actually, it’s not even me- she’s looking for a-”

“-sugar daddy?!” Shuri exclaims so loud that both you and Natasha flinch as you move the phone further away from you. Maybe putting her on speaker was a mistake. “What- no, Okoye, not me...yes I’m sure,” the princess’ voice becomes more hushed, “bunny...what do you of all people need a sugar daddy for, miss princess of New York?”

Nat chortles louder than you like so you shoot her a glare, smacking a pillow over her face before redirecting your attention back to the confused girl over the phone. “Daddy cut me off and-”

Shuri;’s laugh is completely mocking and would definitely be offensive if it were anyone else, but you can do nothing but sit there and pout. Natasha’s laughter becomes louder and you roll your eyes, standing up and stretching your arms over your head. You throw your phone at your best friend, causing her to almost fall off the side of the bed trying to dodge it.

“Shut up, both of you,” you scowl. “Shuri, let me know when you’re here - I’m going to go take a shower and reflect on my taste in friends. You guys are both the worst-”

Already halfway inside the en-suite, you only hear a faint chorus of “ We love you too!” before the lock clicks behind you.

---

When you stroll out of the private elevator that leads directly to your apartment, you’re staring at something funny that Shuri’s sent you on Instagram as you walk through the front door, a blindingly white smile on your face. The chunky black and white Balenciaga sneakers on your feet pound the floor lightly and your hand comes up to tug absent-mindedly at one of the strings of Natasha’s black hoodie before running it down the leg of the matching cycling shorts. You push your sunglasses to the top of your head, the minty flavor of your gum filling your tastebuds and the loud sound of your nails clicking against your phone screen echoing against your high walls and tall ceilings.

The sound of a throat clearing makes you blink hard, your eyelash extensions brushing your skin as you look up to determine the identity of your intruder.

Once you see who it is, you physically are unable to prevent the loud “fuck” from falling from your lips. So when she stands up from your couch in your living room with her arms folded over her breast implants and her full, fake lips pursed while her eyebrows shoot to her hairline, you can’t help but laugh, surprised that she can still look like a raging bitch with all that botox in her face. 

Her grating voice squeaks your name indignantly making you roll your eyes as you drop your oversized black bag by your shoe rack. Kicking off your trainers, you breeze right past her and flop down on one of your sofas, the plush material soothing your aching bones.

It’s been five days since Peter’s party and since then, Wanda had given both Bucky and Sam your number upon their request - you’ve been texting them all week. As much as you love your friends, these men are hands-down two of the funniest people that you’ve ever met. Despite your frequent conversations with his two best friends, there’s been radio silence from Steve Rogers. You don’t want to give these men the impression that you’re desperate - even though that’s exactly what you are - but you’re getting impatient. You don’t chase anybody; not once in your entire life has anyone made you work for their attention, so this whole situation is making you antsy.

You’ve just returned from the gym with Sam and Bucky where you were shocked to turn up outside only to see the two men shirtless, a huge but not unwelcome surprise in more than one way - “you have a fucking metal arm?!” - and it was truly a gift from above to essentially watch them work out from your place on the treadmill. You couldn’t even run - you almost fell on your goddamn face - because you were so distracted by the strong, glistening men across from you. You had instead slowed to a walk, texting Natasha and Shuri, sending them videos of these gorgeous men lifting seemingly impossibly heavy amounts with such ease and agility.

You couldn’t deny that it was making you feel things.

They then insisted that you should come and lift with them because “it’s rude to stare, bunny” and that was definitely less fun than just watching them.

And now here you sit, lounging carelessly and purposefully ignoring the presence of the woman sitting across from you. She sighs loudly, drumming her freshly-manicured red claws on the armrest of the couch, her eyes glued onto your face. Clearing her throat louder this time, you can feel the heat of her gaze on your profile burn hotter.

“Honey, are you just going to let me sit here all day?” your mother whines - like a child, you think - and flicks her hair face from her face.

“Yup,” you pop the ‘p’ and then fall silent, chewing your gum audibly, satisfied when you see her eye twitch in your periphery.

The two of you sit like this for a while, the deafening quiet weighing heavily on your mother’s shoulders. She’s always been a woman who’s liked to talk, fill moments of peace with mindless chatter and you’ve hated it all your life.

“Stop slouching,” your mother suddenly snaps, letting out yet another sigh, but one of relief as if it’s been painful for her to hold in her chest. With the silence effectively broken, you give a sigh of your own and finally meet her eyes, the same pretty color as yours shining back at you like a mirror. Then you assess the rest of her: the bleached blonde extensions, over-lined lips, and the designer coral pantsuit. You hold her gaze as you slip further down onto the couch, your posture even more relaxed than before. She narrows her own at you and a Chesire cat grin spreads on your face.

“You didn’t come here to correct my posture, mother,” you tell her, looking back at your phone, “so to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You haven’t been returning my calls,” she arches an eyebrow, dusting an imaginary piece of lint off of her pants, “even though I told your dad to tell you when you called him a week ago-”

“You don’t think there’s a reason that I’ve been dodging your calls?” you ask rhetorically, running the pad of your thumb over an eyebrow. Your birth giver cocks her head at you curiously, as if she’s truly confused as to why you don’t seem to like her-

“I don’t know why you don’t like me,” she states airily, examining her nails contemplatively. Your eyes dart back to hers in surprise, your jaw literally dropping because you’re that floored. “I’ve been nothing but kind to you-”

“Get out,” you say quietly, immediately shutting her up.

“What did you say to me?”

“I said get out,” you repeat, tossing your phone onto the couch behind you and standing up swiftly. Your mother is still sitting across from you, so you gesture with your hands so as to emphasize your point. “You should be lucky I haven’t fucking blacklisted you from this apartment-”

She exclaims your name, “-don’t cuss at me-”

You power through, “-after all you’ve done to me - so what I mean, mother, is get the fuck out of my apartment!”

Your voice carries through your home. When the echoes finally stop, the woman in front of you turns her nose up at you, clutches her taupe Birkin, and clicks those stupid stilettos all the way to your elevator. When she presses the button, she turns around to glare at you, failing to notice your defensive stance or how you’re fighting tears that you thought you’d already spent years crying out.

“Your father will be hearing about this,” she smirks and the doors open, bathing the side of her face in bright, artificial light. You don’t even look at her as the elevator chimes and the rose gold doors slide closed. But when they do, all of the breath leaves your body in a loud sob, your shaking hands coming up to wipe at your eyes.

The ringing of your phone interrupts you, the caller ID a number that you don’t recognize. In your current state, you answer it unthinkingly, not even registering that you’re about to be speaking to a total stranger.

“Hello?” You sniffle over the phone, running your sleeve over your cheeks to rid them of any tear tracks.

The person over the line greets you by saying your name in a deep tone that shoots straight to your panties, meaning that you know exactly who this is. It’s the call you’ve been waiting for the whole week and of all times, this is when he decides to pick up his damn phone and remember that you exist?

Motherfucker.

“Steve,” you breathe, gulping down large amounts of air to try and keep any residual tears at bay. “I-, uh, hi.”

His chuckle on the other end of the phone causes your cheeks to heat up because it should be illegal to sound like that. “Hi to you too, bunny-” you interrupt him with a shaky breath that’s louder than you anticipate, “-hold on, have you been crying?”

Shit, you think, massaging your temples. “Yeah,” you admit, sniffing again. It’s likely that your ears are deceiving you, but you think that you hear him groan, a sinful sound from deep in his throat that makes even more moisture pool in your underwear. “It’s not a big deal though - it’s nice to hear from you.”

“Are you doin’ okay?” he asks softly, making your heart do little flips in your chest.

“I’m fine,” you state almost automatically, hoping to brush off any concern and move on. You walk over to your fridge, scanning the contents before your eyes land on the row of clear, blue-capped bottles with a pink flower on the front. You put your phone on speaker and place it on the counter as you snatch one of the bottles of water from the shelf, cracking it open and taking a long swig from it.

“You don’t sound fine,” Steve protests, sounding borderline amused. “Maybe you can tell me all about it when I take you out to dinner tonight.”

He tells you mid-swig and of course, there’s no way for him to know his, but you’re so taken aback that you falter, subsequently choking on all of the water in your mouth. The coughs that wrack your body are violent, and there’s a burn in your throat from the strength of your body’s automatic reaction. You have to shut the fridge door and turn around, bracing a hand on the island counter where your phone lies.

“Sweetheart?” he probes, probably holding back a laugh but you can’t really discern whether or not that’s true over the ear-splitting sound of your coughing.

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologize, wheezing through the paralyzing attack on your body. “That sounds great - where are we going?”

You finally recover, taking another - slower - sip of your drink, tears stinging your eyes.

“Hey now,” Steve laughs again, and you can’t help but notice how carefree he is now compared to the night you met him. It makes you smile. “That’d be telling. Just be ready by 8 - I’ll get my driver-”

“-oh no, that’s okay - if you give the location to my driver, he can take me-”

“No,” his voice is booming, even through the phone, and it gives you pause. His authoritative tone should’ve made you cry, especially with all that’s happened in your past, but instead, a tidal wave of desire makes you shudder and threatens to pull you underneath the surface. “My driver will pick you up at 8,” he repeats and you press the power button on the side of your phone so it shows you the time: 2:49, “and I’ll send over something appropriate for you to wear. Are we clear?”

“Yeah,” you exhale, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip.

“I asked if we were clear, sweetheart,” his voice has taken on a warning tone now and you can’t deny the heat that courses through you.

“Yes, sir,” you give him the answer almost instinctively, frowning afterward because you feel like you’re in school.

“Good girl, bunny baby,” he coos and it’s this that makes you almost audibly moan.

You? A praise kink?

Absolutely.

“I’ll see you then, hmm, honey?” he prompts you to respond. Normally, you don’t let anybody that you’re romantically involved with call you honey because it reminds you so acutely of your mother, and you suspect that she knows that which is why she keeps calling you that stupid nickname. But with Steve, you already feel like you’re in no place to be making demands.

And for the first time in your life, that doesn’t bother you all that much.

“Yes, Steve,” your eyelashes flutter and you squeeze your thighs together, trying to ease yourself of the growing discomfort at your most sensitive area.

“Good, good,” he speaks, sounding distracted. “I’ve got a meeting now, bunny - talk later.”

You don’t even get an opportunity to say your own goodbye before he ends the call. You save him to your contacts quickly before you forget, and then a thought hits you that makes you freeze.

How does he know your size and - more importantly - how the fuck does he know where you live?

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[tragedy-for-sale]

Good to Bugs

This is a lovely, angst-free fic recommended by @shadow-hyder who was last attacked by mean with some Tech angst. I changed an aspect of your recommendation, it's an actual bug.

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This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. This wasn't supposed to happen! But it had, and it left the two of them speechless. Unable to move and the world started to shatter. "D-did you just-?" Crosshair muttered, staring at the ground in complete shock, "You did, you killed it." He whispered, looking up to see his brother's equally panicked expression. He was a monster.

"I'm a monster." Wrecker mumbled as he moved his foot aside, staring to the ground, "Is there any chance?" Wrecker asked as he kneeled down. Crosshair did too, crossing his arms as he shook his head. "Oh no." Wrecker cried as he poked it. "It had so much potential"

"Yeah, well now that potential is gone, cause you killed it. You're a murderer, congrats." Crosshair stood up, kicking it with his shoe.

"Whoa! Hey we gotta bury it!" Wrecker stopped his brother then went over to pick it up. "It's mom is gonna stay up all night wondering when they're coming home but they won't ever come home 'cause they're dead! And it's my fault." Wrecker stated. Crosshair nodded.

"You're right, let's go find a nice place to bury it." Crosshair sighed, knowing to just play along. While they were walking to find a good place to bury it, Crosshair was picking up several rocks, sticks, leaves, whatever, to decorate the grave with. "Y'know, Hunter is gonna be so disgusted with you, oh, and Echo too"

"I deserve it, I murdered a bug." Wrecker stated glummly as they sat down and started digging a tiny hole. Wrecker set the bug aside as he took what his brother had found. He placed two sticker on the side and a leaf in the middle. Once the bug was on the leaf, Wrecker placed another and they begun to bury him. Then, they put a rock that Crosshair scratched with another to say 'R.I.P.' On it, at the head of the grave. "Rest in peace, bug, rest free."

There was a moment of silence, Wrecker genuinely mourning the bug, and Crosshair thinking about how hungry he was. He opened his eyes and placed his hand on his brother's shoulder, "We should go, there's nothing we can do now." He said in a solemn voice. Wrecker nodded, wiping his eyes. They two then got up and walked very glumly to the ship. As Crosshair was about to go in, he turned around and wiped the tear off his brother's face, "Come on, it'll be okay." He smiled.

They stepped in, the smell of food was in the air. Hunter was in the kitchen, Tech was fiddling with something on the floor, the thing being Echo's leg, who was laying on the floor. "Where have you two been?" Echo asked, lifting his head.

"We were at a funeral." Crosshair stated, all three of them looked at the two, intrigued. "It was a lovely service, but the mother couldn't come." He added with a shrug, "Super tragic, they were so young."

"Wait, ya'll up an murdered someone then attended their funeral?" Hunter poked his head out from the steam from a pot, "In less than an hour?" He added after he checked the clock.

"Yeah, but I'm the murder, Crosshair is just a witness." Wrecker admitted glummly. The three brothers were taken back by Wrecker's state of despair, so they turned to Crosshair who mouthed, 'he killed a bug' all three nodded, completly understanding the situation now.

"That sounds awful," Hunter stated as he strained the pasta. "Some food will make you feel better." He then said. Tech got up, leaving Echo with a half working leg.

"Hey! Jerk!" Echo complained as he sat up, scooting to the table since Tech failed to reactivate his leg. "Wrecker, help." Echo held out his arms, doing grabbing hands. Wrekced nodded and then picked his brother up and set him in the chair.

"At least I did something right today." He sighed as he took a drink of water. Crosshair sat next to his older brother and patted his back. Hunter had gotten everyone served and was the last to sit down. They all watched Wrecker, knowing not to eat until Wrecker was ready to as well, "I killed a bug." He admitted, "He had their whole life ahead of them and I just ended it"

They all looked down, thinking of the poor bug. "He's with his bug brothers in the sky now." Hunter told Wrecker, knowing he'd find some comfort in it. "He's okay, Wrecker, he's happy."

Crosshair dragged his finger down his face to imitate a tear as he stared wistfully at the wall, "He's in a better place," he spoke. Wrecker nodded, that's true. The bug was okay now, living a life better than this one.

"Okay." Wrecker said at last. "You're right, he's with his giant bug family." They all nodded in agreement. Wrecker at last looked down to his plate,

"Okay, we can eat now."

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[yourfriendslimey]

7 Minutes

Bambam x fem. Reader

Genre: smut if you can call it that

TW: mild sexual content

WC: 2.5k

Author’s note:took me long enough. this is literally my first smut (r.i.p.). also the ending is a nit dumb but wow did I not know how I wanted to end it.

Preview: “I can hear you heart beating,” Bambam spoke softly. His face was inches from yours; a soft hand placed gently on your jaw…

You melted into an old beanbag chair slumped haphazardly against the corner and let your eyes wander the smoky room. Lit only by a few table lamps, the whole space seemed to rock to the R&B music being playing around you. Even though you were hesitant at first, coming to this party was the best idea you’d had in weeks. Well it was less of a party and more like you and 11 other people sitting around in your close friend, Yugyeom’s apartment. You didn’t know most of the people here, but social interaction was social interaction, nonetheless. It felt like ages since you’d had any actual fun.

The smell of sweat, weed, and hours old pizza filled your nose with each breath. Your eyes traced over the mostly unfamiliar faces in the room and landed upon Yugyeom’s roommate, Bambam, causing your stomach to float.

You didn’t know him very well, but the longer you looked at him, the more you wanted to. However, he seemed to almost avoid you whenever you came by; ducking into his room or leaving the apartment altogether. On the rare occasions you were both in the same room, you’d barely acknowledge each other, giving only a polite wave and a short “hey”. You never really asked Yugyeom about it, opting to just admire him from a far as you were doing now.

His slender frame was leaned against the wall as a bored hand scrolled aimlessly on his phone. A red plastic cup occupied the other. He wore white skinny jeans paired with a pale brick turtleneck that hugged his form. Short snow-white hair and small silver earrings contrasted with his golden skin.  

“Hey creep.”

Your heart leapt to your throat at the shock. You shot a stern look to your left to see Yugyeom crouched playfully beside you. “Enjoying the view?” The shit-eating grin plastered to his face made your cheeks burn. He’d known for a while about your feelings for his roommate and took every chance to tease you about it. Honestly, he probably needed to bug you as much as he needed to breathe.

Yugyeom lightly patted your cheeks, giggling at the pissy look growing on your face. “Go to hell, Kim,” you pushed his hands away and threw a punch at his shoulder. “Ow, hey! C’mon, I’m just messin’ around, lighten up,” he pouted as he rubbed his shoulder. “Seriously though, why not just ask him out already? I mean what’s the worst that could happen?” You leaned back with folded arms and sighed, “Well for one, he could laugh in my face and say no. And if that happened I would not and could not EVER come over again. Our friendship would then slowly dwindle away to dust since I rarely see you anywhere other than here. And I honestly don’t know if you’re prepared to handle life without me,” a smirk found its way your face. Yugyeom rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to retaliate but stopped himself and smiled impishly, “I have an idea.” He gave one solid clap of his hands, jumped to his feet, and breezed away, leaving you in a pool of confusion and frankly, mild terror.

You watched as he traversed to the stereo and turned the music down, the sudden silence pulling all eyes to him. “Alright guys, it’s that time…” he paused and rubbed his hands together dramatically, “Anyone down for seven minutes?” The room whooped and laughed excitedly, everyone already moving to sit in a circle on the floor.

“Seven minutes” was shorthand for Seven Minutes in Heaven. From what Yug had told you, he and his friends always played when they got together like this. Your stomach formed a knot as Yugyeom moved the small coffee table off to the side and an empty beer bottle was placed in the center of the carpet. Yug found himself a spot, patting the floor next to him for you to join in. Lazily you made your way over and sat cross-legged beside your friend.

You noticed that Bambam was sat across from you leaning back on his hands. He eyed up everyone in the circle and the moment he landed on you, a slight smirk crept to his face. You quickly looked away, feeling your cheeks grow hot. Excitement sparked within you as you silently wished you’d be paired with him.

Yugyeom piped up, “Before we start, I’m gonna explain the rules since y/n hasn’t played with us before.” You listened intently, “I’ll spin to see who goes first. Then that person spins for their partner. No re-spins. You get who you get. The pair will go into the coat closet together for exactly seven minutes. They’re free to do whatever they want with each other, no questions asked. When seven minutes is up, we open the door and let them out. Then we just go clockwise from the first pick. Questions?” Yugyeom looked directly at you.

You shook your empty head. Even if you did have any questions, you didn’t want to make yourself stick out even more than you did. “Then let’s begin,” Yugyeom said as he spun the bottle.

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The rounds passed by quickly. Couples were sent into the closet one after another. Each time the timer went off, Yugyeom unceremoniously swung open the door. Make-out sessions were cut short, wandering hands returned to their owners, faces were flushed red.

You remained mostly uninvested, only taking interest when Bambam was finally up. The circle whooped and whistled, a ring of excitement. You could see almost everyone crossing fingers and leaning in, hoping to sway the bottle in their favor. He smugly chuckled and gave a few flirtatious glances at girls he’d probably been paired with before. A pang of jealousy took root within you. Bambam obviously got around and at least half of these girls have gotten a taste before. You watched intently as he reached out and spun the bottle; your heart a lump in your throat.

You weren’t sure if you were hoping to be chosen or not. If you got paired up, would he even be into it? Into you? Would he be disappointed? You mind did somersaults. Time seemed to slow down, the bottle taking its sweet time before finally stopping. Your heart paused; your eyes widened.

You sat frozen, staring at the bottle waiting for it to somehow move to someone else. This moment was too perfect to be true. Your face grew redder; your cheeks hot. For a moment, you only heard blood pumping through your ears. The sounds in the room grew muddy and you thought you might pass out from shock alone.

Yugyeom laughed and nudged your side, bringing you back, “you’re finally in the game!”

He stood and made his way to the closet, opening the door and gesturing inside. Bambam appeared in front of you. He looked like an angel; a vision too good to be real. Smiling he extended a delicate hand. You gently took it, thinking if you grabbed too fast, you’d pass right through him. He pulled you up and guided you towards a giddy Yugyeom who was practically bouncing on his toes. You watched your feet as you walked, too nervous to look anywhere else. Bambam entered first; you crept behind, taking your spot opposite from him.

Dimly lit only by a small strip of purple LED’s the closet took on a cozy air. Save for a few scattered jackets and the building tension, the space was empty. You were practically shaking, wondering if anything would happen between you two or if you’d both sit in awkward silence. “Have fun,” Yugyeom teased in a singsong voice, winking at you as she slowly shut the door.

You were practically glued to the wall, your sense of time skewed. These first few seconds felt as if minutes had already passed by. Now what? You thought. Do I say something? Make a move? Keep looking at my feet, twiddling my thumbs?  You swallowed hard, finally working up the nerve to look up.

Bambam was looking right at you. The weight of his stare keeping you pressed in place. He seemed to take notice of how tense you were.

“We don’t have to do anything, you know. We could just talk; get to know each other better. I mean you’re hear all the time, and I only know your name,” his smile was genuine. It helped to slow your heartbeat just a bit. Even still, your head was swimming.

“Yeah, yeah, sounds great… What do you wanna talk about?”

Bambam thought for a moment, “Well to start, how long have you and Yug been hanging out? He’s never been one to brag about that kinda thing, but he’s never been shy about it either.” You raised a curious eyebrow, “Honestly I thought you were just some onetime hookup, but when you kept coming back-“

A wave of laughter erupted form you. Bambam jumped a bit in shock. “What’s so funny?” he laughed uncomfortably. “I’m sorry,” you wiped a tear from your eye and took a deep breath in, “We’re not sleeping together. I love him yeah, but as a friend. That’s it.”

Bambam’s eyes widened, “Oh. That’s good then…”

“What do you mean ‘good’? Would it be bad if we were?”

“Well yeah,” Bambam’s voice was low, the lighthearted smile now replaced by a sultry smirk. He stepped closer to you, “Cause then I’d have to keep staying away from you.” He pressed both hands against the wall on either side of your head, locking you in. You felt your breath leave you.

You stammered a bit. The air in the closet grew thicker. Bambam’s soft features were illuminated by a purple glow; his eyes grew darker and sharper the longer you gazed into them. For a moment, you thought the floor had collapsed under you. Your eyes darted down, making sure there was still solid ground below your feet. There was. You pinched your arm to make sure you were awake. You were.

He leaned in close to you “I like you, y/n.” The musky smell of his cologne took over your senses. Your heart picked up pace, your knees almost buckled, and your breath became shallow. You swallowed hard, your mouth an arid desert. “I can hear you heart beating,” Bambam spoke softly. His face was inches from yours; a soft hand placed gently on your jaw. “Do you want me to stop?” You shook your head and before you knew it, Bambam’s soft lips connected with yours.

Electricity shot through your body. A soft moan left your mouth as the warmth of his body overtook you. Bambam released you face, his hands finding their way to your hips. Without much thought, you brought your arms around his neck and pulled him in deeper. His tongue knocked at your mouth’s door. You willingly let him in. Your tongues battled back and forth; teeth clashing wildly. He pulled your hips into him and you could feel the growing mass in his jeans push against you. He wanted you as bad as you wanted him.

Bambam broke the kiss and set his sights on your neck. You welcomed him, craning your head to the side to give him room. You felt your core grow warm, beginning to throb with desire. He left a trail of animalistic kisses, pulling at the collar of your shirt. Your breath became hollow. A sharp gasp left you as he grabbed your left leg and pulled it up to his hip.

“You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted this…” he groaned before lightly biting your collar bone.

“Tell me…”

“I’ll do you one better,” he lifted you, pressing your back to the wall. His hips ground into yours all on their own. You couldn’t help but let out a moan, your hands finding their way to his shirt, tugging it desperately. As his fingers dug into your thighs, you pulled harder, craving the feeling of his naked skin. He let you down, lip still attached to you, before unbuttoning your jeans. You were practically dripping, your panties ruined. He toyed with the hem of your panties, knowing fully well what he was doing to you. You bit your lips, frustrated, desperate for his touch. He slid his hand down, rubbing his first and second fingers against you through the thin fabric. You groaned. Two can play at this game…you thought, moving to undo his belt and pants button.

You teased back, palming him through his boxer-briefs. The soft groan vibrating against your neck felt euphoric. He grabbed your wandering hand with his free one, pinning it by your head. “You’re so mean,” you sighed. He said nothing, giving only a deep chuckle; his fingers finding, their way into your underwear, lightly brushing against your outer folds. Your hips moved on their own, instinct taking over. You wanted, no, needed Bambam to go further. If he didn’t, you were sure you’d lose your mind.

He slipped a digit in between, lightly feeling out your entrance. “Holy shit you’re wet...” He brought his lips to your ear, nibbling your lobe, “Do you get like this for every guy?” You shook your head and hummed in reply, too lost to speak. “Good,” and he pushed his finger inside.

You bit your finger as you forced yourself to stay silent. Slowly, Bambam curled his fingers in and out, savoring the feeling of you on his hand. You whimpered, trying your best to keep your sounds to yourself. He met your gaze, smirking smugly. “Having trouble keeping quiet, are we? You better be care, or else everyone’s going to hear you,” he pushed his fingers deeper, beginning to pump faster. You bit your bottom lip hard, your breath fast but deep. You began to feel yourself tighten on him, your body on autopilot, chasing a high so out of reach. You needed more so damn badly you thought you’d die. But you knew time was limited. If you both lost control then you’d for sure be exposed to a room of curious eyes. Bambam knew too, slowing his pace to a halt before slipping out of you. You whined in frustration, throwing a pair of big puppy eyes and a pout at him.

“Our time’s almost up,” he sucked you from his fingers, while using his dry hand to caress your cheek. You looked at him inquisitively. “We’ve played so often; I’ve gotten pretty good at gaging the time. We’ll pick this back up later,” he winked and fastened his jeans and belt. You follow suit, quickly straightening yourself out to avoid suspicion.

The two of you returned to your original spots, leaning against the walls. A bright smile stretched across Bambam’s face which you mirrored. The closet door swung open to reveal Yugyeom still bright eyed and grinning. The two of you stepped out and returned to your spots in the circle. Yugyeom took his seat next to you, shaking your shoulder and quietly whispering, “Well? Well?” You smirked, glancing at Bambam before looking back to your friend. “We’re gonna play again later.”

[flowerinaacup]

Who's ready for KiriSaya Sickfic Headcanons?

One day Sayaka got sick and was resting in bed at home when the doorbell rang and before she could even get up, her mum answered the doorbell and then there was Kirari in her sch uniform standing right in front of her.

Kirari brought Sayaka's favourite comfort foods (I literally dk what they are tbh she doesn't look like she likes candy but I can see her liking weird shit LOL like maybe her fave food are VEGGIES and Kirari finds that HILARIOUS. Like the time my friend told her fave food are veggies and I laughed out loud I'm sorry).

Sayaka's so shocked like omg Kaichou you d-didn't have to... And Kirari's like but I want to, as she gives Sayaka a head pat and gently holds her hand and leads her back into the room.

Sayaka's probably all like "um so how was school today, President?" and Kirari would probably laugh and be like "it was boring without you", and it'll be a big uwu blushy moment for Sayaka.

I can totally just see them just hanging out and Sayaka getting flustered over Kirari fussing over her because she's so no used to it, but Kirari is definitely enjoying pampering her little secretary hoho.

Kirari stays for dinner and Sayaka's mum is all like wow Sayaka has told me so much about you *winkwink* and Kirari's just side-eyeing Sayaka like "oh really?" and Sayaka's blushing like hell and looking down.

Maybe Kirari stays over and they just cuddle in bed like the cuties they are and then before you know it, it's the next day and Sayaka's not better and Kirari's all like "we don't have to go to school, I'm sure the Student Council won't collapse without us"

Camera pans to Yumeko beating everyone in StuCo in gambling. R.i.p. Kaede's hair goes from white to bald this time.

[juuten]

Hey! In honor or spooky season and my recent haunted world trip, may I have the A3! Boys (any assortment up to you) reactions to a s/o whos terrified before going into the haunted house like completely horrified but then once they go in the S/O isn't afraid of anything? I found out recently that anticipation absolutely kills me, but like a actual good spooks from a quality haunted house does little to nothing to scare me lol.

Hello there! Thank you for requesting 💖 I never heard of a haunted world trip, but it sounds interesting! However, I’m easily scared so R.I.P. Anyway, I hope you’ll enjoy reading this 🥰

Advanced happy Halloween, everyone!

Characters: A3!ders (Sakuya, Tenma, Banri, Tsumugi)

You agreed to do this, but why did your feet stay in place?

Your knees trembled; your palms excessively sweat as you stared at the haunted house towering over you. Cobwebs and tattered strips of white cloths covered the humungous house. With its dark colors, it certainly brought a sense of fear. But what made you hold back was those monsters. Their arms are outstretched; their hands are in a form of claws that can mar you once in range. Some of them have their limbs mangled, scattered even. They gave you this eeriness that resulted to your arms’ hair standing.

If those horrifying things were out there, then what could be inside?

When Sakuya noticed your trembling state, he internally panicked. What should he do? Should he hug you? Kiss your forehead? Hold your hand? His forehead creased. Sakuya was almost clueless on how to soothe someone; he knew that he wasn’t reliable especially in these kinds of situations. And admittedly, he was also afraid at haunted houses, but not as much as a certain orange-haired man.

Despite those factors, Sakuya searched deep in his memories. As he played them one by one in his mind, his worry grew more. One, you were still trembling badly. And two, he still couldn’t find a worthwhile solution. All he did was earnestly reach out to the person, just like what he did with Chikage. Then the outcome naturally became good

Wait. That's it. That was his way, and, he thinks, the best help he could offer to you.

“(First Name).” Your boyfriend’s voice made you look up at him.

“I may not look reliable, but… I’m here for you.” Then he suddenly bowed. “Please let me protect you!”

“Sakuya! People are staring!” True enough, some people near you were whispering. Who knows what rumors will be created the longer he bowed?

He quickly stood up at that. “I’m sorry!”

You sighed. He made the situation so dramatic. You guessed this was one of the effects of being an actor. But then you smiled. Your boyfriend’s gesture was so like him, which was earnest and touching. It always warmed your heart, even now. Yes, the fear still lingered, though he gave you a hand to hold on to gain some courage.

You gently clasped his hand. With a smile, you said to him, "But thank you, Sakuya. I'll hold onto that.”

When both of you stepped into the house, you noticed it still had those cobwebs, mangled limbs, and teared sheets. But the only light coming from the small lanterns made the place eerie. You felt your heart race. You were uncertain what feeling was this.

At the corner of your eye, you noticed a spare lantern at the corner of the room. You were about to grab that lantern, then suddenly, a bloodied ghost jumped in front of you.

“(F-First Name), stay back!" Despite his pounding heart, your boyfriend stood in front of you.

You blinked. You didn’t feel anything at all when that ghost jumped in front of you. You didn’t even flinch.

You lightly shoved your boyfriend to the side. “It’s not scary, so you don’t need to do that.”

“Eh!” Sakuya couldn’t believe your words. It’s not because he doubted your courage, but it was because you were horrified before entering this house. Your recovery, if you would call it like that, was too quick for him.

You patted his shoulder. “What caught me out there was excitement, so no need to worry.”

Sakuya didn’t immediately respond. You felt guilt creeping into your heart. You made him worry so much for nothing.

You casted down your gaze on the floor. "I'm sorry."

Your boyfriend snapped out of his trance and shook his head. "It's fine. What matters is that you're alright now!"

He might’ve not done much, but Sakuya was relieved to find out that you weren’t afraid at all. Hence, the couple continued their journey despite the mahogany-haired boy flinching here and there.

When Tenma noticed that both of you weren’t moving at all, he patted your shoulder. “(First Name), why aren’t you moving?”

“Huh?” You said.

Tenma noticed the tremble in your voice, which made his eyes filled with concern. Based from your reaction, you were frightened to enter this haunted house. He wanted to relieve you in some way, but what was he supposed to do? He wasn’t the best person to seek for comfort, especially he worked for years in a field wherein criticisms were everywhere. However, acting taught him one thing – putting yourself in one’s shoes. Rather, both of you were wearing the same shoes. It’s just that, he controlled his nerves like a professional actor that he was. Nevertheless, Tenma completely understood your fear. Who knows what surprises and jump scares were waiting inside that wretched house?

“You do know that you don’t need to push yourself, right?” Your boyfriend said.

You gripped his arm. “I know, but this is the last stop.”

“We really don’t need to finish all of these.”

“Yeah, but-”

“No ‘buts.’” You pouted at that, which made him blush. Then he faced forward, pulling you away from that (horrid) house.

As your boyfriend dragged you farther to the haunted house, you looked back. It still appeared terrifying and humongous from afar. However, the fact that that was the only place you never tried in this trip didn’t sit well with you.

You tugged at Tenma’s arm. Tenma furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”

“Let’s go back.”

Tenma’s face paled. He put his hands on your shoulder almost too tightly. “Are you sure? We can really go to another venue.”

“It’s the last stop. And besides, it’s the perfect hiding spot for a celebrity,” you said.

“What's that kind of reason!”

“I'm just trying to protect you from the paparazzi." Then you sighed. "But I guess you’re more afraid than me.”

At the mention of ‘afraid,’ Tenma violently reacted. “Of course not! Why would I be afraid?” Without waiting for your response, he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the haunted house again.

When both of you stepped into the house, it still had those cobwebs, mangled limbs, and teared sheets. But the only light coming from the small lanterns made the place eerie. You felt your heart race. You were uncertain what feeling was  this.

At the corner of your eye, you noticed a spare lantern at the corner of the room. You were about to grab that lantern, then suddenly, a bloodied ghost jumped in front of you.

“Gah!” Tenma jumped behind you, gripping your shoulders as if his life depended on them.

‘Idiot, what are you doing?’ He scolded himself. He was supposed to be protecting you, his girlfriend, not the other way around.

He was about to go in front of you and glare at that monster, but then you said, “You’re not scary at all!”

While the ghost grunted, Tenma let out a loud ‘ha?’ that almost deafened you. “Are you blind? It’s bloody, no human face, and has claws for hands!”

When Tenma realized he exposed himself, he cleared his throat. “Not that I mind. But more importantly, weren’t you scared?.”

“That was just anticipation. I realized it thanks to the ghost.” You pointed at the ghost, who slowly went back to its station near the wall.

Then you mischievously grinned. You were all too familiar with Tenma’s strong front. However, you didn’t know until now that he was easily scared. That was why you wanted to tease your boyfriend. In addition, it was a reward for yourself for discovering that you weren’t afraid of these kinds of things.

“Then we could continue, right?”

“O-of course!” Tenma’s said, his voice strained.

For once, Tenma forgot his fear at the same time his poor sense of direction. At least you got to enjoy this trip with him and you were there to (protect) lead him.

Banri was about to pull you inside, but he stopped when you didn’t budge. He looked over his shoulder and was about to ask you what’s wrong, but the look on your face answered him.

Banri furrowed his eyebrows. The rides you rode in this place only made you smile and scream in glee. You weren’t even afraid when you met Sakyo for the first time (Banri knew that no horror films nor horror-themed parks can beat him). Hence, he was confused - what was terrifying of this haunted house? Everything here weren’t real monsters – they were either decorations or people in costumes. Nonetheless, he couldn’t just leave you like that. Yes, he could be a douche and prank you sometimes. However, he wasn't heartless nor stupid to ignore your fear.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, rubbing his hand on your side. “Babe, don’t freak out. You can do this, right?”

You slowly nodded. “Yeah, but I just got the chills.”

Banri hummed. “Anxiety’s killin’ you, huh?”

You nodded at that. Then suddenly, he walked towards the house, his arm making you follow his movement.

“W-wait, Banri!” You gripped his arm, trying to stop him from ushering you.

“Why would you even be afraid if you got me? ‘Sides, I can beat the shit out of ‘em.”

“It’s not their fault that they’re doing their job, Banri.”

He patted your side. “Just kiddin’.” Then his face suddenly turned serious. “But what I said first ain’t a joke.”

Your eyes widened at that. Your boyfriend can be unexpectedly affectionate, and it always caught you off guard. Before you realized, Banri pulled you inside the house.

When both of you stepped into the house, it still had those cobwebs, mangled limbs, and teared sheets. But the only light coming from the small lanterns made it the place eerie. You felt your heart race. You were uncertain what feeling was this.

At the corner of your eye, you noticed a spare lantern at the corner of the room. You were about to grab that lantern, then suddenly, a bloodied ghost jumped in front of you.

Banri instinctively put his arm in front of you. Looking over his shoulder, he said, “Babe, are you okay?”

For one moment, your face was blank. Banri was about to shake you, but then you smiled. “It’s not that scary at all!”

Banri squinted at you. Were you becoming crazy or was he becoming insane? Whatever it was, he knew your reaction before was no joke. “Weren’t you freaking out like a while ago?”

“I was not freaking out! I was just excited,” you defended.

Banri incredulously stared at you. “Really?”

You nodded. “I just didn’t realize until that ghost came.”

Banri gazed at you for a little longer before letting out a sigh. “I got worried for nothin’…”

“What?”

“It’s nothin’.” He sighed, but then he smirked. “Since you ain’t a scaredy cat, how ‘bout we have a competition?”

You sighed. “Of course, you’ll beat me.”

He pecked your cheek. “Can’t deny that.”

“Did I say I won’t try?” Then you sped off, making Banri let out a surprised ‘oi!’.

However, he did not opt to chase you. One, because he knows this haunted house was a piece of cake. And second, you were now enjoying yourself. And that’s most important.

When Tsumugi saw your quivering state, it’s like an arrow pierced his heart. It pained him to see you so afraid of something. Some may say that a haunted house was not a big deal. But based from your reaction, it certainly was a big deal. He wanted to erase that fear, but if not, he should at least soothe you.

Tsumugi clasped his hand in yours, his warmth transferring to you. “We could do another thing, (First Name). Don’t force yourself.”

You looked up, and your eyes met his. You always told him before that his eyes looked like a part of the ocean filled them. Oceans may be scary, especially when their waves raged. However, they gave you a sense of calmness whenever stilled. That was your boyfriend’s eyes. Thus, you felt your fear dissipated in the ocean of Tsumugi’s tranquility.

And because of this, you shook your head. “No, we’re going in here.”

Your boyfriend frowned. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. Then you tapped your cheek. “For protection.”

Your boyfriend immediately understood, which made him blush. He wasn’t used to PDA even though you’ve been dating for months. However, if his kiss can give you comfort, then he’ll do it.

He gave you a quick peck on your cheek and quickly turned away. You didn’t miss that tinge of pink blooming on his cheeks.

“Let’s go.”

When both of you stepped into the house, it still had those cobwebs, mangled limbs, and teared sheets. But the only light coming from the small lanterns made it the place eerie. You felt your heart race. You were uncertain what feeling was this.

At the corner of your eye, you noticed a spare lantern at the corner of the room. You were about to grab that lantern, then suddenly, a bloodied ghost jumped in front of you.

Tsumugi covered your eyes with his hand. “Don’t peek.”

He knew that you already saw the ghost. However, this was at least he can do. He didn’t want your gaze to linger further it; it may imprint itself on your mind, which he definitely doesn’t want to happen.

But then you removed his hand from your eyes, which alarmed Tsumugi. “Wait, the ghost didn’t go back-”

“I know, and I appreciate your effort. But I’m not afraid of these things.”

Tsumugi blinked. He opened his mouth, and then closed it again.

“Uh... Tsumugi?”

He rubbed his neck. “Sorry. It’s just... are you really sure you’re not afraid?”

“Yes, I’m sure! Anticipation almost killed me outside. And besides,” you tapped the spot on your cheek your boyfriend kissed. “This gives me the boost.”

Tsumugi frowned and his concerned eyes still remained. You know this look. It was the mother hen mode activating. Before he could speak, you gave him a chaste kiss.

“No nagging. Come on! I want to bust this place out!”

Tsumugi felt himself heat up. A sudden kiss in a haunted house… never mind that. What he should focus on was your sudden change. He wanted to ask numerous questions, but he can’t form the words. No, he cannot even fathom that occurrence.

Then Tsumugi saw you smiling at another ghost that popped out of nowhere. He didn’t know when, but he felt his lips curve into a smile. Well, as long as you enjoyed yourself, he was assured.

[uenodivision]

Sakurai Clan Drama Track 1 - So It Goes.

Pt. 4

-- Yanaka Cemetery, Ueno Division --

[The time was approximately 6:20 P.M., meaning the sun was setting just below the city line, and night was approaching, though light was still present in the sky. The city's cemetery, Yanaka Cemetery, was peaceful during this time of day, or rather, the moment was very tranquil. The wind was blowing, scattering the cherry blossom petals along the pathway and onto some of the graves.]

[Walking through the cemetery, the figures of Kisouna and Yomi Yuzairu, who was holding her mother's hand, stopped at a not-so-small gravesite which read: 'Here lies Saito Yuzairu: A loving husband and a good father. May he R.I.P.']

[Kneeling downward, the attorney placed a small bouquet of red and white roses atop the gravesite before standing back up, still holding onto her daughter.]

Kisouna: *smiling sadly* Hello, my husband. It’s good to speak with you again. *Pats her daughter’s head* I brought our daughter with me today.

Yomi: *Waves at the gravesite* Hi daddy.

Kisouna: *Smiles at her daughter before looking back at the grave* I'm sorry we haven't come to see you in a long while. A lot of things have happened since we last spoke.

Yomi: *Excited* Yeah! Mommy's going to enter a song tournament!

Kisouna: *Laughs at her daughter* Yes, like our daughter said, I'm entering a tournament alongside two others. The three of us are...

[As the widow continued speaking to the grave (with her daughter interceding at some points), the figures of Aranai Norikoru and Shisuta Heisha were a ways away from their teammate, silently watching her. The nun had a smile on her face as she looked at her friend and daughter, whilst the former Bōsōzoku was leaning against a tree with her hands behind her head, a bored look on her face.]

Shisuta: *Notices Aranai's facial features* Something bothering you, Aranai?

Aranai: *Shrugs her shoulders, still bored* Not really. Just never been a big fan of cemeteries.

Shisuta: Ah. Do they frighten you?

Aranai: *Looks at her friend, an incredulous look on her face* What? No!

Shisuta: Ah, my apologies. Then how exactly do they bother you?

Aranai: *Shrugs her shoulders again, frowning* I don't know. I just don't really see the point in them, is all.

Shisuta: *Frowns a bit* What do you mean? Cemeteries are places to honor the dead and comfort their souls. It's a place for people who have embarked upon the 'eternal sleep'.

Aranai: *Looks at Shisuta, frowning* Okay, one: please don't say those kind of things around me. And two: I obviously know that. I just don't see the point in remembering something that's no longer here.

Shisuta: *Looks at Aranai, shocked* Aranai-chan, I cannot believe what I am hearing. You surely cannot mean that.

Aranai: *Shrugs, not bothered by what she said as she looks out in the distance* I just don't see the need or the point in dredging up things that already happened. The past is the past. People should let it stay there.

Aranai: *Looks back at Shisuta* What good does bringing up old stuff or honoring the dead do?

[Listening to her leader talk, the Catholic nun's frown deepened. Though she knew Aranai was only speaking that way because of her age and naivety, Shisuta still did not like hearing her friend speak that way.]

Shisuta: You say that honoring the dead does no good?

Aranai: *Shrugs again* Pretty much. *Looks off in the distance and spots something* Prime example...

[Shisuta looked as Aranai pointed to a young couple who were standing by a gravesite, a ways away from where Kisouna and Yomi were. The woman had both hands over her eyes as she was sobbing, whilst the man had a comforting hand on her shoulder.]

Aranai: Coming here to this place is obviously causing that woman a lot of grief. So why come?

Aranai: *Puts her hand back down and leans back against the tree* Places like these only exist to make people miserable.

Shisuta: *Shakes her head 'no'* I have to disagree. *Looks back at the mourning woman* You say that this place serves to make people miserable or has no meaning. I don't believe so.

Shisuta: I think... the meaning helps those who were left behind come to terms with reality.

Aranai: *Cocks an eye at Shisuta* Reality?

Shisuta: *Nods* Yes. *Looks back at the woman* This place helps to let people know that though their loved ones are no longer here physically, they are still with them in mind and spirit.

Shisuta: *Looks around the cemetery* This place is filled with memories. Some good, and some sad. Being here helps one to remember all those moments they had. They are a... treasure.

Aranai: *Looks around the cemetery* But this is just a place. Memories are something you have with you all the time, right?

Shisuta: *Smiles* We humans have a tendency to give meaning to places and things.

Aranai: *Looks off sideways* Not me.

Shisuta: Oh? *Still smiling* Then what about your motorbike that you seem to care so much for?

Aranai: *Looks at Shisuta, surprised before frowning* That's different!

Shisuta: *Continues smiling* Oh? And in what way?

[As she opened her mouth to speak, the former Bōsōzoku slowly closed it. Why did she keep her Yamaha around? Was it because it was just her preferred way of transportation? No, that wasn't it. If she had said that, she'd just be lying to Shisuta and herself. No, the real reason she liked, no, loved that bike was because it reminded her of the days when she and her gang were together.]

[Realizing the nun's point, the group leader groaned and just looked away, refusing to look at the nun, who was no doubt smiling as she had given Aranai something to ponder about. After several minutes, the duo looked as Kisouna and her daughter walked up to them.]

Kisouna: Sorry for the wait.

Shisuta: *Still smiling* It's no trouble. *Looks down at Yomi* And how was your talk with your daddy, Yomi-chan?

Yomi: *Beams* Good! I told Daddy all about how school is!

Shisuta: That's truly outstanding, Yomi-chan. I'm sure he's very happy to hear that.

[Aranai, who chose not to include herself in the conversation, still had her back to the tree, a bored look on her face. However, a frown soon replaced it as she suddenly started looking around, alert.]

Shisuta: *Notices her teammate's behavior* Something wrong, Aranai-chan?

Aranai: *Doesn't answer right away* ...Anyone else notice how quiet this place got all of a sudden?

[The attorney prepared to open her mouth, stating that cemeteries were supposed to be quiet. However, after carefully listening to her surroundings, she noticed that her team leader was correct: it was far too quiet.]

[A 'caw caw' was heard as a bird on a nearby tombstone flew away towards the entrance, making the four females turn their attention to it. Their eyes grew wide as suddenly surrounding them were a group of miscreants, serious looks on each of their faces. They all looked to out-of-sorts to be called a gang, but the looks on their faces made them seem too focused to be called thugs, either.]

[What drew the women's attention was what each man had in one of their hands: a microphone. It was highly unlikely that Chuohku would send a bunch of thugs a pair of Hypnosis Microphones, so there was only one explanation: they were all illegal mics.]

Aranai: *Glares at the gang* Who the hell are you losers?

[If the gang heard the team leader's question, they chose not to respond.]

Kisouna: *Also glaring at the gang* She asked you all a question. Identify yourselves at once.

Yomi: *Hiding behind her mother* M-m-mommy?

[Shushing her daughter, the attorney and the rest of SC looked as the gang parted, making way for an elderly gentleman wearing a black tuxedo with a green vest and carrying a brown and gold walking cane, though he was not using it.]

???: Would you three happen to be the Ueno Division's team, Sakurai Clan?

Aranai: *Glaring at the old man* Who the hell wants to know, Gramps?

Shisuta: *Frowns at Aranai, before looking at the old man* Forgive me, but you seem to have us at a disadvantage. May we know who you are?

???: Ah, of course. Please forgive me. *The old man bows placing his right hand over his chest* I am Akiharu Hino, head retainer of the Chōten family.

Kisouna: Chōten? *Kisouna frowns, as her brain tries to remember exactly where she's heard that name from*

Shisuta: I see. And is there something we can do for you, Hino-san?

Hino: My master, Tomi Chōten, wishes to speak with you all. Thus, he has invited you all to join him for dinner at his residence in Aoyama.

Aranai: *Scoffs* Ha! Invited? Give me a break!

Aranai: If this is just an invitation... *Aranai waves her at the thugs still staring at the Ueno team, poised and ready to attack* ...Then what the heck is up with your Goon Squad here?

Kisouna: *Nods* I have to agree with my friend. Judging from the appearance of these men, this doesn't seem to be an invitation we can refuse, is it?

Hino: *Sighs* Sadly, my lady, you are correct. My master was rather... insistent that I have you three there, and he wouldn't take anything less than a 'yes', I'm afraid.

[Both Aranai and Kisouna continued to frown at the gang and the old man, but subtly exchanged a nod with one another as their hands were in their respective pockets, feeling for their Hypnosis Microphones.]

Kisouna: *Has her hand wrapped around her mic in her pocket* Well, I am sorry to disappoint you, good sir. But I am afraid we must refuse your master's gracious invite. Perhaps another time, if possible.

Hino: *Sighs* As I stated, my lady, I am afraid I cannot refuse my master's orders, no matter what they may be.

Aranai: *Chuckles, taking out her mic* You really wanna do this, Gramps? Fine with me!

[As Aranai was about to make the first move, she looked as Shisuta placed an arm in front of her, halting her movement.]

Kisouna: *Surprised* Shisuta?

Aranai: *Shocked and upset* What the heck are you doing?

Shisuta: *Speaking out loud to everyone* I feel it would be very rude and disrespectful to disturb the slumber of those resting here.

Aranai: *Upset* Seriously, Shisuta?! Now is not the time for religious rules and stuff.

Kisouna: I have to agree, Shisuta. This isn't my ideal place for a battle either, but we have no choice.

Shisuta: *Frowns at her teammates* Do you two really want to battle in a cemetery? In front of a child?

[Pointing to Yomi, Kisouna and Aranai looked as the four-year-old was still clinging to her mother's skirt, scared.]

Shisuta: *Looks at Hino* We will accept your invitation, on the terms that you and your... friends agree not to do any of us any harm.

Hino: *Bows* Of course not. Thank you very much, milady.

20 minutes later...

-- Chōten Residence, Aoyama Division --

[After a tense, but uneventful ride in a long, black limousine, the group of SC finally arrived at their destination: a large, inconspicuous mansion that easily took up several acres of land. For the most part, the three women were impressed, though considering their current circumstance, they knew to be on their guard.]

Kisouna: *Whispers to Aranai as they step out of the car* Are you sure Yomi will be alright?

Aranai: *Whispers back* Yomi will be fine. Kaba promised to text me if anything happened... not that anything should happen.

[Before leaving, Kisouna requested that she leave her daughter behind with Aranai's friends. Though Yomi begged to come with her, Kisouna's decision was final, though she knew how upset her daughter would be.]

Kisouna: I'll have to buy her some cake to make it up to her when this is over.

[Sensing her friend's distress, Shisuta placed a comforting hand on Kisouna's shoulder, smiling at her, which prompted the attorney to smile back. Their attention was drawn to Hino, who walked in front of them.]

Hino: *Looking at the Ueno team* I thank you all again for agreeing to my master's request. I apologize greatly for the methods I used to obtain your cooperation.

Hino: *Bows to SC* I humbly beg your forgiveness.

[Sensing the sincerity in the old man's voice, Shisuta stepped forward.]

Shisuta: It is fine. Though our introduction could have been better, we thank you for doing no harm to us or my friend's daughter.

Shisuta: *Bows back* You are forgiven, Hino-san.

Aranai: Tch, speak for yourself...

Hino: *Bows again* Thank you kindly, my lady. *Raises his head* If you'll follow me, I'll introduce you to my master.

[Leading the way, the Ueno Division team followed the old butler as he walked up the stairs to the entranceway, through the front door.]

Aranai: *Rubbing her left arm* This place makes my shoulder blades itch.

Kisouna: *Follows behind Aranai* I'm in agreement. *Looks around* It feels as if I'm being scrutinized.

Shisuta: That is simply because we are all out of our comfort zones. *Looks at her teammates, smiling* Let us be done with our business here and return to Ueno quickly, shall we?

Aranai: Peh, you'll get no argument here from me.

Kisouna: Indeed.

[Still following behind the old butler, the trio was led upstairs to the second story to an outdoor patio, where a long dining table with a graceful white tablecloth was situated. The table was elegantly set to serve up to eight people. Standing in front of the table, looking out over the district of Aoyama, were three men communicating with one another.]

Hino: *Bowing with his hand over his chest* My lord, I've returned. *Turns back to the women*

Hino: Ladies Aranai, Shisuta, Kisouna, may I introduce to you, *Points to the heaviest man of the trio with muscles on him* ...Master Karada Kessaku...

Karada: *Turns to the women, putting his right hand up in the air* What's up?!

Hino: *Points to the tallest of three men* ...Master Luis Kōkyū...

Luis: *Turns to the women, nodding his head at them, a neutral expression on his face* A pleasure.

Hino: ...And lastly, my master and leader, Master Tomi Chōten.

[The last one in the group, the man in the middle, slowly turned around, revealing his features to the group, who were surprised to see that he was a young man, still in his early-to-mid 20s.]

Tomi: *A smirk appears on his face as he bows before SC* A pleasure to meet you, Sakurai Clan. *Raises back up* I thank you dearly for accepting my invitation.

Aranai: *Scowls and scoffs* 'Invitation?' Yeah right. Is that what you call sending your thugs to ambush us into getting to meet with you?

Shisuta: Aranai!

Tomi: *Places his left hand over his body, bowing* My apologies. I instructed Hino-san to use any means necessary to get you to come. I apologize if I've offended or hurt you in any way.

[Aranai and Kisouna felt their faces frown, as their disliking for this man was slowly rising. Though his apology sounded sincere, they could tell that it had a somewhat mocking tone to it.]

Tomi: *Notes the ladies' frowns, but continues smirking* Again, I sincerely apologize. If it will make you feel better, I can have the Aoyama Police Department send some units down to apprehend the men who ambushed you.

Kisouna: *Still frowning* Thank you, but there is no need. The crime happened in our city of Ueno. Therefore, we will take care of it ourselves.

Shisuta: *Looks worriedly at Kisouna* Kisouna-san...

Tomi: *Looks surprised, but shrugs it off* If that is what you desire, then I shall respect your wishes.

Aranai: Tch, don't make it seem like you're doing us a favor, pal.

Tomi: Well then... *Waves his hand over the table* ...Shall we have dinner?

Five minutes later...

[Within a few minutes, everyone present was seated at the table with a plate of food in front of them. Except for Shisuta, who had a simple plate of salad, everyone was served a cooked steak with melting butter on top and lettuce beneath it, along with a side of peas and fries. To complete it, everyone also had a glass of red wine beside them.]

[While the men of the table were talking and eating with no complaint, the three women felt a bit awkward, despite the free meal. Though the dinner didn't seem to have any ulterior motives, they could not help but feel that there was more to this than Tomi was letting on. Truthfully, the young socialite could tell the women were feeling uncomfortable, and he was enjoying every second of it.]

Tomi: *Notes the girls' expression* Is something wrong? Is the meal not to your liking?

Shisuta: *Looks up from her salad, surprised* N-no! No, we are thankful for the meal you've prepared, Tomi-san. Really, we are. *Bows her head in 'thanks'*

Shisuta: It is just... we are simply wondering... well, what exactly the purpose of all of this is...?

Kisouna: I have to agree. *Puts down her dinner fork* You can't have called the three of us out here simply for a dinner.

[Tomi felt himself smirking, inwardly. He heard about the intellect and intuition of the Ueno team. And it seems he was not mistaken.]

Tomi: *Takes a sip of his wine before placing it down* You are correct. There is a reason I called you here.

Tomi: As you are no doubt aware, the Division Rap Battle tournament will be commencing in just a week or so. *Places his hands in front of him* And as the bracket shows, the first match will be between the Ueno team, Sakurai Clan, and the Aoyama team, the Jet Set Trio.

Karada: That's us, yo! *Points to himself and his friends*

Luis: Yes, I think they realized that already, Karada.

Kisouna: Of course! That's why the name 'Chōten' sounded so familiar! He's the leader of the Aoyama team, Jet Set Trio! How could I forget something so important?

[As the prosecuting attorney was mentally chastising herself, she snapped out of her reverie when she heard her leader speak.]

Aranai: So... what? Is this meal supposed to be some way to wish us 'good luck' or something?

Tomi: Not exactly. *Chuckles softly to himself* I called you here because I think that we all can agree that this D.R.B. is just Chuhoku's way of trying to assert their dominance over all the divisions.

Kisouna: *Nods in agreement* True. This is actually we... *Points to herself and her teammates* ...had discussed before.

Tomi: *Nods back* Yes. And knowing them and their methods, they probably coerced you into joining like they did us, correct?

Aranai: *Looks away, upset* Tch, that's an understatement...

Tomi: Therefore, I think it behooves all of us that the least number of teams available would be for the best.

[The women of Sakurai Clan felt themselves frown in confusion, as they knew not what the young socialite was alluding to.]

Kisouna: *Still frowning* Forgive me, Tomi-san, but what exactly are you saying?

[Looking to one of his servants who was standing diligently by the entranceway, the young socialite nodded to him, which prompted the servant to walk over to the women. Taking something out of his pocket, the females looked as a red envelope was placed in front of each of them. Looking at each other, the women picked up their respective envelopes and could feel that they were filled with something. As a prosecuting attorney and a former Bōsōzoku, both Kisouna and Aranai already had a pretty good idea of what was inside.]

[Opening them up, their suspicions were confirmed as inside each of them was a large bundle of money, close to ¥100,000,000.]

Tomi: *Places his hands in front of him* I'll be frank with you: my associates and I would like you to forfeit our match in the D.R.B. The amount placed in each of your envelopes is equivalent to how much you'd have received if you won the competition.

[As they heard Tomi speak, the women's eyes grew large and they knew not whether it was because of his words or the money they had in their hands. It was now plain to all what exactly this was: a bribe. And as such, Aranai could not stop herself from laughing, drawing attention to everyone present.]

Aranai: *Still chuckling* Really? So, that's what this is all about? Your attempt at getting an easy win? You don't have the balls to face us, so your option is to instead try to get us to quit so you can get off scot-free?

Karada: Woah, hold on there! *Stands up* You're making it sound like we're cowards or something!

Aranai: *Looks at Karada* Yeah, that's exactly what I'm making it sound like!

Kisouna: I have to agree. *Stands up* This attempt at bribery is in not only in poor taste, but it is also very cowardly. If you actually believed that we'd accept your proposal, then I'm sorry to say, you're gravely mistaken.

Shisuta: *Places her arms in front of Aranai and Kisouna* What my friends are trying to say is, though we are grateful for your offer, we sadly cannot accept it.

Tomi: Oh, and may I know the reason why?

Shisuta: *Sighs* Tomi-san, please try to look at this from our perspective. If you were in our place and someone had tried to bribe you, would you accept?

Tomi: *Scoffs* Of course not.

Shisuta: *Smiles* Then, surely you can see...

Tomi: *Interrupts* However... *Stands up* ...I am not you.

Shisuta: *Shocked* ...I am... sorry?

Tomi: As I stated, I am not you. I am of high class, one born above the likes of you peasants. If anything, you all should be honored to be in my presence. And now that I graciously offer you a proposal, you choose to throw in back in my face.

Tomi: *Scowls at the women* That, I cannot forgive.

[At this, all six people felt themselves scowling at one another, even Luis, who was silently eating his meal, stood along Karada and Tomi, frowning at his opponents. Shisuta, the peaceful one of the SC, also could not hold back the frown on her face. The six people stood there for over a minute staring at each other in distaste before Kisouna spoke.]

Kisouna: I feel our time here is now over. Thank you all for the meal and your time. *Turns to leave*

Shisuta: *Bows her head at JST, still frowning* May the Lord continue to bless and keep you. *Follows behind Kisouna*

[Aranai simply scoffed as she turned to follow her friends out of the house.]

Tomi: *Smirks* Yes, run back to that cesspool that you call Ueno City.

[At that, Aranai slowly stopped and turned around, glaring daggers at the JST leader. Slowly walking back to the table, she stood there silently before looking down at the red envelope that she and the others had left behind. Picking it up, she felt that the money was still inside. Holding it up, she did something that shocked and surprised everyone present. Turning it sideways, the former Bōsōzoku ripped up the envelope in half with the money still inside and proceeded to tear it up before throwing it in the air. Noting the shocked look on the young socialite's face, she smirked and again walked out, throwing JST "the bird" as she left.]

A week and a half later...

-- Division Rap Battle Coliseum, Chuohku Ward --

[The Day of the Division Rap Battle Tournament had finally arrived, as the coliseum was packed to the brim with people from all throughout Japan, ready and waiting for the show to get underway. The bracket for the tournament was still unknown, but the divisions representing would be: Ueno, Aoyama, Harajuku, Saitama, Shinagawa, Kyoto, and much more.]

[Speaking of the Ueno team, the Sakurai Clan patiently waited for their time to come in one of the rooms in the coliseum. Aranai sat in one of the lounge chairs in the room, cleaning her Hyp Mic with a white cloth. Shisuta was on the ground, sitting on her legs with her hands clasped together and her eyes closed, silently praying. And lastly, Kisouna, who was also sitting in one of the lounge chairs was silently staring at the wedding ring her husband had given her on their wedding day. She wasn't as devout as Shisuta, but she silently prayed he and her daughter, who was in the stands with Aranai's friends, would give her the strength she needed to win this day.]

[On the other side of the building in another room, the Jet Set Trio of Aoyama also waited for their time to come. Tomi, the leader, was on the phone with his mother and father, who were also in the stands, wishing him the best of luck. Karada was on the ground, grunting as he was doing sit-ups, getting himself pumped and motivated. And Luis was on his phone, looking at a picture of him and his Abuela, his face in a neutral position. She, unfortunately, could not make it to the event, but she promised that she'd be with him there in spirit.]

[Five minutes later, all of the Division teams were out center stage in front of the crowd. Different cheers and chants could be heard as they were all rooting for their respective Divisions to win. Standing in front of the teams was none other than the Deputy Prime Minister, Ichijiku Kadenokoji. A spotlight appeared from above shining down on her as she raised her right arm in the air.]

Ichijiku: The time for the final part of the Division Rap Battle Tournament will now commence!

[At her announcement, the audience began screaming and cheering in anticipation. More lights above came on, showing all of the various teams from the Divisions. Some reveled in the cheer and admiration of the crowds, while some wished they were somewhere else, and others paid no attention, just ready and eager to get started.]

Ichijiku: Before we begin, the Prime Minister and leader of the Party of Words, Ms. Otome Tohoten, would like to speak a few words. You will all give her your undivided attention!

[At this, an image of the Chairwoman's face appeared on the large TV screen in the Coliseum. Her appearance was met with mixed reactions, especially from the teams. Some kept their faces neutral, while most did not bother to hide their disdain or hatred from the woman who was responsible for their not only being there but also for directly or indirectly ruining their lives.]

Otome: The time of using profane weapons and cheap trickery to win a fight has come to an end. A new age has arrived, one where not swords or fists win the day, but the power of one's words. All of you use words to protect and conquer territories. This is undeniable proof that words will always be more powerful than weapons ever could be.

Aranai: *Scowls* This bitch sure loves to hear herself talk, doesn't she?

Kisouna: *Scowls* She reminds me of my opposition: they use a lot of words, but they're really not saying much in the end.

Tomi: *Glares* You'll pay for threatening my family one day, Otome. I promise you that.

Otome: *Holds up a Hypmic* Now, with your Hypnosis Microphone in hand, demonstrate the power of your words, and achieve unconditional victory! The Division Rap Battle Tournament will now begin!

[After her short speech, the Division teams gathered around as Ichijiku explained the rules. After a flip of the coin determining who would strike first, the other teams save for the ones from Ueno and Aoyama remained on stage. The two teams activated their Hyp Microphones before staring each down.]

Ichijiku: Now, if nothing further, it is time to start! Get ready...

BRING THE BEAT!!!

The End

[remywrites5]

James gets jealous of a person trying to flirt with Regulus. Reg is totally unaware of said flirting. Lots of fluff please.

           James Potter knows somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind that he is overprotective of Regulus Black. He convinces himself that it’s merely a byproduct of Regulus being his best mate’s little brother. Sirius and Regulus have a tumultuous relationship even on their best days and James wants to be sure that someone is looking out for Reg – you know – for Sirius’ sake.

           He’s also keenly aware that he’s lying to himself.

           Somewhere around the time that Reg turns sixteen he also turns into a fucking knockout. James is aware of the fact that his best mate is good-looking but he’s never thought about Sirius in that context. Sirius is his brother, has been even before Sirius ran away from home and came to live with him. Besides, he and Sirius are too similar and them being friends is trouble enough.

           All this is a long-winded way of saying James Potter is fucking gone on Regulus Black and he fancies him quite a bit. He’s all pale grey eyes and sharp cheekbones with curly dark hair that softens his features just a bit. James imagines what it would be like to get his fingers into those curls and kiss Reg until he’s breathless. He wonders idly if he would be Reg’s first kiss. The idea that Reg might have snogged someone else makes something dark and angry twist in James’ stomach.

           Now that Sirius is living with the Potter’s, Reg comes to visit sometimes to see him. James likes to think Reg comes to see him too but he knows the main reason for his visits is Sirius. It doesn’t really matter because the point is that Reg comes over to James’ where James can keep an eye on him.

           Reg is over and they’re all playing Super Smash on the Switch. It’s fun and easy being around the two Black brothers in James’ opinion. James and Sirius are so attuned to each other that they can have non-verbal conversations. He knows when they do it drives Reg a little crazy that he’s being left out. James would love to get to that point with Reg but having he doesn’t spend half as much time with Reg as he does Sirius, no matter how much he’d like to.

           James and Sirius keep teaming up against Reg, both of them going out of their way to kill him over and over. He can tell Reg is getting annoyed with them and James is trying and failing not to find it adorable. Reg wrinkles his nose in annoyance and his cheeks keep turning red. James would very much like to kiss him to make him feel better.

           Reg eventually puts down the controller with a huff. “You two are pricks,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest in a pout. “I’m not playing anymore.”

           “Don’t be a sore loser, little bro,” Sirius says, ruffling Reg’s hair.

           James can’t help chuckling when Reg makes a face at Sirius. “Fine, what should we do instead?”

           “We could head down to the shops!�� Sirius says excitedly. He’s already getting to his feet and sliding on his leather jacket despite it being the middle of summer and fairly warm outside. Sirius’ shirt is fashionably ripped along the front and he supposes that offers some kind of breeze.

           Reg and James share a knowing look. They both know why Sirius wants to go down to the shops. There’s a secondhand shop where Sirius likes to find clothes while also flirting with the cashier named Remus. He’s so transparent that James is surprised Remus doesn’t hide every time Sirius comes in.

           James shoves his feet into his trainers before trying and failing to tame his hair. It doesn’t matter how much he attempts to get it to behave, his hair seems to have a mind of its own. He glances at Reg in the mirror and notices Reg watching him. It makes a pleasing feeling radiate in his chest. He wants to ask Reg if he likes what he sees but Sirius is right there. Despite them being so close, James hasn’t worked up the courage to tell Sirius he’s into his brother. He isn’t sure Sirius will necessarily approve, especially if he knew all the things James has daydreamed about doing with Reg.

           Reg catches James eye for a moment and then looks away quickly – more’s the pity – before sitting down on the bed and getting his Doc Martens on. Reg looks good in a pair of dark skinny jeans and a soft grey V-neck t-shirt that James has noticed matches his eyes. The shirt makes it so Reg’s sharp collarbones are on full display and James wants to bite them more than he can say, maybe suck a few lovebites onto Reg’s pale skin.

           Clearing his throat, James figures they should get a move on before he does something stupid. “Should we get lunch while we’re out?”

           “Good idea!” Sirius says excitedly. “Maybe I can ask Remus to join us if he hasn’t taken his lunch break yet.”

           Regulus snorts. “That is if you can manage to ask him without looking like an idiot.”

           James chuckles. “What’ll this be then? Attempt number...oh five hundred or so?”

           Sirius scoffs indignantly. “None of those other ones count,” he says dismissively, tossing his long dark hair over his shoulder.

           James raises an eyebrow. “And why’s that?”

           “Because I say so.” Is Sirius’ less than inspired response. James doesn’t push the issue. He knows that after running away from home and moving in with the Potter’s, Sirius has been a bit out of sorts. Finding that shop and the cute cashier that works there have been something like a sanctuary for Sirius. Sometimes going to see Remus is the only thing that makes Sirius happy. Even if his attempts at flirting seem to constantly go over Remus’ head. James is pretty sure Remus just thinks Sirius is extra friendly and doesn’t get that Sirius is chatting him up.

           There was one time when Sirius convinced Remus t go get ice cream with him during Remus’ break. It had been the happiest James had seen Sirius in a long time. He knew the “date” had been somewhat ruined by his presence but he’d wanted ice cream too. Besides, Sirius had looked a little lost after Remus had agreed to it. James had mostly gone for moral support.

           Sirius goes bounding down the stairs like an overexcited puppy, leaving James and Reg to follow after him. James gestures Reg through the door first and then walks out after him. He resolutely does not look at Reg’s arse in those tight jeans. He’s got enough problems without adding that to the list, especially considering it’s a very nice arse.

           It’s about a ten minute walk to the shops and they keep in line with each other, only breaking apart when someone else is on the sidewalk and needs to get by. There’s one moment when James has to put his hand on Reg’s arm to steer him out of the way of an older woman coming in the opposite direction. It’s sad that just touching Reg is enough to make James feel all gooey inside.

           They go to the secondhand shop first, Flourish and Blotts, so that Sirius can awkwardly try and chat up Remus and maybe invite him to lunch. The store isn’t exactly busy for a Thursday afternoon. A few other kids around their age are there having been off from school. Sirius’ eyes are already searching the store for Remus.

           Reg starts to wander off towards the jeans section and James decides to follow him, hopefully get some time with just the two of them. He pats Sirius on the shoulder. “Good luck,” he tells his best mate before going off to find Reg. “See anything you like?” James murmurs against Reg’s ear, making the younger Black brother jump slightly. He clearly hadn’t heard James approach and James can’t help smirking. Reg turns a delightful shade of pink as he chews on his bottom lip. James wants to offer to do that for him but he manages to hold his tongue.

           Reg grabs a pair of red leather trousers and holds them up against himself to see if they’ll fit. James blinks a few times and hears a funny little noise escape the back of his throat without his permission. He’s fairly certain that if Reg buys those trousers they’ll be the death of James Potter. R.I.P.

           Reg throws them over his arm and moseys on over to the next rack. James notices that Reg has long fingers, his nails perfect manicured to just reach the ends of his fingers. James feels the overwhelming urge to suck on them.

           He follows Reg through another three racks to the point where Regulus now has his arms full of clothes. He looks around for the fitting room and James taps his shoulder, pointing in the direction he knows they are. Reg smiles at him. “You coming?”

           James laughs. “I don’t know how good my opinion will be but sure,” he says with a good-natured shrug. He doesn’t exactly have much of a nose for fashion. His wardrobe mainly consists of t-shirts, sweats and jumpers. Most of his clothes are for function instead of fashion. Besides that, he’s pretty sure he would think Reg looked good in just about anything. Christ, he really has a problem.

           There’s three fitting rooms, each one with a curtain to cover the occupant. James settles into a chair opposite the one Reg goes into and waits. He’s scrolling through instagram idly on his phone when he hears the curtain being pulled back. Reg steps out in his same skinny jeans but now in a red patterned button down shirt. He’s left the top few buttons undone and those damn collarbones are on display again. Regulus looks ridiculous good in red, the color of it matching his dark hair and features. James swallows thickly. “You look really good,” he manages to say, giving Reg a thumbs up like a moron. Reg smiles in return and does a little twirl. The shirt is pulled tight against his shoulders and damn, James really is in trouble.

            When Reg disappears back into the fitting room, James cards his fingers through his hair in an effort to calm down. He’s about twenty degrees warmer than he was just moments ago. He grabs the front of his t-shirt and tugs it a few times to get some airflow against his heated skin.

           Reg comes out of the fitting room several more times and each time James struggles to stay in his seat and not ravish the poor bloke. It’s been a few showings so far but Reg has yet to put on those leather trousers. James licks his lips in anticipation and hopes Reg is going to show them off to him. He wants it more than he can say although he’s well aware that it’s going to take every ounce of his self-control not to immediately rip those trousers right back off Reg.

           The curtain opens and Reg steps out in the trousers looking like pure sex. James grinds his teeth together to keep his jaw from dropping. They fit Reg like a fucking glove, hugging his thin frame in all the right places. They make his legs look impossibly long until they disappear into his Doc Martens.

           Someone wolf whistles behind James and he turns sharply to see who did it. Some bloke who looks to be a few years older than them walks over. He has blond wavy hair and a dopey looking smile on his face. “Those look so good on you,” the stranger says, openly admiring Regulus as if he’s a piece of meat at the deli counter.

           James growls lowly and hopes he’s the only one who can hear it. It seems the stranger isn’t done complimenting Reg.

           “You have to buy them,” he says, clapping his hands together once excitedly as if he and Reg are old acquaintances. “They look like they were made for you.”

           Regulus turns so red he nearly matches the trousers he’s wearing. James finds himself scowling deeply and wishing he could shoot lasers out of his eyes at this guy’s back who is looking at Reg admiringly. “Thanks,” Regulus responds, smiling shyly.

           “Not a problem at all,” the guy says, taking a step closer to Reg. “It’s not every day someone finds something so special, is it?”

           “No, I guess not,” Regulus says in return. He looks down at the trousers and James knows that Regulus thinks this guy is talking about his clothes. “I’m Regulus, by the way.”

           “Gilderoy Lockhart,” the guy says, taking Reg’s hand and tugging him closer so they’re practically chest to chest. “The pleasure is all mine.” This guy has the nerve to bring Reg’s hand to his lips and kiss the back of it like he’s some kind of fourteenth century knight at cout and not some douchebag in a thrift store.

           James is out of his chair in an instant and is yanking Reg back. He notices that this Gilderoy guy has dropped Reg’s hand in surprise. “Hey love, you still had more stuff to try on, didn’t you?” James says, keeping his arm around Reg’s middle, pressing them together back to chest with no space between them.

           “Uh…” Regulus says slowly as if he’s extremely confused. James can’t say he blames him precisely. This must seem like it’s coming out of nowhere.

           “Excuse us, won’t you?” James says icily, guiding Reg into the fitting room and shutting the curtain more forcefully than is strictly necessary.

           “Yes of course!” Lockhart says from the other side. James sighs in relief when he hears footsteps walking away from the fitting room.

           Regulus turns in James’ arms and stares at him. “James, what are you doing?”

           James lets out a whine. “I didn’t like the way he was looking at you,” he tells Reg simply, knowing it’s not really an adequate explanation for his behavior. He’s been acting like a jealous boyfriend and that really isn’t fair. He and Reg aren’t together no matter how much James might want it.

           Regulus reaches up and traces James’ lips softly with his fingertips. “He was just complimenting me.”

           “I know,” James says, frowning despite the fact that Reg is touching his lips and the intimate gesture makes him shiver with want. “Fucking creep.”

           Reg laughs softly. “What do you want, James?”

           “I want to bite your clavicle,” James says without thinking, just blurts it out like an idiot.

           “Oh,” Regulus says, blinking a few times. “Not what I was expecting but okay.”

           James whines again and pulls Reg closer to him. “Fuck Reg, please.”

           “Please what?” Regulus asks, his eyes searching James’ for a moment. “Please let you bite me?”

           James huffs in frustration. “Let me do everything to you. Kiss you, love you, keep you. Come on Reg, you’ve been driving me fucking mental. I’ll be a full blown nutter if this keeps up.”

           Reg smiles and brings his arms up around James’ neck. James has a few good inches on Reg and he finds he enjoys the height difference. “I thought…” Regulus shakes his head once as if to clear it. “I hoped…” Regulus surges up and kisses James softly on the lips. “God yes. Yes to whatever, James. All of it.’”

           James can’t help grinning like an idiot. “Was that your first kiss?” he can’t resist asking. He’s sure the answer is yes by how bright red Regulus turns.

           “Shut up,” Regulus says, biting his bottom lip.

           James extracts his arms from around Reg’s waist so that he can cup Reg’s face in his hands and hold him reverently like he’s something precious. He guides Reg’s face back to his and captures his lips in a much more fulfilling kiss, gently licking his way into Reg’s mouth. He’s going to ruin Reg for anyone else, claim him so completely that no one else will even think he isn’t already spoken for in every conceivable way.

           When he finally pulls back from the kiss, Reg is looking slightly dazed. James takes it as a point of pride that Reg seems so effected. There’s plenty more where that came from.

           “Come on,” James says, grabbing Reg’s clothes off the wall and draping them over his arm. “If Sirius is finally successful in chatting up Remus we might be able to get some time alone back at my house.”

           Regulus chuckles. “I wouldn’t count on it.”

           James winks at Reg. “I don’t care if I have to ask Remus out for him. I’m getting that plonker a date.”

           Regulus shakes his head. “Are you just trying to facilitate getting some alone time with me or are you being a good friend?”

           James shrugs. “I can multitask.” He takes Reg’s hand and leads him out of the fitting room. He nearly breathes a sigh of relief when that git Lockhart is nowhere to be found. They go up to the register where Sirius is standing off to the side, talking animatedly at Remus while Remus watches him with a bemused grin on his face. James can tell by how hard Sirius is working that he still hasn’t gotten the courage up to ask Remus out.

           James reluctantly lets go of Reg’s hand in order to put his purchases on the counter. “Oi Remus, Sirius wants to take you to lunch. You interested?”

           Remus’ eyes widen and he looks from Sirius to James and then back again. “Um, what?”

           James rolls his eyes. “Do you want to have lunch with Sirius because he wants to have lunch with you. He’ll buy.”

           Remus glances over at Sirius, as does James, to find his friend glaring daggers at him. “Uh yeah, I’d like that, Sirius. That sounds nice.”

           “Good,” James says grinning triumphantly. “That’s all settled then.” He risks another glance at Sirius’ who looks wide-eyed and slightly shocked. Remus rings up Reg’s clothes and James is quick to pay for him because that’s what good boyfriends do. Regulus tries to argue about it but James waves him off.

           James takes the bag offered to him by Remus and walks over to Sirius. “Oh, and since you now owe me one it seems like a good time to tell you I’m dating your bother as of about five minutes ago. See you at home!” He claps Sirius on the back and then offers his hand to Reg.

           “What the fuck?” Sirius says, his brow furrowing. “Jamie, what the fuck?”

           “Enjoy your lunch!” James calls over his shoulder as he gently tugs Reg out of the store. With any luck they’ll have a good half an hour or so alone. James has so many ideas of what to do in that half hour that his mind is racing. Number one goal is to snog Regulus as much as possible just because he can and then maybe just hold him for a while and then love him and keep him and cherish him because he does. He really fucking does and he wants Reg to know just how much.

           James notices that Reg is still wearing those leather trousers seeing as he never had an opportunity to change out of them. James starts walking a half a step behind Reg so that he can admire the way Reg walks in them. Regulus seems to know exactly what James is doing but doesn’t say anything, just shooting James a smile over his shoulder. They’re still holding hands but their arms are stretched between them. James can’t help grabbing his phone and taking a picture even though it’s the most cliché Instagram photo imaginable. He posts it anyway just because he can. He captions it with “My boyfriend is smoking fucking hot. Someone call the fire department” because deep down James is a ridiculous human being and he can’t help bragging just a bit. He tags Reg in it and enjoys watching Reg pull out his phone from the notification and looking at the post.

           Reg stops walking and turns towards James. “You’re an idiot,” he says fondly, tugging James forward and kissing him.

           “It’s official now,” James tells him, grinning against Reg’s lips. “You’re stuck with me.” He kisses along Reg’s jawline and down his neck before nipping playfully as his collarbone. It’s everything James hoped it would be. Reg does a sharp intake of breath and tangles his fingers in James’ hair. “Come on, I want you all to myself.” James links his arm around Reg’s waist and guides him back on the path towards James’ house.

           Reg drops his head onto James’ shoulder and sighs contentedly. “Want you more.”

           “That is actually impossible,” James informs him, pressing a kiss to Reg’s temple, his cheek, just behind his ear.

           Reg laughs breathlessly. “It’s not a competition, James.”

           “Well if it was I’d be winning.”

           Regulus shakes his head in amusement. “I’m pretty sure this is a win-win scenario.”

           “Fine,” James concedes, kissing the corner of Reg’s mouth. The walk home has never felt so long before and all he wants is to be able to kiss Reg properly. He’s got a lot of time to make up for. A lot of daydreams to fulfill. “You’re mine and I’m yours. Deal?”

           “Deal.”

[anninhiliation]

Nena

Masterlist

A/N: Me-time, I did write three requests the day before and I realized a good way for me to overcome writer's block is to take me time also yes I should be doing student things but Chris started it. 

Warnings: R.I.P to your pussy

“Nena come here” Chris smirked as he patted his thigh 

“Whats up mi amor?” I questioned as I strutted over to him, wearing only knee-high socks and one of his tee-shirts

I climbed on to his lap and made myself comfortable wrapping an arm behind his neck.  

“I missed you nena” He softly spoke as he wrapped one arm around me, with the other holding my feet up

Yesterday Chris came home from tour and we were sent back into our honeymoon phase. His embrace was warm and welcoming something I missed more than anything. I could feel how soft his exposed torso was through my exposed thigh.

“I missed you too papi" I purred as I leaned my torso on him, feeling his heartbeat connect with mine

His hand massaged my clothed bum as I ran my fingers through his soft hair. Leaning my head on his shoulder Chris’s cologne softly penetrated my senses. We stayed in silence for a little while longer just enjoying the simplicity of the presence of each other. 

"Are you still sore from this morning nena?" Chris growled as he moved his hand from holding my feet to my inner thighs

"Mmm, why don't you find out for yourself?" I flirted as I cupped the side of his face and kissed his neck

His long fingers teased my unclothed slit

“¿Y tu bombacha?" He groaned feeling my juices spill onto the tip of his fingers

“I never put one on” I purred as I nipped his sweet spot

“Nena” He growled as he hooked under my knee caps scooped me up

He carried me bridal style, on to our bed and wiggled himself underneath me. My knee caps pressed onto the bed as Chris wedged his face between my thighs. My hands balanced on his chest, as he hooked his arms on my thighs pressing my core tighter against his face. Chris kissed each thigh before connecting himself to where I needed him the most. He began with gentle kitten licks tasting my juices spill out of me. 

“Chris” I moaned as I squirmed on top of him

His tongue changed direction flicking around my sensitive nub sending me to the stars. 

“F-fuck...Papi” I whimpered as my nails dug into him

His tongue drew stars as I continued to squirm uncontrollably on top of him. Chris added his teeth to the mix, making me lose control on top of him. He let out a groan as I continued to squirm, shaking my core. A knot built up inside me as Chris groaned and slurped underneath me. 

“Papi I'm close” I huffed as he teethed my nub 

He tugged on my pearl before going back to drawing patterns. Chris let out one last groan, making my knot unravel dropping me into the stars. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I screamed out. My thighs shook against Chris’s head, as I rode out my high. I panted as Chris let me go, letting me fall on to the bed. 

Chris flipped over and grabbed my thighs, spreading my legs open as he planted his head between my thighs again.

“Chris” I gasped as he went after my swollen pearl

He drew diamonds on my clit and slide two fingers inside me. My knuckles turned white as I grabbed onto the sheets. He curled his fingers in just the right angle making another knot form in my stomach. He growled as he felt my walls close in on him letting him know I was ready. Pleasure took over my body as Chris slide a third finger in, deliciously stretching me out. My head bent back, as my eyes saw white slipping me into a euphoria. He rode me out until my high dwindled down. His face and fingers slipped away from my entrance as I heard him unzip his pants. 

“Oh my god” I gasped as I realized I was in for a long night of ongoing orgasms.