#agh get the fuck outta here man

[o-i-w-u]

Thanks for reminding me that I should check the sams solar tag too. "cousin Solar" HE'S NOT THEIR COUSIN. How many times do we have to say it before you familial freaks finally understand??!!! Stop pushing back the progress that SolarMoon made. SolarMoon has more potential being canon than Solar being part of the family if you pay attention to every episode they are together

guys big news: i got my first hate ask LETS GO! its that fuckin solarmoon drama guy, get out man.

ship who you want but don't go out and harass people

fucking block and move on if you hate us "famillial freaks' so much lmao

also if you go around harassing artists because they dont agree with your ships, get the fuck off of my blog please and thank you.

[qaxqxd]

JOYRIDE

♡: Logan Howlett x Deadpool!f!reader Genre: Smut (Readers advised, 18+ content ahead.) Warning: Mention of, bondage, oral (receiving and giving), unprotected sex (p in v), some praising and degrading, orgasms denial, overstimulation, fingering, some light teasing from Logan, creampie, cussing, sex with some plot, no mention of y/n, grammar mistakes (english is not my first language) Word count: 2.3k A/n: deadpool reader and wolverine sort of outta character tbh Summary: The car is not the only thing you’re riding. (Takes place during the scene where they fought in the car)

The car drove through the forest as you made little ‘thwups’ noises pretending to be Spider-man. “Stop it.” The metal ding-dong man grumbled. A little saddened by the request, you processed to make one last ‘thwups’ noise before stopping.

You didn’t like the silence in the car, so you decided to try to hold up a convo with Wolvie. “So, if they could fix your world. What’s the first thing you’re gonna do when you get outta here?— Some rubbing alcohol shots? Maybe a wiper fluid chaser?” You snicker.

“What s’did you say?” He cocked his head towards you. Which sent slight shivers down your back, but heated your core. “I said, when you get back, what are you gonna do?” You repeated. “No before that.” He mumbled.

“If… they could fix your world?” You hesitated to say.

The car abruptly stops as Wolvie pulls the brakes. He glared at you, daggers sent your way. If looks could kill you’d probably be dead, even with your rapidly healing abilities.

“What do you mean ‘if’?” He spoke with a deadly tone. “I mean—” He cuts you off. “You lied to me! You don’t have a fucking clue if they can help fix things, do you?” He muttered. “No-? I mean— OH FUCK! FUCK.” You shouted in pain.

His adamantium claws digged into your thigh painfully. “I DIDN’T LIE—!” He cuts you off again. “YOU LIED!” He exclaimed. “NO! I MADE A EDUCATED WISH.” You proclaimed. He frowned at you like it was the dumbest thing you’ve said so far.

You really had no idea if they could, but you really needed him. Your world was dying, because of this hot metal shitbag who decided to play hero and dies in your world. So you needed a replacement. Who knew the replacement would be a total jerk?

Damn, at least he was still hot even when he was yelling at you. Your panties if not already not were soaked.

You both went silent for a bit, before you started speaking again. “Because I need you.” You huffed quickly pulling out a photo of your friends. “This. This is why. Right here.” You pointed at the picture.

“Because If we don’t do anything, they die.” You paused for a second trying to catch your breath, and trying to ignore the painful digging on your left thigh. “I don’t know anything about saving worlds, and why would I care? Because my entire world is right here in this picture.” You rasp.

He just glared at you, fuming. ���It's— only nine people, and I have no idea how to save it alone. I know how to fucked people up for money, but you YOU know how to— well at least the other Wolverine did— AGH.” You yelped as he dug in deeper in your thigh. 

“Well I guess I’m stuck with the worst one!” You ranted. “Did you say you made an educated fuckin’ wish?” He growled. “They call me the merc with the mouth, they don’t call me truthful jimmy blowjob of Saskatoon.” You stated.

He pulled his claws out of your thigh, leaving a deep crimson puddle behind it. “One more word.” He huffs. “Please, give me one.” Wolvie scolded. You paused for a second.

“Gubernatorial” And quickly flinched at him almost punching you. “Y’know what? You’re a fucking joke. No wonder the Avengers didn’t take you, or the X-Men.” He let out a bitter laugh. “And they’ll take fuckin’ anyone. I mean you are ridiculous, immature, half wit-moron.” He paused for a bit to breathe.

“I have never met a sadder, more attention starved, jabbering little prick. In my entire life, and that says a lot, because I’ve been alive for more over two-hundred fuckin’ years. And I’ll tell ya’, that bald chick was right ‘bout one thing. You will NEVER save the world. YOU couldn’t even save a RELATIONSHIP WITH A GODDAMN STRIPPER. 

MOTHERFUCKER I wish I could say you die alone. BUT IT IS GOD’S BEST JOKES THAT YOU CAN’T DIE, AND HAVE THAT ON ALL OF US.” He shouted, hitting his fist on the car roof.

You stayed quiet, processing every little hurtful detail he just threw at you.

“You got nothin’ to say? Mouth?” He scoffed in your face. You both went quiet, only the sound of his breathing was audible. “I’m going to fight you now.” You huffed. He laughed bitterly in your face. “Oh are you?—” Your fist hits his face, and his nose starts dripping.

He hits you multiple times in the face, before you two go on a whole kicking and punching situation with his claws out too. He quickly ties you up to the seat and he claws you. You quickly kick him out of the vehicle, trying to unbuckle yourself.

He got launched outside the windshield, and you climbed to the back. God, the Honda Odyssey was a nice car. Too bad Nicepool wasn’t getting it back in mint condition, but I don’t think he would’ve mind.

Wolvie jumped back in the car pushing his claws pushing into you again, ouch. He pushed you outside the car through the sunroof, and you weren’t going to let that slide. So you jumped back into the car through the window, with the baby knives in your hands.

This time you were on top of him pinning him against the seat. I mean it wasn’t a bad spot to be in. You could feel him underneath your already drenched clothing. “The fight makin’ your eggplant rise, Wolvie?” You teased him, by pressing against his clothe bulge.

“Shut. the. fuck. up.” He sneered back. As he pushed you onto the seat. He grabbed the knives out of your hand and threw them out. He used the seatbelts to tie your hands together, and you both calmed down for a bit.

Man, the position you were in right now was sort of hot. You could feel your core begging him for it. You know he could smell the arousal from you, he always was when he first met you. You were a horny sonofabitch.

He’s been trying to ignore it this whole time, but he's done with that bullshit. “Quick question, is it made out of metal?” You broke the silence. “What?” He grumbled. “Your dick, because if it is—” He pulled the mask off just a bit to see your nose and mouth, and pulled you in for an aggressive kiss.

His tongue discovering your whole mouth. You didn’t hold back either, engaging with his tongue. He had his hand on your hips sliding to unbuckling your pants. Once he did, he saw your damp panties.

It was a pretty pink color with a small bow in the front. He almost thought it was a little cute. Hell, you were so soaked for him. He peels off your underwear to reveal your puffy cunt. He pulled off his gloves with his teeth and inserted two digits into you.

You squeal at the sudden push. He didn’t need lube or anything because of how soaking wet you were. His fingers curl at you clenching onto him. His finger pumped in a rough circular motion. “All wet from me?” he groans, his pants tighten. “Don’t let it get to you, wolf boy.” You grinned, it was getting tougher to breathe as you could feel your first orgasm.

Once Logan felt you getting too close, he withdrew his fingers. You let out a pout. “What the fuck, dickhead?” Your cunt was pulsing for his touch. You tried squeezing your thighs together to make some friction. He let out a bitter chuckle.

You knew how ridiculous you must look right now. He pulled your legs apart as he inserted his fingers again. Repeating the same pumping motion just to pull out again at the brink of your orgasm.

He was teasing you, and he loved every moment of it. He kept your legs apart, making sure you couldn’t create any friction at all. You had to sit there shaking, as you needed a release so bad. Even the slightest bit.

You knew that fuckers was trying to get you to beg for it. You cussed at him everytime he withdrew his fingers when you were close. “Don’t wanna talk now, huh?” He laughed. “Fuck. You.” You sneered at him.

Your hands were still tied to the seatbelt. He flicked your clit, making you jolt from the sensation. His face got close to your puffy folds and he blew cold air onto it, making you arch. You felt a warmth entering your folds.

His tongue explored your folds in and out. You came immediately at the feeling, and heard him chuckling. He didn’t let you ride it out; he just kept on going. Your thighs trembled at him eating you out.

He did not need to be this good at it, it made you feel dizzy from the feeling. He looked at you with desire in his eyes. “God, Wolvie, you are an animal.” You spoke with a tremble. He ripped another orgasm from you this time letting you ride it out.

He wiped his face from your slick and unbuckled his own pants. Your jaw almost dropped by the size of it. It was fucking hugh. “Oh my honey buns!! How do you expect that to fit inside— mphm!” He covered your mouth, “It’ll fit.” He angles himself to your entrance.

He slides into you with ease and a soft moan escapes your lips and that was his trigger. Your legs straddle against his hips. His hips buckle against you. He lets you adjust to him before he starts pounding into your weeping cunt.

This man was going to ruin every man for you. The way he's grinding against you endlessly got you drunk on him enough. Strings of moans and satisfaction left your mouth. He held the fat of your ass, while his other hand was pushing down on your stomach.

“Look at you, struggling to talk, hm?” He grunted, he had that shit eating grin on him. As much as you wanted to say something it was hard real hard. “F—uck, fuck, fuck, Wolvie.” You spat his name out. He felt your clenching and how deliciously you were squeezing his cock.

He rocks his hips into you, as his pace is relentless. The blood rushes into your head as your third orgasm is pulled. His cock covered by your slick. “Aren’t you just a slut? Coming on my cock like that.” He scolded.

His claw came out and you flinched. “Calm down, bub.” He hissed, he cut the seatbelt off of you. Your hands were finally free, you moved them around to wake them up after being in the same position for a long time.

He pushes your head down, “Ah, open.” He grunts, you comply, planning to bite his dick off. Which your plan completely foils, “If you bite it off, I’m not letting you cum.” He added, you made what seemed to be a grumble noise.

But your mouth stuffed with his cock, who knows. He pushes your head deeper into his girth. Your tongue wrapped around his length. It was quite salty, groans and grunts escaped from his mouth as your head bobs.

You could tell he was getting close by the way he pushed your head down further, almost getting you to gag on it. He eventually releases down your throat, having you choke on it a little. It had a salty and bitter taste, but it wasn’t so terrible.

You found his mouth pressed against yours, again. His rough yet somewhat passionate kiss, led you on top of his body. You both let go to catch your breath, and you felt his cock hit your back.

‘Fuck’ you cursed mentality. It was hard, again. He lifted your hips up where your cunt met his cock again, and it perfectly kissed your cervix. You let out a harsh moan, and instinctively started to grind on him.

He held his hand around your hips, basically guiding your hips in a motion. “Right there, princess.” He grunted. Your thigh trembles from the overwhelming sensation. You don’t even know if you could come again.

Even though your body rapidly regenerates, you still get tired. Unlike this mad man, he could go on forever. You push those thoughts away as you try to give him one last orgasm. The circular motion began to pick up speed.

Your hips sway against him and your cunt bouncing on top of his length. Your hands on his chest while your head limps forwards. He could tell you were getting desperate from how sloppy you were moving.

Yeah he might have tried killing you multiple times after your “Educated Wish” situation, but he was still a gentleman. Having a soft spot for women even if it means including you. “Where do you want it, princess?” He huffed which drew you back to reality.

“God, Inside, please.” You whined. You came for the fourth time, and as your walls clench onto his cock. His warm seed fills you, painting your pretty walls. Making a mess on his lap. You instantly fall asleep on top of him.

Your snores, making him realize you were knocked out. He pulled out and a whine escaped your lips, losing the warmth that he provided. He was a gentleman enough to redress you. He decided he’ll figure out what to do with you tomorrow.

He tried pulling you away from his chest, but you held on tight, so he gave up and fell asleep with you on him anyways.

[written-in-bl00d]

Interrogated by a beast

(konigxfem!reader)

TW: non-con, violence, imprisonment

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Description - You wake up to find yourself alone in an interrogation room with Konig

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You where hiding along the side of a burned out gray building, the remnants of the tall building casted a long shadow on you. In the distance you could hear the deafening sound of gun fire.

*boom!*

The ground shook as another bomb exploded near by.

“Fuck..” you whispered to yourself softly.

You arm yourself with your weapon and peer around the corner of the old building, sunlight flooding your eyes. As your vision started to adjust to the light and the sight before you started to unfold you felt a sharp *whack!* To the back of your head. Everything went dark.

Hours went by before you started to awaken. Softly groaning you start to open your eyes. You wince as you can feel the pounding of your head, it grows as your consciousness returns.

“Good morning der schatz” a raspy voice echoed against the walls

Your eyes dart the room scanning for the figure who broke the silence. You finally land on a towering man leaning against a cold steel table, his arms are crossed, face covered.

You weren’t sure what to make of the situation you found yourself in, what did he want? How did such a big man sneak up on you? The questions where endless. You try to move but you’re restricted.

The man signed “you can try all you want little taube, but I don’t think you’re going to get very far.”

You look down at your situation, all your protective gear was gone. You’re left in nothing but your black cargo pants and long sleeve shirt. You look back up at the man.

“Okay. Okay. You caught me…but I’m afraid you’re not going to get anything out of me.” You’re voice was calm, but this seemed to only rile him up. His eyes traveled your body from head to toe, they where ice cold and they where cutting through you like daggers. He stood up from his slouched position on the table and walked over to you. You’re eyes never left his, cold and dark he inches towards you. As he approached you he placed a finger on your shoulder, sliding it along your sitting frame and he circled you. Remaining silent the entire time.

A shiver ran down your spine as he came back into view. He was but a mere few inches from you, his large figure dwarfing yours. You peek up at him through your eyelashes.

“Like I said” you uttered out with a quivering smirk “you’re not getting a single thing outta m-.”

*SMACK*

With no hesitation the middle of his palm collided with your right cheek. Your head twisted to the side from the force.

“Agh….f-fucker.” You stammer out.

He gazed down at you while stroking your cheek with his thumb. Realization began to set in as you peer up at him. You’re fucked.

“Now look…” his voice was calm but firm. “I need to know where your camp is. That’s all.” He smirked and ran his hand under my chin forcing you to keep your gaze locked with his.

“Your base has already been compromised. We both know that, and considering you guys where out there in the field…well I’d have to assume a few of you Kakerlake got away.” He let’s go of your chin and steps off to the left of you.

You remain silent, not a single sound escapes your lips. You watch him walk around you until he’s out of sight, suddenly you feel his hands on both of your shoulders. Your breath hitches and you close your eyes bracing for another hard smack to your face, or worse a gun to your head. He squeezes your shoulders firmly and leans down next to your ear.

“You know…” he trails off, his left hand begins to trail down your body. “None of us here have seen a pretty face like yours in some time…” you can feel his breath against your ear and it sends electric shocks all throughout your body.

You whimper and turn your head away from him. Sure you haven’t been touched in months, but what he’s implying is just nonsense. One of his big hands begins to travel back down your body stopping at your breast. He begins to massage your breast while softly leaving a trail of kisses on your neck. How could he be so gentle and rough at the same time? Your body begins to heat up as his hand travels down to your thighs.

“S-stop” you manage to stammer out, but a part of you didn’t want him to stop. A part of you knew that you wanted him to continue using your body as he pleased.

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[howlingday]

Ruby: What's this? "Noodle Cart This Way"? (Kicks the sign)

Old Man Shopkeep: HEY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN'?!

Ruby: OH FUCK! THAT'S OLD MAN SHOPKEEP! I gotta get the hell outta here!

Ruby: (Clears her throat) Uh, hi! Um, I didn't see you there. Is this your sign?

OMSK: Yeah, it's my sign! And it cost me my whole marketin' budget for the whole month to make, you jerk! THAT'S A LIEN TWENTY FIVE I'LL NEVER GET BACK! So I'd appreciate it if you didn't kicking around in it's general vicinity!

Ruby: Okay! Sorry about that! I'll only knock it down if there's an emergency!

OMSK: An emergen- Are you- If you so much as DENT that sign, kid, YOU'RE GONNA BE IN AN EMERGENCY! YOU'RE GONNA BE IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM!

Ruby: Okay! I'll only break the sign if I'M in an emergency!

OMSK: JUST DON'T TOUCH THE SIGN!

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Ruby: (Steps near the sign)

OMSK: HEY! WHADDID I JUST SAY?!

Ruby: Uh, don't touch the sign unless it's an emergency?

OMSK: Ye- NO! Don't touch the sign PERIOD!

OMSK: Wait, is there an emergency?

Ruby: Uh, no?

OMSK: THEN WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING THE SIGN?!

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Ruby: (Taps the sign)

OMSK: HEY! You got shorts turn memory or somethin', kid?! Quit touching the sign!

Ruby: Sorry! I forgot!

OMSK: Then allow me to say it again! DON'T! TOUCH! THE SIGN!

Ruby: ...I forgot again!

OMSK: DON'TTOUCHTHESIGN! DON'TTOUCHTHESIGN! DON'TTOUCHTHESIGN!

Ruby: I forgot! I forgot! I forgot! I forgot!

OMSK: AGH, FORGET IT!

Ruby: I already did!

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Ruby: (Puts hand on the sign)

OMSK: Am I in a time loop? Why do I feel like I'm in a time loop? Kid, do I look like I'm in a time loop to you?

Ruby: Beats me! I've never seen you before!

OMSK: Are you- You can't be- Come on! You're messing with me, right?

Ruby: ...Yeah, I'm just kidding!

OMSK: Oh! Phew! Okay! You really had me there! For a second there, I thought-

Ruby: Hey, so, about this sign?

OMSK: DON'T TOUCH THE FUCKING SIGN!

[j3st3r-13]

bars,brawls and brotherhood

hey, @bedazzledroach i’m your valentines @gtavfest art swap buddy, i wrote about Trevor/Lamar platonic hangout. this is pretty wholesome in my view however there is mentions of referenced drug use and references to to sex lmao

hope you like it  and happy valentines day :)

pairing: platonic Lamar/Trevor 

word count: 2452 words

summary: Lamar’s bored and thats never good for anybody, especially Franklin as it leaves him to clear up Lamar’s mess, but one fateful night Lamar goes in search of a certain hillbilly to entertain him, Lamar shouldn’t be surprised to realise it ends up in drunken chaos

The bass shakes the dirty floor, and Trevor can still hear the strippers gossiping even over the shitty club music he has blaring so loud that Wade is starting to go deaf. He groans and adjusts his forever-stained sweatpants. He rises to his feet, slowly with his back cracking and re-stretching, maybe he was getting old… but he wouldn't retire like that fat fuck Mikey. 

Fuck him 

The meth head now risen to his full height began scouring the dingy office behind the unicorn for his trusty pipe. He looked under porn mags, fast food wrappers, and files, and rifled through draws. His fingertips brushed the cool glass, and he let his scared lips twitch upwards. He packed the bowl and lit up until the smoke filled all the cracks that fucking Mikey boy had left on his psyche. The meth made him feel whole and undamaged, the aura  of bliss was shattered in the back room by the shrill tone emitting from his cracked IFruit.

“What?” 

“Hey crazy, wanna get a drink fool?”

“You askin’ me on a date Lamar?” teased the now high redneck,

“Oh yeah, I'm gonna suck yo dick and everything.”

“Where do you wanna meet me, princess? Alleyway?”

“Fuck you, ill be at your titty bar in like 10 fool.”

Trevor's phone let out a beep signifying that Lamar had hung up, the psychopath took one last hit from the well-used pipe before strolling out to the bar with his usual swagger. Nikki was working the bar rather than the floor. She went red at the sight of him, no doubt last Wednesday? Thursdays? Team bonding exercise had been in her head, right at the forefront,  from how she gazed at him. Trevor sent her a sultry wink, dropped down onto the stool, and waited for his buddy. Nikki bent over to grab him a bottle giving him a goood view of her ass, and as she approached her boss he spoke with a hushed tone, “You wanna get outta here, Uncle T?”

“Agh, as much as I wanna sugar, I'm waiting on my buddy.” 

Nikki pouted before leaving him in the hopes to score some more tips from the other bewitched patrons. He watched her in action, batted eyelashes, licked lips, allowing good views of her bra… it was how she worked. How his ma worked. Memories of his mother flooded his brain until a firm hand landed on his shoulder and a laugh escaped Lamar.

“Jesus homie, I wanted to get out to hang out with some fool, but if you gonna be chasing these bitches then fuck, imma head back to my place.”

“They aren't bitches Lamar,” Trevor hissed before his anger simmered down and he spoke again with a lighter tone “could be like your and F’s Threesome, where your di-”

“Come on, homie you ever gon let that go!”

Trevor laughed at Lamar's reaction before gesturing for a beer for his “homie”  once the chilled bottle rested in the gangbangers grasp, he muttered, “what's cracking withchu you fucking weirdo?”

“You know, fuckin’,smokin’ fightin’, shootin’ you get it right buddy?”

“Course dog, I'm like a jungle cat, like a panther, I've got this magnetic thing that attracts people yanno?”

Trevor chuckled under his breath and assured the younger man that he fully understood, he finished the rest of his bottle, and then like magic, Nikki had replaced it in less than a second.

Lamar was quiet for a moment before almost awkwardly muttering “so, um since you all up in this mentorship thing/role model/inspiration tip with the homie franklin. I was wondering, you know, why don't you give an up-and-comer the game?”

“yeah…sure you know what professor t’s gon give you a lesson, loyalty- fuck everything else.”

“Like only going to burger shot?”

“Like your brothers are your crew, without them? You're nothing.”

“Well, Frank aint that good of a student if he leaving me on the road to hang with you motherfuckers.” Lamar shot back, clearly irritated by his homies becoming more distant so he chugged the bottle and was brought another by faithful Nikki. 

“Michael doesn't impart the same value system as me.”

“That clear ya weirdo, isn't that the guy that you love at first sighted?”

“Ohhh yes, my dear friend, that's the fat sack of shit I love at first sighted.”

“Fuck man, I dont wanna make you stop acting normal so you wanna get drunk as fuck”

“You read my mind.” With that Trevor called for a bottle of vodka to be brought to the two tattooed men, lamar and Trevor drank a good half the bottle while exchanging stories, quips, and insults. It reminded him of Micheal before the sun melted away his spine.

Trevor let out a shout of laughter at Lamar's reactions, the gangbanger had a much lower tolerance and was going a little green around the gills where Trevor was just starting to become a little unsteady.

Lamar fell off the stool and floundered on the floor like some sort of pissed fish, while the hillbilly howled with laughter. If Trevor did not own the bar then they would've been kicked out hours ago. Lamar cussed him out for not helping a “homie in need” before cracking up as well. Nikki raised a brow but kept the drinks coming in fear of invoking her boss's wrath.

Trevor sluggishly thrust out his hand and pulled Lamar off the dirty carpet before howling with loud laughter when Lamar stumbled and fell face-first into his chest. The gangbanger looked confused at his surroundings for a mere moment, before ripping his face away. 

“Do- dog you smell like shit!” Lamar hissed, the bite drowned in vodka and dopamine. Trevor winked and tossed him a cold- bottle of beer

That was a Mistake 

Lamar was far too drunk to catch the bottle, and the glass exploded onto the floor, with green glass shattering like shrapnel and cheap beer soaking into the carpet, unluckily for the two men something else exploded in their vicinity 

A man, wearing a horrifically ugly polo had stormed over and began yelling at the pair, spittle flying everywhere. “SHUT UP! Why the FUCK haven't you been kicked out yet!” ugly polo kept yelling even when Trevor's eyes had gone dark and the remaining humanity had fled to escape the oncoming bloodbath. His mouth split into a wide grin and his fingers absentmindedly grasped the bottle and prepared to swing. 

A smack echoed through the club, Lamar had smacked him full across the face and was now giggling like a schoolgirl.

Polo went bright red, and Trevor swore he could see steam coming out of his ears like impotent rage. There was a moment of peace and then the club exploded, and fights broke out like rashes, and chaos enveloped the men. Trevor flipped the bottle in his  grasp before swinging upwards and letting out a triumphant roar as it connected.

Polo crumbled and fell to the floor. 

Trevor's wild eyes flitted around him in search of Lamar. Lamar was fighting valiantly but due to his blood being 80% liquor, his swings were mistimed and wide. Wading through a sea of battles, Trevor balled up his fist and sent it hurtling into the men beating Lamar. 

A swift punch to the ribs had wanker one staggering away, and a strong headbutt had wankers twos nose exploding and spraying blood all over the two friends. Trevor pushed down the urge for bloodshed and scooped up Lamar. The gangbanger used him as a human crutch as Trevor dragged them outside.

The fresh air effect was instantaneous, Lamar sobered rather quickly while Trevor calmed as if the fire that violence fed had been doused with a bucket of serenity. Well as serene as it could get with Lamar spitting out blood right next to him.

“You alright down there buddy?”

“All those bitches lyin’ they want Lamar… they all want me … all of ‘em” rasped Lamar as he collapsed, falling onto the broken pavement outside the raging unicorn.

“I'll take that as a no.” mused Trevor as he dropped onto the pavement next to Lamar, resting his back against the bodhi's wheels he slung his arm over Lamar's shoulders and pulled him into a side hug, surprisingly Lamar didnt bitch about the Trevor Philips stench he just coughed before relaxing into it. If he was soberer this could have warranted a very cruel joke about him not showering but he wasn't throwing a fit so the pair remained quiet. Despite the fiasco that had just erupted he could fight the upturn twitch of his lips. He had gotten drunk with his buddy and fought straight after, the ideal Trevor Philips night.

“Whatchu smiling at you fuckin’ weird ass.”

“I saved you in there so I wanna be called sir knight trev from now on.”

“Kiss my ass white as shit knight.”

“Bend over princess.” Trevor thrust lazily in the air, making obscene gestures that would make any sailor blush, but his company was far from some old nun with a stick up her ass or some prude. His company wolf whistled badly and just encouraged it with a mouth that was more alcohol than spit, dripping blood over his green shirt.

Lamar laughed and instantly regretted it once pain shot through his ribs like fireworks. Trevor noticed and demanded to know why the wince, once told he’d been cracked in the ribs by another club goer the hillbilly raised a brow, laughed, and called him a pussy in all of about three seconds. The pair rested next to the truck alongside all the other dirt in the shit hole of a city. The rats were bigger than dogs; there was more plastic in women's tits than the sea; and the residents were fat sacks of lying shit snakes. 

Felt like home.

Sirens flooded his ears, and he lethargically raised his head so that red and blue flooded his vision. Trevor cursed and pulled his friend to his feet for the second time that night, before: dragging him to the passenger side; buckling him in; getting in his seat; buckling himself, and tearing out of the parking lot.

The Los Santos air had become bitter and cold while the moon reigned over the light-polluted skies. Lamar was incoherent and yelling, the driver laughed and swung the car around corners at alarming speeds to the joy of his passenger. Trevor sped around the cracked streets of Los Santos letting the bodhi roar and hug the streets like a koala and tree. 

A warm hand clamped down on Trevor's forearm, snapping him from his reverie instantly, his hazel eyes flitted over to his opposite seat, and let out a soft sigh the gangbanger looked uncomfortable, and slurred out “dog im gonna fuckin’ hurl if you dont cut it out.”

“Whatever you pussy,” Trevor stopped pressing so hard on the accelerator “where to dog?”

“Take me home… I ain't sure you knowin’ where the LD’s cribs such a go- a good idea…” he trailed off, seemingly slipping back into his own mind and ignoring Trevor.

“Are you fucking kidding! The nights just getting started we haven't even had an orgy or killed someone!”

“Dog what, you know what i'm ignoring that, take me to strawberry.” Trevor snarled and went to yank the wheel back to the heart of Los Santos. After realising Lamar gripped the wheel and yanked it in his direction causing the bodhi to swerve across all three lanes. Cursing Trevor rightened the truck and slammed onto the brakes. Eyes flaming like an inferno, he whipped around to face the drunken gangbanger.

“What the fuck Davis?!”

“Take.me.home! I ain't being your emotional support bitch, cause creepers pussy-whipped drive. me .home!” 

“You are fucking deranged!” hissed Trevor, shaking with a mix of rage that slowly was transformed into broken humour. He even began laughing at Lamar's shocked expression, he slammed his foot on the gas and tore away from his current resting spot. Lamar cursed and gripped the door handle as the bodhi raced down the narrow streets, overtaking cars and riding up on the sidewalks.

Trevor sped across a junction, disregarding the traffic lights and the other motors while the gangbanger yelled “when this CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER kills me I want all my shit going to chop! FUCK all those other fools! I dont want you anywhere near my whacked corpse YOU CRAZY FUCKER!”

“I thought you liked crazy driving?” giggled Trevor after Lamar had read his will out loud, and the psychopath raced across lanes.

“FUCK YOU!” cursed Lamar, while the two men argued the roads flitted by until the black man began to recognize his surroundings and their inhabitants. Completely sober and with his heart hammering as he had just snorted an entire bucket load of coke Lamar attempted to calm down with the knowledge that he wasn't far from home to comfort him.

Trevor swung the bodhi into Lamar's neighbourhood, and with a squeal of brakes and a very enthusiastic “ta-da” from the driver, they had arrived at Lamar's crib. The gangbanger punched Trevor in the arm before collapsing into his seat with rapid breaths painting his lips.

“Sooo princess… you gonna invite me in?” asked Trevor with an innocent expression that didn't match his character at all.

“Dog. you got me drunk as hell, started a brawl, and drove like a- like a - like THAT and you wanna be invited in?”

“You started that brawl actually, I saved you that's why I'm the white as-shit knight. So yes I wanna come in”

“Dog you crazy motherfucker… you got coke?.”

“Glovebox, princess, does this mean naughty naughty trevy can come in?”

 Lamar reached forward and dug through the glovebox, grimacing as his fingers grazed over used pornmags until he felt the square parcel, he pulled it out, and even in the moonlight, Lamar could make out the scraggly “coke” written in pink sharpie “Never call yourself that again, but yeah dog we can have a few lines.”

The duo left the car and began walking to Lamar's front door, Trevor tossed an arm over his shoulder and pulled him close as they walked down the front porch. Lamar didn't complain, just fished around his pockets for his keys.

The door swung open and the men walked inside, there were movie posters and a sexy girl calendar depicting the wrong month, Trevor tsked and muttered: “A few… yeah fucking right oh princess this night has just begun!”

Trevor draped himself over the couch, with his arm slung across the back and while Lamar began cutting some very generous lines, he couldn't help but agree.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 4,565 Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria Warnings: Language, typical TWD stuff A/N: This is Part 5 of a series! Find the previous parts on the Masterlist! Summary: A violent encounter outside the walls only increases Daryl's questions and concerns about Y/N.

Your name: submit What is this?

You immediately and instinctively grappled for your knife at your hip and unsheathed it, staring up in horror at the two men now standing over you. A lot happened very quickly. It must have only been matter of seconds, but it felt immensely long.

“Ohhhh, sweetheart. You’re in trouble,” one of them said, laughing as he glanced over at the man beside him.

You tightened your grip on your knife but the next moment there was a swift kick to your wrist and then a boot came down on it, crushing it into the floor, eliciting another yell from you. Your knife clattered away and you followed it with your eyes desperately.

You struggled to get away but the man was suddenly grabbing you by the ankles and dragging you closer.

“Get the fuck off me!” you growled. You lashed out with your boot and caught him in the face with the toe.

“Agh! You fuckin’ bitch!” he roared, spitting out blood onto the floor. He let out an animalistic growl and stood over you. “You’re coming—with us!” His words were punctuated with strong kicks into your ribs, which left you unable to cry out or even to breathe. You curled into yourself on the floor, willing your diaphragm to unclench and draw breath.

Daryl. The only desperate thought in your mind.

The man who was standing over you suddenly dropped down so he was straddling over your writhing form. “I said, you’re coming with us. Back where you belong.”

You finally were able to wheeze in a breath and glared up at him. “Fuck. You,” you spat, disdain contorting your face. Where the hell was Daryl? you thought desperately.

“This will go a lot easier if you don’t fight it!” his partner shouted down at you, rifling through his bag for something. “We don’t want to hurt ya!”

You shot a knee up as hard as you could and caught the man over you in the tailbone. When he doubled over forward, swearing with his face growing more and more red, you did the only thing you could think of and headbutted him in the face. Hard. As hard as you could.

His nose crunched sickeningly and started to bleed profusely. He let out an anguished scream while you were seeing stars. Fat, crimson drops fell down onto you as you struggled, still beneath him. You were trying to extract your body from beneath his but his weight was too much. He was now completely enraged and the next thing you felt was his hands around your neck, squeezing, compressing. You couldn’t breathe. You tried to break out of it but his hands were so large they wrapped completely around your neck, compressing blood vessels and your airway. Your scratched and clawed at his hands, trying desperately to pull them away. You started to see spots and darkening around the edges of your vision. You clawed at his arms with your fingernails and tried to break his grip at the elbows. You were vaguely aware of some commotion in the background as your struggling grew weaker by the second. You were going to black out.

But suddenly, you could breathe and the weight of him on top of you was gone.

You curled over on the floor, coughing and sputtering, gasping in rasping breaths desperately.

“Y/N! Y/N!?” Daryl’s voice nearby, completely frantic.

You couldn’t stop coughing. Your throat was on fire. Your neck felt raw.

“Jesus—can ya breathe?!” Daryl’s urgent voice again. You felt his hand on your shoulder.

You finally managed to gain control of your gasping breaths again and rasped out. “I’m okay,” nodding but unable to look over at him. You submitted to another coughing attack. Your gasps were wheezes like a kid with asthma.

Daryl was kneeling beside you with his crossbow in his hand. “Are ya sure?!”

You finally glanced over at him, certain your face was bright red and your expression desperate. His features were overwhelmed with panic and concern, blue eyes piercing through the curtain of dark hair around his face. You nodded. “Uhh… I think so. Mostly.” You winced, feeling pain suddenly shooting through your wrist and ribs and a pounding in your forehead as the wave of adrenaline had crested and now started to diminish. “Fuck… What the fuck?” you said, glancing around. There were the bodies of the two men, both with a crossbow bolt through their head.

Daryl clenched his teeth and gently grasped your arm. “C’mon.” He pulled you gingerly to your feet. You stayed hunched over, an arm wrapped around your ribs. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to steel yourself for a moment.

“Fuck…” you muttered again, not even meaning to speak it out loud.

Daryl froze, looking at you with his brow furrowed. His stomach was rolling with regret. “I—'M’ sorry. I should have been faster. I—but this goddamn ankle and I had to get my bow loaded and—”

You raised a hand to quiet him and shook your head. “S’not your fault. At all,” you said, pressing a few fingers to a particularly raw feeling spot on your neck.

But Daryl was blaming himself. He should have been there faster. The angry red marks around your throat were burning into his memory. He bit back his anger at himself and re-secured the front door as best he could. He glared down at the two corpses and retrieved his bolts. He nudged his head in the direction of the other room.

You followed him in, still hunched over. He pointed at the couch and you sank down onto it slowly, hissing through your teeth with each movement.

Daryl set his crossbow down and immediately grabbed his pack. As he was digging around inside it, he spoke with some anxiousness. “Ya know them?” he asked, not looking up from his bag.

You gulped. “What?”

All his movement stalled, his hands still inside his pack, clutching medical supplies. “They sounded like they recognized ya. Said you’re ‘comin’ back where ya belong.’ Did ya—d’ya know them?” When he finished the question, this time his eyes flickered up to your face, watching your reaction carefully.

You were gingerly holding your wrist in the other hand and Daryl thought your eyes looked a bit frantic. You didn’t answer. You seemed—frozen.

Daryl nodded and shrugged, turning back to the pack. “S’alright. Ya ain’t gotta say.” He felt like he pretty much had his answer. “What hurts?” he asked you gently.

You didn’t answer for a moment and Daryl thought he saw waves of panic rising and falling in your eyes.

“Y/N—” he said again.

You seemed to come back to reality, grounded by the sound of his voice saying your name. “Umm… right. I—my wrist. I think that’s the only thing we can do something for. Nothing to do about my ribs,” you said with a wince, your breath hitching every time you tried to inhale too deeply.

Daryl pulled out some gauze and materials to splint your wrist, which he suspected was broken, based on the swelling and how it was already changing colors. “We need to get ya back to an actual doctor,” he mused. “Tomorrow I’ll see if I can find a car close. We can take it back to our truck. Can’t let that wrist go too long without gettin’ set.” His eyes continually found the ring of angry red around your neck and he watched as you pressed a hand to your head, which was pounding.

“You can’t go out there by yourself. You’ve got a fucked-up ankle,” you argued.

Daryl shot you a look and heaved a sigh, leaning his arm on his bent knee where he was crouched. “Well, now out of the two of us I’m in the best shape. So, we’re gonna do what I say and you’re gonna sit here and rest. Ya got a broken wrist and probably some cracked ribs. Not to mention that fucker nearly choked the life out of ya.” His tone told you arguing was pointless. “Now gimme your damn arm.”

You avoided his eyes and held out your hurt wrist. His rough hands on your skin was grounding and you were again reminded of how he had insisted on stitching your arm up that night when you came back after your last bad run-in outside the walls. He was amazingly gentle. You marveled at how small your arm looked in his hands—like something fragile. Daryl was trying to minimize the skin-to-skin contact—almost fearful of what was happening inside him every time his skin brushed yours, but it was a little difficult to do while he was tending to you. He splinted and wrapped your wrist, frowning at the way your thumb was already bruising purple. “Ya scared the shit outta me,” he murmured softly, not even meaning for it to actually fall from his lips.

You raised your eyes to his face in surprise but he was still fixated on bandaging you up. “I’ll, uhh, try not to do it again,” you said, and Daryl was relieved to hear that your voice had relaxed some, though the rasp was still in it.

“Better not,” he growled. He grabbed a small gauze pad and poured a little alcohol on it. “Here. Ya got a pretty good scratch on your jaw there.” He scooted closer to you and watched as you swiped a few fingers over it.

“Oh,” you said, looking at the rusty color that came away on your fingers. “Probably did that to myself trying to pry him off of me…”

Daryl’s expression darkened. “Mhm.” He hesitated a moment before dabbing at the scratch with the pad. “Really. Ya scared me.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Rosita exclaimed as she heaved the gate open to let you and Daryl into Alexandria. “Thank God!” she exclaimed next, looking both of you up and down. “Rick was about to send out a search party. We’ve all been worried sick. Aaron has been driving me insane, coming up to the gate every ten seconds to ask if I’ve seen anything.” Her eyes finally seemed to register the full extent of your injuries and she froze. “Y/N—your neck… Oh my God. What the hell happened?” she pressed, shutting and latching the gate behind you both.

“Uhh…” you walked unevenly, your uninjured arm wrapped around your ribs, though it did nothing to lessen the shooting hot knives of pain with every breath. “Walkers. And then more walkers. And then a corpse and rotten floor boards. And then—” you hesitated., suddenly feeling sick.

“And then people,” Daryl finished gruffly, sparing a glance over at you, his face darkening with worry.

“Shit,” Rosita said, her eyes going round. “A corpse? As in, not a walker? And did you say something about rotten floor boards?”

You nodded. “Yeah...”

Daryl shot her a look that clearly said ‘later.’

“Sorry—just… I need to get to the doctor to fix my wrist before it heals this way,” you said, avoiding her eyes.

“Right! Right, of course. I’ll grab someone else for guard duty and go tell everyone you’re alright. Here, I’ll take your guns.” You and Daryl handed over your weapons and Rosita hurried off.

You limped your way to the clinic and he insisted on holding the door open for you and letting you go in first. Surprisingly, Pete was still there. You always assumed he just was drunk after 4:30 pm.

“Whoa! Looks like we’re running a little ragged, huh? Come on in and sit down and let’s have a look at you,” he said jovially. You eyed him with distaste.

“Where’s Denise?” you asked.

Pete looked around the room dramatically, hands outstretched. “Not here. So, shall we—”

“I would prefer to see Denise.” Your tone was cold.

Pete let out a laugh which he only managed to make sound half-genuine. “She isn’t here so—”

“I’ll wait,” you snapped. You limped over to an exam table and sat down, your countenance stormy.

Pete glanced at Daryl and he shook his head. “Nah. Just her. I’m good. Sprained ankle is all.”

Pete let out an exhale that was mostly a growl. “I guess I went to med school to be an errand boy,” he muttered under his breath, but nonetheless, he left to find Denise.

Daryl sank down on a rolling stool and scooted over to sit near you. “Hey,” he said suddenly.

You snapped out of some deep reverie you were having and looked at him.

“Ya alright?” he asked. “Really. I mean, that was some serious shit that happened out there…”

You nodded. “Fine.” You uninjured hand went to absently touch the bruises on your neck, which were now dark and mottled. “Thanks to you.”

Daryl shrugged. “S’nothin’. Wish I had been faster.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “No. No, it was definitely something…” Despite your assurance that you were okay, Daryl had the sense that it wasn’t entirely true. You were alive, sure, but since those men had busted into the house you had been uneasy. It wasn’t lost on him that you turned to glance behind the truck the whole drive back to Alexandria, and even now, safe inside the walls, you were rigid and on edge. You should have known better than to try and bullshit Daryl. The archer was annoyingly good at reading you. But, to be fair, you were also annoyingly good at reading him.

Your eyes shot up as the clinic door burst open loudly. Aaron ran in with his mouth dropped partially open and wide eyes. “Oh, thank God,” he said, rushing over to you and Daryl and immediately grabbing you into a tight hug.

“Ow! Ow ow ow! Aaron!”

Aaron drew back suddenly at your exclamations. “Oh—God, I’m sorry.” His eyes found the bruising on your neck and his face blanched. “Oh my God. What the hell happened? Are you alright?” he asked desperately.

“Define alright,” Daryl murmured.

You shot him a scolding look. “Yes, that’s what I need. Worry him more. Thanks, Daryl,” you said.

“What happened?” Aaron asked desperately again. It wasn’t lost on him how you avoided his eyes as you answered.

“Just—people. Bad people,” you said.

He stared at the dark purple bruising on your thumb and the splint before glancing over at Daryl.

“If Daryl hadn’t been there—” you broke off, giving Aaron a somewhat fearful look.

Aaron looked back at the archer again and heaved a heavy sigh. “I won’t hug you,” he said, cracking a smile, “but thank you. Thank you.”

Daryl nodded.

“Okay, I promised Eric I would come right back with an update so, umm—I’m gonna go, but thank God you’re back and you’re at least mostly whole,” he said, backing toward the door again. “Thank you,” he said again, looking at Daryl.

You let out a small laugh as the door shut behind him, shaking your head, smiling fondly.

“You’re close,” Daryl said. “With him and Eric.”

You nodded. “Yeah. When they first brought me in, I used to joke that I was like a stray cat they found and adopted. I felt so out of place, you know? And they just—they didn’t care. They just accepted me right away. Made it feel a little more like a home. They’re good like that. They understand what it’s like to be an outsider.”

Daryl nodded. He knew exactly what you meant.

Denise came in with Pete trailing after her. She looked a bit harried and you apologized for having her come in, to which she just gave you a small smile and a meaningful glance. She was well aware of your feelings toward Pete and she shared them… He stood lurking around in case Denise had questions.

“Okaaaay,” she said, gingerly unwrapping your wrist, wincing at the sight of the swelling and bruising. “Yup. This needs to be set…” she said gently, glancing over at Daryl who was still sitting nearby, his blue eyes taking in everything like he was standing guard. “Okay, Y/N, just lay back.” You obeyed, letting out a wry laugh and a forced exhale at the pain shooting through your ribs. Denise muttered an apology as she palpated your arm with her fingers. “Um. Okay. Daryl, I’m going to need you to hold her arm down while I—”

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” you teased Denise, a smirk on your face. She pulled a face at you, drawing a laugh which made you clutch at your ribs again and mutter a pitiful “ow.”

“Do you know you’re my least favorite patient?” she retorted jokingly. “Daryl. Come on.” Pete stepped forward, clearly annoyed.

“Are you sure you don’t want an actual--”

You cut him off. “Last I checked, Denise went to fucking med school. And for the last time you aren’t touching me.” Pete muttered something and backed off but he remained nearby watching.

“Ya ready?” Daryl rumbled, his strong hands firmly pressing your arm down against the table.

You nodded and focused on his blue eyes. “Sure…” you said, your voice coming out a little high with nerves and apprehension at the anticipated pain.

Denise didn’t give you a countdown or anything. She just forced the bone back into place. “MOTHERFUCKER!” you yelled, shooting upright on the exam table as soon as Daryl’s hands lifted off your arm. It felt like someone had rammed a red-hot poker into your arm. “Mmmm,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut and forcing breaths in and out.

“Done! Done!” Denise said. “See! Not so bad!”

You let out another sardonic laugh. “Easy for you to say.” She immediately fitted you with a stiff brace and instructions to limit use of your wrist and hand for four to six weeks.

“Six weeks,” you repeated. “Are you frickin’ kidding me?” You stared at her, incredulous.

“It’s a broken bone, Y/N, not a bumped elbow,” Denise said as she adjusted the brace.

You looked at the archer beside you for assistance but found none. “Six weeks?” you repeated again. You scoffed. “I’m going to lose my freakin’ mind in here. I can’t—I can’t shoot. I can’t go outside the walls… I can’t even write. It’s my dominant hand.” You let out a frustrated growl. “I might as well be a frickin’ baby,” you growled.

“Kinda are bein’ one right now,” Daryl rumbled. Your eyes snapped over to him and you managed to catch the quick twitch of the corner of his mouth in a rare smirk.

You shot him an unamused look. “I don’t know why you’re so entertained, chuckles. You’re benched too.”

Daryl rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Ya heard her, though. Four to six weeks.” You read genuine concern on his face and sighed.

“Yeah, yeah… I heard her,” you mumbled.

Denise laughed. “Alright. I see your neck… Nothing we can do about that,” she said with a wince. “God. That looks painful.”

You pressed your uninjured hand to it, reflexively covering it up as you felt Daryl’s eyes hitch on the bruises and stay there. “It’s not too bad.”

“Okay, anything else?” Denise asked.

You hesitated for a moment. Daryl didn’t know just how bad your side was and you weren’t real keen on him seeing the extent of the injury from the man kicking you. “Umm… Yeah. Uhh—I think I have some broken ribs maybe and—” you gulped, but you grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it so Denise could see your side.

Daryl immediately stiffened in anger as he saw the extent of the black and purple bruising all up your side. He actually let out what sounded like a low growl before averting his eyes. You noticed his hands clenching and unclenching into fists and he was suddenly restless.

“Oh my God… I’m so sorry this happened to you,” Denise said, her eyes flickering up to yours. She gently palpated your side. “I don’t feel anything concerning beyond the bruising and normal swelling—how did this happen?” she asked you quietly.

You were about to answer when there was suddenly a commotion as Daryl strode over to Pete and pushed him hard in the chest, making him stagger backwards. “Hey!” Daryl roared, posturing toward the surgeon. “What the hell are ya lookin’ at?” You and Denise stared at the two men in confusion and surprise. “We don’ need ya, so why don’ ya just get the hell outta here,” Daryl rumbled, flicking a hand in the direction of the door.

For a moment, Pete looked like he was considering hitting Daryl but he finally just clenched his jaw and left the clinic, slamming the door unnecessarily hard behind him.

Daryl turned to see you and Denise staring at him in confusion. He paced a little uncomfortably. “He was—I didn’t like how he was lookin’ at ya,” Daryl finally spat out.

You felt your cheeks color and averted your eyes from the archer. Apparently when you had lifted your shirt, revealing the bare skin from your waistband to the strap of your bra Pete’s eyes had been a little too hungry, a little too searching, and had lingered a little too long for Daryl’s taste.

You didn’t know what to say. The air in the room was thick and heavy with tension. Denise finally cleared her throat a little awkwardly and broke it. “Okay, I’m serious about the wrist. I’m going to give you some heavy-duty painkillers and anti-inflammatory meds to take for the next five days. If you feel any changes in your side or abdomen you come get me, okay? I’m serious.”

You nodded and Daryl rushed over to help you climb down on the table, hardly noticing the ache in his ankle anymore. You felt another flush in your cheeks as he gently gripped your elbow. “Thanks, Denise.”

She nodded. “Daryl, you’re sure you don’t need me to look at that ankle?”

He shook his head. “Nah. ‘M good. Just gonna get Y/N home so she can rest.”

“You too,” Denise said, pointing vehemently at him.

You walked, or hobbled more like, the distance back to your house with Daryl in silence. It still felt a little heavy, a little uneasy, like the air was holding things unsaid, but finally you climbed the steps and to the front door. You gave him a small smile, but there was something like apprehension in your eyes as you thanked him for all his help. “You know, I’ve known you only a short while and I think you have now officially saved my ass and patched me up more than anyone,” you muttered.

“Yeah, well…” he shrugged. “I think it’s about the same in reverse.” Daryl left with a hollow feeling in his chest as the heavy clunk of the deadbolt secured your door behind you.

Carol was waiting on the front porch and immediately grabbed him into a tight hug. “You scared us,” she said, holding him back to take him in, her eyes searching for injury. “Rosita told us you were back but nothing else. Are you okay?”

“’M Fine. Better than, Y/N,” he said, nudging his head toward your house across the street.

Carol’s brow furrowed. “What happened? Is she alright?”

“Mmm,” Daryl hummed, a noise meaning he didn’t want to talk about it. He dug in his pocket for a cigarette and allowed Carol to gently push his hair out of his face and clasp his shoulder, before he stiffened and moved away to sit on the steps. She knew that meant he wanted to be alone, wanted time to think.

“I’m glad you’re both back and at least mostly in one piece. We’ll be inside if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” the archer murmured. Daryl sat there most of the night, smoking the cigarettes he had left and staring at your dark house, wondering if you were awake like he was.

You were.

The next day, Daryl found Rick in the kitchen in the afternoon. He’d already explained what had transpired outside the walls, why you had both been so delayed. Rick had listened carefully and firmly grasped his shoulder, telling him how relieved he was that Daryl was back safe and that you were too. His words seemed a little pointed, but Daryl shied away from it. But now, after being unable to think of anything else all day, he had a question to ask Rick.

“Hey,” Daryl said, finding Rick in the kitchen, trying to convince Judith to eat something as she squirmed in his arms.

“Hey, Daryl. What is it?” Rick perceived something in the archer’s expression as soon as he glanced up at him.

Daryl scruffed a hand awkwardly through his hair. “Y/N’s interview. With Deanna, when Aaron first brought her in. Did ya watch it?”

Rick nodded, his face falling. “Yeah… I did. I think I watched just about everybody’s.”

Daryl shifted his body weight anxiously from one foot to the other and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to hide the vulnerability he felt while showing such obvious interest in you and your story. “Well… what—what was on it?”

Rick sighed, finally giving up on coaxing Judith to eat, and set her down on the floor on a blanket. He stood and hung his thumbs in his pockets, staring down at his boots for a moment. “You want to watch it?” he asked the archer, glancing up to take in his expression.

Daryl shrugged and let out a non-committal hum.

Rick studied his friend’s expression. “Whatever you’re lookin’ for… Whatever answer… It isn’t on there. But you can watch it if you want,” Rick offered. “Ya saw somethin’ out there that has you worried. I can see that. You can tell me if you want to, but I also understand if you don’t. Y/N is… private… about whatever happened to her before this, before here.”

Daryl swallowed at the tightness in his throat and considered Rick’s words. He chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully, his face dark. “I ain’t worried about us,” he clarified. “I ain’t worried about Alexandria.”

Rick nodded. “Just about her.”

Daryl shrugged and avoided the look in Rick’s eyes, which was something surprised but knowing. “We’ll do our best to keep her safe,” Rick said.

Daryl nodded and this time when he glanced up at his friend there was a fire in his blue eyes, a fierceness. “Ya. We will.”

[shinichiro-scigarette]

Happy Birthday, Y/N

Synopsis: Y/N and Keisuke eats lunch at the school rooftop and invites you to his house after classes so you guys could hang out and eat peyoung together.

Story contains: Slow Paced Story, Wholesomely lovey-dovey bonding, kissing, hickeys, mentions of sex, and fingering. This will be female Y/N and in third person POV (for most of the time, I'll put careful indications).

Author's Note: it's my first time writing like this so please bear with me >\\\<, what inspired me to write was the image uploaded here, I wondered how would Baji be if He had a girlfriend, after all the wild smut I've read, I thought if writing some adorably wholesome bonding moments with my favorite guy, Keisuke while having intimate moments with him, I'll only be writing mild (maybe? Idk) sex scenes since the whole focus should be wholesome moments with Baji.

PART 2 COMING SOON IF PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ THIS

Chapter 1

I missed you

It's been so long since you and Keisuke or Kei (which you prefer calling him with) had hung out with each other since he was busy with other things in his life, you always understood him since toman is so precious to him, it's been actually just 2 weeks but you guys used to go out at least 3-5 times a week, it just made you lonely although you guys eat lunch together at the rooftop, just the two of you.

While you were busy thinking of Kei and the upcoming exams next week, you didn't notice that it was already 5 mins after the bell rang for lunch time, Keisuke has been waiting outside the door for you in his usual neat school get up.

You get startled as you feel a light pat on your head, you slowly turn your head and you are greeted with a smiling nerd

Baji: "y/n, is someone bothering you? Want me to beat them up" he says in a sarcastic manner with a grin on his face then chuckles as he clenches his fits

Y/N: You look at him as you pause for a sec and burst in to laughter "Now, didn't we already talk about that?" You wipe your laughter tears away "Can go to the usual spot now?, I bet you're starving, cuz heck yeah I am!" All of a sudden, you were a radiating light to Baji, you jumped out of you seat and you kiss his cheek, He smiles softly and pats your head.

Baji: "you're really f*cking adorable when you do that, y/n, that's my girl" he slides his free hand to your's as your hands intertwined, he was carrying something on his other hand, it was mostlikely food. "I love you. Now let's get outta here!"

You grabbed your lunch box tightly because you already know what's going to happen, while he was holding your hand, you guys sprinted out of the classroom like kindergartens on a playdate as you guys laughed, you always both get the student president on his nerves as you guys ran to the hallways, but at this point, he grew tired of telling you guys what to do, but he'd always grins his teeth in anger as he sees you guys

You finally reached the rooftop, you guys were mildly sweating, but you guys didn't seem to mind.

you pull out a towel from your pocket.

Y/N: "Kei, look over here" you say as you were both catch your breaths, he slowly turns to you "always so naughty, you get us into trouble!!" You say with a strict voice as you grabs his chin, you start wiping the sweat from his forehead while he looks at you with a pout. "But I love getting into trouble with you" you kiss his forehead, even though he was sweaty, he still smells nice.

Baji: while his eyes closed, his pout transitions to a chuckle, he then straitens his back "y/n" he takes off his glasses and puts it in a case inside the bag he was carrying as he unties his hair and loosen his necktie, your heart would race everytime you see him like this, it was always like when you guys make out at his house.

your thighs would tighten, you were turned on by the way he looked right now.he looks at you and notices your reaction, he'd always tease you like that because he damn knew you liked, no, you LOVED that whenever he does that, your face, your eyes, your lips says it all, it reminds you of the times he fucks you.

Baji: "oh-, silly girl, we're not doing that here" he chuckles as he corners you to the wall "you're so caring and loving, it turns me on" he says in a seductive voice, your back bumps softly on the wall as it meets you, he places his left hand on the wall and his other to your chin "I missed it, I missed you, y/n" you look at him in silence, as you notice the empty sadness behind his facade

You lean forward holding his face with both of your hands as you kiss his lips softly, he reciprocates as both of your eyes closed and passionately kissed eachother.

After that, you guys smiled and ate your lunch, he pulled out the thing inside the hand bag he was carrying, you were curious from since earlier since he doesn't usually carry anything except his lunch, he looks away for a second while blushing.

Baji: "Uh... I don't usually do these kind of stuff but uhm.." he shyly rubs his head still looking away, his face was turning red.

Y/N: you would chuckle as you find his behavior quite adorable, he rarely acts like that, I could only remember him acting like that was when he was confessing/courting me, our first kiss, and our first time having sex. "You look fucking adorable when you're like that" you tease him as you boops his nose.

Baji: "shut it!!!!" He grits his teeth and regains his composure "I made you something." he passes you a small container as he turns aways completely leaning his head against the wall.

Y/N: "Ke-Keisuke!"

you blush and investigated it, it was a black rectangular tub made out of plastic, it was meant to store food, you were a bit curious of whatever it was so you'd open it

Baji: "so what do you think?" He still wasn't facing you but he'd peak so he could see your reaction, he was acting cool and tough.

Y/N: "AAAAH!! KEIII! Are you serious?!" Baji would look at you, he got startled by your reaction, [shit, was it that bad?!] He'd look at you with a concerned look with his fangs showing.

your eyes would glisten as you were met by your favorite food, you would giggle though, since it was obviously homemade, you'd assume that your boyfriend made it for you since the icing and the written words were all wonky but you found it adorable anyways.

You would take a quick taste with the spoon that was placed on top of the lid.

You were amazed by how delicious he made it since it was the first time that he gave you food that he made, expect for peyoung, of course. you weren't really expecting anything like this.

You were indulging it as he watches you eat it , the white cream from the cake each time you lick it would turn him on, he was getting hard already, of course, knowing your boyfriend, you'd know how he would feel about this or how he'd react, but he respected you to do any sudden movements while you were doing something, except for exceptional times.

Y/N: you'd look at him, you'd see him wanting you on him right now, you'd take another bite but you wouldn't swallow it just yet— not until- "mhhh hmmm" you'd stand up, you'd go to his front, and he raise his brows.

You went crawling to his legs and sat on it.

Baji: "agh, my girl's doing hot girl shit. You do know how to turn a man like me on" he grins in a naughty manner while you guys make eye contact and not breaking it, you'd slowly sat on his lap while you loosely place your hands on his shoulder as you made naughty faces.

You'd feel his hard bulging cock clothed , on your cunt that is covered by your underwear. You'd lean in for a kiss, he'd reciprocate. You both were comfortable of doing stuff like that.

You both shared the cake that was on your mouth, as disgusting as it sounds, keisuke was in to that shit. He'd grab your waste and the other on your boob, you'd make moaning quiet noises as he chuckles while both of you were passionately kissing with cake, you felt so aroused that you didn't notice that your cunt was fucking wet already, it would leave a mark on his pants, it would look like he pissed on himself, yet, he didn't care, he'd just take of his coat and wrap it around his waist.

Your alarm would ring (10 mins before the bell)

You two break from kissing, you guys were fucking messy, with hints of the carrot cake on the side of your mouths but he loved the look on your face right now. He snickers and grabs your neck pulling you towards him.

Baji: "Mine" he'd whisper to your ear, it would leave goosebumps all over you, you loved hearing those possessive words, he would never cheat on you but you love getting verbal and physical reassurance.

He'd slightly loosens a button on your uniform and opens it slightly, he would dig in to your breast and sucks it slightly hard as he leaves a mark in between your breasts, arching your back towards him as your chest collides to his face even harder, you'd make cute noises.

Baji grabbed both of your breast and slowly slides to button your uniform again and tidies it leaving a soft kiss as he murmurs "mine" repeatedly

Y/N: "keisuke." You'd leave a small moan as you look at him hugging you with his eyes closed

Baji: "Happy Birthday, Y/N, I want you to come with me later, I missed you so much." You'd level with him as he looks at you, he gives you a forehead kiss "meet me later okay? Outside, after classes."

You'd find this entertaining and attractive, you'd just want more of him, but what holds you guys back was you were within school premises, and you didn't like the idea of fucking anywhere near the school.

Y/N: you'd only blush, giving him a nod "I love you, Kei."

Baji: He caresses you "I love you more, Y/N, we only have 5 mins left, don't want them losing their shit after they catch us like this" he chuckles.

You both tidied yourself up and went back while holding hands.

You guys wave good bye as you went back to your own classrooms.

[littlemisslipbalm]

“I am not going to join your band” Part 2

aka “I don’t know if I can join your band”

Part 2 is here with Mitch being a good best friend and slightly over protective + Harry jamming with you ;) 

Word Count: 4.8k | Warnings: crying, makeouts, swearing - otherwise its pure HS1 album FLUFF

agh my Tumblr is being so complicated - I was finally about to post this and then the page quit on me and deleted the draft but we are here again so hopeful it works!!  PLEASE give me feedback - I love to know what y’all think and let me know if anyone wants a part 3!

Part 1!

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Later in the Day

It was nearing the end of the official workday, the day when you had played for the entire crew that was working on Harry’s album. The stress of the day and the work you had done with Harry and Mitch on the song had made you more tired than you had ever been after any previous day in the studio.

“Y/N, would you mind staying late tonight? I want to keep working on the song from earlier and I want your input since it’s your tune after all.” 

You sat on an empty couch and looked up at Harry. “But Mitch is my ride?” you asked. “Oh...I mean I already assumed he was staying, but I can go check with him?” Harry gave a quick wink and then turned on his heel, quickly disappearing from your sight.

Of course, right then, Mitch walked through the opposite door, looking down at his phone. He glanced up and saw you, then he slowly switched his course to sit beside you. 

You leaned your head on his shoulder, the sweater he wore today was soft with black and dark purple stripes. You had given it to him for Christmas this past year. He usually only wore it for special occasions so you had been a bit surprised to see it on him today.

“You look tired,” Mitch said as he reached around to your shoulder and gave you a light pet.

“Harry wants us to stay and work on the piece I played earlier,” was all you responded, ignoring his previous statement. 

Mitch stiffened up, slightly, and rustled his body, making you lift your head from his shoulder and look at him inquisitively. “I can’t stay late tonight,” was all he said, his face unreadable and his eyes not willing to meet yours.

“Mitch, what’s up?” your eyes filled with concern, “Are you feeling alright? Do you think you’ve caught a cold?”

Mitch’s eyes flashed around the room, making sure the two of you wouldn’t be overheard. Then he turned to you, moving one leg to rest underneath him, the other hanging off the couch. 

He whispered, “I’m going on a date with Sarah tonight.”

“Oh.” You didn’t know what else to say.

You still loved Mitch and he had found Sarah. Admittedly, they were perfect together, and you had never seen him smile so much with anyone else besides you - and Harry, now.

And you knew, you knew the way he looked at Sarah was never the way he looked at you. Maybe you had never had anything to compare it with before or maybe all this time you had been deluding yourself, but Mitch never looked passionately at you, with the fire of admirance and love in his eyes - it seemed to be reserved only for Sarah.

Sarah was wonderful, you and her got along well, and she put up with Mitch’s idiosyncrasies. If anyone was taking Mitch away from you, you guessed you had to be lucky it was Sarah. Still, you couldn’t help the lump in your throat that you had when Mitch told you his news.

“Well,” you looked away from Mitch’s gleaming eyes, “I’ll just ask Harry if he can give me a lift home when we’re done here. Enjoy your date, Mitch. You deserve to be happy.”

Mitch noticed the look on your face and he felt horrible. You were his best friend so he had wanted to tell you about how excited he was for this. It had been so hard for him to finally ask Sarah out rather than just hanging out with her in a group. He only had been able to do it with the help of Harry, who had kept encouraging him to go for it everyday. But Mitch knew how you felt about him. He liked to pretend he didn’t notice, he liked to think everything you did for him was just best friend stuff, but at the end of the day he knew it wasn’t. The look on your face just now confirmed that.

He wanted to say ‘I’m sorry’ but he wasn’t sure that would actually help the situation.

So he said, “Thanks, Y/N…” and you thought that was it, but then he continued, “You know what, you deserve to be happy, too. I know Harry’s been asking you to join the band and I know you’ve been saying no, but maybe, reconsider. This is our chance to do something with our lives, bigger than we ever could have hoped. C’mon, we say we’re happy living these boring, quiet lives, but I’ve known you your whole life. I’ve been with you when you were in high school, laying on the roof of my car, looking up at the stars, saying, ‘Ya’wanna’know my wildest dream, Mitch? My wildest dream is to get the fuck outta here and make a name for myself. Be somebody. Not be some forgotten name in this town’s tiny cemetery with a headstone that reads: ‘She lived a happy, boring, uneventful life here and now she’s fucking dead’.”

Silence.

Mitch wasn’t one to go on a tangent, more of a wise word interjected here and there man. Random thoughts sometimes, but a paragraph worth of words, almost never.

“That was a little hyperbolic of me,” was your only response.

Mitch looked at you, obviously not satisfied at your response. You sighed. “I’ll think about it,” you resigned.

Mitch said, “Good,” and ruffled the hair on top of your head before exiting the room.

You sat back and ran your hands over your face, it was hot in the room, the air feeling like you were swimming and couldn’t get to the surface. You let out a loud huff and closed your eyes.

“Mitch not staying?” Your eyes flashed open.

Harry stood just inside the doorway of the room. “I’m assuming you found him first and he told you he couldn’t stay.”

“How do you figure that?”

You sat up and looked at Harry, his arms were crossed over his chest, pushing his biceps up, making them look more prominent. He then moved quickly to sit in the wheely chair across from the couch. He sat in it and swiveled around, scooting closer to you and looking directly in your eyes.

“From the look on your face, you seem upset. And when I went to look for him, I couldn’t find him and then got held up on my way back to you. So, he must’ve found you first.”

You sighed again. You really didn’t think talking about it would make you feel better, but Harry obviously could tell there was something wrong and he wasn’t the kind of guy to just ignore it.

“Yeah,” you balked at the eye contact Harry was trying to maintain and looked at your pair of feet between the two of you.

Harry was wearing some black old skool vans, you were wearing checkered ones that looked a bit more worn in. “You have big feet,” you continued, trying to change the course of discussion, you suspected where it was going.

“Y/N,” Harry rested a hand on your knee, pleading for you to be serious, and you flashed your eyes back to his face.

“You’re in love with him, yeah?”

Harry’s tone was serious, but he asked it softly, scared that you might take offense to the intrusive question. The question echoed in your mind, bouncing off the walls repeating itself. Then tears welled up in your eyes, you couldn’t stop them and finally you couldn’t stop from blinking either.

The tears slid down your face, “I-I, uh, know he’s falling for Sarah.” You sniffled, but continued, “And I’m happy for him, I really am, all I’ve ever wanted for him is to be happy. He’s...my best friend, but I had always hoped that he’d want to be happy with me…”

You couldn’t stand this rush of emotion and the fact that you were now sobbing in front of Harry. You sank onto the back of the couch, leaning forward and covering your face again.

Harry looked on as you fell apart in front of him. It pained him to see you like this. He had liked getting to know your infectious spirit over the past weeks. It was quiet, but it was there below the surface, just asking to be let out.

He reached out and took your hands from your face. You looked up, eyes puffy and red already, as he cradled your face in one hand and held yours in the other.

“Hey, shhh, Darling, don’t cry please,” he whispered.  His thumb ran over your cheek, swiping quickly away at the tears leaving your eyes.

You tried to stop, but you couldn’t.

“Oh, Darling, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” Harry muttered after a few more minutes passed of your weeping and his attempts at trying to comfort you.

“‘S not your fault, really,” you choked out, still trying to take deep breaths and get yourself under control.

After one more deep breath, you felt the tears stopping their flow, and your watery eyes looking into Harry’s intense stare.

“I was ready to cry the minute Mitch told me he was going on a date with Sarah tonight. I was trying to calm myself down when you came in. You probably could’ve said ‘want some dinner?’ and I would’ve started sobbing about how Mitch’s favorite meal is dinner.” You weakly laughed and Harry’s lips quirked up slightly, still feeling terrible for you.

He ran a hand softly over your hair, “Do ya’ want some? Some dinner?” voice still staying low, yet taking on a lighter tone.

His voice helped soothe you out of your sadness. It was melodic even when he spoke, his accent could make anything sound good.

He starts to go on about how there’s probably some food left that would be good, but you cut him off, “Harry, I’m not really hungry.”

“Oh...well,” he sat silent for a  moment, “What always helps me when I’m sad is pouring those emotions into my work. Write some of my favorite stuff like that.”

You began to smile for the first time, almost all day, “I’d like that.” Your voice cracked a bit, your throat was definitely sore from the sobs that you kept emitting while you had cried over Mitch.

“Alright, let’s get in there, then,” Harry jerked his head to the studio behind him and fixed his grasp in your hand. He pulled you to your feet and into the next room.

The two of you set to work, you on the piano and him on the guitar. You talked about the chord progressions and how it sounded, but otherwise you didn’t speak much.

You appreciated Harry for sticking with you in your rough time, for being there for you.

“Wait, play that again..” Harry heard you had tweaked the sound of the melody. You played it on the piano - “I like that, do you think you can play it on the guitar?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you rose from the piano stool and took the guitar from Harry. You shut your eyes and tried to picture the chords in your mind, you had never been as good at guitar. Mitch had taught you a little bit and you’d strummed a bit more these past few weeks, but it was definitely a challenge for you.

You opened your eyes after a minute and placed your fingers on the first chord and jumped into the progression.

“Keep playing that,” Harry said. Then, he began to sing, “Sweet Creature…” he looked straight at you.

You didn’t notice as you focused on keeping the progression the same and keeping the tempo Harry had liked from earlier.

“Had another talk about where it’s going wrong,” at these words you looked up from the guitar. Your playing cut off and your eyes met Harry’s.

He licked his lips and looked expectantly at you. “That was amazing, Harry!”

His brows knit together, he thought you had gotten upset from the words. He thought it was so obvious he was singing about you, but you simply complimented his art, oblivious to him drawing from you and Mitch and himself.

“Yeah, that was pretty good, I’ll write it down, but do you want to work on something else for now, don’t want to overwork this one. I’ll probably figure out the rest of lyrics on my own.” Harry said quickly, wanting to move forward, slightly embarrassed.

You nodded, but you were confused that Harry wanted to move one when you were making so much progress.

-

“We should probably get going,” Harry said after checking his phone for the time.

You knew it was late, but it hadn’t bothered you. Staying late, working on songs with just Harry, it had helped to take your mind off of Mitch and Sarah. This was the beginning of a new chapter for you. One where you weren’t going to pine over Mitch.

You nodded and began to gather your things scattered around the studio.

Harry and you had eventually ended up laying on the floor, heads towards each other, staring at the ceiling. The first few hours had been productive, honestly, you’d worked through some kinks in various songs in progress. But after hour three, the exhaustion was getting to both of you and the creative juices had run out.

You laid there, together, Harry strumming his guitar idly as you talked about nothing in particular, that is, until Harry saw the time.

-

“So…” you started after you had settled into Harry’s car.

Harry glanced at you, ready to drive off, but wanting to know what you had to say first.

“I’ve been thinking about your offer for me, for me to play keys on tour.” You expected Harry to say something, but he looked at you waiting for you to continue.

“I,” you stopped, taking a deep breath and sighing heavily, “It would be a great opportunity, I just don’t know yet- I don’t know if I can join your band.” You looked down at your hands, you felt silly, still not giving Harry a real answer, when he continued to ask you to join.

“Nothing has to be decided right now...it’s better than ‘I’m not going to join your band’ - it’s not a ‘no’ - and I can work with that.”

You laughed, slightly relieved at his response, and rested your head on your palm, your arm situated on the car door windowsill, a sparkle appearing in your eyes as you looked over at Harry.

After this, he drove you to your apartment, and you sat listening to the soothing songs of Harry’s playlist emit from the speakers. You spoke only when Harry needed directions back to your home.

“‘Ere we are,” Harry said as you pulled up to the front of your apartment. You noticed his voice got deeper and slower the later it got in the day.

You didn’t know how to get out and leave.

Like you did, of course, but usually when Mitch gave you a ride home you would give him a hug, but this wasn’t Mitch, it was Harry. You felt weird not doing anything to say a meaningful goodbye, especially after what Harry had done for you tonight - distracting you from your sadness and channeling it elsewhere.

Maybe Harry noticed your fidgeting because he grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. “Hope ya’ have a nice night, yeah?” Then he gave you one of his smiles that could make world peace possible.

“Thank you...for everything, really means a lot,” you gave his much larger hand a squeeze back.

“Ouch! Trynna kill me?” Harry yanked your clasped hands up as if he’d just been burned. He teased you and you both burst into a hearty laugh despite your sleepiness.

“Goodnight, Harry!” You sang as you pulled away from his grasp and exited the car. You gave him a little twirl and dance once you were out of the car. He then watched you practically dance into your apartment building, only driving off once you were safely inside.

If there was one thing you had learned over the past month, it was that you could trust Harry and he’d be there for you. It was nice to know you had someone you could rely on beside Mitch.

One week later

You rolled your eyes at Harry, “Oh my god,” dragging out the words. He was teasing you in the studio, chasing after you in order to pick you up and swing you around.

He had been being silly all day, constantly calling you in between takes, running around, making jokes. He was in a good mood today. You didn’t know why.

After last week's breath through with what Harry called Sweet Creature, the album work had gotten a lot easier. Things flowed much quicker and everyone’s moods were brightened by it. But, you didn’t think it constituted the way Harry was being today.

-

Lunchtime rolled around in the middle of a meeting in the soundboard room, you noticed instantly that Harry’s mood had changed.

He was hunched over the tech, fiddling with various buttons - even after the technicians insisted he let them deal with it, he couldn’t be stopped. “Just need to…” he mumbled to himself and then trailed off.

You all sat there in slight confusion because you had thought he had called everyone into the room for some specific reason. However, after a few moments of his inattention to everyone, you realized he had forgotten he had called the meeting.

“Hey, Harry, it’s lunchtime,” Adam said after people had to become restless with inaction.

“Oh? We can talk about the song later then, I guess,” Harry said, barely moving his attention away from his work.

People filed out, but you stayed put, only moving to Harry’s side when the room had emptied.

“What’re you doing?” He didn’t even bother with a response or a glance thrown your way. “You were so happy earlier, what happened?”

“Just want it to be perfect…” Harry finally spoke up, his voice coming out muffled but he still wasn’t paying attention to you.

He waved you off when you tried to get him to explain more, but eventually you grew annoyed. You puffed out an angry sigh and stalked out of the room with a gruff “Fine.”

Harry never joined you for lunch and your annoyance changed back to concern. Not only were you technically third-wheeling with Mitch and Sarah, but you knew Harry skipping lunch was a sign of him overworking himself. You excused yourself from the new couple and went to search for Harry, it was an hour into lunch now.

You finally found him in a back room, it mainly stored broken instruments and other random crap someone had forgotten to get rid of or fix.

“Harry,” you breathed out, thankful to find him.

He looked up from where he sat on the ground. You now noticed he wasn’t just sitting there. He had been crying, his eyes how yours had been just a week ago, bloodshot and filled with pain.

“What if it’s not good enough? What if...what if I’m not good enough?”

You rushed to Harry at the sound of his voice cracking. His voice filled with confusion, anxiety, and pain. His self-doubt pulled at your heartstrings. How could someone so wonderful not see that they were so talented and loved.

“Hey now,” you crouched down next to him and pulled him into your chest.

“Do not ever. And I mean ever,” you pushed his head back to force him to meet your eyes, “let anyone - including yourself- tell you you’re not good enough, Harry Styles. Because you are more than enough and this album, it’s gonna be amazing and people are going to love it. I just know it.”

You sat with him while his tears rolled down his beautiful face. Just one week ago, he had been there when you were at a low moment and now you were there for him.

“How’d you know to come find me?” Harry asked after a few minutes of shaky deep breaths attempting to calm himself back down.

You rubbed your hand across his broad back in circular motions. “Didn’t. But it’s an hour into lunch and if you’re late it’s never more than thirty minutes and if you plan to eat in the studio and work, you grab it first thing and go back. I noticed you were off in your head in the soundboard room earlier, so I thought I’d check around for you,” you said like it was the most logical thing in the world to know Harry’s exact habits.

Then you added, “I was concerned about you.”

Harry raised his head and you brushed his hair from his face once more. His green eyes appeared a darker shade in this moment, the room was dimly lit and his tears had tired him out. You liked touching his hair, it was soft and lush, your fingers combing easily through the locks.

You returned his stare and his eyes seemed to search yours. “I’m very thankful you’re in my life, Y/N,” was all he said after the silent stare.

“I’m very thankful for you, too,” you started sincerely, and then decided to poke some fun at him, attempting to lighten the heavy feeling in the room, “Even if you pester me constantly and are always incessantly talking my ear off…”

Harry’s face twisted into a smug smirk and threw his arms around you, “Oh, is that how you want to play it?”

He pulled you to him in a hug and then yanked the two of you back with a weird thrash of his body, you couldn’t contain the squeal that left your mouth. His movements caused you two to end up laying on the ground with Harry on his back and you right on top of him.

“Look at what you’ve done,” you said, mock exasperated, your faces extremely close together as you laid against one another.

As much as you didn’t like being yanked around, you were happy that Harry was moving past his self-doubt and feeling like his usual happy self.

“Looks great from where I’m at,” he stated proudly, his smirk now a wide grin, “How ‘bout you? How’s your view?” Harry’s words set your heartbeat racing.

Your noses could have touched if you let your neck relax a few millimeters. And his hands were around your waist holding you tightly, while yours were on his chest. You didn’t realize how warm he was until this moment. Had he always been this warm? Or was it the crying? Or the small room? Your mind raced alongside your heartbeat. Everything inside you was practically burning from your current position.

“It’s quite lovely,” you admitted. Your neck was starting to hurt from holding it up at this odd angle, so you decided to relax it. Now your nose was touching Harry’s. His skin brushing soft up against yours. You didn’t miss when Harry’s breath hitched at the contact. His arms encircled your body more and gripped you more tightly. Then you felt him begin to sit up and your legs fell around his body.

When you were fully upright, you were straddling him, your bodies closer than you thought possible in this position. Your chest was so tight to his you could feel your breasts aching from the pressure. It was silent, just Harry’s and your breathing filling the space. The air was thick to breathe. This tension you didn’t realize existed between you and Harry had become unmistakably clear in the past few minutes. Friends do not do whatever was going on right here, but you were okay with that. Harry’s nose matched up with yours again in this shifted position, his eyes trained on yours.

You parted your lips, wanted to say something to break the tension, but the movement caused Harry’s gaze to flicker down to your pink lips. They looked so sweet to him and you knew the look he gave you when he renewed eye contact. You fluttered your eyelids closed and one of Harry’s hands slipped up to brush at your cheek and tilt your head. Then, his lips fell onto yours.

They were soft, yet tasted a bit salty from stray tears around his mouth. You smiled, pressing back into his mouth eager to feel more warmth in your contact with him. He slipped his tongue into your open mouth, licking into you softly. Your body pressed down onto him and he shuddered from the movement. One hand traveled down to your hip to grip you in place as your kissing continued.

“Eager little girl, hmm?” Harry teasingly said, pulling away after the second time you practically rolled your hips over his during your makeout session.

You took one of your hands that was gripping the base of his neck and patted him lightly on the cheek, “Hey!” you giggled at his feigned look of shock.

You started to tell him to watch his mouth, but then the door opened, and Mitch’s figure appeared. He took in the sight in front of him. His childhood best friend straddling his new best friend on the ground of a glorified trash can of a room.

He shook his head and raised his brows at you both. “Lunch is over, neither of you were answering your phones. Should have known I would walk in on something like this.” Your jaw was dropped in disbelief. “I’ll leave you two to, um, finish up,” Mitch closed the door and walked away.

“We can talk about this later,” you said quickly and swung one leg from around Harry, fumbling to make yourself look more presentable and less like you had just had what was turning into a hot and heavy makeout session with the boss, technically. Then you ran after Mitch. He hadn’t gotten far, his long legs not meaning much when he didn’t really choose to utilize them.

“Mitch!” You grabbed his shoulder and he kind of shrugged you off.

He looked down at you, silent. Normally, you weren’t fazed by his silence, but right now you needed him to speak, you could tell walking in on you and Harry had been unpleasant for him even if what you had been doing wasn’t x-rated.

“Wait up, c’mon, talk to me, please,” you begged him.

He sighed and leaned against the hallway’s wall. His body slumped there and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Y/N, what the hell are you doing? I said ‘think about joining his band, not his harem.’”

“Ok, he doesn’t-” you started, but Mitch continued, cutting you off. “Like, I don’t get how you think it’s a good idea to be sleeping with Harry.” His voice was hushed, but his tone was angry. It was like he was whisper-shouting at you.

“Mitch, first of all, I am not sleeping with Harry. That was the first time, anything like that had ever happened between us. Second, I told him to wait so I could talk to you first about it, so if you’re really uncomfortable with it, I won’t kiss him again.”

It had only been a week since Mitch had started dating Sarah and loving him for your entire life wasn’t going to go away in seven days, even if it felt good to kiss Harry, you wouldn’t do anything that might hurt Mitch.

And Mitch knew that, and he also knew he couldn’t be with Sarah and tell you not to be with someone you were interested in. Harry and you could be a good thing for you, but if all it was was a coping mechanism for you to get over Mitch that wouldn’t be fair to Harry, who was also Mitch’s friend. He just wished he’d never opened that door now. Ignored it and kept walking, let someone else find you and Harry.

“You don’t need my permission,” Mitch responded.

“What?”

“Saying you wouldn’t be with him based on my opinion means you would change how you feel just because of me. You shouldn’t base your choices off of someone else.”

“I just meant, because you're my best friend and you're close with Harry, I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable with either of us.”

“Y/N, if you want my blessing, you’ve got it. Just make sure both of you are there for the right reasons.”

You smiled at Mitch, who still looked off put by the entire situation. You reached out to him and he pushed off the wall to meet your hug halfway. His substantial body enveloped you like a dark cocoon, Mitch had dressed head to toe in black today.

This was new territory for both of you, finding yourself people who might just be perfect for you. It was daunting, but you were excited.

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Thanks again!! Part 3 is up!

[alley-catz-vs-daybreakers]

Know Your Enemy: Side AC vs DB Pt. 2

A night out in Chuuko soon turns to one of disaster for two rivaling teams destined to collide. As they meet face to face, pride seems to intervene.

Seiichi: *whispers* Uuugh! Is this joker for real!

Seiichi: We were supposed to find someplace to eat! Not do whatever this is!

Woman A: It’s such an honor to meet you Hiroshi-sama!

Woman B: I can’t believe it’s him! We’re big really fans! 

Hiroshi: Fufufu, the pleasure is all mine fair ladies. ~ It is quite the honor to meet all of you this fine evening. ~

Woman C: Woooow~ He really is like a prince! 

Woman D: I think I’m in love! 

Seiichi: Are you kidding me?! Oi Hiroshi! C’mon let’s just get outta he—

Younger Woman E: Hey! You’re Seiichi Asagao aren’t you? 

Seiichi: ! ! ! 

Younger Woman A: I’ve seen him around before. He’s a real cool street artist.

Woman B: Wow really! Hey can we get your picture?

Seiichi: I-I-Uh! T-That’s not really a big deal! There’s way too many girls here! [quickly puts his hood up]

Woman D: Huh? Are you ok? You’re all red?

Younger Woman C: Wait, if the rest of the Alley Catz are here then Emiko must be too! 

Woman C: Really! Where is she! 

Seiichi: That’s it! I can’t take much more of this!

Hiroshi: Now now, everyone settle dow—HGH! Oi! Seiichi! What do you think you’re doing?!

Seiichi: Run! [pulls him along and they start running]

Woman A: Hey where are you guys going!

Woman C: They’re leaving? Wait for us!

Crowd: [squeals and chases after them]

Seiichi: DAMN YOU HIROSHI!

Hiroshi: Just shut up and run!

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Natsuki: Nope. We’re not going in that direction.

Haruto: Eh? Why?

Natsuki: Going over there increases the risk of us bumping into more of those crazed women.

Haruto: (raises brow) How do you know? We’ve never even been here before.

Natsuki: (Sarcastically) Look at the buildings, taller buildings are subject to hold more people, as impressive as they may look, I am not willing to get trampled for that sake of your instant gratification dearest brother of mine.

Haruto: Then what do you propose oh smart one?

Natsuki: (thinking) It wouldn’t hurt to simply have a look around.

Haruto: (grins) Sorry to burst you bubble man, but I don’t think you’ll find any critters to dote over in here.

Natsuki: I will wack you.

Haruto: [hands in surrendering gesture] Gotcha. Just sayin’.

continue walking

Haruto: . . .

Haruto: Hey Natsu?

Natsuki: Hm?

Haruto: Don’tcha think Ko-chan looked kinda lonely? 

Natsuki: Not sure. As long as he has what it takes to bring us through the matches, then he’s fine.

Haruto: (grins) Don’t worry, I got plenty of energy to carry all of us through!

Natsuki: I’m not worried, and keep in mind you have your dance rehearsal in a few days.

Haruto: Thanks for the love bro.

Natsuki: (Turns away with a slight blush) The curses of being older. . . at least this is uncommon.

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Crowd: [squeals 😆]

Hiroshi: Well this is certainly exciting isn’t it!

Seiichi: This is all your fault you crazy Womanizer! If they want you they can have you!

Hiroshi: It’s not just about me now!

Seiichi: Who cares, keep running! Here! [skids across the sidewalk] Around this corner!

Hiroshi: Right!

[they quickly turn and keep running as the crowd passes them]

Hiroshi: Did we lose them?

Seiichi: I don’t know! But I’m not gonna stooo-aaah! Hey!! [trips]

Haruto: ACk!

Natsuki: Oh. It’s you two

Seiichi: Aaaagh~ whaaat? O-Oi watch where you’re going freak, we got places to be!!

Hiroshi: Enough Seiichi, they’re gone. Now since you clearly lack manners, I shall be the one to ap—oh. Why it’s only the little mocking birds from before.

Natsuki: And what exactly do you mean by that? You showy rooster.

Seiichi: Rooster? Pffffffft—!

Hiroshi: [smirks] Hmph. Nothing at all. And do shut up Seiichi.

Haruto: Okaaayyyyyy. Maybe we should save our breaths? Even I don’t wanna see Ko-chan upset.

Seiichi: Ko-Chan? Oi, ain’t that the beanpole that was creeping around Emiko earlier?

Haruto: Hey! Ko-chan doesn’t creep!

Seiichi: Tch, you sure? Looked more like a prideless pervert to me.

Hiroshi: Hmmm, you have a point. The boy appeared to have no sense of dignity at all. 😏

Haruto: What the hell?! How can you say that about him?! Kosuke’s not anything like that, you edgy teen and fancy pants!

Natsuki: Let it go, Kosuke can defend himself. On the other hand, I’m  not so sure about Harajuku’s own childishly ditzy leader being able to lift a finger.

Seiichi: Oi! Emiko’s way stronger than that piece of scrap you guys drag around! I’m sure you’ve heard about her on the streets yea?

Hiroshi: Seiichi. That’s enough.

Seiichi: What?! What do you mean that’s enough! I’m not done yet!!

Natsuki: Listen to your guardian. Let’s go Haruto (turns to leave)

Hiroshi: As expected. C’mon Seiichi, let’s leave the dog and his master alone. I don’t think he can keep him at bay for very long. He might run off into the street and get lost.

Seiichi: Tch, whatever.

Haruto: Owowowow! Natsu! My wrist! My wrist!

Natsuki: (mumbling). . . What. . .?

Natsuki: What the FUCK did you just call my brother?!  Mic activates

Natsuki: 

Shut your little mouth you fucking sick tick! As if it wasn’t torturous to listen to your shtick You’d better run off, because I’m at my limit. If you dare say word, then I’ll make you go squish!

[loud blasts sound]

Seiichi: Whoa! Ha ha!!

Hiroshi: H-Hgh!! Now we’re having fun!!

Hiroshi: You ready Seiichi?

Seiichi: Oh you don’t have to tell me twice old man!!

[Mics activate]

A disheartened little cuckoo tainted by dull and fatuous laws! Watch as he flies into the fray of deadly smiling jaws~

Jabber Jabber Jabber with your self-centered blabbering! Your idiocy’s a crime against our kaleidoscopic society!

Now that’s going too far.

Says you, sadist Ladykiller.

On the brink of insanity! Drop dead on Harajuku’s toxic thriller!

Haruto: (huffs) Guess we’re throwing hands. You good Natsu?

Natsuki: Just start.

[Mic activates]

Just a fair warning here, close your eyes! You don’t haveta listen, but you will go blind!

I don’t play with minds, just physical suicide! Coming from a nut house, you’ll be tossed to the side!

Now where to start? Should we just strike the heart?

Go for an arteriole, watch them lose their fake twinkle.

Seiichi: Agh!! Damn!

Hiroshi: Aaaah!!

[the dust clears, Seiichi & Hiroshi appear somewhat unfazed]

???: Another fight? Just what do you men think you’re doing?

Haruto: (whispers) Huh? Natsu whose this big busted lady? Ow!

Natsuki: (hisses) That’s Kadenokoji Ichijiku. Show your respect!

Bows

Seiichi: S-Sh**!! It’s the crazy lady!!

Hiroshi: Watch your tongue!

[they both bow]

Ichijiku: Hmph. Both your Divisions hold a very small record in outbursts such as this. Although I can’t say I’m surprised coming from such barbarians.

??? + ???: R-right! We’re so sorry ma’am!

Seiichi + Hiroshi: Emiko??!

Haruto + Natsuki: Ko-chan!/Kosuke. . .

Ichijiku: I hope I make myself clear. Since you two were not here to witness the event I can’t particularly say all of you are at fault. But if I hear one whisper of a fight between your Divisions outside of the battle you will all be disqualified!!

Ichijiku: And. I expect better leadership from you young lady. This is what happens when you surround yourself with pigs.

Emiko: . . . Yes, ma’am. . . .

Ichijiku: Speak up!

Emiko: Y-Yes ma’am!

Kosuke: R-right. . .

Ichijiku: Now. Leave the premises immediately. Before I change my mind. [she walks away]

—End—

[mythrilhusk]

Korosensei Never Dies - Chapter 5

Words: 1689 Ao3 Version Chapter 4 (Last)

Chapter 6 (Next)

AN: This is NOT RPF, this story is based solely on the characters of Dream SMP, not the people playing them.

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It's a hobby some would call obsessive or even creepy. Wilbur Soot doesn't care what anyone thinks, it's his world and everyone else is just living in it. His pencil scrawls on the page, scratching black onto white.

--Tommy needs encouragement. He's latched onto Philza as a fath- role model worryingly fast. Have I not been enough for him? He told me he wants to kill Technoblade, but I could see the lie in his eyes. He's too kind, and now he's being torn in two directions. Should I ease the strain? Or should I see how long it takes for him to break?--

Wilbur doesn't care what others think of him. His sly gaze flickers from person to person, lingering on the bright ray of sunshine that is Tommy. 

--Tubbo worries me. He's been mostly silent ever since Technoblade showed up. Is he planning something?-- 

--Eret wants to kill Technoblade purely for the money. I saw the way their eyes lit up at the bounty. Which brings to mind another question. Why hasn't anyone outside of this class actually tried to kill Technoblade?--

--Ranboo never lets go of that notebook. I could swear it had a different cover. He's creepy. Avoid him.--

--Quackity has an intense grudge against Technoblade. But he's always with his gang, so I haven't been able to talk to him.--

--Hannah Rose started sparring with Foolish and Charlie last week. She's good. Too good. I don't trust her.--

--I can't get a read on Sapnap. He's always with Quackity, so I never have a chance to have a nice little chat, a good old tete-a-tete.--

--Connor wants to kill Technoblade. Boring.--

--Charlie hasn't shown any bent towards one side or another. He goes around with his saccharine "humour" and fails all his quizzes like he doesn't want Philza to train us. Maybe I should get him expelled.--

--Foolish says strange things. I don't like him.--

Wilbur pauses when he's finished silently dissing all his fellow students. The teachers are next. 

--Ponk just sort of showed up one day and then stayed as the math teacher. His quizzes are so goddamn annoying. He hasn't shown any signs of wanting to kill Technoblade, though.--

--Punz was here for like a day, and then was sent to the hospital as the result of Techno's completely just and righteous defense of Philza. Unknown if he will find the guts to return or not.--

--Philza. Ah, Philza. Mere words can not convey the sheer respect I have for that man's dedication to chaos. Why, just the other day, I saw him feeding birds as they perched on him. He then used them for target practice. Magnificent. If we all endeavor to succeed in our classes, he will teach us how to kill his friend.--

--Technoblade is an enigma. Seriously. Does this mutant man ever sleep? By all accounts, he should be a terrible teacher, yet somehow he finds the time and tenacious willpower to teach all the subjects in a concise and understandable way. Not to mention his casual sprinkling of anarchy propaganda. I wish to know his secrets. I will drag them out of him if need be.--

"Whatcha writing?" Tommy inquires. 

"Nothing!" Grinning innocently, Wilbur snaps his notebook closed. 

"Is it about me? Are you writing how good I am at luv?" 

"No, Tommy." Wilbur ruffles his friend's fluffy hair, ignoring Tommy's complaints. "I'm writing a diary. You can't read it." 

"Fuck off, I'll write my own diary!" 

Wilbur smiles and sits back, listening to Tommy rant. It would be interesting, wouldn't it, to see how he deals with the conundrum of looking up to Philza while being pressured to kill Technoblade. Wilbur can't wait to see him break. 

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Badboyhalo paces in the Duckling's treehouse, wincing with every step. Antfrost binds George's wounds. "This has gone too far, Bad!" George complains. 

"Shut up! I know we can think of something!" 

"Our reputation is on the line! If anybody looks even slightly deeper into our pasts, we're all screwed." 

"Shut up!" Bad screeches. "We are Professional Assassins, that's all we ever have been, and nobody is going to question it unless you two screw up again!" 

Antfrost glowers, tightening a bandage on George's arm. "You screwed up, too." 

"How was I supposed to know?? He's a highschool student, a teenager, he shouldn't be good at fighting!!" 

"He's better than us. You think Dream taught him?" George tries to scratch at his bandages, but Antfrost smacks his hand away. 

"I don't know, you muffinheads, but we need to figure something out. Maybe take some martial arts classes." 

"You want us to go back to school??" 

"No! Yes?? Maybe? I don't know." Bad replies miserably. "We've gotta get outta here before Quackity and his gang show up." 

"Too fucking late." Quackity snarls behind Bad, dropping through the window. "Why the fuck didn't your motherfucking special weapons do a single goddamned thing??" 

"Language," Bad mutters half-heartedly. 

"Why the fuck are you buffoons planning to take classes for fighting?? You said you were professionals!!" 

"That is true, we are professionals. But we may have been a teensy bit misleading about our line of work." 

Quackity's scowl darkens and he draws his revolver. "I want blood, Bad. I want your blood so motherfucking badly right now. Fucking tell me the truth." 

Bad raises his hands, heart in his throat. "Wait, wait! I- we're not actually assassins, okay? We're just, uhh, our business is in, uhh-" 

Quackity cocks the gun. His eyes show no hint of mercy. 

"Wait-wait-wait-" Bad cries, trembling. "We're just con-men! It's our business! We go around, telling people we can take care of whatever their problem is, then we take the money and dip! Haha!" 

"We bit off a bit more than we could chew when President Skeppy paid us to help you kill Technoblade." George sighs. "Go ahead and shoot Bad, he's our leader. It was all his idea." 

"N-no!!" Bad screeches, glaring at George. "Don't shoot!! Please!" 

"Fuck you." Quackity flicks open the casing and empties the bullets onto the table. "Fuck you and your motherfucking lies. You don't even have a supplier, do you?" 

"No, we stole the prototype weapons from HBomb's lab!" 

"I'll forgive you on one condition." Quackity gives them a small, hard smile. "Break into the lab and get us actual weapons that'll actually fucking work on Techno. Nothing explosive, just knives and guns."  

"Deal." Antfrost says. "Do we still get a cut?" 

"Ten percent, but that's only if you don't fuck up again." 

"Ten??" Bad cries, forgetting his former fear. "That's only one billion!!" 

"That's about a billion times more than you fucking deserve, so don't test me, assholes."

Bad clenches his fists. Quackity is just a kid. He's just one kid. Bad, Antfrost, and George could easily win. 

But that's what they thought about Ranboo. Bad huffs. "Deal." 

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Creeping around in the forest is not exactly what Awesamdude expected his career to lead to. But here he is, laying down a perimeter, alone. 

Not quite alone, however. The two kids stalking him could do with some more practice staying silent. He's already learned their names from their hissing whispers. 

"Niki, Jack, you shouldn't be here." He straightens after planting another post in the ground. 

A girl with violently pink hair drops down from a tree. A boy with clashing heterochromatic sunglasses hops up from behind a stump, brushing the leaves off himself. "How'd you know we were there?" Jack whines. 

"You were hardly quiet." 

"What're you doing?" Niki crosses her arms, scowling. 

"Do you want to die?" Sam asks darkly. He's bluffing, of course. He wouldn't kill innocents. 

"Can you kill people?" Jack asks, excited. 

"I could, if I wanted to." 

"Can you kill Technoblade??" 

"No." 

"Why isn't anyone else trying?" 

"His location was a secret." Sam sighs. "It's not anymore, but I'm going to ensure nobody else interferes." 

"How are kids expected to kill an immortal??" Niki cries. "Why is the bounty so high?? Why is he teaching school instead of rotting in a prison??" 

"Curious, aren't you." Sam scratches his head. "Well, I suppose I can answer the first two. You're not expected to kill him, you're being used to keep him in line. And the bounty is so high because he wanted it that high." 

Niki glares at Sam. Jack's expression is unreadable behind his sunglasses. "Why-"

"Shoo." Sam waves a hand at them. "Go home before I lose my patience." 

The two converse for a moment in hushed whispers. Then, simultaneously, they cry, "Teach us to kill Technoblade!" 

Sam represses a smile. "No." 

"Why not??" 

"Because I have a job to do, and that involves not interfering." 

"Is President Skeppy stalling??" Niki snaps.

"I can't answer that." Sam raises his crossbow upon hearing cautious footsteps sneaking past in the shadows of the trees. Niki and Jack both leap back into cover, but Sam ignores them. "Show yourself, or I put an arrow through your ribs." 

"Please don't." Another teen steps out, raising his hands. The hidden weapons on his person wouldn't be obvious to someone less experienced, but are painfully visible to Sam. 

"What are you doing out here?" 

"I don't know?" The teen replies plaintively. "I was just taking a walk." 

"Hm." Sam lowers the crossbow slightly. He activates the sensors in his false eye with a blink, scanning the teen. The scan glitches and sends a flash of pain through his skull. "Agh!" 

"Are you okay, sir?" The teen steps forward. Warning bells chime in the back of Sam's mind, danger, danger, but Sam ignores them. This is just a kid. He's harmless. 

"I'm fine. You should go home." 

"Oh." The boy lowers his hands and opens the book he was holding. For a moment, Sam's eye glitches again, and the boy's form distorts; scales crawl across the boy's arms, twelve wings fold like fractals- Sam winces at the twinge of pain and the hallucinations fade. "I have a home, now." The boy mutters, and then wanders off. 

Sam sighs and continues his job of setting up a fence around the school building for class 3-E. Niki and Jack have scampered off already. He's alone again.

Chapter 6 (Next)

[marvelismadnessmademagnificent]

Tony Stark Sex Pollen

(S/n/n) means stupid nick name

(Y/n) your name

Warnings ⚠️ ⚠️⚠️: smut/Sub-Reader/cursing/ daddy kink/ love-hate relationship.

It was just another day around the tower when tony called me up.

"Hey (y/n) what's up?" He asked nonchalantly.

"I was in the middle of something Stark..." you said sounding very annoyed.

"What ya doing then (s/n/n)" he said drawing out the syllables.

"Ugh Stark What the hell do you want!" You shouted into the phone.

"I need you to come down to the lab. Seeing as how your are the go to on plants and stuff. Cuz y'know your outta this world!" Tony said obviously begging for something.

"Fine I'm on my way. Don't do anything stupid." You sighed.

"What me?! Pssshhh! Never!" He said hanging up.

"Ugh stupid dickwad!" You growled under your breath.

You made your way out of your room and into the hallways of the tower. On your way to the lab you notice an odd aroma in the air. It smelled familiar, and yet you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

"FRIDAY where is Tony?" You asked the AI.

"He is currently walking the halls a few hallways away from the lab. Would you like me to ask him to meet you somewhere Miss (L/n)?" FRIDAY asked.

"No just tell him to stay where he is and FRIDAY?"

"Yes Miss (L/n)?" Replied the AI.

"What hallway is he on? Like what sector?"

"He is currently in sector D3 on hallway 28."

"Thanks FRIDAY" you said.

You made your way to the disclosed location, only to find the aroma getting stronger but not so strong that your brain cells were registering and administering the affects.

"There you are I've been waiting forever!" Tony yelled like an excited child find Santa Claus at their chimney.

"Oh hush up Stark and quit being such a child." You said still annoyed. "So where is his plant you wanted me to see so badly that you had to drag me out of my busy work schedule?!"

"Ah this way of you will follow me. According to the research I've conducted, I have come to the conclusion that it should begin blooming any second now."

"And what does this have to do with me?" You asked crossing your arms.

"I want you to identify it and tell me the classification and all that Jazz!"

"Why me why not get Bruce up here?"

"Because your more fun to tease!" He snickered.

"Yeah yeah whatever Stark." You rolled your eyes at his immaturity.

"FRIDAY seal the lab please."

"Yes Mr. Stark." The doors and everything else went into lockdown mode. "Lockdown mode complete. Blinds and Privacy mode activating."

"Stark what the actual fuck is going on here?!" You were beginning to get fed up with Tony's childish antics.

"I don't know I didn't tell her to do that I just said seal the doors. In case we have some kind of chemical break out!" He said partially panicked. "FRIDAY superior override 406361!"

"Access Denied. Safety precautions Activated. Chemical reaction detected. Activating security measure 6904."

"What's security measure 6904?!" You panicked.

"Let's just say we're gonna be in here a while. At least until whatever chemicals that have been released are filtered out of the system and our ability to breath without the contamination affects." He said his voice going hoarse.

"Ugh why do I ever even listen to you!!!" You screamed at him.

"On the bright side look at the plant it has finally bloomed!" He said shrugging with a slight smirk.

"Oh my Gods YOU IDIOT!!! Where did you get this plant!"

"Well you know the alien attack we had a while ago we found this plant in their ship. And science curiosity got the best of me and well... here we are?" He said.

"Oh shit! Whatever you do don't breath it in! Please tell me you have gas masks in here?!"

"Sorry princess, no can do. If I did, I'd be lying..." Tony shrugged.

"God dammit we're screwed!"

"What? What is it?! What aren't you telling me (Y/N)!!!"

"This plant is one of the most lethal and dangerous plants in all the galaxy! Allevamento Risveglio. Also known as the Breeding Arousal plant. It's known to make those who inhale its scent. Well it makes you horny beyond anything you've ever felt-" you explained but was interrupted before you could finish.

"Meh if that's all it does it's not so bad is it?! And you're making it out to be some horrific plant! Ha!" Tony laughed as he began inhaling its

Scent.

"But once you get that need, it doesn't just go away. I mean sure you could masturbate all you want, it will never go away until the need is satisfied. It will literally burn your body from the inside out give or take 6 hours and you'll be dead!" You screamed.

His laugh immediately stopped and his smile faded into a look of absolute horror.

"See what you've done?! You have basically doomed us! Dear gods we are so fucking screwed!!!" You groaned in frustration. You walked to the other side of the lab trying to put as much distance between the two of you as you possibly could. But that didn't stop the aroma from hitting your nose and the more you inhaled the hornier and hotter you got.

You could feel your nipples harden and your nether regions dampen as unwanted visions clouded your mind.

Visions of Tony taking you right then and there on the lab table. Him sitting in his chair and you coming around to face him sitting on his lap as you straddled him. Rocking your hips back and forth trying to create some friction.

You subconsciously brought your hand down and in your pants and underwear. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. You tried to resist the temptation of fingering yourself. But the temptation was too much. You immediately pushed your middle finger in your vagina trying to get yourself off.

You hated Tony for this. What an idiot! You wanted nothing more than to make him beg for mercy as you literally threatened to cut his dick off with your daggers. Oh just the image of that made you squirm. You also had your own AI built into your phone and headset. You had it set up to where AARON (your AI name) could read your nuerowaves. Basically he could read your mind and emotions. You put your headphones in and spoke to him.

'AARON I need you to do me a favor. I need you to go to a 5 star porn site and play it but I need you to edit the video so that it looks like me and Tony!" I asked hissing at the lack of friction and pressure.c

"Of course (Y/n)." Not even a minute later he had what you requested.

The video began to play.

The girl was on the bed on all fours. With the man behind her lining up with her entrance. With one quick thrust he filled her and bottomed out. He withdrew and bucked into her with sheer force. The girl silently screamed at the pleasure. The man set a pace. And soon she was arching her back and meeting him at the hips.

"Don't cum until I say so." The man said.

The girl moaned and bit back a scream.

He pulled her hair and slapped her ass. "Answer daddy, sweetheart, daddy needs to hear you."

"Agh! Yes DADDY!!!" She moaned out again. "Daddy please!"

"Please what?" He said pounding into her earnestly, his thrust beginning to get sloppy.

"Please! Oh! Please let me..." she whimpered a tear leaking from her eye. "Please lemme cum!!!"

He began to slow his thrusts, teasing her, making her ache.

She whimpered louder. "Please..." she said barely above a whisper.

"Alright. You can cum. But! Only around daddy's cock. You gonna be a good girl? Huh? And cum all over daddy?" The man grunted with each thrust.

"OH YES! YES! AGH!" a string of curses left her mouth as she came.

The man drilled inside her and let his seed fill her.

And with that the video ended.

(Y/n) whimpered as she rubbed circles around her clit.

             -meanwhile with Tony-

This pollen shit was really getting to him. He could barely make out the outline of (Y/n)'s body on the other side of the lab. But what he could see was (Y/n)'s hand as she worked herself over. And God if he wasn't already bulging through his pants. He sure as hell was now. He unzipped his pants in rush and pulled the down low a bit. Just enough to pull his boxers down and let his dick spring out. God it looked swollen. Veins popping and the tip had turned pink. He wrapped his fist around his length and began pumping himself. He groaned quietly as he could so as to not alert (Y/n) as to what he was doing. He began to hear moaning sounds and skin slapping against skin. He winced to see where it was coming from and he could barely make out (Y/n)'s phone.

Porn. She was watching porn.

'God this couldn't get any worse' he thought to himself.

Soon after he heard (Y/n) whimper and that nearly sent him over the edge. He chased his release as if someone had stole the most valuable piece of stark tech he owned. But to no avail he couldn't catch it. This time he groaned loudly in frustration.

He considered calling out for her. But that would be reckless, wouldn't it? Oh what the hell since when did he care about being reckless?!

"(Y/n) how are you holding up?!" He just about moaned the sentence.

"I-I'm Fine!" She whimpered again. And he gripped himself harder than before.

"(Y/n) I- I'm sorry I dragged you into this. I swear I didn't know about the plant being like this." Tony croaked out.

"I-it's Okay. Truly!" She bit back a moan.

"I'm sorry to ask this of you but could you.... Could you maybe c-come here?" He groaned again.

"I don't think that's a good idea..."

"Please. Please... (Y/n). I..." he felt like he was getting a serious case of blue balls. "Fuck! I need you! Now" he growled that last part.

She struggled getting herself up. (Y/n) didn't want to seem as desperate as she was. So she tried to walk. That walk... turned into a full on sprint. She saw Tony back against the wall laying down, pumping himself. She was impressed by his size. Six inches just about? And God's was he thick. She gulped her throat suddenly feeling very dry. She ran to a mini fridge they had and got some ice and water.

Tony groaned as his cock was straining. She pushed herself into him. Kissing him full force while straddling his lap. Her sex completely uncovered and there for his eyes only. She swallowed his moans with her own as she moved herself trying to gain some friction. She pulled away gasping for air.

"Fuck!" She whined.

"Come on baby girl. Don't tease me!" He forcefully grabbed her hips and she grabbed his member stroking it and lining it up with her entrance. She kissed him again as she sank down meeting him at the hip. They began to feel somewhat relieved but then the need came back fierce fully like the mark of Cain. She moaned into the kiss pulling away so she could begin moving. (Y/n) soon stripped herself free of her shirt. As Tony brought his chest forward, his hands wrapping around her waist. He began kissing her neck as (Y/n)'s hands went to his hair. He bit down on her soft spot of her neck and she tugged on his hair moaning loudly as she did

"Oh just like that baby girl. Just like that." He whispered in her ear his hot breath gently ghosting along her neck.

"Ah! Fuck! I.. I think I'm gonna!..." she cried out.

"Do it! Do it baby girl. Do it for me.

Scream my name and let anyone and everyone hear it!" He groaned. As he bucked his hips upward meeting her thrusts as she rode him.

"Tony! Ah! I'm... I'm coming!" She yelled in pure bliss.

"That's right! (Y/n) that's right! Call out daddy's name!" He said as he too began shaking as his seed burst into her. Their juices intermingling together as they laid one big heap of a mess on the floor of the lab.

"You know... Tony I don't really hate you..." (Y/n) said drowsily.

"Oh really? I never would have guessed." He said, softly kissing her forehead and rubbing her back as she laid her head on his chest.

"Stop being such a dick..." she yawned out.

"I can't be a dick. At least not with you on mine." He chuckled quietly to himself as they both fell into a deep sleep for that night.

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A/n: okay so that was it my first REAL smut and if I may say so myself I think it's pretty darn good! Well tats for now loves!🥰🥰😘

[confusedunit]

The Resonance Project - Tommy Coolatta

[Content warning in the second section for alcohol, and mentions of a growing alcohol dependency. Calhoun's not doing too well.]

During Second Major Temporal Event

One of the things about being of a species that could effect time is that you don't process time as other species did. Or, do? Could? Tommy was unsure of the grammar to use.

What he did know, was that it was hard to date thoughts and experiences when that just...wasn't how his brain worked. His memory was much more...abstract than that. It was based off of temporal events.

When time is your jam, it was much easier to pay attention to the times that it didn't work, as opposed to the times that it did. He'd labeled the most recent event, when they'd gotten Dr. Freeman back, as the Second Major Temporal Event. The first, of course, was arriving there in the first place.

Adding to his already disjointed memory was the exhaustion he'd been under for far too long. But he knew the memories were still there, even if he didn't know where they were at the time.

He'd find them eventually, if he looked hard enough.

Before First Major Temporal Event

Tommy turned the empty can in his hands, lost in thought. He had hoped that game night would still be a good tradition to keep up with, even with the circumstances, since humans tended to do better under constant conditions. But the tension in the air told him this was less of a consistency thing, and more of a 'safety in numbers' thing. He could still work with that.

"And they still won't answer me!" Calhoun dropped his gesturing hand to the table, other hand holding the beer he was glaring at. He'd been skirting the line of what was healthy to drink for a while now, but he'd just managed to drop the stress smoking he'd picked up after Dr. Freeman's disappearance, and no one was quite ready to start the next conversation yet. "Six damn years, and- and they just..." He dropped his head to the table.

Tommy reached over to rest a hand on his shoulder. "I know..."

"And- and now Harold's gone, no one can find anything about Bubby still..." He turned his head to look up at him. "...'m almost scared they're gonna...come for more of us."

"Black Mesa isn't targeting the Science Team, Mr. Calhoun. What...what reason would they have to do so?"

He shrugged, almost spilling his beer. "Why would they suddenly vanish Gordon and end testing of resonance in Anom? Why would the main Bio department burst into flames? Why would there be calls for clean up teams to the other half of Bio, and suddenly there're no Harolds around?" He struggled to sit up again. "It's...it's suspicious as hell. And I know I gotta be on their shitlist from buggin' them so much. It's a wonder I've still got my clearance."

That was Tommy's doing, though he knew he couldn't admit it. He'd advocated to his dad on Calhoun's behalf, and his dad convinced Administration to look the other way. Protection, even if a roundabout way. "You just think it's a conspiracy." Even as he said it, a part of him agreed with the other man's words.

"'course I do. Fuck the government!" He muttered to himself for a bit, before he sighed. "...Can't leave though. Can't leave without him."

He smiled a bit. "Mr. Freeman?"

"We were thick as thieves, and twice as sharp. Promised him I wouldn't quit until he left." He rolled his shoulders. "And well...I don't think he left. Not without saying goodbye."

He heard a quiet conversation going on in his kitchen, and thought for a moment. He and his dad were looking into what had happened, and he knew he'd probably be tagged in soon, if his dad was really getting as close as he said he was. He moved a hand to one of Calhoun's. Time to take a risk. "...Mr. Calhoun."

He blinked slowly. "...Yeah, Tom?"

"...I'm going to- to find out what happened. But I need- need you to trust me." He felt himself shaking. "Do you trust me?"

"'course I do, Tom. Trust you the most outta...almost anyone."

He gently squeezed his hand. "Then you can't tell anyone I told you this. But you- you keep them all safe, okay? Mr. Vance, Mrs. Vance, Mr. Kleiner, little Alyx..." He shook him lightly. "You protect them, you hear me?"

Calhoun almost looked sober, for a moment. "Loud and clear."

"Once...once I figure it all out, I'll come back for you all. We'll- we'll make sure Black Mesa pays. Together." He smiled a bit. "Because we're the Science Team. And- and we stick together."

Calhoun finally grinned. "Hell yeah."

Late During First Major Temporal Event

Tommy would regret that moment for the rest of his life, when he froze up as the military assaulted Gordon. That he'd been unable to stop them.

He'd seen the look in Benrey's eyes as he'd fled, knew him enough at that point to realize he hadn't meant harm even as it happened.

Bubby, though? To betray Gordon...not just Gordon, but the whole team's trust...Tommy's trust...

As Dr. Coomer ran off, Tommy's arm shot out, grabbing Bubby by his collar and slamming him against the wall.

"Agh- Tommy! Tommy, let go, we have to go!"

"Why would- why would you do that?" His voice was strained. "Why?"

"They're following him- they just want him! We can-" He winced. "I thought we could get him back- we just have to-"

He slammed him against the wall again. "Just had to what? Kill him first?"

"No! Tommy-" His hands shot out to grab Tommy's wrists. "You have to believe me-"

"I owe you nothing."

"We have to play their game to get out of here alive! They shot at him before, but how was I supposed to know they'd-"

Another slam. This time, it left Bubby's glasses askew, and Tommy could see the fear in those blue-grey eyes. For a moment, they caught him off guard. Bubby could act like an adult as much as he wanted, but there was still a part of him that had never had the chance to grow up. And any human would be a child, compared to Tommy's own species. …Maybe the scientist just didn't understand. "They. Are trying. To kill us."

Loud steps echoed behind him. "Freeze!"

"Tommy! Let go!!" Bubby's fear was finally blatant, written all over his face.

He knew that Gordon would survive. Black Mesa wouldn't risk killing off one of their experiments, after all. But the fact that Bubby would sell them out like this, even if it was at the coaxing of Benrey who literally didn't know any better...Fuck. He was angry, and he felt the grudge starting to form and fester. He forced it to unravel, break apart and fade.

Bubby wasn't a murderer. He wasn't a cruel man. But he was a scared man, and scared humans do the stupidest things, because no matter how old they get they never forget how to act like a child.

Well. Maybe a temporary time out would get it through his thick skull.

Tommy gave Bubby a sharp glare, and dropped him roughly to the floor. "Okay."

"Ow!" Bubby winced, trying to scramble to his feet.

Tommy knocked him back down as he stepped over him. "I assume," He glanced back at the soldiers. "You're here to collect Subject 83?"

Bubby froze. "Wait-"

"Because no one is permitted to leave Black Mesa?" He dragged out the sentence to prove the point. Playing by the 'rules' would no longer do them any good. They had each other, and couldn't trust anyone else, regardless of how unhealthy that sounded when he thought it aloud. "Go for it." He crossed his arms. "He's all yours."

"Tommy! Please-"

In a flash of yellow, he was gone.

Just Before First Major Temporal Event

Few memories of his are hazy. But this one is. He remembers it only vaguely.

His father came back, told him what he'd found. The experiments. The location. Asked if he could take this project on, protect his friends until they could be extracted.

His father had said he'd been too busy keeping Black Mesa out of even worse trouble, to keep an eye on this too. That he'd also been tasked with checking into Aperture.

Tommy had agreed.

Even for someone able to disconnect from time, it felt so long ago. And it hurt to think about.

It was the last time he'd been able to hug his father.

He missed him so much.

Early Into First Major Temporal Event

It got lonely, during the tests. The others, as connected to time as they were, never remembered anything. Other than Benrey, who he had been surprised to meet for the first time, after hearing so much about him from his dad.

Well, guess there was an exception to every rule, after all.

But he couldn't always talk to Benrey about his fears and worries.

…Though, he could make someone that he could.

He reached out into the universe, and gathered materials. He collected and pressed, molded and created, before adding time to the mix.

He'd always wanted a loyal companion. Sunkist would be that.

Stardust and dirt of Earth, blood of Galaxy and Space, Time and Life and Kindness, and so so much Love. And finally, a bit of his own life Essence, to jumpstart the process.

When he first lifted the small squirming puppy up in his hands, shining such a vibrant yellow just like him, a hint of blue around the eyes a blessing from his dad, he knew he had made something extraordinary.

He was the perfect dog.

[achtung-attitude]

CHAPTER 37: Weezer - Part 2

Kilo struggles to his feet at the bottom of a hole that did not exist ten seconds ago. Toto watches him from the rim of the hole, smiling easily without any hint of malice. 

The enemy rubs his eyebrow with a spidery finger and explains, “Five years ago, yeah? There was an accident,” he says, as if sitting across from Kilo in a bar booth, “They was setting up some sort of overhead sound system or whatever, and they ended up droppin’ a couple tons of equipment from the ceiling. Made a hole in the floor. Right here, dig? The convention centre administrators were too cheap to fix it right, so they just covered the hole with plaster. Came back to bite ‘em in the ass though, cause eventually that hole opened up into a sinkhole that swallowed up six people!”  

Kilo glares up at him as he chuckles, continuing his lackadaisical monologue. “Moral of the story? It all comes back to you. No matter how deep you bury ‘em, every misfortune stacks up, until it blows up in yo’ face. My WEEZER… is just what ignites it. I told ya, you’d only get one chance to walk.”

By the time he’s finished, Kilo is back on his feet, not appearing the least bit intimidated. “I don’t give a shit,” he declares, then SATURN BARZ drives its taloned fingers into the wall of the pit. The Stand gouges a cleft of dry rock from the wall, and the wall begins to bubble and froth, turning into a thick, gravelly sludge. This effect extends upwards, reaching the rim of the pit. 

“Whuh--?” Toto says, as the ground he’s standing dissolves into a sheer mudslide, and his feet are caught up in the muck. He bolts upright, flailing his arms to keep his balance.

But while he focuses on this, Kilo ascends from the hole, having been raised up by SATURN BARZ. He grabs a fistful of Toto’s hoodie and pulls himself forward. Toto is pulled in the opposite direction, losing his balance and tumbling forward into his own pit trap. Kilo lands on the edge of the hole in a crouch at the same moment Toto hits the bottom, standing submerged up to his waist in liquid concrete. With a swift whirl of its hands, SATURN BARZ reverts the mudslide back into solid concrete, trapping his opponent in solid stone.

“Uhh--” Toto utters, not entirely sure what has just happened to him.

“Some nightmare!” Kilo taunts at him, “Damn. And here I was expecting a challenge outta you. What a joke!”

Before the Congregation assassin can say anything back, Kilo gets up and walks away, amidst a Convention floor in various stages of agony. Upwards of 300 people roll around groaning in pain, while others, unaffected, either run about or stand struck dumb, helpless among the sudden horror. 

“Jesus…” he mutters, rushing to attend to Moya. The cold sweat that formed on her flesh as a result of WEEZER’s touch has now developed into a corpse-like pallor that’s turned her bronze skin to a sickly gray. “What the hell’s happening to you?” he asks, kneeling to help her up.

“I-it’s Toto’s ability…” she answers after a brief coughing fit and spitting an absurd volume of green mucus. Her voice is scratchy, and her breath is short and shallow, but she takes his hand nonetheless, and drapes her over his shoulders.

Kilo places the back of his hand on her forehead, then pulls it back quickly. “You’re burning up! What ability could do this?!”

“It’s pneumonia…!” she asserts, “Ough, when I was 10, I caught pneumonia after staying out in the rain…! Abuela said not to stay out so long, but I didn’t listen… Agh, doesn’t matter!! Whatever it is, Toto was the one that caused this! I’ve never worked with him before, but… the ability must revive illnesses from your past to harm you in the present…!”

Kilo glances around the convention hall once more, then nods in agreement. “Sure. But what about the sinkhole?”

“Buildings can be damaged, too. And Hotel California demonstrated how a structure can have its own history and will.”

“Right. Alright…” he is quiet for a moment, then he carries her to a nearby column and sits her down against it. “Hang tight,” he says, starting back towards the pit, “I’m gonna finish that muthafucka off.”

“Wait!” Moya cries out, straining her voice. “You need to be cautious! I-if he touches you, then you’ll be caught in his ability too!” 

A grin spreads across Kilo’s lips. “Worst I ever got was a cold when I was 6! His ability might be hot shit if you had something bad like you did, but it’ll take more’n a couple sniffles to stop me! Not to mention, he’s enough of a scrub to get himself caught in his own trap! Asshole’s dead-meat already!” He says this as he reaches the rim of the pit, but finds thats Toto is no longer trapped in the concrete.

Right as he begins to search for him, Toto reveals himself, speaking from behind Kilo. “It’s rude to talk ‘bout people behind their backs,” he declares, brushing loose gravel off him, “But, I guess, I got nobody to blame but myself, yeah?”

Kilo and SATURN BARZ whirls around towards their enemy, the Stand forming a spear of solidified oxygen in its hand. It jabs the impromptu icicle at Toto’s throat, but he dodges to the side with a lazy grin on his face. WEEZER manifests in front of him, and reaches for SATURN BARZ with the same blinding speed it showed to WITCH MOUNTAIN. But Kilo is ready, as just before the mangled enemy Stand grabs a hold of his throat, the ice spear suddenly explodes into frigged shrapnel right in Toto’s face. 

The Congregation assassin winces as the icy shards pelt him over his body. “AHH!! Damn, that hurts!!” he yelps, and in that moment of distraction, SATURN BARZ lunges for him, claws aimed at his face. Toto gathers himself and sways back with footwork that would make Muhammad Ali proud, and WEEZER jerks a knuckle to the ground.

Kilo’s foot falls in the exact spot where WEEZER touched, and the ground beneath it gives way, opening into another hole, smaller than the first and shallower, only going halfway up his calf. He drops and lands flat-footed. He groans as pangs of pain run up his leg. 

“Guess two sinkholes was too good to be true,” Toto says before WEEZER lurches into a new attack. 

“Don’t let him touch you!” Moya shouts, watching all of this from her pillar. 

With a swift backhand swipe, SATURN BARZ bats WEEZER’s hands out of the way. Toto grunts as heavy ice begins to form on his Stand’s hand and the biting cold effect transfers over to himself. In the meantime, Kilo steps out of the pit trap and puts distance between him and his opponent. 

Toto raises an eyebrow at him. “What was it you said? ‘Take more’n a couple sniffles to stop me’. If you ain’t scared of what my WEEZER can do, how come you standing so far away?” 

“I’m not scared. But I’m not stupid either and I know you Congregation pricks are full of dirty tricks.”

The Congregation assassin laughs. “Heheheh… That’s pretty smart… Or it would be, if touching you was the only way WEEZER could hurt you.”

WEEZER’s hand flex suddenly, its fingers spreading and shattering the frost forming on its hand. It then launches its entire body in Kilo’s direction with a piercing screech. “BIIISHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH…”

“Shi--!!” Kilo says, raising SATURN BARZ to guard, but to his surprise, WEEZER sails right over his head and slams its palm into the wide window behind him. Then the glass begins to shudder and vibrate violently, before WEEZER peels away from it, and the window explodes inwards, showering Kilo with a hail of glass. 

“AAGH!” he yells, and SATURN BARZ tries to shield its user from the oncoming barrage of glass, but is unable to get them all, as thick shards pierce Kilo in his arm, ribs and thigh.

“That one was an accident too,” Toto calls, “Tropical storm hit Anaheim about ten years ago, tore up a tree that broke a window. Nobody got hurt that time, though!” 

Kilo winces as SATURN BARZ dissolves the glass into liquid and his wounds close up into red marks. “Shit!” he thinks, “It’s like his Stand can do anything he wants it to! Even if I don’t let him touch me, if I keep letting him make all the moves, I’m a dead man! There’s gotta be something I can use!!”

He searches with his eyes frantically around the convention hall, hunting for something to gain an advantage over this seemingly impossible enemy. Toto seems perfectly content to simply watch him, hands in his pockets, without a care in the world. Kilo grinds his teeth and scowls at him.

“Hey, come ooon, what’s that look for? I already gave you a chance, and you didn’t take it. Don’t blame me for your mistakes~…”

Kilo answers with a flick of the wrist from SATURN BARZ, firing shards of solidified water vapor at his opponent. The assassin dodges, then dodges the next batch, and keeps up with Kilo when he starts running down the hall, leaping over afflicted guests and tearing through convention booths.

SATURN BARZ keeps up the attack the whole time, flinging at Toto with frozen projectiles. WEEZER blocks them all with its unmitigated speed, its jaw hanging loose from its skull swinging to and fro with every staccato motion. 

Kilo vaults onto a table and SATURN BARZ takes its Olympian stance, forming a great ice javelin in its palm and hurling it at its enemy. It is the same kind as before, set with opposing impulses within its structure so it may explode into a smokescreen, even if WEEZER deflects it. But WEEZER does not deflect it.

Instead, it jerks its right foot underneath a convention guest with angry red spots growing on his face. The unfortunate guest’s body lifts off the ground and WEEZER catches him by the back of his neck, holding him in front of its master. The guest’s eyes clear up for long enough to see the ice spear fly at him before it impales him through his shoulder. He loses consciousness when the spear explodes, turning his wound into a bloody cavity you could see through. Toto is left completely unscathed.

“What… What the fuck did you do?!” Kilo shouts, staring in shock and disgust.

“What did I do? I… protected myself from your attack. What’s it look like?” WEEZER grips its human shield by the neck then tosses it at Kilo, who dives from the table to catch him. When he does, the diseased Stand appears and lunges for him.

“First he uses this guy as a shield, now as a distraction!? This bastard…!!” Kilo thinks. Before WEEZER can lay its mottled hands on him, SATURN BARZ strikes out with a kick to its gut that knocks the wind out of Toto. Kilo then rolls out of its range, clutching the guest’s body.

“You son of a bitch…!” he snarls while SATURN BARZ closes the unconscious guest’s wound, “What’s the matter with you!?! How can you involve innocent people like this?!!”

Toto, as ever, treats his words like a joke, laughing softly. “Haha… It’s just bad luck. It ain’t my fault, and it ain’t yours. He just happened to be here at the wrong time, and happened to get involved in our little playdate. If you take the time to worry about every little ant you step on, you’d never take another step.”

“You sick fuck…”

“What’re you getting so upset for? Human lives ain’t that big a deal,” the Congregation assassin fixes his posture, recovering from SATURN BARZ strike, “All humans are just vessels for Fate to enact its will. Even Stand users like us. Stands are reflections of the soul, but that doesn’t mean that having one is anything special. They got nothing to do with good or evil, or justice. All it means is that Fate chose us to have a little bit more impact in its design. Fate chose you, just like it chose me. You and I were always going to fight here today, and that guy, and these people, were always going to get caught in the middle. No matter how much you fight it, we both ultimately serve the same power.”

“Again…” Kilo murmurs, rising. The guest’s wound has closed over completely, forming a pale, circular scar in his shoulder. “I’m so sick of hearing you people talk out of your ass at me. All this shit about God and fate and higher beings…” SATURN BARZ takes a bow-legged stance and raises its hands over its head as its master continues “All that I could take, but worse! You all keep tryin’ to tell me that I’m the same as you. I don’t want to be mentioned in the breath as you fucking losers!!!”

SATURN BARZ claps its hand together and steam explodes out from between them. This builds into a thick fog that covers everything in a damp smokescreen.

“Really?” Toto says, unimpressed. He saunters through the smokescreen, his head bobbing up and down as he steps on bodies without a care.

[malifikook]

College Fiasca

 what happens when a simple dare turns into something more?

 a/n: hi everyone! this happens to be my first proper fic; i was previously @starryblue08 but i got locked outta my acc :( anyways i hope you enjoy! feedback is greatly appreciated :D

“Oi! You lot! Get moving!”

A chorus of frustrated groans and grumbles came before the lingering crowd set into motion, around the track that circled around the field, littered with runners and students jogging.

“Can you believe coach?” Your friend slowed down to your pace, her breath barely picking up as she rolled her eyes. “Rumour has it that him and mistress number five have broken up. Tragic, right?”

“Don’t make fun.” You chided but a laugh seemingly escaped you, looking ahead as you ran, inhaling in the crisp cold air and smiling. You loved this kind of weather. It was exactly what you needed after the stressful week of exams.

Coming to a stop when the burning in your lungs was too much, you gasped in lungfuls of air as you bent over, hands on knees and blinking.

“You good there, Y/N?”

A couple of your friends gathered around you and you blinked back black circles. Maybe it was the too tiny breakfast you had.

Pushing up, you gave them a broad smile. “Yeah, I’m good.”

The laps had finished and coach had sent you all off to wash up. Crowded up near a bench, you sat with your head tilted back as you gulped down the fresh water. Popping it off, you gasped as you felt the clear aqua drip down your chin.

“Y/N! Look!” a hiss came in your ear and you turned your eyes to the direction of the pointing finger.

At the end of the finger was the perfectly chiseled body of Jeon Jeongguk’s, standing in all his post-run sweaty state, tilting his head back as he ran his hands through his hair, chest heaving as he inhaled in and exhaled slowly.

You ripped your eyes away and turned to look up at your friend innocently, ignoring the dangerous blush on your cheeks and cocked up an eyebrow. “What about him?”

“Apparently he’s broken up with Lia.” She carried on, plopping down on the free area nearby you. “Do you think I should shoot my shot?”

The words he’s a human, not a game was on the end of your tongue, but you were wise enough to keep hush, so you snapped up your bottle and stood. “Sure. I’ll go change.”

While you slipped the sticky clothes off of your body, you thought back to Jeon. He certainly wasn’t your type-right? He was a player, a wet dream of every high school girl, no doubt. But you tried to weigh out the pros and cons. He most likely could not even know the difference between a stop sign and a go ahead sign. You had seen his car- a cherry red convertible. How he had that sort of money in college was beyond your reason.

You entertained the idea that he was a drug dealer the whole walk back out to your friends, and you found yourself smiling.

When you sat back down on the ground, you were easily absorbed in the game your friends had started, and you laughed. Were they really playing-

“Truth or Dare?”

You thought for a long moment before, “Truth.”

“Agh, spoilt sport.” Jean pouted but thought before asking, “You still a virgin?”

You pinked, jerking up in your seat and glancing down, picking at the edges of your bag’s rim. How on earth were you gonna reply to that?

“Oh my god!” She squealed. “My tiny baby! We need to get you out there and find a man! Oh my gosh, let’s see who you could fuck, hmm.”

“Whoa, wait-“ you protested, hands coming to gain her attention yet simultaneously hide yourself from all the other surprised stares from the other people around you. You felt your palms grow sweaty.

“Oh my god yes! I’ve got it!”

You narrowed your eyes. “What?”

“Nothing.” With coy eyes, she shrugged her narrow shoulders and turned her head, smiling mysteriously. “Who’s turn is it?”

The game continued, and you waited nervously for good reason, knowing that that flint in Jean’s eyes meant trouble.

And alas, the bottle landed again on you and Jean.

She glanced up, eyes shining and smile triumphant. “Ask Jeon Jeongguk to fuck you.”

“W-What?” Your voice picked up in a high pitch and you struggled to bring it down from all the weird gazes thrown around from the other players. You spoke in a hushed whisper, away from the other players, “Jean I don’t think-“

“You will do it, won’t you?”

The other players’ eyes care into your view and you gazed with wide terrified eyes at them all. Panic started to creep up your throat. Self Consciousness and Doubt slithered up your spine. All these eyes meant murmurs behind your back. 

You couldn’t have a repeat of last time.

Ripping your eyes away, you stumbled up to your feet.

Jean seemed to pick up your change in mood, eyes blinking up at the slight quiver of your lashes, and rose to say, “Hey look it’s okay-“

“It’s fine.” You said dismissively, slight bitterness creeping into your voice. “I’ll do your stupid dare.”

Being a new transfer student mid-college year was tough. With no one you knew, a whole new course that made you tug at your hair, and the oh too much free time you had made you feel extremely lonely. You had thought coming here would change your life for the better - yet you were still to see any changes.

You had found Jean in between classes on the floor, crying her eyes out. When you had loomed over her to ask if she was alright, through bleary eyes she had waved to the area nearby and had croaked out, “Come join me - I’m in the middle of my weekly crying sessions; it’s very therapeutic.”

It was safe to say you had grown to be close friends quite quickly. 

But still, you were only two months new to the school. Whereas Jean had a bunch of friends, your social circle was limited to two people: Jean, and the librarian Hana. She had no idea of your inner thoughts, of how hard you were on yourself, how destructive your mind could be. 

But then again, who’s fault was that that she had no idea about it?

Rubbing your hands into your jeans, you gulped as you stared at the crowd of boys nearby the targeted boy known as Jeongguk. The whoops behind you grew and you squeezed your eyes shut before inhaling.

It would be okay. He most probably would not even recognize you.

Taking tentative steps forward, you felt the anxiousness and nervousness creep up inside of you as the faces of the boys cleared and you scanned the number of boys. Six - was it six other boys?

Jeongguk had his back to you, proudly standing with a ball looped around his arm and pressed to his waist as his hip cocked out and he talked to the other boys who stared up at him.

You heard the bare sentence of, “…yeah it was a tough game, nearly lost it! But then Tae here came running in-“

“That’s hyung to you.” Another boy with floppy grey hair grunted, twisting the cap of a bottle open and chugging it down.

“Ah no need to ruin the fun.” Jeongguk’s arms lowered and you stared at the muscles moving in his shoulders underneath the fabric before shaking yourself and shuffling around.

You cleared your throat, heart pounding to your ears and against you fingertips.

It’s now or never.

“Excuse me?”

The same grey haired boy first met your gaze and you held it, nervously chewing on your lip.

He gave a soft smile, the green and black uniform doing his tanned skin justice. “Hi, can I help you?”

The other boys were absorbed in fighting with each other, loud and obnoxious as they created the loudest sounds on the field.

You winced and leaned away from the noise, glancing at the grey haired boy. “I’m looking for Jeongguk?”

The boy’s confused gaze cleared and somewhat flattened as he turned to the mess of the boys and called out, “Jeon, you’ve got company!”

Your heartbeat tripped and on impulse you gazed down at your hands and counted all fingers before looking up and sweeping your eyes to make eye contact with Jeon Jeongguk.

Oh fuck

He seemed prettier up close, with wide brown eyes and a nice jawline and bouncy, brown coloured hair. Though, contradicting his baby face was his well toned body that eagerly tried to distract you but you kept your eyes above shoulder level.

“Can I uh- help you?”

It was so clear he did not know you and you nearly squeezed your eyes shut; yet the burning gazes on your back made you wrench your eyes open. 

The dare, we have to ask him about the dare

So breathing in, you rushed out in one breath, “Ineedtotalkwithyoualone.”

He blinked, hands on his hips as he true to decipher the stranger in front of him. “Excuse me?” He glanced at Taehyung in hopes of his friend deciphering the jumbled up words.

“I’ll be over there.” The grey haired boy snorted and pointed to where the rest of the guys sat and strolled over to them, casually sitting on one jock’s lap whose jacket said JIMIN.

Jeongguk’s boring eyes turned to you, undivided attention making you squirm, and cocked his head to the side. “So? What is it?”

It was like a dam inside of you had broke.

“Look okay I know you don’t know me and I barely knew who you were until like a week ago, but see I have a bunch of people over there who-who started to play a round of Truth and Dare a-and god I know what you’re thinking like -Truth is Dare? Really? - even I thought that but I was there and they had already started playing and- and they asked me i..if i was a virgin and I couldn’t lie so i said yes and then they sent me out here to get you to mess around with me b-but look I would never! I’d-“

“Whoa whoa whoa!”

You broke off into a heaving breath when the pretty boy in front of you held his hands up and you ducked your head, pressing a hand to your head as you felt your cheeks heat up.

God you were such a klutz.

“That’s some dare.”

You picked up on the amusement in his voice and raised your head, eyebrows jumping up at the baby pink lips on his face grinning. “You alive, ma’am?”

You barely had time to process the meaning of the sentence before he said, “Well look I’m honoured but-“

“Oh my god no.” You interrupted him in realization. Running a hand through your hair. you gaped up at him. “Then when I go back they’ll ask me if I did it. I can’t go back looking like a fool.”

The anxiety trickled back into your bloodstream, the disappointed murmurs echoing in the back of your head,”Can’t even get a guy to sleep with her? Shame,” the lingering judging stares you’d have to bear. You had to think. Think fast.

You two stood there in silence for a second before you snapped your fingers. “Aha! Okay got it! You pretend to nod as if you’re agreeing to what I’m saying right now and then I’ll make a show of it as if we’ve sealed a deal and I’ll go back and-“

“Or-“

A deliberate step was taken towards you and you found the air around you filled with the scent of mandarins and sweat all at once. Jeongguk stood a step away from you, dressed in those darn black shorts and loose white shirt. He seemed to pull it off though, and you swallowed at the sight of him leaning forward to you.

“Or,” he repeated again, breath tickling your cheek. “We actually follow through with this dare.”

Your eyes widened inches as you stared up silently at the college boy in front of you. “Excuse me?”

But you had heard him, wide and clear. You couldn’t believe it. Was he being serious right now?

“Think about it.” His voice was soft, persuasive in a silky way. “You go back there pretending you got me to agree and everything’s fine until tomorrow comes and they ask you how the fuck is. D’you think you’ll be able to make something up babe?”

You’re breath hitched as his nose made contact with your skin and you felt goosebumps erupt all over your arms. Your hands fisted into your pants.

“But just imagine.” He was practically purring into your ears. “How it would be like, me touching you and fucking you right. You’d go back home wishing all the other guys you’d fuck would be as half as good as me.”

It should be disgusting. The way he whispered it so easily in your ears. But all you felt was the feel of his lips on your skin and hands barely brushing at your hair. The goosebumps that trickled over your skin gave your feelings away: but Jeongguk still smirked, asking,

“So, doll? What’ll it be?”

You felt too dizzy. Intoxicated with Jeongguk’s power. One minute he was standing boyishly with his friends and the next minute he was boring over you like a sex god.

“I don’t even know you.” The rational part of your brain garbled the sentence out.

Jeongguk’s breathy laugh came. “So? How does that matter? All that matters is the fuck no?” His hands danced at your collarbones. “And the feeling of winning that dare - we can’t forget that.”

An inner turmoil was twisting inside of you: it was so easy to see the reason as to why he agreed to easily - the guy just wanted to get laid, clean and simple, yet the idea of you being just another round of sex to him did not set easily with you. But you heard the curious murmurs from behind, cooing in pity that the new girl had been straight to swim with the sharks. The pride inside of you won the match.

“Okay.” You murmured, leaning and taking a step back. “Okay then, Jeon boy.”

He seemed to grin that boyish grin again, the wind fluffing his hair around. “Meet me in my car after school, yeah?”

The walk back to the group was a shaky one, the post excitement and adrenaline of being so close to a boy still flushed inside your veins.

“Omg what happened!” The girls cried out but Jean shoved her way through and asked with anxious yet curious eyes, “So? How’d it go?”

Picking up your gym back and shuffling it onto you shoulder securely, you gave her a curt, “Good,” before walking off the field to the building.

Just maybe you’d be able to change

The problem with having a grand exit was that sometimes you’d up being unprepared. And that’s exactly what you were.

Meet me in my car, was Jeongguk’s words and it would’ve been an easy thing to spot, if only you knew what car he drove. And where he’d parked.

As you wrapped up your bag when the lecture finished, you sighed in frustration while running a hand through your hair. You couldn’t concentrate at all, the teacher’s words muted as you were absorbed in your world, pen tapping against the table as you had stared at the ground in another world.

Was he really serious? This wasn’t some sort of joke, right?

But as you finally jumped down the stairs and entered the hallway, it finally dawned up you as everyone scattered to leave for home that Jeon Jeongguk, the most known guy on the campus was waiting for you.

And you really wished you weren’t in this situation, because as cliche and sweet it sounded, you kept thinking of the reason why he was waiting and it sent shivers down your back.

This wasn’t what you were expecting when applying for college.

Stepping out of the building into the cool air, you made up your mind. You’d step back up from this deal - you weren’t ready, no matter how cute Jeongguk looked. It would all finish in one night and the next day you’d come to school and have to ignore him, and that wasn’t something you wanted. You knew that having a cute, romantic first time was something that was a rarity these days, but you wanted to have your first time with someone you knew - someone who cherished you. Call it childish, maybe even impractical, but if there was one thing that was clear about you, it was that you stuck to your beliefs.

Swinging your head around, you pursed your lips in thought as you surveyed the courtyard before making way to the parking lot.

You’re bound to find him, right? Like how hard would it be?

Not a few minutes had passed after the thought had crossed your mind did you hear a roaring sound, a loud, startling sound that disrupted the silence of the lot, and your eyes were dragged to the source of the noise.

It was a convertible, the door of the sleek black car swung up and sitting inside was -

You breathed out a sigh of relief.

It was not, in fact, Jeongguk but one of his friends; you recognized his grey hair from before. He had one leg out and a hand gripping the door as he smiled a boxy smile at his other friends that were surrounded around him.

Your feet hesitated as you heard the laughter and shuffling of feet from the numerous of boys, their presence so loud and prominent, and you took it in - the number of eyes that wavered to the group, some people staring in awe and others in indifference.

A couple of the boys - one tall one with purple hair and another wearing a tuxedo - parted from the group, waving their hands before moving to their own cars which you noticed with a pinch of salt were also sports cars.

You were starting to feel a it irritated, really with yourself, as to why you couldn’t push yourself to go up to the group and call out Jeongguk, but right at that moment, the brown haired boy threw his head back in a laugh and when he came down with his eyes open and shifting around, he made contact with you.

It would be a lie if you said that hadn’t made a jolt go up your spin.

Glancing away, you feigned indifference as you rocked back and forth on your heels, gripping your phone in front of you tightly. Your heart must’ve been beating a race, tripping and picking up, as you felt a heat creep up your neck and make way to your cheeks.

Movement on the side of your vision showed that Jeongguk was saying his goodbyes to his friends, laughing a bit, before turning and making way to you and dear god if your heart wasn’t pounding.

“Hey.” He gave a smile, something akin to a grin, and picked his hand up and you reacted instantly, sticking your own hand out.

Silence erupted between you two before he let out a chuckle, gripping your hand and raising an eyebrow at you. “Nervous?”

“Nope,” you lied with a hesitant smile, hoping he wouldn’t see through your facade, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.

He raised his other hand up to his hair to run through and you squeezed your eyes shut, berating yourself silently as the realization dawned upon you. He hadn’t held his hand out to you but to fix his hair-

Why wouldn’t the earth just swallow you up?

“It’s cool,” Jeongguk laughed, retracting his hand back and scratching at the back of his neck. “Uh- wanna leave?”

You nodded dumbly, not trusting yourself to say anything sensible right now, and that was frustrating you. You were never like this - the nervous, wrecked person who had their tongue twisted. At least not around a lot of boys.

But Jeongguk was different. There was something about him, you noticed as you walked alongside with him, taking his bent head and the way his fine legs looked really good in those jeans -

“Look out.”

You caught yourself just in time, staring wide eyed at the car that you were about to run into, and you grumbled to yourself, half in embarrassment, as you rounded around the car and followed him, “Who even parks their car like that?”

Jeongguk just smiled, and a part of you wished he would say something stupid so you could find something to hate about him, but  the way he was softly smiling wasn’t helping at all.

“Ah, here we go.”

“Oh.” You couldn’t help the tiny gasp that left your mouth.

“You coming?” Jeongguk was beeping the car open, and you really wondered if he knew what a jewel he had in his hands right now.

You nodded and trailed your hands along the head of the car, blinking in awe as you opened the door slowly and heaved yourself up, into the gigantic G-Wagon, softly closing the door and taking in the interior with wide eyes.

“Do you like the car?” Jeongguk said with a slight humour in his voice, hand twisting the keys before a low purr sounded the lot, and while the other cars had roared, like lions, this car purred low like a leopard and you couldn’t help but compare that comparison to Jeongguk as you stared at him.

The drive was painfully awkward and you couldn’t keep track with how many times you caught yourself trailing your eyes back to Jeongguk’s profile, promptly snapping your head to face forwards whenever he shifted in his seat.

When he reached forward to turn the music on, you relaxed ever so slightly, sinking back into the seat and humming as you tapped your fingers to the beat.

“So,” he started, making you jump slightly, before carrying on with a smile, “Wanna tell me something about yourself?”

You pursed your lips in a show but thought to yourself, Is this normal? Does he ask all the girls he fucks to chat about their hobbies?

You winced at yourself at the crass thought, but answered, “Well you know my name already - wait you do right?”

The embarrassed look Jeongguk tried to hide explained it all; his cheeks went red and he pressed his lips together with a shrug. “I was too overcome with your beauty to remember what you said-”

“Save it.” You laughed, reaching up to cup your cheek and glance out the window with a smile. “It’s Y/N. Whatta bout you?”

The minute the words left your mouth, you couldn’t help the cry of embarrassment that left your mouth as you covered your face. Jeongguk’s loud infectious laughter filled the car and you felt a bare of a smile against your fingers.

“You’re that nervous?” Jeongguk laughed, the car coming to a stop at a red light and you glanced up to stare ahead with a slight pout. “No I am not.”

Light fingers touched at your chin and turned you to face Jeongguk and your breath tripped and you blinked up wide at him, feeling the way your cheeks were heating up.

He had leaned over the seat, the seat-belt digging warningly into his chest, eyes dark and lidded as he tilted his head to gaze at you, breath smelling oddly of mint.

“I think you should be.” He whispered hotly, lashes flicking against his skin as he dipped down to nudge at your nose. Your breath hitched and your hand flew up to his shoulder, ready to push him away, but his nose jerked away, nosing down to trace a path down past your cheeks to your collarbones, and shakily, you felt him place a light kiss, a bare brush of lips really, to there, and you felt yourself quiver, fist clenching atop his shoulder.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, leaning closer to share the heat that was radiating off of him, his hand dropping from your chin to dance at the edge of your face, tickling at the apple swell of your cheeks teasingly. “What were you saying before about not being nervous?”

You blinked up at the roof of the car, mumbling back out, “I’m not, I’m just slightly new to all of these things.” A poor attempt of a front, and Jeongguk saw right through you.

Jeongguk let out a light chuckle, tipping his chin up to gaze up at you, the proximity between you so close you saw the way the browns in his eyes blended into honey gold and the slight upturned part of his top lip that looked too shiny for a boy.

“There’s a lot I have to teach you then,” he grinned out, and suddenly the car was jerking forward, his foot placed firmly on the ground and sending the car in motion, pulling away from you just as fast and leaving you cold.

When you both arrived, it was to a apartment building and you followed Jeongguk up the stairs and towards the elevators.

A flare of panic of being too close with Jeongguk again rose up in your chest and you blurted out, “Why don’t we take the stairs?”

Jeongguk looked back at you with an unreadable face, before shrugging and walking beside you up the stairs.

You kept chanting in your head You’re so dumb, You’re so dumb god god why-

And by the time you had repeated that thirty two times, you had stopped behind Jeongguk who was busying himself open a door and pushing it open.

The apartment was nice, surprisingly not as posh as you thought, and you felt a slight tug in your heart as you saw an opened pizza box.

“Sorry for the mess.” Jeongguk said unapologetically, tossing his coat to the side and striding to the kitchen. “My apartment is under renovation right now, so I’m borrowing my friend’s flat for a while.”

Scratch the previous thought.

You had no idea as to how to reply to that, so you nodded and let out a “ah” before moving to the hanging frames on the wall and you noticed with a jerk that the grey haired boy in most of the photos, smiling with his family and his friends.

“Want a drink?”

Turning around, you took in Jeongguk standing behind the ledge that divided the kicthen from the living room, holding up a can of soda.

“I’ll take some water,” you smiled, and it dropped slightly at the way Jeongguk rose his eyebrows slightly judgingly.

“Here you go Miss,” Jeongguk passed you a bottle of water before coming to stop infront of you.

You glanced at him before focusing on drinking the water, midway the bottle when he said,

“So you wanna get fucked here or…?”

Choking, you spluttered out some drops of water before bringing your arm up to dab at your mouth before stuttering out, “What?”

“Look love,” Jeongguk rolled up his sleeves slowly, the dark blue color complimenting his smooth skin, his eyes closed as if he was in pain saying it, “This was great and all but I’ve got a lot of work to do so if we can hurry this up - “

The promise you had made to yourself popped up in your brain and you zoomed to your feet, speeding into your explanation, “That’s okay we can do this another time really, it’s not that important-”

“Whoa whoa .” Jeongguk raised both eyebrows, hands drifting to stay on his hips. “You’re bailing out on me here?”

“Well it’s more like I’m bailing on myself,” you mumbled to yourself, ducking your head and poking your sock covered toes at the carpet.

Jeongguk let out a bare scoff, a bit surprised and maybe a bit offended, and proceeded to cross his arms with a sharp gaze.  “Well can I ask why?”

You glanced up at him, slightly intimidated, and played at your fingertips, feeling your hands start to sweat up and you glanced around.

“Look, don’t take it personally, it’s nothing against you, I mean you must be a great guy but I’m just-” you broke off, ducking away from his gaze. “I’m kinda scared. And I’m not really looking for a one-night stand, you get me?”

Looking up with hopeful eyes, you took in Jeongguk’s calculating eyes, grazing up and down you, before he took one step forward.

“If you don’t want it to stop, we can go another path,” Jeongguk murmured, reaching his hand out to tip your chin up and tug you closer. Your feet stumbled underneath you put you caught yourself, staring  up into his wide brown eyes in alarm. “Who’s to say we have to stop seeing each other?”

Jeongguk trailed his other hand up your arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake, and you felt yourself grow weak, become putty against his hands. Your head was growing fuzzy, a haze clouding your mind as you stared up at Jeongguk, watching the brown hair flop over his forehead and down to his dangerous dark eyes.

“Do you understand love?”

You pulled yourself back slightly, clearing your throat and shaking your head, trying to rid the haze from your head.

“Look,” you tried again weakly, eyes fluttering at the way Jeongguk dipped his head and kissed your shoulder delicately, and though you wore many layers, you felt the searing heat that spread through your body from that one spot.

“I’ll be gentle.” He whispered softly, and the mood in the air shifted, his hands finding way to your hips, thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your skin, nuzzling into your neck, and you felt the heat from his mouth.

“Can I?” he asked, and you heard the slight want in his voice, laced oh so wondrously with heat.

Your tongue felt too heavy, and so you slid your hands up to his hair, sliding through the soft strands and tilting your head back farther, exposing the expanse of your throat.

Yes please

Jeongguk let out a noise, closing the distance and placing a hot open mouthed kiss to your throat, making your head roll back and mouth part, his nails digging into you, one hand sliding to your back to stabilize you, and you gasped out a tiny, “Oh.”

Jeongguk was moving before you knew it, grabbing a hold of your hand before striding to his room, and you followed him, heart in your throat and you had few seconds to view the nice room before you were pressed up to a wall, Jeongguk’s face all you could see as he neared your lips.

“Can I take it?” He whispered, eyes trained on your lips. “Your first kiss?”

Your breath caught slightly when he glanced up, and the need was apparent, so damn apparent, you felt slightly dizzy at the thought.

“Yes,” you found yourself nodding and just like that, he had swooped down to capture your lips in his, pulling you along with him, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you close.

Soft, luscious lips kissed you, pressed you into the wall, hands roaming up and down your body, mapping it out for Jeongguk to remember, long strong fingers rubbing soothing patterns as he tilted his head, teasingly licking at your lips with his tongue before moving.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to remain calm as you felt him tilt his head and kiss you again, the world spinning as he pressed your further into the wall. All your senses were heightened, acute of the way his hands clutched your shirt in his fists and the way he smiled whenever you gasped when your lips parted.

When he pulled back, you blinked up at him, breathless, literally, your vision fuzzy and nerves on edge, heart pounding a million beats a second.

“Was I okay?” he teased, a raise of eyebrow.

You couldn’t find the words to respond, jaw slack, and chose instead to answer by looping your fingers into the hoops of his jeans and tugging him back for another kiss, giggling slightly when he mumbled an ‘okay then’.

This doesn’t feel like a quick fuck and go. That was all you could think of as you kissed, wrapping your arms around him again and going on your tip toes to gain more leverage, tipping your head back when the kiss got too intense and let out a slight groan when Jeongguk sucked at your skin.

“Oh my god I’m sorry,” you rushed to apologize but you stopped when Jeongguk picked one hand to brace next to your head, head remaining ducked as he spoke:

“Can I - god, Y/N, can I fuck you?”

You felt yourself go up another level of dizziness at his words, blinking quickly to ground yourself and you nodded, fisting at Jeongguk’s shoulder, finding yourself whisper, “Please.”

The world spun with colors as Jeongguk spun both of you around, still clutched to each other, and made way to the bed, dropping you and kneeling a top of you.

He made way to unbutton his shirt but he glanced down  at you, debating, before he took your hand and said, “C’mere.”

You were tugged up onto your feet by the boy, spun around to face him so he tilted his chin to glance up at you. Hand still clasped in his, he placed your fingers to his top buttons and said, “Go ahead.”

You swallowed, not daring to look up to his eyes, working your fingers to motion as you ever so slowly popped the buttons open, cursing slightly when your grip slipped, and Jeongguk smirked. “Easy there.”

You gave him a light glare which he tilted his head at with a grin, before you finally unbuttoned all the buttons, his shirt hanging open and you wrenched your eyes up and away from his very toned stomach, retracting your hands. “Now?”

“This isn’t a lab experiment babe.” Jeongguk laughed, leaning his hands back. “Just do what you feel is right.”

Sighing, you closed your eyes, reaching somewhere in you to steel yourself, before opening your eyes and reaching back out, but this time to trace at Jeongguk’s neck, dipping your finger into the crevice of his collarbones, and dragging a hesitant line down his sternum, eyes flicking up to gauge his reaction.

His head was tilted to the side, eyes half shut, but murmured, “Go on.”

You pushed the boundary and placed your palm flat against his stomach, feeling his abs contract and your breaths stuttered. Teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you pulled your hand back to let only your fingertips dance down down down till they reached the seemingly expensive and heavy buckle that held Jeongguk’s lower body in secret. 

In a rush of confidence, you dropped your hand further till you traced at the bulge that strained painfully against his jeans, and you heard the sharp intake from above you. Your eyes slowly dragged up to Jeongguk’s, who gazed at you for a bated breath before launching forward and tugging you into a kiss, laying himself back on the bed and pulling you atop him.

You gasped as his hands found way to the bottom of your ass, and your head tilted back to let out a high pitch noise when he craned his neck up to suck harshly, dropping your head meekly to hide yourself.

“C’mon babe,” Jeongguk encouraged, licking a long stripe up your neck and murmured in you ear, “Whatever you’ve dreamed of doing, do it right now.”

You let out a sound you never thought you could make, the whole scenario too much for you, and you gripped at the sheets.

“Jeongguk,” you gasped, trying to catch his attention. “K-Kiss-”

He let out a bare smile before leaning up and capturing your lips, sealing your lips together and slowly tilting  his head to deepen the kiss, and you fell into him, knees digging onto the sides of his hips.

Something hot was uncurling inside of you, stirring heat inside of you and making you whine, breaking the kiss to sit  up slightly.

Jeongguk glanced up in confusion, and you rushed to explain with frustration, hands coming up to push the hair that fell in front of your forehead back,. “I -I feel hot and it hurts-”

You were rolled around so you were underneath Jeongguk and he growled out, “You’re gonna fucking kill me,” before capturing your lips in another kiss, hands digging in your hips and tugging you up to meet the roll of hips that sent you crying out, head falling back as you gasped out, “Jeongguk oh my god-”

“I’ll take care of you,” Jeongguk hushed, making you nod quickly, before reaching down to play with your shirt. “Can I?”

You hesitated, your insecurities and anxiety climbing up quickly and you moved to sit up when Jeongguk noticed the alarm in your eyes, calming you down with a hand on your hip. “It’s okay, we don’t have to do it.”

You glanced away, embarrassed, feeling yourself grow hot all over, and oddly, you felt tears sprout at the edges of your eyes.

“Hey hey,” Jeongguk leaned down, thumbing at the tears. “I’m sorry was I going too fast? Do you want to stop?”

“No! No it’s just.” you brushed at your tears and stared at Jeongguk’s ear, trying to look at anywhere but his eyes and his painfully bare body. This was the last thing you needed. Were you really crying over not being able to think straight?  “I don’t know what I’m doing and it’s embarrassing.”

“It’s alright.” Jeongguk smirked, though his expression held no mockery - only patience. “I’ll teach you. We have a lot of time. Okay? So don’t worry.”

His words oddly made you feel calmer and you let out a tiny nod, fingertips idly dancing over his body to shake your thoughts away and he let out a tiny laugh, tilting his  head back and commenting in a whisper, “Your fingers seem to be knowing what they’re doing.”

You flushed at the comment, flicking your eyes up to see his eyes shut, before leaning forward and kissing at his beautifully tanned neck, noting the way he flinched but did not move you away, instead humming and letting you kiss up his neck and down before tentatively licking over a point where he groaned.

“God baby,” he dropped his head to your shoulder, “Please let me touch you.”

You whispered out, “Okay,” and he set in motion, kissing from your lips to your shoulder and down your shirt to the hem of your jeans, flicking his lashes up to gaze up to your eyes and push a  tiny peep of your shirt to kiss at the skin there.

You gasped, head tilting back and encouraging him, “It’s okay, go on.”

You felt your nerves catch up to you, and though you gave him the go ahead sign, you threw your arms over your eyes and prepared yourself.

He huffed out a tiny laugh before slowly unbuttoning, placing a kiss once more there before tugging your jeans down your legs, watching in awe as goosebumps broke up, letting his hands slid up your legs to massage into your thighs.

Suddenly you jerked up, grabbing at his hands and saying, “Actually what if I’m not good enough, I think we should stop - “

“Hey.” Jeongguk hushed you, blinking up at you with something hard in his eyes. “Say the word and we’ll stop but don’t you ever say you’re not good enough.”

You gulped at his words, cowering slightly at his firm gaze, somehow ending up nodding and leaning back down. I’ll take care of you, were his words, and you blinked up at the ceiling, telling yourself to trust his words.

Jeongguk, after making sure you were okay, turned his attention back to your body, hands massaging at your skin and leaning down to press kisses here and there.

When his kisses trailed up to the edge of your underwear, he whispered, “I can smell you fuck,” and pressed a hot open mouthed kiss to your mound, making you keen and drop your head back, hands tugging at the sheets.

His fingers were on your hips, toying with the straps of your underwear, before drifting down and pulling it away from your lips, breathing out a light, “holy fuck,” and before you could even think of being shy he dove down, licking a long stripe up and nuzzling deep into you, tongue and teeth scraping and licking at your lips.

“Oh my god-” you choked out, tilting your head to the side as you tried to keep your noises low.

Jeongguk was making down right filthy sounds, licking at your lips and sucking hard, his hands coming up to tug at your thighs away, eyes shut as he feasted like a deprived a man, hands slipping to circle your thighs and hold them in place.

“Oh my god Jeongguk,” you whispered, your voice cracking and you made a bare eye contact with him, his eyes boring into you from below, before you tilted your head to the side, the back of your hand pressing into your mouth as your hips twitched.

“Gonna have to stretch you out baby,” he murmured as he tilted his head to the side, catching the skin in between his teeth to suck bruises on your skin. His tongue lapped at the stinging area, thumbs rubbing soothingly into your skin.“That okay with you?”

“Y-Yes,” you stuttered out, mind reeling at his words, propped up on your elbows and fingers fisted into the sheets. Jeongguk gave you a tiny smirk, eyes flicking up to you with a patch of your skin in between his teeth before he released you and slid into a comfortable position.

Laying flat on his stomach, Jeongguk pressed at your thighs, pushing dangerously them apart, letting his lashes flutter against your skin as he laid his head onto your thigh, watching sideways as he brought a finger up to trace your mound.

An embarrassed whine climbed up your throat at the intensity in his eyes, thighs tensing and Jeongguk caught the movement, laying still but flicking his eyes up to gaze at you with mirth. You parted your lips with narrowed eyes to tell him to quick teasing but -

Jeongguk, with an agonizingly slow pace and fixed gaze, slipped a single finger into you, catching his bottom lip in between his teeth as he watched you swallow up his digit, your walls so fucking tight.

“J-Jeongg-guk-” you gasped, hips jerking as you sunk your teeth into your lips, eyes desperate as you watched Jeongguk hushed you with a turn of his head to kiss at your thigh before pulling his hand back and sinking back into you.

“Oh,” you let a pleased hum and fell back onto the bed, hands coming up to cover your face as you felt the boy’s pace slowly, yet steadily, pick up, the burn against your walls so delicious and slow you felt yourself loose yourself at the ends.

You tried to keep it in, you really did, but the way Jeongguk had propped his chin onto your hip bone to gaze at you with a hot gaze as his arms flexed with how fast he had started to thrust into you made you squirm, whine out breathy sighs of his name up into the air, back arching slightly every moment or so before sinking back into the sheets when his other hand smoothed of the expanse of your skin, warm and heavy before he cupped your hip and pressing down firmly.

You picked up your head to give him a questioning glance before he braced his arm against your hip, pinning you down firmly, before resuming his attack on your lips, hand thrusting into you too fast for you to keep up.

“Jeongguk! P-Please oh,” you twisted your body to the side, your mind short circuiting as the pleasure built, alarmingly fast, that coil inside your gust twisting precariously tighter with each second he crooked his fingers into you.

Jeongguk’s brows came close together as he turned his gaze down to your mound, leaning down to lick at his thumb, inhaling the smell of your sex and groaning, before rubbing hard circles onto  your clit with his slicked thumb, letting out a grunt when you choked out a breathy, “Oh my god.”

You two made eye contact when Jeongguk leaned back down, tongue hanging out to lick up at your clit, his nose brushing against that sensitive bundle on your mound and your legs jerked, hastily trying to press shut as your cheeks burned in shame. 

But Jeongguk’s hands were there, strong and unmoving as he pinned your legs apart, one eyebrow cocking up at you with his lips still firmly lapping at your juices, as if to say wanna try that again?

You let out an apologetic whine, your face feeling hot and sticky as you brought your hand up to run a hand through your hair, one finger ending up in your mouth as you watched him suck at you ruthlessly, making you squirm in agony.

The coil was getting tight, winding you up and making you ache for your release, and you had absolutely no idea how to ask for it, desperation clouding your mind as your hips danced off the sheets, one hand coming down to grip his hair.

“Jeongguk,” you rasped, eyes catching his as he leaned back slightly to bring his hands closer to your mound and spread at the skin there so he could have a better access to your pussy, leaning back in swiftly to suck at your lips, eyes wide and unbashed as he stared up at you.

“Oh god Jeongguk you’re gonna kill me,” you breathed out in one breath, dropping back onto your back. At a particular hard suck, you cried out, a high pitched, “Please!” escaping your lips and loud enough for Jeongguk to move away with a low growl.

Pressing up onto his knees, he watched as your face fell and knees pulled close to hide yourself, hands splayed out next to your head, but Jeongguk simply pried at your knees, eyes dark and promising as he grunted out, “Fuck do you have any idea how good you sound?” You keened back in response.

“God, I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he vowed, leaning over you as he pushed at his jeans down. “Make you scream.”

You tried to ignore the way your body burned alight at the statement, gulping and helping him push the jeans down and kissing him back as he dipped down, hands grabbing at your wrists, tugging them to place around his back.

“Dig in my back if it hurts too much, okay?” he whispered against your lips, one hand dropping to push his boxers down.

You nodded, keeping eye contact with him as he flung his boxers somewhere, breath hitching as you felt something line up at your entrance, a slight whimper escaping you, and Jeongguk instantly froze, eyes flying to you.

“Hey, hey. You’re gonna be fine. We can still back out now, okay? Just give me the word love.”

At your hesitant gaze, he carried on. “Don’t think about me. Just about yourself, okay?”

You blinked up at him, lips slightly trembling, before you steeled yourself. It was okay, right? Jeongguk was experienced, and judging my how slow he went, he knew how anxious you were. If your tapped out, he’d stop instantly, right?

Looping your arms around Jeongguk’s neck, you cheekily whispered, “Say please first.”

Jeongguk stared at you, silent for a split second, before his eyes started to sparkle and he let out a laugh. “You’re really making it hard for me to maintain a bad boy image, you know that?”

You giggled, watching breathlessly as Jeongguk’s face straightened into a serious one and he dipped down, nosing at your cheek before grinning, “Will you let me fuck you, please, Y/N?”

You thought you’d laugh when he’d say it, but the way his body pressed into you and his hands held you made you arch your back and mumble, “Yes, yes, yes.”

Jeongguk aligned himself at your entrance and your toes slightly curled, but Jeongguk’s fingers curled around your chin and pulled you in for a kiss, slow and deep and filled with something you couldn’t quite place, before he slipped in.

The pain was obvious, something that pierced so deep that made you pull away from Jeongguk’s lips and blink up at the ceiling, tears swimming at the edges of your eyes.

“Shh,” Jeongguk hushed, holding his hips square against yours, bowing down and pressing his forehead to the side of your head, kissing at the spot above your ear. “You’re so strong,” he whispered, his voice straining, jaw clenched as his thumb came to wipe at your tears.

“Hurts,” you whimpered, tilting to look at Jeongguk, and he kissed you, keeping your lips pressed together as he whispered, “It’ll become better okay love? Can I move?”

You nodded, hands clutching his bare shoulders, wincing as he pulled out before slipping back in, and though it felt weird, and stung a bit, you started to feel the thrum of pleasure that erupted inside of your body, and you arched up slightly, tossing your head to the side and groaning out, “Jeongguk yes-”

“There we go,” Jeongguk hummed leaning back and pulling back before slamming hard into you and you whined, pleasure burning your insides and making something deep in the pit of your stomach coil tightly.

“J-Jeongguk yes yes please,” you gasped, hands falling from his neck to his chest, bouncing with every thrust of his, your body too hot underneath the layers of clothes.

“Does it feel good baby?” Jeongguk leaned over you, rolling his hips deep into you. “You with me?”

“Jeongguk,” you gasped, glaring up at him playfully, “Stop talking and use those hips more.”

A slight of a smile erupted on his face before he pulled back and thrusted deeply inside, purring at the way you cried out.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” he asked at the way your face pinched. “Gonna come so quickly?”

Your cheeks bursted into flames and you tilted your head to the side, keening at the way he hit that one spot, the coil tightening  by every second.

“Jeongguk I think I ‘m-”

“Go on baby,” Jeongguk hummed into your ear, voice thick with lust, hips picking up in pace as he hiked your legs around his waist. “Come for me love.”

You cried out, hand in his hair and other covering your mouth as the pace picked up and you came, back arching and a high pitched cry erupting out of your mouth.

“Oh, oh,” you kept chanting as you came down from your high, arms looped around Jeongguk and cheek pressed to his shoulder. A shiver went through you as you felt his hands dig into your hips and he slowed to a stop, mumbling out a tight, “You okay?”

Nodding, you caught your breathe before asking, “Aren’t you gonna…?”

“It’s fine,” he moved to pull out but you tightened your grip on his waist, pressing your forehead to his neck. “Go on.”

He hesitated for a second before making sure with a “Really?” before slipping his hips back and slamming into you, and every thrust sent shivers into you, making you whimper into his ear, all while he murmured, “That’s it, good girl.”

You expected the time after sex to be awkward, but you found it to be comfortable.

Jeongguk had cleaned you up, claiming that you’d regret it in the morning if you didn’t, and pulled the covers over you, tossing a shirt and boxers to you to change into.

It required no extensive knowledge that he expected you to stay the night, and you found yourself following, slipping on the clothes and crawling under the covers.

When Jeongguk reappeared a half hour later, he was dressed in just his boxers, hair messed up in a glorified way that screamed sex-god.

He gave you a smile, a tiny one, before he slipped into bed, picking his head up to mumble out a “Goodnight” before leaning forward and clicking the light off to send the room  into pitch black darkness.

[takeiteasypeasybaby]

Save Me: Chapter 39 - Try

~Hey guys! Chapter 39 is out now! We’re almost up to 40 chapters of Save Me!! I can't believe it, it feels like just yesterday that I started this blog :) I hope everyone is doing well and enjoys this chapter~

Both Molly and Negan are learning to trust outsiders again. While Negan tries and struggles to open up to anyone who isn't Molly, Molly is trying to put the past behind her and find a new reason to carry on, which come in the form of new arrivals at Hilltop.

I reached Hilltop with a renewed sense of clarity regarding Negan.

I think it took me until now to realise that the past, while hard to swallow, is the past for a reason and it doesn't mean that he is the same person as he was back then.

Seeing the Sanctuary in ruin was what I needed to realise that what happened to me there is completely behind me and the man responsible is long since dead.

I think now I can finally learn to forgive him for his past crimes, after all we have all done things to survive and protect those we love.

I don't expect anyone else to forgive and certainly not forget, but perhaps just simply acknowledge that there is more to him than his past actions.

When I rocked up to the gates, my mind turned back to the attention of Tara's new people she had brought to us.

She had radioed me and told me that she found them in the woods just outside of Oceanside and thought that they would be of use at Hilltop.

'Mol!' Tara yelled happily as she waved while she ran into my arms.

'Agh! I've missed you so damn much!' I said squeezing her tightly and burying my face into the crook of her neck.

'So...who are they?' I said as she pulled away.

'Well, there are five of them. There were six, but he died en route' she said softly.

I just nodded, looking in the direction of the group she had just described who were standing around outside the house.

I exhaled, 'alright, let's get this shit done' I said enthusiastically, smiling at my sister who led me to meet them.

'Hi, I'm Molly. I am co-leader here at Hilltop' I said warmly as I shook hands with all of them.

There was one guy and the rest were women.

All extremely capable looking.

'I'm Yumiko!' a kind looking woman said smiling while she adjusted her bow on her shoulders.

A woman with sharp features glared at her when she did that, I guessed that she was the leader of this group.

'What's your name?' I asked softly to the leader.

'Magna' she said hastily.

I just nodded with a slight smile.

'I'm Luke, lovely to meet you by the way!' a large set man with soft features and kind eyes said as he shook my hand for the second time.

I just smiled and chuckled at his awkwardness.

'Great to meet you' I replied as I shook his hand.

Next, were the final two women who seemed to remain silent and very much bonded together which I could tell by their close proximity to each other.

'My name's Kelly, this is my sister Connie. She's deaf, but I can sign to her and translate' she said smiling.

I smiled and nodded to Kelly.

I then looked to Connie and signed to her 'It's wonderful to meet you Connie, I hope you will like it here'.

They all looked at me in wonder and Connie's smile seemed to widen at this.

'I learned to sign when I was at school. My cousin was deaf' I said verbally and with sign so that everyone could listen.

I wanted them to trust in me and I hoped I had done just that.

'We usually like to ask a couple questions to new citizens of the Hilltop community. Would that be okay?' I said, again also signing.

They all nodded, Magna was hesitant at first.

'Great, what were your occupations before?' I asked while Tara wrote down their answers.

'Gas station attendant' Magna said looking down.

'Lawyer' Yumiko answered while making direct eye contact.

'Music teacher' Luke said enthusiastically.

Kelly used ASL to ask Connie who replied that she was a Journalist and that Kelly was in High School.

I nodded to Tara, impressed by each of them.

'Who are you now?' I asked seriously.

'Survivors' Luke answered sternly.

'Good' I responded, 'well then, welcome to Hilltop' I added.

'So...whatcha think?' Tara asked me as she linked her arm through mine as we walked through the fields after the interview.

'I like them, they seem like genuinely nice people' I answered.

'I am a bit worried about Magna' Tara said nervously.

'She seems hesitant to be here' she added.

'You said they lost somebody before you brought them here right? No wonder she's unwilling to trust right away, I mean you wouldn't' I said reassuringly.

'You're right...as always' Tara said rolling her eyes.

I just chuckled as I said 'yep'.

We suddenly spun around to look towards the gates when a loud exhaust noise sounded from that direction.

It was a motorbike.

Daryl came driving through and parked up outside the gate.

'It's Daryl' I said tapping Tara on the arm for her to follow me as I ran down to see him.

'Hey!' I shouted as I came closer.

'Hey, just came to some equipment for Eugene's new radio thing' he said barely looking at me as he marched towards the house.

'That was odd' Tara said as we watched him leave.

'Yeah, that was weird. Fuck he must be mad at me' I said in realisation.

'It could be me?' Tara asked.

I just shook my head and chuckled saying 'he's never mad at you'.

I told Tara that I would meet her later but first I needed to talk to Daryl.

I followed him up to the house where he was placing down the equipment.

'Daryl...can we talk?' I asked anxiously as I peered around the door frame.

'I dunno, can we?' he answered with annoyance running through his voice.

I looked down, yep he was definitely mad at me.

'Why are you so pissed at me? I thought we worked everything out when we searched for Rick all those past months' I said furrowing my brows in confusion.

He sighed and stood up.

He pointed at me and said 'you're a real piece of work you know that' as he walked past me.

I opened my mouth in disbelief.

'What? what are you talking about?' I asked in confusion.

'You know what. Negan' he said as he carried on placing stuff on various surfaces.

'What about Negan?' I said looking away from his gaze.

'You two best buddies now? that all square?' he asked sternly.

'It's complicated' I answered so softly that he barely heard me.

He scoffed at this, 'the guy is an asshole and you're acting like he's hot shit' he answered.

'I believe that he can change, I believe he has changed, so does Michonne by the way and I don't see you attacking her for this. Why me, huh?' I said gaining more confidence as I walked slowly towards him with every word.

'You can do better' he grunted as he walked out of the room.

My eyes widened as the realisation of the meaning of his words hit me.

Negan's POV//

'You are here, aware of yourself' Gabe said softly as he tried to perform some meditation shit to get me to relax.

I had my eyes closed as I sat on the floor of my cell, Gabe on the other side.

'Just let it go' he added.

'Don't judge the distraction, accept it' he said, his voice muffled by the sound of children laughing and playing outside.

'Scaredy cat, scaredy cat!' the children chanted outside my cell window.

'Consider it, then release it' he continued.

This wasn't fucking relaxing at all. I scrunched up my face in frustration.

'Just let it wash over you' he went on.

'You know what, screw it. Mind never empties anyway, generally I go straight to that place which would blush the collar right off of you' I said as I opened my eyes and sighed.

'Although, now that you and Rosita are a thing, maybe I'm wrong...I mean, hot damn!' I said smirking and bouncing the ball off the concrete wall.

'I wanna understand why you do this. You clearly want help, I can see you trying' Gabe said softly.

I scoffed.

'Yeah, maybe we cooked it up, chewed it up and shat it out already. Maybe this is all we get' I said deflecting his statement.

'You don't feel like you're getting any benefit to our sessions?' he asked with a smile which screamed of annoyance.

'Well, I am reminded that another week has passed, but other than that...' I said continuing bouncing the ball.

Gabe sighed, frustrated with my response.

'Ah, don't take it personally Gabe, I know I'm never gettin' outta here. I do appreciate you coming down here and helping me when that was touch-and-go for me. But, now I got everything I need. This little window right here is just like a damn TV and I loved the shit outta TV when that was a thing!' I said enthusiastically.

'Acceptance is an important first step, but a life needs to have meaning-' Gabe started to say before I cut him off.

'Funny thing about this window right here, people stand out there and they talk. It's like they don't remember that I'm here, and that, well that is when I get the really good shit. You know just the other day, Rosita was out there chattin' up a storm. She said some things that you would find very interesting' I teased.

'I don't need you to tell me how Rosita feels about me' he said smiling falsely.

'Now who said she was talking' about you' I said smiling and catching the ball in my hands.

'We'll try this again next week' Gabe said tiredly.

'It's your world boss' I answered.

Judith's POV//

I sat on the stairs in my PJ's as mom locked the doors for the night.

'Judith Grimes!' she said sternly as she saw that I was holding my dad's gun in my hand.

'You said dad would've wanted me to have it, to protect myself and the people I love' I replied questioningly.

'He would've, but I'm the one whose supposed to be protecting you' mom replied softly.

'Is that why you don't want the new people here, because I think dad would've thought differently' I said.

Mom smiled as she said 'he would've and he would be so proud of you, your brother too'.  

'Then why won't you help them?' I asked.

'You'll understand someday' she replied.

I hated when she said that.

I got up, walked down the stairs and said sadly 'I know you talk to him sometimes, to Carl too'.

I set down my favourite figurine on the step, which mom said looked like my dad.

He wore a sheriff's hat and pointed a gun.

'I'm starting to forget their voices. I'm not trying to, but they keep fading away' I said as I started to cry.

'I hope you can still hear them' I said sadly before I ran back up the stairs to my room.

Somehow Negan now felt more like my dad...

[rcris123]

He simply wrote in his journal next day: I FUCKED him. ‘cause there ain’t nothing more to it. Well nothing more he can say about it...

He got the man upstairs; a small room, bodies up against the wall. No words; there ain’t any. Just that look, dark eyes flickering like embers in the light of a single candle; but to say that’s lust he ain’t knowin’, but desire- Maybe that’s his own. Just to run hands through dark hair; it’s gotten longer in those weeks. Arthur raked his fingers round the back of his skull up. Sebastian left his head soft; eyes flickered shut and mouth hung just slightly open. He had thin lips, but Arthur’s watching them intently, like there ain’t nothing else to focus on: how breath’s rollin’ panting out of them.

And he liked kissing that neck, biting down into it: skin’s soft beneath lips, elastic, so easily sucked in; he can even feel the pulse, rushed. And he ain’t thought Sebastian’ll be sounding like that or that the moaning of a goddamn man will have him harden. That ain’t a man thou, or at least it ain’t any man. Not to him and not now.

Sebastian unbuttons his shirt, suspenders slide down.

A fast motion: Arthur’s arms move from the head to pinning the man’s waist against the wall, his own hips moving forward. No words, a huff, a rushed exhale. Hands slide underneath the fabric, up on bare skin: it’s sweaty, muscle lean and firm under fingertips. He searches upwards, sliding palms along the side of the body, Sebastian dragging him closer in where he can hear the man’s breaths right against his ear. He’s doing that on purpose; he can almost see the smirk on his lips.

“Hard for me-”

Chin is pushed up with another kiss on the neck, on Adam’s Apple, sucking the breath outta him.

And Arthur ain’t aroused alone; Sebastian’s erect, unbuttoning his pants. Fingers work skilled even with the little space between the two of ‘em; then stop on the rim of Arthur’s trousers. One finger slides underneath, the thumb on the button. Then stops, lets Arthur grind himself upward once, against Sebastian’s free twitching cock.

“Open it already-” Impatient, harsh, his own hand slides down to help, but motions clash with each other, inefficient.

But it springs out soon enough. And when it does Sebastian pushed him just a bit away with one arm. Goddamn it- A frustrated groan, that Sebastian meets with guiding Arthur’s chin up to look at his face.

Man slides two fingers in his own mouth, then reaches down between his legs, lubing himself up with spit. And Arthur pushes him up, legs apart, around his waist. Cocks shove against each other; the knot in his navel tightens and throbs. Jesus Christ, he’s-

Another ball of spit from Sebastian’s hand to his anus, man bent over himself to reach the spot and it’s quite something to hold him and just watch: the way subtle moans bubble out, it sounds pained at first then mellowed out to sound sweeter. Arthur’s chest is tight, tingling in a way he ain’t remembering. And he almost forgets himself there if it weren’t for Sebastian propping himself up on his shoulders with one arm wrapped around him and a hand searching for Arthur’s cock.

“C’mon--” Sebastian urges and Arthur obliges. It’s more of a thrust in; not all that gentle. Teeth grit: “Ungh-” But man’s so tight he can’t help another thrust before the pained moans register: “Fuck--”

“Sorry-” Arthur breathes against him, easing up.

“Keep it slow... Agh- Fuck.”

It catches up with him and for a moment fear grips him so he don’t do nothing, sitting there, dick throbbing inside.

“Fuck you, Arthur-” With one arm still looped around his shoulders and another propping up on his abdomen Sebastian starts grinding himself slow up and down his cock, chin pressed to chest, moans staring to roll out again: “Agh-Fuck--”

He tries to meet the pace, despite the heat that flared up at his crotch, itching, urging him to move fast and harsh. It throbs and it’s almost painfully delicious how slow it’s going, muscles clenching around his girth.

“Aahhh...” this one’s his own, low, raspy and drawn out. “Keep on-”

Sebastian wraps his other arm around Arthur’s neck and keeps working with upward swings, soft gasps escaping with each motion. And his hands catch the rhythm and soon pick it up where Sebastian leaves it, drowning out moans on the man’s neck. He only now registers the smell: sweet, salty from sweat, stinging of cigarette smoke and a dash of alcohol; it smelled like sex. Arthur pushes him further against the wall for support, hands glued to his waist, holding him in place now, ‘cause now it’s time he thrusts up, steadier at first, longer and drawn out. Teeth come together and breath’s exhaled through barely parted lips, holding in the actual moans bubbling in the back of his throat and the feeling that he should just give up trying to be this gentle.

“Agh—Ahrthur-”

Don’t say his name like that-

Arthur leans further in, the next buck is heavy, making Sebastian gasp out. A slow draw out.

“Arthur--” it’s rougher and the man’s hands glide on his back and burry in his hair.

Composure’s lost. Thrusts go deep and fast and maybe both o’ them sound more like animals than actual people. He ain’t pretty, he ain’t decent, Sebastian’s both and it’s his mouth that hangs open with grunts and pants, gripping into his hair like tomorrow’s lost. And he may just be the only man. Sebastian’s hand sneaks between bodies and feverishly strokes his own erection:

“Fuu- agh- Hit higher-”

What? He slows down a moment to reconsider before hips buck somewhat underneath:

“There?-”

“Yes~”

Breaths’ all short, cut by other noises as pace picks up again, faster, harsher. What’s this man made of him. What’s made of him, ‘cause his chest feelin’ like sinking while bursting with flames-

Arthur can’t keep up the pace; he ignored it before, the sting in his left shoulder, but his arm’s gone numb now.

“I can’t—Seba-Ah.” Motions come to a halt, and he turns their bodies to the one bed cramped to their right.

Arthur tried bringing him down gentle, but it wasn’t quite that; he slips out.

“Shit! Sebastian I’m-” sorry.

He ain’t got to say that, lips upon lips, Sebastian spins him round, pins him to the bed, breaks the kiss, leaving Arthur gasping for air. Legs part and the man sits back down on his cock with a held in moan, only shadowed by his own. Sebastian’s soon to make him a whore as a hand snuck up and fingers pinched one of his nipples, twisting it slowly between them. And no matter how he tried keeping it down within himself Arthur breaks out loud, shame not forgotten but shoved aside. A hand of his own tries to find its way down and stroke Sebastian’s cock as the least he could offer.

And oh, what a sight that was: with his head thrown back, body thrusting up and down, and his mouth moaning a semblance of his name, Arthur’s almost all completely lost, his own lips wide open.

Hand still works, squeezing, feeling the veins pulse underneath, at last deciding that he should press his thumb on the tip. He ain’t careful, lets it slips in circles. Sebastian bucks forward, grips his cock and Arthur’s hand both and strokes himself more furiously:

“AGH- C’mon, C’mon- Ah- Arthur, fuck C’mon- AH!” Motion stops for a moment, body jerks, moans come out cut. “Ahhhh-” this one sounds almost soft, a long, drawn-out final stroke, letting all the cum drip onto their hands.

And Sebastian promptly wipes himself on Arthur’s chest, gets off of him.

“Donchu-” He comes down and those thin lips wrap around his shaft. The pressure builds up again and Arthur slides off from the bed just a bit, legs spreading out only a lil’ allowing Sebastian more room. “Jesus Christ- Agh-” Veins throb against lips, the knot keeps tying itself up in his navel, sweet and awfully itching to be let go- Hands find Sebastian’s face, head, sink into his hair. “There-ah-” His mouth’s so tight around his cock that one more slide of that tongue down the underside sends him into orgasm. “Ahhgh---”

Sebastian not only waits for all of it to come out, he sucks him dry and swallows it. There’s a cloth by the side of the table that’s used to wipe that poor fool Arthur clean. Limbs sprawled on the bed he’s nothing more than a panting mess.

They fucked.

“Sweet mother of-” a hand, a clean hand, wipes down his face. What the hell’s he done he ain’t fucked for... 16 years?...

“Clean up.” Sebastian’s still huffing and when Arthur ain’t responsive to the request, man takes it upon himself to mop up the mess they made on his other hand.

It’s still sticky, but he springs up, and both arms bring Sebastian to him, to his mouth. He ain’t sure why he wanted that as bad, but here he is, laying down, dragging the man on top of him, just to feel him close and his rushed breath onto his lips. Christ, what’s he done to him.

“Sebastian...” whispered like a prayer.

Isaac was right about that happiness part.

 The click of the door opening and a saddlebag getting thrown down is what wakes him up next morning. A yawn, a brush down the man’s back: Sebastian slept on his lap, head on Arthur’s shoulder, and both of them crammed in an armchair. And oh, he’s numb, but he don’t wanna wake Sebastian.

“Mornin’...” Isaac was up before them again, and he clearly went out grocery shopping, having just returned. “Whatchu up to, boy?”

“Provisions; think we was getting low on ‘em.” He unpacks half, for his father. “We ain’t been out much...”

They ain’t been... Arthur’s been getting sloppy in his old age, injured so much, letting the kid fend for himself and all that. Guilt grips him again.

“You a’right, Pa?”

Why’s he asking? ‘cause of Sebastian.

“Perfect.” A thin smile then a sigh. The boy ain’t stupid, he caught on. Now how’s he s’possed to break it to him. He shifts just a bit upwards, careful to carry Sebastian with himself: “Say, uhm... would you mind if Sebastian hung around more often.”

Boy’s eyes widen for a moment, lips part, then head bobs up and down: “No... No, not at all. He a’right?...”

“Yeah.” Yet another smile. “It’s a-”

“Fuck!” Sebastian’s somewhat muffled, yet still loud as he stretches out and groans, a hand reaching for his lower backside.

Isaac snorts, then succumbs to laughter: “Okay, got that.” He can barely stifle a laugh and Arthur can’t quite contain his embarrassment, shifts away, and Sebastian’s inches away from falling off in his half asleep daze.

“Guess we confessed our dirty lil’ secret then, but you old enough to know that Isaac.” He tried to sound confident.

“Well can’t say it ain’t a lil’ strange. Thought men only liked women, but he saved your life.”

Sebastian was not awake, muffling yet another groan: “What?”

“Go back to sleep-”Arthur chuckles.

A hum; the man twists up and Arthur’s bones and tendons pop underneath: “I would if you’d stop talking.”

“Su~re...”

Isaac looks at Arthur, at them both knowingly and as if both of them were stupid. But, well, ain’t that the truth. Son should be knowin’ his father was a miserable fool already. All them years, all them years and it’s still Isaac that somehow makes sense of the messes he ends up in. And there’s one thing he can say for sure: Sebastian cared for the kid.

“Watchu up to today?” Sebastian asks, stretching his arms above his head, pacing around the room barefoot, unsteady on them.

“Ain’t quite sure yet...” Arthur tries to sit up as well, stumbles backwards, ‘cause a full grown man slept all night on him. He’s all numb and sore. “Was thinkin’ of finding some real profession for Isaac.” The boy perked up.

“With your... lifestyle, I think you’d be quite qualified for bounty hunting.”

Arthur laughs at that loud: “Ain’t you wantin’ to know the price on my head?”

“Ain’t thought you’re a wanted man, Mr. Morgan.”

“5000 dollars.” It almost sounded like boasting, the boy ain’t pleased.

Sebastian freezes up. “5000 dollars? For you?...”

“Maybe you can turn me in, get the money and run away-”

“Pa!”

“Dutch’ll get me out. Ol’ jeezer still needs me.” Ain’t that quite the shameful thought; but then everyone else needed Arthur too.

“Or you could get a life with the boy.” Sebastian intervenes.

A scratch of the beard to hide the expression he makes:

“I...” A sigh. “I’ll try.”

Now what a smile blooms on Sebastian’s face as he turns to him: “I know.”

A deep breath in, a purse of lips and he returns the smile, sparing a gaze for Isaac as well: kid dangled his feet off the edge of the bed, looking cunning. He’d truly do anything for that boy, anything, and if he asked for it he’d bring him the world. But Isaac was mellow mannered and humble, like he remembered Eliza being and he ain’t sure that how he taught him to be.

“How ‘bout you, Sebastian? What you gonna do?”

“Return.” It came followed by a sigh.

“We’ll get you there.” Isaac is almost enthusiastic. “I asked for some maps at the store, and if bounties are at the police station, then your place’s on the way.”

“You brilliant kid.” Sebastian praised him and Isaac lit up in a smile.

Arthur’s feelin’ like one real lucky man right now, took out his journal for a moment.

I FUCKED him. And I feel something’s changed for good.

 They could of walked to the Molly-house, the same way the two of ‘em stumbled back after their lil’ rough’n tumble. Sebastian ain’t even got a horse with him so Arthur hands him Ghost while he and Isaac’ll be taking Big Sir together, the big boy can handle it. And it’s all horse talk from there on-

Sebastian stops suddenly.

“Arthur, I need to talk to someone.” He’s looking intently at the only man that’s looking like he lost his way going to the fancy saloon in Saint Denis.

Then the mister finds him, approaches with long angry steps. Sebastian’s off the saddle; Arthur’s too.

“Stay out of this.” Sebastian growls at him.

Arthur says nothing, just hangs a lil’ behind, hand hovering over the pistol’s grip.

The mister notices them, shoots them a glare, and, despite his attempt at keeping it sushed, Arthur and Isaac hear it all:

“Where have you been?”

“Recovering.” Sebastian’s sentences are short, acidic. “You brutalized the shoulder too much, it got infected.” Arthur’s skin crawls, him, a client?... more times? How many more... for what sick reason?... He’s boiling and almost as if sensing it; Isaac jumps down from Big Sir soon after. Arthur stops his son with one hand.

“And who are these men?”

“Friends.”

The mister inhales deeply, shoots one more glance at Arthur and Isaac; back at Sebastian: “I will be seeing you tonight. Same as always-”

“I’m afraid not.” Sebastian cuts him off, stern.

“Excuse me?”

“I have the right to refuse someone and my health’s quite precarious.”

“300.”

“No.”

“350.”

“No.”

“500 dollars, Sebastian.”

“I ain’t about to give up the only thing keepin’ me alive, Mr. Valentini.”

Arthur makes steps, stands right by Sebastian: “Kindly back off, mister.” Hand is on the pistol, and the man gets the hint.

But not without a threat: “I own this city, Sebastian. I get what I want.”

“Mister.” Arthur insists, unholstering the gun, without lifting it.

One heavy silence later, man leaves with steps just as heavy.

“He did that to you?” Arthur lets concern get in his tone.

“The body’s a commodity. I needed the money.” Sebastian turns and dares leave; he grabs the man’s arm and drags him back, spinning him ‘round.

Not scolding: “What changed?...’

“You know damn well what changed, Arthur.” Sebastian snarls. “Don’t play fool.”

He lets him go, probably looking most heartbroken. It’s on the tip of his tongue; a glance back to Isaac and he gains courage; it’s barely above a whisper:

“Come back to camp. They knows you.”

Sebastian looks away, inhales as if ready for a sigh, but holds that breath in, bows his head: “I’ll... I’ll see what’s there to be done. You go get that bounty.”

“Come with us-” Isaac butts in; boy’s been eavesdropping. Goddamnit!

“Ain’t that easy, kid.” And still man dares smile: “I’ll see you. And keep your Pa outta trouble, ‘kay, Isaac.”

“Yes, sir...”

Arthur lays a hand on the boy’s shoulder and Isaac purses his lips in a motion that reminds of his father. A pat there, then they’re off again.

 “You okay there?”

Isaac sits quiet.

“Isaac?”

“It’s... a bit weird.” Isaac puffs out. “Feel like I get it and I don’t... Why did Sebastian let the man hurt him... He did right?”

“He did.”

“Why?...”

“Guess some people have sick hobbies and the money to pay for ‘em.” It’s a growl.

Isaac nods: “He gonna be fine?”

Maybe – it hangs off his lips, but the boy needs the optimism: “With us around, he’ll be.” They’re almost at the police station to pick up a bounty: “Now let’s see just how good we are at putting bastards back in their place.”

But the moment they set foot inside said building, Arthur rushes forward: Abigail’s at the desk.

“I cannot disclose that information, Ma’am, I’m sorry.” The officer says.

“I understand, sir. Good day- Arthur?”

“What happened...” He feels she wouldn’t be here otherwise.

She grabs his arm and drags him outside; her voice is strained from anger and tears: “A certain Stefano Valentini has Jack. The Braithwaite woman took him and gave it to him. Yesterday.”

“No... NO!” Arthur huff like an angered beast. “Let’s get the kid back. Where’s Dutch?”

They just met this Mr. Valentini...