#also if they don’t bicker and fight and punch one another

[averybasicbitch]

Pretty excited for this shit. Can only imagine how it’s gonna go

[lovelynim]

Move over

League of Legends/HEARTSTEEL!AU - Kayn x Ezreal

A/N: is heartsteel still cool or are we over the topic already? Anyway, idc, i wanna write for my babies so you can expect more on the way eheheh. Also, I'm lowkey sorry for how I wrote Kayn in this one, I'm still not sure how to make it when someone has a demon speaking inside their head

Summary: Ezreal wants to sit on his favorite spot on the couch, but Kayn is already sitting on it, so... they start bickering each other, yeah.

Word count: 1170 words

Kayn leaned his head back on the couch, looking down to the cellphone in his hands as he mindlessly scrolled through his social media feed. He had just left the practice room and, now, besides Rhaast’s voice, he could also hear Yone’s scolding ringing inside his head. What a hassle.

Still, that was part of being in a band, Kayn thought, and it was probably better than not having a plan. He wanted everything to be perfect, so of course they needed to practice over and over and over, as many times needed - but it didn’t make people less annoying to deal with.

“You shouldn’t have let him have the last word”, Rhaast said inside his head, making Kayn roll his eyes. “It would only make things harder, I didn’t feel like picking up a fight. Now shut it, will you?” The rapper groaned, taking his eyes back to the screen.

“We need to show them who is in charge!”, the demon continued and Kayn tightened his grip around his cellphone. He was already annoyed on his own without Rhaast’s voice occupying the room for his thoughts, he didn’t need another issue to deal with.

“I told you to shut up,” Kayn groaned, taking a deep breath as he closed his eyes, wishing the demon had a physical body so he could punch him in the face. Maybe if he punched himself hard enough Rhaast would feel it as well? Should he try it?

While considering how he could violently solve the problem with the one inside his head, Kayn’s inner dialogue was interrupted when a third voice called for him. “Who are you talking to?”

The rapper opened his eyes, looking to Ezreal, who was idly standing in front of him. The vocalist had already changed into a more comfortable outfit, with a pair of flannel shorts and an oversized hoodie and just that sight alone was already enough to make Kayn feel something stuck at the back of his throat. An insult, he thought (or hoped so).

“None of your business, little prince,” he teased, making Ezreal roll his eyes. 

“Whatever. Move over,” Ezreal ordered and, before Kayn could process the meaning of those words, the vocalist was already trying to squeeze in the little space between Kayn and the couch’s arm.

The pink-haired guy groaned, half confused, half annoyed, not able to figure out what his bandmate was about. “Really? Fuck off, Ez, there are plenty of spots,” Kayn hissed, being pushed to the side despite his attempts to stay.

“Yeah, but I like this one,” Ezreal replied like the spoiled prince he was, the rapper thought, pressing himself against the couch in an attempt to put up a battle.

But it was all in vain.

After a couple of grunts and pushes, the vocalist managed to sit - or, at least, partially. Without enough space in the little corner, Ezreal decided to shamelessly rest his legs on top of Kayn’s. 

“See? No one respects you here, Kayn”, Rhaast promptly said inside his head, making Kayn roll his eyes. “Don’t you think I had enough of you?” He barked, saying each word out loud.

“What?” Ezreal raised an eyebrow, moving his eyes up from his cellphone’s screen to stare at Kayn. “I just got here, besides, I told you to move over .”

“Not you, I- I wasn’t- agh, forget it, loser,” Kayn groaned, finding himself cornered in a losing battle against those two. Ezreal crossed one ankle over the other, humming happily when he noticed Kayn was too busy… well, being Kayn to shove him away. The vocalist got comfortable while the rapper, on the other hand, became more irritated. 

Just as Kayn was about to snap - not sure if at Rhaast or at Ezreal - an idea of how to turn the tables in his favor popped up in his head. He smiled, slowly resting his hands on top of Ezreal’s legs. 

Feeling Kayn’s touch, Ezreal sighed, lowering his cellphone to look at him. “You know, this is not half-ba- h-huh? What’s with that face?” He stuttered, feeling scared as Kayn stared at him like a predator to its prey.

“You sure you don’t wanna move, prince?”

Ezreal blinked, trying to figure out what he was about, but shook his head, shrugging off any doubt. “Duh, yeah? I want to sit here,” he pouted, fearing the consequences those words could have, beginning to think of a thousand ways Kayn could be mean to him - but not this one.

“H-hey, what ahahar- ah, nohoh! K-Kahayan, stohohop it!” He giggled nervously, trying to jerk his foot out of Kayn’s reach, but his leg was firmly held back, leaving his foot at the mercy of Kayn’s mean tickling.

Scribbling right over Ezreal’s arches, Kayn chuckled at the other’s reaction. How could he not have thought of this sooner?

“Tickling? Seriously?”, Rhaast barked inside his head, but Kayn could barely pay attention to the demon’s word, way too entertained with finding out a way to make Ezreal laugh harder. “Is our little prince ticklish? Of course he is,” Kayn teased, tracing his fingers down the middle of Ezreal’s sole, making the vocalist squeal in mirth.

“K-KahAHahayn, lehehet go, you ihiHIH- OKAHAY! S-sohohorry!” Ezreal cackled when Kayn quickly retaliated his offense with tickles near his toes, a spot that seemed to be awfully effective for Kayn’s goal.

“What’s wrong, Ez? Am I being too harsh for your delicate porcelain skin?” 

“S-shuHUHup uhup! I sahAHaid I’m sohOHOrry!!” Ezreal gasped, hitting Kayn’s leg with his free heel, trying to not fall off the couch as he squirmed with laughter.

“So will you quit being a brat?” Kayn demanded, scratching the bottom of Ezreal’s heel when he didn’t get an answer in the first seconds after his question. “Or should I make this lesson a little longer?”

“YehHEHEAH- AhAHaha, c-cohohome on! PlehEHEhase! Just s-stahahap!” Ezreal pleaded one last time before finally getting a break. He laid down in defeat, feeling like his body would melt on top of the couch, but soon realized a thing: Kayn hadn’t push him away - nor moved at all.

Was that just a way of messing with him, Ezreal thought, just to make him laugh or have some fun? The vocalist narrowed his eyes, staring at Kayn in confusion, having some ideas that made his heart skip a beat. He didn’t know why, but Kayn seemed a little more relaxed now, even allowing Ezreal to rest his legs on top of his again - this time with no tickles.

About 10 minutes later… or what is 20? Anyway, a couple moments later, when getting ready to get out, K’Sante let out an amused, but proud chuckle when he saw the duo sprawled over the couch together. “Good to see you two are getting along.”

“We’re not”, they replied together, talking as if Ezreal wasn’t comfortably laying on top of Kayn’s lap. 

K’Sante shook his head, thinking it would be better to not disturb those two - surely they would figure themselves out… eventually.

[monsterinmyboxers]

jake being a little shit and reader taming him in the forest 🫶🏾

⠀⠀ humbling a brat.

pairing. jake sully x top male reader.

dni. fem-aligned and minors.

author’s note. changed the format again a bit bc my lil meow meow is so hh also im adding titles bc

content. pre-established relationship, jake being a brat and a masochist, under-negotiated kinks, choking, spanking, fingering, overstimulation, degradation, praise, and a singular ‘sir’.

“didn’t know someone could be more hardheaded than me.” a laugh came from jake sully, who was smirking, showing off his fangs.

your ears would press flat against your head, eyebrows twitching out of frustration. you had transferred into your avatar recently after the war had ended, being one of the few humans that decided to stay on pandora, and are just now learning the na'vi language. even though you were doing better than expected, jake would tease you nonstop every time you slipped up. he seemed to completely ignore the fact you were doing much better than he had at first.

it annoyed you, even more than his typical bickering did. everyone could tell, neytiri sensing your increasing anger no matter how hard you tried to hide it. she thought he had taken it too far, considering how tense you became. but, you knew what he was trying to do, what game he was trying to play. you’ve dealt with him long enough to see through him.

he follows after you as neytiri provides guidance, teaching you whilst zoning out jakes taunts, something you couldn’t do. but, that was only because they were directed towards you. and with every comment, he’d brush past you, tail gliding against you whenever it could, taking every chance to touch you without a second thought.

he wanted something, that something being you. your attention. your eyes traveling his body. maybe, he was jealous of how you weren’t giving him an form of regard. your reactions were what he yearned for, and not receiving any in the last few hours was clearly something he could not allow.

so, as a result, he’d talk shit just to spite you. enrage you. make you give in to him. and surprisingly, he was successful. you were pissed off. it gave him such a thrill to see how worked up you were, glaring at him, eyes clouded with what he could only imagine was lust.

he never attempted to stop and think about if he should shut his mouth. not once. per usual, he didn’t think about the consequences to his actions.

you’d do something about that soon.

after your lesson with neytiri was over, without any hesitation, you brought jake out into the forest, where neither of you could be heard by other na'vi. hopefully.

“you really need to learn when to shut the hell up.” the sudden outburst made jakes ears twitch downward, yet he still kept that assured demeanor on display. “aw, did i hurt someone’s feelings?” it’s like he was incapable of taking anything, or anyone seriously.

“jake, i’m going to,” you were quickly interrupted, “to what? fight me? i doubt you could even land a punch. you’re still getting used to your body — i’m already settled into mine. you don’t know what you’re doing, i do.” he said more, he always does, but you just blocked him out. you focused on his face.

how his lips move, how wide his puppy eyes were, how even in this body you could still easily tell that he was your boyfriend. your annoying, overconfident, bratty, beautiful boyfriend.

you let him talk for a moment more, before running a hand up his slim waist. that made him pause, stumble over his words, ears fluttering with interest. you didn’t spare another glance towards his face, paying more attention to how his lower half swayed — as if on instinct.

“weren’t, weren’t you just mad at me?” his tone was less cocky now, yet his confidence didn’t falter. “still am.” you spoke, then suddenly shoved him against the nearest tree. he loses his footing, but fortunately doesn’t fall, grunting once his back hit the trunk.

your name was said, but you didn’t listen, rather pressing your palm against his adams apple and wrapping your fingers around his throat.

you didn’t squeeze, never dared to put more pressure onto his neck, but the mere presence of your hand there had him struggling to breathe. “what, are you doing?” his heart skips a beat as your fingers dance along where his jaw and neck connect. you had such an affect on him, and you haven’t done very much.

“you’re, a dick. you know that? so much so that i, want to push you against the dirt,” you leaned in closer, lips nearly touching his ears. “and fuck you raw.” his tail twitched, almost wagging at your words. he wanted just that, you both knew by then. and, you were going to give it to him — but in your own way.

he’d turn his head a bit, an attempt to look at you head on. it was difficult to do with the current position he was in, so you’d back up only slightly.

“what’s stopping you?” that’d set you off, amusement pulling at your lips before you pressed them against his. the kiss was nowhere near innocent, tongues clashing within seconds. that battle was won by you, his mouth submitting to yours, letting you do as you please. you like this side of him. so bratty until you confront him, a show off until you touch him, give him the treatment he wanted — he deserved.

you pulled away when you couldn’t breathe, both of you panting softly before you move your palm, one gripping his hair and the other on his hip. you rearranged this position, only pleased once his back was facing you, his cheek and hands pushed against the tree. rather rough, he thought you were, the situation uncomfortable for him. though, you didn’t really care at the moment, and honestly, he didn’t either.

he wanted to be used, that’s why he started this shit in the first place. you were so focused on something that wasn’t him, and he couldn’t tolerate it, not for long.

as he was lost in thought, you had slid his loincloth down those thighs, ones that you adored, exposing him for only you to see. it’s not like the thin piece of clothing hid much, anyway. you couldn’t see his dick, but you were sure it was hard, straining, yearning for release. that much was obvious when he whined, quietly demanding that you get on with it; as if he had any control over you or what you determine to do with him.

you almost laughed, jake trying his best to be dominant and at the same time deliberately showing off his ass, back arching and tail lifting. in his head, he still held some kind of authority, while his body presented itself to you.

you would shift his stance, spreading his legs further, then taking your middle and ring finger and placing them onto his bottom lip. at first, he didn’t exactly get the message, until he curiously opened his mouth and you shoved your fingers inside. he let out a low gag, then allowed his tongue to lick between and along your digits.

he hollowed out his cheeks, beginning to suck as if it were your cock between his lips, choking whenever your finger tips hit the back of his throat. once you thought they were wet enough, you pull them out, watching as only a thread of spit connected you and him.

he seemed disappointed as you did this. he’s learned, because of you, that he enjoys oral more than he originally thought. but, that’s a story for another time.

your dry hand massaged his hip, the other rubbing just around where he wanted your fingers most. annoyance got to jake quick, giving you a snarky tone. “hurry up.”

this sudden change in attitude was unexpected, and your eyebrows furrowed. you thought he had given up this front already, and just let you take care of him. apparently, you were wrong.

“fuckin’, come on—” he could barely get the phrase out before he felt a stinging pain on his ass. he yelped, bordering on a damn whimper. you’ve never done that before, and shit, he wish that you had.

you felt a moment of regret, not sure how he would react to that as it was a heat of the moment thing — but your thoughts were shut down quickly.

“that- that all you got?” you let out a silent sigh of relief, jaw clenching a bit before bringing your hand down again. the smack was audible, his body jolting on impact. the moan he let out was choked on, his hands now gripping the bark of the tree he was stabilizing himself on.

he readied himself for another painful sensation, but instead felt something prod at and enter his hole. as no warning was given, jakes chest forced out a keen, tensing for a second before welcoming the intrusion.

you didn’t wait to add your other finger, making the man inhale sharply. no matter how tight he was, you found a way to move in and out, not giving him a break — a moment to take air into his lungs. his mouth was wide open, not caring for any noise that escaped him, or the drool that fell onto his chin and lower.

you played with him throughout, separating your fingers and stretching him out, easily finding and thrusting onto the source of his sensitivity. you unraveled him so fast, too fast, heat building in his stomach. he had no restraint, hand going down to his dick. which you, evidently, didn’t like, spanking him once more.

“don’t you fuckin’ dare.” he whimpered so loud at your tone, deciding to touch you instead. grabbing your biceps, forearms, anything in his reach. “‘m gonna cuh-come, g-gonna come,” barely understanding the stuttered words, you hum, one that rumbled, coming from deep within your chest — effecting him greatly, seeing as he came right then and there.

this was new. you wouldn’t go this far with fingering, making him come and all. you only bothered to finger him for preparation, as requested by him. he didn’t like wasting time on things other than your dick.

jake is rather vanilla when it comes to sex, sticking with the stuff he was familiar with, especially since you were his first ever boyfriend and he was almost intimidated by the other possibilities.

though, you have been talking about how you wanted to go further, try new things, push his boundaries — with his consent. he had to think about it, but in the end, he agreed. so, you took this chance, prolonging your time together, testing both yours and his patience.

you stroked your nails along his prostate, having him experience this orgasm for as long as possible. you stopped when he became lightheaded, body slowly going limp. and as his vision was clearing, you began to pull out.

he thought you’d finally fuck him then, a toothy grin complementing his face once he was conscious enough to do so.

though, he couldn’t get too excited, since you only shoved your fingers back into him. you instantly curl them, earning a wobbled moan, and gasps of protest, “no, no, cock, need your dih-dick, n-need it,” he tried to convince you, but you paid him no mind.

“i don’t think you deserve it.” at that, he sobs. degradation was something you found interesting. you’ve never seen jake, someone so stubborn and prideful, in such a state of distress over something so dirty. you should do this more often.

it was hard to argue with you constantly abusing his insides, but he somehow managed. even though he’s lost his ego, he hasn’t lost his determination. “i’m- i’m sorry, so sorry, plea-please. was doing, for attention, didn’ mean eh-it! promise, promise, pinky prom- fuh-uck!” tears were shed, jake coughing as he inhaled his own spit. god, he was a mess.

your motions were relentless, mind wondering how many orgasms you could get out of him with just your fingers. two? three? four? you wanted to find out. yet, you knew you wouldn’t be able to wait much longer, noticing how hard you’ve become over time. so, you made up your mind, wrist moving back and forth to support your fingers.

“one more, come again and you’ll get my dick.” he barely heard you, trying to regain his composure again and again and failing each time. his lack of response worried you, slowing down and allowing that demanding facade to fade away, leaning in close. “did you hear me, jake?”

it took him a few seconds, but the sudden pause in stimulation got him to concentrate. “ye-yes, sir. can do it,” the title made your tail lash side to side, lips pressing gentle kisses against his jaw. “that’s it, good boy, so obedient for me.” his body twitches, an already existing blush spreading to his ears. the check-in ended shortly, hand getting back to work on jakes approaching orgasm.

with the mix of overstimulation and you whispering praises, he didn’t last very long. “gonna, come, ah-gain, again,” no sentence was left uninterrupted, jake now relying on you to keep him up, trembling arms extending back and wrapping around your neck, nails reaching and scratching at your upper back. he needed something to grip onto, to remind himself that this was real.

yellow eyes were blown wide, pupils dilated as he came again, painting the tree in front of him. you, once again, drew out this feeling of euphoria. this time, you pulled out completely, letting him calm down from his high. he breathed in deeply, something he couldn’t seem to do for the last hour, then exhaled like he was shivering.

embarrassment eventually washed over him, jake hiding his flushed face in the crook of your neck. “dick.” it was stifled, but you knew what he said nonetheless. “you askin’ for it or are you callin’ me one?” that earned you a smack on the arm, since that was the only part of your body he could get to.

you hum, then shrugged him off, jake landing on the wood in front of him. he clung onto the tree, using anything as leverage so he wouldn’t collapse. finally, you’d take your loincloth off, letting out a sigh of relief once you were freed of your confinements.

as expected, you were hard, pre-cum gathering on your tip. you curse under your breath, inching forward and resting your dick on jakes ass. the weight made him gasp softly, a whine following, him now using one hand to grab hold of his ass and spread himself open. you could hear how he gulped, and the unsteady sigh after. he was flushed, nothing hiding how heat spread out from his face to his shoulders. he was hot all over, really.

his eagerness made an appearance, tail whipping around like a dogs would. though, it would stop, but just to wrap around your thigh. you snort, soon grabbing at his braid, tugging at it. he lets out a string of pleas; he’s already waited so long.

you pretend to think about it, an inquisitive hum given, just to draw things out. you would come to a conclusion, mumbling a soft “alright,” before rubbing your head along his rim. he attempts to move, to try and get you into him, but he was only met with a now familiar pain on his ass. he quivers under your touch, cussing you out in his head, not having the balls to be an asshole out loud anymore.

only a few more seconds pass as you decide to give in, spitting down onto your base and rubbing it along your shaft, up to the tip. you’d then press forward, putting more and more stress onto his hole until you sunk inside.

it was a slow process, you making it that way just to tease him, watching as he took you in inch by inch, piece by piece. he heaves, feeling every vein on your cock graze his walls. and while it was torture to never know when his ass was going to touch your hips, he still had a cock-drunk smile on his face. sharp teeth bit his lower lip, biceps flexing as he gripped a nearby vine.

eventually, you bottom out, jake clamping down on you as a response. he tried his very best to relax so you had easy access, but couldn’t help it once you were fully inside him, filling him. he never wanted you to leave.

“if you wanna get fucked, you’re gonna need to ease up on the clenching.” he felt unnaturally shy, your words making his ears fold back and redden. despite that, he loosened up, expecting you to start thrusting then.

but, nothing happened.

you didn’t move, only chuckling softly as he tried to look back at you. “are you going to move?” you beat him to it, jakes eyebrows raising. he knew what you were implying.

a soft cry came from him, hips shifting before he moved away from you, half of your dick dragging out of him. he’d sink back down, moaning out loud — and repeating this action.

it was difficult to go at the faster and rougher pace that he oh so craved, as his legs couldn’t even carry his own muscle by themselves at the moment. once he gave up on being independent, his hips go even slower so he could try and talk successfully, “need, h-help. can’t, can’t do it.” he felt almost ashamed to admit it.

but, that feeling quickly subsided as you combed your fingers through his locks, the soft touch contrasting greatly with how roughly you pounded into him.

he sounded so — vulnerable. it strengthened that urge to ravage him, making it impossible to ignore. your hips switch directions, looking for that specific bundle of nerves once more. it didn’t take long to find it, jake releasing a sob once you did, your thrusts ceaseless as you practically bruise his prostate.

his body presses forward with the force you use, chest scratching the skin of the tree, but he couldn’t focus on that now. the only thing he could think about was how deep you were; the sound of himself, you, and your pelvis hitting his ass filled his ears.

you came in close, breath skimming the side of his neck while you panted, with occasional growls that you weren’t even aware of given as well. they came without your permission, as if you didn’t have power over your own vocal cords. they only turned jake on even more.

maybe a little too much, even.

cum shot out of his dick, creating another mess over his previous ones. though this time, the liquid was thinner, almost losing color. overstimulation caught on fast, jake crying out, “so much, t-too much, can’t, too muh-ch!” you shush him, your rhythm slowing in pity. “i’m right there, jake. you’ve been so good, so good. be a slut for a few more seconds, will you?” your voice held empathy, thrusts becoming shallow.

he gave a mere nod. you continue your movement, relishing in how his warmth sheathed your cock. you words were proven true, it only taking seconds for you to empty inside him, thick cum stuffing him to the brim. a final, rather weak moan was elicited from him, eyes closing as you drain yourself.

after finishing, you both pant heavily, “jake,” you spoke, nose poking at his nape. though, he didn’t respond. “..jake.” no response. “jake?” you worried that he may have passed out, but to your relief, he hummed right before you began to panic.

“you okay?” your hands rub his hips and sides, gliding down his curves, soothing him. “mhm.” he couldn’t say much else, it looked like. yet, you still decided to ask, “did you enjoy it?”

he took a moment, gulping heavily before chuckling. it was a silent one, the sole reason you knew he laughed was by how his shoulders shook. “..hell yeah.”

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hello I really like your works and idk if you have done something like this before but could you do some Hero comforting Villian after they lost their memory?

Tears welled out the hero’s face as they put their arms up. A sad attempt at keeping themselves alive.

“Please,” they whispered. “If you must. Then make it quick.”

Ever since the villain had started attacking them, there had been a flame in their eyes. It was so violent, so unsettling, it made the hero shiver in fear, and right now, this blaze developed into a blazing fire.

“Shut up,” the villain hissed. They could do it. They could end the hero’s life quickly right here, right now — straddling their hips, weapon in hand. A human that had turned into a monster.

“I love you,” the hero said.

A crush that had turned into a nightmare.

“Stop—” the villain punched them “saying—” and again “—that.” and for the final time.

The hero knew what pain was, knew it better than anyone else in the city. The hero knew what loss was. And yet, what exactly was this?

They felt the fear and humiliation drowning them in a thick liquid of blood and innards as desperation and grief mixed together a poisonous pill for them to swallow. They let out a wet cough.

Face pulsing, body covered in blood — they were ready to give up. What did it matter? What did it matter if the only person worth living a life with had turned against them? Had lost all their memories and wanted to kill them now?

“I love you,” the hero repeated, wheezing. Because that was all there was left. Despite being nearly dead, they loved the villain.

The fight had been anything but short and the villain had always been the stronger one out of the both of them. Long story short. The hero was bleeding out quickly.

“I don’t even know who you are,” the villain spat. “But I know I have to kill you.”

They’d met when the hero had saved them unintentionally during a mission. The villain had been imprisoned and the hero had just decided to break that door open. Lots of bickering. But also the first time the hero had developed a crush on someone.

“You’re hesitant.”

“I am not.” The villain grabbed a knife, pushing it into the hero’s skin, provoking to cut their aorta.

“Your hand is shaking. Your hands always shake when you panic,” the hero said. They closed their eyes and imagined what it would feel like if the love of their life would cut their throat.

“What?”

“You like canned soup,” the hero said. Another tear streamed down their face. Exhaustion. “You wake up at 4:30 each morning. You hate running. You hate the news. You hate television and you hate hotdogs.”

The villain stared at them, restraining themselves. Deft hands were holding their weapons. But their eyes showed a penchant that was familiar to the hero.

“You love snakes. You like fog. You love tea and you love poems,” the hero whispered. “And I love you. Truly. Dearly. Completely.”

They laughed tiredly. “I’ve never told you before but…it’s true.”

“You’re a target I need to kill,” the villain said. “You’re nothing more to me.”

And the hero laughed again. They reached out a hand and their fingertips brushed the villain’s cheek, smeared a bit of blood over it.

“Oh, my silly villain,” they said. “Who did this to you?”

Their thumb brushed over the villain’s skin lovingly, slowly.

“Let me help you. Please.” The villain took their time, staring at the hero with an expression that indicated yearning. Contrary to the hero’s expectations, they didn’t push away their hand. They let it stay.

They closed their eyes, pained.

“Like I said, I don’t know who you are,” they said. Eventually they stood up, eyes going over the hero’s wounds.

They threw a burner phone to their feet, looking at the hero.

“Call yourself an ambulance.”

And with that, they vanished.

[alexiskk]

the prompt with the guitar soemone sent in was adorable - i have another? maybe joel and ellie are playing boggle and ellie is winning by far and bragging and then eventually joel sees the word 'tickle' and ellie gets all nervous and he tickles her as revenge for winning ?

ANON THIS PROMPT IS EVERYTHING TO ME. i had sm fun with it and as always i get very carried away, pretty sure this is my longest fic yet lol

ALSO i literally had to look up the rules of Boggle bc I had never played so if you haven’t either I would maybe watch like a minute tutorial vid on yt just so you get the premise.

here is the one i watched!

https://youtu.be/BJAdXnGAb7k

that’s it enjoy🫶🫶🫶

tw: very mild underage drinking, swearing, lots of sarcasm and fluff

AGAIN I only write Ellie and Joel as a father-daughter relationship, no one be weird or ill punch u

Feelin’ like a Winner Yet?

“Tommy what the hell you have to stay for one more game!”

“Kid, I gotta get goin’ ”

“Ehem Stick in the mud ehm-ehem”

Joel held his fist up to his face and gruffled out a not so subtle cough as he shot his brother side eyes followed by a smug look on his face.

Tommy playfully shoved Joel in his shoulder as he stood up.

“You sir, are the real fuckin’ stick in the mud, and you,-” He raised his eyebrows and pointed at Ellie who was sat criss-cross applesauce across the table from the brothers.

“-you just wanna beat my ass again”

Thursday nights were the best in the Miller house. Often the only night both Tommy and Joel weren’t patrolling and no movie night until tomorrow for Ellie and her friends she’d made in Jackson, so the trio often gathered in the cozy downstairs living room of Joel’s house. The fireplace tucked away in the corner provided warmth throughout the floorboards where we would find the three sat upon surrounding a small coffee table. It also provided the homily cedar smell that lingered throughout the house that Ellie was always quiet fond of, it reminded her of nights camping in the woods with a certain someone. But tonight their was no camping for Ellie, only war against the two brothers in a Miller family classic-Boggle. Ever since Joel picked it up in Salt Lake City on their trek across the US, It had been a game he routinely pulled out whenever Ellie needed reassurance that she was better than Joel at something. Not to mention it it most often ended in laughter filled fights over all the words Joel cheated with. With no surprise, Ellie had dominated 6 out of the last 7 rounds they played tonight by a landslide, only to tie with Tommy in the first, mentioning that she was “just warming up”. But now, her only somewhat worthy competitor was walking out the front door, and she was doing everything in her power to keep from the rest of Boggle night being a snooze fest.

“If you stay i’d let you win!” Ellie pleaded sarcastically.

“Well im stayin’ why don’t you let me win”

“Shut upppp” The whine in her voice was evident as ever as she shot a look to Joel that meant exactly what she had said.

Tommy barked out an entertained scoff at the duo bickering as he slipped on his jacket that was hung on the coat rack by the door.

“Maria needs help with the baby El, you know how much I would love to stay and watch you kick that old man’s ass—again” He threw up apologetic arms.

“If you stay around much longer your ass might get more than just a kickin Tom”

“Anndddd that’s my cue, good luck kid, adios big brother” And with that, Tommy slipped out the front door into the freezing cold of night and headed off towards his and Maria’s house.

Joel leaded his back against the couch he was sat on the floor in front of. He picked up his beer bottle from the table and stared down into it as he swished the remaining liquid around the bottom of the bottle.

“Anddd then there were two” He took a pull from the bottle as he kept his eyes focused on Ellie across the table, who happened to be watching him emphatically.

She drew her eyes to her fingers which were tracing the grain of the dark wooden floorboards, eventually trailing her gaze to the half finished case tucked away on the side of the couch.

“So can I-”

“No” Joel’s stare hardened, this wasn’t the first time she’d asked and it sure wouldn’t be the last.

“One sip?” Ellie threw up her eyebrows as a cheeky little grin crept up on her. She had this man in her back pocket.

He mulled it over in his head for a few seconds while staring up at the ceiling. It always felt like their was no winning with her, in Boggle or argument.

“—Fine”

Ellie sniffed as tried to stifle her growing grin as she caught the bottle as it slid across towards her. What did I say, in her back pocket.

She took a pull of her own with Joel’s judgey stare searing into her but she didn’t care and made it last until she couldn’t fill her mouth any longer. She swallowed hard and grimaced but with the bottle still in hand shot eyes over at Joel, a classic myestvious grin appearing on her face.

“Elliee-Ellie no!”

Joel leaned across the table to snatch it from her hands but it was too late, she had leaned away in time to tip the bottle back and finish off the last of it, taking breaks with each gulp to manage the taste of the foul liquid. Cheeky bastard.

Joel just slumped his elbows onto the the table in defeat.

“What the hell am I gonna do with you”

“Hey, just think, you’ll have a better chance of beating me now-hic”

Her last word got caught in a hiccup from the chug as she slid the empty bottle back to him which he caught and placed with the others.

“Shall we?” Ellie made a grand gesture at the game sprawled on the coffee table.

Joel sighed and rubbed his temples.

“How many more?”

“10 rounds like always,, 3 more if your too old to do the math”

Ellie shook the board as she spoke while Joel rolled his eyes and very lazily grabbed the notebook and ripped two pieces of paper out for them.

“Annnnnnddddddd…..” Ellie held her hand over the cover in anticipation.

“Go!”

She removed it swiftly as Joel flipped the timer and the pair began studying the board.

Ellie pick up her pen immediately and began scribbling down words, Joel taking a few more seconds before following her. He always pretended to look over at Ellie’s words so she quickly put up a hand barrier to block his view.

“Asshat” Joel mumbled, directing his focus back to his own list.

“Says you”

The bickering was non-stop throughout the round until about the last 30 seconds, where both sides became frantic in the search for their final words to connect.

“Times up!” Ellie blurted out as she dropped her pen and began swatting at Joel to stop writing.

Joel swatted back as he finished writing a few last letters. Jesus he needed to practice at this game.

“Welllll how’d ya doooo?” She sat with her list held in her hands.

Ellie was smug as ever this round, with no Tommy there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that she didn’t win, so she obviously needed to rub it in Joel’s face as much as possible.

“Don’t patronize me girl” His southern drawl was ever present.

“Fine, I’ll go first then”

She began listing off her words, stopping to cross one off whenever Joel blurted out a mumbled “mine”, to which they would both scribble out the word with their pens. Ellie was quiet surprised with the first 5 out of 8 words they matched on.

“Since when’d you get so smartttt?” Ellie shot him a smiley smug look.

“Don’t push it” Joel paid her no attention and kept his eyes on his list.

But, as Ellie went further down her list, the call outs from Joel became far more seldom, leading her to finish with a whopping 63 points. It was lower than her previous rounds, but her brain function seemed to be slowing down with the night growing later and the alcohol settling into her system.

Ellie twiddled the pen in her hands.

“Soooo you don’t even need to read yours I definitely won right? We can save you the embarrassment.” Ellie reached across the table and went to grab his list when Joel snatched off the surface.

“Uhhh no, not how it works, I could still kick your ass with my crazy good words.” Joel held the list up to the light and put on an imaginary pair of glasses as he squinted up and down at his list.

“Yeahhhhh these look like winners to me alright, buckle up for failure kid”

When in the right mood, Joel loved playing Ellie’s silly antics with her, especially with his brother now gone home he could bring out some of that vulnerability that Ellie always dug out of him one way or another.

“Alright alright start readin’ ya cheater” Ellie crossed her arms she was already for the slew of imaginary words that were headed her way.

To her surprise, Joel started mumbling out more words than he had said all night during this game. After the fourth consecutive actual word, Ellie scurried to her feet and sat over on her knees next to Joel peering over his shoulder as he read to make sure we wasn’t making shit up on the spot.

“Pool”

“Pools”

“Dool”

Ellie flicked him in the back of the head.

“Fix it”

Joel shot her eyes and leaned over to grab the pen from the table.

“can’t even get away with one goddamn word” Joel sarcastically mumbled under his breath as he scribbled out the word.

He went further down his list until he reached the end when he paused and looked back at Ellie once again.

“ I mighta beat ur ass huh?” A menacing grin appeared on Joel’s face as he shook the shoulder she was leaned up on.

“Just count the goddamn points” Ellie was getting a bit frustrated, Joel hadn’t even come close all night, but now he comes outta left field with all of these words? She stared at Joel as he counted up his score, watching to make sure he didn’t try to pull a fast one on her.

Ellie could feel the tension in Joel’s body as she leaned up against him. If the Millers were anything, they were competitive as hell.

All at once, Ellie felt the tension drop in his body as his shoulders slumped forward whilst writing in his final score.

“Awh shit”

Joel threw his pen across the room as he leaned back onto the couch hard. He had a gruff look on his face and turned his head away from Ellie, who had leaned forward to see that his final score had come 2 points shy of hers.

A grin so big she had to bite her bottom lip to keep if from growing couldn’t help but plaster across Ellie’s face as she stared down at the paper.

“Well well well Old man Miller. You talk a lottttt of shit for someone who just lost to a fourteen year old-again.”

Ellie was pulling herself to her feet as she bragged down to Joel who was trying very hard to ignore her, dawning only an angered deadpan stare at the Boggle board in front of him as she spoke.

“I declare, that on this divine night we dub me, thy champion of the Boggle!” Ellie put one foot up on the couch as she shook both her fists wildly in the air. The voice she had taken up reassembled that of a 17 century herald announcing the arrive of a king.

“Now, I see it only fit that thy loser must announce my trrrrriumphant title, as he was indeed, the smartest of asses and therefore-”

“shHHITT”

Joel exclaimed and threw his hands in the air before violently smacking his head with his palm and resting his fingers on his temples.

“What the fuck was that for?…motherfuckin sore loser” Ellie a bit irritated that her celebration was interrupted so quickly, she took her foot off the couch and slowly sat back down, puzzled as to what set Joel off so quickly.

Joel took his head out of his hands and shot her a look of irritated regret. He looked back at the board before pointing down at it.

“ I coulda’ fuckin’ spelt tickle”

Ellie looked over at the board as Joel spoke but when he finished his sentence she didn’t think she could move her body a single inch. She froze and involventarily gulped with her wide eyes glued to the outline of the word Joel had just uttered on Boggle board. She knew if she sat there much longer staring Joel would think something’s off, but there was not a single coherent thought floating in her head at that moment. Somehow with a simple word she had been shut down within seconds. So, she finally mustered up the courage to sit back, where she immediately looked down at the floor and began twiddling her fingers.

“Ahh..yep”

Jesus Ellie really? That’s it? Yep?

Ellie shook her head at her own ridiculously suspicious answer, luckily for her, Joel was in a whole other world, eyes still fixated on the board. He scoffed, absolutely infuriated that he hadn’t seen such an obvious word sooner. He sat back up and started tracing over more new words on the board with his right index.

“Shittt and tickles..and tickled..and-”

“Ok y-yeah we got it”

Everytime he said it Ellie could feel her entire body involuntary cringe. You could hear the shakiness in her voice underneath the irritated tone while she picked at the dirt aggressively from underneath her fingernails, never daring to look up at Joel, who’s attention and glare she could now feel on her due to the interruption.

Joel knew Ellie at this point, maybe sometimes more than she knew herself, and if there was one fact about her that he knew to be true, it’s that she was never shy. especially not with him.

“What’s with you? Seems like you were all hunky dory unti-” Joel cut himself off and stuck his tongue in the bottom of right cheek as his thoughts interrupted him. After a few seconds, his confused expression softened and developed hints at a devious smirk.

“Oh”

He pursed his lips and looked down at the floor as well, almost embarrassed at the knowledge he just acquired. buttttt unfortunately for Ellie, not embarrassed enough.

shit

Ellie stopped and looked up at him when silence filled the air, eyebrows furrowed but she didn’t dare say anything, she just waited. just waited and prepared to run.

Joel sat staring at the floor for a few more seconds when he finally broke the silence.

“Ya know kid,, you have done quite the job wininn’ tonight.”

His gruff nature made it seem like everything he said was truth, but Ellie could hear his familiar sarcasm laced within his words. Her eyes seared into him, meanwhile Joel was simply tracing the designs in the side of the couch.

This was all just a joke to him.

“I feel like I owe you some sort of compensation…whatayouthink?”

Joel finally looked up with the most shit eating grin you could imagine whilst Ellie’s cheeks began filling up with color out of embarrassment.

She was taking no chances. She scurried to her feet and bolted across the room looking for an escape down one of the hallways so that she could climb out a window run to Tommy’s and then-

Shlump

Without even making it halfway across the room, Ellie sealed her own fate. She slipped on the shag rug that sat by the fireplace and had now made friends with the floor.

Unfortunately someone not so friendly was headed her way.

Ellie attempted to return to her escape plan but Joel had jumped up and stomped his way over to her, he now looked down at the girl with one of her ankles in his grasp.

“Graceful”

Joel smirked as he mocked her while she flipped herself over to be facing upwards.

“Shut up”

“You aren’t quite in the position to be making demands El’. In fact you’ve been talkin’ a bittt to much for my likin’. Especially when you got a big secret like that.”

Ellie braced herself for what was coming although she couldn’t help but show her nerves as she twitched aggressively against Joel’s grasp.

“Don’t be an asshole please” nervousness once again settled in her usually snarky demeanor.

“Ehh no promises kid”

With that, Joel dropped her ankle to the floor and dove in with both hands, latching them around her torso. He began digging into the soft spots of her sides with his thumbs while his fingers danced on the backside and let’s just say Ellies composure didn’t last long.

“okokOkHOHOEHEheaoKk JOEHEHEEL” bubbly giggles erupted in the teen causing her to sway side to side across the warm floorboards. The electric ticklish shocks being sent through her body dumbfounded her, causing her to twitch and jerk consistently. She pushed down at Joel’s big calloused hands that was bunching up her t-shirt at the seams but there was no use, the lack of strength from being rendered into a pile a of giggles mixed with Joel’s determination for the task and strength was an impossible combo to beat. She threw her head from side to side as if she was trying to forget about Joel’s rhythmic squeezes that had made their way up to her ribs, but this too had no promising results other than putting a bigger smile onto Joel’s face. He briefly paused his torture but didn’t let up his grasp.

“Feelin’ like a winner yet?”

“Johoheoelllll weHE-we can TAahlk abohout tHiISI-AHAHHAH”

Unbeknownst to Ellie, Joel has pulled her t-shirt up so that it lay on her ribs so that he could bear down and give her the most brutal raspberry’s one had ever seen.

While Joel will admit he is quite shit when it comes to Boggle, this was one game he knew very well. Sarah was always the ornery type with her father, so while Joel hadn’t always been an expert at physical connection, he had plenty of practice at this game, enough to be able to drive Ellie insane.

Anything that Ellie had been holding back up until this point was out the window as Joel’s prickly scruff combined with the eruption of the raspberry on her stomach drove her to madness. Loud laughter and giggles poured out of her as her thrashing became more violent. Joel then pulled her shirt back down and grabbed her flailing arms and held them pinned to the floor at her side.

“JOHAOAHEL AM I FUFHUCKING TEHEEN” Ellie yelled, embarrassed by her flushed red face and post-attack giggles still flowing out of her as she looked up at Joel in anger.

“Nohot cool” She continued to squirm but there was no use, she was still completely stuck.

“N-Noho, what’s not cool is you thinkin’ your all that an a bag of chips for winnin’ ” Joel looked down at her trying to cover up his amusement with her struggles.

“Ever heard of uhhh bragging rights? ohhhh waittttttt you’ve never fucking won so I guess not ” A slightly angered but smug look dawned on her as she sarcastically sassed Joel directly to his face.

Another thing about Ellie that Joel knew was she never knew when to stop pushing, and right now was the not the time or place for her to flaunt her cockiness.

“Huh, so you just wanna get tickled is that it?”

Joel’s nonchalant tone and distracted gaze was met with tension in Ellie’s body at his utterance of that word. She reallly needed to learn to quit whilst she’s ahead.

“You see, cause I think yo-”

Joel’s far gaze was met with something, interesting. To his surprise, laying a few feet to the left of him and Ellie was the black pen he had launched earlier in frustration at his loss. Ellie turned to see the pen as well, but couldn’t quite put the pieces together. Meanwhile Joel’s gears were turning and already ready to put a final revenge attack in motion.

“Welllll since you seem to be so obsessed with titles tonight”

“Joel wha—AC HEY!”

Joel swiftly dropped the grasp on her arms, reached over to grab the pen whilst swinging an arm around to entrap her ankles in his grasp. Like I said, he’s had some practice at this.

“Let’s give you an official one hm?”

Joel removed one of her tattered socks and uncapped the pen with his teeth.

Ellie up until this point had genuinely been confused, but now panic was beginning to set in as she felt the harsh tip of the pen meet the top of the sole of her foot.

“noOH I dOHnT NEHeD it JOEL”

She tried to sit up and push him away whilst squirming her foot, but during her retaliation, Joel saw the resistance and scribbled harshly on the middle of her sole to combat her.

Ellie screamed in response falling back onto the floor and burying her face into her hands at the devilish sensation etched upon her foot. Joel seised the scribble fairly quickly seeing her response and looked back at her.

“Now hold still or this will take longer”

Ellie paused and went to lean back up, but knowing Joel and his word, she leaned back down and braced herself for the sensation.

To her surprise, the process wasn’t quite as torturous as she had expected. While a trail of giggles and “nohoho’s” did seem to escape her when Joel insisted the letters need to be colored in, plus a few complaints from Joel when Ellie couldn’t sit still for the letter positioned in the center of her sole, other than that it was a few minutes of smiley recovery and pure artistry for the pair.

Joel finally threw the pen to the ground and released her ankles from his grasp.

“Now we can show Tommy who won”

Ellie sat up and grabbed her foot to turn it around and look at Joel’s hard work.

“You motherfucker”

Ellie scoffed as she shoved Joel in the shoulder at the results on her sole.

W

I

N

N

E

R

joel miller

the bend of her heel read the old man’s name in the tiniest, scragglyist font imaginable.

“Surprise”

Joel threw up his hands in amusement while Ellie was now doing her best to rub off the very permanent reminder of tonight’s events.

Ellie sighed.

“He’s never gonna believe you beat me at Boggle”

“Who said anything about Boggle?”

[sunflowerharrington]

My Favorite Poison - Chapter One

overall synopsis: billy meets a girl. billy and said girl hit it off. but like most things in life… they don’t always have a happy end. 99% of the time they don’t, but he’s holding onto that 1% like his life depends on it. and then everything goes downhill.

content warnings: swearing, fighting, cheating, arguing, typical highschool behaviour, n*il hargrove, implied sexual content towards the second half of the book, more content warnings to be added

author’s notes: please, be kind. it costs nothing. billy’s backstory is inspired by nate jacobs’ but billy actually turns out to be the good guy unlike nate. italics are thoughts (mostly). get your popcorn and enjoy watching these idiots bicker over a school project and other things —bee.

i’m super nervous about this one, i hope at least one person likes this story…

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part two

please do not copy or repost to another site or on your own blog, i have spent so much time on this

chapter one: cigarettes and new faces

AUGUST 29TH 1984, HAWKINS, INDIANA

He held the flame of the lighter at the end of his second cigarette of the evening, listening to the flick of metal hitting against metal. He inhaled deeply, leaning back against the cold wall behind him, his legs tucked up to his chest as he sat on the window cill. The boy let his fragile eyelids flutter shut, images of waves, sand and the bright sunlight coursing through his mind, reminiscing about his time in California. Wishing he could go back to his home.

Nothing could kill Billy quite like being stuck in a boxing ring in his own home, where he was the punching bag. His quote unquote “home” was practically a jailhouse. Not a home, but a house. But this was just four walls, four people, four fights every night which the person who actually started them all always blamed Billy for starting them. Everything was in fours for Billy Hargrove.

Until one person disrupted those even numbers. Ruining the order in the Hargrove household, ruining everything. According to Neil; a very unreliable source, who then began taking his anger out in a heinous way.

So Billy turned to drinking alcohol and inhaling toxic fumes from the cigarettes. Smoking that amount would kill him one day. It would eventually make his pearly whites rot and fall out and his jaw would also dislocate and fall off. But he didn’t give a shit. But he would in the next hour.

He’d rather die than be in Hawkins.

And exhale, blowing the smoke back into the bathroom, watching it brush against the cloudy window panes and the cracked mirror hanging on the door at the opposite end of the room, listening to the hustle and bustle of the outside world and god-awful music from a nearby car. The hardest part about it for him was the long exhale after inhaling the death threatening substances. He hated letting go, he hated relaxing.

But it didn’t matter what he was breathing in, he hated it. He would do anything to cut off all air circulation… Letting himself exhale and let go was what led him to be thrown into this hell on Earth, Hawkins, for eternity.

Sometimes Billy thought back to the day that everything changed in his house. He was twelve years old when his dad turned on him. Neil wanted to keep everything in order and was quite obsessive, but didn’t want to do any of the work. He was the man of the house after all, and whatever he says, goes. So he forced William to start working.

When he turned thirteen he started going by Billy. Around that time he also adopted healthier habits, except he started smoking and began consuming too much alcohol. At thirteen. He also adopted a rigid diet consisting of carbs, protein and cheap cans of beer from the fridge when his mom and Neil weren’t looking. His workout schedule included surfing, swimming and running the length of the beach.

He joined the Lenora Hills basketball team as a freshman, coming out as not only the star player at the year’s end, but the team captain too. And he loved it. He loved the attention and his mom’s praise, until Neil kicked her out of the house for reasons unknown to Billy at the time, and until Susan Mayfield and her daughter, Max, showed up.

Max was a fuck-up. Billy could tell Neil didn’t like Max; didn’t think she had guts, or a brain or half a fucking clue about anything in the world except how to skateboard and be a disappointment to everyone.

He didn’t talk to Neil all that much after the switch flicked in Neil’s mind to start inflicting his anger and pain onto the child. Billy didn’t like Susan either. She was weak and a pushover. Plus, she was an alcoholic and didn’t take care of herself. What a waste. Susan could have been his saving grace.

And inhale… breathing in the smoke and letting it fill his lungs, letting it calm your senses, and then exhaling slowly. He watched with half-lidded, slightly dazed eyes as the cigarette smoke filled the small room, coating the already thick air around him.

Susan insisted on him going out for the evening, so he found himself trudging to the nearest gas station, picking an unopened box of cheap cigarettes off the ground on his way. He’d gone out to buy some, so getting free ones was a win in his book.

He kicked open one of the bathroom stall doors and locked it behind him, taking a seat on the window cill with a thin coat of chipped white paint on it that had turned a murky yellow color due to… how long it had been there, he thought.

Billy moved to Hawkins with Susan, Max and Neil after Neil kicked Billy’s mom out. Moving into a new house that was a ten minute drive from the local middle school and high school. Though he would rather work out all day and swim in the community pool, working on getting his lifeguard training certificate, than going to school. He’d rather read a fucking Shakespearean tragedy aloud than attend school. He'd rather marry somebody he hated than attend school.

And now he found himself walking down a dark alleyway, freckles of blue sky peeking out from behind the clouds full of angel tears, a street lamp flickering above him, which was surprisingly more comfortable than locking himself up (leaving the door open three inches, he wasn’t allowed to close his door) in an almost empty bedroom that might as well have been a foreign country. And exhale again.

He’d heard stories about this town; about how two young kids went missing in the same week but only one survived, about how one man was forced to look after said child and his friends because their deadbeat parents were as useful as the pythagorean theorem outside of school. But he chose to believe none of it. Max on the other hand believed everything. Her lack of brain cells allowed her to do that.

Though her IQ still wasn’t as bad as Neil’s receding hairline.

And inhale. Inhaling this shit never burned as bad the second time around… Well, not as bad as the burn he received when he tripped down the stairs in his next door neighbour slash best friend’s house, when the bare skin of his thigh dragged and scraped along the carpet. When the only person who didn’t laugh at him could barely help him because they’d both smoked one too many purple palm tree delights that day.

And so is where he was now; leaning against a damp concrete wall near a girl his age and presumably her younger sister, who looked to be around Max’s age or slightly older. As he breathed in the cool air of the autumn evening, he watched as they completed their daisy chains using the flowers from the tiny patch of grass by the flickering street lamp.

The older of the two girls noticed him out of the corner of her eye and gave him a warm smile, one that slowly began to melt his heart without him even knowing it, little creases forming around her eyes. The little girl waved at Billy, but he didn’t have it in him to wave back. He felt like he didn’t deserve it after all the shit Neil said he did; after that time at the police station when Neil accused him of abusing his own step-mother and step-sister, when in reality the real monster was Neil.

But he couldn’t help but look back at the older girl, who had wrapped her arms around the little girl’s shoulders. She had long, ash blonde hair and pretty amber eyes. Her sun kissed skin had been injected with bright, colorful ink, and the drawings covered the entirety of one of her arms. A tattoo-covered hand moved to cup the younger girl’s cheek, her thumb wiping away a stray tear.

Panic set in for Billy. Did he make her cry? Was it because he didn’t say anything to her? Should he buy her an ice cream to cheer her up? A magazine? A movie from Family Video? He flicked his lighter out of boredom and to distract himself from his thoughts, blowing smoke out into the darkness of the late summer night.

It would be better if he didn’t say anything.

His cigarettes tasted like shit but they calmed his ever growing nerves. So he kept them up. The shitty doctor he went to with his mom told him that the injections they were going to give him would fix his addiction and calm his nerves, but boy were they far from right. They just made him even worse.

They did fucking shit to help him.

“It’s the pretty boy from the pool!” He heard the younger girl, the brunette, say quietly into the blonde girl’s shoulder. Muffled, but clear and loud enough for him to hear almost crystal clearly.

The tattooed girl smiled, pressing a kiss to the little girl’s forehead. “You’re right, El! You wouldn’t know who this is, but he reminds me of James Dean, in a way.”

Her voice was sweeter than candy, and it made Billy’s skin crawl. It was the first time she’d uttered more than a word. He couldn’t tell where she was from; the sing-song tunes of a Gaelic drawl mixed perfectly in with Midwest American that warmed him more than the sun beating down on his blonde curls in a hot summer in California. And he hated it.

James Dean? Wow…

Billy grinned, smirking as he heard the little girl, El, say that she thought Billy had heard what the girl with the sweet tatties had said. The older girl hid her blushing face in her hands while the other giggled, teasing her. “Why is your face pink?”

“It’s not!”

“Is too!”

“Is not, El!”

His heart sank as the little girl ran up to him. Should he apologize now? Should he compliment her daisy chain bracelet? Should he ask her about the brown-haired girl? Should he—?

“My friend thinks you’re really pretty,” she said, bouncing up to him, now standing not even a foot away from him, practically leaning against his body. His ears perked up at the sound of her voice.

Okay. They’re not sisters.

“I know I am,” he replied plainly, flicking his cigarette again, looking down into her glassy, deep brown eyes. Eyes that made him instantly relax, the tension in his shoulders disappearing as he sighed a quiet “thank you,” to her.

El beamed, but Billy hadn’t noticed, too busy looking at the other girl. He shifted in his spot by the wall and stared, admiring how she flicked her nails together. Maybe it was a nervous thing? However, she was a stunner. Skin like soft cashmere with a sunkissed glow, gleaming amber eyes and a full plush mouth. She had her almost pin straight hair pulled into a high ponytail with her bangs falling over her forehead, her ponytail secured with a blue scrunchie; Billy’s favorite color.

She also looked strong, her arms muscled but not as much as his, with her colorful sleeve, and she had the kind of full swishy hips a boy would love to grab a hold of. And she smiled like a pageant queen.

Billy hadn’t noticed that his fingers had tangled together, kneading each other like bread dough. He hated how pretty she was. She was so out of his league, and he hated that. He hated how he wouldn’t be able to sweet talk her into a date, hated how he wouldn’t be good enough for her even though he hadn’t even spoken to her yet.

Her glossy smile wavered, and she laughed, a sound that jingled in tune with the dangling earrings she was wearing. Ones that looked almost identical to Billy’s. The sound rang in his ears louder than anything ever had before.

Is this fate?

“Come on, El,” she said, beckoning the girl back over to her, her eyes locking with Billy’s for a moment. “I’m sorry about her, she gets really excited around boys.”

Billy opened his mouth, uncharacteristically unsure of what to say. He lived by the philosophy that regrets were for another day, not today. Or, at least for a minute after he’d said something that made him sound like a fucking idiot.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. I get that excited around pretty people too.”

Her smile broke, laughter bubbling in her chest. The sweetest sound in the world was worth looking like an idiot for.

“You do? I guess that means you’re not excited right now,” she said, her voice dropping, trailing off. “I mean, why would you be? El’s pretty but she’s twelve… But whatever you’re into...”

Billy shrugged. “What if I was talking about you?”

“You were?” Her pretty mouth fell open, letting out a short gasp. Billy’s brows furrowed; she was surprised he said that?

As Billy nodded, a huge smile broke on her face, pulling at the corners of her glossy lips. However, he felt his heart beginning to shatter as she tried her hardest to conceal that beautiful smile. Each time her smile broke, so did his heart.

And he fucking hated it. He hated how easily this girl had made him crack. He hated how she didn’t see herself as beautiful or worthy. He hated how she didn’t see herself the way he saw her.

She flicked her light gaze in his direction, the force of her smile so bright he almost had to physically rub his eyes to adjust; instead he just squinted them shut for a second longer than a normal blink. That was exactly how she looked to him: a vision. One so beautiful it could bring a tear to somebody’s eye. She had the beauty of Venus, the power of Aphrodite, the grace of la primavera di Botticelli and a smile with enough adoration it could power an entire twelve lifetimes of perfect, puppy love.

“Of course I was, doll,” he replied with a chuckle from the bottom of his stomach. “Have you met yourself?”

Billy smiled back at her, running his skilful tongue over his top teeth and bottom lip, which for whatever reason looked hot. Any time she tried, it looked weird and creepy. He made it look so effortless and so, so… so…—

Billy watched as a scarlet blush crept onto her cheeks, tucking a wayward strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, biting the side of her bottom lip to distract herself from… something. Anything. She could feel herself faltering under his intense gaze.

Billy also had to look away. The longer he looked, the more he felt like he was falling. He couldn’t explain it. It wasn’t just because she was too good looking for her own good. He’d met plenty of beautiful girls in his life, maybe a few who looked even more gorgeous than her, but nobody, in his entire 17 years of life had managed to knock him sideways like that that fast.

When he finally opened his mouth again, he was so busy trying to smooth talk her, that he may have insulted her. Fuck. Telling her she looked like somebody who would balance out his prettiness even after he called her beautiful. God, why won’t he stop fucking talking?

He was digging himself a grave 8 feet under instead of 6. Every word was more stupid and more flustered-sounding than the last.

But she laughed. She laughed at his stupidity, which was better than her running off with tears falling down her beautiful face. He’d take anything he could at that point.

He slowly walked over and sat down next to her, pulling his knees up to his chest as he’d done in the gas station bathroom. Bold move.

The swift movement only made the blush on her cheeks grow even more, and she now had no choice but to let him see that.

“What’s a sweet girl like you doing out here almost all by yourself anyway?” He asked after she failed to fully falter under his gaze. There was a party down the road

“I could ask you the same thing, Stud,” she replied, breath hitching in his throat as she scooted closer to him, his boots and her converse touching, something of a small spark igniting between the two as her right knee and his left knee briefly touched.

“You think I’m a sweet girl?”

“You know what I mean!” She laughed. Oh he liked the sound of her laugh.

But no. He hated it. No. Hate. Hate. He wasn’t allowed to like anything so why should he start now?

You don’t like her. Get that in your fucking head.

“What’s your name?” He asked, filling what might have been an awkward silence.

“What’s yours?” She challenged, her lips matching his cheeky smirk, politely deciding a cigarette from him when he offered.

He got to work attempting to roll a blunt from the back pocket of his jeans with his shaky fingers on the surface of the slightly damp ground next to him, cigarette dangling from his plush lips. He noticed her pushing her thighs together tighter than before, but never said anything, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable.

“Are you gonna make me annoy the shit out of you until you tell me, Stud?” Shit. Fuck. Double and triple times fuck. He forgot about that.

“It’s Billy,” he said, exhaling, the area around them filling with a soft haze of gray smoke, clouding both of their minds even more.

“Sloane,” she replied. “Got a surname?” I wish I didn’t. “…Or are you just Billy?”

His stomach leapt at the way his name rolled off her tongue so perfectly, and he gulped, covering it up by pulling his cigarette. The sound of her saying his name… It was cheesy as fuck but it sounded better than any song he’d ever heard. “It’s Hargrove.”

“Mitchell,” she said, slipping something into the pocket of his denim jacket, patting the fabric twice. “Always nice to see new faces around here, Hargrove… Well, I think you’re new, I’d notice a pretty boy like you a mile away.”

Pretty boy, huh? Looked like Billy was off to a great start.

…Until he fucked it all up. Just like he did with everything he ever went near. He was destined to not have nice things.

[evilelena]

I'm so weird, I fill out three-year-old Cobra Kai surveys on tumblr.

Karate Kid/Cobra Kai survey

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It’s the year 2021 and you’re obsessed with The Karate Kid. How are you feeling?

Well, it's now the year 2024 and...fine? I was never really "obsessed" with the Miyagi universe until October 2022 when I started going through all the episodes for my so-called "fan fixion". it's not really fanfic; intentionally bad recaps with fictionalized elements are just something my sister and I used to do ages ago for the lulz. We actually did them for Beverly Hills, 90210 and The Shield. The Cobra Kai ones are done by me; but my sister remains my one consistent reader. She's also the one who challenged me to incorporate the phrases "practice dumby" (yes, spelled that way), "Why is this happening to me?!", and "Ouch, ouch, oh, ouch!" (a line from one of my old childhood stories) into all of my recaps -- or whatever you want to call them. (In case anybody ever looks at those and thinks wtf?.) Despite not being "obsessed" until a year and a half ago, I still really liked CK and re-watched many episodes even before October 2022!

Did you grow up with TKK or are you new to the series?

Kind of both? I was born...uh, long enough ago that I was alive when TKK was released, although I don't remember its release because I was a very young child. I did see parts of all three first movies here and there over the years growing up -- and I watched that masterpiece The Next Karate Kid in the late 90's or early 00's while going on a Walton Goggins movie binge -- but I never appreciated them until my ex-on-good-terms recommended Cobra Kai. (I'm pretty new to the "fandom" but have been watching CK since May 2018.)

We gotta do the basics. Favorite character:

Johnny, for sure. Second favorite is Terry Silver.

Favorite ship:

Johnny and Daniel when they're bickering and squabbling like an old married couple.

Underrated character:

Stiven. Too bad he left, or he and Hawk could've become pals. I like how Stiven bravely tried to start a fight with Tory during the LaRusso house brawl, and she punched him away like she was batting away a pesky fly.

Underrated ship (don’t say therapy, lol):

Johnny and Ali? I (gasp) prefer them to Johnny and Carmen.

Wax On, Wax Off or Sweep the Leg?

Sweep the leg!

Which of Daniel’s dumb little outfits is your favorite?

Any where he incorporates the color blue. Bonus points if it includes his special blue-and-white karate headband.

Character from the films you most want to return, who’s not Terry Silver:

Charlie -- that minion of Ned, or whatever the main bully's name was in TNKK. (Charlie, played by Walton Goggins, was Ned's Rickenberger.)

Scene that lives in your head rent-free:

Oh, there are so many. Way too many to name in a three-year-old survey.

Will Anthony LaRusso ever be relevant?

Technically, he was one of the most relevant characters in 5x10. Without him, Kenny Payne might still be Terry Silver's prize pupil. (And Silver might not have been arrested. Stupid Anthony!)

You live in The Valley and are forced to join the karate gang war. Which dojo do you join?

Eagle Fang, but I'm not leaping from one building to another. (Sensei Lawrence is more than welcome to call me pathetic, though.)

What’s your training montage song?

"Gonna Fly Now"?

It’s the crossover event of the century! Which TV show are you combining with Cobra Kai for an hour-long Saturday night special?

Beverly Hills, 9010. Mel Silver can be Terry's cousin.

Tagging:

Nobody, because this is three years old.

[lou-lj]

Supportive best friend

A/N: I love the way Steve and Robin interact with each other and how supportive Steve is of her and I need that in my life so that’s why I made this.

Steve Harrington x reader (platonic)

Headcannon: Reader is LGBTQ+ and best friends with Steve

Warning: some cursing/ mentions of fighting/ mentions of unwanted outing

How you meet:

- you weren’t exactly friends in high school but you knew one another cause you were in the same year

- one day you two had to do a biology project together in which you had to collect some stuff in the woods (lichen or sth idk) and document it

- and you both were skeptical at first only knowing rumors about each other

How you became friends:

- while you were doing the project you got to talk a little and had actually quite some fun making photos of plants and shit

- the next time you meet at his place to write down the required information for the project

- as you did so you ordered pizza (cause who doesn’t like pizza?) and got to talk some more

- afterwards you both realized that you got quite comfortable with each other, being able to talk and laugh about basically everything

- the both of you started meeting up a lot more and he became your save haven, a person who you could share everything with and you too became is favorite person to spend his time with

- you got so comfortable with him that you decided to reveal your secret to him “Not that it is important or anything, but I think you should know and I also trust you so I wanna share this with you, I’m (insert sexuality)” you were definitely really nervous

- but no need to worry Steve got you, he probably asked some questions to understand better what you mean by it but over all 10/10 reaction

- “It doesn’t matter to me, your just the same as before. But thanks for trusting me.” He genuinely didn’t care who you liked he kind of has this ‘love is love’ and ‘you do you’ mentality

Meeting the others:

- being Steve’s best friend means meeting the party and his other friends

- they loved you and thought you were super cool

- you easily became friends with them (especially Max idk why but the bickering between her and Steve is way to funny to miss)

- being friends with them meant you got involved in the whole ‘up side down’ and monster shit which first was overwhelming but if you overlook the dangers it’s quite fun

- Steve always tries to protect you (even if you don’t want or needed it)

- that contains him always staying by your side, keeping an eye on you and trying to make you stay out of conflicts

- like he would jump in front of you and would kill for you (without thinking) if it meant keeping you save

If you had a problem (example getting outet):

- he would also protect you like that if your secret would get published

- Steve would punch everyone who looked at you wrong or was talking shit about you immediately

- he would definitely be threatening people and getting into fist fights

- but apart from that he would also be there for you of course

- he’d listen to all your worry’s and would let you cry on his shoulder or rant the whole night agreeing to everything your saying

- he 100% would buy you food and take you out for movies (or watch them at his place if you wanted to stay in)

- if you’d get kicked out he’d without a doubt let you stay at his place for as long as you needed

- over all I think it got clear that he would be an amazing 100/10 best friend hahha

[formulacherry]

Ok I have a question for you (as my favorite carlandomaxiel writer)

Do you think they fight? And if so what are the differences in the way the couples fight / make up?

Ily cherry 🍒

omg the fact that i could be anyone’s favourite ANYTHING makes me feel all warm and tingly inside!! ily 🥹

this is probs gonna be long so.. you’ve been warned.

ok i feel like max and daniel fight A LOT. most of the time it’s just petty squabbles over dumb stuff that is over in like half an hour and they’re back to normal BUT i do think they have quite big fights too. because they’re both incredibly headstrong, stubborn people with a lot of emotions so i feel like it bubbles over pretty frequently.

with these two i think there would be a lot of yelling and slamming doors and throwing stuff and blaming each other, because they’re shit at communicating. the little fights would turn into big ones bc one of them would just blurt out something nasty without really meaning to and the other would get defensive.

also, we know they both use various degrees of violence to deal with their anger. eg; daniel punching holes in drivers rooms, max punching holes in… esteban. and i do think sometimes that translates into their fights. nothing major (daniel would never, ever actually hurt max) but i feel like they get up in each other’s faces or shove each other and push each other into walls and stuff and i feel like THAT often leads to weird angry sex™ and after the weird angry sex™ they realise it didn’t make either of them feel better and they actually both feel pretty gross and they just lie there until one of them finally caves and says sorry.

i also think it really messes with daniel when they fight because max already has one bully in his life (tw: j*s) and daniel NEVER EVER wants max to be like scared of him or whatever so when he raises his voice or punches a wall and max flinches it really fucks him up and he gets really really upset. he doesn’t want to be another source of fear in max’s life so he’s had to really work on calming himself down and like physically removing himself from the situation sometimes. he’ll go out for a run or whatever until he’s cooled off enough to properly deal with it.

i think it took max a long time to be comfortable with actually admitting he was sorry and explaining what he was apologising for. like at the start he’d just give a mumbled ‘sorry’ and hope that was enough and daniel would have to be like ‘no max, i need you to tell me what exactly you’re sorry for.’ and so now max can be like ‘i am sorry for saying/doing xyz and i am sorry i upset you’ which has made things somewhat easier.

BUT max also needs constant reassurance so like even when daniel accepts his apology max doesn’t really believe it. he’s insecure and scared of losing him so he gets this voice in his head telling him daniel is still angry and doesn’t love him anymore and stuff so he starts acting weird and of course daniel picks up on it instantly and like grabs his face and looks him in the eyes and is like “maxy, i’m not upset anymore. i love you.” and just fucking hopes max understands and believes him. (max also doesn’t believe it when daniel apologises to him bc, well, trust issues.)

also they NEVER go to sleep without saying they love each other. it was something daniel started with his family when he was a kid and he’s brought it into his relationship with max. so even if one of them has stormed out and gone to sleep somewhere else there will always be a message on their phone that says “i love you.” or it will be whispered into the darkness of their bedroom while they’re lying facing away from each other. just confirmation that no matter what is happening between them at the time, this isn’t the end. they love each other and that’s the most important part.

ok now for carlos and lando.

i don’t feel like they fight very often at all. i think they bicker like kids about dumb shit like 50 times a day but it’s always with a smile and a joke and stuff. mostly they’re pretty good at communicating. it took lando ages to be comfortable voicing his feelings and frustrations to the point carlos had to like drag it out of him but now he’ll happily be like “this is why i’m pissed off” and carlos is like ok great!!!! let’s talk about how we can fix that!!!!! and normally that’s how it gets solved. quick and easy.

but when they get into an actual proper fight it really throws both of them. and i reckon it only happens once every like six months or whatever but they’re BIG and really emotionally driven and i feel like lando instigates 99% of them. lando is definitely a cry-when-i’m-angry type of person and that makes carlos feel like absolute shit which then makes him cry and then they’re both just sobbing uncontrollably.

it never gets physical. carlos has sworn he will never, ever lay a hand on lando. sometimes lando will try by swatting at carlos’ chest or whatever but carlos will just grab his wrists and hold him there until he calms down. i also don’t think it ends in angry sex or anything very often (even though lando thinks he’d quite like it if carlos roughed him up a bit) but carlos isn’t comfortable taking his frustrations out that way.

i feel like when carlos is in the wrong he immediately wants to make things right and is always first to apologise and take the blame and stuff but lando is STUBBORN. so lando will storm off and lock himself in his gaming room to stream for a couple of hours and cool off or whatever and when he finally comes out carlos will be sitting outside the door just waiting for him to finish and he looks up with those stupid gorgeous sad baby cow eyes and lando is like how the fuck could i ever stay mad at him???

but when lando is in the wrong he struggles to admit it. (bringing back the crazy stubbornness) or will be like “ok i may have done xyz but YOU did this!” and will bring up 50 things that HE’S annoyed about it turns into a whole thing again while carlos just puts up with it.

and that’s another thing, carlos has like a CRAZY amount of patience. so he’ll stand there and wait while lando has his tantrum and when he finally stops carlos will just be like “are you finished?” and lando like huffs and is like yeah i guess or like NO and then goes on another tangent. also carlos wouldn’t get mad very often so on the rare occasion that he DOES lando knows he’s fucked up big time. if he’s pushed things one step too far and carlos snaps at him or whatever and says he’s sleeping on the couch tonight lando gets really freaked out that he’s ruined everything.

obviously he can’t sleep with the thought that carlos is angry at him so he’ll go out to the couch and of course carlos is awake too and carlos will wordlessly lift the blanket and lando will climb in with him and there will be hushed apologies, obvious forgiveness and cuddles and soft kisses and they’ll end up falling asleep together on the couch even though there’s a perfectly good bed 10 feet away.

[heyhilana]

Suppressed Memories (Javier Peña)

Summary: After setting up in Colombia again, you worked a late night at the office. Before you could leave for the night you had to give Javi your paperwork. But a simple end of the day transaction couldn't have taken a worst turn for you both.

A/N: Hi lovelies! This is part 3 of the G.A.N.E. series that I have been meaning to finish for a while. This was probably one of my favorite parts to write as I loved being able to go back and forth between the two, but it is v emotional because mutual pining and angst hits different. But I hope you still enjoy it!

Pairing: Javi x f! reader

Word Count: 3.2k (Still angsty as shit)

Tagged: @nightlockcornucopia (if you want to be tagged in any stories feel free to comment below 💛)

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After 2 weeks of catching up, making yourself at home in Colombia, and constant passive-aggressive nature between you and Javi, you were in a state of happiness but also constant anger and irritation. You felt at home in regards to being back in your old apartment, seeing new and old faces, and finally getting back to the nitty-gritty of the drug world, but in regards to Javi you weren’t sure if you wanted him to hold you or if you wanted to punch him in the face for his behavior. It was constant bickering between you two if you had to talk to each other or you would purposely avoid him at all costs through taking the long way upstairs or leaving later or earlier than him. It was a little childish to say the least but considering how things went on your first day, your behavior was understandable.

Unfortunately, your paperwork seemed to take longer than expected and the only people that were left in the building were you and Javi. You debated on giving it to him now or tomorrow, seeing that it would be a little easier to give it to him then than now because being that you hadn’t been alone with him since your first day back. But as you thought about it, you realized that you were just being a coward. You didn’t have to alter your work habits just to avoid him because work came first in this complicated world.

So you got up, took a deep breath, and walked over to his office. You could see that he was drinking as he rested a hand on his desk. You quickly put the papers on his desk as he turned around to look at you. You remained calm as he seemed to falter at seeing you in his office, noticing the way his eyes drifted away from you and how he took another swig of that burning alcohol.

“Everything’s here,” You don’t bother to say much else, seeing that it was likely going to be a continuation of short answers and tension between the two of you building once more. He didn’t say anything, only a slight nod came from him. As you turned on your heel, itching to not put yourself through any more of this agonizing tension, Javi stopped you.

“Y/N,” He sighed, not wanting to start a fight but knowing deep down that it was going to happen anyway. “Can we talk?”

You turn to him, seeing that he was making his way back to his seat. “What’s there to talk about?” You didn’t want to go there with him, but if he was going to insist on doing something that seemed pointless then he was going to lead the way.

“Don’t give me that. These past two weeks have been hell because we’ve been at each other’s throats all the time.” His eyes meet yours and for the first time, you can see that they are not as icy as they were before. There was pain in them, something that you hadn’t seen since that night.

“Well I came to you nice, Javi. I didn’t want to bring up the past or make things complicated between us but from day one you were cold. You didn’t want to talk to me, work with me, hell just even look me in the eye. You’ve made things harder than they had to be.” He walked over to his desk and took a swig of the amber liquid while you stared at him.

“I did? Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t come to you as nice as you wanted me to be when I didn’t see you for a year. You left, Y/N. You didn’t call or even write a fucking letter. You practically fell off the face of the earth when you left.” You narrowed your eyes at him, almost scoffing at how he expected you to somehow call him after everything when you both knew why you left in the first place.

“Well what was I supposed to do? Continue to talk to you when you broke my fucking heart over and over again? I can’t see how I was supposed to do that when I left because I couldn’t keep putting myself through everything. I was a mess when I went back. Not sleeping, eating, functioning like a normal human. I was struggling to get through the days without breaking down over everything that happened so when was I supposed to contact you in the midst of all that?”

The hurt look in his eyes only intensified the longer this went on. “Don’t you think I was hurt too by everything that happened? I had no one and once that shit went down with Los Pepes I didn’t know what would happen next because I couldn’t contact you. I’ve been struggling the day that you left and even now I’m struggling because I don’t know what to do now that you’re here.”

“Javi don’t give me that shit. I wouldn’t have left on bad terms had you not broke my fucking heart that night. I wanted to just leave, contact you later when my head was clear and when we wouldn’t be in a screaming match but no, you just had to show up to my door that night making my head spin because I couldn’t figure out what the hell you were feeling. You go from telling me you care for me, need me, want me, and then worst of all tell me that you love me when it’s meaningless because of when you said it.” Despite feeling strong in what you said, a part of you felt bad for saying it altogether.

“How the hell is it meaningless? I meant what I said, every word. I didn’t lie to you like I could’ve done. I didn’t come there to do anything like that. It just…happened like it always has happened between us. Nothing is fucking planned with us and it never has been.”

You were fighting the urge not to yell as it would only aggravate you more and make you feel as though you were fighting a losing battle. “It was meaningless because I was waiting for that the moment we slept together that first time. But I couldn’t pinpoint if you meant that because you truly did love me, or if you only wanted me to stay to keep your loneliness at bay. And then to top it all off, you tell me that you’re sorry with no explanation. What was I supposed to think Javi? That you’re sorry for loving me, putting me through all this shit, or that you were sorry for saying you love me. Either way, it just made things worse.”

“And what was I supposed to think the morning at the airport. I get it, I was a dick but it just stung a whole lot worse with what you said to me in that car.” You were dumbfounded by his statement.

“What are you talking about?”

“You seem to have a very selective memory.”

-

The morning after was almost idyllic considering the position that you and Javi were in. His arm was lazily wrapped around you, you somehow closer to him than you were before you went to sleep, and the sun shining through the room to offer you a peaceful awakening. For a split second, you felt that you were in a dream that was almost too real because of everything that happened. But once you carefully got out of Javi’s grasp and saw the way the sun kissed his golden skin, that tousled hair of his beckoning you to go back to where you were to play in it, and the softness of his features that were only visible when he was asleep made you realize that it wasn’t a dream. For once, maybe just for a few minutes before you were sure your alarm would go off to get you ready to go back to the U.S you could enjoy this domesticity with Javi.

You couldn’t help but think about how the days would go if you two were together. Mornings together, lazy if it was a rare day off filled with love-making or if it was one to go to work, a quickie nonetheless but at least getting to drive to work together before going your separate ways. Nights together, just as what you did before with him as friends but more with teasing Javi, him showing you why you shouldn’t (or should) tease him, and ending the night with being in his arms. Even jetting off far into the future, life after leaving behind Columbia. Settling down in a place that allowed you both peace and tranquility, no longer having to question your every move for safety, and finally getting the life you both deserved despite everything that you did before. Maybe you were hurting yourself more by thinking about an out-of-reach life with a man who continuously broke your heart over his inability to open up but considering what you were leaving behind you felt that you could be a little idiotic for now before logic and reasoning swept you away from him.

Soon Javi woke up and the sun was shining in his eyes so he groaned. You got up, throwing on the clothes you had put to the side for the airport and throwing him his clothes that were scattered about on your floor.

“I’m surprised you stayed,” You were pulling on your shirt while Javi was throwing on his clothes from yesterday.

“I told you I was going to stay.” Although he meant well, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his statement knowing that staying around for the morning after was not exactly his M.O.

“Are you going to drive me to the airport?” You were hesitant in asking, thinking that he would want to go now just to avoid thinking about you leaving.

“I can drive you as long as you hurry up,” He looks at you when he says it, lighting up a cigarette as if his actions were not completely the opposite of what you were expecting. But considering everything that happened, you weren’t going to question it must longer, thinking that maybe this leave wouldn’t be so hard on the both of you.

Soon you were in Javi’s car, thinking about the times he would drive you home when you didn’t have a ride and how you would hijack the radio just to play songs he despised entirely. It was funny to see the irritated look on his face, part of him only tolerating it because it was you doing it but the other part of him still wanting to stop you anyways. This time however, you decided to leave it alone and not make it any harder on the both of you. The ride was relatively quiet, the both of you taking quick glances at each other when the other wasn’t looking because neither of you weren’t sure of when, or if you would see each other again. It was strange being in the car so calm when last night was anything but calm but talking would ruin the peacefulness of that morning.

Javi pulled over near the entrance of the airport, the both of you seeing people hug and kiss goodbye or see you later before jetting off to their next destination. While you were looking out your window Javi grabbed your hand, squeezing it harder than he ever has and when you turned to look at him, he was more vulnerable than he had ever been with you.

“Why are you leaving? Just…stay with me or let me come with you,” You could hear the crack in his voice when he said stay, knowing that he wasn’t bullshitting you and he was serious.

“Javi, you and I both know why I’m leaving. I can’t stay and you can’t come because look at what we’re doing to each other. We keep hurting each other over and over again thinking we’ll get it right when we haven’t gotten it right at all. This is the best for both of us.” You were trying to make it sound good, sound like this wasn’t the one thing you didn’t want to do because you were pulling yourself away from the person you wanted most even with all the flaws you both had.

“I promise to change. I really do but please, fuck just don’t go.” You knew that tears were welling up in your eyes from his pleas. For once you could hear the sincerity in his voice, the pleas that were not just about himself but were about making things better for the both of you. It sounded so good, almost too good to be true as if someone was playing a trick on you. You were tempted to say yes, forgo the years that you were going to spend dreaming about what could have been and just try one last time. But, your answer was not something that came out of logic and reasoning. It came out of a place of fear for the uncertainty.

“Javi, you can’t promise me to change because I know you’re not. Stop making this harder for me.” You removed his hand from yours, seeing how he didn’t even fight you on holding it any longer. You got out of the car, grabbed your bags, and walked through those doors not looking back because you knew that if you did, you wouldn’t be able to make it to your next destination.

-

“I opened up to you, Y/N. I finally did what you wanted me to do for the longest and then you just disregard it.” You had it with him, not wanting to deal with his semantics about opening up.

“It’s not about what I want! It’s about what you want too because if you’re going to keep giving in and not fight to change for yourself, then nothing will work. You have to change because you want to, not because you don’t want me to leave because that’s only a temporary fix.”

“You had no faith in me changing from the start because you knew that if you did there would be uncertainty and you hate that more than you hate what I did to you.” The low blows seemed to come one after another, one observation after another showing how you weren’t exactly blameless in this at all.

“Well why would I have faith in that when you showed me that you wouldn’t change even when you knew it was the best thing to do? I may hate uncertainty but I wasn’t going to put my heart on the line yet again for something that I wasn’t sure would work out.”

“Relationships are never fucking certain! You can’t plan shit out or make 'calculated' risks for a relationship. I was ready after that night because-“ He stops himself and you sigh, knowing that you were about to reach a dead end with him.

“Because what Javi? Don’t do this to me,”

“Because…because I remembered thinking about Lorraine. I remembered how I fucked things up with her and how I didn’t want to do that to you. I realized then that I had to change to make things work or else I would have to live with that too.” The part of you that loved him, rather the majority of you wanted to feel a sense of relief. That although he had fucked up he was a man that was willing to change. But the fear inside you told you to run from it, run from anything like that because there was no certainty that it would last.

“Well Javi, as much as the past me would’ve loved to hear that, the present me can’t do this with you anymore.”

“Why can’t you do it? What’s really stopping you?” He walks over to you, that look in his eyes reminding you of that night all over again.

You wanted to tell the truth, tell him that you were simply scared of the uncertainty of everything and that you were secretly just as messed up as he was with opening up. You knew deep down that he meant what he said in that car, but the walls that you put up after getting hurt for so long prevented you from trying again. You ran from the unknown, the uncertainty of it all, and chose to fantasize about what could be rather than seek it out because getting hurt again was not something you could take.

“Because it was never going to work Javi. How could we possibly work with our jobs being the way that we are? How would any of this shit work with the way we are as people? Logically speaking, it was going to fail even if I stayed in Columbia.” He lets out a sigh, knowing that your walls were coming right back up just like he knew they would.

“And we’re back to where we started. You can use all the logic you want Y/N but deep down you’re scared. Logic is not going to keep me from seeing right through those bullshit lies.” Damn him for knowing you so well, seeing the vulnerable you that couldn’t bear another heartbreak but rather, the what if’s that ran through your mind every second of the day.

“So I’m supposed to put my heart on the line yet again for you? I’m supposed to just say ‘fuck it’ and give you my heart so you can break it once more and then wonder why I’m so closed off? I don’t think so because who’s going to have to piece my heart back together? Me. And to be completely honest here, it’s not even fixed from last time but here I am laying it out.”

“If you don’t want to lay it out for me then why are you doing it right now?”

“Fuck…I don’t know-“ Javi lets out another sigh, cutting you off because you knew that he was always going to catch on to your tactics.

“You know why just stop pushing it away. Stop pushing me away the minute things get too rough.” Javi gets up, walking over to you because he can’t stand the distance between you two and he knew that if he was face to face with you in the literal sense, you couldn’t lie your way out of his interrogation.

“Stop pushing you away? Javi, you and I both know that our first night together was the first time I didn’t push you away and what did you do the moment I asked you what that meant? You pushed me away. You’ve been pushing me away from the start.”

“If I had known things would get like this I would’ve let you walk out that door.”

“Well I’ll do just that then.” You turned on your heel, taking full advantage of the out he gave you because of how close you were to crying. But before you could leave, he was saying something that broke your heart further.

“You’re breaking my heart, baby,”

“Yeah? Well, you’re breaking my heart too.” And with that, you were out of his office rushing to go home and spend another night wishing you could stop running from everything.

[fourthwonton]

Fourthwonton freaks out over the Our Skyy x Bad buddy episode 1 (real)

Squealed at the very first sec of the preview(I don’t rewatch my top shows so it's quite helpful)(and I got the feels)

The preview really reminded me exactly why I fell in love with this world

Ugh great (rolls eyes) Wai’s back yaayyyyy

Drake is really good at playing himbo

Wait… are Wai and Korn continuing the feud’s legacy?

Really a great start… the whole show began when Wai was cornered so it’s fitting that the special episodes start with the feud too

The staredown lol rofl…. The BGMI can’t

Right off the gate with the expectation subversion I can’t with P’Aof

The students really need group projects to hold them off from fighting

Why is Korn praying like Pat and Pran have died? Or is this P’Aof poking fun at all the romeo and romeo clown theories?

Prom really is accurate with the tea huh

Lol WaiKorn trying their best to get them all off the right track

Going off the track but damn Ohm’s eyes really shine at 5:06

They’re back at it lol just riling each other up

Never knew bickering could be foreplay but here we are

Lmao the stark difference between on screen and behind the scenes(hah get it)

I could swim in nanon’s eyes(swoons)

Aaa dimples is back

Neck cradle seemed like a chokehold lol well, Pran does have Pat in his chokehold

I’m so glad that the curtain drop has been redeemed

I freaking lost it when the intro started to play

I love the parallel so much! In ep 1, when pat punches Pran and he gets a bruise for which he gave him a balm. Now, it’s Pran who punched Pat and he’s the one icing the bruise. Ok guess I began rambling

The “I told you to punch me on one cheek and you punched me on the other” never gets old

Also pa knocking the door when they’re getting up to something is always funny

And she has got not even a shred of remorse for that XD

INKPA!!!!!!!!!!!!

A brother always has to be annoying to his sister. HIA PAAAAAAAN is so hilarious

I love the found family dynamic of theirs. They’re getting dinner together! Ahh it reminds me of ep 9

Feeding shrimp to your loved one is always a win

Love Pa teasing them

And Ex-macho man Pat calling himself Nong is so funny

The moment Ink advised them to find a neutral party to help them decide was when I felt sorry for Ajarn Pichai

We really need more than crumbs!

Give me more InkPa!!!!!!!!

Is he doing a counting-out game to decide? What’s next, a game of rock paper scissors or an arm-wrestling battle between Pran and Pat?

I choked on my coffee when Pat said that Korn will play a dwarf

Ooh they have to get a sponsorship (evil Gru laugh)

Ooh Pat is sneaky

“Phuen khab? Phuen” and “Khab, Phuen”, very un-subtle title drop right here

Pran still has his high-school photo for his id

And we’re back with the crowded elevator(love everything about it)

I forgot that Pat’s sense of smell is as good as a golden retriver’s

Another rendition of just friend!

I don’t understand if Pran is trying to encourage Pat or scare him more

Also did he just say dog Pat?

I love their faculty pride

I knew something was going to go wrong when Korn mentioned downloading the porn

I snorted out loud at this scene

Damn Pran was really dying holding his laughter

Loved the lesson on perspectives.

I love the parallel to when Pat helped Pran visualize the bus stop

Aah Secret’s back

Nanon looks angelic at 13:09 part 2

Pat really be there convincing Pran for a honeymoon

Wait, Tian wrote a book?

The fistbump’s back aaaaaa

Pat really is a hopeless romantic. So sappy!

The fairy lights OwO

They really said me gustas tu

Pran really looks at Pat like he’s his world T_T

Fierce eyes became puppy dog eyes

Why do they have so many close kisses ughh

NONG NAO SLEEP MASKS!!!!!!! Soon available at GMMTV Shop pre-order yours now

Architecture students may plan an attack on me, but only elevators can bring me down

Poor Pran promoting skincare alone T_T get back here Pat!

Damn! Another eavesdropping misunderstanding? Please subvert this trope P’Aof T_T

Really subverted it in a moment thank lord Aof

Pran’s gone into plotting mode huh, I already feel sorry for Pat

He really saved Pran as Dimples such a sap

Why the fuck was Wai in there? XD they really traumatized each other

Really ran off to Chiang Mai to serve Pat a good bowl of lukewarm revenge

Really loving Pran’s fit again

Getting onto the wrong bus is so like Pat

No wait

I take it back

Making Pat get onto the wrong bus is so like Pran

Ohh Champ’s here!

Not the best thing to say in such a light-hearted tone, Yod. Pran’s already nervous about this

Pran really grabbed a walking cane off a fence XD

This is really the most crossover to ever crossover

Love the piano when Chief Phu turns

Did the sturdy looking Chief just faint?

Did Pran just shoo away Tian?XD

OMG Nanon’s just killing it with his eyes

The preview’s giving me life

Did the boys just strike up a fight between Phupha and Tian? And took it upon themselves to make them make up?

The top-notch face down is so funny

The way I cried all this time damn I missed this world

[daughter-of-melpomene]

fc oc meme: real life fc anneliese judge, avatar fc mary elizabeth winstead + jumanji — @xoteajays

I am living for the chance to create another Jumanji OC, thank you!!

OC’s name is Henley Barton, her avatar’s name is Nerissa Nike.

Definitely a Bethany ship; has liked the blonde since the seventh grade and even made out with her once freshman year, before Bethany decided that she wanted to be too popular to even be seen with Henley.

More of a creative artsy-type student, but also strong-willed and has a bit of a temper; gets detention for punching one of Bethany’s popular friends after the bitch tampers with one of her pieces during art class for a laugh.

Gets transformed into Nerissa, who is some kind of crazy weapons expert the same way Ruby Roundhouse is an expert in fighting.

Spends the majority of her time in the game bickering back and forth with Bethany, since they’ve kind of been rivals ever since Bethany rejected her, but becomes friends with Spencer, Martha, and Alex pretty quickly.

That is, until she’s watching Bethany giving Alex one of her lives while liplocking with him and thinking, Oh, I don’t like this.

So while Spencer and Martha are having their own romantic moment, Henley approaches Bethany and apologizes for being such a bitch to her after their falling-out. Bethany apologizes for being scared and shunning her when she actually really liked her, and they make up by the little river instead of Bethany having her talk with Alex there.

They don’t kiss then, though - that happens pretty much as soon as everyone’s back in their own bodies, the two of them pretty much jumping towards each other and liplocking in front of the rest of the group.

At the end of the movie when they all come back to school after the weekend, Bethany proudly introduces Henley as her girlfriend to her popular friends, and they share another kiss right after they destroy the Jumanji game console (and Henley gets in a few extra stomps on it, because it may have gotten her a girlfriend, but fuck that stupid game).

(I’m also gonna tag @valdrinors just because I know fae’re into Jumanji too and I feel like fae’d like this.)

Send me a fandom + a faceclaim and I’ll make an OC from scratch!!

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

How about #10 & #19 for Balthier & Nabyrie and Chris & Thalia? And #17 for Armand & Artemis? Pretty please? 😊 -Crowie

Hi Crowie, my dear! <3 thank you so much for sending in this ask! <3 Lemme answer for all of them under the cut!

Balthier & Nabyrie

10-Do they like surprising each other with dates/presents They do. OH, IF THEY DO. Balthier knows how much Nabyrie misses the proximity to the sky above that living in Bhujerba offered her (especially because, after all they went through, they are now living in Balfonheim Port under cover), so, when he sees that Nabyrie is more melancholic than usual, he would surprise her with a short trip to the Skycity, where they would also meet with Nabyrie’s brother and confident, Niraj. Nabyrie, on the other hand, knows that Balthier loves his wardrobe and loves to dress up for the role (he is the leading man, after all lol), so she loves to gift him fancy robes and garments that she knows he will love to wear around and that she also loves to wear when he is not around, so he would often ask if the clothes are really for him or for her. 19-How do they make up after a big fight? With lots and lots and lots of cuddles. You see, Nabyrie, despite the mask of quiet calm she usually wears, has one heck of a temper (much like her father Halim), one that definitely matches Balthier’s, so when they fight, they FIGHT. And because they are stubborn as heck, both of them, sometimes they need someone to actually make them see reasons (and this role is usually filled by either Niraj or Fran, it depends on who is around). Nabyrie’s anger, however, has the tendency to melt away quicker than Balthier’s, due to the fact that in her past, her unwillingness to stop and listen before getting angry caused her great grief. So she has the tendency to be the first to approach Balthier, who usually just melts away once he feels her embrace. It’s not unusual for them to still start bickering while still embraced to one another, but at that point, they are just on their way to making complete peace between one smooch and one playful jab. Balthier is a fox, he knows that if he starts giving Nabyrie some smooches she will just melt. He knows. HE KNOWS.

Chris & Thalia

10-Do they like surprising each other with dates/presents Because of their busy lives and how the unexpected is always bound to happen (looking at you, Chris), they don’t have the tendency to surprise each other with big events such as dates (they tried more than once, and something always came up that just screw up those plans). So, after learning that lesson the hard way, they decided to just NOT come up with surprise dates. However, presents are another matter altogether. When Chris is home from whatever expedition he was busy doing, Thalia would always make sure to buy him a “comfort basket” with all the things he loves, so that he can enjoy his day off in total relax. As for Chris instead, the biggest surprise presents he sends to Thalia are usually her favourite take-out being delivered directly to her office, especially when she is super busy working (and when dealing with the BSAA and the number of hours she works, she forgets to eat properly more often than not). Usually, he writes to her a small note too, and more often than not, the message WILL make her blush at the most inconvenient time. 19-How do they make up after a big fight? Chris and Thalia are a fiery couple, both with short tempers, both extremely and their fights reflect that. They have short tempers, Thalia can pack a mean verbal punch when she is enraged, and Chris can become as abrasive as sandpaper, so this can generate lots of sparkles. Of many different kinds. wink wink nudge nudge So, we can say that after they had the chance to cool off a little bit while away from one another, they end up more often than not having reconciliatory sex (the adrenaline always runs too high for these two, and with Chris being a werewolf, even more so). After they are done, in the immediate aftermath, they spend a good deal of time just cuddling up and apologizing (and probably going for a second round of sex, this time around sweeter in both nature and pace. The praising would be A LOT. *wink wink nudge nudge*).

Armand & Artemis

17- What do they get up to on a night out? With Artemis and Armand you can never really know what they will up to doing. It can be ANYTHING, from a dinner out (although they always end up bickering on WHAT exactly they are going to eat, considering the profound difference in nature when it comes to their sustainment) to a night at the Opera (which usually ends up with Artemis falling asleep in Armand’s arms because she finds it too boring and because if normal Opera is dramatic enough, Vampire Opera is ten times worse) to even just a normal walk in the park (to which some fellow vampires jabbed at Armand, telling him he is bringing his mutt out for a walk. Needless to say, Armand was *PISSED*). But without fail, their favorite way of spending a night together is by reenacting their “catch me if you can” play that they had going between them more than a decade. Armand would be the one initiating it, more often than not, and Artemis is always game for it. She loves to come up with strategies to outsmart him, and more often than not, she succeeds (to Armand's own delight. He loves getting caught by her and is always impressed by how she manages to outsmart him. Let's say that the "Gomez and Morticia" vibes are true for these two, but more on Armand's side than Artemis).

My dear, thank you so much for these questions. I truly had fun answering them. <3

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

staring out at a world on fire / complaining about how ugly you think the ashes are

Prompt: Falsely Accused

Sequel to should have run / but i was a prize.

Title taken from the poem Another Rape Poem by Brenna Twohy.

TMNT IDW.

You can find the whole collection on AO3 here.

(tw past underage noncon, victim blaming, misunderstandings, trauma, flashbacks, PTSD, freeze response, panic attacks)

I'M BACK! Sorry not sorry, got completely derailed with Monster May and Pridewrite. Also sorry, this is not going to be a very nice Raph story--I love the little fucker to bits, but he's a dick sometimes.

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He doesn't try to hide. He doesn't have anywhere to go, really, where they won't find him eventually, except-- He doesn't have anywhere to go. Besides, they're his family, and he can't leave them. Won't leave them, not after what happened last time.

Still, when the door opens while Leo's practicing alone in the dojo, when Raph makes no effort to hide his steps as he pounds across the floor, there's a part of Leo that wants to cut and run. His fingers tense on the sword, knuckles whitening ever so slightly.

There'd been a reprieve after the fight. The others had needed medical care and Leo had disappeared, knowing his help wouldn't be welcome. Everyone's doing okay, he thinks--he hopes, he's sure he would have heard by now if it was anything really serious.

He'd done his best to scrub Saki's touch from his body, clean until his skin bled and his head hurt, and he thought he might rub his scales away completely. Then back to bed for a sleepless night, too scared of nightmares to really let himself rest.

Leo had hoped for a chance to clear his head when he slipped out to train early in the morning. But of course, nobody else in the household has slept either. Raph has stayed up all night, jacked up on adrenaline and fear and rage, the anger Leo can feel as his brothers' eyes burn into his back.

Saki's anger was different from Raph's, Leo remembers. Raph burns like a fire, wild and all-devouring, while Saki's is a blade, cutting at the most vulnerable points. Leo had learned to bow his head and roll with the punches, to make himself small and submissive.

His legs tense with a sudden urge to kneel, even though he knows how stupid that is. This is Raph, after all, and submission like that would be seen as mockery, would make him angrier. Besides, it's not like his brother would ever really want something like him, that his brother would ever really hurt him. Right?

At least, not more than Leo deserves.

Raph comes to a stop behind him, lets out a low, rattling breath. Leo realizes he's still holding the training swords and hurriedly puts them away, wincing when the dulled steel rattles as they slide into the rack. He drops his hands to his sides, too scared to turn, too scared to speak, too scared to do anything, but wait.

"What the actual fuck happened last night?"

His voice is dead calm, and cliches always come from somewhere because anger really is scary that way. Raph yelling is something normal, Raph yelling is video games and bickering over the last slice of pizza and the heater kicking out again. Raph calm with fury makes Leo's blood freeze.

Leo swallows, licks his lips. "I--"

"Fuckin’ look at me."

Look at me, chunin.

Leo makes himself turn. Raph stands with his arms crossed, one still bearing the familiar gleam of a crisp white bandage. His left eye is blackened and there are patches on his legs and torso, ugly marks, some of which might leave scars. The circles under his eyes are worse than ever and it's all Leo's fault. All of it.

"Mikey and Donnie are alive, since you asked," Raph says, and guilt scrapes Leo's insides with sharp teeth. "Mikey's still out and Don's sittin’ with him. And you," he looks Leo up and down, lip curling, "Don't have a fuckin’ scratch on you, do you?"

He can't speak. He does, technically, have a scratch, the cut on his knee that he tended to in the shadows of his room. But it's nothing compared to what the others took in the haze and pain of the ambush and they both know it.

"You led us into a trap, that's one thing." Raph's eyes are dancing with a vicious light, like he knows full well how every word is a gut punch. "But that wasn't enough for you, was it? We were dyin’ over there, and you were busy starin' up at the goddamn Shredder like the cover of some shitty romance novel. Like that thing with Alopex all over again, only worse."

The fox's name gives him focus, at least a little. "Don't," Leo swallows. "Don't bring her into this." Alopex went through the same hell he did, even worse in so many ways, but she's strong, she's brave. She never would have crumbled in front of their old master the way Leo did.

"You're right." Raph's voice is mock-consoling. "You're right, aintcha? Alopex ain’t the one who went into a goddamn trance like it was his first battle. Alopex ain’t the one who couldn't be bothered to move or lead or do

shit

while his family was dying around him. 

"I..." Leo coughs, swallows. "I couldn't--I couldn't move."

"Don't give me that shit, I know what a fucking pin hold looks like!" Raph's voice raises in a shout and it's comforting, almost, in its own way. "You weren't even tryin’!"

"I couldn't move," Leo repeats, fully aware of how pathetic he sounds. "I swear, Raph, I tried, but it was like I was frozen--"

"Frozen? Did he hit ya with something?" For a second Raph looks almost hesitant, like he hadn't considered that possibility, and a part of Leo almost panics because as frightening as Raph's anger is, the thought of his unearned forgiveness is something worse.

"No," he admits. "But--"

"Well, then you weren't fuckin’ helpless, were ya?" Raph booms, taking a step forward. Leo stumbles back on instinct, shell hitting the rack. "But you just sat there and let the man who murdered us, murdered Mom, grind on ya like you're a back-alley whore!"

The last word is almost enough to make Leo's knees buckle, his vision going blurry and distant. He'd thought, he'd hoped they wouldn't notice just how Saki was looming over him, just how badly Leo's shamed them and Father--shamed Mother. What would she say if they were here?"Raph," he rasps, the name suddenly impossible to force out. His throat has gone tight, heart trapped and fluttering behind his ribs. "You, you don't...." 

"Guys?" And now the dojo's door is opening again and Donnie's poking his head through, the sight of his purple mask enough to make Leo want to throw up. "Stop yelling, you're going to wake--" He takes a better look at Raph's furious expression, at whatever Leo's face might look like right now.

Disappointment fills Donnie's gentle eyes and Leo wilts, only to stiffen in surprise as he turns to see his brother's glare land on Raph instead. "What the hell are you doing?" he hisses fiercely. "I told you, we were going to talk about this later!" 

"It's later," Raph says, not even looking at him. "We're talkin'." 

"You know damn well that's not what I--"

"Would you have let him kiss you?" Raph's voice is shaking ever so slightly, fear and hurt cracking through the anger, fueling it. "If Mikey hadn't risked his ass to save yours, if he hadn't finally reminded you whose side you were on, would you have let the Shredder stick his tongue down your throat? Treat you like his fucking damsel in distress and carry you back to the castle?"

Why not? I always have before. The memories make him nauseous now, but back then he'd moaned into Saki's mouth, kissed back like...like he was exactly who Raph thinks he is. Who they all think he is, maybe. Donnie and Mikey and--

Splinter. Where is Splinter? He's got to have overheard this with his sharp ears, and he's usually up meditating at this hour. Does he know what Leo's done, how he's shamed them? Has he turned his back on him? Is it worse if he believes Leo has betrayed them, or that he simply doesn't care anymore, simply refuses to hope?

Raph cares, though. Raph cares, and in a way that's better than Splinter not caring at all, like the cold loneliness of Leo's worst nightmares. Raph's hurting, and if Leo does his penance and takes on that hurt like he deserves, it'll be alright. It has to be.

Or so he thinks, until Raph opens his mouth and says, "You know, I used to feel sorry for you. I used to think you didn't want what he did to you."

The world stops. Reality grinds to a halt around him, the shadows of the dojo flickering and rippling at the corners of his eyes. He sways, trying to draw enough breath to steady himself, his lungs squeaking uselessly. His hands twitch, fingers stiff little things locked around a sword or a cock. Helpless. Useless.  

"What." He thinks, vaguely, that the voice must be his, but it doesn't seem to be coming from his throat. It echoes around him, dull as a ringing bell. "What?"

"Raph." Donnie grabs Raph's arms. "For once in your life, I need you to stop  talking."  Raph just shrugs him off, his gaze still burning into Leo.

He laughs, and it cuts through the air with the cruelty of a knife. It's the laugh of Raph at his absolute worst, when his hands are red with blood and Leo fears the streets took something from his brother that they'll never get back.

"Hob told us, sort of," he says, and Leo's numb right now, but later he's going to have to see about eviscerating that fucking cat. "Mikey didn't get it, thank fuck, but Donnie n' Splinter' n' me put the pieces together real quick."

Donnie's face is a sickly-pale green. "Hamato Raphael, shut up--"

Raph smiles, and it's a skull's anguished grin. "I didn't need him to tell me, really. I grew up on the streets, I know what this shit looks like. I saw the bruises, I saw the teeth marks, I heard how hoarse your voice was and I knew it wasn't from deep throatin’ a fucking cucumber. I saw the way you looked at him, the way you looked at you. And I saw the way you walked, 'cause it's really fuckin' obvious when someone's been fucked up the ass for the first time."

Leo can't breathe. He hasn't been breathing right for a while, but now all the air is leaking out of him like a balloon or that robot from Big Hero 6 and he's going to crumble just like that robot, all the air blown out, torn and ruined.

Donnie's talking, yelling, shaking Raph's arm, but Raph is unmovable. Leo thinks of their mother at their bedroom door, letting herself run through rather than step aside. Nobody makes you bleed more than family, after all.

"And I was so sorry." Raph whispers. "So sorry that I'd let myself lose you, so sorry that I had to stand there and watch you suffer like that, because you had to be sufferin,’ because only a spell could make you spread your legs for the devil, right? But who the fuck knows?"

He can't hear Donnie anymore, can barely see him. The world is down to Shredder's hands dragging down his shell and Raph's fire burning into him, eating him alive.

Is that what happened? Did Saki let them go on purpose, so Leo could come home and blow his family apart from the inside out?

"Cause I don't think what happened last night was magic," Raph says. "So, maybe none of it was. Maybe you just went off to have fun with your daddy," (the word is castles of shredded glass built in Leo's heart, the word is hell in his brain), "and then you got bored and came back to us. But now you're bored of us and you're missing your Prince fuckin’ Charming, aren't you?"

It's not true, not true, he's shaking his head until he feels like it's going to fall off. But your body knows, and I missed you, and I love you, back in the haze of Saki's bed, when Leo had been sore and bleeding, when he'd whispered it back.

He is drowning on his own two feet. Mikey might be dead and Splinter isn't here and he can feel a hand around his throat, Saki's hand or Raph's or his own. No, Leo's a whore, he's a liar, and what he's feeling is his own noose, just execution.

"Am I right?" Raph asks, and when did he get so close? Leo blinks, blinks, spots dancing in front of his eyes, Saki's face and Raph's tangled up together. "Am I fucking right? Say something, you--you stupid fucking--" He breaks off like he can't speak either, like he's choking.

Leo tries to answer, he really does, but he can't speak any more than he could move back then. But he tries, he opens his mouth and everything, throat working uselessly, and that's when he realizes that he isn't really breathing, or even trying to breathe.

His body realizes this, too, and then his knees decide to buckle, only this time he can't catch himself. He falls, white and black spinning around him, and the rest of the world cuts back in just long enough for him to hear Donnie screaming his name.

Leo is awake.

Leo is awake and there's an oxygen mask on his face.

Leo is awake and there's an oxygen mask on his face and his brothers haven't thrown him out yet.

Leo is awake and there's an oxygen mask on his face and his brothers haven't thrown him out yet and he honestly doesn't know how long the peace will last, but he's too scared to move or break it, so he just lies perfectly still. He lies perfectly still, and next to him is Mikey, lying perfectly still, also awake, although Leo's not sure the others know it.

Splinter isn’t here. Leo can’t let himself think too hard about that fact or the cracked pieces of him might fall apart completely.

Raph is sitting in the chair in front of Leo's bed with an icepack pressed to his face, over a bruise from where someone--probably Donnie--had clocked him at one point, Leo doesn't know when. He can only see one of his brother's eyes, staring blankly into space.

Donnie's talking to them, hands waving in the air a little the way they do at times. Because of course Donnie has been doing researchin his long, lonely hours while Raph stewed and Leo hated himself. Because if Donnie didn't throw himself at solving a problem with everything he had, every time, he would probably go completely insane.

"It's called the freeze response," he says. "It happens in cases of fear or trauma," he says. "It's an attempt at self-preservation in the face of an oncoming threat," he says. "It's associated with PTSD and cPTSD." "It happens," he says.

It happens. It keeps happening. It might happen again. But--

"You did nothing wrong," Donnie tells Leo. He's not looking at Raph, not acknowledging Raph at all, and that is how Leo knows how angry Donnie is at their brother. His voice is dull and flat and scraped raw, like a landscape after a hurricane.

"You did nothing wrong," he repeats. "Say it to me, Leo. I know you can hear me."

Say it to me, chuunin. Tell me you love me.

"I," He swallows, coughs. "I--I..."

Raph rises to his feet and Leo tenses, just enough for everyone to be aware of it, for fear and shame to crowd in his stomach. He wills himself to relax, but he can't quite keep his fingers from quivering a little behind the blankets.

His brother crosses to the side of Leo's bed, close enough for Leo to touch, and slowly, gingerly, sinks to his knees. It's a jerky little gesture, with none of the grace of seiza. He bows his head and presses his forward against the side of the cot, looking limp and very small.

They stare there like that for a few seconds. Leo doesn't look at Donnie, doesn't want to see the expression on his face. You don't have to, he’d say.

But Leo wants to. He understands, more than anyone else in this room, what anger and hurt and exhaustion can do to you, how your eyes can trick you into seeing what you fear most. And Raph is young, and broken, and so, so tired. Leo can't forgive, not yet, but he can give it a start

He puts a hand on his brother's head, just for a second. It's all he can offer, for now. And the touch--the choice to move--is enough to ground him, to help him finally draw enough breath to speak. Leo straightens up and looks at Donnie with the clearest eyes he can imagine.

"I did nothing wrong." He says it and he doesn't shake and if only part of him can really believe it right now, it's not nothing.

"I did nothing wrong," he repeats, and the air flows through him a bit more easily than before.

_____

I hope the ending wasn't too abrupt and that I didn't let Raph off too easily.

[sukunasbabymama]

Fake dynamics.

⌗ Summary: In where you and Wakasa change y’all dynamics.

⌗ Word count: 2.1K

⌗ Pairing: Wakasa Imaushi.

⌗ Warnings: Cursing.

⌗ A/N: I can’t have my enemies to lovers story cause if we can’t work shit out by talking like adults then gtfo of my life, lmao.

To say you and Wakasa hate each other was an understatement. He despises you, and the same goes for you with him.

It all started with the foundation of the black dragons all those years ago. You, being the best friend of Shinichiro, ended up being one of the founders and part of the gang. Sadly, you and Shinichiro were very much alike in the fight scene, not knowing how to throw a decent punch. Because of this, in every single fight, Wasaka had to make the members of his unit focus on everything while he was protecting you from getting hurted, just like with his leader. That started a bunch of bickering between you two, with him telling you to get some fucking basic self defense from Benkei and you telling him to leave you the fuck alone.

Now, a bunch of years later, in a darker and bigger gang, he still has to put up with you because Takeomi decided to make you the advisor of Braham. He just can’t catch a damn break.

“I would like to know why the fuck do I have to patch your annoying ass up every single time you feel like training with Benkei.” You say, crouching down in front of him, who was in his boxers in your bathroom, he tsks.

Oh, yeah.

Since you couldn’t fight that well, you focused on learning a lot about how to take care of wounds and broken limbs, so he doesn’t just have to see you on fight days, but also when he and Benkei go all out training with each other.

“If you don’t want to do it, then fucking don’t and stop talking.” He says in a bored tone, you flick his forehead.

“There’s literally not a single person that you would let touch you, let alone see you like this, you little frankenstein.” You roll your eyes.

“We have been knowing each other for a long time and I don’t feel like letting another person see me naked.” You roll your eyes. He talks like you’re watching him in all his glory when he has underwear on.

“Yeah, right.”

The next time he sees you again is at B1, three days later. He enters the side office of Braham’s underground rin and frowns when you’re hugging Benkei’s arm tightly.

“What’s up with this one?” He says, pointing at you with his chin.

“Apparently a group of the guys that we were about to fight last week decide it was funny to bully one of us and stuff.” Akashi explains. “They say it’s the advisor’s fault that we didn’t fight them in the first place.”

“I mean, it was because of the advice that the boss canceled that fight.” Benkei says, Wakasa nods.

“So, a bunch of fuckers that can’t understand a no for an answer.” They all nod, agreeing with Wakasa, he shrugs. “It’s not like they would’ve won either way.”

“This is not about winning, it’s about them starting to target us out of pettiness.” You say and he raises his eyebrows briefly, showing you that he doesn’t care.

“Right, but you should know better than being in a gang and not expecting shit like this to happen. They’re not gonna give you a free pass to beat your ass just because you can’t fight.” He shrugs and continues before Benkei stops him. “That hasn't changed not even since Shinichiro-san.”

“Waka, that’s too—,”

“It’s okay. He’s right.” You say quietly.

That’s the first time in all the years he’s been knowing you, that you actually get offended at his sassiness, and he is shocked. Just when he is about to add something to lighten up the mood you stand up and bow to Senju.

“That’s all I had to report, boss, I’ll go home.”

And you’re out. Everybody looks at Wakasa with a frown.

“I refuse to believe that you’re this dense.” Takeomi sighs.

“What?”

“It was not the time, Waka.” Benkei says.

He rolls his eyes, not wanting to show the guilt he is feeling at the moment.

Two weeks have passed without seeing you again and he hates to say it but it’s getting annoying. Even if y’all dynamic was to pissed each other off, he was way too used to seeing you even in his goddamn soup, so what the fuck is this?

At the fourth week he was convinced that you were avoiding him, and he wasn’t going to go out of his way to change that, but he still was mature enough to know that he was the one in the wrong.

He was letting all his frustrations out in a worn out punching bag he has in his small apartment when someone starts knocking on his door like a fucking psychopath, he rolls his eyes.

“Benkei, I already told you to not come to my—,”

He stops in his tracks seeing you there, leaning against the door frame with an unfocused stare, pressing onto your abdomen and with dust all over your clothes, you have fresh blood coming out of your nose and lips.

“I’m sorry… I-I didn’t know where e-else to go and I—,”

His eyes go wide as hell when you just pass out on his arms before even finishing your sentence.

Now, he is seeing red from how livid he is and have murder on his mind, but first he takes you in his arms to his bathroom, sitting you on the toilet and tapping your cheek softly.

“Hey, hey,” You open your eyes and sigh, trying to bear with the headache you were having. You look at him. “I need you to give me permission to patch you up.”

You nod twice, and so he makes sure you’re leaning back and start filling the bathtub with warm water. He goes out to his closet and takes some boxers and a shirt of his, putting it in on the sink. In silence and with steady hands he starts undressing you. When you are all naked he takes you again in his arms and puts you down on the bathtub, you hiss at the contact of the warm water with some of your cuts but he doesn’t say anything.

When you’re accustomed to the temperature of the water he puts some body wash on his hands and starts cleaning all the dust and blood from your body.

“Who did this?” He asks, focusing on not being too rough on your cuts.

“That stupid gang that were harassing me some weeks ago. They are still salty about the fight getting canceled by me talking some sense to the kid… they jumped me when I was getting out of my nursing classes. I was about to go to Keizou’s house but he is too rough and—,”

“You did okay coming here,” He whispers to himself, brushing his thumb on your lip and under your nose to clean the blood.

“Look at us, me now being the one getting all patched up.” You mumble after a while of being in a comfortable silence, your voice still weak, he tsk.

“It’s not the fucking same, you aren’t trained for—,”

“You said I should know better,” You say deadpan interrupting him. “So it’s okay.”

“It’s not.” He grunts, his tone still naturally boring but more cold. “It’s not fucking okay.”

You take some water in your hands and refresh your face softly. He takes this opportunity to talk.

“That day I really crossed the line, I apologize, I won’t do that ever again and if I do you can have Benkei beating my ass.” You giggle softly and his expression softens a little. A little. “That was the first time I ever saw you getting offended by me, so I was pretty shocked at the moment and when I was about to apologize you weren’t at B1 anymore. After that you just kept avoiding me and I know better than going to your house for another thing other than patching me up.”

“I have been trying to learn how to do what you guys do for so long and, although we have this kind of enemies dynamic, you’re the one I’m the closest to after Shinichiro passed away, I mean, it’s been what? 5 years? maybe more of you being the specific one shielding me from any danger in fights. Your words hurt me a lot, Waka.”

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs and you nod.

“It’s okay, I was getting worried that we actually didn’t have big altercations in our little war.” You smile sadly.

“I don’t want to feel like that ever again.” He says quietly, you look at him frowning. “There’s not gonna be a second time of me hurting you, and there’s not gonna be a second time of me feeling like shit for it.”

“Oh, so you do care?” You giggle. He rolls his eyes and stands up, offering his hand for you to do the same. He wraps you in a towel.

“If I didn’t care, only God knows what would have happened with you in every single fight we had.” He murmurs and you hum. He is right.

Even though you feel a little bit better, he still dresses you up himself in his clothes, and then takes you to his kitchen. There, after giving you some painkillers, he starts cooking something for you to eat.

“I can go home alre—,”

“You’re not doing shit.” He says deadpan, giving you his back. You sigh. “You’re gonna stay here and when you feel better I’m going to take you to show me every single motherfucker that dared to put their filthy hands on you.”

“I- uhm… Yes sir.” You say, because this is the first time your so called enemy is showing this much emotion to you.

Carefully, he places the food on your lap and leans on the counter by your side, really close.

“It’s so weird all of this.” You murmur, and take a bite of what he cooked. He looks at you, waiting for you to swallow and continue. “This is not our dynamic at all and I’m… I don’t know.”

“Fuck that dynamic.” He says, always so calm and collected.

“That’s all we know.”

“Bullshit. That’s not all I know if we are not fighting right now, right?” You nod. “That dynamic is gone.”

“Uh, why?”

He stays silent at the question and you shrug and focus on eating all your food. When he sees that your plate is empty he takes it from your hands and wash it real quick on the sink, he dries his hands and gets between your legs, putting his hands on the back of your thighs and making you interlock your ankle on his small back. Silently, he takes you back to his room in his arms.

When you’re under his blankets with him he lays on his back while you lay on your side. He doesn’t say nothing when you scoop closer, nor when you softly lift your leg over him, instead, he puts his hand on your thigh and squeezes it softly.

“Because I never want you to look at me like you did that night.” He murmurs quietly. You look at him confused. “You asked me why earlier. I don’t hate you to the point of wanting to offend you, I’m okay with just the bick—,”

“You like me, don’t you?” You whisper, getting closer and resting your chin on top of your hand on his chest. His other arm circles your waist softly.

“Apparently, I do, yes.” He agrees.

You hum in content, sliding your hand up and down his chest softly.

“I like you too,” You whisper. “Apparently.”

“Don’t give me that.” He scoffs.

“You started it.” You retort. “I’m not about to confess when you—,”

He crashes his lips on yours, taking you by surprise since Wakasa Imaushi isn’t one to be impulsive. Nevertheless, you kiss him back right away, slowly moving till you are straddling him, his hand snaking to your hips and squeezing them. You sigh on his lips but he doesn’t let you get too far away, instead having you share breathing from how close you were at the moment.

“I like you a lot, Y/N.” He whispers onto your lips, calm but oh so confidently. “Does that sound better?”

“Uhm.” You hum mockingly, and he rolls his eyes.

“I can’t fucking stand you.”

“Yeah, I like you too, baby.” You keep mocking him while leaning down to hide on his neck, his arms going around you.

After a few seconds he talks again.

“I’m going to break every single bone in the body of the people who did this to you.” He whispers again and you hum.

“I know you’ll do.” You say with a smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“Waka, stop, that was a lot of weeks ago.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“I understand.”

“I like you.”

“Damn boy, were you always this talkative?”

“Shut the hell up.”

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[goddess-evelle]

In this video IX

We coded it so that

Whoever kills the dragon gets to fuck our girlfriend while the other boys are forced to watch unable to cum. Can we kill the dragon before the others? We are about to find out.

Warnings: long fic, degradation kink, rough sex, manhandling, pussy slaps (kinda), double trouble (you’ll se what I mean) unprotected sex (stay safe don’t be stewpid),

A/N: I am dying, but enjoy this very naughty fic. Happy readings!!!!!!

“It’s not fucking fair” A thick accent sounded through the clacking sound of the keyboards as a small huff was given in agreement with the British man.

“George stop being a fucking baby and keep playing” An exasperated groan left the man-child as he was ready to start whining.

“It’s easy for you to say idiot; you punched me into the lava. I lost everything! Now, I have to start all over again” While the brunette was mad giving his explanation only giggles were heard from the other two. Dream and Sapnap had worked together to get George out of the way, and now, the fight was between the two of them. It was known that George liked to take his time when he played, so the other two boys had more than enough time to finish the game. They were already getting out of the fortress; the only problem was that they had the blaze rods divided between the two of them. Dream had 5 while Sapnap had 4. Which meant that they needed each other to get to be able to get to the end. However, Dream already had a plan quickly thinking of turning against Sapnap in the last second and take all of the blaze rods to himself. Of course, not everything is as easy as he thought it’d be. The rest of the game passed in a blur as you watched from the bed the two boys play for what felt like hours. George had already given up as he cuddled you in the bed. Your eyes blinking slowly as you felt more and more tired as the two boys bickered about coming up with a solution. Somewhere along their attempts to find the portal room you fell asleep with George cuddling you closely to him. Apparently, the two of you fell asleep together because the first thing you woke up to was the triumphant scream of Sapnap. You quickly woke up at the victory sound and smiled at the boy that looked so happy.

“So, I guess that Sapnap is the one that won huh?” you smiled softly as Dream’s hand rubbed your cheek softly.

“I don’t know baby. Did you see my screen?” your eyebrows furrow as you take a look at Dream screen. The end credits rolling on his screen. Then you looked at Sapnap’s screen and the credits were also rolling at the same time.

“Wait, what did you guys do?” Your voice shaky as your mind went through a million possibilities of what they could be planning.

“We both beat the game… at the same time, so technically we both won” Dream’s cockiness could be heard in his voice. Your eyes widened as you suddenly understood what was going on.

“So, that means that she is going to take the two of you?” George’s voice sounded perplexed at the thought of watching his two boyfriends tag team his girlfriend. His erection growing rapidly on his grey sweats as his hand subtly gave a rough press. Besides him your face was completely red as arousal rushed to your core making your underwear get completely wet at the lingering dirty thoughts.

“Now, get naked baby” Sapnap’s voice sounded next to your ear as he pushed your back onto the bed helping take off your shorts. He stopped at the sight of your panties being completely drenched. No words left his lips as he bent down slightly; his tongue liking a path straight down where the wetness lingered. His eyes rolling slightly at the taste of you on his tongue. Sapnap moved back to continue tasting you, but a hand stopped him harshly. He was pulled away by Dream’s hand that had a tight grip on his hair. Sap’s head rolling back aggressively as he practically fought Dream’s hand to get back to savoring you. Dream merely gave another yank to Sapnap’s hair.

“We have to prepare her for the both of us; you can eat her out later. Take of her clothes completely” Sapnap nodded waiting for Dream to let go of his hair. However, the green boy gave a final squeeze before letting go of his hair; Sapnap gave the most pornographic moan you have ever heard in your life. You watched as Dream bent down to whisper something into Sapnap’s ear; something that apparently made the boy very excited because he quickly moved away from you. The two males looked towards George who was holding his hand down to his sweatpants. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was hiding his erection, but you knew better; he was squeezing himself trying to relieve his painful hard on. He quickly noticed the attention on him as he moved his hand away from his clothed cock. He looked terrified at the other boys’ stares.

“Clothes off” Sapnap said; making the older man fumble with his clothes wishing he could make them magically disappear.

“We are feeling generous, so we are letting you prepare our sweetheart for us” Dream’s voice echoed through the room. George moved so quickly that he even tripped with the sheet making him fall face first right in from of your wet panties. Sapnap’s hand held his head down making him unable to look up.

“That’s right worship our pussy, maybe she’ll let you have some sloppy seconds later” A red flush covered George’s face showing all the way down to the exposed part of his neck.

“Take her panties off” George moved his hands to start taking off your panties, but a rough yank of his neck backwards stopped him.

“WITH YOUR MOUTH” Dream growled in his ear pushing him back towards your glistening pussy. George let out a whimper as he bends down to give a kiss to the center of your soaked underwear. Moving quickly to take off your panties; his teeth grazing your skin in a little teasing bite as he took off your panties with his mouth. He leveled his face with your pussy as he gave a kiss to your clit. His tongue lolling out his mouth to take a big lap at the center of your cunt. He was motivated to keep his teasing by the sounds you were making. However, Sapnap had other thoughts about George’s action.

“What makes you think you deserve to taste her? We said prepare her for us” He pushed George to the side to take his position on the bed. George quickly disappeared out of your eyesight as he was told off by Sapnap. Although, Sapnap didn’t mention anything you knew he wasn’t going to let George have a taste when Dream had stopped his attempt minutes earlier. One thing about Sapnap that always surprised you was his ability to eat your pussy for hours. In the early stages of the relationship, you had to physically pry away the younger man because he would eat you out until you could feel the ghost of his tongue for days.

Sapnap started to prepare you for the two of them; his fingers scissoring inside of you. He worked you open for what felt like ages. Your wetness already dripping all the way down to your thighs. You were practically crying from the intense overstimulation that you were receiving. Sapnap had made it his ultimate goal to make you come as many times as possible before they fucked you. Therefore, no one was surprised when you were a mumbling mess when Sap decided that you were finally prepared to take the two of them.  

Dream was quickly stopped the movement of his hand glazing over your thigh to make space between your thighs next to Sapnap. He quickly realized the uncomfortable situation as he whispered something to Sapnap’s ear. The younger man nodded as he was now pulling you into a sitting position. Dream was quick to sit behind you and pulling you towards him. You sat briefly on his lower stomach. His cock showing from between your thighs. He took a moment to rub his cock against your wetness; the moment lasted only for a few seconds as he moved to press a kiss to your cheek. Simultaneously, he slowly pushed his cock into you while he was the longest of the two Sapnap had a thickness that always left you gasping for air. A breathy moan left your lips from the feeling of Dream’s cock hitting a spot so deep inside you made you a little lightheaded. He took a few minutes letting you get used to his cock inside of you, but the action secretly only made you needy for the sensation of the dragging of his cock against your walls. You waited patiently as Sapnap made a show to rub his dick in small circles around your clit. At this point, you were already crying a river as you wanted to feel more pleasure, but the boys only laughed at your cries. Meanwhile, Sapnap gave a heavy slap to your clit letting the weight of his cock do the work for him. Finally, the tip of his fat dick nudged against your entrance a gasp leaving you as Dream’s cock twitched inside of you. You took as deep breath as Sapnap pushed into you; his dick quickly found a home inside of you.

“Fuck she is so tight with the two of us inside” Dream moaned as he tried his best to not thrust into you. After a few minutes of you catching your breath the boys decided that it was time to star fucking you to sleep. Dream (always the impatient one) started thrusting his dick into you; eyes rolling back as your walls sucked him back in. Sapnap also started to move making any logical thought leave your mind. They were taking turns fucking you; one pushing in and the other one pulling out. The rhythm feeling so natural that it makes you think that this is exactly what you are made to do. You wish you could keep them inside of you and never let them go because they are making you feel so good that you can’t even breathe properly. Like a stupid pussy pocket that being fucked like its your only purpose in life. Tears of pleasure running down your face as Dream pulls in to whisper something in your ear.

“I never thought you’d be this much of a whore. Are two dicks not enough for you? Maybe we should get George to fuck that sassy little bitch mouth of yours huh? Would you like that?” He must’ve really wanted an answer because the moment you don’t respond he is already holding your jaw open as he practically spits the words out again.

“I said Would you like that?” His words coming out uncharacteristically rough to his normal voice, but you have to admit that it does something to you, and both boys can tell by the way you are squeezing them like you are not letting them go.

“Yes daddy. I want more, I want George’s cock too” The whine comes out rushed almost unintelligible, and it is no surprise because with the aggressive way they are fucking you your orgasm is begging to be let out. Sapnap notices hand coming down to start rubbing your clit. That does it, that is exactly what pushes you into your 6th orgasm of the night. You can’t even comprehend what’s happening as you come completely undone. The two boys finding their own climax quickly after you. They lay with you for a few seconds.

“Um… am I allowed to touch her now?” A meek voice comes from the side of the room where George awaits with his leaking cock. Sapnap’s hand is quick to tangle into your hair moving your face over the edge of the bed.

“Baby girl said she’d love to have you in her mouth. Let’s see if it’s true” The words leave you dumbfounded, and you don’t really know if you should be scared or surprised with the way two very familiar cock start to harden inside of you…

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