#coulda kept my mouth shut if it was just the two of us but he had to get all the kids involved too

[warm-mangoes-with-chai]

My dad: you'll be nothing without me! I'll leave all you kids behind and never speak to you again! I don't need anyone, I'm smarter than you all! No one can compare to me!

Me: i mean ig because your two adult children from two separate mothers respectively and their families also don't vibe with you and only regularly started speaking to you recently right? Because you're too much of a coward and self-centered man to keep in touch with them right?

Him:........ *Walks off and locks his door*

[clockmax]

BORN TO BE LOST !

PAIRING: Jake sully X Fem!Navi!Reader

SYPNOSIS: When lost with jake, he seems to have his own way to shut you up.

A/N: I actually took so long to write this for 200 followers and now im at like 230 followers, oopsies im a little slow. Anyways, ily all. I kept worrying that this was a good fic since i tried something new, idk. Just hoping this is good since it’s my first time making a full length fic

REQUESTS OPEN

WARNINGS: not proofread, slight daddy kink, oral sex, slight dubcon, no verbal consent, p in v, praising, slightly public sex, pet names, fingering, overstimulation, porn with very little plot, slight biting.

How was it even possible to end up in a situation like this?

All you had been doing was hunting, learning from Jake as he taught you. Though, you both traveled too far into the woods, ventured off into Pandora’s box.

Your legs ached, limbs on fire from walking the forest for miles on end. No matter how many times you complained to Jake, he kept walking.

It felt like torture. The deeper you went it felt like the more lost you got. However, there was that spark of excitement. The spark of excitement to see Pandora in all its beauty, in all of its mother’s glory. But all that would be quickly drowned out by the fear of being lost. The overwhelming paranoia that a thanator could come out and chase both of you.

The fear was evident, out on display for anyone to pick up. The way you try to appear smaller, ears flat on your head as your tail wraps around the plush skin of your thigh. There was also visible pain.

The way your pace was much slower than Jakes's, back practically hunched as you heaved for air. You weren’t used to walking so far but in unexplored territory. The gnawing pain at your tendons as you moved.

“How much longer to walk? My legs feel like they're going to fall off.” You complained once more, trailing behind Jake like a lost dog.

“Can’t you keep that pretty mouth busy with somethin’ else sweetheart, can’t take you complaining anymore.” Jake grunted, beginning to grow annoyed with your antics.

How long could it have been? There was no telling how long you've been following him. The longer you walked, the more exhausted you became. It felt like your quadriceps were on fire, like your tendons could disconnected at any minute.

“Can we please just rest, I can’t walk any further.” You eventually fell down, exaggerating the pain by just a smidge.

“You better make up f’r the lost time, coulda been back home if you weren’t so slow.” The man walked over, his frame towering over you as you sat.

“Can’t we just wait for someone to find us? I’m not walking any longer.” The air felt hot as you tried to catch your breath, chest heaving as air filled back into your lungs.

Jake crouched down to your level, one of his hands roughly grabbing your chin.

“Gonna have to shut you up if you keep complaining, princess.” The way Jakes words flowed off his tongue with ease sent shivers down your spine.

The way his gaze was cold, almost looking at you with some sort of intent, one that was clouded by lust. The way his hands moved down the sides of your body, touching every curve.

A faint blush found its way on your face, the way your tail suddenly swished side to side as your ears perked up. The body language evident of how his touch made you feel, the way it was enough for you to melt in his hands.

But then reality gave you a good smack. The realization you were still lost, that anyone could find you two. The reality of the situation came back like a anvil, crushing your thoughts.

“Jake- we’re still lost.. Anyone could find us..” you mumbled, looking down as your eyes half lidded.

“Don't worry about them, sweetheart. Stay quiet f’r me and everything will be fine.”

Though no matter the amount of convincing Jake did, there was still that twinge of fear that also ignited an excitement deep in your core. The feeling sent a rush through your veins.

You could feel your body subconsciously pressing to him, lips crashing against each other. The way your body acted on its own before your mind could process, before you could give it a second thought.

“Such a beautiful girl, with such a beautiful body…” Jake mumbled, hands running over every inch of your skin.

His hands traveled down to your loincloth, undoing the material and moving it aside, gently removing your top as well. His lips kept to yours, the heat of your mouths infiltrating the air.

The way you gasped for air when pulling away, saliva slightly running down your chin, golden eyes looking at him. Your mind was so easily switched from rational to lust, body beginning to ache for the man.

Jake stood up, towering over you once more His hands moved to his loincloth, undoing it, cock springing free.

Beads of precum dripped from the tip, leaving a small spot on his loincloth. He looked down, watching the way you looked at it.

“Be a good girl and use that mouth f’r something other than complaining,” His eyes almost burned into yours.

He watched as you moved your head forward, lips encasing his member. The way your jaw stretched to fit him in, hands holding hsi thighs. It was a sight to see, the way your tears trickled down that beautiful blue skin of yours in an attempt to take him.

Your pace was slow, your jaw beginning to ache the more you moved. Jake grunted a little, the feeling of your warm mouth starting to send him into a frenzy. One of his hands moved to your hair, holding a chunk of it. Your pace stopped as you looked up to him, trying to tell his moves.

His hips pulled away, the tip of his c ock resting on your lips before he pushed himself back in. His thrust forced you to take him down your throat, listening to the muffle moans and whines erupting from your stuffed throat.

“Atta girl, look so much better f’r me when you’re on your knees.” Jake groaned, pleasure sparking every nerve in his body.

His hand stayed tight in your hair, gripping it to keep you in place. His hips rutted up into your mouth, cock bruising the back of your throat. Your body shuttered, wetness coating your thighs as you let him use you.

“Gonna swallow all of daddy's cum like a good girl,” Jake slipped out a moan, his hips increasing speed.

Your jaw aches and becomes sore, mouth finding it hard to take his large cock.His tip moving down your throat, leaving bruises in your mouth. Your tongue swirled around each vein, lapping up the underside of his dick.

“That’s it baby, just stay all pretty f’r me,”

Jake could feel his orgasm approaching. The way his hips became sloppy and uneven, the groans and small moans falling from his lips. His cock twitching your mouth.

With a few more sloppy thrusts, his seed spills into your mouth. It’s warm, slightly bitter but tasteful in a way.

He pulls his hips away, crouching back down, hand holding your chin once more.

“Swallow it, don’t be wasteful now, girl.”

His tone was firm, watching the way you so easily obeyed him, opening your mouth to show.

“Need you s’bad Jake..” you mumbled, thighs clenching together as your arousal began to drop down your thigh, slicking your cunt.

“Know you do baby, be patient sweetheart.” His hands moved to your hips, turning you around and pulling you to his lap.

Your legs opened for him, your cunt on display as the arousal dripped. His hand moved down, gently teasing you before his hand slipped to your heat, feeling it up for a second.

His mouth moved to your neck, gently biting at it as his hand lubed up with your slick, eventually finding the clit. The way the rough pads of his fingers rubbed at the sensitive nub, sending sparks of pleasure through your veins.

Without a small warning, his digits pushed past your folds. Velvety walls squeezing on him as you let out a gentle moan. He thumb kept to your clit, circling and flicking as his fingers curled in your heat.

The sensation was overbearing. Moans flooding past your lips, legs struggling to stay open. His thumb kept with the pace of his fingers, the motion bringing that tight feeling to your womb.

That smug grin of Jake’s was on his lips, the feeling of his lips curve up as he kissed down your neck. Marks of his dotting your soft skin.

“Feels good, yea? Gonna have to keep you quiet, gettin’ too loud for me princess.” Jakes hands with a swift movement went back to your jaw, two fingers entering your mouth quickly.

Your hands held into his wrist, the feeling of your orgasm building up becoming overwhelming. The sensation and lewdness of it all has you in a frenzy.

Your orgasm washes over you with quick speed. Hips jerking up as you let out a muffled moan, legs shaking and closing in as you clench around his fingers.

Jake watches the way you fall apart in his hands, the way you shake and shiver from his touch. He takes pride in knowing you’ve become like this so quickly. The way you undo yourself for the touch of him, it’s quite entertaining to him.

“Good girl, doing so well f’r me.”

You nod, mind too fucked out for a proper response. Your body was already slightly shaking, limp. Easily moved as Jake put you on all fours, moving your head down to the ground and your hips up.

“You gonna let daddy fuck your cunt real good, yea?” He spoke against your neck, gently bubbling at the skin.

Before you could even provide a proper response, his cock was past your folds. There was a moan and whine that fell from your lips. The way his cock made you feel so full, the way his tip poked at your cervix, stretching you out in ways that made pain mix with pleasure.

“So fucking tight, all f’r me.” His hips flushed against yours, resting in that position for only a slight bit.

There was a moment for you to adjust before his hips move. His pace was relentless, hips snapping against yours, body shaking. You bit your lower lip to keep your noise down, body shaking as he slid in and out.

The grip he has on your hips was sure to leave bruises, the way he roughly used your body sent lust and desire to your mind. There was not a coherent thought anymore, your mouth blabbering whatever it thought of.

The way his cock was curved so slightly to hit your gspot each time he thrusted sent stars to your head. Your eyes half lidding as his pace kept up. Jake can’t help but let out a grunt at the way you clench around his length, body shuddering as it tries to keep up.

“‘M gonna- fuck right there-!” You almost shrikes, the feeling of his balls slappinf against your clot as he reached deep into your body.

“Gonna what? Gonna come for daddy again?” Jake said almost mockingly, biting down slightly at your neck again.

A moan slipped past your lips as your lip became free, pretty noises falling past your lips. Your body shook once again as that feeling came back to your womb but with much stronger force.

His hips came to a stop as Jake felt you squeeze around his cock. Your spongy walls pulsating around him as your slick dripped onto the grass, slickness coating jakes inner thighs as well.

“Damn girl.. you must be feeling real good, huh?” He teased, hips picking back up with the same ruthless pace.

The overstimulation hit hard, the way your walls became tighter, legs shaking as you shuddered. You couldn’t even talk anymore; moans falling past your lips every-time you tried to say something.

“Fuck, gonna coke inside you, baby girl.” It wasn’t up for discussion, his pace becoming sloppy as he thrusted.

His cock twitches inside you as he came, thick ropes of dim coating your insides. Jake let out grunts as he orgamsed. The feeling of your hot, right cunt around his dick sending him into overdrive.

He pulled out, admiring rhe way his cum dropped from your folds. Jake pulled you back into his chest, holding you close.

“That’s it, good girl. Did so well f’r daddy.”

Jake kept your body close, back pressed against his chest.His voice husky yet caring as he spoke. The air still felt thick and heavy, invading your lungs. Your body was calming down, breathing becoming more eased as you leaned back.

You two talked under the sky as he put your loincloth and top on for you, covering you in kisses as he caressed your sides. His touch was gentle this time, different from how rough he was.

As time passed, you felt yourself grow tired. Eventually falling asleep on his chest, his arms shielding you.

Now just one more problem.

Where the hell did you two travel off?

[sophie-i-guess13]

My Brother’s Best Friend

|Words: 1097|

|Characters: Steve Randle, Ponyboy, Sodapop, Darry Curtis|

|Genre: Angst|

|TW: Character Death, Implied Child Abuse, Mentions of War|

I was five years old when you showed up. You followed him into the kitchen with her hands shoved in the pockets of your two-sizes-too-small jacket and looked me up and down. We didn't talk much that first day, but he seemed real proud of you; like some stray he managed to bring home off the street.

By the time I was seven, Momma started setting a plate for you, too. I kept my mouth shut about it, even when you took my seat next to him and glared at me like I was gum stuck to your shoe. I really started to hate you then. You got to be his buddy, and I was stuck playing the annoying little brother.

Even if we glared each other down when he didn't notice, even if you called me a tag-along and I called you stupid, the Socs weren't nearly as scary when I had you guys in my corner. Your car was pretty tuff (even if was your dad's), and following you guys to the Drive-In or the Dingo was pretty fun, even if you hated it.

It was after the fire and the trial that I started to tolerate you better. Maybe it was the fact that two of us were gone. Not in the slammer for slashing Tim's tires, not in reform, or on vacation. Six feet underground. Dead, gone and buried just a few rows away from my parents. It was after the fire I started to realize there were only so many of us left. I wasn't ready to lose anyone else, even if they pretended to hate me and called me a tag-along, or wore too much grease in their hair.

Too much grease. Yeah, go ahead. Call me a hypocrite while you have the chance.

By the time I was sixteen, things were really starting to pick up over in Nam. But you two didn't seem scared. You two were the same boys to walk your girls home in the middle of the night, even with Socs prowling around and waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. You've fought worse guys before -- like the ones you were supposed to trust. I don't think anything coulda scared you more than what your old man did to you.

I guess I should apologize while I can. I was a stupid kid. Sorry for makin' fun of your teeth.

I was sixteen and one month when y'all shipped out. You two were so excited, we managed to forget about what was to come. You didn't look much like a soldier, even dressed in your army green, thin metal tags hanging around your neck and Evie's picture tucked in your pocket. You both looked like little kids playing in the mud. Playing war. But you were excited, thinking you finally got to make something of yourself. Like you had something to prove. You had always been his buddy, but now you would be his brother in arms.

I was seventeen when the letter came. Seventeen when he became another name in the paper. Seventeen when he became another number on their list of casualties.

Seventeen when he became another face immortalized in family photos.

I really did hate you. I hated you for coming home with him that day. I hated you for coming into my home and being accepted like a brother. I hated you for going with him instead of trying to talk him out of it.

I hated you for coming home when he didn't.

I hated seeing you stand in my doorway, haunted memories swirling around in your eyes tighter than the coils you used to work into your hair. I hated seeing you and wondering what you were even here for, if it wasn't for him.

I hated you for not bothering to show up when he buried him. I called you a coward and a million other names I dared to yell while facing my brother's name on a tombstone.

I hated you for days. Those bled into weeks, and before I knew it, months had passed since the last time you darkened our door. It wasn't until October seventh, of nineteen sixty-eight I saw you again.

I didn't bother asking what you were here for. I was there for the same reason, too.

So, I took the seat next to you and we let the silence grow overwhelming. You had never been one to apologize, even when you were drowning the memory of him in booze, but I wasn't about to force your hand. Instead, I told you about my college application. I got accepted and would move to the city in January. You kept your head down the whole time as I talk. As I get ready to say what I've been meaning to for a while, now.

Deep down, in the last few pieces of my heart, I know you loved him as much as I did. He was your best friend, your brother. He was a part of you you'd never forget, not even after years of sleepless nights and drunken fights.

It was October seventh of nineteen sixty-eight when I told you I was sorry. That I never blamed you. That I was glad you were always there, even when you said you didn't want to be.

You were the last piece of him I had, so I had to be grateful for that.

When I left for college a few months later, I didn't know what to expect. I feared the unknown as I wrestled the last of my boxes into Darry's truck and closed the door to the bedroom we'd shared for the last time.

I didn't know what to do when I caught sight of you leaning against our fence, grease glistening in your hair and hands jammed in your pockets. I didn't know what to do when you ruffled my hair the same way he used to. I didn't know what to do when you said you were proud of me.

You didn't know what to do when I flung my arms around your shoulders like I was some little kid again.

I saw the way your lips curled up into a fake sneer as you pushed me away. I saw your fingers rake through your hair, I saw the scars you vowed never to talk about.

But as I climbed into the front seat and waved goodbye to all I had ever known, I saw you smile for the first time since you shipped out.

Thanks for coming home, Steve.

[ddixons-angel]

A Great Team

Requested by Anonymous and @coralscanvas​

I hope you don’t mind that I combined these requests since there was an overlap in the prompts and I found a way to incorporate the scenes you wanted together so I hope you like it! Also, I’m sorry this took super duper long!! Please let me know what you thought on it! ^^

Prompts:  12. “Please stop poking me.” & 14. “We work great together! I’m like Batman and you’re my Robin!” & 15. “You’re being ridiculous, how hard can this be?” & 17. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that you spoke Walker!” & 19. “Nope, sorry, I don’t speak bullshit.” & 22. “I never knew I mattered this much to you.”

Pre-Season 4; Prison Era

Sarcastic and funny Reader goes on a run with Daryl; she likes to bug him and make him laugh but while on the run, she ends up hurt. 

Going on supply runs was not a new thing at the end of the world, it was a need to survive. It just proved to be more difficult as more time went by since places would be already raided. Outside your community was always dangerous, whether it be the walkers that roamed aimlessly or people who just wanted what you had. You knew this when you resided in Woodbury, and it all still proved to be true when you got to the prison after the Governor had abandoned the place. 

You had made yourself a very important part of the prison, always trying to help out either with being on watch or going on runs. You knew you didn’t have to, but you wanted to help these people. You knew they weren’t bad people just because you were on the opposite side of the battlefield, they were just protecting their home, their people; and those people also became your people. You believed that just because someone didn’t seem like a good person, didn’t always mean they weren’t a good person. That proved to be true since you had become good friends with Merle Dixon. 

As you were the librarian back in Woodbury, you had just surrounded yourself with books, mainly comics, and surprisingly, Merle would join you every once in a while since he liked your personality. Or rather, he liked how you didn’t take shit from people and never let anyone get their way with you. He’d amuse himself with conversations with you, bickering about everything and anything, but that was just harmless banter. He enjoyed your humorous remarks and sarcastic retorts to whatever he had to say.

“Oh, my brother woulda loved you,” you would always hear Merle say, and when you first met him, you told yourself that Merle was just bullshitting you. 

Daryl Dixon didn’t seem like the type of person who trusted or “loved” anyone, at least not when you first met him. He was always quiet and to himself, never looking anyone straight in the eye unless they were from his original group. You didn’t plan to try to get to know the man or even have any kind of conversation with him until you learned from Michonne what happened to Merle. He was killed by the Governor. He was your friend and he died; that hurt you more than you thought it ever would. However, you knew that whatever pain you were going through, it would never compare to how Daryl would be feeling and so you take it upon yourself to talk to him and make sure he was okay. 

At first it was hard to get Daryl to talk to you, he brushed you off, told you to leave him alone, and of course, he snapped at you when you mentioned his brother. That didn’t scare you away though, if Merle wasn’t able to scare you away, there was no chance Daryl could. You kept trying to get him to open up, using the same kinds of jokes Merle used to laugh at. You thought that since they were brothers, they would have the same humor. As it turns out, you were right. It didn’t show immediately at first, but Daryl was slowly opening up to you as you kept trying to make him laugh with silly jokes. The man barely ever smiled around you, and so the first time he did, the beautiful smile changed everything for you. 

That smile was why you were out in the woods now, walking alongside Daryl after hiding his bike away in a shroud of bushes. He wanted to go on a run alone, bring back food for the many mouths at the prison, but you weren’t having it. After spending close to everyday with Daryl, you found that you’d already fallen for him. You didn’t want him out in the woods alone no matter how well you knew that he could handle his own. 

“What the hell ‘re ya doin’...?” Daryl says as he glances at you.

“Well, if you’re not going to talk to me, I might as well make a new friend,” you say, holding up the rock you’d picked up from the ground, “meet Rocky.”

Daryl scoffs and rolls his eyes as he walks quicker. You eye him when he doesn’t respond to your joke, jogging to catch up with him again. The two of you had been walking for over twenty minutes but Daryl had barely said a word to you, not even his infamous grunts. 

“Please stop pokin’ me,” Daryl says after a few minutes; you’d been poking his arm for a a while.

“Oh, he speaks!” you say sarcastically, earning you another scoff.

“How d’ya expect us to catch anythin’ if ya keep talkin’? Scarin’ away any game.” Daryl mutters. 

“Do you really expect me to believe that that’s why you’re not talking to me?” you call him out, “we’ve caught a deer and then some and I’ve been so much louder, you too.”

“Yeah, we coulda caught more too if ya jus’ shut up,” Daryl retorts.

“What’s wrong, Daryl? Seriously,” you say, stopping in your tracks while Daryl only stops to look at you when he realizes you aren’t walking with him anymore, “Don’t think I can’t tell when something’s bothering you, now tell me.”

“Ain’ nothin’ botherin’ me, now le’s jus’ go.” Daryl says, turning around to walk again.

You sigh at this, “yeah... nope, sorry I don’t speak bullshit.”

You jog up to catch up to him again and you’re about to speak when he puts his hand up to stop you, and you don’t have to ask why. The next thing you two heard was snarling from all around you. Without a second thought, the two of you make a run for it. From the sounds of it, there were too many walkers to fight. You run for a while until Daryl deems it clear.

“Ya know...” Daryl starts, panting from all the running, “they only knew where we were... ‘cause ya kept blabbin’.”

You eye him, still panting, “oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you spoke Walker!”

“I don’t, jus’ pointin’ out the obvious,” Daryl grumbles, he then looks up at the sky, “it’s gettin’ late, should find a place to make camp.”

You sigh and nod, deciding not to fight him on the issue or who’s fault it was that you two nearly got caught in a herd of walkers. Daryl had collected wood for a fire while you tied up a string with cans as your alert system around your temporary camp. After Daryl had returned with enough wood for a small campfire, he was now trying to get it to light. However, he seemed to be having some trouble since the pile of wood did not seem to be lighting. 

“Dammit!” Daryl says in frustration, throwing the sticks he had in his hand back into the pile of wood. 

You have to stop yourself from chuckling at his reaction since you knew he was frustrated, “here, let me try.”

“Nah, ya won’t get it,” Daryl says, picking up another two sticks to try again, “ain’ as easy as it looks.”

You roll your eyes at him and take the sticks from him, “you’re being ridiculous, how hard can this be?”

Daryl huffs but lets you try to light the fire. You furrow your brows together when it doesn’t seem to be working. You pick up a bigger piece of wood and ask Daryl to help you hold it while you rub another stick on it. You break into a grin when you finally see a bit of smoke rising from the wood and then a small flame. 

“See? Wasn’t hard at all,” you say proudly, leaning back and smiling at him.

“Yeah, ya jus’ needed my help,” Daryl says, the smallest of smirks on his lips but you’re happy to see it. 

“Hmm... I guess, yeah, we do make a pretty great team.” you say, a cheeky grin on your face, “We work great together! I’m like Batman... and you’re my Robin!”

Daryl gawks at you after registering your words, and something changes in him, “you’re wrong on that...”

You notice this change in his tone, it worries you, it even scares you slightly, but you try to brush it off and joke with him like you always do, “wrong about... you being Robin?”

“Nah... ‘bout us bein’ a great team... we ain’t.” Daryl says, looking away from you.

“What?” you frown, that was not what you expected to hear at all.

“You’re too damn loud... always talkin’... makin’ everythin’ a joke, like everythin’s jus’ a big game... ya don’ take anythin’ seriously...” Daryl says, and every word is like an arrow to your heart.

“So I was what’s bothering you, is that it?” you scoff, trying to keep the tears that welled up in your eyes from falling, “well, why the hell didn’t you just say so?”

“Told ya I didn’ want ya out here...” Daryl mutters, his eyes avoiding yours. 

You let out a shaky sigh as you stare at him in disbelief. You wanted to get up and go, run away from him if he had a problem with you, but you knew you couldn’t. It was getting late, you’d already set up a camp and if you left now, Daryl would chase you down. Regardless of what he said, he’d never let you go out in the middle of the woods in the dark, that just wasn’t him. So, you just stay put. Without saying anything else, you lie down and turn so that you’re back is to him. You were upset at what he said, pissed off, but mostly hurt. He completely brushed off the fact that you two fought side by side like the perfect duo, you two were a great team, you always had each other’s backs. You’d both saved each other’s lives countless times, but apparently that didn’t matter to Daryl since all you did was joke around. 

The hurt and anger you felt for Daryl lingered until the morning and you were sure he knew it as well since neither of you said anything to each other as you packed up your things. You two walk along a road you’d found in silence, keeping an eye out for any animals or places you could search. You weren’t walking alongside Daryl though, you were a few steps ahead of him while he stayed back. He definitely sensed that you were pissed at him so he seemed to play it safe and give you some distance. 

“Hey,” Daryl calls out, making you turn around to face him.

Your face told him that you were still going to ignore him but he seems to brush it off as he gestures over to the side. You look in that direction and furrow your brows. There was a building, it looked to be a store of some sort. The two of you look at each other then go towards the building without another word. You slow your steps once you’re closer to the building, you have your gun raised and ready to fire as Daryl taps on the window to call out any walkers that were inside. 

“Seems clear,” Daryl says after a few minutes of silence. 

You nod; you were still persistent on not saying a single word to him. Daryl realizes this as well as he sighs then goes over to pull open the door to the store. This wasn’t your first run together so you knew the protocol. It was no surprise that the shelves of the store were empty and had all been ransacked by whoever had come before you. 

“Place has been wiped clean,” Daryl says as he makes his way back to you. 

You nod but then your eyes land on a door with a sign that read ‘Storage’. You walk towards it; if the store was empty, there was still a chance that the storage room might still have supplies. It was a long shot but the people who ran through here might not have thought to go through the storage room. 

“Hey, wait a second!” Daryl calls out but you had already listened to your instinct and opened the door. 

That was the wrong move. 

“Shit!” you cry out, backing up as walkers flooded out of the storage room.

You feel Daryl’s hand on your arm, pulling you away from the bloodthirsty herd as you shoot at them with your handgun. Daryl grunts as he yanks you away, making sure that you were behind him.

“C’mon! Let’s go!” Daryl shouts at you while he shoots at the herd with his crossbow, “get outta here, I’ll hold’em off!”

 “No!” you shout back, “I’m not leaving you here, we go together!”

No matter how mad or upset you were at him, you were never going to leave Daryl behind. You analyze your current situation: walkers were flooding out of the storage room and were blocking your way from the closest exit. You needed to block off the walkers so that you could make it out of the store without them following behind you. You knew where Daryl’s bike was but you needed to make your way back to it without leading the herd back. 

“The hell are ya waitin’ for?! I said go!” Daryl yells, frantic.

He’d already strapped his crossbow back on his shoulder and pulled out his knives to kill the walkers. You look at the shelves of the store and realise that they weren’t connected to the ground. You could push them. That’s how you would block the herd and get the both of you out of there. Without another word, you dash away towards one of the nearest shelves. You push the shelf towards the herd, thankfully it was light enough since it was empty. Daryl shouts at you disapprovingly when he sees that you haven’t left but once he realizes what you were doing, he rushes to the next shelf to do the same. Soon enough, you two had made a barricade of shelves between you and the walkers. 

“Pretty good idea,” Daryl says, a small smirk on his face; you assumed he was trying to win your forgiveness with compliments. 

“Of course it was, it was my idea.” you say without looking at him. 

“C’mon, let’s get outta here,” he says as he leads the way out. 

You nod with a sigh then when you’re about to turn to follow him, an arrow on the ground near the shelves catches your eye. You decide to go and pick it up since you needed all of your resources even if Daryl could make his own anytime he wanted to. Once your hand touches the arrow, you notice the shelf in front of you moving, about to tip over. You gasp in surprise and try to dash out of the falling shelf but cry out in pain when you feel a crushing pain on your ankle. You’d almost made it, but your ankle had got caught under the shelf. 

“Y/N!” you hear Daryl shout as he runs towards you. 

There was another layer of shelves between you and the walkers so that gave Daryl enough clearance to lift the shelf up so you could get free. Without speaking, he picks you up bridal style and runs out of the store with you and if you weren’t in pain from your probably broken ankle, you’d be blushing since you were in Daryl’s arms. 

The store wasn’t too far from where you and Daryl had left his bike so he was able to carry you there within the hour. You had tried to get Daryl to put you down but after his piercing glare at you, you decided to let him do what he wanted. He was angry at you, although you didn’t know why; you were the one who was hurt, afterall. 

“You want to tell me why you’re mad at me?” you ask him once he seats you on his bike. 

Daryl was crouched down, looking at your ankle to determine the damage. He doesn’t look up at you though, he doesn’t respond to your question either. You frown at him as he just completely ignores you, as if you hadn’t even spoken. 

“Hello? Earth to Daryl?” you call out, then you huff in frustration, “I’m the one who’s hurt, okay?! If anyone should be mad, it’s me! At least tell me what the hell I did-”

“I told ya to go!” Daryl snaps at you, “I told ya to leave, to get outta that damn place! But ya never listen! Ya stayed wit’ me... came up with tha’ damn plan an’ tha’s how ya got hurt!”

“If I didn’t stay... I didn’t do what I did, you would have become part of that herd!” you shout back at him. 

“Then ya let me!” he yells, his body shaking as if he’s about to break down, “ya don’t come back for me... ya don’t go outta yer way to save me... not you... I can’t lose you too...”

Your heart breaks at his words. You finally realize why he got so worked up, why he never wanted you to go on runs with him, why he seemed so cold after you hurt your ankle. He didn’t want to lose anyone else, more specifically, he didn’t want to lose you. The thought of losing you destroyed him and this was written all over his face. 

“I’m sorry...” you say, reaching out to pull him towards you, “I’m sorry... I should have been more careful.”

You let Daryl cry in your embrace. You don’t remember ever seeing him cry, not even when you tried to talk to him about Merle. You figured this was a good time to let him let out all of his emotions that had been pent up. Daryl pulls away from you after a few minutes, you thought he would be embarrassed that he had cried to you but to your surprise, he was looking into your eyes. 

“Can ya promise me somethin’?” Daryl starts, his voice soft, “can ya stop goin’ on runs?”

“Why?” you ask, although you were sure you knew the answer.

“‘Cause you’re a part o’ me I don’ wanna lose.” Daryl says.

This man just keeps on surprising you, from his actions to his words. Your heart flutters and you smile at him.

“I never knew I mattered this much to you,” you say.

You aren’t able to control yourself when you lean in to kiss his lips gently. You feel Daryl freeze momentarily at your actions and you pull away, afraid that you may have upset him with your boldness. 

“Sorry...” you whisper, “sorry I...”

“‘Ts okay,” he says with a faint smile, “‘m gonna take that as ya sayin’ yes though, to my promise.”

You chuckle then bat your eyelashes at him, “then... can I say it one more time?”

Daryl scoffs playfully, “later, we should head back, let Hershel take a look at yer ankle.”

“Okay,” you say with a smile. 

You scoot back on the bike and Daryl gets on in front of you. Although the run didn’t go as smoothly or as planned, things were even better than you imagined. You knew that Daryl would have to go on more runs in the very near future, but knowing how much you affected him now, you were sure you could convince him not go alone anymore. Either that or you could just threaten him that you’d follow him out if he ever went out alone. 

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[slythergirlimagines]

Don’t Call Me Princess Part 1- Zuko x Reader

Summary: Reader and Zuko can’t stand each other, so when they are forced to share a room, chaos ensues. Lots of angst and fluff! (GIF Not mine!! Please someone tag me in some Zuko gifs I’m struggling to find them) masterlist

  Words: 2,470              Requested: Yes. I combined the requests for enemies to lovers and bedsharing

          Don’t Call Me Princess- Part 1

  You were exhausted. The past three days had been hell for you. The Gaang had gone to try and free a village from Fire Nation occupation, but it hadn’t gone half as smoothly as you’d planned. You’d been kidnapped halfway through, but luckily you were rescued before any harm came to you. It was who rescued you that was the problem.

  Ever since he had switched sides and joined forces with Aang, Prince Zuko had been a thorn in your side. He was moody, antagonistic, and you were always fighting with him. He was so infuriating and always trying to get a rise out of you. Zuko had been the one to save you, and he hadn’t let you forget it.

   “You know if you wanted my attention Princess, you didn’t have to go and get yourself kidnapped. Coulda just said so.” He had smirked when he’d found you. You would’ve decked him if you could’ve, but of course he made sure to mess with you when you were tied up.

   “Get me out of here Zuko.” You’d demanded.

   “I don’t know... I kinda like where you are.” You hated how the look he gave you made your stomach flip. Obviously it was your body trying to vomit.

    “Get. Me. Out.” You had gritted your teeth.

   “Sure thing princess.”

   “Don’t. Call. Me. PRINCESS!” You had shrieked.

   Zuko had called you princess from the moment he joined the team. He was always degrading you like that, and it made you want to throttle him.

   You and Zuko managed to get out safely, and the Gaang freed the village. What should have been a victory for you was tainted by Zuko, who hadn’t shut up about saving you since it happened.

  Currently, you were discussing where to go from there. None of you particularly wanted to camp after this experience. It was Katara who brought up the idea of taking a break. Toph had managed to scam you guys some money, and you had just enough to afford to stay somewhere and relax for a few days.

   “Like a vacation?” Sokka asks excitedly, Toph nodding in agreement.

  “Yeah, I think it could do us all some good.” Katara says, fingers combing through her thick dark hair.

    Everyone sits digesting this idea for a while.

   “So where do we go?” Aang asks. It surprises you that Aang actually wants to take a few days off. In the beginning he had acted his age, but the longer you all had spent on the road, the more dedicated to the cause Aang had become.

  “We’re close enough to Hépíng.” Zuko says. “It’s a city of peace and relaxation. Maybe princess can avoid trouble there.”

   “Shut up Zuko!” You snap before you can control yourself. You know this is what he wants, but you can’t help it when he goads you like that.

  “I get it ok? You saved me. What do you want from me?” You cry.

   “How about some gratitude?” He snapped back. “I’m always having to save your ass from something, and all you do is sit around and pout.”

    “What?!” You demand. White hot rage flows through you. If you were a firebender you knew you’d be on fire.

    “Just last week the Sea Monster knocked you off the boat, and I had to go get you. Then a few weeks before that, you were being nice to that man who tried to take you. Had to get you out of that one. And then there was that time-“ Zuko counts on his fingers.

    “Enough!” You cut him off. He’s made you so mad that you’re shaking. “Newsflash Zuko, I didn’t need your help any of those times! I had them all handled. It’s not my fault you decide to prematurely step in!” You screech.

    “Didn’t need my help?!” He says back. His amber eyes flash defiantly, and he balls his hands into fists. “Princess, please tell me what you would have done if I hadn’t stepped in any of those times!”

    “What do you want an essay detailing my plans? I would have thought of something, you just never give me the chance!” You seethe.

    “Right. Ok, sure.” Zuko says.

   “What’s that supposed to mean?” You’re heaving now. Your fingers itch to slap him, maybe strangle him. You think that would feel really cathartic.

   “You want to know what I mean? You really want to know?” He snaps.

    So far everyone else has remained silent. They had learned early on to just let you and Zuko fight it out. If your fights were deadly against each other, you were even worse when you teamed up against one of them. Now they look uncomfortable, eyes darting between you two.

   “Guy, maybe you shouldn’t....” Aang starts.

   “No, let him say it Aang! I want to hear it.” You cross your arms and jut out your chin in defiance.

   “Guys really...”

  “Stay out of this Aang!” You both snap at the same time.

   Zuko whips his head angrily back at you, locks of raven hair falling into his eyes.

   “You know what I really think? I think you’re the most incapable person here!” Zuko snaps. “You’re always making stupid decisions that jeopardize not only yourself, but every one else on this team!”

    His words hurt a lot more than they should. You and Zuko had fought every day, but never before had he said something so cruel to you. Angry tears well up in your eyes.

   “You know what? Fine, maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m incapable and incompetent, but at least I’ve never intentionally done anything to harm this team. At least my nation isn’t destroying everything it touches, and oh yeah, at least my father isn’t behind it all!”

   You’ve never said something so cruel either. You almost regret saying it, when you see hurt flash on Zuko’s face. Your eyes linger on his scar, the brutal reminder of his monster of a father. Zuko’s face falls, but then it solidifies into an even angrier expression. He opens his mouth to say something even worse, before Aang cuts him off.

   “ENOUGH!” He yells. “All you guys do is fight and I’ve had it! You guys are so unnecessarily mean to each other it’s ridiculous! We’re a team. We only work when we’re supporting each other. What is wrong with you two?!”

   Aang’s face is red and his chest is heaving. You’ve only ever seen him so torn up once. You clench your jaw and look away as you blink back the tears.

   “We’re taking a much needed break, ok? Can’t you guys just be civil for a few days. Please?” Aang pleads.

   Neither you nor Zuko says anything, and the silence hangs heavy for several moments. It feels like another challenge to see who folds first. Finally, you decide to be the mature one since Zuko clearly won’t

  “Fine.” You say. “I’ll be civil. As long as he says the hell away from me!” You stand up and stomp off to the furthest corner of Appa’s saddle.

  “Couldn’t agree more.” You hear him snark back.

   You hear Aang heave a long sigh, and Katara mutter something to him. Slowly, they resume a conversation about travel plans while you sit and mope.

   Zuko somehow always knew your biggest insecurities, and knew exactly how to strike at them. You had always felt like a burden to the team. You weren’t a bender, and truthfully you weren’t a skilled fighter either. You didn’t really know why they kept you around, and it haunted you enough without Zuko reminding you every five seconds.

   Subtly, you turn your head and watch the team interact. Even Zuko had rejoined the conversation. They were fine without you, you noted sadly. Maybe Zuko was right.

           ——————————————-

   Hépíng is a gorgeous city. It lives up to its reputation of peace. The city is flooded with tourists, and it makes it easier for you all to blend in. Zuko is vaguely familiar with this place, and leads you to the strip of land where all of the Inns are.

    Sokka and you are the least recognizable of the group, so you briefly play rock, paper, scissors to determine who has to go book your rooms. You know Sokka always picks rock, so you go with paper. Sokka grumbles all the way into the Inn.

   It takes him what feels like hours to come back out. He looks grim, and you feel your heart drop. You had just gotten excited about having a break from Zuko, you didn’t want to have to jump right back into saving the world.  

   “Ok so here’s the thing.” Sokka says, “I got us rooms, but there can only be two people in a room. So we’re going to have to split up.”

   “Ok so what?” You ask, shrugging. You didn’t get why this was such a big deal.

   “Because one of us is going to be unfortunate enough to share a room with you.” Zuko says, rolling his eyes. “Princess.” He narrows his amber eyes and smirks. 

  “That’s it!”

   You’re about to start throwing punches when Sokka ends it.

   “You know what?” He says. “I’ve made up my mind. Aang and I will share, and Katara and Toph will share. You two” he says pointing between you and Zuko, “are going to work out your problems. Now is the perfect time to do it.”

   You can feel the color draining from your face.

   “What?” Zuko asks at the same time you give an emphatic “No!”

   “Does anyone object to that arrangement?” Sokka asks.

   You and Zuko both raise your hands, but nobody else does.

   “Come on guys it’ll be good for you.” Katara says. “You all have never gotten to properly bond, and the fighting has got to stop.”

   “This is absolutely ridiculous!” You say, stamping your foot.

    “You think you got the bad deal, Princess?” Zuko huffs. “If you’re so miserable go sleep on Appa.”

     “Shut the fu-“

    “Alright!” Sokka says, slapping his hands over Aang’s ears. “Let’s go find our rooms.”

          ——————————————-

   The inn is nice and cozy inside, with a warm fire in the fire place. You used to love fire before you associated it with Zuko. Of course he had to ruin that for you.

   Sokka leads you past the tavern, and into a back hallway with five rooms. Katara and Toph take the first one. You manage to get a peek of the inside, a spacious room with two beds and what appeared to be a chair and tables. The room next to their is occupied, so Sokka leads you and Zuko to the end of the hall.

    “Our room is across from yours.” Sokka says, handing Zuko the key to your room. “Please don’t get us kicked out of here. We all need this.”

   “This was your brilliant idea, chief.” You snark at him, flipping your hair over your shoulder. “Any casualties are on you.”

     Zuko snatches the key and nods his agreement.

    “You’ve brought this on yourself, buddy.” Zuko says.

    Sokka slumps against the door frame as Aang throws open the door to their room.

   “Sokka look! These beds are great for jumping!” Aang says, using his bending to propel himself higher.

    Sokka’s face falls even further.

   “Gotta go.” He says, and slams the door behind him.

     You and Zuko are left standing in the hallway in tense silence.

    “Well? Aren’t you going to let us in?” You huff.

   Zuko rolls his eyes but unlocks the door. You purposely knock into his shoulder as you enter the room, causing him to stumble. You smile vindictively to yourself as you walk inside until you notice something’s wrong.

    “Um Zuko?” You say slowly. “Now is the only time I’ll tolerate you calling me dense. Am I hallucinating?” You say taking in the room.

     Zuko stiffens beside you as he also examines the room.

    “I really, really wish I could say yes.” He says.

    There’s a notable difference between your room and the others’ rooms. Where they had two beds, you only have one large bed.

    It takes a moment for either one of you to say something. Your horror is reflected on Zuko’s face as you turn to look at each other.

   “Sokka!” You yell, going over to pound on his door.

    “Sokka open up right now or Zuko is going to fry your ass!” You yell.

    “I’ll do it, Sokka.” Zuko threatens. It sounds more dangerous coming out of his mouth than yours.

    A bleary-eyed Sokka pushes open the door.

    “What are you guys-“ but before he can finish his sentence, you and Zuko are hauling him to your room to show him the offending bed.

    “Oh.” He says when he sees the bed. “They didn’t tell me that.”

    “You and Aang have to switch us!” You beg. “We can’t do it Sokka. You’re asking way too much.”

   “Yeah what kind of vacation is this?” Zuko demands. “Just let us switch rooms, we’ll get over sharing if we have our own beds.”

    “Yeah! You won’t hear a peep out of us the rest of the week.” You add on.

    Sokka shakes his head.

   “Nuh uh. No way. You’re just going to have to deal with it. Share it, sleep on the floor, I don’t really care. I don’t want to hear from either of you for the rest of the day.” He says. He turns to leave and then stops. 

   “How about we make a deal?” Sokka says turning completely back around.

   “Anything!” You beg. 

   “Sokka please man.” Zuko says.

   A huge grin splits Sokka’s face nearly in two. You don’t like the expression on his face one bit.

  “Aang and I will switch you rooms, if you can go the first three days without fighting.” You open your mouth to protest, before Sokka shushes you. “Not one fight. You’re going to spend three days together. You are going to work out your issues, and then, if you manage to do that, Aang and I will switch for the remainder of our vacation. Can you do that?”

  You make eye contact with Zuko, and try to read his expression. Sokka is asking for a lot. Three whole days of dealing with Zuko just to have four days of your own bed. Zuko’s eyes narrow at the challenge, and you find yourself mirroring him,

  “Deal.”

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[micer2012]

no cure is coming, you know (LLSMP Fic)

A few months into Last Life, Skizz and Tango are some of the only members to still hold onto their humanity. With Tango the only member on dark green and Skizz on yellow, Skizz is cursed as the Boogeyman at the beginning of their session. He knows that without hesitation, without question Tango will give one of lives to him… and that’s exactly the problem. [3k words] [crossposted on ao3]

just trust in me, my dear… no cure is coming near.

“Skizz! Countdown time!”

Skizz heard Tango’s voice coming from one of the top layers of their castle, their home. He put down the axe he had been using and ran inside the castle, shutting the door behind him.

“Boogey time?” Skizz called. “Boogey time, my brother!” Tango responded, barreling down the stairs to meet Skizz.

And right on cue, as the moon hit the highest point in the sky, the countdown began in their heads. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…

Silence filled their home.

“Nothing. You good?” “Yeah! Yeah, ob-viously. What, were you worried?”

Tango laughed. “I- I mean a little. I gotta be worried a little. There’s what.. 5 non-reds left?”

“And MY teammate is the only one who’s still on dark green.” Skizz boasted, hand on his chest.

Tango punched him playfully, snickering. “Don’t get so high and mighty! I went from.. What, 11 lives? Down to a measly 4.” “That’s only because you were such a good sport about it, Tango Tops. You coulda kept those for yourself, y’know. Been the schamaze of all time.”

“Ha!. Suppose it would have been. But- but I bet we’d have FAR more enemies. It would not have been a good idea to be on that many people’s bad sides that early…” “I coulda took em.”

Tango laughed again. “Y’think? Etho and Bdubs? Cleo?” “I coulda took em. If they were trying to hurt my best friend.”

Tango smiled sadly at him, before looking down. “I wouldn’t want you to lose any more of your own lives because of My theoretical jerk move.” Skizz just looked at his friend, before sitting down on the floor, gesturing wildly with his hands. “Well, Theoretically, I wouldn’t lose any lives then! I’d just do a super good job, and kill them down to 0.” Tango let out another laugh. “Says the guy who lost his life to a mob!”

Skizz pointed his finger accusatory at Tango, still criss-cross applesauce on the ground. “Hey, it wasn’t a ’’’mob’’’ it was a BABY ZOMBIE. You KNOW how much I hate those Lil’ annoying kids! Those- Those are more dangerous than most of the people on this server. THEY are the ones with the bloodlust, I’m tellin you.”

Tango laughed again. “Heh, suppose you’re right. At least it wasn’t an enderman, right?” Skizz narrowed his eyes. Yellow, but the sclera were still tinted purple from the… events of the previous season. “Tango Tops, if I had lost my first life to an enderman AGAIN, I think I would have just quit the server.” Tango snickered. “True that! True that. Alright, I’m gonna go back to my scouting.” Skizz pushed himself up from the floor. “Of course! I’ll be.. I think I might go caving.” Tango turned back to meet his eyes. “W… Will you be far from the base?”

Skizz paused, and then shook his head, hands up. “No, no! Just like, tunneling nearby. I won’t.. I’m not leaving our base, I’m not leaving you here with the.. With those Swarms.”

Tango nodded. “Of course, of course just.. Just checking. Are.. Are you sure you want to go out alone? The boogeyman just got chosen and- and you’re… one of the 4 victi-”

“Hey, don’t you talk like that. You’re a much higher target than me, and you Know I can take care of myself, right?” Tango looked to him, then looked away. “I’m just.. On- on second thought, you’re sure you don’t want me to come? We can go mining together, better- better to have eachother’s backs.” “Then the castle will be unprotected.” “I don’t care. Better it get raided than us.” “No, this- this is our Last bastion. We CAN’T let this fall, then.. Then we’d have nothin’, Tops!”

Tango’s eyes were soft when he looked back up at Skizz. “If I lose you, then I’ll have nothing.”

Skizz was taken aback. He froze for a few moments, before walking over and putting his black-stained hands onto Tango’s shoulders. “Hey, d-don’t talk like that. I’m not going anywhere! F-FIRST sign of danger, I’m calling you and running back home. Okay, buddy?” Tango nodded. “Yeah.. Yeah. Okay. Be-be careful.” Skizz patted his shoulders, before walking out to leave the base. “Of course, Tops! Nothing bad’s ever gonna happen to your buddy Skizz.”

❤❤❤

You are the boogeyman. You must by any means necessary kill a green or yellow name by direct action to be cured of the curse. If you fail, next session you will become a red name. All loyalties and friendships are removed when you are the boogeyman.

Skizz looked down at the message sent to him on his communicator, hands shaking so much it was hard to read the screen.

But he didn’t need to read the screen, he had heard the message beamed loud and clear into his own head. He- He had lied and Tango had believed it. Tango would believe anything he said. He knew that- He- He knew the second he told Tango he was the boogeyman, his friend would immediately let him take one of his lives and free Skizz from the curse. He probably wouldn’t even be mad that Skizz had lied to him earlier.

Skizz had dug himself a hole in the wall of one of the mountains near their base, 10 deep and covered up. He paced the 3x2 room he had made now, this tomb, ranting to himself. He needed to get his thoughts out SOME way.

“Ok. So.So I-I’ve gotta get SOMEONE. A green or y.. Oh, this WHOLE time too I thought killing one of the reds would be fine- THAT would be too easy huh?? We’ve got HOARDS and hoards of hostile reds trying to hunt us down every moment, targeting us like mobs- but NOO. Nooo, it’s gotta be one of the people who’ve still got humanity, huh? Cruel. CRUEL trick to play on Skizz.”

Hand on his head, he scrolled through the list of names on the communicator. He and Cleo were on yellow, BigB and Lizzie were on green… Tango was on dark green. He scrolled back down, cutting off Tango’s name. No. No, that was off the table.

“T..Tango Tops has got the best chance of winning right now out of all of us. Even- not just Life wise, but he’s sharp. Tango’s a sharp cookie. Right now, he’s got the best shot of winning.”

He kept looking at his communicator, before shoving it back into his pocket and groaning, hand on his face. “GAAAGHH, WHY DOES IT GOTTA BE A GREEN OR YELLOW?? L--Lizzie and BigB and Cleo, they’re still up this long because they’re Set up. They’ve Got an alliance, they- they’re untouchable to the reds. I surely won’t be able to be touching them!! ‘Specially without Tango’s help!!” He gripped his face, growling again, before punching the cobblestone wall to the side of him. “And-And I CAN’T tell Tango this. I’m not bringing him into some.. Into some yellow and green fistfight. He’s gotta stay safe, he’s the biggest target on the server.” Skizz was breathing heavily, adrenaline that had been building up leaving as his hand stood in place in the small crater he had made in the wall. “He..He’s gotta stay safe. He’s got the biggest chance of surviving out of everyone. I..” Skizz withdrew his fist, balling it up and rubbing it with his other hand. It hurt. “I can’t do that to him. I’m not gonna be the one who hinders my buddy’s chance.”

The adrenaline gone, Skizz just stood in his little 2x3 box, the chill of what he had to do running up his spine. He kept running his hand over his other hand. “I...I can’t do that to him.”

❤❤❤

He had memories of being reckless and running into battle. Of- Of the loyalty to his friends and the stab of betrayal overcoming his senses, along.. Along with the drive to kill. The drive to dig his sword through Impulse’s heart, through Grian’s, through Tango’s, it.. It was the worst feeling he had ever felt in his life, and it had completely enveloped him.

He remembered Ren crying out, asking him what he was doing. He had convinced himself he was doing it for their benefit, right? Skizz had screamed, as he ran towards the castle, he was doing it for the Red Army. For the only people who defended him. For the only people who gave him a chance. And that chance he had immediately squandered, leaving the Red Army with 1 man less the coming week and.. And leading to Skizz having to watch his friends run into a battle that all of them knew they weren’t going to be coming out of. Skizz had known that when he surged the Crastle too. This was a death game, only one person could make it out alive, and they were all resigned that they were not gonna be that lucky winner.

Skizz ran his hand over the scars around his mouth. Vertical slits where his face had torn itself open, enderman hostility Not mixing well with his human anatomy. His arms were stained black too, not that he had noticed, taken how often they had been stained with blood.

A voice that sounded like his own was talking in the back of his head, reminding him that He was the boogeyman, and reminding him of what he needed to do. Like he could forget.

❤❤❤

Tango was holding his hand, and the two of them were bolting. A swarm of reds, what used to be the southlanders, was chasing them, and their base was already compromised. There were only a few minutes left of this session, if- if the two of them could just get to safety-

“HERE! TANGO, FOLLOW ME!” Skizz let go of Tango’s hand and started digging into the wall, into the cobblestone he had used to patch up his Vent Hole from earlier today. Tango followed after him, panting, as they dug their way into the wall and closed the opening behind them.

“Th...D’ya think we’re safe here?” Tango managed between breaths. Skizz was breathing heavily too, holding his chest. It sounded like the man was about to pass out, whole body leaning onto the cave wall. “Skizz.. Woah, Skizz buddy, take some breaths. The sessions almost over I- I think we’re good.”

When Tango went to go put his hand onto Skizz’s shoulders, he jolted back, chest still heaving.

“Th.. The sessions almost over?” The words sounded incredibly pained.

“Y-Yeah. Few minutes til midnight.” “Few minutes til midnight…” Skizz stuck on the words, and then slumped down against the wall, falling into a sitting position. He was still holding his chest.

“I don’t think anyone’s been killed by the boogeyman yet, right? All the deaths have been red.”

Skizz, still slumped over, did not react to this news.

“...This’ll be the first week where the killer fails, if something doesn’t happen in the next minute..”

A pained sob was expelled from Skizz, shaking his entire body.

“S-Woah, Skizz? Are you- did you get hit? I have regen potions, are- what’s wrong?”

Skizz was shaking now, trying to not make noise as the tears ran down his face. He was failing.

“Talk to me man, use your words. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.” Tango was kneeling next to him, also on the floor now.

The tears hurt Skizz as they surged down his face.. A kind of singing burn, like his cheeks were being branded. It had been happening ever since 3rd Life ended, a side effect of the whole enderman thing. It was excruciatingly painful when he was crying big, painful, tears like now, but not as painful as his mind was. Not as painful as knowing what he had to do was.

He could hear the countdown in his own mind. Second by second it ticked by, and the letters filled his brain and his vision with large red text. It was screaming at him. He was screaming back at it, desperately trying to get it to shut up. There were other voices in his mind too, screaming and crying and tugging at him. He can’t do this, He has to do this, Why won’t he get it over with and do it already? He’s learned nothing from last season, keeping this in is just gonna make this more painful for both of them, he deserves all this pain for what he put Tango through.

He was gripping himself with both his arms now, shaking. All of his senses were screaming that he had T-60 seconds left to kill a green or yellow name.

“I.. I-” Skizz managed, voice cracking. “Yes?” “I feel like I’m gonna throw up.”

“Oh!” Tango moved away from his best friend slightly. “Uh, Here, I have a bucket. Let me pour out the water.. Here. Here you go, buddy.”

Skizz was holding the bucket now. His darkstained hands were holding on so tight, it looked like the steel might crack. Not just his hands now, it looked.. It looked like his entire arms were turning black in a veinlike pattern. Tango couldn’t see his face.

Skizz kept hold on the bucket. T-50 seconds left. He had to get on with it.

Skizz slowly moved his hands to the buckles of his chestplate, and started undoing them.

“Wh- What are you doing? Are you hot?”

Skizz pulled the chestplate over his head, and set it aside. “I-I uh Drats I just. Poured out the water. Um, I’ve got.. potio-”

“Tango. Look at me.”

Tango turned back and focused his eyes on his friend. The tears were still running down his face leaving burnmarks on his cheeks, his eyes were still covered, his.. His chestplate was off. The blackness in his veins ran across all the space his skin was visible and.. and he was shaking like an egg about to crack.

T-40. “You- you remember what you said about the boogeyman not killing yet, right?” His voice was shaky, like the words hurt to get out.

Tango’s face was frozen, and then dropped.

“Skizz.. No. NO.”

Skizz’s grip on the bucket got tighter. T-35.

“Skizz I- Skizz, you KNOW if you had just told me I would help you get a kill ri- Ok.Ok, No I’m not mad. There’s no time to get mad, I’m not mad at you, I’m just.. Skizz, you know this isn’t going to break our alliance, right? I’ve told you countless times, I trust you.”

Skizz convulsed like he was trying to hold in another sob, eyes still not meeting Tango’s.

“I’m… I’m not mad. I’ve got 4 lives left, I in no way think less of you. This was inevitable.”

T-25. “Here.” Tango took Skizz’s hands, cold and limp in his grip, and placed his Netherite Sword into his hands. They had only had enough to make a sword for Tango- of course, Skizz had found the Netherite first, but insisted it was used on his buddy.

“Do what needs to be done. I won’t think any less of you.”

Tango spread his arms out now, crouched in front of Skizz.

15.

Do what needs to be done. Skizz..Skizz needs to do what needs to be done, alright. It didn’t make it hurt any less, knowing this was what he had to do. It didn’t make him any less scared.

10.

This was the worst case scenario. Tango had the greatest chance out of all of them of living.

8.

Skizz certainly had no chance. And he didn’t want to drag his only friend, his brother down with him. Like he had dragged the Red Army with his own selfishness.

5.

Tango had the best chance of winning out of all of them.

4.

His hands were shaky as he moved the sword into the correct position, inches from his heart.

3.

You are the boogeyman. You must by any means necessary kill a green or yellow name by direct action to be cured of the curse. If you fail, next session you will become a red name. All loyalties and friendships are removed when you are the boogeyman.

2.

Skizz was scared.

1.

“DO IT ALREADY!” Tango yelled, arms thrown out and eyes squeezed shut.

Skizz drove the blade through his chest, piercing his heart.

Piercing his heart.

“Wh-” Tango opened his eyes, and screamed. That scream was the last thing Skizz heard before his vision went black.

“N-NO WHAT- WH NO.NONO” Tango was holding his body. “NO, N- I’VE GOT HEALING ITEMS. I’VE GOT POTIONS, OKAY? ST-STAY IN THERE BUDDY-”

Tango was frantically shifting through his inventory, holding Skizz’s corpse in his other hand.

The second his hands found his way upon an apple, lightning was heard outside the cave.

It pierced through everyone’s hearts, a shot in the air heard serverwide.

When Tango looked back to the body it was gone, the only sign left of his brother being a pile of still items.

“No. N-No. No, I- I was at gr.. No, No h..this. This has to be a dream, th- this has to be a nightmare I- I can’t.. I, I can’t……………” Tango’s voice trailed off into incomprehensible quiet sobbing. He was curled up in a pile around the items, holding close the only remainder of his friend. The only thing that he had left period, since the castle had been taken… But he would have took a thousand structures falling to keep his friend. He… He would have done anything to keep his friend. Both Skizz and him knew that.

❤❤❤

Skizz had respawned in the spruce forest. He was leaning against a tree, still weak on his feet. There was a hole in the middle of his chest, and it hadn’t stopped bleeding.

The reds weren’t gonna hurt him now, he had become one of them. A murderer, just like them.

The curse needed a green or a yellow’s life taken to be broken, and he sure had a spare yellow life.

He wasn’t gonna let his own incompetence, his own selfishness doom the fate of his friend again. Tango had the best chance of winning, and he needed to keep all 4 of those lives.

As-as a red he could help too, right? Pick off any other reds that make claims on his friend. Of.. Of course, he couldn’t speak to his friend anymore. He couldn’t see him. He couldn’t even get his stuff.

It was better this way. Tango had the greatest chance of winning, and he was only going to hinder that chance.

He took his communicator out of his pocket, hands still shaking. They were covered in red now, and the communicator’s screen was splattered with red as well.

Skizzleman was killed by Skizzleman using [YOU BET YOUR LIFE]

LDShadowLady> …

Grian> WHAT

SolidarityGaming> ?????

Skizz looked down at the screen.

Tango hadn’t typed anything.

He put the communicator back into his pocket.

This session was ending now. And the next session might be his last. But he didn’t care, his own life didn’t matter, as long as he used his corpse to lift his brother to the win.

He had learned from season 1, hadn’t he?

[turtle-steverogers]

first kiss on bucky's 17th birthday

Bucky started it but it was an accident, and steve just kissed him back

OKAY SO this totally inspired me but i changed up the thought a bit and it ended up being bucky's 21 birthday adkjflaksdjflaksjflk

anyway here's a fic

warnings: alcohol consumption, a very brief allusion to child abuse-- nothing graphic or detailed

Lips Lined with Whiskey

The bottle feels weighted in Steve’s hands, wrapped in newspaper and secured with old twine he’d found in his ma’s closet, her things still as untouched as the day she’d left for the hospital. He’d been reluctant to meddle with the space, but two years since her passing meant it was about time Steve ought to be using some of the practical things she’d kept around, if only to not let it go to waste. Crumple in the back of her closet and turn to dust, cursed to slip through Steve’s fingers like the rest of her.

Besides, he thinks she’d approve of the way he’d artfully tied the twine around the neck of the bottle, painted dark green and lending the illusion of vines drifting down over a small picnic scene he’d painted on the newspaper. She’d always been one for artfully crafted gifts and he knows she would have wanted this for Bucky, too. Because it’s not every day your best pal turns 21, and steve had paid a pretty penny-- an entire two weeks savings-- to get Mrs. McConnell down the hall to buy this bottle of Gilbey’s.

He rounds the corner onto their street in Brooklyn Heights, feet and back aching from a full day of work and his detour afterwards to pick up the whiskey and wrap it. The straps on his back brace are finicky, but he really should start wearing it again. Maybe he’ll ask Bucky to take a look at them when it’s not his birthday.

It stunk that he couldn’t spend the whole day with Bucky on his 21st, but he hadn’t been able to get the day off. Either way, Bucky had gone out with a few of their pals from school, then to a bar with a couple of his work friends, so Steve’s sufficiently convinced he wasn’t lonely. He takes the stairs, going slow so his back doesn’t protest much further, and tries to gear himself up for a night of drinking. It’s not like they hadn’t gotten drunk together before, but there was something inherently thrilling about doing it for an occasion, and not because Bucky was able to jack some of his father’s liquor on one of their weekly dinners home.

Bucky is back from his celebrations when Steve gets through the door and he looks up at Steve, midway through pulling off his tie. The top few buttons of his shirt are undone and his belt is hanging out of the loops of his trousers. His hair sticks up in disarray where it was evidently pulled at and Steve’s gaze immediately finds the hickey on his collarbone.

Smirking, he says, “Looks like you had a happy birthday.”

Bucky laughs, full and bright, and it’s enough to make Steve’s stomach flip. He’s grown used to breathing through these moments of desire and spares a moment to thank god that he isn’t the jealous type. He’d much rather let his heart soar with Bucky’s laugh than let it sink at the sight of a hickey. Who wouldn’t want a piece of Bucky Barnes? Besides, it’s not like Steve hasn’t sucked dick in the bathrooms of the local queer bars Bucky doesn’t know he goes to, so it’s only fair he grants Bucky the same benefit.

“It was fine,” Bucky says, still grinning. He’s shed his tie completely now and is in the process of shucking off his trousers, hanging that and his shirt on the back of his desk chair. Only in his undergarments now, he slumps down on the edge of his bed and it’s then that Steve notices he’s drunk already. Of course he is. Why hadn't Steve considered that? Oh well, he can catch up, or something. “Got three shots in with the guys, then Lizzy Williams was yanking me out the back door. Gave me an epic suckjob. Think I still got lipstick on my dick.”

Steve’s eyebrows climb up. “Lizzy Williams? From high school?”

“Yup,” Bucky says, slumping back on his bed. He’s half hard in his shorts and his skin is flushed with intoxication. It’s nothing Steve hasn’t seen before, but god, he wants to touch him. He wants to take him out of his shorts and take him deeper than Lizzy Williams had, suck right past that lipstick stain. His own dick twitches and he clenches his jaw, looking away. “She was there with some of her girlfriends, I don’t really remember.”

Steve smiles and sets the bottle gently on their table, working to shed his own clothes.

“Well it sounds like you had a lot of fun,” he says, stripping down to his own shorts and socks.

Bucky hums. “Still wish you coulda come, though.”

Steve’s chest pangs. It’s moments like these where he has to reconcile the fact that Bucky still makes him feel special-- that he could have chosen any best friend out there, and he chose him.

“Me too,” he says. He picks back up the bottle and goes to sit on Bucky’s bed, wincing as his spine creaks when he sits. “But we can celebrate together now. Sit your ass up, I got you a present.”

“Oh, darling, you shouldn’t have,” Bucky teases. It feels like a punch to the gut.

Steve pinches his thigh. “Come on, you lug.”

“Alright, alright.” Bucky sits up, swaying a little until his bicep is flush with Steve’s. “Whatcha got for me?”

“Happy birthday!” Steve exclaims, handing Bucky the bottle.

Bucky takes it, eyebrows quirking up, before his expression morphs into wonder, then something distinctively softer as he takes in the painting. He runs his thumb over the scene, stopping on the two little boys in the picture-- one blond, one brunet. With them is a woman with brown curls and a younger girl with chestnut hair and a pretty pink dress.

“That was my seventh birthday,” he murmurs.

Steve nods. “First one I spent with you.”

Mrs. Barnes had taken them for a picnic in Prospect Park. It had been the first birthday celebration Steve had been invited to and felt like he actually belonged. They’d shared a whole loaf of bread and cheese and tossed grapes into each other’s mouths, making a competition over who could catch the most.

Bucky looks up at Steve, eyes swimming. He’s always been an emotional drunk.

“Stevie, this is--” he shakes his head, wiping clumsily at an eye as he reaches out to pull Steve into a one armed up. Steve goes willingly, face smashing against his shoulder. The angle hurts his lower back, but he stays put and hugs Bucky back. “God, you’re so talented and just-- such a good pal. You’re my best pal ever.”

He presses a sloppy kiss to the top of Steve’s head and Steve laughs, blushing hard and trying to ignore that. He reasons that Bucky’s just extremely affectionate.

“That ain’t even your real present,” he says, gesturing to the package.

“May as well be,” Bucky mumbles, then shoves the bottle back into Steve’s hand. “You open it. I don’t trust myself not to mess up the painting.”

“Sure,” Steve says, and carefully undoes the twine, worried about breaking that, too. He lays the bottle across his lap and eases the newspaper off, making sure to smooth it out afterwards so the painting is more visible. Bucky takes it and sets it on his bedside table.

“I’ll hang that later,” he says, probably to himself. Steve passes him the bottle.

“Happy birthday,” he says again, and Bucky groans, taking it.

“Aw, hell, this is the good stuff,” he bemoans. “Fuck, if I’d known we were gonna have this, I wouldn’t have gotten proper drunk. Shit, how much did that cost you?”

“Don’t matter,” Steve says, eyes twinkling. He’s glad Bucky likes it, even if he’s got a funny way of saying so.

Bucky glares at the bottle, then determinately pops the cap. He wafts it and pulls a face. Steve can smell it from where he’s sitting. It’s really strong stuff, apparently.

“Fuck it,” Bucky says and stands to get two glasses. “I’m having one shot, then you’re catching up and hiding the bottle. Got it?”

Steve nods, mock saluting. “Got it.”

Bucky salutes back with a glass in hand, then motions for Steve to hand him the bottle. He pours them each two fingers of whiskey. Steve takes the glass closest to him, then holds it up.

“Cheers,” he says. “To you being officially an old man.”

Bucky grins. “You’ll get there soon, kid.”

“Oh, shut up,” Steve says, because he’ll be twenty in four months and he really isn’t that much younger than Bucky.

They grin at each other, then take the shots, hissing as it burns their throats. Steve feels it settle in his chest, somewhere in his sternum, and he grins. It won’t take much for him to be where Bucky is.

“Shit, that’s good,” Bucky says, dazed eyes wide and serious.

Steve snorts and takes the bottle, pouring himself another two fingers. “And you’re not having anymore tonight,” he says, and downs the next shot.

A half hour later, they’re laying on Bucky’s bed, staring at the ceiling. It’s spinning and Steve tries to follow it with his eyes, which just makes him more dizzy. Idly, he clacks his teeth together. They’re tingling.

“I’m so drunk,” he says, needlessly.

“Mmm, me too,” Bucky hums.

Steve lolls his head to look at him, studying his profile-- his strong jaw and sweaty hair that’s too long and curling behind his ear. His hand seems to move on autopilot as he reaches out to tug at a curl. Bucky looks at him and smiles.

“Was she good?” Steve finds himself asking. At Bucky’s confused expression, he elaborates. “Lizzy Williams. Was she good at sucking you off?”

Bucky shrugs. “She was fine. Why? You want her to suck you?”

Steve shakes his head, fingers still playing with the hair behind Bucky’s ear. He chocks it up to inebriation that Bucky isn’t pushing him away.

“Nah, not my thing,” he says, before he can think about it.

Bucky frowns. “What is your thing then?”

Steve shrugs. “Rather be the one sucking than being sucked.”

Bucky’s eyes widen and it’s then that Steve realizes what he’s saying-- what he’s telling Bucky while his hands are on his skin, while they’re close to each other in nothing but their boxers. Close. In the same bed.

He freezes, eyes going wide as well.

“Shit, Buck, I-- forget I said that. Dunno why I told you that,” he says, voice slurring as he pulls away. He starts to sit up, heart slamming in his chest. Stupid. He’s stupid. Why did he tell Bucky that? “Fuck, sorry, I’ll just--”

He’s halfway off the bed when he feels a hand close around his wrist. He stops moving, his breathing loud in the quiet space. He doesn’t dare look at Bucky.

“Steve,” Bucky says, and he sounds more sober than he did two minutes ago. “Do you mean that?”

Steve grits his teeth and doesn’t say anything.

“Steve,” Bucky says again, more imploring. “Are you-- is this-- you’re queer?”

“Is that a problem?” Steve snaps, even though he knows he is. He knows it’s wrong, and that his father was right-- he really is some little fairy.

But then he’s being gently pulled back, turned around, and when Bucky tugs him to sit back on the bed, there’s no vitriol in his gaze. Steve looks at him through a wall of unshed tears and prays that there’s no catch. That he’s not about to be hit. He never wanted to be hit by a drunk man again.

Bucky shakes his head and reaches up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing away a tear that’s fallen. “Breathe,” he murmurs, and Steve realizes his chest is tight. He pulls in a desperate breath. “How long have you known?”

How long has he-- oh.

“My whole damn life,” he whispers.

Bucky nods. “Me too,” he whispers back and Steve gasps, hand flying up to cover the hand on his cheek.

“Buck?”

“Wasn’t sure, but then I laid my eyes on you and I knew. I knew.”

And Steve’s world feels like it’s screeching to a halt, ears ringing as he latches onto Bucky’s gaze.

“Me? But, Buck you-- all those girls and--”

Bucky shrugs and he looks nervous now, dropping his hand to his lap. “I like girls, too. That wasn’t a lie or-- or a cover. I just-- I like both? Fellas and girls and-- mostly you. Just… never knew how to, you know. Or if it was even safe and sometimes you’d look at me a certain way and think maybe, but… but then I always thought it was my imagination.” He huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “Even now, I’m jumping to assumptions you’re queer for me. It’s dumb.”

I’m too drunk for this, Steve thinks vaguely.

“Not dumb,” Steve mumbles, reaching out for Bucky’s hand. “Had eyes for you before I even knew what it meant to notice someone.”

Bucky swallows, lifting his gaze. There’s a weight between them that feels terrifying and whole. Steve revels in it, leans into the feeling, and laces their fingers together.

“I want to kiss you,” Bucky says.

“I want that, too,” Steve breathes, then shakes his head. “But not-- we’re drunk. I don’t want to while we’re drunk.”

Bucky’s face falls for a moment, but he nods. “Can I hold you then?”

Steve answers by moving into Bucky’s lap, straddling him in a way that could be heated, but turns soft and sweet the moment Bucky cups the back of his head and carefully kisses his cheek-- unassuming. Not a sealed deal yet. And when they fall asleep, the alcohol pulling them under an indiscernible amount of time later, Steve feels warm where their chests meet.

-

When he wakes, the first thing Steve notices is that he’s hungover, cotton on his tongue and head steadily throbbing. The second thing he notices is that he’s in Bucky’s bed and there’s a weight behind him-- warm and heavy-- and oh fuck. Oh fuck.

The night before comes flooding back. The whiskey, the talk of Lizzy Williams and suck jobs, the admissions that Steve remembers clearly despite the alcohol. He scrambles to turn around, terrified for a moment that he was remembering it wrong and Bucky will be gone, or change his mind or--

Fingers catch under his chin, a thumb smoothing back to soothe his jaw. He sucks in a breath instinctively and looks up at Bucky, who is already awake, propped on an elbow and looking down at him.

“You sober?” he asks, an easy smile on his face. Steve can see the tightness of his eyes, though. The fear.

He nods, words evading him.

Bucky thumbs over his lip. “May I?”

With all the willpower he can muster, Steve manages to breathe, “Yes.”

And then they’re kissing, a quiet fanfare that turns into flickering sparks as they sink into each other. It’s nothing like Steve imagined and everything he thought heaven would be. Warm and whole and utterly safe.

He reaches up to cup Bucky’s jaw in turn and moves to lay over him, bearing down with his heart and soul as the kiss deepens. Unknowns fill the space around them, but as Bucky’s arms wind around his back, pulling him close, he knows it will be okay. They’ll be okay.

Tilting his head, Steve takes a step off the edge, knowing Bucky will take the freefall with him.

-

thanks for reading y'all!

[snarkwrites]

i think this is the last ✨thot✨ that has been on my mind [ for right now😏 ]

but again, you can pick whoever you want for this because i loved the last one [ and really hoped you did too ] so name/initial necklaces or anklets on their partner, getting see the necklace sit against their bruised neck or bounce with their thrusts. getting to watch anklet move as they fuck them👏👏 perfection - ❤️

Oh.My.God… First of all, the mental imagery I also got when I read this ask, holy fuck. I love you for this. Bless you ten thousand and one million times for this lovely thot evoking thought of yours, angel!

I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS. TOO MUCH FUN.

I hope you’re well and I humbly apologize that it’s been a slow trickle in me, getting these answered. I hope that my answers are making up for that! Also, you’re an inspiration to me. I truly mean this. I am blessed with each thot you send me and as always, I welcome more!!

ALSO.. I really, really, really hope it's okay I chose to go with Shane from TWD and that I did justice to what you sent me? It took forever for me to choose, so many different characters came to mind when I read this ask...

WARNINGS:

18+ ONLY. ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS ALLOWED HERE. I cannot stress this enough, okay? If you’re under 18, this content was not made for your eyes. IF YOU CHOOSE TO CONTINUE READING, THAT’S SOLELY ON YOU, LOVES.

If you’re sticking around, here are your warnings:

sexual content, bite marks... There is a graphic (kinda) depiction of sex here, so.. yeah.

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SHANE WALSH & moonlight on necklaces;

The sliver of moonlight through thin curtains kept bouncing off the locket around your neck. Shane bit his lip as you straddled his hips, rocking yourself right against his cock, making sure to really press into him. You were at that stage of horny where you didn’t honestly care if you left a wet spot behind and all he could do was lie there, pinned beneath you, and stare up at you in awe.

He raised a hand, hooking a finger in the thin gold chain, using it to tug your face down closer to his own. His lips crashed against your lips and he bucked himself against you from below, smirking in satisfaction when the bucking movement of his hips seemed to make you come alive and you barely stopped a whimper from escaping your throat. He rose up slightly, slipping your legs around his waist. His hands all over you, touching you tenderly, gripping lightly at your chin to keep your mouth buried against his as he trailed his other hand down between you two. Massaging your dripping and achy core through very thin and very wet panties. His mouth strayed, teeth scraped at soft flesh as he muttered quietly, “Somebody’s dripping.”

“I blame you.” you answered, rocking yourself against his cock all over again. The necklace bounced against your skin with each movement, the moonlight catching on it. Shane’s finger caught on it again and he remarked quietly, “Wish I coulda got you more than just that when I was out on the run earlier.”

“Shane, this is more than enough.” you gasped out against his mouth as he crashed rough lips against your mouth, latching onto your lower lip as his hand squeezed your dripping core before brushing your panties to the side. He locked eyes with you as he slipped his cock deep inside you and you moaned, attempting to rock yourself up and down on it. His hand left where it was resting at the thin gold chain again and drifted down, gripping your hips. Guiding your movements and ultimately slowing you down.

Deep brown eyes settled on the way the necklace bounced soft against your skin with each deep drive he made into your sex and when your head fell back and your eyes fluttered open and shut, his mouth roamed over your throat hungrily, leaving a string of bite marks behind, littering your skin. Visible to anyone who might look at your neck and he was well aware of this.

Just the thought of you, wearing his marks like you wore that thin gold locket on a chain around your neck was enough to make him groan as he fucked into you deeper. Slower. His mouth burying against yours all over again as he muttered quietly, “You can get louder, darlin.”

When your moans increased in volume as his cock struck right against your spot more than once, he smirked against your skin. Raising a hand to your throat, giving it a light little squeeze that made you come alive, bouncing up and down on his cock harder; as fast as you could.

“C’mon, darlin. Let go for me.” his mouth grazed over your collarbones, his warm wet tongue gliding over the thin chain, almost as if he were licking it’s path into your skin with each movement it made against your skin and every deep thrust of his body.

[chiliiscereal]

Too tall part 2

Raph x tall! Fem! Reader

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So here we are again lol I liked writing it so here’s part two!

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“Yeah he was a douchebag.” You agreed, tapping the seat nervously. Sure you were glad to have conversation but it didn’t need to be any info dumping. Quickly, you turned the conversation back around to him. “You kept calling yourself a monster earlier. Do you guys get called that a lot?”

You could easily see the nervous expression on his face shift to something more... bitter.

“You could say that.” He grunted.

Immediately you felt bad. It makes sense that he’s get called that. To be honest, the word ran through your head when he and his brother fell from the roof. But to call someone that to their face? That’s cold.

You straightened up, desperate to fix what you’d said. “I personally don’t see it. Well, other than you guys breaking my phone that is.”

He looked up at you with a glare, only for it to melt slightly when he noticed the grin on your face.

“Who knows, maybe that perv was on his way back with a few friends and you guys dropping down was exactly what I needed to get rid of him.” You shrugged, watching his golden eyes intently. Sure you just met him but you needed him to have the right impression, even if you might not see him again.

“Maybe.” Was all he offered.

Well, maybe sitting in the quiet was better. Running your mouth might have the wrong effect.

“Got a pretty good punch.” He commented after a moment of silence. He wasn’t sure what else he should say but he didn’t exactly want the conversation to die... purely because it would be awkward. “You...uh... you box at all?”

You examined the hand he’d previously wrapped, grateful you weren’t the only one talking. “No just had to learn to beat up guys when they messed with my friends. I’d like to in the future though.” You cleared your throat nervously. “Do you? Do you box?”

He nodded. “Yeah, a bit.”

You nodded as well. “Very cool.”

The conversation began to dwindle again so he picked it back up.

“If ya’d like... I could show ya a few moves.” He immediately regretted offering the moment he spoke. He.... he couldn’t help it! What was wrong with him? You’d said a few words he’d never heard before! That was it! And... well, you also cracked a few jokes with him... denied him being a monster... hell you even apologized to him. Apologies weren’t things he got often. “If ya ever in need ‘a course.” He covered himself quickly. “Got lots a spare time an’ a punchin’ bag.”

You blinked in surprise. A giant, mutant, teenage turtle... was offering you boxing lessons?

Raph mentally kicked himself for saying that. “Neva’ mind ya probably got other places to be-.”

“I’d like that.” You sat up a bit. “It’s not everyday that I get offered a boxing lesson by a mutant hero.”

The term ‘mutant hero’ threw him off. He was used to ‘monster’ or simply being referred to as ‘giant turtle’. But ‘mutant hero’? That was a title he could get behind.

“Can’t have ya goin’ around breakin’ the skin on your knuckles again.” He clarified quickly, gaining a bit of confidence back. “An’ I noticed that ya had your thumb in your fist when ya hit the guy. Coulda broken it.”

You snorted. “Yeah I wasn’t exactly thinking about that when he attacked me.”

“Impressive though.” He commented. “Thought we’d have to jump in an’ save ya.”

“Instead you jumped in after I did all the hard work and broke my phone.” You raised an eyebrow jokingly.

He looked down in embarrassment. “Yeah you can blame Mikey for that. Dumbass wanted to make bets about how long it would take for you to take the guy down.”

You flushed a bit at the thought of them watching you take your rage out on the creep. “I don’t really know what to say to that.”

He nodded, not really knowing what to say either. He was new to the whole conversation thing. Usually Mikey or Leo carried the conversations.

“Well looks like you’re all good.” He leaned back once he finished wrapping your hands. “Guess you can get your phone and we’ll get outta your hair.”

You stood up, backing up a bit when he did to. Man he really towered over people. “Well, except when I come back for that boxing lesson.”

He was surprised to be honest. You really wanted to come back?

You pointed your finger at him jokingly. “I’m holding you to it. You offered and there’s no backing out now.”

“Yeah... sounds like a plan.”

——

It was a plan indeed.

In fact, it became the plan for almost every afternoon.

You brought over your homework to finish up (with Donnie insisting he could help), chatted a bit with Splinter (he loved having new company), finally got to the boxing lesson (your favorite part), and then played video games with Mikey to cool down.

You had to admit, you were nervous the first few times you came over. They were to. You, of course, cracked many nervous jokes and accidentally made far too many cookies on your first trip back. You were excited and scared! Food was then way to peoples hearts right? They seemed nice and this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to make out of the ordinary friends.

They’d definitely been surprised when you showed up with about 3 tons of chocolate chip cookies but they were teenagers; it was eaten within the hour.

In your opinion it helped you break the ice. It was hard enough to find things in common when they’re completely different species! Cookies had become the common ground.

Being different species wasn’t the only thing. They were HUGE! For once you were the shortest out of everyone in the room.

Well, until you met April.

She’d been talked up so much that you couldn’t wait to meet the girl that helped them save New York.

She barely went to your shoulder.

But you two got along. Sure she was an adult and it was a bit awkward that she was smaller than you, but you managed. In fact you even liked having someone smaller than you around when you were with them. It made you feel more... normal.

“I was a bit awkward the first time I came here to.” She admitted as you two sat on the couch. You two were supposed to be trying to figure out calculus but it was fruitless. “They’re just so... huge!”

You nodded as you erased your work. “Yeah, I’m used to being the tall one. But now it’s like I’m gonna get stepped on!”

“Well you’re pretty tall yourself.” She waved it off. “Does that ever give you any trouble?”

You set down you pencil with a sigh. “A bit. It’s... hard to find a guy that will like all 6 feet and 4 inches of me.”

April shook her head. “Psh. Men. What do they know.”

“Absolutely Nothing.” You grinned. “The only thing they know is that they like small girls.”

“Eh, I can think of a few guys that like tall girls.” She hinted slightly, disappointed when you didn’t seem to notice. “You’d just have to... branch out.”

You shrugged and leaned back on the couch. “I’ve tried that.”

“Maybe you just need a different... angle.” She held up her hands to fully frame your face. “Maybe there’s a reaaaaally tall guy out there for you. Someone who won’t care that you’re 6 foot 4 inches.”

You snorted, wrinkling your nose at her. “Yeah, let me know when a seven foot guy shows up in New York. Preferably, he has to be my age, and my type.”

Just then, Raph walked into the room. “Done chattin’ it up or are ya gonna go for another hour?”

You jumped. “What in the hot tater tots, dude!” You put your hand over your beating chest as if that would calm your heart down. “I get that you’re a ninja but come on! You’re gonna give me a heart attack showing up out of nowhere like that!

“Ya gonna box or what?” He rolled his eyes, mentally facepalming himself.

You weren’t like his brothers.

You weren’t even like him.

He had to be more careful. But he wouldn’t make it obvious of course. Stealth was clearly his thing.

You rolled your eyes right back at him, grateful that he was at a point where he felt he could joke with you. “Can you let my soul return to my body first?”

He frowned, unsure of what that meant. “Uhh... you okay?”

You jumped up off the couch, breath finally caught. “Alright I’m good. I’d rather get another lesson in then have to deal with calculus anymore.” You kicked your notebook a bit.

“You could... I don’t know... get Donnie to help ya with it?” He offered half heartedly.

You shook your head. “Nah, I’d rather do boxing with you.” You patted his arm as you passed him on your way to the training area. “Let’s go!”

His face flushed immediately.

Shit.

April raised an eyebrow from the couch. “Damn. You got it bad don’t you?”

Double shit.

He glared at her as the blush on his face grew hotter. “Shut up. Don’t know what the hell youre talkin’ about.”

She pursed her lips and tried not to laugh. “Of course. Just can’t help but notice that you never offered me any boxing lessons. Strange.”

He turned before he could get anymore embarrassed. “I don’t know what you’re on but you’re dead wrong.” And with that, he left.

———

“So these are your katanas?” You asked leo curiously, holding the weapons as gentle as possible. He’d let you look at them while you waited for Raph to show up. Never did you think he’d let you actually touch the blades.

He did, however, stand cautiously next to you. “Yeah, Master splinter gave them to me. Wanna see a few moves?”

You nodded eagerly. “Maybe when I’m actually good at boxing you can teach me some as well.”

You watched as he swing the blades with ease, talking you through each move and it’s purpose.

“Mikey, I’m NOT using my tech to fit every cheese and meat in the world into one pizza!” Donnie stated firmly, walking in with his younger brother right on his tail.

“Why not?” He begged. “It would be genius! We could offer it to the world! Give it our blessing!”

“The world wouldn’t take it from us.” Donnie rolled his eyes.

“Then we give it to Y/n in our honor!” He gestured to you. “She could give our gift to the world.”

“The world don’t want no gift of ours.” Raph commented, finally walking in.

You perked up immediately, altho you were unsure why.

“That’s why we label it as y/n’s” Mikey protested.

“I’m not gonna argue with you about this!” Donnie brushes past him and you.

“Then just say yes!” Mikey exclaimed, accidentally shouldering you.

Now these guys are pretty big. When they shoulder someone, they really move them out of the way.

And unfortunately, out of the way was closer to where Leo was practicing with his katanas.

“Shit!” You hissed quickly when you realized how close you were.

You’d have been chopped up into finely slice pieces if not for the arms that wrapped around you and moved you away quickly. Your feet left the floor before you could even realize what was going on. All you could feel was your back pressed against something solid and hands at your waist.

“Mikey watch where you’re goin’!” Raph shouted, setting you down gently.

“Sorry bro!” He called over his shoulder.

You took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to stumble when your feet touched the floor. “Wow, that was a little too close for my liking.”

“Ya good there, short stuff?

At this, your eyes flew open. “Short stuff? Excuse me?”

He saw absolutely no problem with the name. “What?”

You placed your hands at your hips. “Never, in all my years, have I been called short stuff.”

He snorted. “Get used to it. Around here, you ARE short stuff.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as he prepared the boxing gloves. How was he so casual about this?? You were never talked to like that! “If I were in the human world, I’d be treated with respect because I tower over all the underlings.” You attempted to joke to cover up your surprise.

He found your reaction... amusing. You reacted better than he thought you would actually. “Well you’re the only underling here, SHORT STUFF.”

You tensed, so very very VERY unused to nicknames. “Come on, you can’t make an exception for human standards of height?”

You didn’t hate it, you just hated that it caught you off guard. Being off guard was the last thing you wanted.

“Nope.” He tossed you a pair of boxing gloves. “Now let’s get to it.”

———-

Why did that name make you feel so... giddy? You couldn’t help but play that scene over and over in your head as you sat at the lunch table with your friends. Was this how all your friends felt when they got called stuff like that? Was this what you’d been missing out on?

And you’d never been picked up before. Not like all the other girls in your grade had.

It was strange... and you liked it.

“Hey, again, I’m sorry about what happened.” Your friend apologized. “I know it’s been a month already but it’s clearly eating you up!” She took your hand understandingly. “I know that whenever this happens you lock yourself away but I’m here for you.”

You snapped back to the land of the living. “Oh! Actually... I’ve been fine!” It was almost like you hadn’t had time to be sad about what happened when that guy stood you up. Like other stuff took his place in your head.

She frowned at you. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, a smile creeping on to your face. “Positive.”

She gasped suddenly. “Oh my goodness. You met someone didn’t you?!” She shook your arm before you could answer. “Don’t deny it! Who are they? What’s their name??”

You shook her off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But your blushing face said otherwise.

“I don’t believe you.” She pursed her lips. “Can I just have a name? Does he go to our school?”

You snorted. “Dude, I don’t like him. He’s just a friend I’ve been talking to lately. He’s been giving me boxing lessons-.”

“Oh my goodness you two are basically married now.”

“Wait what?”

“Personal lessons? Girl he’s got it bad!”

Her words stuck with you the whole day. Even when you walked into the lair that afternoon. They spun in circles like a loop, playing over and over.

Psh you didn’t have feelings for Raph!

No way.

And he had a bad for you? No. No, your friend just misread the whole situation.

Just friends, as you’d been for the past month or so.

But the moment you walked in and saw him... you weren’t too sure.

He glanced up at you and then back at his phone. “Hey, you’re here early.”

You shrugged, setting your bag down. “Didn’t feel like heading home right away.”

“Donnies in his lab area if you’re gonna do more a’ that math shit.” He offered, eyes not leaving his phone screen.

“Actually I don’t have any homework today.” You started slowly. “And if you’re not busy...” you waited to see if he would catch on. You continued when he didn’t, “then could we skip ahead to the boxing?”

Now he looked up. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

He attempted to cover his reaction. “I mean, yeah I got time I guess.”

“Alright, then let’s get some water and get started?”

“Sounds good to me.”

Mikey, Leo, and master splinter were all in the kitchen.

“Hey didn’t hear ya come in!” Mikey grinned, patting your shoulder.

You jolted at the strength he put behind it, unready.

“Ay watch it.” Raph ordered, guiding you slightly away from Mikey.

It was just that he didn’t want Mikey to hit you too hard. Because... then you’d give up boxing too soon for the day. And then he’d have nothing else to do.

“It’s fine.” You waved him off, flushing a bit as you uncapped your water bottle. “Can I get through guys?”

Unfortunately Leo and Raph had started an arguement about the way Raph handled Mikeys action and now no one was really letting you get to the sink.

“Fine I’ll do it myself.” You tried to go around Raph, and succeeded. He backed away immediately when he saw that you had moved. But getting around Leo and Mikey? Not so successful.

With Leo’s strictness turned to Mikey, the two began arguing.

You tried to dodge them but Mikey took a step back.

“Oh my goodness your brothers aren’t making this easy.” You complained to Raph.

“Tell me about it.” He rolled his eyes. Suddenly.. he got an idea. “C’mon short stuff.” He grabbed you and set you on his shoulders so you wouldn’t get squished by one of his idiot brothers.

“Holy shit!” You squeaked suddenly. Now it was you that towered above everyone else. “Should I get used to you grabbing me randomly or is this only a temporary thing?” You held onto his shell as he shouldered past his brothers.

“Possibly.” He shrugged, “but it’s funnier if ya don’t.”

You hit his shoulder. “So you’re doing this for FUN??”

“That, and you gettin’ hit by Leo or Mikey would be an inconvenience.”

Wow where was all this joking coming from?

“Then I guess I gotta stop reacting.”

————

From then on it was a contest.

He would move you randomly out of the way and you’d do your best not to react.

You never did get used to it but he didn’t need to know that.

He never gave you any warnings either, which didn’t help.

You’d be standing in the tv area and he’d pick you up and move you out of his way, smirking while he walked by if he got a reaction.

You had fun with it though. It was fun... and you enjoyed having something like that in your friendship.

You flopped down on your couch after your hard day at school. Today you had no boxing lesson planned and only a few chapters to read. You WERE planning on relaxing by yourself but...

Mikey sent you a message.

Shreks_love_child: hey are you planning on coming over?

You frowned at it. Didn’t he know you had the day off?

You: I’m just going to relax at home today

Shreks_love_child: could you do that another day and come over? Raph’s in a mood

You: why would me coming over help anything? And why is he in a mood?

Shreks_love_child: no reason. He just doesn’t yell as much when you’re around

That wasn’t true... was it?

With a bit of thought, you responded back.

You: fine I’ll be there in a bit. But you better give me a better explanation when I get there. AND you owe me

“Mom I’m headed to my friends house!” You shouted, slipping on your shoes and heading out there door before she could make you do something like doing the dishes before you left.

You walked down the street, enjoying the scenery.

Why would Raph be in a mood?

And why would you being there make it better?

Well Mikey better have a good reason.

Just as you were about to come upon the sewer lid that lead you to their home, you recognized a person walking your way...

...the same guy that had stood you up.

His eyes widened when he seemed to recognize you to. “Hey, Y/n!” He shouted.

Nope.

Nope nope nope.

You began walking faster, turning the corner and heading towards the lid quickly. You had to act fast. You absolutely did NOT want to get caught face to face with him.

You lowered yourself and placed to too heavy lid over yourself as fast as possible, moments before he turned the corner.

You let out a sigh of relief.

Dumbass. Why has he wanted to talk? He made it clear how he felt and what he thought.

Whatever. You didn’t need to think about him now.

You could already hear the sound of shouting.

“Mikey I told ya not to touch it! It’s not finished and ya coulda broken it!”

You made your way down the ladder and through the tunnels quickly. From the sounds of it, Mikey was close to being murdered.

“I’m sorry! You left it on the counter dude! I didn’t know what it was!”

You rounded the next corner, coming face to face with two defensive turtle boys. Raph held a small object protectively in his hands and his brother backed away.

“That don’t mean ya gotta mess with it!”

“I already apologized bro!”

“Apologies are shit! Ya got pizza sauce all over it!”

You cleared your throat, letting yourself be known.

Both of them turned to you immediately.

Relief washed over mikeys face. “Hey! It’s y/n! Whatcha doin’ here angel cakes?” He rushed over quickly, practically standing behind you to protect himself from his older brother. “Today was your day off! Huh. Well now you’re here, right?”

You rolled your eyes at him, moving your attention to Raph.

His whole demeanor had changed. He no longer looked ready to kill. Instead he stood up straighter and held whatever the object was behind his back. “Why ya here?” He asked with a frown. “Today was the day off.”

You decided to not give Mikey an even harder time than he was having and not rat him out. “Thought maybe I’d just hang out with you guys if that’s okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah I’m cool with it.” He narrowed his eyes at Mikey as if he suspected what he’d done. Unfortunately he couldn’t hurt him in front of you so he turned his attention away from his younger brother.

“Cool cool.” You nodded as well. “Wanna watch a movie or something?” You leaned closer a bit to see what he had in his hands.

“Yeah, just let me go get my... my phone from my room.” He closed his fist over the object and moved aside.

“Whatcha hiding?” You raised a brow at him. “Candy?”

“Not hiding anything.”

You followed him to his room with a smirk. “If it’s candy you gotta share.”

“Nope. Not candy.” His face darkened as he grew embarrassed about the possibility of being caught before it was ready. “Just go wait on the couch.”

You rolled your eyes and held up your hands in surrender. “Fine. But I hope the shame of candy hoarding follows you forever.” You turned on your heel and walked to the couch.

Just as you sat down, your phone buzzed.

Hey, I just wanted to apologize for what happened. Are we good?

The absolute audacity. That guy ignored you for practically five months! And now he was apologizing? And he wasn’t even giving you a good reason??

You wrinkled your nose at the screen as if it were his face.

It was a stupid idea I just wasn’t ready for anything serious

You shut your phone off and tried to swallow the temptation of throwing it at the wall.

You know it’s rude to ignore people right?

The phone hit the brick wall with a thud.

It had an otter box case it was fine.

You took a deep breath and held your face in your hands, elbows resting on your knees.

“You good, short stuff?”

You groaned into your hands. “Just let me die.”

Raph frowned, unsure of what to say. One moment you were excited and bugging him. Now you looked like someone stole your dog.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

You sat up furiously. “Yeah this dipshit guy keeps texting me!” You paced the room, snatching up your phone as you went. “He stood me up the night I first met you guys and now he wants to talk?? And he’s calling me rude for not responding!” You shook your phone angrily. “Either I’m gonna die or he is!”

“The douchebag?” Raph attempted to clarify. “Ya still got his number?”

“I didn’t have time to delete it.” You admitted. “I got so caught up with you guys! And then he tried to talk to me on the way here!” You sat down beside him with a huff. “Fighting crime is your thing right? You think it’s justified if I run to his house and kill him? Would you stop me?”

“Wouldn’t try very hard.” He huffed. “He’s a dipshit. Don’t see what’s right in front a’ him.”

Crap out of room. To be continued!

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Fractured Diamond Chapter 4

(TW: Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault)

Mondo didn't know how long he sat there. He could see no indication of light anywhere in the room, although the cloth tied around his eyes didn't help either. The gang figured a blindfold would provoke more fear, thus better reactions, better screams. Not that it would even matter, Mondo couldn't even see if he wanted to. His left eye was swollen shut, and his right was sealed under a thick line of blood from his forehead. He figured the gang preferred it anyway for twisted aesthetic purposes. The cement chamber had proven to be soundproof, so it wasn't like he could call for help anyway, his throat felt like sandpaper. Every breath he was forced to take was agonizing, even shallow ones were labor. Every time his chest expanded was as if his ribs were stabbing him through his lungs and sides, fractures creaking against each other like an old wooden door. Breathing through his mouth would result in him gagging blood from where his rear teeth used to be, only furthering his burning chest. Breathing through his nose was his only choice, forcing him to take in the horrid stench of blood, sweat, and urine that lingered in the air. He remembered their jeers before leaving him in his "pigsty". He should've been humiliated, but breathing was taking up all the energy he had left. 

No one was coming for him. And why would they? What samaritan would wanna fought off one of the most dangerous gangs in Japan to save some lowly biker who probably screwed them over somehow? Was this the price for being in a gang? For being a Diamond? No, he wasn't a Diamond. Not anymore. Or maybe he never was. 

'Just a shiny piece of glass, shiny piece of glass, shiny piece of glass...'

Intrusive thoughts were nothing new to Mondo they were his only company at this time. Every taunting word stuck to his brain like a hair on honey. Not once did he try to shake them out. At first, he did, but eventually learned to like it. Like a dog learning his name, Mondo learned his place in the world. 

A faint but alerting metal clashing against a concrete wall crawled its way through Mondo's intrusive thoughts, he was too familiar with it by now. His body instinctively curled in on itself as much as his bindings and injuries would allow, which wasn't much, prepared to take whatever beating he was about to receive.

'...notadiamondnotadiamonddnotadiamondnotadiamondnotadiamond...'

Mondo wheezed in a small whimper as inside and outside voices blended in his skull. "..Okay...I...I get it..!" he slurred in a half-sob "I...I'm not a Diamond..! Okay..?! I get it...! You were right..!"

'notadiaMondnotadiamOndnotadiamoNdnotadiamonDnotadiamOnd..'

He jumped as something or someone grazed his bruised face. He cried out as loud as his broken ribs would let him. "S-stop...! I'm sorry, okay?! Jus...just lemme...lemme...d..!"

"--MONDO!"

He felt something touch his cheek again, but something felt different. Familiar. He hadn't realized his blindfold had been removed when he forced his swollen eye to open. He almost believed what he saw was real. 

Daiya, his brother, standing before him at eye level. His figure was silhouetted from the illuminated doorway, but there was no doubt it was him, Mondo recognized those sunset-orange eyes anywhere, glistening like dim but burning embers. But something was off about his face. It seemed to be stretched in an expression Mondo wasn't familiar with. Panic? That wasn't a face Daiya was known for. He always kept a cool front, no matter how fucked the situation was. His thick, black eyebrows were always furrowed, and his lips in a permanent half-smile to assure anyone he's ready to take on anything. So why does he look so scared? Mondo could see his lips moving, and it only took a moment to finally snap out of his daze and hear his brother.

"--ondo! Can you hear me?" he moved Mondo's crimson-caked bangs from over his eye, and Mondo was finally able to open it. 

"Gnhh...D-Daiya..?" he said in a hoarse whisper

Daiya rested his chin on his chest as he heaved a brief sigh of relief. "Thank god, thought I lost ya there, Lil bro." he half-chuckled, "It's okay, you're safe. We're gonna get you out."

'We?', Mondo thought.

As if hearing his thoughts, Daiya turned behind him and called out. "Michi, guys, he's over here! Come help me out with this!" 

"Got it!"

Another voice. Mondo recognized it; Takemichi, their youngest brother. Mondo was still trying to fathom it all, but there wasn't any room for doubt. This was all real, happening right before him, and he could not be more ashamed. 

Takemichi's darkened figure appeared through the doorway and froze where he stood, eyes fixed on Mondo. "Holy shit..." he breathed. Michi hasn't been in the gang for very long, probably less than a year now. He was still a middle schooler, still had some childlike innocence in him that was reignited after he ran away from his abusive household and found a new home with the Diamonds. Daiya wanted to preserve that innocence as much as possible, keeping Michi away from the action when things got bloody. So much, he wanted the boy to stay at the base while they rescued Mondo, but his stubbornness was like that of an ox. He was a Diamond, after all. Most times, Mondo believed him to be more so than himself.

An orchestra of boots stomping grew heavier and heavier until the room was flooded with Diamonds, all exchanging looks of shock and even concern when they saw the room and Mondo's fragile form. It was overwhelming, for them to see Mondo so pathetically mounted like this, like a prisoner, the fact that this image of him will be burned into their brains forever, Mondo felt as though he could just die right then and there if the universe showed him a glimmer of mercy. 

"Woah, stand back, guys." Takemichi directed the other gang members, "Give him some air. We only need a few men in here."

Daiya peeked over his shoulder to meet eyes with the gang. "You heard 'im. Clear out," he said in a stern tone, firm enough to command his team but soft enough not to frighten Mondo. Understanding the order, most of the members left while only a select few remained. Michi turned to Mondo and have him a reassuring smile before going to help Daiya. 

Mondo felt the two crouched on each side under his arms as the other Diamonds cut through the rope binding his wrists. Losing the support of the rope, he fell and would've crashed onto the concrete if Daiya and Michi weren't ready to catch him. He wished it was comforting as it was, but their support reignited his bodily pain. Crouching forward brought agony to his ribs, but straightening up burned the cuts on his back. He let out a dry painful groan. As if remembering, Daiya quickly reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a water bottle, offering it to Mondo's lips. Mondo winced at the sight of the object, visions of past events screamed in his head, but his thirst screamed louder as he chugged the bottle. 

"Woah, hey. Easy, bro, easy." Daiya cooed softly, as he directed Mondo to drink slower. He didn't blame him one bit but knew Mondo would only feel worse if he chugged it. Taking his time savoring the liquid, Mondo had finished the bottle, sighing a relaxed breath as best as his burning lungs would allow. 

Daiya returned the empty bottle to his pocket. He gazed at the rope still loosely binding Mondo's wrists and gently removed them. He winced at the raw ligature wounds, old and new blood alike, coating Mondo's skin. He heard Mondo weakly hiss in pain. He only dared to look at the rest of his body. That didn't matter now, the only thing that did was getting his brother out of this hellhole. "I'm sorry, bro..." he breathed softly. 

Letting Mondo's head rest wearily on his shoulder, Daiya scooped him up in his arms as if he were carrying him to bed when Mondo was a little kid. As they left the room, Mondo felt Daiya nonchalantly step over something, probably some fallen furniture, though judging by the disgruntled expression plastered on Daiya's face and the faint groan under his feet, Mondo figured it was more like someone. The hallway was littered with limp beaten figures of Reapers, only Diamonds standing above them, pinning them down under their feet, giving them a boot to the face if they so much as twitch. Mondo glanced at Daiya's bruised and bloodied knuckles. Of course, his brother wouldn't go on without caving in a few faces of his own. Daiya stopped in his tracks when heard a wet cough behind him, his scowl grown deeper.

"Hey, Owada..!" Several feet away from the Diamond leader lay the grey-clad Reaper leader, beaten and broken. One of the larger Diamonds stood above him with his foot on his neck, although judging by the man's unnaturally bent knee, it was apparent he couldn't return to his feet even if he wanted to, the stance was more for physical empowerment than provided security. The grey man spat out a few bloodied teeth before continuing. "How does it feel...when you lose a brother..?" he wheezed painfully but sternly. "Bet it makes ya feel...fuckin' powerless, knowin' you... coulda done some'in ta prevent it..! My brother...is gone...and so's...yer's. Tell me...how does it feel..?"

Daiya stood strong and firm as a diamond, his expression hadn't faltered. Barely even breathed.

The grey man growled, face contorted in hatred. "What? Ya don't remember me..?" his scowl turned into a sinister smirk. "He does."  

Daiya glanced down at Mondo's body curling up in reminiscent fear. He could only pray those words had an empty meaning. Still, he couldn't help but recall how fragile and painfully Mondo fell to his knees as if he were suffering from a terrible stomach ache. Bile crept up Daiya's throat. 

The man noticed the reaction and his grimace twisted further, showing bloodied teeth. "He knows my name. I...made sure...he never forgets it. He was...beggin' me ta stop, y'know. Beggin' for you...ta save 'im. His whimpers were so...beautifully pathetic. I wish...I recorded it for ya. But I figured it'd be better if ya...imagined it yerself. If ya didn't...drag ya feet, maybe...he'd still be your brother. But now...he's my pet." he let out a wet chuckle as he saw Mondo tremble like a leaf in Daiya's tensed arms. "Go on, boy...tell 'im..! Jog 'is memory..! Say my--" 

"Sasaki!"

Came a deep voice. Mondo would've thought he said that if his throat wasn't already so torn up from screaming that cursed name, his lips couldn't even form the word. He looked up at his brother's discontented face. Surely, he didn't. Another wet laugh from behind. A sharp pain shot through Mondo's heart. 

"So, you do know! Good boy!" the grey man cackled. "Try an' remember that now...! Remember the name...of the man who destroyed you and your brother..! I would say we're even...but there's no reason I can't still have fun with your gang..!" Daiya could feel Sasaki's eyes shift over to Takemichi. "Like him. He's fresh. Doesn't matter if 'e's...just a kid...He's in a gang...an' is better to...learn the hard way. Are you broken yet, Daiya Owada? Or do I...have--"

"Just shut the fuck up and listen, Reaper," Daiya growled, making it clear he wasn't finished talking. The grey man listened on, slightly disappointed at the white-clad man's retaliation. Daiya turned to gaze down at the man with eyes burning like the sun.

"I killed your brother Chisaki." his words flew from his mouth as if it were the most natural thing ever to be said. No hesitation, no remorse, not even a hint of regret. Mondo blinked and looked up at his brother. He couldn't remember the last time Daiya said something so cold, or if he ever heard him speak that way at all. Still, Daiya's eyes hadn't left his target. 

"He didn't seem to get my last message about staying out of our turf. He knew what he was risking when he crossed our path. And he paid for it. I pulled the alarms, I alerted the cops, and I left you all to die. I trust you and your colleagues have enough pattern recognition not to follow in his footsteps. Do what your brother couldn't do, and stay out of our way. If I ever see you or any Reapers on the streets again, it's kill on sight. Consider this business and personal." 

The grey man shuddered but let out a low, blood-curdling growl. "Do it, then!" he coughed and wheezed. "I ain't goin' nowhere, so...ya might wanna finish the job now! Kill me, an' there'll be no more Reapers, no one ta take my place..! So, do it! Kill me!" 

Daiya didn't turn back, nor did he respond. He just walked away, his gang followed, leaving the grey man broken on the ground. 

"Come back an' finish this like a man, Daiya Owada!" Sasaki cried, struggling to pry himself from the floor but to no avail. He heaved in one shaky breath after another as something wet splashed on his hand. 

Daiya heard one last pathetic scream as the door slammed behind him.

"OWADA!" 

[theultimatefanficwriter]

Secret Admirer

Commission by Upperstone on Wattpad!

You paced back and forth nervously around your dorm room as you waited for your friend Leon to arrive. You glanced over at the bento box with a note on top of it and bit your lip.

Ding dong!

You looked over to the door, all of your nerves hitting you at once. You walked over and opened it, smiling when you saw Leon. "Hey, Leon! Thank you so much for coming!" You greeted him.

"Well your text made it sound kinda urgent." Leon replied as you allowed him inside.

You chuckled nervously as you closed the door. "I...may have over exaggerated just a bit. I just really need your help." You walked over to the bento box and held it out to him.

Leon grinned when he saw it. "Oh, what? You made me lunch?!" He glanced at the note on top and smirked. "Oh...is this a confession of your love for me?~ Knew you had a crush."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Not on you, rockstar wannabe." You snapped playfully. "This is for someone else. I need you to give it to them. But you can't tell them it's from me!"

The red head raised a brow. "And who exactly won your heart before I could claim it?" He asked, winking at you.

You sighed, used to his flirting by now. "It's....it's for Mondo." You murmured.

"Mondo?!" He exclaimed. "You're into scary biker dudes?"

You blushed lightly. "Y-yeah, I guess. He's not that scary when you get to know him! He's really sweet."

"To you, Chihiro and Taka maybe." The ginger grumbled. "I swear, he's my bro, but he still scares the hell outta me. And you really have a crush on him?"

You nodded. "I do. But...but I can't tell him. Not yet at least. So when you give it to him, just tell him it's from...his secret admirer."

"And why ask me? You coulda gotten Chihiro or Taka to do this."

You batted your eyelids at him. "Because you're such a nice guy you would do your bestest female friend this one small favor?" You replied, sticking out your lip for added measure.

He rolled his eyes. "Alright alright, I'll do it. Stop with the begging. It's cute and all, but kinda embarrassing."

You chuckled. "Thaaaaaank you, Leon." You thanked the baseball star, giving him a hug. "I owe you one."

Your friend sighed and smiled softly at you. "Nah, you don't. If this'll make you happy, then I'll do it. I mean, what else are friends for?" He grinned. "Besides, if Mondo ends up liking you back, maybe he'll stop being such a jackass. Boom! Two friends happy with one swift move."

You covered your mouth and laughed. "You know, you're a really nice guy, Leon."

The Ultimate Baseball Star smirked and turned to the door, the bento box and note in his hands. "'Course I am. I'll text you when it's done. See ya, Y/N." You waved goodbye to each, and Leon left your room, closing your door behind him.

You bit your lip and began pacing again, anxiously waiting for Leon's text message.

Leon left your room and sighed, glancing at the bento box. He smirked and began walking to Mondo's room. The ginger shifted the boxed lunch and rang the biker's doorbell. After a few moments, the man in question opened the door. He grinned when he saw his red haired friend.

"Hey there Leon! Wassup, buddy?" Mondo greeted him.

Leon returned the grin. "Hey, cornhead!" He chuckled, earning an eye roll from Mondo. The baseball star held the bento box out towards the gang leader, the note sitting on top.

The pompadour wearer raised a brow. "The hell's this?" He asked, suspiciously examining the items his red haired friend was holding.

"A gift from your secret admirer." The messenger informed him, a smirk on his face.

Mondo's eyes widened. "What?!" He exclaimed, basically snatching the gifts from the other boy. "Who is it!?"

Leon's smirk widened and he shrugged. "Sorry." He made a zipping motion across his lips. "I have been sworn to silence."

The biker gang leader glared at the other, clearly not amused. "Leon, seriously?"

"I made a promise, dude! Aren't you the one that's always so high strung about keeping your promises?" The athlete asked, raising a brow.

Mondo sighed. "Fuck you, dude."

"Love ya too, bro." Leon chuckled and gave the angry man a salute before turning on his heel. "Welp, have fun figuring out who your admirer is! See ya!" He left grinning, pulling out his phone to text you that the mission was complete.

Mondo, meanwhile, closed the door with an annoyed sigh. He turned and placed the bento box on his dresser, then opened the envelope. He pulled out the note within and read it.

Hi, Mondo!~

I'm really sorry for having this anonymously delivered. I really want to tell you I like you, but I just don't have the courage. I promise I'll confess eventually!

So...yeah. I really like you. I've liked you for a long time. You're just so caring and protective behind that tough guy act. You're kinda like a poppa bear! Heh.

Anyway, this won't be the first time I give you lunch. I've noticed you don't tend to eat much, so I figured you just don't have time to make your own. I hope you enjoy! I made it myself!

See you around! <3

Mondo couldn't help but smile as he placed the note back into the envelope. Someone had a crush on him. Someone actually, genuinely liked him! He was ecstatic! Placing the note to the side, he looked to the clock. Seeing that it was about lunch time, he smiled and picked up the bento box, happily making his way to his regular lunch spot.

You made it the place you and your friends usually ate together. Leon, Taka and Chihiro were there already, eating their lunch. "Hey guys!" You greeted them cheerfully as you took your seat.

"Hi, Y/N!" Chihiro waved at you, smiling softly.

"Sup?" Leon nodded upwards in greeting.

"Good afternoon, Y/N!" Taka beamed. "How has your day been?"

You blushed lightly, recalling what you had had Leon do. The boy in question noticed and smirked.

"Y/N has had a very busy morning!" He answered for you. "She confessed to Mondo!"

Your two other friends' eyes widened, Taka actually choking on the water he had been drinking. "You did?!" They repeated in unison.

"W-well, kinda." You stammered, opening your bento box. "I had Leon deliver an anonymous note. I'll tell him eventually! When I'm braver!" You defended yourself when Taka sighed and shook his head. "I...was actually kind hoping you two would...help?" You poked your lip out in a pout like you had to Leon, looking between your two friends pleadingly.

"Of course we'll help!" Chihiro agreed, giggling softly. "We just have to deliver notes, right?"

"And bento boxes." You told him before turning to Taka. "...Taka?"

The hall monitor frowned. "...you promise you'll tell him eventually?" He asked, glancing at you. "Playing with a man's heart is that a nice thing to do!"

"I will! I swear!" You assured him. "I just...need to gather my courage first."

The boy in white was quiet for a moment before letting out a sigh and nodding. "Very well, then. I will help you!"

You smiled widely and opened your mouth to thank them all when a familiar voice interrupted you.

"Hey! Guys! Guess what?!"

You all turned, and your heart did a flip as you saw Mondo come to a stop beside the four of you.

"What is it, bro?" Taka asked excitedly.

The biker took a seat between you and his best friend. He grinned as he pulled out a bento box, and you couldn't help but smile.

"Someone made me lunch!" He explained. "Apparently I have a secret admirer!"

"That's incredible, bro!" The moral compass exclaimed, grinning at the biker. "Who is it?!"

Mondo rolled his eyes. "That's where the 'secret' part comes in, bro." He pointed out. "I have no idea who it could be."

You pat Mondo's shoulder, smiling softly. "Well we're all excited for you, Mondo!"

"And proud!" Leon added. "Who knew you hadn't already scared all the girls off yet?!"

Your crush glared at baseball star and reached across Taka in order to smack the ginger upside the head. You all laughed, and ate your lunches together, Mondo theorizing about who the admirer could be.

This continued for some time, you making lunches and personalized notes for Mondo and having either Chihiro, Taka, or Leon deliver them. The biker wasnt thrilled when he realized three of his four closest friends knew who his secret admirer was and was keeping it from him, but he only really pushed Leon on it since Taka was his bro, and nobody messed with Chihiro.

Luckily, the rock star wannabe kept his mouth shut, not giving the increasingly annoyed biker so much as a hint.

About a week had passed, and your courage was slowly growing. You felt like you would be able to tell Mondo soon. You made your way to your regular lunch spot, and smiled when you saw all your friends already there. You giggled softly when he saw Mondo in Leon's face. As you approached, you could hear the conversation.

"Come on, Leon! Just gimme a little fuckin' hint!" The lavender eyed boy begged. "It's been a damn week. I need to know who she is!"

The redhead shrugged, smirking smugly. "Sorry dude. For the hundredth time, I've been sworn to silence. I'll be exiled if I tell you anything."

"A-are there not any hints in the notes she's been giving you?" Chihiro suggested, smiling and waving at you as you took your seat between him and Mondo.

"Hey, Y/N." Mondo greeted you as he thought. He reached into his pocket and pulled out several sheets of paper.

"You kept all the notes?" You asked, unable to keep your stomach from doing a little flip.

Mondo nodded as he read over the notes. "Nah, there arent any hints or anything. They're super cute. though. Look at this one!" He held the note out, and the rest of you gathered around, Taka reading it aloud.

Dear Mondo,

Hi again! Leon told me you like the lunches I make. I'm glad! I was kinda worried you'd hate them. I'm not the best cook, but I feel like the Ultimate Cook hearing that you enjoy them!

Heh, sorry that was kinda lame. I hope you dont think I'm weird or anything. You just make me really happy. I'm glad you're my friend....though I hope we can be more soon.

Anyway, have a good lunch! See you soon! <3

"Aw, that's so sweet!" Chihiro gushed.

"Indeed! Whoever you're secret admirer is must care deeply for you!" Taka agreed.

Mondo let out a happy sigh and pocketed the note. "Yeah, seems like it. Still cant believe someone actually likes me this much. I...I hope I meet her soon."

"I'm sure you will." You assured Mondo, smiling warmly at him. "It takes a lot of courage to confess to your crush. I'm sure she just needs some time."

Mondo nodded, beaming at you. "Yeah, you're right. I dont wanna rush things if she ain't ready. Man, I just wish I knew who it was! Hey, Chihiro." He turned to the programmer. "Who all have we narrowed the possibilities down to?"

The smaller boy beamed and pulled out his laptop, pulling up some notes. You all spent the rest of lunch looking at them.

"Ok, so we've narrowed it down a bit." Mondo said as you and your friends began making your way to the dorms. "It can't be Sakura or Aoi. They're together."

"Celeste and Kyoko have been dating for a while, so it's not them either!" Taka pointed out.

"And Toko is still crazy about Byakuya. I doubt she'd go for a muscle brain like you." Leon added, smirking at Mondo.

The biker rolled his eyes. "Shut the hell up, tiny dick." He snapped.

"So that just leaves Sayaka, Junko, Mukuro, and Y/N!" Chihiro said before the conversation devolved into fighting. The programmer smiled at you, and you gave a grateful smile in return.

"Nah, you can take off Junko." Mondo said. "Even if she is my secret admirer, you don't stick your dick in crazy. Big bro always said that."

Leon snorted, and you couldn't help but giggle at that.

"Oh yeah. And take Y/N off, too." The biker continued, causing the rest of you to stop walking. Mondo stopped as well and slowly turned to look back. "...What?"

"Why are you taking Y/N off the list?" Taka asked, trying his best to not give anything away.

The lavender eyed boy shrugged. "She's one of my best friends. I'm pretty sure I'd know if she was secretly crushin' on me." He flashed you a grin. "I know her too well for something like that to slip past me. Ain't that right, Y/N?"

You felt your heart sink. Unsure how else to respond, you forced a smile and nodded. "Y-yeah! Right!"  Your three other friends gave you a sad look.

"Well!" Mondo clapped, beaming. "That means it's either Sayaka or Mukuro! It shouldn't be too hard to figure out which one!"

You bit your lip, and began fast walking to your dorm. You heard Mondo call your name, but you ignored him, calling back some excuse of being tired and needing a nap.

You closed your door behind you and sighed. You felt heartbroken. After all that work, it was for nothing. Mondo doesn't even consider you an option. You sniffed and felt tears form in your eyes. You wiped at them as you walked over and sat on your bed.

"Of course he doesn't consider me an option...why would he ever like me?" You murmured, pulling your knees into your chest. You heard your phone go off, and you looked at it. You bit your lip when you saw Mondo's name.

Mondo: Hey. You alright? I know you said you were tired, but you ran off pretty quickly. Did...did something happen?

You sighed and turned off your phone, tossing it gently to the side and falling backwards onto your bed. You rolled onto your side and curled up, closing your eyes with a soft sigh. "Maybe I should stop with the notes and bento boxes...I should just give up on telling him how I feel." You let out a deep sigh as you began to slowly fall asleep. "Its...clear he doesn't feel...the same..."

Mondo checked his phone for the tenth time this hour. Taka tilted his head. "You've been checking your phone constantly the entire time we've been in your room! What's wrong, bro?!"

The biker sighed and ran his fingers through his pompadour. "It's Y/N. The way she ran off earlier got me really worried, so I texted her. She....hasn't responded. Now I'm worried something might be wrong."

The prefect nodded as Mondo finished speaking. "Well, it makes sense as to why she was upset." He said, glancing down at the homework he had been working on. "She put an awful lot of work into those notes and lunches, and you basically say you don't consider her a possibility!"

The gang leader blinked, slowly looking over to his friend. "...what?"

Taka dropped the pencil he had been holding. "I...did not mean to say all that."

Mondo's eyes widened and he grabbed Taka by the shoulders, shaking the boy. "Y/N is my secret admirer?! She has a crush on me?!"

Taka nodded, grabbing a hold of Mondo's hands and carefully peeling them off his shoulders. "Yes to both of those questions. I wasn't supposed to tell you."

The lavender eyed boy stood up suddenly, grabbing his belongings and rushing out of his room. "I-I'll be back, bro!" He called before shutting the door behind him.

Taka sighed and shook his head, focusing back on his work.

You awoke from your nap to a series of loud, harsh knocks on your door. You blinked open your eyes slowly, rubbing them to get all of the sleep out. As you slowly sat up, your doorbell was suddenly rang several times. You sighed and stumbled over to the door, opening it. "Ye-Mondo!" You interrupted yourself in surprise when you saw your best friend standing there, finger still on the doorbell.

"Y/N!" He greeted you. "You're ok! You didn't answer my text so I got concerned!"

You sighed and stepped to the side so Mondo could enter your room. When he did, you closed the door behind him. "Yeah, sorry about that. I was just...really tired." You lied.

Mondo sat down on your bed, turning to look at you. "So you aren't upset at what I said earlier?"

You sat beside him and shook your head. "Why would that upset me? You were right! We're best friends, and know each other so well!" You forced a smile on your face.

Mondo sighed. "Yeah, well look how true that was." He muttered. "I couldn't even tell you liked me." Your eyes widened at this and you opened your mouth to respond, but Mondo cut you off. "Taka told me. He didn't mean to. It just kinda slipped out."

You bit your lip and looked to Mondo anxiously. "...So?"

He furrowed his brow. "So...what?"

You rubbed the back of your neck. "You're disappointed, aren't you?" You murmured. "You wished it was Sayaka or Mukuro."

"No no no!" Mondo said quickly, holding his hands up and shaking his head. "I ain't disappointed! In fact....I'm kinda relieved. Happy, really."

You tilted your head in confusion. "Huh?"

"Yeah." The gang leader confirmed, smiling softly. "Sayaka is a pop idol, so she's surrounded by press constantly. And Mukuro's a soldier. That's real intense, even for me. But you...you're, well....my best friend. I already now so much about ya."

"But...you didn't think I was the secret admirer." You pointed out.

Mondo shrugged. "Well, that was because I'm an idiot who thinks I know everything, when clearly I'm clueless."

You couldn't help but let out a chuckle at that. He copied you, and the previously tense atmosphere disappeared. You smiled at him. "So...You accept my confession then?"

Mondo grinned and nodded. "Yeah, I do. I uh..." He pulled at his collar and looked away, his face a light red. "I've actually liked you for a while now. Just haven't had the balls to admit it."

Hearing that seemed to lift a weight off you. You giggled happily and lunged at Mondo, throwing your arms around him. He laughed and did the same, holding you close to his chest. You looked into his eyes for a moment before slowly closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his.

He smirked into the kiss and deepened it, lightly rubbing his hands up and down your back. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just enjoying the other's embrace.

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[bi-writes]

ah, so then here i am. First time with z? make it nsfw 😏😏

zendaya x fem!reader, nsfw content below

Arm in arm, you both giggled with each other as you stumbled out of the venue. The air outside was cool, refreshing, sweet relief against your warm skin. It had been so hot inside, pressed against so many people, hot breath and dancing and too much conversation. You came because you wanted to support her, but you had to admit, these events weren’t always your thing. Sometimes you’d rather just sit and watch a movie at home rather than walk a red carpet and have two dress changes to watch the movie’s premiere. 

Zendaya looked perfect. She had invited you over in the morning, where you zipped each other up and were each other’s glam squad, fixing each other’s eyeliner and watching each other out of the corners of your eyes get dressed for tonight. Her curls had been disguised under perfectly done box braids, and her makeup was stunning. She really knew how to perfect her pout, and you had stared at her luscious lip gloss the entire time she had been fixing your eyeshadow. She was glowing, all the time, and that same feeling of excitement came to you today as you were getting ready.

But it never stayed. Like usual, you’d get distracted, find a reason to pull away, and the little thumps of your heart would fade into nothing. She was so pretty. She was so tall and flawless and easygoing. She had a million reasons to look the other way inside of right at you. But sometimes, like right now, it felt different.

You were both drunk off champagne, in heels that were too high that hurt your toes, and you were holding onto each other as you waited for the car to come around. 

“That was fun,” you hiccuped, and she smiled at you. Her makeup had yet to move, but that pretty gloss had faded from her lips. They were pink and bare, complimenting the smile she wore, and you found yourself staring at them, a bit too confidently in your drunk state. But then the door opened to the car in front of you, and Zendaya got in, holding the skirt of her dress up. The slit in the dress showed off her legs perfectly, and all you could think about was laying your head between them. They looked incredibly smooth, sparkly from the product she had applied to them earlier. You had watched her lather it into her skin, watched her bend over in those gorgeous heels and flash you a smooth, shiny leg. She had to be teasing you.

She had to be.

You got in the car after her, slumping down in the back seat, your head in her lap as you laid your body down. Zendaya played with your hair as the car started moving, and you giggled a bit, looking up at her, playing with the fabric of her beautiful dress.

“S-So...I guess I’ll see you when you get back from filming,” you said, shrugging a bit, visibly disappointed. She looked down at you, her fingers coming down the side of your face.

“Aren’t you staying over tonight?”

Your eyes flicked up to her, and she bit her lip. You didn’t think it would be a good idea to be drunk and sleeping in the same house as her. You had been thinking about her all day, watching her, and it was torture. All you wanted to do was grab her face and kiss her, push that slit of her dress open and make it useful. 

“I...I don’t have any clothes,” you said finally, and she rolled her eyes.

“As if you don’t have a drawer to yourself there,” she laughed, and you stayed silent the rest of the way back. You kept wondering if you had enough time to sneak away and take care of the ache between your legs before you went to bed. You were best friends, and Zendaya always insisted you stay in the same bed, just like always. It never helped the attraction you felt towards her. 

You followed her back inside her house, where both of your things were scattered around the living room and kitchen, makeup and hair products everywhere. Zendaya kicked off her heels, already fumbling with the side zipper of her dress, and you swallowed as you both went into her bedroom. She tossed the dress onto the back of her vanity chair, and you bit your lip as she bounced around her closet in nothing but pretty lace panties.

God...she knows what she’s doing. She has to. Right?

“I saw Tom there,” you said finally, taking your shoes off. You started to take your jewelry off as she came out of the closet. She made a face.

“What about him?”

“Nothing,” you shrugged. “He’s pretty cute.”

Zendaya pursed her lips for a moment before simply nodding.

“Yeah, I guess,” she laughed a bit, bitterly. “Why? Did you...did you talk or..?”

“I mean...” You met her eyes, “I don’t know. Get enough alcohol in me, and I almost dragged him off,” you joked. You noticed how she got quiet all of the sudden, a slight roll of her eyes as she slipped a shirt on, tossing her shorts to the side. “Uh, Z?” Her eyes snapped up to you. “My dress...could you help me get it off?”

She tossed her braids behind her before coming towards you, turning you around. You noticed her come a bit closer, so close you could smell the champagne on her breath. You turned your head a bit to look at her, and you swallowed as she dragged her hand down the length of your bag before she got ahold of the zipper of your dress.

“So Tom?” She raised a brow. “I should give you some advice, you know...if you’re going to be...going for him.”

“W-What’s that?” You asked, closing your eyes as her fingers slowing traced your spine as she unzipped your dress.

“Great kisser,” she shrugged, and then she leaned a bit closer, tugging your dress down until it pooled at your feet. “But I’ve gotta say...I’m way better at giving head.”

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the entire day or just her, but you spun around and grabbed onto both of her cheeks, pulling her close enough to kiss her furiously. She was quick to kiss back, guiding you the few steps towards the bed before you were both falling onto the plush sheets, your tongue reaching out to explore the expanse of her mouth as she tugged your panties down your legs.

“God,” you gasped, tangling your fingers into her braids, and Zendaya pinned you back against the pillows, looking down at you with a shake of her head.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about rolling over in bed and completely—”

“Just shut up already and do it then!” You whined, and she grabbed onto your legs, wrapping them around her waist as she leaned down to kiss you again. You could feel her even through her panties, wet clit grinding against your own as you teased each other. The heat between you was setting you on fire. “God, Z, please...”

“Well since you asked so nicely,” she laughed, and you thought about how perfect those plump lips would be wrapped against your clit. She ducked her head quickly down the expanse of your stomach, and she didn’t waste any time. She didn’t need much foreplay. You had been rubbing your thighs together the entire day, and you were soaked completely for her, making it easy for her to wet the folds of your cunt and completely devour your clit with her flat tongue and soft lips.

“Coulda been doing this a long time ago,” she said between sloppy kisses, and you squeezed her head between your thighs.

“You friendzoned me, you bitch,” you laughed breathless, and she slipped two fingers right into you when she saw how taut your bare nipples were against the cool air. Your back arched as she curled her fingers, starting to draw shapes with her tongue, your clit throbbing as the blood rushed in you and the coil in your stomach pulsed with eagerness. Your whole body was giving into her, and you wanted nothing more than to come just for her, let her see how crazy she drove you. Her pretty face, her long legs, her sultry eyes—she was perfection in one woman, and you wanted to give her whatever she wanted.

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, baby,” she cooed, and you whimpered at that. “Shoulda said you wanted me to ruin you.”

“God, Z...” You closed your eyes. She didn’t stop. Her fingers quickened their pace, long and nimble as they stretched your cunt and had you clenching tight around them. Her kisses, licks, little breaths and moans hit and sucked around your clit over and over again, and her hands were becoming sticky and wet with your arousal, and she could tell you were close when you started bucking your hips up to her, fisting the pillows around you. “O-Oh God...”

“C’mon, y/n,” she grinned, sitting up and smiling down at you as she deepened her fingers inside of you, watching your eyes roll back in your head. “You’re so close. Don’t give up on me now. Give it to me.”

She stayed there, leaning over you, watching you come apart underneath her with nothing but her fingers. When you felt her filthy tongue around your nipple, you cried out in relief, her lips wrapped around it and sucking deliciously as she coaxed your orgasm out of you, reeling it in and snapping it so well, as if she knew your body as well as you did. You moaned out loudly as you tipped over the edge, your legs shaking as she stilled her fingers, letting you clench and pulse around them until you were a sweaty mess in her bed.

She pulled her fingers out slowly, sticking them into your mouth. Her fingers, wet with the taste of you, and you met her dark eyes as you sucked and licked them clean, your tongue drawing its own shapes against her digits. She rolled her eyes playfully.

“Can’t tell me that wasn’t the best you’ve ever had,” Zendaya purred, and you let her fingers go with a pop. You smiled up at her.

“Maybe. But I haven’t had Tom yet,” you shrugged, and she pinched your nipple playfully, shaking her head.

“You’re such a bitch,” she laughed, and your eyes sparkled as you looked at her again.

“Maybe,” you smiled. “But it’s my turn now.”

[aliypop]

Is Where The Heart Is (Part 2 of Home)

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Warning: Language

A/N: Part two of Home, I wanted to write something for Isabasia / Isabella so here it is   

Translation : Ingen bekymringer i det hele tatt / No worries at all

Hold kjeft vær så snill! /Shut up Please!

Beklager / Sorry

"Asgard is a people, but you are my home."  That was the last thing that Isabella had remembered aside from Thor's touches and kisses:  her mind raced to what could have been if she stayed in Vanaheim instead of following her father to Midgard,

 Would she have been forever in love with Thor, or would he have been so unobtainable that she'd have to settle for less? Laying amongst the silk sheets in Tony's bed, she could almost feel his presence the small talks that they'd share weren't about what S.H.I.E.L.D wanted but rather what she wanted and what was behind the big scary hydra agent who worked for Fury on the side, "Jarvis shower." 

"Shit..." Isabella mumbled, hearing his footsteps get closer. "You'll never believe the week I had Bella!" Tony smiled, discarding his clothes, "I'm sure it isn't something I could guess..." she covered her mouth, her Vanir accent still there, "Yeah, so it's me capsicle, Banner, and we're talking about the fact that uh Loki green guy kinda handsome almost ruled New York." he poked his head out as she sighed, 

"Did I say something wrong..." 

"No, it just sounds stressful." Isabella smiled, "Go take your shower. I'll be right here..." she rolled over, nearly melting into the pillows. "You don't have to be... right there, you know." he winked, "Showers big enough for two, and you get  Thor's scent off you." Isabella's face went red as Tony laughed,

 "Before you say how Jarvis alerted me that you left," he smirked. Isabella winked back at him with her hands up, "Alright, you caught me red-handed." she shifted out the bed and towards Tony, his hands around her waist, careful not to touch the scar that was healing. 

Steam formed on the shower doors as Isabella tried to cover herself up,  "Issy, it's not like I haven't seen you naked. I mean, it's how we met." Tony kissed her cheek as she laughed, "Well, you were my mission," she blushed as he kissed her neck, right above where Thor did. "I had to seduce you somehow, to either kill you for hydra or recruit you to the Avengers initiative." she shrugged,

 "Which you failed to do..." he whispered,

"And what team saved New York from Loki..."Tony got silent, his hands on her waist, "Say it, Stark," she laughed, "Alright, alright, fine, you win." he grumbled, "But you fell in love with me." he gave her a quick peck on the lips catching her towel as it dropped. 

"Thor, you haven't eaten..." Astrid looked over from her plate, "If it's about Isabasia... I'd say move on." she shrugged, but Thor couldn't. Of course, it was easy for her to say. She had been mourning Loki's second death gratefully, "Start life on Midgard, after all, you can't be king and... Jane isn't going to wait for you. What do you have to lose." 

"Her..." Thor looked at Astrid, her eyes knowing the hurt he was going through, "He couldn't care for her as I do..."   Thor sighed, "Or give her anything she desired," 

"Then I don't know, go to her, find her in the city of York!" she stood up, throwing her cup down, "That I will!" Thor kissed her, 

"You've been a good friend, thank you..."

"Oh... o-of course!" she blushed, watching as he left, "May the Norns be in your favor... Isabasia's going to kill me." 

"And then my sister went into this coma-like sleep..." Isabella laughed, "I cried, I mourned her, and then guess what!" she said, her eyes wide as Tony propped himself on the pillow, "I don't think I can guess really," all his attention on her,

 "So Loki, who we thought died," 

"The hot greasy one?"

"Yes, Tony, anyway, he's in her dungeon, and well..."

"Well, what..." Isabella's eyes looked towards ragging storm clouds, lightning, and thunder, a deep sigh, "He kissed her, and she was alive. Give me a moment..." she put on Tony's M.I.T.  sweatshirt, 

"You're not going out there." Tony looked at her, "You can't just go out there. There's lightning and and rain!"

"Ingen bekymringer i det hele tatt." She smiled, racing towards the door. Thor stood there dry as a bone as he held her hand, "Flowers...from Vanaheim." he kissed her hand, "Thank you...would you like to come in?" Isabella asked, placing the flowers in a vase, 

"Bella, are you ok- Thor?" 

"Man of Iron." 

"And I'm leaving now..." Isabella ducked, "Jarvis!" 

" Isabella, why is Tall blonde and handsome here?" Tony asked, watching Thor wink at her, "Something you want to tell me?" Isabella began to feel small as she looked between the two, 

"It's not what it looks like..."

"You are a not-so-good liar." 

"Thor hold kjeft vær så snill!" 

"Beklager..."

"ENGLISH BOTH OF YOU!" Tony growled, jealous of the way Isabella touched Thor's arm. 

"What happened back on Asgard, clearly something romantic, of course, but what... did you did you two sleep together or some weird Hobbit magic!" 

"Tony..." 

"And if she were to..." Thor stood in front of her shielding her away from Starks anger, 

"I mean, it's her business, but what about us..."  he looked at her, 

"The party... The nights we've shared."  

"Tony... We agreed, no strings attached. You weren't ready and..." she looked at Thor then at Tony, " I am..." she raised her hands, " I want to cut the strings, Tony, I do, but you don't."

"What makes you so sure..." 

"You still look at Pepper and reporters, and you kept in contact with that one Wayne guy." she laughed, "But, Thor, he knows what he wants." she smiled as he munched on a pop-tart, 

"That is true... Tony, do you have milk?"

"Top shelf in the fridge, big guy." his eyes falling to his ass,

 "Asgardian grown, it's even better without any pants."  Isabella laughed, 

"Why all that trouble, huh..."

"Being starved of attention does it for you... I had affection, but the attention fell on my sister," she laughed, "Coulda been the queen of the nine realms, but she chose Loki..."

"That is... because they were happy together!" Thor smiled, crumbs on his face, "And she knew I liked you. You're sister scares me." he walked over, sitting between both her and Tony, as their eyes met, 

" Pop-tart in these trying times?"

"What flavor..." 

"Blueberry." 

Isabella laughed, "I'll take one too..." she sighed, laying across both their laps, "I couldn't choose which one I'd love more if Hydra wanted to shoot me." she looked up at them both, "And believe me they want to." Isabella smiled, 

"So who's it going to be..." Tony asked, growing impatient.

"Well, I'll settle for both of you." she smirked, " And you two can compete with me over dinner, wine, and mayhaps some fun." 

"Do you think sending him back was wise..."  Loki asked as Astrid laughed, "Darling, what's funny."

"I can't take you as seriously as Odin..." she nearly cackled. As he transformed back into himself, she felt his hands ghost over her upper thigh, "What about now." he whispered. "Well, I could take you more than just seriously..." Astrid smirked, dropping her robe from her body.

[thesardonicwriter]

The Way It Is, Arthur Morgan x Reader

Crossposting on AO3 and here! Except on AO3 it’s an OC and here it’s you! So forgive any mistakes, I kinda just eyeballed the you’s from the she’s.

Anyway, here you go, friends!

You sat quietly in Beaver’s Hollow, cleaning your trusty pistol and pretending to ignore Micah and his loud mouth. The train job had gone better than they’d hoped but John… John was dead. Arthur and Sadie had ridden off to get Abigail back from the Pinkertons because Dutch had refused to. Dutch would rather have let his friend’s son be orphaned than go to get Abigail back. Things had been changing in the gang for a long time. You had seen it coming for a long time. You had never thought you’d see the day that Dutch would just abandon his own people. And at the word of Micah Bell, of all people! It hurt. It was time to move on from the Van der Linde gang, you could see that now. It was only a matter of when and how. Her heart stung as you thought of leaving Javier and Bill, as brutish as the latter was. You had been with them for 12 years. 12 years that you would never see again. There weren’t any other options now.

“Get them bags packed up quick, Miss Grimshaw,” Micah ordered. “And you, (Y/L/N), get off your ass and help out.”

You ignored Micah, refocusing on your gun. In the chaos of everyone fleeing here, that was when you would peel off from the group. Maybe you’d be able to convince Susan to leave with you, too. God, you wanted to slap some sense into Dutch. It was too late for that. You knew that, somewhere, but it was still your first instinct.

“Hurry up! We don’t got much time,” Micah barked.

As you felt yourself falling deeper into your own thoughts, you heard Arthur’s voice echo through the camp. You holstered your gun quickly and looked up, expecting to see Abigail and Sadie with him. But he was alone. He was alone and he was angry. His hat hung low over his eyes. Worry built in your chest. Arthur jumped off of his horse. He was walking with a dedicated purpose.

“We just got plenty of time, Micah,” Arthur said. “We all need to have a little chat.”

“Morgan. You’re back. Hooray.”

Dutch slowly emerged from his tent. The canvas flap moved shut behind him. The sight of their once great leader no longer filled you with a sense of pride. A sense of duty, like you were doing the right thing in your life. Arthur and Dutch slowly walked towards each other. If a stranger had come into the camp right then, they wouldn’t have seen two old friends welcoming each other. They would have seen two men, two enemies, having their final confrontation. It wasn’t so hard for you to believe that Dutch and Colm O’Driscoll had been friendly once now as you watched those two regard each other.

“I just had a little chat with Agent Milton, Dutch. Abigail shot him. She’s okay… not that you care too much about that.”

Micah, Cleet, and Joe started to stalk towards Arthur. It was like watching a cougar eyeing her meal. You pushed yourself to your feet and moved behind your friend. Her hand was hovering over your guns, willing Micah to give your a reason to fire. Dutch stopped walking. His eyes never left Arthur. Susan stopped packing and looked from both sides of the camp. Arthur turned to Micah and his men, effectively stopping them in their tracks.

“You rats,” he scoffed. “All of ya. Seems old Micah was pretty good friends with Milton.”

“What the hell are you talking about, cowpoke?”

“You talked.”

Those words. Those two simple words made so much click together. Micah talked. Hell, there had been problems before Guarma, but after then, even when the rest of the gang was being careful, things still seemed to go wrong. Micah was even closer in Dutch’s ear. It seemed like that was the only person their leader would listen to for anything. Micah talked. Dutch’s actions hadn’t been entirely his own as things progressed. Because Micah talked.

“That’s a goddamn lie.” Micah hissed.

“Dutch…” Arthur’s voice was wavering. He, too, still hoped that his friend, his mentor, was still there.

“Dutch, think of the future.”

Dutch stood by his tent, looking at both men in confusion. Even from where you were, you could see the conflict in his eyes. The fight between who he was becoming and who he used to be. His mouth was slightly agape, as if in disbelief as Arthur continued speaking.

“Milton told me.”

“And you believed him, Morgan? You believe him?”

“It all makes sense now.” 

“No, it damn well doesn’t.”

Arthur drew his pistol, aiming for Micah’s headYou was quick behind him, aiming at Joe while Cleet struggled with his gun. Bill stood from the table, gun in hand but unsure of what to do. Slowly, he raised his repeater towards ArthurYour hand was steady. You pulled your second gun, aiming for Bill. Oh, Bill. They had spent some good years together. You refused to hesitate.

“Dutch, think!”

“Dutch, be practical now.”

“Dutch!”

Your heart sang as a painfully familiar voice came through the fog and tension. You turned to see John walking towards camp, holding his arm and limping towards them all. You held back a happy sob as you saw him. He was alive. He survived. And Dutch lied about it. Had he even gone back to check on him? Once, anyone would have insisted that John was the golden boy. John was the favourite. John was the one that Dutch would have done anything for. Just another example of just how far he had really fallen from grace. Oh, to go back to those days when things seemed so much simpler. So much better.

“You left me! You left me to die!” John’s voice was dripping with venom and his eyes were filled with rage as he looked to Dutch van der Linde.

Dutch’s eyes were wide in shock. He started walking towards John slowly. “My boy, I didn’t have a choice. John, I didn’t…”

“You-”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“-left me!”

“All of you, you pick your side now, because this is over. All them years, Dutch,” Arthur shook his head, “for this snake?!”

Micah chuckled. “Be quiet, cowpoke, be quiet. You live in the clouds.”

“No, you be quiet, Mr. Bell,” Grimshaw spoke. She walked into the fray with her trusty shotgun. “And put your gun down,” she sneered.

“There’s Pinkertons coming!” Javier ran from down the hill.

Jesus, how many more people were going to burst into their camp today?

Micah took Javier’s distraction in stride. He fired one shot into Miss Grimshaw’s stomachYou moved both guns to train on Micah. Her eyes were stinging with tears. You may have fought with Susan over things, but you had always loved the woman. She was one of the people who made you feel like you belonged in the gang when you first got there. Your finger was close to pulling back on the trigger. Dutch pulled his guns, pointing them at Micah and Arthur. 

“Now! Who amongst you is with me and who is betrayin’ me?!” Dutch demanded.

Dutch moved towards the treeline. Arthur and you backed closer to the cave, John as close as he could get. They were the only three people leaving Dutch’s side. You tightened your jaw. If that was how it had to be, then that was what you were going to do. Bill and Javier stood behind Dutch. Bill, a man you had called your brother, was aiming his gun at your, no remorse or regret in his eyes. Javier still seemed unsure of what to do, but he knew he had to stay with Dutch. The man you once would have said was like a father was aiming his guns at you. All because of a traitor he still trusted. How had they let things get this bad? Micah continued to insist that Arthur was lying. Before the firefight could begin, the Pinkertons started yelling. You pulled John and Arthur’s shoulders back towards the caves, pushing them down as you sent a few shots back towards the people that you used to call your friends.

More gunshots rang out from everywhere. You kept urging the boys forward. You lit a lamp as they ran deeper and deeper into the cave. You had been through here once and found the secret exit. Even if they had been in the dark, you could have found it but you weren't taking any risks. Pinkertons shouted behind them. Agent Ross or whatever his name was told them to freeze, stop running, and he ordered his men to find them. You wasn’t going to let that happen. You led them to the ladder.

“Go, go!” You said, pushing John towards it. “Fuckin’ climb!”

You waited until they were both up before climbing yourself. You hit the lamp against the stone walls of the cave. Kerosene splashed your leg but you didn’t care as you poured it onto the ladder. This was the only way you could think of to make sure the Pinkertons couldn’t follow them out here. You were pulled up the rest of the way by Arthur. You reached into his satchel and found his matchbook. 

“This is gonna have to do.” You struck a match on your boot and let it fall onto the ladder. 

The three of them ran from the exit. The trio kept moving, kept running, until they were far from the cave. Arthur and John whistled for their horses. You had one of your pistols out. You were waiting for someone to show up. They had two groups after them now. They had to get off of this damn mountain before they got caught by Micah or the Pinkertons.

“Thank you,” he said, “for believin’ me,”

“‘Course, Arthur,” you said.

“Can we talk about this later?” John snapped as the horses came into view.

Arthur lifted you into the saddle behind him. You had one arm wrapped around his waist as they started riding through the forest. You hadn’t even had time to properly process that John was still alive, what with all the chaos going on. It didn’t seem like there were Pinkertons following them, but you knew that could change at any moment. You kept your eyes peeled. You studied every movement in the trees.

“Those bastards left me for dead!” John yelled.

“Seems that’s what they do now,” Arthur responded.

“And here I was wastin’ my time savin’ your sorry asses all these years. If I’da known I coulda left you I would’ve!” you shook your head.

“Is now the time to be sarcastic, (Y/L/N)?!”

“It’s now or never, Marston!”

“Micah was the rat, John. Milton told me,” Arthur said.

“Figures. We shoulda killed him months ago!”

you was inclined to agree. You went over all of the times you could have left the bastard for dead or shot him in the back. There was no use in focusing on things that couldn’t be changed now. They had to get John to his family, at least. He was the only one of the three had actually  had people waiting for him now. Arthur glanced back at you and you knew that he agreed. It didn’t matter if the two of them died here as long as John was safe.

“Abigail’s at Copperhead Landing with Jack. Tilly and Sadie, too. We’re gonna get you there, John. Once we get these damned Pinkertons off our backs!” Arthur’s voice rose above the wind.

“Thank you. Thank you, brother,” John said.

“Don’t look back, John. When you find them, don’t you dare look back. Like I said.”

you could see John nodding his head in understanding. They must have been talking about getting John and his family out for a long time before this. That was good. That meant that they were ready for this. They were ready to run as far and as fast as they could. You just had to make sure that they actually got that chance. You lightly squeezed Arthur’s waist as your way of silently showing him you would help. You would do whatever it took to get John to them, even if it meant dying yourself. The gang was dead. Her family was dead. There was nothing out there waiting for you. If you did die on that mountain, there wasn’t anyone waiting to mourn for you. And you were okay with that. 

It wasn’t long into the ride before they almost ran headfirst into Dutch’s group. They started shooting at the trio without mercy. Arthur expertly maneuvered his horse out of the line of fire. John was close behind him. You aimed backwards haphazardly, not really caring if you hit anything this time. It just needed to be enough noise to maybe spook one or two of their horses. Micah yelled at them from behind, promising that they’d all be dead soon enough. You takes one look back. You can’t even see the white coat of the Count anymore. 

“Pinkertons ahead!” John announced,

You cursed under your breath as you fired a few more bullets. You heard the click of an empty chamber and started reloading while the boys cut through the river. John started to lead them further and further up the mountain and further and further away from Copperhead Landing. They had to lose their “friends” before they could get there. You knew that. It seemed like the further along they went, the more guns they were met with. John did his best to lead them through the trees. After what seemed like an eternity, the treeline broke. You looked back into the forest. This wasn’t a good development. They were just more in the open now. You aimed your pistol again.

Before you could pull the trigger, you felt yourself getting thrown into the air. You hit the ground. Hard. Her body started rolling down. You felt John’s hand on your arm, stopping your from going any further back into danger. Arthur was kneeling next to his horse, gently patting her head and whispering to her while she passed. You looked around wildly. You found your pistol in the grass and picked it up. You walked to Arthur. Softly, you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“We’ve gotta go, Arthur. We gotta move, now,” you said.

He nodded. “I know. I know! Just… gimme a minute.”

“We ain’t got a minute, hun, we gotta go. Now.”

He looked at the ground. With a grunt, he pushed himself to his feet. He leaned down to pick up his hat. Arthur looked back down the mountain. Back towards Beaver’s Hollow. He shook his head. You watched him curiously.

“All right, let’s go. I’m gonna get you out of this bullshit if it’s the last goddamn thing I do.”

John took Arthur’s hand for a moment. All the years of them fighting seemed to fade away in that moment. They were finally able to forgive each other for everything that had happened. You wished silently that it could have come about in a different way. A better way. 

“All right, that’s enough of the man love for now,” you said with a slight smirk, “we gotta go before they come back. C’mon, this way!”

You started running up. Arthur and John followed closely behind. You forced yourself to forget all of the times you had had in the Van der Linde gang as you shot indiscriminately at those you saw on the mountain. You forced yourself to forget that Dutch had saved your life more than once. . You remembered how Hosea was killed. The memory of his body there in the street was more than enough to fuel the fire within you. You were going to get out of this and you were going to put a bullet into Micah yourself. That was your last goal before you died.

you pushed against a rock as you turned a corner to get to higher ground. The boys were still a little ways behind you. You spun around. It was higher ground, all right, but there wasn’t anywhere to take cover. They would get killed if they stayed there. It wasn’t any better further down. Truly a damned if they did, damned if they didn’t type of situation. You cursed loudly, kicking a stone over the edge. Arthur looked around. He nodded.

“All right then, here’s the plan. You two are gonna get the hell outta here. Don’t you argue with me, you. This is the only way. I’ll stay here and keep as many of the bastards back as I can. But you gotta get John to his family,” Arthur said with a nod.

“No. No! I ain’t leavin’ you here, Arthur!” you protested.

“Darlin’, you ain’t got no choice. Get him outta here. Get him to his woman and child safely.” Arthur put his satchel around your shoulders. 

“Don’t call me darlin’,” you said weakly.

Arthur chuckled. “I know. Just go. I’ll meet you there if I can. Now go. Go!”

He pushed you towards John. John looked up at Arthur. Arthur nodded. This was what he wanted. They weren’t going to talk him out of this. Even if they could, they certainly didn’t have the time for it. You and John started running. Arthur was shouting, telling, no, daring the Pinkertons to come for him. You refused to look back to him as the gunshots started. You couldn’t. You knew that as soon as you did, you’d be right back up there with him, firing and fighting. You reached for John’s hand. You were going to keep him as close as you could as they ran. 

Her feet slid to a stop on the rough stone. You looked around. There had to be a way out of this. A better way out of this. John was catching his breath. Just as you were about to start pulling him a different way, you saw a flash of a leather coat. Micah’s coat. The rage you had been holding in was just about ready to burst.

“That’s it. I’m endin’ this, once and for fuckin’ all,” you sneered. “John, I’ve gotta kill that bastard.”

He looked up at you. “Make sure you don’t miss,”

you smiled. You were a better shot than that. You hugged John. You kept one hand on the back of his head. You wanted to remember this moment. You wanted to commit John to memory forever. You stepped away. John held your hand for a moment. 

“Thank you, sister, for everything.”

“Don’t mention it. Just get to your family. Get them safe.”

“Thank you.”

He turned and started running. You watched him for a moment. He was going to be okay, you knew it. That kid always seemed to have things work out for him. This wouldn’t be any different. You turned on your heel and ran back the way you came. You kept your gun in your hand. You had pictured this day so many times back in camp. You could hardly wait to see what it actually looked like when Micah was begging for mercy under your boot. There were no Pinkertons around you now. It seemed like Arthur had succeeded in leading them off. Wherever he was, you hoped that he had at least managed to get somewhere safe. You’d hate for him to see just how blatantly you’d ignored his last order.

you rounded a corner. Her heart dropped to your feet as you looked on. You were rendered speechless for what felt like the first time in your life.

Micah was standing on Arthur’s neck, laughing maniacally about this situation. Arthur barely looked like himself. There was no way that Arthur had lost this fight unless he had thrown it to protect you and John as they ran. You saw Micah aiming one of his precious guns at Arthur. You didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger on your own pistol.Two gunshots sounded. Blood spurted out from the wound, hitting the dirt as Micah fell over the ridge. You ran towards Arthur, begging him not to be dead.

“Don’t you dare die on me now, Morgan, not after all of this shit. You don’t get to take the easy way out you bastard,” you said.

“Not… ow… not dead yet.” Arthur coughed.

“Good. Not dead is good. C’mon, cowboy, let’s get you outta here.”

You put one of Arthur’s arms around your shoulders and struggled to get him to his feet. He helped as best as he could, but he was pretty much useless.

“Bastard shot my leg,” he said, “hurts like a bitch,”

“Shut up for a minute, Arthur, I’m tryin’ to come up with a plan,”

Ultimately, you decided down the mountain was probably the best bet. Slowly, as slowly as you could while still running and supporting Arthur, you started to move down, watching your steps as you went. Arthur was a lot heavier than you thought he’d be. You supposed it made sense, considering. You turned a corner and almost ran directly into the fine silk vest of Dutch himself. You looked up. Instantly, your pistol was aimed at his head. He held up his hands and looked from your to Arthur.

“Your pet rat’s dead, Dutch. I shot him myself. Fell over the ridge down there,”

Dutch opened his mouth to speak. Your eyes flicked up. More Pinkertons. You kept your gun trained on Dutch as he ran away. You kept pushing Arthur further. You held on as best you could. Your foot slipped as you moved further down. Arthur was sent tumbling from your arms and further down. You cussed and made your way back to him, apologising. He was next to a curtain of lichen. His arm was passing through it. Curious, you stuck your head through. It was a cave. A well hidden cave. With the last of your strength, you pulled Arthur inside and hoped that would be enough to keep them safe.

So there you go. Chapter 1 of like 20 something. :D

[homosexual-having-tea]

klaus and five silently judging people together?

Ok so I may have gone more in the direction of Klaus and Five vibing and having Auntie Annies lollll

Five groaned sliding down in his seat. “Jesus Christ, how long does it usually take Allison and Vanya to go shopping?”

“Well, this is the first shopping trip I’ve been invited on, so I can’t judge. Now, this skirt or that one? They’re both very me, wouldn’t you say?” Klaus asked, holding two glittery skirts up to his waist. “I think the pink one would be very look at me, I’m here but black just goes so much better with-”

“Klaus, I swear to hell, if that sales lady calls me your son one more time, both skirts are going to be red. Can we leave already?”

“Red? Why would they- oh, it’s blood, blood, gotcha,” Klaus placed both skirts back on the rack. “As funny as it that she thinks little old moi-” he paused to wave his hands dramatically at his face- “is responsible enough to raise a child, I suppose murder isn’t ideal. You ever had a cheesy pretzel?”

Five raised an eyebrow in interest, uncrossing his arms slightly. “They don’t have shit like that in the Apocalypse, Klaus.”

Klaus grinned. “Ah, you’re just being snarky ‘cause your blood sugar is low. Come on, kiddo, we can go get lunch.”

“Don’t call me kiddo, asshole.”

----------------------------------------------------

“Soooo...?”

Five glanced up. “So wha’?” he mumbled around a mouthful of pretzel.

“So, do I get a brownie point for knowing good mall food or what?” Klaus grinned. Five muttered something before swallowing his food with a sip of lemonade. He placed the cup back down on the table, exactly on top the water ring it left.

“The carbohydrate levels in this are probably going to kill me,” he said without much actual anger, smiling faintly.  

Klaus cooed, clasping his hands together. “You love it! See, spending time with me isn’t that bad once you get used to it, Fivey!” 

Five rolled his eyes, giving up on covering his smile. “Shut up, Klaus. I’m allowed to complain, I-”

“Lived through the Apocalypse, we all know. Finish your pretzel, old man. I’m willing to bet anything this is better than roaches and expired Twinkies” Klaus laughed, leaning back in his chair, his arms folded behind his head.

Five chuckled in quiet agreement- the pretzel was actually good though he wouldn’t tell Klaus that- sipping on his lemonade, before nodding at something behind Klaus. “Is she wearing the same dress as you?”

Klaus gasped in mock outrage, turning around to glare at the woman across the mall who was, indeed, wearing the same star-printed dress as him. “Oh, she does not look as good as I do in this,” Klaus said, dramatically bunching up the fabric in the skirt.

“It makes her look green,” Five added under his breath. Klaus cackled, agreeing as he turned to face his brother. He grinned widely, tilting his head to the side.

“Fashion police much?”

“What? She does! She shouldn’t be wearing gold. It makes her look like broccoli.” 

Klaus laughed again, holding a hand against his face. “My brother is a tiny, murderous Regina George- don’t worry, I’ll explain that joke later. What about her?” he asked, pointing discreetly at a person walking out of a store.

“Not bad, honestly. Just not a good height for her skirt. It makes her look like a stick,” he commented, stone-facedly sipping his lemonade. 

Klaus giggled again popping a cinnamon pretzel bite into his mouth. He pointed out various people around them, laughing at Five’s assessments of their fashion choices.

“How did you of all people get so invested in fashion?” he asked, still grinning widely. Five shrugged, sliding the empty pretzel bag neatly into a corner of the table.

“Delores and I used to go into old malls to pick out outfits for her, and I started to really enjoy our trips. I guess since I got back, I kept interest in fashion to keep something we’d done together around.” Five said quietly, fiddling with the hem of his bronze cardigan sleeve.

“Firstly, that is literally adorable. Really wish I coulda met Delores. I think we would have gotten along well,” Klaus smiled. “Also, since my lil’ bro is a bitchy fashionista, I think we should go get you some new clothes since we’re here. You’re a growing boy and that sweater of yours barely fits anymore.” 

Five sat up a little bit, loosening his crossed arms as he smiled faintly. “That doesn’t sound too bad.”

[bichlordstories]

14: promises kept

You're gonna take Ibara's place in Tetsutetsu's team during the cavalry battle.

Sorry plant queen, I love you! Please forgive me!

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For the cavalry battle, you forced your team to avoid Deku's team, which held the 10 million points. You focused on collecting points off of others despite your team's complaints.

Of course, you immediately shut those complaints down with a simple glare. Juzo and Awase didn't even fight you, Tetsutetsu did, that is, until you gave him the most frightening look ever.

You four got more than enough points to head into the finals, just at second place behind Todoroki's team. Midoriya's was below your rank, which dimmed the fire inside, but only for a moment.

Only for a moment.

"Shit! You were right about avoiding the 10 million points!" Awase said once seeing Todoroki and his abilities.

"We still coulda got it..." Tetsutetsu said.

"We're not here to worry about silly games, Tetsutetsu, we got into the finals, which means we have a chance to get into first place." You said while staring down the greenette.

"You've been glaring at that guy for a while."

You snapped out of it and turned to look at Tetsutetsu.

"I thought that Bakugou guy was your arch nemesis or something, but you've been completely focused on the green haired guy."

"It's none of your business, Tetsu." You muttered.

Tetsutetsu shrugged but still stood beside you, watching the greenette as well.

'I wonder what he's done to get all of (Y/n)'s attention...' he thought as the greenette was speaking with his friend group.

"(Y/n)!!!"

You turned to glare at whoever came up to you. Monoma appeared before you and gripped your shoulders with wild looking eyes.

"You better win this for me- for us." He said in an intense manner.

"Yeah yeah, Monoma, we got this!" Tetsutetsu said while flexing his muscular arm.

You looked on in disinterest and then turned your attention back to Deku. He was approaching you. He was walking right towards you with his eyes locked onto yours. You soon started approaching him and his determined eyes slowly showed hints of fear.

You kept approaching, even as he stopped in his place.

You kept approaching... until Todoroki approached him.

You stopped with a frown and watched as the two teens walked away to somewhere.

They weren't friends. You could tell. It seems like Deku has more than one enemy, and you weren't about to let the Todoroki get in your way.

You silently followed the two, ready to confront them, or Deku, yourself before Todoroki started talking.

While you weren't able to have a chat with the greenette, you did learn a few interesting things about Todoroki's father...

Being respectful though, you didn't eavesdrop beyond him mentioning quirk marriages.

You could connect the dots on your own...

You left them alone, but not before passing Bakugou. You didn't realize he was listening as well, but you didn't say anything but lock eyes.

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"So you're the kid Kirishima keeps talking about." The lightening bolt teen said.

You didn't reply and instead got into a fighting position, ignoring the background noise that was the crowd cheering. The blonde raised an eyebrow and smirked at this.

"So quiet! Kirishima said you were super manly and intimidating." He said as a spark of electricity flashed from his shoulder.

"Let's see how manly you can be!" He yelled as he launched himself forward.

It wasn't really much of a fight. Nobody could even call it a fight.

You were swift in defeating the teen, Kaminari you believe.

The electric shock you received did hurt, but it left no burns or wounds behind.

In fact, the only thing that was left on you were crimson sparks. Even as his unconscious body was taken off the field, you were still sparking.

It was the same way when fighting the kid with engines on his calves.

He was more challenging then the blonde you Pimp smacked, but then again, that's a very low bar to pass in your opinion.

Entering the stands where your class was, you were immediately met with cheers.

"You were so freaking cool out there!" Tetsutetsu exclaimed.

"I'm glad I'm not going against them..." Juzo muttered, earning a couple nods of agreement from Togaru and Kuroiro.

"Hey, (L/n)-san! You're still sparking!" Kendo pointed out.

You looked at your shoulder to see sparks of crimson electricity. Blood was slowly sleeping through your uniform, which also caught the class's attention.

"Hey, you're still bleeding..." Reiko said.

"Yeah. I am." You said while grabbing a bottle of water from a vending machine.

"Wait, how are you still bleeding? You shouldn't be unless your quirk is still activated." Sen said.

You didn't respond, opting to chug on the water you have.

"(L/n)... your quirk is still activated!?" Kendo said in surprise.

Still nothing from you.

"You realize how dangerous that is!? What if you lose control!?"

You emptied the rest of the bottle into your mouth and crushed it then turned to Kendo and the rest.

"I trained with Sekijiro-sensei long enough. I can take better control now." You finally answered.

"Okay, but why do you need to keep your quirk activated?" Jurota asked in a skeptical tone while crossing his arms.

"If I deactivate it now, I'll be too tired to continue." You said.

Before anyone could respond, the speaker shouted something that made your blood run cold.

"Midoriya is out of bounds! Todoroki wins this round!!!!"

You shot up from your seat and leaned against the railing.

There he was, laying on the ground. Like a little bitch.

'This is his predecessor...? This is who I'm supposed to prove myself against???' Your grip on the railing was crushing.

'I didn't even get to pummel him to the ground... that scarred bastard did it.'

"(L/n)-san...?"

You didn't turn to your classmates, still stuck in your thoughts.

'If I can't fight Deku...'

'...Then I'll just settle for Todoroki.' You grinned maliciously.

It was no secret that your quirk was starting to take a toll on you...

"And here we have TODOROKI SHOTO vs. (L/N) (Y/N)!!!"

The fight began with a shot of ice aiming for you.

It was too quick to dodge, but you were able to break it into pieces.

Todoroki kept using his right side, his ice, but never his fire. You were quick to notice this.

What? Were you not good enough to use his full power on? He used it on Deku. Why not you???

"No way!!! Despite being covered in blood, (L/n) is somehow overwhelming Todoroki!"

Oh hell no.

He's not going to treat you as less. You are BETTER than him. BETTER THAN DEKU.

Does he think he can just use half of his power!?

You stood tall, skin and hair covered in red. Todoroki halted momentarily upon seeing you stand still.

"I ain't your fucking father, Todoroki..."

Todoroki grunted in surprise with wide eyes.

How did you...

"...You aren't fighting Endeavour." You pounded your chest with a bloody fist before yelling at the bicolored boy again.

"My name is (L/n) MOTHERFUCKING (Y/N)! And I will beat the shit out of you for thinking you could be a hero by half-assing shit."

The crowd around you seemed to quiet down a bit, including Present Mic, who was usually yelling something random.

You crouched down and readied yourself to pounce at Todoroki.

"So if you want to at least impress somebody, GIVE ME YOUR ALL!!!!" You exclaimed and ran at Todoroki with the speed of a raging bull.

And he did just that.

Despite being unable to feel most of the pain due to the adrenaline high you were having, you could feel the heat and smell the vapor of blood and flesh from the bright orange and yellow fire that grazed your right arm. You still rushed at the teen and reared your fist back to punch him.

The boy was stunned by the force of the punch as well as the blood that was left behind. Either his or your blood, he didn't know.

Your right fist, covered in charred flesh, still pumped blood out to replace the old vaporized blood, creating a rather grotesque sight.

Despite this, you used both fists to pummel the student from class 1A. He didn't get time to recover and soon his face was bruised and swollen.

He fell to his knees, holding out his right hand and freezing your left side.

"Oh god..." All Might said breathlessly while the heroes next to him stood up. People began to freak out over the sight before you and him. Paramedics were rushing to the scene and heroes were just about ready to leap down there. Endeavour was also watching in shock at his prodigy getting beaten to the ground and his fire slowly dimmed.

Up in the microphone room, Present Mic was staring down in horror at the two students on the bloody field along side with Eraserhead.

Todoroki wasn't looking too well... but you were worse.

Despite feeling like you could run across the world, you were bleeding heavily, burnt, and frozen to the point of getting frostbite.

"Oh my god! Somebody stop them!"

"They're gonna kill him-"

"What... what is this...!?"

You started walking over to Todoroki's collapsed form, your body sparking with red electricity, and gripped his uniform with your burnt, crispy looking arm and pulled him towards the edge, where the paramedics and heroes stopped at once seeing you move.

"(L-L-L-L/n) is still moving!!!" Mic's voice echoed throughout the stadium, causing chaos throughout the crowd.

In the stands, class 1A was half silent, half loud. The grape kid, Kirishima was freaking out along with a few other students. Mineta threw up in a trash can, Shoji couldn't look away but was stuck staring at the scene, Iida was also frozen in his seat, unable to look away.

"There's no way..." Midoriya wheezed out.

Even Bakugou seemed disturbed by the bloodshed that occurred in front of him.

Class 1A could hear 1B freaking out nearby. Kendo was practically shrieking for you to let Todoroki go, not just for his wellbeing, but for yours as well. Monoma would have cheered you on if it weren't for the fact that you looked like you could die any second with the wounds you attained.

You stopped at the edge of the concrete and chucked Todoroki over the side, having him land on the dirt with a sickening 'thud'.

"T-Todoroki Shoto is OUT!!!!" Present Mic shrieked into the microphone.

People cheered as well as shrieked, but that wasn't your concern. You didn't care about the paramedics rushing towards you and Todoroki.

No.

You were focused on the green eyes of that Midoriya brat. You pointed over to him, letting him know you were looking right at him before a sadistic smile came over your face and you swiped your finger over your neck in a slit-throat motion, blood dripping from your blackened skin.

And then you collapsed.

"Everyone, please stand by-" a female voice said over the shrieking.

Your vision and your sight faded in and out before finally settling in the darkness and silence.