#he probably turned to beat orange's ass or something

[bruh-changbin]

think pink

pairing: pink power ranger!hyunjin x afab reader

genre: smut, stupidity (minors dni)

warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), public sex kinda?, unprotected sex (be safe), creampie, tit sucking, alcohol consumption, very brief mention of female masturbation

word count: 8.2K

a/n: IM AT A CONCERT DRESSED AS SLUTTY LIGHTNING MCQUEEN RN WOOHOOOOOOO (this is a queued post). happy horny halloween mofos! very glad to be posting this fc bc i was supposed to post it last year and then just gave up LMAO so she's been a long time comin. pls give her some love i would really appreciate it!!! hope you all have/had a super safe sexy halloween!

october is overrated.

i mean sure, there is something undeniably cozy and heart-warming about crunchy leaves and pumpkin patches and all of the other shit that comes in the ‘fall aesthetic’ package. but the truth is that october is too windy, halloween is overhyped, and pumpkin spice tastes like ass.

and who wants to go to a halloween party where you can’t dress like a slut because of the wind chill? no one.

“you’re too negative.” jeongin sips his starbucks while keeping his eyes trained on the road, his left hand gripping the steering wheel of his beat up silver volkswagen jetta that he calls his baby, his pride and joy.

“i’m just telling it like it is,” you shift in the passenger seat to face him, “there is no need for so much hype around a mediocre holiday. what’s there to enjoy about getting violently drunk and stuffing your face with so much candy you feel sick?”

“listen y/n, i don’t know what your problem is but halloween is fun.” he appears to stop there, but then keeps going, “and i will not have your sour attitude ruin my favourite holiday.”

you just scoff and gaze out the window at all of the trees now bursting with shades of red, orange, yellow. 

as if sensing something was off from your previous conversation, jeongin breaks the silence “you’re still coming to jackson’s party though, right? i don’t wanna go alone…”

“you won’t be alone,” you counter, “seungmin will be there.”

jeongin groans, “but seungmin’s so boring at parties. all he does is complain about how bad alcohol tastes and try to talk to people about books and films. i don’t trust a bitch that says films instead of movies! they always think they’re better than everyone.”

“that’s not true, seungmin’s fun at parties!” albeit you do admit you’ve only been to one party with seungmin where he went buck wild and were later told that that is very uncharacteristic of him. 

jeongin’s expression turns sour, and you start to take pity on him.

“innie, i promised you i’d go to this party. when have i ever broken a promise? i’ll be there, alright?”

with that his face softens, and he goes back to his regular chatty self. 

“knowing jackson it’s gonna be even bigger and better than last year. and you know y/n, i’m pretty sure hyunjin’s going as well.”

your heart drops to your stomach at the mention of his name.

you try to act as nonchalant as possible, “why would i care if hyunjin’s there or not?”

“because you’re in love with him.”

“i am not in love with him.”

jeongin scoffs, “please, i see those googly eyes you make every time you see him - scratch that, everytime his name is mentioned. and you sucked his dick.”

“oh so the second you put a guys dick in your mouth you instantaneously fall in love with him?”

“okay fine! maybe you don’t love him but there’s something there, no denying it,” he pauses, and then adds, “and i for one think it’s something worth pursuing.”

leaning your face against the passenger side window, you sigh contemplatively, “that ship has sailed, my friend. at this point hyunjin probably doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

“i don’t know y/n, he still seems a little…. hung up on you,” jeongin attempts to reason with you, “why don’t you try talking to him?”

“what the fuck would i even say to him? hey hyunjin, everytime i think of you i get really really wet. could you please bend me over the nearest hard surface and fuck me so hard i can’t walk for a week???!!!!”

“so vulgar and for what.”

you roll your eyes, “shut up jeongin. if you want me to get with him so badly, maybe… i don’t know, help?” 

“no way. you two are adults, you can sort it out yourself.”

“gee, what would i do without you and your incessant outpour of advice jeongin?” you tease, since jeongin is inherently quite awful at offering meaningful advice. 

“i give good advice!!! you just never take it,” your best friend scowls as he drives through campus, pulling into a parking lot located in the midst of all of your school's buildings. 

“sure innie, whatever makes you feel better,” you grab your tote bag off of the floor of the passenger seat and step out of jeongin’s car. as soon as you’re outside a brisk gust of wind engulfs you, the chill making its way through your sweater and making you shudder; you should’ve worn a thicker jacket.

jeongin does the same as you, slamming the driver door shut before grabbing his own stuff from the backseat.

“i’ll see you in a couple hours, kay? text me when your class is done,” he states before heading off towards to library, his broad shoulders protected from the frigid fall weather with a thick wool sweater and a puffy black scarf. the heels of his boots scuff the pavement as he trudges away, pulling out his headphones as he prepares for a couple hours of studying.

you make out in the opposite direction of your friend, heading towards the building where your lecture hall is located. all around you students are dressed in jackets and thick sweaters, scarves donning their necks and leg warmers wrapped around their ankles. the grey sky makes everything appear dull, spare for the bright coloured leaves that have been blown off the trees and crunch under the weight of your boots when you step on them. 

soon you make it to your lecture hall, revelling in the warmth of being inside as you slowly close the doors behind you and making your way over to your (un)official seat. ever since the amount of people attending lecture every week started to decrease, you staked your claim on a seat in your favourite section of the room and refuse to sit elsewhere.

after a couple minutes of waiting your prof begins class, delving into lecture without a hitch as you attempt to scribble down notes. however, just as you’re about to get into the meat of today's class, your focus is broken when a late-comer yanks open the doors to the room with full force.

in walks hwang hyunjin, and a small part of you dies inside. 

as the metal door swings shut behind him with a dramatic bang! you lock eyes with him just for a second before his gaze is averted to your professor who he gives a small, apologetic smile to. 

in your head you’re screaming don’t you fucking dare hwang hyunjin as he walks closer and closer and closer to where you’re sitting in the sparsely populated lecture hall. you roll your eyes so hard your head hurts when hyunjin chooses the seat almost directly in front of you (just a little off to the side so it looks like it was a total accident - fuck you hwang).

of course you knew that hyunjin was in this class as well, but he’s usually on time and usually sits far away from you, at the back of the lecture hall. today he just feels like being an asshole, i guess. 

hyunjin’s weird. he’s weird because he had the hots for you during the sweltering summer months, when jeongin rented a beachside airbnb for a week and invited all of his close friends - including you and hyunjin. he’s weird because he always applied sunscreen on your back and helped you cut up watermelon and sat beside you during bonfires. he’s weird because when everyone else left to go to the pier he encouraged you to stay back and yanked on your hair while you sucked his dick, bit your bottom lip with his front teeth, and fucked you so hard you saw stars. 

he’s weird because he now pretends that the two of you have no history and fucks with you on purpose by shooting you flirty looks when he sees you at get togethers or on campus but does nothing more than that. he knows that you think about him, but does he think about you too?

staring at the back of his ebony-haired head, you can’t shake the image of hyunjin on top of you, his puffy bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he fucked you into his mattress, out of your head. the needy whines and groans he emitted when his cock was down your throat are ringing in your ears; you cross your legs under your desk in a pathetic attempt to ease the ache you feel in your cunt that you hate yourself for. come on brain, we cannot be horny during lecture! focus!!!

the next few hours drag on and on and on as you force yourself to keep your vision trained on either your notebook or your prof, resisting the urge to allow yourself to gaze upon the man who occupies your thoughts almost 24/7 (which is so not feminist of you btw). 

ergo, when your prof finishes lecture 20 minutes early, you heave a sigh of relief. great, now you can gtfo and go finger yourself in the bathroom before getting jeongin to drive you home. but of course, a certain someone decides to ruin your plans by turning around and leaning against your desk, his dark chocolate eyes staring down at you mischievously. 

“are you coming to jackson’s party?”

is he talking to you? 

“are you talking to me?”

hyunjin looks around while the few other students surrounding the two of you scramble to pack their bags, “i mean, who else would i be talking to.”

“i don’t know,” you shrug, “anyone but me i guess.”

god this is so awkward. gag me with a spoon.

“you didn’t answer my question.”

“hmm?” you pretend to busy yourself with the task of shoving your pencil case into your near empty school bag.

“jackson’s party? you coming? jeongin said you were.”

of course he fucking did. because jeongin just loves stirring the pot.

“oh, uh yeah. i’ll be there.”

“what are you going to dress up as?” hyunjin clearly does not see how much you want to end this conversation - or maybe he does, and he just likes seeing you squirm. bitch.

“i don’t know yet.”

“the party’s tomorrow… and you still don’t know what you’re gonna be?”

“nope.”

“oh.”

hyunjin’s lips curl into a subtle smirk and you know he’s just dying for you to ask him the same thing, so you do.

“what are you dressing up as, hwang?”

his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he swings his backpack over one shoulder, “i guess you’ll just have to find out.”

and with that, he leaves you alone in the lecture hall with your professor, your half-packed bag, and your soaked panties.

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back in jeongin’s jetta as he gives you a ride home, you complain about hyunjin.

“he’s fucking with me on purpose, i just know it. god! he’s such a…. just like a little…. WEASEL! he’s a fucking weasel.”

“come on y/n, he’s not that bad,” jeongin sticks up for hyunjin, who is also his friend, mind you.

all you do is wave him off, “you don’t know how it feels to be played by a man that beautiful, innie.” 

jeongin throws in the towel, and the two of you drive along the paved roads of your town in silence. as you continue to move along you soon find 

“that forest still gives me the creeps.”

”come on, you seriously still don’t believe in all of that ‘lost john’ bullshit, do you?”

lost john’s forest is somewhat of a fable in your town; folklore, if you will. for ages people have been passing around this story about how a tourist named john who was exploring the town wandered into that forest one day to never be seen again. there are some variations, of course. some people say that they’ve seen john out and about, or that john was actually a cult leader and if you go into the woods you’re bound to get sacrificed. no one knows if john actually ever existed, or if the story is just all horseshit used as a cautionary tale to keep kids out of the forest at night.

doesn’t make it any less creepy though.

you huff as you stare at the endless sea of trees you’re driving past, “it’s not that i actually believe in it, it’s just that those stories come from somewhere, you know?”

jeongin doesn’t seem to understand the point you’re trying to get across, “...so?”

“so there’s gotta be at least some truth to them, right? or else where did they come from?”

“i don’t know y/n, i think it’s all made up to scare kids.” 

the two of you sit in silence for a moment as you pass the last stretch of lost john’s forest before being surrounded by houses, apartment complexes and coffee shops once again. 

“hey, do you know what costume hyunjin’s wearing to the party?” 

as soon as the question passes your lips you regret it, and your regret increases tenfold when a devilish smirk makes its way onto jeongins face.

“oh! i thought you’d gotten over hyunjin, but here you are asking what he’s dressing up as for halloween. interesting!” 

“oh my god jeongin shut the fuck up!! it’s not like that, he was just being a twat when i asked him about it in lecture today,” you huff in annoyance over your friends antics. and for the record you’ve never said that you were over hyunjin, just that you aren’t in love with him. 

“sure y/n, whatever you need to tell yourself,” jeongin laughs, clearly thinking that he’s won this little scuffle, “you need to figure out a costume though.”

“ugh i know.” you scratch your head tentatively, “what are you going as?”

“a banana”

you can’t help the chuckle that escapes your lips. is he for real?

“what’s so funny?” jeongin questions, his brow quirked. 

“really? a fucking banana?”

“what’s wrong with that?”

“it’s a dumb costume, that’s what’s wrong.”

“it’s not dumb y/n, you just have no taste.”

“oh i have plenty of taste - that’s how i can tell your costume is bad.”

“it’s not bad it’s just- why are you being such a bitch right now?”

“did you just call me a bitch??!”

“yes i did because you’re being one!!”

“okay well SORRY for telling you that your costume is STUPID!!!”

“oh yeah? well in that case good luck finding a way to jackson’s party because I’M NOT TAKING YOU ANYMORE!!!”

“FINE!”

“FINE!!”

“FUCK YOU JEONGIN!!”

“FUCK YOU Y/N!!!!!”

in a fit of blind rage you grab your bag and shove you way out of jeongin’s car, a gust of wind ruffling your clothes as he speeds off as soon as you slam the door behind you. he is totally in the wrong here. you were just being a good friend, looking out for him by telling him that he’s setting himself up to look like a total idiot.

a squeal sounds behind you as jeongin floors it away from your house, the smell of burning rubber lingering around where his car was moments ago. what an aquarius you think to yourself as you head into your house, tossing your bag to the floor with a thump as soon as you’re inside. whatever, fuck jeongin! you’ll show him that you can have fun without him.

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“okay, what about this one?”

seungmin is in your bedroom for the first time ever. 

which is weird, since the two of you have been friends for some time now. but hey, he’s here now eating chocolate covered pretzels while perched on the corner of your bed helping you pick out a costume for jackson’s halloween party.

“it’s cute.”

“... just cute? anything else?”

“i don’t know, you look… nice?”

you heave a sigh of frustration, “you know seungmin you really suck at this.”

he raises his hands in defence, “sorry! i’ve never done this before, you’re my only female friend.”

“yea yea whatever,” you command him to stop speaking with a wave of your hand, eyes flitting back and forth between the two costume options you’ve spread out on your floor and the one currently donning your body.

“so the final contenders are olive from easy a, slutty michael myers, and…” you look down at your legs, which are clad in the same black latex stockings you wore for halloween last year, “a sexy nun.”

seungmin shakes his head, “don’t do the last one, that’s blasphemous.”

“okay… sexy nun is out. i’m thinking easy a, you?”

seungmin ponders for a moment, his eyes squinted as he gazes at both the easy a and slutty mike myers costumes splayed across your carpeted floor. 

“i second that, your boobs will look killer in a corset,” he eventually attests before shoving a couple more chocolate covered pretzels in his mouth. 

you playfully smack his shoulder, “see min! you are good at choosing outfits.”

he just smirks in response before dusting the pretzel crumbs on his fingers off on his pants. with your arms full of discarded garments you head over to your closet, putting the clothing items of the unchosen costumes back in their place.

“hey can i ask you a question?” seungmin quips from your bed, where he’s now made himself comfortable by lying down and scrolling through twitter. 

“shoot,” you say while hanging up your navy blue jumpsuit.

seungmin pauses his scrolling to ask, “how come you didn’t ask jeongin to help you with this? i mean, not that i don’t like helping you or anything, but you guys are like always together.”

ugh. jeongin. just hearing his name makes you 

“we got into an argument,” you explain, opting to foresee the fact that said argument was over a fucking halloween costume, “he’s being petty, and i don’t want anything to do with him at the moment. and he keeps getting ”

seungmins brows raise momentarily before he responds, “it seems to me that both of you are being petty. also what happened with hyunjin?”

shit. you totally forgot seungmin isn’t caught up on everything that’s gone down. it’s his fault in all honesty, always opting to stay home instead of hanging out. 

“uhhh it’s nothing,” you decide now isn’t the best time to get into everything, “but hey, you’re supposed to be on my side here!”

“i am!!! but why don’t we forget about your drama and watch….. coraline. capisce?”

coraline does sound nice, so you tug on your pyjama pants and join seungmin on your bed to indulge in a fitting movie. 

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today is halloween.

today is halloween and you’re dreading it.

seungmin slept over last night and the two of you have been lounging around all day in preparation for tonight, which you are not looking forward to, what with both hyunjin and jeongin being there.

neither you nor jeongin have reached out to the other, both too stupid to be the first one to text the other and apologise. whatever, he’s the one who was up your ass about coming to this party, you’re gonna prove that you don’t have to follow him around like a lost dog at every function.

when it comes time to get ready you blast deftones and the twilight soundtrack (much to seungmins dismay) while painting your face. when it comes time to get into your outfit you recruit seungmin to help, making him stand behind you and yank the ties on your lacy black corset. with each tug you can feel the boning hug your ribs and stomach tighter and tighter before the mere action of breathing is uncomfortable.

it’s just for a couple hours you remind yourself while pulling on your black mini skirt and grabbing a pair of black sunnies from your vanity. the glossy scarlet red ‘a’ that you hand stitched onto the left breast of your corset last night glints in the mirror as you examine yourself, perfectly content with the costume you managed to pull off in less than 24 hours.

“holy shit, how can you breathe in that thing?” seungmin says as he stares at you from the same place on your bed, seemingly taken aback by the resilience of your rib cage.

“it’s for fashion, min! this halloween is all about reprisal, and i wanna look damn good while doing it.”

“okay shakespeare,” he jests before grabbing his costume from where it’s laying on the floor. it takes him a mere minute to throw on his outfit, and you envy him for it.

once you’re finally sure that you’re ready you toss a few tequila shots back in your kitchen as seungmin watches, stating he doesn’t wanna get fucked up tonight (when does he ever) but relents when you ask him to do at least one shot to keep him warm on the walk over to jackson’s.

the bite of the night autumn air has you questioning if you even want to go when you step out onto your porch, the leather jacket you borrowed from seungmin hanging from your shivering shoulders. no, you can’t back down now. with a skip in your step you all but drag seungmin off of your porch, those tequila shots slowly but surely making their way through your system.

by now many of the trick or treaters that lined the streets earlier in the evening have retired to bed, leaving the rest of the holiday to be celebrated by the mature population. so, the roads are mainly empty as you walk down them, the pavement damp and shiny.

when you arrive at jackson’s place you take pity on his neighbours, for the music is so loud it seems as if it might trigger a small earthquake. a few scattered groups of people are on the lawn but most are inside, and you can see the party raging through the front windows. seungmin doesn’t say anything, just shoots you a knowing look before the two of you make your way inside.

immediately upon entering you’re almost ploughed over by a guy in one of those blow up t-rex costumes, who barely spares a look at you before running away and continuing to wreak havoc.

“i don’t think I’m drunk enough for this min, we should just go,” you turn to leave but to your surprise are stopped by seungmin.

“come on y/n, we’re already here. let’s just stay for a bit, ok?” he reasons, and you relent with a dramatic sigh.

out of the corner of your eye you catch of glimpse of someone waving to you; actually, waving to seungmin, motioning him to head over there. you see 3 guys, one in a red power ranger suit, another in a green and yet another in a pink. the puzzle in your brain slowly pieces together as you glance down at seungmins blue power ranger suit.

don’t tell me….

the 3 guys pull off their masks at the same time, and you’re met with the grinning faces of jeongin (red), hyunjin (pink), and their friend jisung (green). and just to add more salt on the wound, a boy name felix whom you’ve meet a handful of times shows up with his friends dressed in a yellow ranger suit. stupid! you should’ve know seungmin was a part of a group costume, who would dress up as a solo power ranger?

“why didn’t you tell me that you were doing a stupid group costume with jeongin and hyunjin!” you sock seungmin in the shoulder.

“i didn’t think it mattered!” he whines while rubbing the spot where you punched him.

“well it does, because now we have to spend the whole night with them,” you whine, although what you said isn’t necessarily true. you’re just salty because seungmin is supposed to be on your side in this whole debacle, and because jeongin decided to change his costume after your quarrel in his car the other day.

much to your dismay, seungmin wraps his bony fingers around your wrist and drags you towards the group of his friends, towards your doom. as soon and jeongin realizes you’re headed this way he departs, running up the stairs like the coward he is.

“seungmin! you made it!” jisung exclaims, clearly already a couple drinks in and clearly unable to sense the tension between you and everyone else.

“haha, yep!” seungmin answers sheepishly as you wrench your wrist free from his grasp. traitor!

you sulk as you listen to felix, seungmin and jisung talk about god knows what, probably video games or baseball or something stupid. it doesn’t help that you can overhear parts of hyunjins conversation with the girl that felix brought. thankfully, you’re blessed with the gift of being able to tune everything out if you so chose, so you stand there in silence and dream about going home.

it isn’t long until you can sense a looming presence beside you, and you snap out of your stupor to see hyunjin standing only a few feet away from you. the way his eyes scan the expanse of your body doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“so,” he starts, arms widespread in a clear gesture to his costume, “what do you think?”

“geez, and people say girls dress like sluts. you know i can see your whole dick print, right?” you taunt,

“nothing you haven’t seen before,” he sneers while his eyes scan the length of your body, hyper focusing on the red ‘a’ sewn into your corset, “what…. what are you?”

how uncultured!

“olive from easy a. you know, emma stone’s character?” you state matter of factly, arms folded across your chest.

“never seen it.”

“really?” you ask, genuinely shocked since hyunjin seems to love fun cult classics. and because he’s friends with seungmin, who's seen about every movie under the sun.

“really,” he reaches over and picks up his drink from where he left it on the counter, “off topic, but a couple people about to play truth or dare in one of the bedrooms upstairs, you should come. or don’t, i don’t care.”

and with that the boy dressed as the pink ranger turns on his heel and walks away, patting whoever was dressed in the yellow ranger costume on the back as a signal to hit the road.

truth or dare? for real? didn’t realise this was a high school party.

you make your way over to seungmin, who’s busy playing with the pop tab attached to the lid of his mikes hard lemonade. it’s clear he doesn’t really plan on talking to anyone else all night, and is only here because you dragged him and he had a duty to fulfil as a result of being part of a group costume.

“they’re about to play truth or dare upstairs min, can you believe that?” you scoff, feeling your cheeks warm up as a result of the alcohol you’ve consumed.

seungmin makes a noise of agreeance, his lip quirking upwards as he responds, “for real? that game is just so…. childish.”

both of you nod before looking at the floor, you drawing small circles with your feet and seungmin playing with his pop tab again.

“but it is kinda fun, you know?” seungmin speaks up first.

“no you’re right,” silence again, and then you add, “should we go join?”

all seungmin does is nod and pass you your drink before the two of you make your way upstairs, opening to the door to a bathroom and accidentally interrupting some kind of fuck session before finding the correct bedroom and slinking inside.

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a messy circle of people meets you when you enter, with everyone sitting on the floor or bed or chairs that were definitely stolen from the dining room. there aren't a ton of people, maybe 13 or so, but you seem to know everyone at least to a certain extent.

“nice costume, y/n,” jeongin practically emerges form the shadows to sneer at you, his voice laced with poison.

“thanks jeongin, it is a nice costume. what happened to you going as a banana? did you heed my advice and finally realise it was a stupid idea?”

all he does is scoff at this, choosing not to retort for the sake of looking like the bigger person.

“jeez, you guys are really pissed at each other, huh?” seungmin remarks while grabbing your wrist and dragging you away from jeongin in case you were about to reach up and slap him.

you don’t respond, but the sour look on your face says it all.

“alright guys, let’s get this started!” hyunjin announces to the room full of people, and all of the individual chatter dies down, “the game is truth or dare, as you all know, but we wanted to make it extra frightening for halloween. jeongin?”

jeongin stalks over to hyunjin, and you’re worried for what he has planned.

“if you do not fulfil your truth or dare, you will face a penalty. that penalty is doing a shot,” he takes a breath, “and showing the entire circle the last nude you sent.”

chaos. everyone erupts in anger at jeongin’s sick idea of a punishment.

“come on jeongin, that is so over the top,” one of the other girls in the room, chaeryeong, shouts above everyone else.

all jeongin does is raise his arms in a shrug, clearly loving playing the villain. ugh, you’re so over him.

“rules are rules you guys! we want to make sure people are following through on their dares! or truths, of course.”

he does have a point there, but still, his rules are a bit excessive.

the room quiets down and a few people decide to get up and leave, opting to not take the risk of exposing themselves if they get stuck with a particularly damning truth or dare.

“great, lets get this show on the road then,” jeongin acts as the ringleader and gets everyone settled, “who wants to go first?”

“me! i wanna go!” jeongins friend felix, the yellow ranger, throws his hand in the air.

“ok felix, truth or dare?”

the rest of the party can be heard as the room falls silent to let felix think, allowing him time to ponder since he was the first to volunteer.

“i’ll go dare,” he finally announces, and a chorus of ooooo’s sound as everyone waits to hear what felix has in store for him.

“i dare you,” jeongin ponders, trying to come up with something juicy and exciting, “to give us your best strip tease!”

everyone shrieks and felix hangs his head in embarrassment before standing up, clearly not backing down from the challenge. someone turns on pony by ginuwine and everyone shrieks even louder as felix starts doing his best strip tease, filled with body rolls and thigh grabbing as he peels the top part of his yellow power ranger costume off, exposing his defined abs and smooth back in the process.

after a couple minutes everyone agrees that he’s done enough and he pulls his costume back one before plopping back down in his seat, his cheeks and ears a bright cherry red. nevertheless, a triumphant smile is plastered on his face as everyone cheers for him having successfully completed the first dare.

the game continues without a hitch; chaeryeong confesses that her first wet dream was about hiccup from how to train your dragon, seungmin has to do a blowjob shot from between felix’s legs (you almost thought he was going to accept the penalty), and you find out that the weirdest place jisung has had sex was in a mcdonald’s bathroom.

suddenly jeongin locks eyes with you and you, knowing that he’s probably had one too many drinks at this point, feel a sense of dread settle in the pit of your stomach.

“y/n! your turn, truth or dare.”

you know that whatever you choose it’s gonna be bad, so you opt to bite the bullet and just go for it.

“uhhhhhh ok, dare.”

in that moment it looks as if jeongin has quite literally embodied the devil himself and you know that you’ve chosen wrong. all you can do is brace yourself for whatever dare he’s about to challenge you to - which you’ll have to fulfill for the sake of not looking like a loser.

“i dare you,” he smiles, “to spend 10 minutes exploring lost john’s forest.”

the room goes silent.

no fucking way. does he want you to die???!!

seungmin comes to your rescue, “come on jeongin, that's a little too intense for a game, don’t you think?”

“a dare is a dare! if y/n doesn’t want to do it she’ll just have to face the penalty instead.”

everyone continues to look around the room tentatively, waiting to see what happens next. most gazes are fixed on you, eyes with with worry and excitement, but some stare at jeongin.

“come on, do you guys seriously still believe in all of those bullshit urban legends? that stuff is just for kids, we’re all adults now!” jeongin speaks up and sips his beer as if to further prove his point.

“regardless of if those rumours are true or not, don’t you think it’s unsafe for y/n to be out in a forest this late at night? you know, alone?” this comes from hyunjin, and you’re surprised he’s sticking up for you.

only after hyunjin’s comment do you see jeongin’s tough guy facade start to waver, but he holds his ground, “y/n’s a big girl, she can speak for herself.”

suddenly everyone’s gaze is on you. dear god, why on earth did you come to this party??

“you know what, fine. fiiiine!!!! i’ll do it,” you declare as you stand up, adjusting your skirt that had shifted in place while you were seated. jeongin’s face deadpans, and that alone is enough to give you the courage

“wait, how will we know if she actually goes to lost john’s forest though? what if she just waits outside and then comes back in 10 minutes later?” jisung quips, and you’re tempted to reach out and slap him across the face. bitch.

“that’s a good point,” jeongin pauses to think, “ok fine, someone should go with her to make sur-”

“i’ll go,” hyunjin volunteers before standing up a little too quickly, which is evident in the way he wobbles slightly before catching his balance.

jeongin’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull at this; it’s clear he wants you to have the worst night ever, meaning being alone in a forest with a guy you have the hots for is strictly off the table “wait no, someone else should go.”

“why? i’m fully capable of escorting y/n to and from lost john’s to make sure nothing bad happens. besides, does anyone else want to volunteer as an escort?” hyunjin retorts before waiting expectantly.

the circle of people sit there, unmoving. after a few seconds seungmin slowly moves to raise his hand but a dirty scowl from hyunjin makes him freeze.

“right then, it’s settled. let’s go y/n” he states while grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the door of the bedroom you’re in.

you look back at jeongin over your shoulder, who clearly isn’t pleased. all you do is shoot him a cheeky half smile before following hyunjin out the room, down the stairs and into the night.

.･:*◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤Ξ ҉ ◢▅◣Ξ ҉ ◥▅◤☾*:･

standing at the edge of lost johns forest, you think you might pass out.

but you neglect to tell hyunjin that.

“you ready?” he asks while shooting you a comforting look, his words have no trace of teasing or mockery.

you look at the vast expanse of trees in front you. it looks as if it stretches on forever and ever, and you gulp as you think of all the possible things that could be inside, waiting for you and hyunjin to enter before striking.

that being said, you’d rather do this with him than do it alone.

“let’s just get this over with. the sooner we’re done here the sooner we’ll get back and I can strangle jeongin.”

hyunjin laughs before offering you his hand, which you take and pray that he doesn’t care about how shaky you are.

making sure to take note of the time on your phone you head into the forest, feeling twigs and leaves snap and crunch under your feet. the exposed skin on your legs stings as a cold gust of wind blows, the trees offering minimal protection.

“you know if you ignore all of the creepy stories about this place, it’s actually quite nice. so quiet…” hyunjin aloud.

“if you’re trying to make me feel better, it’s not working.”

a branch snaps, an owl hoots, you exhale shakily. it’s dark, but the scarcity of leaves still attached to their trees allows for just enough moonlight to seep through the spindly branches. soon enough, the two of you stumble upon a small-ish clearing, opting to stay there as opposed to trekking further and getting lost.

“jesus I hate this, how long has it been?” you ask hyunjin while rubbing your arms in an attempt to wake them up.

“it’s been…. 2 minutes.”

that’s it. this is the worst experience of your life. you are actually going to kill jeongin.

“come on y/n, it’s not that bad in here. at least you have me!” hyunjin tries to comfort you, but you can tell that he’s nervous just like you are.

“please, as if you’d be able to protect me from anything,” you tease, but when hyunjin doesn’t bite back you worry that you’ve struck a nerve, “i am glad you’re here with me, though.”

“i would’ve volunteered to go with anyone, honestly.”

“really?”

“...no.”

a small smile creeps it’s way onto your face at this, and not matter how hard you try you can’t wipe it off.

“sooo you volunteered to go with me because…?”

“because i have…… feelings….” he looks at you, and then looks at the ground, “for you….”

the word that comes to mind upon hearing hyunjins confession is satisfying. satisfying because you’ve known that he’s had feelings for you since the summer, he’s just a shithead. so, you feel satisfied.

“and i know it’s probably unfair for me to say this but i can’t stop thinking about you and i know that this is also the absolute worst place to confess but-“

he doesn’t say anything after that.

he doesn’t say anything because you press your pout against his, breathing in his scent as he kisses you back.

no words need to be exchanged as you briefly pull away before going in for more, hyunjins lips your absolute favourite drug that you crave day and night. a groan escapes hyunjins mouth and he moves to wrap his hand around the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in and tugging on your hair as he pushes you yo against a nearby tree.

with your head tilted to the side you weasel your tongue past his slippery teeth and into his mouth, sliding against his own. both of you parrot each others moans of desire as your hands explore the expanse of hyunjins back and shoulders.

you feel so cold when he pulls away from you, like your only source of heat has been ripped away from you eternally. when you pry your eyes open, not before a dissatisfied huff passes your lips, you see hyunjin descending.

it appears as if he sinks to his knees in slo-mo, eyes never leaving yours as he kisses his way from your knee to the inside of your thigh. with deft fingers he reaches under your skirt and hooks the waistband of your panties around his fingers before dragging them down your legs and tossing them to the side, soon to be forgotten.

“hyunjin,” you breathe, voice already shaky as you anticipate what’s to come (you). he doesn’t say anything, just grabs your right calf and swings your leg over his shoulder, his face now a mere few inches away from your pussy. it feels as if you’re on display for his eyes only, forced to watch as he sucks and nips at your thighs while leaving dark bruises and bite marks in his wake. slowly be surely he inches closer to the place where you want- no, need him most.

when the tip of his wet, pink tongue drags through your cunt your breath catches in your throat. he continues to offer only feeble kitten licks, and soon enough it has you craving more and more, his actions not enough to fulfil the growing desire you can feel boiling inside of you.

with outstretched fingers you reach out and grip a fistful of his raven hair, pulling on it and all but shoving his face impossibly closer to your wet, hot pussy. the tip of his nose nudges your clit, and the one leg that you’re balanced on almost buckles.

“you taste so good, honey,” hyunjin confesses while lazily dragging his fat tongue through your pussy, “sweet like candy.”

“ ‘s just for you, hyun,” your heads rolls back between your shoulders, resting on the tree behind you. for the moment you elect to forget where you are, focusing on the cute boy between your legs instead of the darkness of the surrounding forest that threatens to swallow you whole.

hyunjin cycles between sucking at your clit and teasing your hole with his tongue, a combo which, although has you seeing stars, is not enough to bring you to release.

“more, jinnie,” you plea, the pet name rumbling past your lips before you can catch yourself.

“you need more, baby?” hyunjin coos while gazing up at you, his eyes foggy and plump lips swollen and glossy. the hand of his that’s been laying dormant on your thigh moves to cup your pussy, groping you before he slides his index and middle fingers through your folds.

in one deft movement he slips his digits inside of you, his tongue poking and flicking your clit at the same time. your needy whines grow louder and echo around you, the goosebumps on your skin now from arousal and not from the cold.

hyunjin continues to finger you at a relaxed pace, his mouth traversing between stimulating your aching clit and nipping at the sensitive skin of your upper thigh. his eyes never leave yours however, and you feel as if you might slip and fall into his gaze, unable to escape.

“one more?” god you sound pathetic, but you don’t care at this point, “please?”

wordlessly, hyunjin slips his ring finger into your cunt. the stretch is subtle but has you yearning for your sweet release. the grip you have on his hair tightens, and you rock your hips against his face to help bring yourself closer and closer to your orgasm. the moans that leave his mouth in response to you tugging on the roots of his hair vibrate through your core, leaving you a stuttering, whiny mess above him.

“jinnie, I think i’m gonna-“ a desperate moan escapes you when hyunjin wraps his lips around your sensitive bud once more, sucking in tandem with the thrusts of his fingers.

over the volume of your own moans and the howl of the wind you can hear the squelching of your wet pussy as hyunjin finger bangs you until you cum all over his hand, his palm and chin sticky with your juices.

your heart drums in your chest as you slowly come back to earth, the warm body between your legs now gone and standing in front of you.

hyunjin looks as if he wants to eat you, swallow you whole, with hair a mess and cheeks splotchy and pink. through his costume you can see he’s hard, his cock begging to be released from the fabric prison it’s confined to.

he kisses you again and you can taste yourself on his tongue, fighting off any embarrassment you feel with the justification that getting your pussy devoured by him felt so fucking good.

your tongue slots against hyunjins inside of his mouth, and you feel him move to push his pants and briefs down to allow his cock to spring free. his sticky warmth mouth is pulled from yours and you watch as he pumps his dick several times to get himself fully hard.

his cock is long and veiny with a slight curve that has you practically drooling all over his feet. of course you’ve seen it before, but it’s been so long and you’ve thought about it so much.

his tip is a dark shade of pink as he moves to drag it through your cunt, allowing it to kiss your still sensitive clit which sends a jolt through your body. not wanting to waste any time, hyunjin wraps the same leg that was sling over his should a few moments ago around his waist. with one hand grubbing your thigh and the other gripping the base of his cock, he slowly sinks into you, allow you to feel every inch of his aching shaft.

“oh god, hyunjin,” you cry, feeling so full after months and months of feeling so empty. hyunjin breathes through his nostrils, attempting to control himself as he bottoms out in your tight hot pussy.

the bark of the tree that you’re pinned up against scratches and digs at the skin of your shoulders and upper back but you’re too drunk on hyunjin to care. all you care about is his cock that’s fucking into you, his tongue that’s tracing your jawline, his curious hand that reaches into your corset and pulls out your breasts.

his mouth makes its way from your neck down to your chest, where he deftly takes your left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before giving the same treatment to the other.

your legs cramp as you spread them apart as far as possible given your current position, doing your best to accommodate hyunjins dancer hips. his hips that move so fluidly against you, rolling upwards and grinding against your cunt with each thrust.

every time hyunjins tongue rolls across your tit you can feel it in your core contributing to the small fire that’s growing with every move he makes. one of your hands finds purchase in his hair again and the other finding stability by gripping his shoulder,

“jinnie, hngh-“ you stutter and whine embarrassingly, thankful for the fact that there’s no one around to hear how desperate you are. hyunjins pace picks up and he pumps his cock into you faster, harder, deeper. your limbs turn to jelly as he fucks you with no restraint.

“fuck y/n, I’m so close,” is all he can pant after pulling himself off of your tits, the hair at the base of his neck damp with sweat despite how cold it is outside. the walls of your pussy flutter around his cock as you’re on the brink of your orgasm, waiting to feel your release wash over you.

it only takes a few more thrusts to send you spiralling, creaming all over hyunjins cock as he finishes inside of you. his cum feels hot and heavy inside of you and it warms you to the core on this cold fall night.

the heat you feel in your cunt slowly begins to wane, and you whimper when hyunjin pulls his now soft cock from your hole that’s dripping with his cum; some of it sticks to your thighs.

with a chaste kiss to your lips hyunjin pulls away, fixing himself up before helping you adjust your corset and reaching down to grab your phone that had fallen to the forest floor.

the blue screen almost blinds you when you turn it on, and you’re met with several missed texts from jeongin.

[12:55] jeongin: okay y/n it’s been like 15 minutes you guys can come back now

[1:03] jeongin: seriously y/n it’s been a while, people are starting to worry

[1:04] jeongin: not me of course, but other peopl

[1:16] jeongin: ok y/n this isn’t funny anymore, i get that you’re pissed at me but seriously you guys need to come back

[1:19] jeongin: unless…. the lost john legends are true

[1:19] jeongin: oh god

“this shithead,” you mutter, opting to leave him on read for now

you glance at hyunjin, who’s standing there awkwardly, looking at the moon through the branches of the trees.

“do you wanna come back to my place? i don’t really feel like going back to the party,” he says in a way that seems like he’s bracing himself for you to say no, “we can watch easy a? you know, since i’ve never seen it.”

you stretch out your hand, encouraging him to take it.

“yea, I’d like that,” you say before the two of you make your way out of the forest before strolling down the street under the yellow glow of the moon

.･:*◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤Ξ ҉ ◢▅◣Ξ ҉ ◥▅◤☾*:･

a/n: apologies if the smut seems rushed I wrote it on a bus lol

[beom9yus]

please. -choi yeonjun x reader

: afab!reader x yeonjun — you’re watching a movie when you notice yeonjun acting a little weird. the morning after is when things really start to unfold…

: sub!yeonjun, sex w/o condom, slapping yeonjun’s ass a lot lol…, a little bit of oral?yeonjun receiving, totally fucked out and overstimulated yeonjun of course—i know how i like to write him teehee, kinda soft at the end[no pun intended]

: 2k words — happy very late yeonjun birthday!!

Today was weekly movie night.

A night where all of you guys hung out together and watched a movie of whoever’s choice it was. Last week was your turn, and this time it was Soobin’s. 

“Soobin bro, what kind of movie is this?! Why’re we watching Fifty Shades of Gray as a group you weirdo,” Beomgyu was bickering with Soobin about his movie choice. 

Soobin only scoffed and crossed his arms, his bunny lips in a pout while he talks, “Hey! It was my turn this week, and this is the movie I want to watch so suck it up! It’s probably not even that bad and you guys are making a big deal out of it!” As they continued bickering, you couldn’t help but laugh at how crazy they both are. You turn to Taehyun, who’s on his phone scrolling, not paying any mind to the argument. He’s only here to spend quality time with the group anyways. You turn to see that Kai was also watching them bicker with a smile on his face, they were too entertaining. 

Finally, your eyes were on Yeonjun. You were sitting next to him and he looked…nervous? He’s never this quiet, like, ever. Worried, you touch his arm, not missing the way he jumped a little while he turns his head to look at you. You wish you could stop the way your heart beats rapidly, almost scared it was going to pound out of your chest. Maybe you liked Yeonjun. Ok, you did like him, but nobody had to know. You don’t want to ruin anything, things are already perfect and you don't want anything to change. 

“Y/n..?” 

You finally snapped out of your hazy thinking, eyes finally looking at the pretty orange-dyed hair man in front of you. “Oh, sorry, I spaced out.” He just smiles at you and nods. “Um, but, are you okay Jjun? You seem kind of..like, nervous or something. Are you hurt? Or do you feel unwell?” Yeonjun just looks at you, finally registering your words and shaking his head quickly, “ah no, no, I’m okay, really.” Staring at him unconvinced, you tell him alright and sit back to your original spot. You see that Soobin was finally putting on the movie, even against Beomgyu’s wishes. You giggle as you hear Taehyun finally make a remark at Soobin for being a pervert, Soobin frowning and pouting, and everyone else laughing. You see that Yeonjun only lets out a dry chuckle, not really laughing. You turn back to finally talk again amongst the group, and he just couldn’t help but to look at you from the side of his eyes, thinking about things you’d probably never find out.  

The movie was alright, it wasn’t as crazy as everyone thought it’d be, until it was getting to those kinds of scenes. You could tell the group was feeling awkward, from the way they coughed and were the most silent they’d ever been since you met them. There was a scene now where she was laid out on his lap, getting hit and slapped on her ass with a peg and his hands, hearing her cry out in pain and pleasure, and you felt a shift on your right side where Yeonjun was sitting. You slowly, trying not to make it too obvious, try to look at him. He had a look you haven’t seen on him before, and a couch pillow on his lap. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to avoid eye contact with you, suddenly his face seemed way too focused on looking concentrated, staring at the screen. Weird….you try to shake off the strange thought that appears in the back of your head as you continue watching the movie. 

Throughout the movie, you see and feel Yeonjun shift constantly. You really want to ask him what’s wrong.

The movie was finally over. The guys are chatting now, laughing and making jokes about it now that the awkwardness is over. “I think Soobin should never be able to choose a movie again honestly,” Beomgyu said. With this single comment, bickering erupts in the room again. Also again, you see the way Yeonjun looks uncomfortable. He makes short eye contact with you, before quickly getting up and scurrying to his room without saying a word. The group watched as he left, and once they heard his door shut, they bursted out in obnoxious laughter. You didn’t laugh, you wanted to know if the reason they’re laughing is the actual reason he left. Of course you wanted to go into his room, wanting to talk to him more, stare at him so long that maybe you’ll seem like a creep, but you can’t help it, he’s too cute. But you know this probably isn’t the right time. As you all head to your rooms, you stop at Yeonjun’s door, wanting to knock, but going against it. 

The rest of the night was normal, you didn’t see him again, sadly. As you slowly drift to sleep, you imagine Yeonjun in your head, wanting to know what it’d be like to be with him. 

You wake up groggily, stretching your arms and feeling the sun hit your face as you yawn. You realize it was quiet, they must’ve left to practice or something, as they usually do. It wasn’t strange for your roommates to not be at home, being in a dance group required a lot of practicing, so they were out of the house a lot. You paid it no mind, scrolling on your phone for a few minutes before you slowly get up, feeling tired for no reason. 

You enter your restroom, wanting to finally get ready for the day. You were finally done brushing your teeth, until you heard a cry come from across the hall, sounding like it was from Yeonjun’s room. You felt your body still as you got goosebumps, running your fingertips against the skin, feeling fear in your stomach. What and who was that? Aren’t they all supposed to be at practice today? Are they actually home? No, like you realized as soon as you woke up, it was way too quiet for them to be at home. All these thoughts start running through your head as you tiptoe towards the room, cries and moans getting closer. They sound as if someone was getting fucked. Fear hitting you again, you start thinking, ‘what if some hobos broke in and are having sex on Yeonjun’s bed??’ Yeah, that’s ridiculous, you almost laughed at your own crazy thoughts when you hear another—moan? You slowly pluck up the courage to slowly open the door, and that’s when you see a sight you’ll never forget. 

Yeonjun was naked, legs spread out on his bed while holding his weeping dick in one hand and another on his neck. He doesn’t seem to have heard you from the loud sounds he was making. Your mouth went dry as you just stared at him, unable to process what was happening. You were about to slowly leave, hoping to save both of you from embarrassment and awkwardness, until you heard your name coming from his lips. “Y/n….” You thought he knew you were there in the doorway, just watching him like a weirdo, until you realized his eyes were still locked shut. You could see the way his cheeks were a pretty pink, his mouth opening and closing as he whimpered, “Pl-please y/n…been bad…”

Huh?

 He was writhing in the bed, hand still on his neck. You couldn’t believe what your ears were hearing. You could see the way his thumbed on his dark pink tip, spreading his precum around his head as he continued to jerk off. You couldn’t handle it any longer, he wanted you, and clearly from the current state of your panties, you wanted him back. You quietly get closer as you start to sit next to him on the bed, “Jjunie..” 

He lets out a small yelp as he quickly opens his eyes, as they immediately land on you. “Y/N..?!” You watch as he tries to cover himself up with anything. “I-I’m so sorry…I..I thought they’d all left!! I really thought you went with them! I’m so stupid I should’ve checked your location or something…I’m really sorry. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry y/n.” You see that he puts his face in his hands. It seemed like he was..crying? You panic as you reach over and remove his hands and grab his face by his chin with one hand. His eyes were red, his cheeks still pink, and his face wet from tears, you guess he was crying from embarrassment. Cute. “Oh my poor Yeonjun,” you coo. “Why’re you crying?”

 He avoids eye contact and hiccups as he responds, “was thinking of you when doing that, I know you’re disgusted and I’ve ruined everything, I’m sorry.” Seeing him in this state ignited something in you, maybe it was that one scene of the movie from last night, but the roles here were reversed. 

“Jjunie, you’ve been bad haven’t you..?” You smirk down at him as he finally holds eye contact. You watch his eyes go wide as he slowly shakes his head yes against your hand, finally processing what was happening. With your other hand bunched into his hair, you pull his head back. “What were you imagining Yeonjun?” You see the way he opens and close his mouth, biting his lips in the process. He shakes his head no, he doesn’t want you to know his dirty and perverted thoughts. “C’mon, you can tell me, I’ve already seen everything.” He cries out and you see his dick twitch, making you feel a sudden urge to grab it. As bad as you wanted to, you didn’t. With your hand still holding the back of his hair, you lean down to kiss him. He immediately kissed you back hungrily, teeth hitting each other and mouths making out messily. You stop kissing him soon after as you tug on the back of his head again. Hearing him hiss at the action, you ask him again, “Jjunie, tell me what you were imagining.” He’s still shaking his head no, not wanting to tell you.

 “Fine.”

In a swift movement, you have his body over your thighs now. You can feel his tip rubbing against one of them as you start scraping your nails against his broad back. “Tell me Yeonjun.” Even though he’s humiliated from the position, he says no. “Don’t want to. You’re never gunna see me th-the same.” You say nothing as your palm makes contact against his bare ass, hearing a yell come from him. You soothe over the skin, already pink, and you don’t miss the way he shakes a little after the hit. You can feel his precum start to drip down your thigh at this point.

“Tell me now. Look how I have you already, nothing’s going to change my view on you now, you’re all pathetic and nasty for me.” Hearing nothing from him as he whimpers and slightly cries, you slap his ass again. This time he lets out a strangled moan, and you see the way he bites his lips and the way his eyes roll back. “I already know you’re dirty,” you whisper against his ear as you hit him again, “look at you, practically cumming just from me hitting your ass, aren’t you ashamed?” Yeonjun just puts his hands on his face as he tries to cover up another moan, and you feel him thrust lightly against your thigh like a shy animal.

“I’m going to leave if you don’t tell me.” You see his orange hair move as his head shoots up, eyes wide, “Y/n, no!! D-don’t leave please..’m so close…please…” you stare at him for a while until you respond. “Tell. Me. Or I will leave. You want me to stay right Jjunie?” This time he shakes his head quickly in a nod, “I was..was thinking about you having me like this, bent over your lap, and you smacking me the way you are now, just like in that movie. Wanted it so bad. Also want to fuck you, please.” “You could’ve just told me you know,” you start running your hands over his body, liking seeing him shake. He licks his lips as he looks back at you, “thought you didn’t like me like this, I was too scared.” 

You smile as you respond, “I’ve..liked you for some time now Yeonjun. Always thinking about you.” You didn’t realize he could blush any harder. Now he’s thrusting hard against your thigh again, whining and mewling as you see drool leave his mouth a little. You loved it, seeing how pathetic and how badly he wanted to get off. Giving him one last hard slap, you heard his mewl loudly, eyes furrowed, still rutting against your skin, he opens his mouth wide, “Y/n! Ffffuuuuck” he’s still whimpering and shaking as you felt your thigh become warm, his cum dripping down. You grab his shirt he must’ve taken off earlier and clean yourself.

You then tapped him, signaling him to lay down on the bed, and he did so, probably thinking you were about to cuddle him or something. Yeah, right.

You love seeing his fucked out face. He’s sweaty, his hair is a wet mess, drool still on the side of his mouth, trailing down to his jawline, and he’s breathing heavily. You watch his chest heave up and down quickly, still regaining his composure from his high. You get up, removing your tank top, along with your shorts and underwear, looking over at Yeonjun who still had his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath. You crawl over to him and he opens his eyes now, looking up at you. He quickly glances over to your naked body, making a cute sound that you think might be a held back whine.

You smile at him like a cat, knowing what you were about to do was a little evil, but he couldn’t just leave you like this, right?

“Hey.”

He smiles back, letting out a breathless “hi.” You start to kiss him and he kisses you back, this time the kiss being slow and passionate. “Need you Yeonjun.” “Y/n…I, I can’t, need some time, okay?” You frown as you grab his soft dick and he hisses from the overstimulation. “Y/n…please…feels so overwhelming!” He once again, had his eyes rolling back as he moaned and shook. You lower your face until you’re face to face with his dick, giving him a lick. You hear him loudly grunt. You feel his dick hardening. Still giving him small licks, you look up to see him, “please Jjunie?” He looks down at you, tears wetting his face once again from how much overwhelming pleasure he’d felt. He gives you a slow nod, as you get up and start to align him against your slit. You lower yourself down on him, biting your lip and breathing deep and slow, finally feeling full from his pretty and thick dick. You press your hand down against his neck softly, and you see the way he starts to bite his lips harshly. He likes it.

You start grinding down on his dick, and you feel his hands grip your hips hard enough to give you bruises. “Feels so gooooood,” he thrusted up into you messily, becoming a slurring mess, saying nonsensical things, the only things you could make out were your name and “good.” His hair is slicked on his forehead now from how much he’s been sweating, and you could feel yourself building up an orgasm from his length hitting you right where it needed to. He regularly opened his eyes to stare at your boobs bouncing along with you, holding back from lifting up his body to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You started switching hands from getting tired of having one on his neck, and every time you pressed down on it, he would moan.

Yeonjun felt the way your soft and warm walls started sputtering around him, he was also so close to coming, but he wanted you to come first so badly. He wanted to see you encased in pleasure, only feeling good, because of him. He moved one of his hands off your hips and pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing and watching your reactions through his blurry vision. Seeing how you moved against one specific pressure and speed, he continued, loving seeing your body twitch and spasm. You start to feel the knot in your stomach come undone as you look down on Yeonjun again, seeing his face in bliss. This sent you over the edge, you start shaking hard, feeling Yeonjun’s thumb still on your clit, making the same movements. You feel your walls clench down on his dick, as if trying to milk him for his cum and he cries out, almost sobbing, feeling himself spill his seed into you.

Body tired, you slowly lay on his body, both of you recuperating from your highs and breathing hard. He looks down at you, “I should’ve told you about what I wanted sooner if I knew this would happen,” he thinks for a while and gives you a kiss on your head, “and, I’ve liked you for a while too. If a while is about two days after you moved in.” You laugh softly as you bury yourself into his chest.

You were too tired to give back a response, knowing he knows you feel the same, and simply nodding your head against his chest. You both drifted asleep, not caring about him still being in you. 

[hobies-princealbert]

Head Empty. Thinking about high!plug!fontaine n high!reader. He’d def be the plug that flirts with her and gives her deals and one day he asks her to smoke wit him for free and they just start making out in his car listening to music. 😱😱😱

gurl the new pfp frightened me a bit ngl 💀💀

but coming right up! i took some creative liberties cuz i kinda forgot to double check what your ask said. im srry its just once i got that ball rolling, i couldn't stoppp ( ´,_ゝ`)

plug! fontaine x high! reader | (the nsfw is below the cutting off)

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♤ taine wasn't exactly your first choice for a plug. he was a well known dealer in the glen, but the things he was known for made you hesitant. he was a no nonsense type dealer, he gives a price, you pay on time. if you can't do as simple as that then you wasting his time. and knowing you were tight on money sometimes, you decided it best to stick to the plugs you knew.

♤ but twelve wack ass joints later, you found yourself sitting in a certain green cadillac that you never thought you'd set foot in. both of you sat in silence for a few seconds, only a few feet away from each other.

♤ you patiently watched as he tried to light his spliff with the faulty lighter. growing more frustrated, he soon tossed the lighter onto the dash, then turned to you expectantly. and as if you could read his mind, you pulled your lighter and held it up for him to take.

♤ he stared at you for a bit, you felt as if you body was on fire. he had a pair of the scariest eyes you've ever seen. and he kept those eyes on you the entire time. not once looking away.

♤ you felt him wrap around your wrists. he pulled your hands closer to his face. your entire body became solid rock. all you could hear was your heart beating in your ears. the grip on your wrists were slack, giving you enough leeway to pull back if you wanted to. but something about the way he looked at you, made you stay still for him.

♤ he motioned for you to light the joint. you obliged. the orange glow of the flame made his eyes even more sinister. god he's terrifying. hot but, terrifyingly hot. once it was lit, he leaned back and let your wrist fall from his grasp. he took two puffs before he passed it over. " 'ere. take it. ' tell me if 'sgood enough."

♤ your breath was shaky as you inhaled the smoke. it was strong, definitely would get you fucked up in less than a minute. you handed it back to him. "you barely took tha' shi'. come 'ere."

♤ he placed the blunt back between his lips, as he settles one of his hands behind your head. "was he gonna gimme a shotgun right now. he's not....is he?" you let your brain rambled for bit till a low "open" brought you back.

♤ taine never does this, especially with cilents. but he took an interest in you. you seemed nervous, unlike most of his clients that just want their quick fix. and it helps that you weren't bad looking either. kinda cute in fact.

♤ but that didn't mean he wasn't fed up from watching your pretty little lips not taking his blunt properly. that shit ain't cheap. but you took the shot gun gave you pretty well. he saw how the smoke made your eyes a little teary, so he wiped a couple away before he let you go.

♤ you stared at him for a bit. he found you amusing that's for sure. and while he was trying to subside a smirk, you were trying to calm the ache between your legs. god you needed to get out this car before you did something you regret. but would you regret it? from the way his pants seemed to be stiffening, he probably felt the same way.

♤ reaching into his jacket he pulled a small plastic baggy,,that looked to contain at least 5 grams. your eyes went wide. this was way more than the agreed amount, that's at least $45 bucks, you didn't have that much on you. shit shit shit.

♤ "easy ma, this one's on the house" and with that you became one of his regulars. and his favorite at that.

♤ of course you became his favorite. i mean he'd never let a customer come over his house. much less one sit on his couch, smoke his blunt and watch a show on his tv.

♤ he certainly wouldn't let a customer stretch their legs across his lap either. or let one inch closer to him than appropriate, to the point where they made it onto his lap. he didnt mind, it definitely did help him relieve the ache between his legs. and he wasn't opposed to the way you let him kiss alongside your jaw, and even suck a couple marks into your skin.

♤ no regular of his ever let him pull down their shorts and toss them to god knows where. he's never gotten on his knees and licked a fat stripe along over their panties. never has he had to pull said panties to the side just so he could finally get a good look at how at your cunt.

♤ you were the only one who's clit he's mouthed at till his jaw ached. he didn't stop till he had to wrap his hands around your hips to hold you still.

♤ never once as taine let a regular, eagerly lick his precum from the slit to the point where he'd lull his head back everytime he felt their tongue dip into his slit. or had one force his cock into their mouth till the tip hit the back of their throat. and they stayed deepthroating him till he finally released. or had one lick up every last drop of cum that could find. no matter if it some was on his stomach, chest, thigh or on their face. he's never given a regular a couple puffs of his joint as a reward for sucking him to completion.

♤ he wondered if his weed made you like this. was it so good that it made you do your best to take him to the hilt, even though you could barely take a proper breath. probably it was the reason he'd take a minute or two cause the way your walls squeezed him, he swore he was gonna cum inside you right then and there.

♤ was his shit so good that it made you cry out his name and claw at his back with every thrust. had him having to slap your tits whenever you looked too far gone. make him tell you to how good you were, or that from the way your walls started to push him out, you were close. make him coo at you whenever you finally came, so you knew how proud he was. maybe it was why you bared the overwhelming sensation that your release brought so he could reach his edge. maybe that what made you mumbled about him cumming inside you.

♤ tempting but he preferred to release on your cunt so you could reach your hand down and desperately collect his droplets into your mouth. god he loved when you did that. he especially when you parted your slit so he could get one last lick before he let you suck it off his tongue.

♤ never had he had a regular make him feel that good to the point he gave them free weed.

[wishuroses]

.⠀ ݁ ⸜⸜ 𓂃 𓇼 such a sure thing, aonung.

✶ pairings: aonung x sully!reader

✶ warnings: awkward attempt at fluff, apologizing, rivals to friends but there’s something more, reader takes the place of neteyam but is slightly more assertive and even more prone to violence, aonung is a simp in the making and reader is here for a good time not a hard time, uppercase intended!

✶ word count: 1k

✶ na’vi glossary: payoang – fish, skxawng – idiot.

✶ a/n: second fic on this profile! this is a little something i just had rotting in my notes app since like early february, it was more self indulgent at first but since i currently don’t have a single creative bone in my body i’ve decided to feed u guys with whatever this is while i try to rack up more ideas for future fics. happy reading! :-)

“What is going on here?”

You called out with a panicked lilt to your voice, the sand shifting beneath your feet and between your toes as you hurriedly marched towards the commotion.

You’d heard the stern yet desperate voice of your little sister, Kiri, yelling at someone– or maybe more than one– to ‘leave us alone’.

Your voice and Kiri’s did nothing to stop them, however, as the teens continued to poke and prod at your siblings as nothing but wicked laughter and unabashed insults left their mouths.

With a sharp exhale, you stomped up to Aonung and shoved him as hard as your strength could allow you to, which effectively caught him off guard. The braids that frame your face swayed from side to side dramatically, and almost comically so, beads audibly thudding against each other.

You thought about doing more than just shoving him, thinking that maybe full on linebacking him with the intent to injure would’ve definitely been more satisfactory in your taste, but you knew the numerous consequences that would swarm around your head like the annoying flies your father talked to you about.

Aonung stumbled back a few at the force of your push, resulting in everyone shifting their attention towards you. A look of surprise flashed across his face, but was replaced by a sly smirk as quick as it came, more arrogance emitting from him. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, his ears were tucked back against his head, as if he was embarrassed at getting shoved so hard and nearly falling on his ass. As he should be.

“Back off.. Now,” You stepped closer, digging a strong navy blue finger into his sternum. Both of your faces merely inches apart as your big amber eyes peered courageously back into his baby blue ones, stern gaze never once faltering. Such a shame, you thought, that such beautiful eyes belonged to someone so awful.

“And so help me Eywa, if I ever catch you–” You then turned to the rest of his gang, making sure to lock eyes with every single one of them, “or ANY of you lay a finger on my siblings ever again, you all will be down to 2 on each hand. Then we can discuss who the real freak is.” You say carefully, making sure each and every one of them heard your words.

“That is a promise.”

The irritated look in your eyes and the occasional flare of your nostrils assured him that you were dead serious, he had no doubt in his mind you were. The rough, accented edge to your voice made goosebumps rise from his skin. Aonung locked eyes with you once more, pupils dilating as you both gazed into each other’s eyes.

It was then that time seemed to melt between the both of you. A beautiful baby blue swimming in pools of striking amber.

If you weren’t huffing angrily with adrenaline running through your veins, you probably wouldn’t have missed the light dust of pink that bloomed upon his teal cheeks. After a beat of silence, Aonung relaxed and passively looked off to the side, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Good choice.”

.⠀ ݁ ⸜⸜ 𓂃 ✿̅

It was nearing eclipse, the pinks and oranges of the sunny horizon reflected back into your wide, yet tired eyes. You were laid snug on your stomach by the shore, the foam of the waves kissing your hands as the grains of sand stuck snug against your tummy. The only thing that filled your senses were the waves crashing against the sand, the soft singing wind, and the odd saltiness and humidity that filled the air– which was something you’d barely gotten used to. Nonetheless, it was still comforting.. in a sense.

That was, until, the hairs on the back of your neck stood. You felt a shift in the atmosphere, almost as if someone else were there with you. Cautiously, you peeled your eyes away from the ocean and looked to your right immediately, only to find Aonung standing a great distance from you, not too far yet not too close either.

But it was still a bit too close for your liking.

His questionable behavior gained a look of confusion from you, as you sat up from your previous position to sit on your haunches. “..Hello? What is it?” You say, concerned at his sudden arrival, yet irritated at your alone time being disturbed by some ocean-dwelling creep who couldn’t keep his comments to himself. “If you say some dumb shit to me Aonung I swear–” At the expense of your words, he shuffled closer to your hunched form, sitting beside you at a pace so slow you were so sure he thought you were going to lunge at him.

And honestly? You wouldn’t trust yourself not to.

Aonung was so close that his arm occasionally grazed yours, making goosebumps arise from your skin at the foreign yet oddly calming contact. To your surprise, it didn’t bother you one bit. In an attempt to distract yourself from the extremely awkward encounter, you tediously wiped off the sand that dug into your stomach and thighs.

“Sorry. I have come to.. apologize?”

His revelation earned him a look of surprise, your eyebrows shot up immediately and your back straightened along with them. Your beads thudded together in unison at how quick you looked at him. “Are you asking me, or are you telling me?” You quipped, almost not believing the words that were said to you.

“I am telling you, skxawng.” He shot back quickly, his eyes trailing from the waves to your big ones; the ones that stared back at him, the ones that held so much emotion– yet he couldn’t figure out what they were. With a sigh, he averted his attention, finding the dangly bits of his loincloth to be much more interesting. “I apologize for acting that way towards you and your siblings. I was confused over everything, the sudden arrival of your family, and–as the future Olo’eyktan–protective of my clan, but I had nowhere else to air my feelings. So I took them out.. on all of you... I am so sorry.”

His voice wavered a little at the end of his statement, alarming you a great amount as you’ve never heard him get to this point before. Whether it was from embarrassment or if he was genuinely about to start bawling, you didn’t have a clue.

After a beat of silence, you shuffled closer and placed a gentle four-fingered hand on his back– hoping that your small gesture spoke enough words so that you didn’t have to. You heard his breath hitch a bit, and you hoped you hadn’t crossed any boundaries and made him uncomfortable. That thought was quickly replaced when he hadn’t made any plans to move away or to slap your hand away from him.

With a sigh, you gave a stiff pat to his back, making him look back at you with an expression you couldn’t read even if you tried. The corners of your lips quirked upwards as you locked eyes with him, only to look back at the beautiful view in front of you both. He never looked away from you, though, tracing your delicate features with his eyes.

He wouldn’t admit it aloud–not yet at least– but he thought you were beautiful. Despite you not looking like the Metkayina he was so used to seeing, and barely even your own, you were still pretty in your own weird way.

You weren’t yet ready to forgive him completely, as insults like those were like stones to your heart; but you were sure that amends could be made, and that people can change for the greater good.

“You’re good, payoang..” Your tone was light and airy when you responded, resulting in something weird happening to his poor, poor heart. He’d never heard your voice in a tone as gentle as this, only hearing your rough shouts, sneers, and the occasional threatening.

Aonung chuckled softly at the odd nickname, yet welcomed it nonetheless. He can admit, it was fair game with how many times he’d call you weird names, but this one seemed a bit more intimate.. had a bit more weight to it. “We’re good... but actions speak louder than words. I need you to respect my brother and my sister.”

“If you disrespect them, you disrespect me.”

Aonung nodded so quick you thought he would get a severe case of whiplash. “Yes, yes, I understand.” He was starting to become hyperaware of his surroundings, the hand that was still placed on his back felt like searing hot coal, but he didn’t dare flinch away.

“You are so, so pretty when you don’t threaten my life.” He said breathlessly, as if he was genuinely in awe of you, your appearance, your everything. It caught you off guard, the sudden confession, but the corners of your mouth quivered upwards into a bashful smile as a soft chuckle bubbled from your throat.

You felt shy under his gaze all of a sudden, dipping your chin downwards to look away from him, to get away from those eyes that held such intense emotion.

“Skxawng.”

[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Four: Dinner is Served (Or is it lunch?)

One year ago

"How the hell did you get a pack of cigs in here?" Duncan turned around to see his girl stalking up towards him. She wore the similar orange jumpsuit, and had her hair tied back into a harsh looking hairdo. "I'm just special." He shrugged getting her to roll her eyes.

"Want one?" He asked his best friend. "When have I ever said yes to that question?" She gave him the 'look' as his fellow inmates had dubbed it. "I hope one day you realize how much that affects your health, Duncan Tarun."

"Are you worried about me, L/N?" He teased her. "If anything I should be worried about you." She sat down next to him as they looked out at the yard. "You sure know how to put a downer on things doll." He muttered his fingers tapping nervously on his thigh. "Your dad died, today, one year ago. I killed him because you came to my house almost dead, Duncan. You have to be feeling something." The girl sounded more annoyed at herself then him.

"I've told you a hundred times, I wanted you to kill him. He was hurting my mom. If you hadn't done it, I would." Duncan explained. It was silent for a moment before she reached out for his hand, he took it without a second thought.

"I don't blame you for your anger. Your anger has kept us alive countless of times, Y/N. Without you my dad would've killed me at four. You are worth losing everyone." Duncan squeezed her hand as her head plopped down on his shoulder.

"Aren't I the one supposed to be comforting you?"

"We're best friend, doll. It's what we do."

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Present day

Chris had you all crowded into the small cafeteria as clearly, very angry man started yelling. "Listen up, I serve it three times a day, and will eat it three times a day. Grab your tray, get your food and sit your butts down." Chef Hatchet yelled at the line of campers.

"He seems like a nice guy." Duncan muttered to no one in particular causing you to stiffle your laughter. "Got something to say, smart ass?" Chef yelled at Duncan as you grabbed your plates, the food looked almost sentient.

Yum..

"No, sir." Duncan stood straight to attention doing a mock salute and you had to pinch your thigh to stop yourself from laughing. "I'll be keeping an eye on you. No one likes a smart guy." Chef growled ushering you both off.

"You are going to get your ass beat, you know that?" You hissed in his ear causing Duncan to laugh. "I bet you'd like to see that, darling." you both sad across from Izzy who waved cheerfully at you.

As Duncan stabbed his food to keep it from wandering off, you on the other hand just let it leave. It was probably healthier to just simply not eat it. Then Chris walked in. "Welcome to the main lodge." He announced to the eating campers.

"Yo, my man can we order a pizza?" Geoff asked before a knife slid inches from his face embedding itself into the door. "Woah, it's cool G, brown slop is cool. Right guys?" Geoff replied nervously as Chef Hatchet sent a terrifying glare his way.

"Mine had a redish tint, actually. But too each his own." You muttered causing Duncan to chuckle. "Your first challenge is in one hour." Chris announced walking back out. Katie (Or was it Sadie) voiced her concerns but DJ quickly quieted them.

When you all finished Chris had you meet at a top of a very large hill wearing swimsuits. He told the girls to cover up before going so he'd get videos of the girls in swimsuits.

It was creepy, but whatever got the job done. You had pulled your hair back into a french braid that fell down your back, and wore a maroonish-purple two piece swimsuit, you felt insecure about your stomach being on live television so you stole Duncan's jacket to have around your shoulders and zipped up high enough to cover your stomach.

"Your first task is to jump of this 1,000 foot high cliff into the lake." Chris explained the task, talking about man-eating sharks, and hoops or whatever. Frankly, you were bored. After you had finished the challenge he wanted you to build a hot tub which didn't sound very fun, but you know.

Bridgette went first as you and Duncan discussed which one of you would go next. Two dudes went, then Eva and you smiled before flipping onto your hands. "Wait, don't jump into the water with my jacket." Duncan warned you.

"Make me." You stuck your tongue out, still upside down as you walked toward the edge of the cliff, you then made a half heart symbol with your fingers causing Duncan to groan, and fell backwards down the cliff whooping for joy.

Duncan leapt after you.

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You both landed in the safe spot, easily. Then Harold came down, and landed on his crotch screaming like a little girl. "Well that's cute." Duncan muttered his hand finding itself around your waist. You smiled leaning into his arms before he unzipped the jacket, bolting off with it.

"DUNCAN!"

You ran after him, you were screaming curses. "How long would you say they've been together." Courtney asked Bridgette. "Oh, probably a long time. I wouldn't be surprised if they were married." The blonde shrugged. "That's fair." Courtney laughed quietly as they watched you tackle Duncan you both wrestling in the sand.

Eventually you pinned him down, both of you breathing hard, your faces red. "Your so pretty without the sweater, embrace yourself." He explained before you could hit him.

"Fuck you."

"You wish, cutie."

[yellowocaballero]

GAI!! Unironically one of my favorite naruto characters. The idea of young grumpy Obito having forced interactions with Gai, vs Tobi and Gai who probably get along very well (and Tobi probs makes sure that it ends up everyone elses problem), is a very funny visual and contrast. Also, Kakashi meddling to make them interact is SO good! It makes me wonder at what the dynamics were for team 7 pre kannabi bridge. It seems so fun and interesting!!

Gai and Rock Lee are so fundamental to me. They're everything. Most iconic characters. Straight up legendary. Every shonen manga should have the Rock Lee character. Rock Lee genuinely should have been the protagonist of Naruto. Deku should have taken notes.

Part of what makes this AU so compelling to me is how batshit insane Obito's experience is. He genuinely hated Gai. He was the most uppity, pretentious Uchiha you had ever seen. Gai was everything he was taught to disdain, and Gai had picked him out as the ideal to challenge and topple. Kakashi undoubtedly thought that Obito needed to learn to respect people like Gai. Kakashi, the lazy-ass slacker, probably didn't stand out greatly to Gai.

So there's no better 'best friend' for Tobi's cover. Gai's the sort of fun loving and rambunctious person who fits perfectly with Tobi. Now Obito has to hang out with this guy, pretend he thinks he's great, let him beat him in fights, absolutely humiliate himself in front of somebody who he disdained. Obito's grift requires him to begin looking at the world 'underneath the underneath', and I think once he looks underneath Gai's underneath and sees the most morally upright person in Konoha, he's no longer lying when he acts as Gai's best friend.

Team 7 dynamics...

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It was a memory. Kakashi and Rin stood before him, standing on a bridge and waiting for Sensei to remember that he had someplace to be. This was how a man who could teleport was always late. If he was with Kushina-neechan he’d forget anything and everything. 

The sun dappled orange and yellow on the slowly churning water beneath them, and Obito was hungry. He had skipped lunch to train again. Obito could hear his stomach growl, feel the pain in his muscles.

“We might as well make the most of this,” Rin told him. She smiled broadly, clapping her hands. “Why don’t we all train together? Maybe we can surprise Sensei with some new jutsu?”

“Maa, count me out.” Kakashi laced his hands behind his head, staring absently up at the clouds. “I wanna take a nap.”

“Lazybones.” Rin sighed and turned to Obito, her smile turning hopeful. “What about you, Obito-kun? I bet you could teach me a really cool jutsu…and maybe I could teach you something too!”

Obito had snorted, crossing his arms. “What’s the point of that? What could a chuunin learn from two genin? Hard pass.”

They didn’t look frustrated. How could they never look frustrated? How did they take him in with a smile, why did they search so hard for his heart? Obito hadn’t had a heart. He hadn’t stolen it yet. 

“Rin-chan has a combat med-nin certification you don’t have. But what could a med-nin teach a combat specialist, eh?” At some point Kakashi had pulled out one of his idiot mystery novels, flipping it open to a random point and reading it avidly. Obito never understood it. What was the point in rereading a mystery novel? You knew the ending already. But Kakashi always said that the ending of the book changed every time he caught another little clue. Stupid. A book didn’t change just because you’re rereading it. “And of course there’s my wisdom.”

“Yeah?” Obito snorted. “Then teach me your wisdom, oh almighty Bakashi. Does that cloud up there look like a bunny? Did the butler do it?”

“Obito-kun, calling him Bakashi isn’t nice -”

“The butler was a red herring.” Kakashi eye-smiled at him above his book. In Obito’s memory, his smile looked a little mischievous. “A true mystery reader always looks underneath the underneath.”

“That’s useless,” Obito said flatly. “Do you have any wisdom that’s useful for a real ninja?”

“What? Oh, no, not at all. Shush, I’m almost at the ending.”

With the Sharingan, the memory may as well be real. It was a memory that only Obito had ever lived. Tobi didn’t have any memories like that. Tobi didn’t think about these things. Tobi didn’t think about anything, honestly.

[tickly-tufts]

Persuasion

is it tickle torture if the goal is self-care?

based on my ler!lyla vs ler!peter poll, which tied too many times to count

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“I know you called it alternative anomaly containment, but from where I’m standing, it’s just futuristic bondage.” Peter glanced curiously between Miguel and Lyla. “Did I interrupt something private?”

Lyla laughed as Miguel glared, the latter clearly braced to storm off. At least, he probably would have stormed off, had it not been for the cuffs holding him in place. Hover-cuffs, to be precise, locked around his wrists and ankles. The restraints were meant for difficult anomalies… which made them handy for difficult spiders as well.

“I was trying to make him take a break,” Lyla eventually explained. “You know him, though. Stubborn as a mule. Wouldn’t listen to a single thing I said.”

“I don’t need a br-“ Miguel interjected, until Peter slapped a palm over his mouth.

“You absolutely do. Anyway, continue?” Peter turned his attention back to Lyla.

“Thank you~” Lyla beamed, then resumed her account of the situation. “But yeah, he totally ignored me, and I couldn’t even grab him!” She paused. “At least, that’s what he thought.”

Peter quickly connected the dots. “So you took control of the hover-cuffs.”

“The things this idiot makes me do,” Lyla sighed dramatically.

“Vete a la verga,” Miguel muttered, prompting Peter to uncover his mouth. “And what was the next step of your plan? Hold me here and waste my time?”

Lyla placed her hands on her hips. “Persuade you to stop being an ass and listen.”

“How?” Miguel raised a skeptical eyebrow. “By annoying me to death? That wouldn’t have worked.”

“I dunno,” Peter chipped in. “It usually works pretty well for me! Just gotta know the right spots to poke, and-“ Miguel yelped when Peter punctuated this with a jab. The move had been intentionally ticklish. How could Peter resist, with Miguel stuck like that? He didn’t know the extent of Miguel’s sensitivity, but he’d noticed enough to flag it as a weakness.

Suddenly, Lyla was bouncing. “Peter, you just read my mind. That’s exactly how I was gonna persuade him.”

“What,” said Miguel.

“Oh?” said Peter.

“Help me out?” Lyla suggested, then she and Peter were both grinning.

“Don’t. You. Shocking. Dare.”

“I’ll go ahead and set him up for you~”

Before either man could ask what she meant, Lyla mimicked touching Miguel’s suit. Miguel’s eyes widened when the top half glitched, blue and red pixelating into new colors. It took a beat for him to process what Lyla had even done. Was that a heat map on his upperbody? Why did-

Oh.

Oh shocking hell.

Viewing the whole thing from the front, Peter realized before Miguel. Admittedly, for a second, he’d thought Lyla was stripping him… which honestly might’ve been less scandalous. The suit had turned shades of yellow and orange, with a smattering of red mixed in. Miguel resolutely avoided eye contact. Peter almost took pity on him.

Almost.

Deciding to start near the top, Peter reached out with fingers curled like claws. Recognizing his target, Miguel tugged at his wrists, but they wouldn’t budge from above his head. He gave them one last furious yank before bursting into laughter, unable to repress the urge with Peter scribbling at his underarms.

“So, that’s orange, huh?” Peter remarked. “I was expecting way more of a fight. Tickles too much to hold back?” He dodged before Miguel could headbutt him.

Lyla eagerly popped up with a color chart, gesturing to labels with a pointer stick. “Yep! Orange means it’s a super ticklish spot! Yellow’s plain ticklish, while red is killer.”

Peter’s gaze swept over Miguel’s suit again, although Lyla’s commentary just confirmed his assumptions. “Migs, buddy… How do you function?”

Miguel twisted to bite his hand.

“Hey! No! It’s rude to bite friends!” Peter chided, darting to safety. Migrating downwards and out of fang-range, he went for the ribs in retribution.

Miguel tried to lurch back, but Lyla didn’t let him, maneuvering the cuffs to straighten his posture. The adjustment brought his ribcage even closer to Peter, who didn’t hesitate in taking advantage.

“Thank you, Lyla,” Peter said politely, while Miguel cackled uncontrollably. Peter’s fingers danced across the orange of his ribs, nimble and efficient in the most devastating ways.

Things only got worse when Peter ventured lower, progressing from orange to orange-red. “Toned abs can’t hide a ticklish tummy,” he teased in a tone that had Miguel swearing vengeance.

Following that, Peter contemplated Miguel’s sides, which were yellow, save for two distinct points of red. They sat right around the small of his waist. Miguel tensed when Peter’s hands floated closer. Behind Miguel’s back and beyond his sight, Lyla peeked out playfully. She held out her own hands, making pinching motions, which Peter acknowledged with a wink.

The first pinches made Miguel flinch. The follow-up pinches made him screech.

“They’re like tickle buttons,” Peter joked, pressing the red points with his thumbs. And then, before Miguel could adapt, he tasered them with his middle and index fingers. This provoked a jolt and a curse, which soon melted into hysterics. “Ooh, the fangs are actually cute when you’re laughing!”

Maybe it was a mercy that Miguel couldn’t reply.

Miguel’s hips were similarly red, inviting Peter to give them a few squeezes. At that point though, he was wheezing, convincing his tormentor to withdraw.

“Well, this has been an enlightening experience, if I do say so myself! Learned your lesson yet, Miguel? Ready to listen to your assistant?”

It all could’ve ended right there, had Miguel been any less obstinate.

“The only things that I’ve learned are that you’re a menace, and my AI’s a traitor.”

Lyla and Peter shared a look, then both crossed their arms, disappointed yet stern.

“Why are you like this?” Peter sighed “Now what’re we supposed to do with you?”

“You’re really gonna regret that, Miguel.” Lyla tapped his suit again. Surprisingly, all she did was restore it to its original state. “Won’t need color-coding for this next bit. It'd all be red, anyway.” That was when Miguel felt his left leg start to lift, flooding him with a new wave of panic.

“Lyla! LYLA! I will reset you!”

“Aw, I’d better make the most of this, then!” Lyla’s form disappeared, then reappeared on his knee, seated like it was a perfectly normal place to be. She gestured broadly at his upper leg, now perpendicular to his body. Equal parts amused and anticipatory, Peter swiped his fingers across Miguel’s inner thigh. He marveled at the squeak Miguel failed to contain.

“That bad?” He asked Lyla.

“That bad,” Lyla agreed.

“I’ll end you both,” Miguel growled, though all it earned was a chuckle from Peter.

“Are you sure you wanna make threats right now?” Peter rested a hand on Miguel’s raised thigh. With his thumb, he began rubbing circles into the vulnerable muscle. Immediately, Miguel started trembling, trying and failing to pull his leg back. Peter smirked at the attempt. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”

Miguel expected Peter to dig in again, go straight for the kill while he was so helpless. That was not what Peter did. No… instead… Peter was gentle. Fingers swirled lightly along his inner thigh, sometimes fluttering, sometimes feeling. They trailed upwards from his knee, then circled back before they climbed too high. Occasionally, there was a hint of nails, but only enough to tease through Miguel’s suit. Mostly, Peter used his fingertips, patient and methodical.

It drove Miguel up the fucking wall.

“Peheheter, you bahastahahard!” he protested through a persistent bout of giggles. Embarrassment flushed his face with heat, and he tried to smother himself with his shoulder.

“Bastard?” Peter repeated, feigning offense. “And here I was, trying to be nice! Just for that, you’re getting both hands.” Miguel genuinely squealed when Peter followed through.

“Going easy on him here?” Lyla chimed in a moment later. While Peter had switched from five fingers to ten, he hadn’t picked up the pace at all.

“Don’t think Miguel would agree with that assessment,” Peter countered breezily. His hands roamed the length of Miguel’s thigh, tickling in tandem, though in opposite directions. Miguel couldn’t calm down at all, the soft approach proving more than effective. Peter did relent, however, when he started tearing up.

“Alright there, Migs?” Peter checked in, though Lyla’s lack of concern already answered the question. He relaxed when Miguel bared his fangs at him. “Yeah, yeah, you’re so intimidating.”

“He’s just like a cat,” Lyla tittered, flickering up to pat him on the head.

“A grumpy cat,” Peter agreed. “That was adorable, by the way.”

That time, Miguel could've replied, but all he mustered was a glower… along with a renewed blush that made Peter smile knowingly.

“So, about that break,” Lyla reminded. “Give up yet?” She leaned in. “Consider your next words very carefully, or there will be consequences.”

Foolishly, Miguel scoffed, then grumbled something rather petulant. Was it a dumb hill to die on? Of course it was… but he couldn’t just let them tickle him into submission.

Lyla frowned, then pushed up her glasses, the pair of hearts glinting dangerously. “Can’t say I didn’t warn you…” Then she glitched over to tap his watch.

From the watch face, two bots emerged, small, round, and spider-like. While Lyla didn’t need cameras right then, she knew exactly how to repurpose them. Miguel and Peter both stared in confusion as the watch-bots traveled down Miguel’s arm. Miguel squirmed when the pair crept across his back, then skittered forward along his ribs. They met at his stomach, circling until he snickered, then latched onto either side of his waist. For several long seconds, they simply sat there, clinging yet completely still.

Then Lyla snapped her fingers, and the watch-bots started humming.

It seemed an odd feature to build into spy cameras, but watch-bots were meant to be easily recovered. Usually, a signal to return was enough, yet there were some cases that called for manual retrieval. That was where the hum function came in, utilizing each spider’s natural sense for vibrations.

Miguel was absolutely getting that fixed, because the vibrations were far stronger than they had any right to be.

The string of curses that escaped him went beyond Peter’s understanding of Spanish. Peter was pretty confident, though, that it translated to ‘this really fucking tickles.’ He’d heard about the hum function before, but never actually witnessed it in action. Now, observing its effect on a frantic Miguel, he mentally dubbed it 'torture mode.'

“TURNTHEMOFF!” Miguel demanded, though he could barely form the words. Ticklishness thrummed through his whole torso, radiating along his muscles and nerves. The barrage of sensation brought him to tears faster than anything that’d come before. Desperately, he tried to curl up, but all four hover-cuffs held fast.

“Sorry, what was that?” Lyla played dumb. “Turn them up?” It was an ultimatum. Mere minutes ago, Miguel might’ve snarled. Now, he whimpered, falling limp in his bonds.

Lyla turned the hum function off.

“Wow,” Peter whistled as Miguel gasped for breath, looking more wrecked than he’d ever seen. Several tears had rolled down Miguel's cheeks. “That seemed… kinda brutal.”

While Peter appeared slightly stunned, Lyla wore a thoughtful expression. It was more of a formality by then, but even so…

“You gotta say it.”

When Miguel still managed to show reluctance, she sent an extra buzz to his sides.

“Okayokayokahahay!” He exhaled. “…I’ll take a break.”

Lyla twirled happily.

“Peter, get ready,” she ordered right after, then unlocked all four cuffs at once. Unprepared, Miguel fell forward, fortunately into Peter’s arms.

Peter half-carried, half-hugged him. “Let’s start that break off with some dinner! Bet you’re starved after the whole tickle torture thing.” Miguel twitched, and Peter pat his back.

“Want me to call the kitchen?” Lyla offered. “Have some fresh empanadas waiting?”

“…Tamales,” Miguel requested instead, somewhat muffled by the fluff of Peter’s robe.

[augment-techs]

What If: Cameron was trained by Deker before Ninja Storm to be a dark samurai?

Vague thoughts, because this is all about vague thoughts:

This would either have to include Deker stealing a small child, the said small child gaining his attention, or Cam literally hunting Deker down to train him.

Given that Deker doesn't have a parental bone in his body, we can assume this would come about through the third option, given Sensei Watanabe's treatment of Cam and possibly rubbing him in the worst way possible.

Technically, this does not fly in the face of the CURRENT ninja academy rules, so unlike with Lothor, he wouldn't be disowned or forbidden from contact, but it sort of begs the question of who the hell is running things to keep literally everything from going down the tubes when Lothor does attack.

Maybe Cam would be willing to jump in to protect his dad from dying, and possibly dig up the Morphers for the students that were late that day, but he would probably make it his mission to try and take on Lothor himself.

Which would actually be useful in intercepting the Thunder Ninja duo before Lothor tricked them into believing it was Sensei that killed their parents. Make the lot of them a Trio with dark, biker vibes.

I could go with the idea that Tori would want to save Cam from the darkness he set himself within to escape what he believes is his father's control over his life--but she would fail.

Then Dustin and Shane would try--and they would fail.

Hunter and Blake would both be too caught up in their own darkness to address the chip on Cam's shoulder, and definitely would want in on the super secret training with a half-Nighlok that technically Cam wouldn't be disinclined to sharing lessons with. Which would make things a lot worse when Lothor's minions attacked both the rangers and their territory and their friends.

In a very fun turn of events, I think the ones that would have to make Cam realize he was fucking up would be his cousins.

Because, for real, the whole downplaying their abilities and mentality thing just to lower the Ranger's guard? That was some bullshit. And they might want Lothor's approval, but they're still young adults, and depending on how the timeline is played with--Cam's same age.

If Cam tried to attack either of them to get to Lothor, Kapri would be massively offended. She would probably pick up a boulder as heavy as a truck and just TOSS it at him to make him knock it the fuck off. And if he kept going, she'd beat the crap out of him and then just...drop him off at the Wind Ninja Academy.

She wouldn't want him on the ship with the Generals on board, and she wouldn't want Uncle to get it into his head that this was something MORE than a family issue that needed to be addressed. THEY were the evil ninjas on the planet, they didn't need an angsty grey-morality samurai making things harder.

Also Kapri is Pink and Cam would DEFINITELY maintain his Green. It's her JOB to knock sense into him.

But it's Marah's (Orange) job to teach him a lesson.

I can easily see her sneaking off the ship to secretly provide the Rangers with tech assistance when they aren't looking, dropping off "gifts" at the motorbike shop in disguise that could help them with new monster attacks, cornering Sensei Watanabe to have conversations about her aunt/his dead wife while tossing him around like a toy, and--for bonus points--crashing Cam and the brothers' sessions with Deker to snag their weapons and morphers.

Then the cousins lure Dayu to Blue Bay Harbor and tell Cam a little story about selling your soul with good intentions that can end horrifically.

I would also like to use this as an opportunity for Tori to be more than The Only Girl. SHE GETS TO LEAD THE NINJA STORM RANGERS even after Cam and the brothers are convinced to at LEAST team up with them against Lothor.

And use this as a chance for Sensei to get his head out of his ass and recognize things for what they are.

Relationships: Deker/Dayu; Hunter/Cam/Shane; Tori/Kapri; Blake & Dustin & Kelly & Marah. Additional Tags: Lothor & Kanoi Reconciliation; The Watanabe Adults actually TRY to be SOMETHING akin to Responsible; Cameron actually gets to have some REAL teen angst bullshit; Tori being super gay for Kapri; Cam attracting Red Rangers because of broodiness; Marah accidentally ended up with three simps and has no idea; Cam gets sunburned SO MUCH.

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Hank, Trudy, Alvin Oneshot

Requested by @andgry4

Synopsis: The three of them, back in their patrol days, have to take on a fourth partner to even the squad out. Except, this partner is kind of a sexist jerk…

Hank and Al pulled up to the district nearly at the same time. They got out of their cars, instinctively walking in together as they often did, each with coffee in hand. “I heard there’s some new guy who transferred in from another district,” Hank said, the more talkative of the two.

“Yeah,” Al replied, sipping his coffee as they entered into the locker room.

“I wonder which one of us he’ll partner him up with.”

“Probably Trudy,” Al replied, shrugging off his coat and taking a banana and orange out of his pocket.

“Meredith is still making you eat those?”

“Every meal.” He shook his head, taking a long swig of his coffee. “Who am I to argue?”

“Smart choice. You’ll live forever if you eat bananas and oranges every day, and know not to argue with your wife. You’ll be like those old guys on the news who are a hundred and five and attribute it to eating an apple a day.”

Al laughed softly, a rare laugh that only Hank could pull from him. He didn’t say much else, just getting changed for the day into his beat outfit, same as Hank.

The two left the locker room, finding Trudy outside in her beat outfit as well. “Morning, boys. Ready to get out there and fight some crime?”

“The hell’s gotten into you?” Al asked as he ate his banana.

“What do you mean, Alvin? I’m always this chipper.”

Hank scoffed, looking around to see the desk sergeant, Sergeant O’Neal, talking to a new cop. “Ah, shit. Is he assigning us that guy?”

Al looked over. “Damn it, that’s Jacob Logan.”

Trudy nodded, lowering her voice. “Yeah, I remember him. Why do you think I’m trying not to get on the Sergeant’s bad side today?”

“You get a squad already?” Hank asked, shifting his gaze back to Trudy.

“Yeah. Sarge paired us together. I guess he’s going to put Al with Logan.”

“What?” Al frowned, looking to the desk, then moving backward toward the locker room.

Hank and Trudy exchanged a look, then went with Al to go out the back way.

“Not so fast, you three!” O’Neal’s voice called from the desk. The three of them stopped and visibly wilted. They’d been caught.

“Damn it,” Trudy muttered, then turned around, forcing a smile. “What can I help you with, Sarge?”

“Get out on patrol with Voight before I kick both of your asses,” he replied. “Olinsky, come here.”

Al muttered something under his breath, Trudy and Hank taking the opportunity to escape the Sergeant’s line of sight and go out the back. Al walked over, tossing the peel of his banana in the trash can nearby. “Yeah, Sarge?” he asked, nonchalantly.

“This is Jacob Logan, your new partner. Logan, this is Alvin Olinsky.”

“Yeah, we went through the academy together.” Logan reached out to shake Al’s hand.

“Yeah, I remember.” Al shook his hand out of curtesy, but pulled back as soon as he could.

“Good,” O’Neal said with a nod. “Here’s the keys to 452. Get out there.”

Logan grabbed the keys before Al could. Al just sighed and walked away from the counter, out the back to where Trudy and Hank were waiting, Logan following on his heel. When Al emerged from the building, Hank and Trudy both set their gaze on him, then on Logan.

Al sighed as he stopped in front of them. “Hank, Trudy, you remember Jacob Logan from the academy?”

Hesitantly, Hank spoke first. “Yeah, I remember.” He stuck out his hand to shake. “Good to see you again. How’d you end up in this district?”

Logan shook Hank’s hand. “Yeah, my old district didn’t work out. I was paired with a woman cop.” He shrugged. “No offense… Trudy, was it?”

Trudy nodded. “Yeah,” she replied, not bothering to shake his hand when he held it out. “Sorry, wouldn’t want to give you cooties.”

Logan laughed it off, putting his hand into his pocket. “Yeah, alright. Well, I’m glad to be here. Closer to home anyways.”

“Yeah,” Hank said, nodding. “Well, Trudy and I better get going. See you later. Bye Al.”

Al grumbled something under his breath again as Hank patted his shoulder and walked by. Hank and Trudy found their car and left the district, Al looking back to Jacob. “Well, you got the keys. Go find the car.”

“You’re making me go get it and pick you back up?”

Al pulled out his orange. “You’re pretty bright.” He leaned against his personal car, peeling the orange. “Go ahead. I believe in you.”

Logan scoffed, walking through the yard. It was a long walk, longer than he’d expected. Then, he pulled the car around to where Al had finished his orange. Al got into the passenger seat. “Hey,” Logan said, “did you know the walk was that long?”

“Why do you think I made you pick me up?”

“Why are you busting my balls here, Olinsky? We went through the academy together. You know me.”

“Exactly,” Al replied.

Logan scoffed and then drove out of the district, shaking his head. “Listen, I don’t know what I did to piss you off already, but you’re stuck with me now. I can’t transfer again or ask for a different partner-“

“Why not?”

“Because a transfer order would look bad on me. And O’Neal said it’s either you or Platt.”

Al shrugged. “If you don’t like me, then ask for a different partner.”

“I just told you why I can’t. He’ll pair me with Platt.”

Al scoffed and looked at him, then shook his head and looked back out the window. “What’s your problem with Platt? She not go on a date with you?”

“I heard she banged half our class. I also heard she banged the instructor and that���s the only reason she’s a cop now. Most women get through that way.”

Al shot him a hard glare. If looks could kill, he would’ve just murdered him. “Platt is good police. Better than most guys I’ve worked with.”

“Oh, she must’ve banged you too, Olsinky. What was it, a sweet little affair before your wedding night?”

“You need to shut the hell up. Now.” Al was steaming, even if he didn’t show it. He was good at keeping his composure on the outside, looking out the window.

Logan laughed. “You break my balls, I’ll bust yours.”

Al was formulating a response in silence when the radio called for them to respond to a domestic dispute. They went on their way, Al silent as he finished his coffee.

“A domestic this early in the morning? Must be the wife is on her period.”

It took all the restraint Al had to not strangle the man beside him as they rushed to the scene.

.

When they pulled up, Al got out before the car was even turned off, walking up to the house and knocking on the door. “Chicago PD,” he announced.

“It’s open! C-Come in!” A woman’s voice could be heard from inside.

Al opened the door carefully, Jacob beside him now, gun drawn. Al looked at him. “Whoa, whoa, calm down,” he said softly. “Ma’am, is there anyone in the house with you?”

“No, he left out the back when he heard the sirens,” she replied, crying softly.

“Alright, my partner and I are coming in, okay?” Al and Jacob made their way inside, finding the woman on the couch, beat and bruised.

She had a deep gash on her leg that she was holding towels on, and she sobbed softly, her hands shaking. “I-I’m sorry, I just, I can’t get up… it hurts a lot.”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Al said, crouching beside her. “We’re here now, it’s alright. I’m going to call you an ambulance, okay?”

“A-Alright.”

“Good, keep holding pressure on that.” Al stood, motioning Jacob aside. “Clear the house, I’ll stay with her. See if you can track him out the back side. I’m going to call for an ambo and see if there’s a female officer in the area. She probably won’t talk to me.”

“Taking me off the main part of the job?”

Al scoffed. “You don’t like women anyway, so you might as well clear the house and see if the guy is hiding out somewhere nearby.” With that, he turned and went back to the woman’s side, taking off his belt to use as a tourniquet for her, using his radio to call for an ambulance and a second unit, one with a female officer, if available.

Jacob went through the house, clearing it, then out the back. In the meantime, Al continued to soothe the woman and ensured she stayed awake. She was losing a lot of blood. Finally, a second unit showed up, Trudy and Hank walking in. Trudy switched places with Al to talk to the woman, Al sighing and finding a sink to wash his hands of her blood. The paramedics arrived a few moments later.

Hank looked to Al. “Domestic, right? You find the guy?”

“I sent Logan while I stayed with the woman.”

Hank hummed. “Where’s he at?”

“Hell if I know. Hell if I care, frankly.”

“He pissed you off this much already?”

Al groaned, putting his hands to his head. “Let’s just say I’d rather be with my wife when she’s hysterical.”

“Damn,” Hank replied, then looked up as Logan emerged from the back door, toting a man with him, panting.

“He gave me chase down the alley but I got him. Thanks for the help, Olinsky. Good to know I can count on you.” Then, Logan pushed the man out the front door and to the squad.

Hank watched Logan for a moment, then looked to Al. “Maybe you should ask O’Neal for a different partner.”

“Yeah, if I can get through shift without strangling him myself. You would’ve punched him already at least twice.”

“That’s probably why he didn’t pair him up with me. O’Neal knows better.”

“I wish he didn’t.” Al sighed as he watched the woman being carted out on a stretcher, Trudy stopping beside Al and Hank.

She looked at Al. “Hey, how’s it going with your partner?”

Al groaned. “He hates you, apparently.”

Trudy shrugged. “A lot of people do, Al. That’s the reality of being a woman cop these days.”

“You should’ve heard the rest of it.”

Hank and Trudy looked at one another, then back to Al. Al glanced up just as Jacob came back inside. “Alright, let’s get going and take this guy back to the district. Unless you wanted to spend a little more time with your side piece there.”

“Excuse me?” Hank asked, raising an eyebrow. “Hey, knock your attitude down a couple notches, or you and me are going to have issues next.”

Jacob scoffed, but put his hands up in surrender, walking out of the house to sit in the squad.

Hank watched him, then looked back to Al. “You need me to take care of this guy?”

“No, but I couldn’t use the help if one of you wants to dig into his past a little.”

Trudy nodded. “I’ve got friends everywhere. I’ll ask around.”

Al mirrored her nod, then left the house, getting into the squad with Logan. Neither said anything as they drove back to the district.

.

Back out on patrol later that day, Al looked out the window of the passenger side of their squad. He was silent, trying to rationalize why Jacob was such an asshole all of the time.

“Hey, where do you want to get lunch at?”

Al took in a breath, looking at Jacob now. “Uh, wherever. Just not Tex-Mex. I’ve had enough of that to last me a lifetime.”

“Yeah? Voight like that stuff?”

“Platt,” Al replied.

“Oh, can’t say no to a woman?”

Al scoffed. “What’s your problem?”

“Nothing, what’s yours?”

“I have a problem with men who are sexist, believe it or not. Trudy is a better cop than you and me and Voight put together.”

Jacob rolled his eyes, pulling over in front of a local diner. “Look, I’m sure she does the job fine or whatever, but it’s not really a job for women. All women cops are good for are looking good in photos.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Al shot him a pointed look, eyebrows furrowed. He was a patient man, but his patience was quickly running out for the cop sitting beside him.

“They’re not as fast as men or as strong. What can they do except write tickets? I mean, the only women cops I know are secretaries in the ivory tower or some other cushy desk job. Not real police.”

“Well Platt is real police. Maybe you should partner with her for a day and see where it gets you.”

“It might get me dead,” Jacob said with a scoff as he got out. “My old partner nearly shot me on accident. She had the worst aim.”

“How does that even happen?” Al replied, shaking his head.

“Bullet ricocheted during a shootout.” He pushed the shirt from his shoulder to reveal a recently healed bullet wound. “Three inches to my right, it would’ve hit my jugular and I would’ve bled out before I could get help. The doctors said I was lucky.”

Al looked over Jacob, but nodded. “I’m glad you’re okay, but that doesn’t mean all women are like that.”

“My last three partners were women. They were nitwits.” He sighed and shook his head. “Come on, I’m hungry.”

Al followed Jacob into the diner and they sat down, both ordering lunch.

As they were eating in silence, the radio came on, calling them to back up another unit nearby. Alvin took another big bite of his burger and some fries, then put some cash on table. “Let’s go.”

Jacob groaned, also shoving as much as he could in his mouth and wiping his face, walking quickly out with Al and getting into the squad, speeding toward the scene.

Hank and Trudy were on scene when they arrived, guns drawn as they watched the front door of a house. Al and Jacob got out, going to take cover with their own guns drawn. “What the story?” Jacob asked, looking to Hank.

“Guy we were chasing pulled a little girl off the street and holed up in that house. It’s abandoned, I checked with dispatch.”

“Where’s the mom?” Al asked, peeking around the car to look at the house.

“She’s down the street with another unit,” Trudy chimed in. “The guy pushed her down and she hit her head. We gave chase.”

“Alright,” Al said, nodding. “You guys on the front, we’ll cover the back.

“Let’s go,” Hank said, nodding and moving with Trudy around one side of the car.

Al and Jacob moved around the other side together, splitting to move along each side of the house, and coming to the back together. They stepped up onto the back porch, Al radioing. “In position.” The two of them, guns drawn, stood on either side of the back door.

“Chicago PD!” The two heard Hank’s voice echo from the front of the house. “Let the little girl go!”

“I want a car and ten thousand in cash!”

Al and Jacob glanced to each other, then Al reached for the doorknob. The voice didn’t sound close to the back, so Al carefully turned the knob and opened the door, silent as Jacob entered through the back. The two made their way silently through the back of the house, clearing the back rooms as Hank negotiated with the man.

“Buddy, listen. I’m going to open the door. I need to see the girl alive before I can make any promises.” Hank put his hand on the knob, looking at Trudy, who nodded. “I’m opening the door now.” Hank opened the front door, peeking around the frame and inside. The man stood with the small girl in a headlock, a gun to her temple. “Hey there, sweetie. My name is Hank, and this is Trudy, okay? Just stay calm.”

“O-Okay…” The little girl trembled in his arms.

“You’ve seen her. Now I want ten thousand and a car!”

“Alright, okay,” Hank replied, his voice calm, holding a hand out. “I’ll get you what you want, but it’s going to take some time. I have to call my Sergeant out here to approve it.”

“Just give me your squad keys then and all the cash in your wallet.” The man was frantic, and it showed. Al and Jacob came up behind him, taking cover behind a doorway.

“Alright, fine, but you’ve gotta let the girl go. Once I have her, my partner will toss you the keys.”

“No! Keys first or she dies!”

Hank looked to Trudy, ducking behind the doorframe so he couldn’t be seen. “If you toss the keys, he’s going to have to let go of her,” he whispered.

“We can’t toss him the squad keys, Hank.”

“They’ve got GPS,” he whispered back.

“O’Neal is going to kill us.”

Hank shrugged. “If it saves a little girl, then I’m alright with that. Aren’t you?”

Trudy nodded in reply, then pulled the keys from her pocket with her free hand. “Alright, I’m going to toss them,” she said, peering around the frame and nodding to Al and Jacob.

Al nodded back, and when Trudy tossed the keys, Jacob sprung into action. When the man let go of the little girl, he pulled him back by the neck in a headlock. Alvin ran over and scooped the little girl up, shielding her from the man and running out the front door, not stopping until they were behind the squad car. The man was strong and had fast reflexes, pushing back into Jacob and throwing him against the wall. Jacob dropped his gun and got the breath knocked from his chest.

Trudy and Hank ran in after Al was clear, the man shooting at Hank, making him duck behind an inner wall for cover. Trudy, however, kept pushing forward, grabbing the guy’s arm and pulling it down, using her height and weight to pull it out of socket completely over her shoulder. The man dropped the gun and fell to the floor.

Hank picked up the gun and put it in his waistband. “Don’t move, or I’ll let her break more of you.”

Jacob panted, looking up at Trudy and Hank. He slowly got up, catching his breath. When he was coherent again, he nodded and walked over to Trudy. “Thanks, Platt. I guess I owe you.”

“You’re welcome.” She then picked the guy up as more units rolled up. “Come on, buddy. You’re going to jail.”

The man grumbled something beneath his breath, which Hank seemed to have heard, prompting him to push his knee into the man’s crotch. “Oh, sorry,” he said, clearing his throat. “I thought I saw him resisting your grip. Had to neutralize him.”

Trudy nodded, practically dragging the man out of the house now and into the back of her squad.

Jacob walked over, looking to Hank. “I didn’t realize Platt was real police.”

“Yeah, she is. I don’t hang around people who aren’t.” Hank cocked an eyebrow. “So, it begs the question. Are you real police? Or a wannabe cop with a bad attitude?”

Jacob looked to him. “I guess that’s up to others.”

“What I saw in there was real police. But real police don’t put others down, and they’re not sexist. I remember everything you said in the academy, and so does Trudy.”

“Look, I just… my last partners were women and they didn’t-“

“I don’t give a damn who your last partners were. You’re with us now. You either respect us or we’ll go after your badge. Hear me? We don’t tolerate wannabe cops with bad attitudes, especially toward other cops.”

Jacob looked at Hank, nodding slowly.

Meanwhile, Trudy was talking to Al outside. “Hey, Al, look, I talked to some of my friends in records. They dug up a few things on Logan. Turns out his mother was absent and his dad was an abuser. Makes sense, considering his attitude. I read a court transcript on lunch, and his dad said things like ‘women belong in the kitchen’ and ‘women are toys.’ The judge sentenced him to fifty years when Logan was sixteen. He stayed with his uncle after that, then joined the academy.”

“Explains why he’s sexist,” Al replied. “Doesn’t mean he has to be an asshole about it.”

“I know,” Trudy said with a shrug. “Turns out his last three partners were women. The first two filed complaints against him. During the third he filed for a transfer after getting shot, apparently on accident, from her bullet.”

Al nodded slowly. “I’ll talk with him. Maybe he just needs to be shown differently.”

“Maybe,” Trudy replied as Jacob and Hank emerged from the front door. Hank broke off to brief the field sergeant who had arrived.

Jacob came over, nodding to Al. “Are we all set to leave, Olinsky?”

“You alright? They have an ambo here. Maybe you should get checked out.”

“Just got the wind knocked out of me. No problem.” Jacob shrugged a little.

“Alright,” Al replied. “I already told the field Sergeant our side of the story so we’re all set.”

“Happy patrol,” Trudy said, nodding and walking away from them toward the Sergeant.

Al and Jacob moved into their patrol car, starting it and leaving the scene. Al looked to Jacob. “Platt is real police, you know.”

“Voight told me about it,” he replied with a nod. “I get it.”

“Good. Because I don’t care what’s happened to you in the past. It never justifies being mean to anyone, you understand me?”

Jacob nodded. “I get it, man. Lay off a little. I thanked Platt, didn’t I?”

“Just making sure you know that.”

Jacob nodded again and sighed, watching out the front window as he drove.

.

The two continued patrol, relatively uneventfully, until their shift was over. Then, they turned in their keys and went to the locker room, both changing back into civilian clothes. Jacob looked at Al. “Look, you don’t have to like it, but we’re partners now. I’ll transfer out in a few months, just bear with me until then.”

“I never said you had to transfer out,” Al said, matching his gaze. “I said you shouldn’t be such an asshole.”

“Well, I’m not, okay?”

“Then you need to prove it.”

Jacob sighed, closing his locker and grabbing his bag. “Nothing I say will convince you, will it?”

“Actions speak louder than words.”

Jacob left the room, shaking his head. Hank passed him on the way in, watching as he left, then looking to Al. “You piss him off?”

“Payback for how angry he made me today.”

Hank went to his locker, changing. “Hey, Camille and I are having a small get together tomorrow night. If you’re not busy, bring Meredith. I’m sure holding Justin will help with her state of mind.”

Al nodded. “Alright, we’ll be there.”

“Great,” Hank replied. “Trudy’s coming too, so bring some beer and we’ll let the three of them talk. You and I can sit on the back porch and drink.”

Al chuckled softly. “Sounds good to me.“

—

The next morning, Al was first to the desk to get the keys, getting their squad and settling in as Jacob got into the passenger seat. “Hey, morning. I brought coffee.”

Al looked to him and nodded, taking a cup from him. “Thanks.” He sipped it, then stuck it in the center console as he peeled his banana.

“Why are you always eating those? You superstitious or something?”

“No, but my wife is.” He sighed, checking his mirror, then pulling out onto the street. “Supposedly, oranges and bananas make you more fertile.”

Jacob snorted a laugh, shaking his head. “Who said that?”

“Baby Magazine.”

Jacob laughed again. “You guys trying to get pregnant?”

“Yeah. Meredith’s has a rough go at it.” Al shrugged a little. “It’s been discouraging for me and heartbreaking for her. It’s hard to see her like this.”

Jacob looked to Al. “I’m sorry, man.”

Al hiked his shoulders again. “That’s life.”

“I get it. Life’s kicked me in the ass too.” He mirrored Al’s shrug and the two of them fell silent as they patrolled through the community.

.

Later that afternoon, after making small talk most of the day, they heard a call over the zone for a robbery in progress. Al put on the sirens and sped toward the scene, seeing as they were only a few blocks away. Al and Jacob rolled up, Trudy and Hank also rolling up around the same time. The four of them moved together into the large department store, moving in sync to clear the aisles nearby the door. They instructed people to leave, asking if they knew where the man was.

People were pushing past them in droves, none of them getting a completely clear answer on where the man was, but they found out he had a gun. The four moved quickly through to the registers, guns drawn.

Jacob saw the man first. “There,” he said, motioning to the others as they caught his gaze. Trudy and Al moved around to flank him, their partners moving up the center.

“Chicago PD!” Hank called out. “Drop the weapon!”

The robber started shooting at them, making the cashier behind the register cry out and duck behind the counter.

Hank and Jacob each dove behind something for cover, then Hank peeked up as the man ran through the aisles. “He’s running! Al!”

Al, being the closest, gave chase to the man, the other three moving through the nearby aisles, trying to get ahead of him. The robber pushed some things off the shelves to try and stop Al, which did slow him down. Jacob picked up the chase as he emerged from the next aisle over. “Stop running or you will be shot!”

Al picked back up, running alongside Hank as they came behind Jacob, splitting to flank the robber. That’s when the robber stopped, turning and shooting at Jacob, who had no cover, as they were in the middle of the aisle. Three shots rang out, Jacob falling to the floor for any kind of cover.

Then, the robber fell to the floor as well, groaning. Trudy emerged from the opposite end of the aisle, kicking the gun away from the robber. “Hey, Logan, you alright?!” She ran over to him as Al and Hank came to watch the man.

Jacob panted, slowly sitting up and looking himself over, then nodding. “Yeah, I… I think I’m good. Thanks, Platt. I really owe you now.”

Trudy helped Jacob to his feet. “Alright, come on.”

.

After debriefing the Sergeant, the four of them left for the district. The ride back was mostly silent as Al and Jacob both recovered from the chase, replaying it in their own minds. After that, the two of them clocked out and left for the night, barely saying two words to one another.

—

Later that night, Al and Meredith walked up to Hank’s house, Al having two six-packs in his hand. Meredith knocked on the door, sighing as she looked at Al. “You boys really shouldn’t be drinking. I’ve heard it’s more likely to give your baby defects.”

Al sighed softly and looked to her. “I won’t have sex with you for at least a week, then.”

“Well, I didn’t say that,” Meredith said with a roll of her eyes, kissing Al’s cheek as the door opened.

“Hey Al,” Hank said with a nod and small smile. “Meredith, how are you?”

“Better now that I’m here. Where’s your baby, Hank?”

Hank laughed, motioning them inside and pointing to the living room. “He’s in with Camille. I was just finishing dinner. Trudy should be here soon.”

Meredith shrugged her coat off, laying it over Al’s arm, and took off her shoes, then all but running in to see Camille and Justin. Al hummed, handing one of the six packs to Hank. “Here, hold this.”

“I’ll take them both and put them in the fridge.” Hank did just that, taking both of them from Al’s hands and walking away to the kitchen. Al hung up his coat and Meredith’s, setting their shoes out of the way as well.

He went in to see Camille, and then Justin, who was only a few months old. He let Meredith and Camille talk, walking in to the kitchen to help Hank. “Need anything?”

“Nah, it’s all done. Camille has me trained.” He smiled, leaning against the counter. “Still having issues getting pregnant?”

Al sighed. “You don’t know the half of it.”

“Well, I’m sure it’ll happen. Just gotta be at the right time. You ever tried tracking the cycle and stuff? There’s doctors for that, I think. Wholistic healers or something?”

Al scoffed a little. “I don’t even know everything she’s tried. Sometimes I think she’s trying too hard and maybe it’s interfering more than it’s helping.”

Hank shrugged. “That could be.”

The doorbell rang, and Hank moved out of the kitchen to go greet Trudy, who immediately took to the baby as well, leaving him with a bottle of wine. Hank moved back into the kitchen, grabbing plates to set the table with as he set the wine on the counter. “Grab forks, Al?”

“Yeah,” he said softly, grabbing them from the drawer and helping Hank set the table. Then, Hank dished out dinner for everyone so that it would cool a little bit more on the plates.

“Baked ziti,” Al said, helping Hank distribute a breadstick to everyone. “Looks good, Hank.”

Hank smiled, looking to Al. “The one thing I know I can make without Camille’s help.”

Al matched his smile. “I hear that.”

Suddenly, another knock came to Hank’s front door. Hank stopped, furrowing his brow and walking toward the door, grabbing his gun on the way.

Trudy ran over quickly. “Hey, I invited a friend, it’s alright.”

Hank still kept his gun in hand, opening the door cautiously.

“Hey, Jacob,” Trudy said with a smile.

“Hey Trudy. Hi Hank,” Jacob said with a small nod. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He motioned to the gun in Hank’s hand. “I take it Trudy didn’t tell you I was coming?”

“It’s alright,” Hank said, nodding and setting his gun back down. “Welcome. I’ll get another plate for you.”

“Thanks,” Jacob said, stepping inside. “I, uh, I brought beer. I hope that’s alright.”

“Beer is good,” Trudy said with a smile, shutting the door behind Jacob as he took off his coat and shoes. “Let me introduce you to everyone.”

Hank came back, taking the six pack Jacob had brought and putting it in the fridge as Trudy introduced him to Camille and Meredith, as well as Justin.

Al looked up to Hank. “Trudy invited him?”

“Guess so,” he replied with a shrug. “As long as he’s not a douche, it’s fine with me.”

Al hummed in reply, helping with the last plate for Jacob. Then, Hank called them all to eat.

.

After dinner the three women returned to the living room with wine. Al and Hank cleared the table and started washing dishes. Jacob slowly got up, trying to help out the same. “Do you cook often, Hank?”

“Since Camille got pregnant and gave birth, I have been more often,” he said with a small shrug. “Just helping her out.”

“What about you, Al?”

“Nah, I can’t cook,” Al replied. “Burn it every time.”

“Gotcha,” he replied, helping to dry the dishes as Hank washed and Al rinsed. After a pause, he looked back up to the two. “I really appreciate you guys letting me stay. I know we got off on the wrong foot.”

“It’s all good,” Hank replied, nodding. “As long as you’re not going to be a dick anymore to Trudy or about her.”

“No, she… She’s not like the others. I shouldn’t have stereotyped her.”

“Damn right,” Al replied, looking to Jacob. “Trudy Platt is not like other people.”

“Hear, hear,” Hank said as he turned off the water, wiping his hands. “Come on, it’s a nice night. I’ll get the beer.”

Al, Jacob, and Hank all went to the backyard, each finding a lawn chair to sit in as Hank started a fire in the pit. They sat around it, drinking beer and talking about anything and everything.

[soulcialdent]

Day 4: يقبرني Ya'aburnee (Arabic)

A way to declare your hope that your loved one will outlive you, as it would be unbearable to Live without them.

(Continuation from Day 1: Saudade Entry)

That night after sending the paper plane Neji dreamed about her. There was few different scenes that flashed behind his eyes but there was one he remembered vividly. Probably because it was something that really happened. 

It was the day of the infamous Konohagakure Middle School Brawl. Tenten was known around town for being a hardass. Well, not really a hard ass but she liked to fight. After being bullied for years for being an outsider. She got fed up and slapped the shit out of one of her bullies.  From about 4th grade and on, this made her target. She ended up fighting all the time.

Her parents enrolled her into martial arts classes to help mitigate some of her anger. That’s where she and Neji meet. The winter between junior and senior year of elementary school. They became fast friends eventually attending middle school together. 

Fast forward to the third year in middle school. She had calmed down a bit and it helped that Neji and Lee were there to reign her in and keep her out of trouble-most of the time. Which was a tall task because a lot of people just didn't like her. 

On this day in particular. It just so happened to be a school festival day.  It was packed and raining on and off the entire time. Neji was in the student council office retrieving some supplies.  The door bursts open. 

“Neji Ni-san, it's Tenten. Lee needs to come right now. There out back by the tennis courts “ 

Neji dropped what he was doing. He brushed passed hinata and started running down the hall to head outside as fast as his feet would carry him. When finally did make it out back. The crowd was so thick that he knew he was gonna have a hard time getting thru. But moved as swiftly as he could. 

That's when he saw them. Lee held on to both her hands trying to keep her attention. Naruto stood right next to body blocking her.  Neji ran over to them out of breath. 

“Tenten, are you okay? What's going on” he checked to see if she was injured. 

“I'm fine. I just need to go talk to someone for a second. Lee won't let me go”

Neji was confused. 

“I'm pretty sure she didn't mention it but we've been having some issues with some of Technical Middle School kids. We found them beating up and robbing some freshmen. Turned out they were low level Anbu gang members.  They’ve been taunting us all day”  said Naruto 

“Okay then, let me take you home”  she looked at Lee  “Lee, can you let Iruka Sensei know that i’m taking Tenten home. If he asks, she's not feeling well. 

“Here, take my bike. It’ll be faster” Naruto tossed, his keys into Neji. “It's blue and orange with a frog lock. “Yelled the blonde as he and Lee rushed off to go find Iruka Sensei.

“Come on Tenten” Neji grab her hand and begin pulling her through the crowd. “Were you planning on telling me any of this”

“No, I didn't want you worrying about me” 

“I'm always worry about you. Especially when I’m not around. You do reckless things” 

Tenten scuffed 

“I’m sorry to disappoint you then if that's the case. But what was I supposed to do? Let the those kids get stomped out”

She had a point

“You did the right thing. But what's been happening today?” 

“They been trying to lure me into fighting all day. I'm not sure, how many members are here. But their leader Temari is definitely here. Her second in command I think, his name is Kankuro. He rolled up on me earlier. But Lee scared him off. 

“So what’s your plan?  Did you plan to fight them all by yourself”

“Yeah, if that's how it's gotta be then that's how it's gotta be”

Neji remembers how much that reveal hurt him.

“This is a suicide mission. Are you trying to die?” 

Tenten halted, standing her ground. But I didn't answer him.  And when she didn't answer he continued.

“I don't want you to die”

Tenten flinched, and fear flashed through her eyes and Neji let go. She took a deep breath and stood really tall. 

“Of course not. I just don't want to be scared anymore” 

He hadn't expecting those words out of her mouth. Tenten always seemed so fearless. She was the swing and ask questions later type. That's why Neji had vowed to always protect her.  He really didn't know who he was without her. 

“How does putting your life in danger fix that? I am seriously trying to understand” 

She pondered his words while looking around. 

“I'm not sure it does. If I give them what they want. They'll go away.  I can take solace in knowing that I'm not a coward” 

Tenten was one of the bravest and kindness people he knew. She was a lot of things but a coward, never.

“I understand but I'm still taking you home. We’ll come up with a better solution. "Neji reaches out, to grab her hand again so they continue moving.

But a loud scream echoed behind them. They both swiftly turned around. Somebody had punched Naruto in the back of his head. Two other people started running at him.

Neji went to grab her but missed. Tenten ran across the school yard and kicked one of the attackers right in their back. 

Neji found himself running right behind her and grabbing the second attacker by his shirt and judo flipping him. 

Tenten helped Naruto up and a group of guys and girls with bats, chains and started running at them.  All hell broke was about the brakes loose. The rain started picking up, making visibility almost impossible. 

Neji was sure that were going to die that day.  Neji made peace with it because at the very least they were together. He wants it any other way. Through some what Neji couldn't only assume was divine intervention, they all survived. 

 Lee’s broke one of his legs. Naruto broke his hand and a few broken ribs. Tenten tore her.  A Achilles tendon and few broken ribs. Loving her had brought really hard lessons and Neji the scars to prove it.  But he wouldn't have had it any other way. 

Ya'aburnee

[ghostfrog28]

My Greasefire Life as TikTok Sounds

This isn’t going to be like my DennysVerse posts where there are multiple Denny’s, it’s just the Denny’s character in general. Also, not all of these will be exactly like they are online, some or most will be edited.

~~

Lexi: The PH in the soil is too high, I’m afraid I may die!

Denny’s: Fuck yeah, concrete!

~~

Denny’s, who may or may not be drunk: How the hell you spell shofur?

Ashley: Chauffeur

Denny’s: Ooo fancy pants rich mcgee over here! Fuck you 🖕!

Ashley: …

Denny’s: Spelling-bee ass

Thad, also drunk: He gonna give me the definition next

~~

Thad: Honestly, whatever I’m down for whatever

Denny’s: We could go see a movie

Thad: We could get lunch

Denny’s: We could kill someone…

Ashley: …

Thad: Or, the apple orchard!

~~

Denny’s: Let’s fucking go, baby!

Thad: (Elegant music starts) Let’s go~

~~ Denny’s calling Ash after a graveyard shift: Excuse me, I need your help. You need to kill me.

~~

Denny’s and Ash after finding out Thad is Bi: Hope everyone is having a great Pride Month! Shout out to…The Gays🏳️‍🌈✨

~~

Denny’s before she did Ash’s hair: Who the fuck did your hair?!

Ash: (Turns around) what??

Denny’s: No, I’m on the phone, I’m on the phone

~~ 

Denny’s: On a scale of one to ten, my friend, you’re Fucked✨!

~~

(When they saw the mob of angry hippies) Ash: We cannot escape!

Denny’s: We cannot come out!

Both of them: MAMA?! (Thad)

~~

Denny’s, drunk as hell: It’S wIzArD TiME, MoThEr FuCkEr! (Throws Molotov cocktail at Lexi) FiRe BaLl!

~~ Ash: Denny’s, when was the last time you got any sleep?

Denny’s: I don’t know, two-three days? Not important! I don’t need sleep, I need answers! I need to determine where in this Swamp of unbalanced formulas squat is the toad of truth?!

~~

Duke, extremely high: You ever seen a ghost?!

Ash, trying to plead his case to the police: I was over on the bench. I was over on the bench. I was over on the bench. I was sitting over on the bench. I Was Over On The Bench!

Brady: I made a salad with Craisins!

Thad, trying to bail Ash or Denny’s out of jail: Hello, I’m Chip Mulaney, I’m your father!

Duke: But sometimes, he would be gay~

Denny’s, drunk: Ever been to the goddamn zoo?!

DJ Cookie: I used to smoke crack!

Denny’s, either sleep deprived or hungover or both: What’s yesterday??

Denny’s: Shut up! You’re all gonna die! Street smarts!

Denny’s with the thermos: (Something loudly being set down! Boom! Orange juice! That’s life!

Lexi: Now I’ve thrown him off his rhythm!

Denny’s, Ash, and Thad: Give us some money!

Denny’s beating up Lexi: Stay down on the ground! Stay down on the ground, you motherfucker!

Denny’s or Ash: Do my friends hate me, or do I just need to go to sleep?!

Ash, finding a cover story: But why don’t we just tell our relatives, that I’m a four year old boy?

Denny’s: Hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you?!

Ash after his Mitski meltdown in episode 4: I am now gross!

Brady: But what’s this! PEPPA!

~~ That is all for now! I have a lot more and I’ll probably make another soon!

[aerodaltonimperial]

Hi hello, almost kisses that are interrupted by a third party for junglecorpse pls 🥰

Nick has a singles match in his first PPV, and Shayna throws a party. It's good; Nick's worked his ass off for this, and it's a huge honor to get somethin' like that so damn young. And mostly, it ends up being an excuse to get a bunch of the roster that they like over and hyped up, and Darby can respect that. They deserve to have this happiness. It's been long enough, the house is too quiet.

And at least Shayna gave Darby some spots on the invite list. As many as he wanted, probably, because that's just what she does, but in the end, he only wrote one name down. She might not even really have noticed with all the planning, since she never said anything. He was reasonably sure she'd corner him and ask about it, given... everything.

There's quite a bit of booze. That's kind of a staple at shindigs like this, really. He's pretty sure Orange is on, like, his fourth beer already, and the man has barely even blinked. Fascinating. Darby weaves through the raucous laughter and Nick back pats and shop talk to get to the kitchen where he finds his guest of honor, sitting quietly with a Red Bull clutched between his palms like a lifeline.

"Hey," Darby says.

"Hey," Jack returns. He looks terribly out of place, but maybe it's the leather jacket and the aviators and all the bullshit he seems to enjoy so much lately.

Darby opens the fridge, stares at the rows of bottles and cans. Jack must've found one of Nick's stash, since the fucker is still underage. Darby ends up choosing nothing and closing the door again. "Having fun?"

Jack eyes him for a minute, a sardonic sort of smile on his face. "I, uh, I'm not really sure why I'm here."

That's an opening, and oh, Darby's great at taking those. He grins, arches his eyebrows, and asks, "You wanna see the ring out back?"

Another beat. Then, Jack says, "Sure."

Jack follows Darby out the back door and into the cool air. Seattle's kind of perpetually moist, the sort of place that's always holding just a little bit of rain in reserve. There's really only the one motion-sensor torch between the back door and the garage, and it clicks on as they pass, flooding the grass with yellow. Darby pulls open the door and only hits one of the mounted lanterns, so it's still fairly dark inside.

"This is it, huh?" Jack asks. He makes a circle within, but the ring takes up most of the available space.

"This is it," Darby agrees. He watches—mostly because the way the light catches on Jack's stubble beard is enticing, and the way the man turns, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, bears some of his discarded personality traits. It's hard to describe him as soft now, but Darby can still see the tendrils of it when he squints. "Spent a lot of time here."

Jack's gaze flits to Darby's face. "Does everyone get a tour?"

"Nah," Darby says, and grins. "Just the lucky ones."

Jack goes to the apron and raps his knuckles on the ring surface beneath the ropes. He seems unsure, so Darby makes the decision for him. "Going up?"

That seems to be all Jack needs. He hops up and ducks between the ropes. Then he bounces a bit near the center, knees snapping. Darby follows him in. He's not dressed for this, with his sweatshirt and jeans, but neither is Jack, and besides, Darby doesn't want to actually fight the man. It's just intoxicating to be here with him, in this place. With no one else.

"You invited me?" Jack says, and it's not a question. Maybe he's catching on, if the way he's taken his hands out of his pockets and flexed his fingers is any indication.

"Well, don't read too much into it," Darby replies. "I invited Sammy, too."

Jack's eyebrows arch. "Really?"

"No. Fuck that guy."

Jack laughs: loud and bright, and oh, man, it's been awhile since Darby heard that. There's something about the way Jack laughs, too, that warms him from the inside out. And Darby lunges at him, tries to catch him off-guard in the tail end of it. Misses, but not by much, and Jack has to skip off to the side to avoid it.

"Kind of an asshole, you know?" Jack says. "You haven't talked to me in months, and then, what... you throw an invitation in here?" Jack drops, leg outstretched, and almost knocks Darby over when he swings it across the ring surface. "How badly did you want me to show up?"

"More than Trent," Darby replies. He grabs for Jack's arms, gets one for a few seconds before Jack wriggles free. "More than Ricky, for sure."

"Too easy," Jack says. "Try something harder. More than Sting?"

He ends up going down again, gets his legs around Darby's calf and topples him. At least Darby was sort of expecting that move; he hits the mat with both palms and flips, taking Jack over with him as he falls. Ends up on top of the man, knees on either side of Jack's legs.

"That's not a fair comparison," Darby replies, and fuck, he's breathing fast. His heart's stuck up in his throat, all swollen and clingy.

"Why not?" Jack asks, before aiming for Darby's shoulder with his elbow. If he'd hit, that might have really hurt, but Darby grabs his wrist, slams it down onto the ring. Gets his other hand, too, for good measure, and it probably sinks in slower than it should that he's got Jack's wrists pinned, hunched on all fours over the guy.

Jack's staring up at him, too, with those wide fucking eyes that gleam impossibly bright.

"Different categories," Darby murmurs, and their faces are close enough that he can feel the heat of Jack's hitched breaths.

"What does that mean?" Jack whispers. He isn't trying to get out of the hold any longer, but Darby can feel his muscles trembling all the same.

Darby leans closer, gets his mouth so it skims across Jack's jaw when he replies, very low, "I don't wanna kiss Sting."

Jack sort of groans. Sort of, because it's strained and not unhappy, and he shifts his arms just enough to slide their palms together, tangling their fingers. His eyes are so fucking dark and so fucking big, and he smells like a tang of aftershave, and all Darby wants is to lick his way into Jack's mouth, which he's nearly close enough to do, and Jack's got his lips parted, leaning up to meet him, and—

"Oh, goodness!" Shayna, from the entry. Darby scurries off of Jack's form as she's got her hands on the door. "I didn't know you were in here! I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Then she directs her index finger towards him, all business. "Ten minutes, Darby, and you bring him inside for a proper introduction."

Darby's never had a hard-on shrivel that fast before. He grimaces into his hand as Shayna struggles the door closed again, and Jack, the absolute shit, pushes up on his elbows. He's laughing.

"That felt like getting caught by your mom," he says, with the widest, most obnoxious smile.

"That was worse than getting caught by my mom," Darby moans. "Jesus fucking Christ."

Jack gets up onto his feet, and then holds his hand out to help Darby up. "You lack follow-through on the planning."

"Shut up," Darby grumbles, but he does accept the hand.

Jack pulls him up, and, without warning, keeps tugging, hauls Darby forward further. Gets their mouths mashed together with his fingers wrapped around Darby's, and he tastes like Red Bull. Darby does lick into the corner of his lips just to get a stronger burst of it. Fuck, he really loves the way Jack kisses his mouth apart, demands more just to pull away again.

"Come on," Jack murmurs, close enough that Darby gets the bristles of his beard dragging across his chin. "You have to go introduce me. Better make it good. What're you gonna go with?"

"An asshole," Darby laughs, and only half means it.

[multiversxwhore]

Sam Winchester x black!oc

Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of non-con intent

a/n: it’s been a while hasn’t it? I literally forgot all about this until a few hours ago, I’ve been re-watching some episodes of supernatural, and some of my co-workers are fans of the show too. Not quite Supernatural weather outside lol, but I missed writing/posting about my baby Sam. Not quite sure if I’m going to continue this, and if I do obviously if you follow me you’ll know. Leave me a sweet comment, reblog, and like pwease. 🫶🏽

The low rumble of Dean’s impala, or ‘Baby’ is enough to keep me sleeping, but Sam, and Dean’s bickering wouldn’t cease long enough for me to at least reach the REM stage.

“It’s barely a case here Sam, why are you bothering?” Dean questions; the tone of his voice begging for his baby brother to drop the subject, but there’s not a chance Sam can be persuaded otherwise once he's got even the smallest inkling. As far as I can tell Sam has been pressing Dean about these suspicious missing persons for an hour. Dean invented the word stubborn, but I know this is rooted in something that a younger sibling couldn’t see. After escaping hell by the skin of his teeth, working on a mysterious case without knowing what they were up against was a terrible idea.

“People mysteriously missing is a case, and it should bother you too Dean.” The two of them fell into a moment of silence, so I tried to close my eyes thinking I could at least catch a nap, but I could tell by the way Sam exhaled that he wasn't finished with guilt tripping his brother.

“Saving people, hunting things…you’re just gonna abandon that? For what? Because the monster isn't big, or bad enough?” Sam didn't have to be so condescending, he had some nerve considering that he put the fate of the world at risk by following the words of a demon. Just thinking about Ruby made me want to pop him in the back of the head, and thinking about them fucking in my bed made me want to beat his ass from the back seat, I digress. The quiet growl of the Impala filled my ears once more, I waited for a moment or two, then yawned, and stretched across the seat. I was tired of laying down anyway. I gaze out the window, the sky blurred into a color of soft pinks, and orange creating a peach color. I look forward through the windshield to see the sun peaking over the horizon, my eyes darted over to Sam whose head is turned to the window, no doubt scowling for a reason he probably will refuse to talk about. I move on to Dean, we lock gazes through the rear view mirror, my finger pokes his arm, his eyes soften, my lips pulled into a gentle smile. I hated when they tore each other apart like this, usually I’m the voice of reason, but things haven't been the same since Sam broke the seals, and went to Hell…then came back.

“Welp, I’m hungry, whatever we’re doing I hope there’s a pit stop in the next town.” I breathed out; the sound of my stomach growling quietly, I ruffle Sam’s hair playfully, and threw a kiss at Dean through the rearview mirror, then fell back into my seat. I put my headphones over my head using the sound of my own music to drown out their silent argument. After about another hour and a half of driving I could feel the car slowing to a stop, turning to the window I saw that Dean finally decided to stop at a 7/11. I smile at the thought of cheap greasy convenient store food, and snacks; I carefully place my phone back into my bag. “C’mon, someone move their ass, I need food.” I tap my hand on Sam’s shoulder rapidly, my energy suddenly skyrockets, “there’s a monster energy with my name on it.” Sam snorts as he gets out the passenger side, Dean quickly follows so his knees don't get slammed against the steering wheel. Sam pulls the seat forward for me, he offers me a hand to help me out of the back seat, my boot gets caught, so I grab onto his shoulders for support. Our faces haven't been this close in a long while, I'd be lying if I said I missed it.

The corners of my lips curl into a playful smirk, his eyes try to look elsewhere, but my gaze remains on him, my foot already free. I couldn't help but rub my presence in, “Thanks Sammy.” I whispered, a moment of weakness and his eyes found mine again, I took that opportunity to peck him on the cheek close to his mouth. I turned on my heels, and headed into the convenient store leaving the two brothers behind. I grab a handbasket from the front, the cashier greets me, I barely wave a hand, I feel like a starved person, but it's only been a few days. I split my last poptart with Dean two states ago. I stopped at the chip aisle, my eyes scanning for what I craved the most, and right as I was reaching for it someone else's hand grabbed the last bag. “You gotta be kidding me.” My jaw clenched, my eyes looked up from the strangers beat up sneakers to see a young man around my age. A smug look on his face, had I not been so annoyed I probably would have thought he was cute.

“Oops, my bad, look on the bright side. There’s plenty of other bags of Hot Cheetos.” He took a step forward to move past me, but I side stepped him, my arms folded across my chest. An elderly woman moved through the aisle politely, but nothing could rip me away from this prick. “I want the lime flavor, give them to me.” I demanded, as I suspected he burst into laughter, he took his time eyeing me, committing me to his memory, I felt naked under his scrutiny.

“And what are you gonna do if I don't? Please give me a reason to gut you sweetheart.” He threatened me, he whispered harshly, like a flip of a switch this stranger turned psychotic, without hesitation I pulled out my switchblade.

“Is there a problem?” Dean’s voice came from behind me, the douchebag standing in front of me gazed at me wearily, now having second thoughts, he tossed me the chips, and I caught them with my unoccupied hand. When I looked up, the guy was scurrying out of the store, I turned to see Dean staring in the direction the other man had run off to; Sam came rounding the corner from a different aisle. He too has a hand basket full of food, our gazes met, I chewed on my bottom lip out of habit, and it didn't go unnoticed by Sam. He parts his lips to speak, whatever he was going to say, I did not want to hear at this moment. I didn't want to talk about Ruby, and him cheating on me. We had that conversation once, it ended with me shooting him in the shoulder. “I’m guessing those Red Bulls are for me?” I forced myself to speak first, Sam nodded his head holding out the basket to me, I transferred the drinks into my own hand basket, and turned around on my heels to leave. I can hear Dean mumble “real smooth guys.” As I walk past him, we wrap up our pit stop with Dean filling up Baby. Sam and I sat in the car patiently waiting.

“You know that stuff is just battery acid Mani? Seriously.” Sam speaks up from the front seat, I noticed the numbers on the gas pump have stopped rolling, but Dean continues to stand there. I roll my eyes, he’s forcing us to have this conversation, I guess I mine as well rip the bandaid off again.

“Yea whatever.” I mumbled, my bites turning into nibbles as I tried to make my barbecue chicken bites last longer than I knew they were going to. Sam turned in his seat as much as he could so that he could face me, my bottom lip poking out upon making eye contact.

“I'm sorry.” He whispers; his hand reaches out for me, instead of taking it I stuff the rest of the chicken in my mouth, and place the trash in his palm. He burst out into a fit of laughter, glad to know he took my avoidance of affection as comedy, but he could have had a worse reaction I guess. As Dean pulled the driver's side door open, Sam quieted down, a soft accepting smile. He turned to face the front, Dean peered over to Sam, then to me through the rearview, but I didn't meet his gaze. He audibly breathed through his nose, started the car, and pulled off onto the road. I go back to listening to my own music for the duration of our drive as I wait for us to reach our destination.

“Alright, so there’s been an update on the case since I last looked, bodies are starting to turn up, and it looks like they’ve all been stabbed to death—

Dean cuts him off, a nonchalant expression etched onto his face, “yeah so what, humans stab each other all the time, Iman literally just threatened a man with a pocket knife.” I scoffed, it’s not like I was given a choice, that guy was seriously freaking me out, I was going to argue back when Sam spoke up loud enough for us both to hear.

“And their major organs were missing…so, not so human Dean.” Sam sat at the small breakfast table on the opposite side of the hotel room, his laptop in front of him, and his hunter's journal flipped open to a half finished page. Dean dragged his hand over his face, he sighed heavily, and let his body fall into the bed, “Shit…it’s a demon isn't it?” Before Sam regained consciousness after his return from hell, Dean, and I spent most of the time dreaming up scenarios where we’d just take a huge vacation. That’s what we thought would happen, Castiel was taking care of things upstairs, and Crowley, well he was too busy re-establishing the “business of hell.” Or whatever Kings of Hell did. Unfortunately for us Sam wants to work. “That means this has been the first demon activity in weeks, I guess Crowley got bored.” Sam looked up at me stunned by my presence, he held my gaze a moment too long, so I focused my eyes on my phone instead.

“We’re going into town first thing tomorrow morning, let’s try and get some sleep for now.” Dean yawns, his body already stretching, and twisting to turn to his side facing away from Sam and I. Only the sound of keyboard typing, and mouse clicking filled the silence. “You’re not going to sleep are you?” Sam asked over his shoulder, the corner of his mouth pulled upward into a half smile; I shrugged, the only time I actually slept was when we were on the road. The long drives, the constant moves soothes my mind, “I’ve never been able to relax in still environments…too vulnerable.” I mumbled, my hands fidgeting with the hem of my sleeves, he paused his research, and turned to me.

“I’ll always have your back Imani, you know that.” Sam attempts to reassure me, I believed him, his vowel has never faltered. Even if it meant him sacrificing himself, Ruby hated that. No matter what, she couldn’t get Sam to kill me, and it caused a huge upset between them when he physically put his body between us when she tried to carry out the job herself. Too exhausted to physically respond back I nodded my head mustering a soft smile, this satisfied him enough to go back to his work, and leave me be. I turned to look at the clock by the bedside, it was hardly midnight, so I decided at least my body could rest even if my mind wouldn't.

“I’ll pretend to sleep, and if you need me you can pretend to wake me up?” My voice a little above a whisper, Sam lets out a chuckle, but nothing more is said.

About an hour later, the hotel phone rings, I turn over to Dean, but he’s fast asleep. I looked up to Sam, and he had passed out in his chair with his face planted on the table. “And then there was one.” I groan, pulling myself up from the bed, the phone continues to ring as if the caller was hell bent on me answering.

“Hello?” I answered, there’s heavy breathing for a moment before what sounds to be a man’s voice on the other end.

“Oh, I didn’t expect anyone to answer.” The man said, my eyebrows pinch together, and as I shift my weight from one hip to the other, I become increasingly annoyed.

“What’s the point of calling someone if you don’t want an answer ?” I asked, I knew I should have hung up the phone, but I was in the mood to argue.

“I don’t know, if a tree falls in the middle of the forest when no one’s around does it make a sound?” The stranger asked sarcastically, Sam grumbled something in his sleep, but nothing more.

“What?” I don’t know what stupid kid was playing on the hotel phones late at night, but now I’m wishing I didn’t answer.

“Okay, okay, for real this time…what’s your favorite scary movie?” My body went rigid, a chill ran up my spine, no matter how I answered this I knew the bullshit was going to start regardless. ‘Would someone be dumb enough to copy a movie killer in real life?’ I thought to myself, I was hoping the answer would have been no, yet here we are.

“Who is this?” My voice was still a bit groggy from sleep.

“I asked a question first, play along and maybe I’ll be nice. Maybe I’ll spare you.”

“Scream? Really?” My eyes looked over to Sam, he continued to snore lightly, I cursed myself as I remember I left my gun on the nightstand near my bed.

“Answer the fucking question.” He said in a creepy melodic manner, I should have hung up five minutes ago, but now I have to see this through.

“Ugh I don't, I guess Hellraiser.” I shrugged, I should have chosen a better movie.

“Ah! That’s a great choice, now here’s the game, I ask you trivia questions, and for every one you get wrong…somebody dies.”

“What!” I shouted, my heart pounding viciously, Dean and Sam jumped up out of their slumber. Both of their guns at the ready.

“Wait…until I finish the rules, you interupt me again before I’m done and I’m going fucking gut you.” Both our ends of the phone are silent, my feet glued to the ground, I heard Sam and Dean calling for me.

“Now, I will ask you the questions you have ten seconds to answer, and no one is allowed to help you. If your meat head of a boyfriend so much as hints to you it’s all over. Do you understand?” He asked, I could feel the sickening grin grow on his lips from my side of the phone, I looked over to Dean who watches be with an expectant gaze.

“Do you understand!” He shouted making me jump, I nearly choked on my spit from trying to answer too fast.

“Fuck, yes I understand.” At this point Sam had gotten up from his seat, he tried to snatch the phone from me, but I bent down dodging his reach.

“Question one, what is a Cenobite?” He asked

I wanted to kick myself for the way my brain froze, I’ve watched that movie more times than I can count, the answer is right on the top of my tongue.

“10, 9, 8.” He began to count down, my heart thudded, and my hands trembled. I inhaled deeply, “7,6,5.”

“They’re Levathins.” I answered quickly, I knew the second I said it I was wrong.

“Wronggg!” The jerk shouted from his end of the phone.

“No.” I denied my error, how could I have been wrong? I’ve read about this before.

“Wrong, wrong, wrong! And now someone dies! Brb.” He shouted like a child

The line went dead, my eyelids grew wide, “What the fuck just happened?” I mumbled, my heart still pounding, someone’s hand grabbed my shoulder, it turned me around, and I came face to face with Sam.

“Iman…who was that on the phone?” He asked calmly, my eyes raised to meet him, Dean took the phone from my hands. It took me a moment to answer, I fought to clear my panicked thoughts to communicate clearly.

“Some guy…he made me play some stupid trivia game about horror movies. Said that if I got them wrong he would kill someone. Sam I, I got the question wrong now an innocent person is going to die because of me.” My voice breaks, my eyes sting at the presence of tears brimming my bottom eyelids.

“What else did he say?” Sam persists, I don’t blame him, once I get to crying I’m useless.

“He said brb.” I said, I turned to Dean who had sat at the edge of his bed, a confused expression on his face.

“What the hell is brb?” Dean suddenly spoke up, Sam’s face screwed up into a look of annoyance at his older brother.

“Dude, you don’t know what brb is? What century do you live in?” Sam scoffed, they began to bicker, and usually I let them.

“Be right back, brb means be right back. It’s text lingo, but that’s not the point. Whoever this dick head is, we need to find him before there’s another victim.” I cross the room back to my bed, while I’m looking through my bag there’s a knock at the door. Before either of us had a chance to answer, someone kicked the door open. Both Sam, and Dean emptied their guns on him, it did no good. On the other side of the door stood someone dressed in a long black robe, with a Ghost Face mask, “Sorry sweetheart, I just couldn’t wait for another game.” He said, I recognized the voice from the man over the phone, two more people dressed in identical outfits appeared from behind him. They both charged at Sam, and Dean. This left me to myself while they were tussling, I thrust my hands out in an attempt to use abilities that I’ve abandoned. For a moment Ghost Face began to twist in pain as he held his head, but he fought against it, my eyes darted to Sam who had gotten shoved through the hotel wall. ‘Shit, I’m stronger with Sam.’ Before I knew it, Ghost Face had grabbed me around my waist, and we stumbled onto the bed.

He got a good feel on me as his gloved hands squeeze my thighs, he takes his time to move up to my breast until both his hands wrap around my throat. I fought against him as hard as I could, but this man was impossibly heavy.

“I can’t wait to cut you open, and gut you princess.” He says heavily, his crotch rubbing up against my thigh, I’ve never felt so disgusted. His hand came over my face to caress it, his thumb brushed over my lip, so I took that opportunity to bite him.

“Ugh you bitch!” He shouted pulling away, I wasn’t fast enough, still a bit dizzy from him cutting my air off I moved my head too fast causing a sharp pain to shoot through my head. Next thing I knew, he had reared his fist back, and punched me hard enough to knock me out cold.

[bearlytolerant]

Fandom: Starfield

Rating: T

Pairing: Sam Coe x f!Spacefarer

Word Count: 1241

somewhere close to me

Sunset washes the balcony in warm orange hues where Sam leans against the railing, sipping from his glass of Chandra Melbec. Wine isn’t his regular go-to. But this one isn’t half bad. The waiter’s description—if he’s remembering correctly—was a full bodied red wine with notes of chocolate and fresh earth.

Apparently he likes the taste of bittersweet dirt.

The sight of Shepard’s hand lingering on a very tall and very bald man, he does not like so much. Not that he blames the man for doing so. Shepard is a sight to behold and it isn’t fair.

“Hey, you look just like Sam Coe.” Everything in him wants to ignore the comment. But he plasters on a charming smile and turns to address the gala attendee. Just a kid, maybe pushing twenty, probably not unlike him at that age. Most likely being dragged around and forced to attend fancy events, riding the coattails of his wealthy parents. Sam softens.

“You know, I get that a lot.”

“Huh, weird. You’re not him though, right?”

“What if I told you I am?”

“Nah, you look too old to be him.”

Doing his best not to laugh he tells the kid, “well, we don’t all age gracefully.”

The kid stares at him a little dumbfounded but then his eyes light up and his mouth kinda hangs in an O as he processes the information.

“You are him! Can I get a selfie?”

Sam obliges, setting his glass of wine on a nearby table. Smiling big, the kid pulls out his phone and snaps a shot of them side by side. “My grandma’s going to love this! Thanks man!”

He wanders off and Sam sighs. Honestly, he never considered he might be popular amongst the elderly. Learn something new everyday.

Sam grabs his wine again. Takes a sip. Swirls the glass and watches the kid move on to the next conversation. Then his eyes drift back to Shepard where the tall man’s hand is settled just above the swell of her ass. His fingers barely graze the exposed skin on her back and he practically chokes on his next sip of wine.

It’s none of his business but his feet are already carrying him over there.

Shepard is all smiles, more than she usually is. “Oh, Sam, this is Dalton Fiennes, Ryujin’s Chief of Security. This is—“

“Akila’s very own Sam Coe,” the stoic man says while sticking his hand out.

Sam switches the wine to his other hand. There’s a little surprise that this man—Dalton—would be familiar with the Coes. Maybe his fan base consists of more than just grannys. Or, more likely, it’s his job to know anyone and everyone worth knowing. His job to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong. He extends his hand to Dalton. Of course, the guy’s got a firm grip. It’s crushing but at least Dalton’s large and surprisingly soft hand isn’t on Shepard’s back anymore.

“So how did you two meet?” Sam asks, trying not to be too obvious as he flexes his fingers.

Shep says, “you know when you and I first met and I had just started working at Ryujin to make ends meet?”

Sam nods.

“There was a bit of a security issue which required us to work closely together. I was able to become well acquainted with Dalton through that.”

The emphasis isn’t lost on him nor is that smile that’s thrown at Dalton.

“Have to applaud her. Without her assistance, Ryujin would have had an insurmountable mess to clean up. She’s truly a unique and remarkable woman.”

“I wholly agree,” Sam says.

“Keep the praise coming, it’s nice to have the ego stroked every now and then,” Shepard says with a small laugh.

“I would gladly give you well deserved praise all night.”

Sam nearly chokes again, the wine burning as it goes down. They don’t notice. He watches as the two of them exchange a meaningful glance and then she looks away, taking a sip from her own glass of wine. Sam wants to tease her and he would if they were alone. Or maybe with their friends. Certainly not as the third wheel to whatever dynamic he’d found himself in.

The half beat of silence is interrupted when Dalton says,”excuse me. It appears I am being summoned.” He’s looking past them, listening to someone speak on his earpiece. Then he gives Shepard a charming smile and brushes his fingers down her arm, briefly squeezing her hand before letting it go. “It was lovely seeing you here tonight, Zero.”

Her name is a number and Dalton makes it so intimate and personal. Sam practically has goosebumps on his arms and he’s not even the intended audience.

“Hopefully, I will have the pleasure of crossing your path again.”

“Likewise. Have a wonderful evening Dalton,” she says.

Sam’s heart is in his throat. He downs the other half of his wine in an instant and follows Shepard back to the balcony.

“Was it just me or was there some heat between you two?”

It’s not some and there’s no question. But how else is he supposed to ask if she’s taken and that’s his competition?

Shepard’s cheeks are a lovely pink and he doesn’t remember ever seeing them like that before. She’s not really the blushing type. Usually she’s the one causing the blushing.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

Sam leans over the balcony railing, though his attention is fully on Shep. “So you two—uh—“

“Do you really want to go there?”

“We don’t have to. But I would like to remind you of a certain someone who was really pushy on the subject of Jacob Coe.”

“Fair point.” She sighs. “It’s a yes—after I stopped working there. I—he, well.” She clears her throat, lost for a moment in what he can only assume is a memory. The blush blooms brighter, and she chuckles a little.

There’s a moment of regret as he hangs onto her every word. Not sure if he can handle the details that she might lay on him but to satisfy his curiosity, he needs to know.

“The simplest answer is we were—something but weren’t cut out for that something long term. Mostly myself to blame for that.”

He silently thanks whatever gods might be out there for sparing him.

She breathes deep and meets his gaze. “I realized that it wasn’t fair to be with him when I’m madly in love with someone else.”

“Oh.” Sam deflates.

Who the hell is she in love with? Someone from Constellation? Another random person that he has yet to meet? Even though a tiny voice in his head hopes that someone is him, he doubts it could be. But he doesn’t ask and she doesn’t tell. Everything about her is unreadable. Still, he thinks of the kiss on his cheek earlier. Makes him wonder. But he’s seen her kiss Walter on the cheek too. Something like that isn’t enough to go on when making bold and grandiose declarations of his—feelings. Not to mention—oh no—the revelation dawns on him. Did she see him as another father figure?

Though time suspends for him, everyone around them is shuffling to their seats. The gala performances are to begin. There’s more food to eat, wine to drink.

“Come on, let’s go find Walter and Issa.”

Sam follows, setting his muddied mind aside, hoping for something stronger than a glass of wine.

[salemoleander]

Chapter 2 of With Soul Intent

Ultimately, they decide as a group to head to TIES. Tango’s admin expertise and Etho’s everything-else expertise make them the clear people to start with, especially as they both also fall in the rarified category of ‘potential to make worse technical choices than Grian’. (Much of the delay in heading over was due to Bdubs, who kept interrupting the discussion to insist that Etho would never be that dumb.)

They’ve only just made it to the river bed when Pearl and Bigb pop out of seemingly nowhere to the side of the group.

“What’s all this then?” Pearl asks, the latter half of her question difficult to hear due to the matching screeches of surprise Bdubs and Joel emit. (Joel isn’t that surprised; he just thinks yelling is fun.)

Walking at the front of the group, Grian keeps moving, calling back, “Walk and talk, people, come on.”

Pearl rolls her eyes at the dismissal, staying stubbornly put, and turns her attention to Jimmy for an explanation.

“Server’s haunted,” Jimmy says solemnly.

“Sorry, what?” Bigb asks.

Joel nods, suppressing a grin. “Server’s haunted.”

Pearl and Bigb rotate their attention to Cleo, who is surreptitiously trying to fix their war paint, and mostly just spreading the blood and/or paint ominously over their cheeks. Joel approves of the look.

Cleo nods. “Yup, server’s haunted.”

“Oh, would you- it’s not haunted, guys,” Grian says, having fallen back when no one followed him. Muttering, he adds, “Ghosts would be way easier.”

“Um, why is the time stopped?” Bigb asks, nervously checking his wrist and looking around like it’s a prank one of them will cop to. Which, Joel has to admit, if he had admin privileges on here that is absolutely something he would do.

“Grian broke the server,” Scar says eagerly.

“I did not! Scar, that’s-“

“I regret going along with the joke now, congrats everyone.” Cleo sighs, aura of responsibility slightly undermined by half of her face being red now. Turning to the Neighbors, she says, “Clocks stopped, Grian is in here with us so he can’t fix it, we’re going to ask Tango or Etho for help because they’ve done weird admin tech stuff before. That’s all.”

“Also you can come with, if you like,” Jimmy pipes up. “Probably should, so if anything changes or we all need to weigh in we’re together already.”

Pearl and Bigb fall in behind their motley crew, and they continue the trek over to TIES Tower. Joel keeps a watchful eye on the group, as they bicker and joke their way forward. He’s not good at details, and can’t figure out who exactly is giving weird vibes, but something feels… off, and he keeps worrying the idea like a loose tooth. It feels tense, like the moment between making eye contact with an enderman and getting your ass beat by said enderman.

It could simply be the lack of time passing that’s putting him off-kilter. Standing to the side of the bridge waiting for the others to cross, he stares west at the setting sun. It lazes on the horizon, frozen in the sky like some great big ominous orange. Yeah, Joel reckons that could be it.

“TIESSS, where are ya?” Pearl calls, directing her yell vaguely in the direction of their underground base.

A muffled, agreeable response echoes up from below. The group shuffles unenthusiastically towards the edge of the sandbar, everyone looking down at the water and the faint light emanating from the hidden doorway they are all (by now) aware of.

“You know, everyone complains about the frog noses being creepy,” Bigb says, “but at least our door isn’t underwater.”

“UGH,” Joel says, and plunges into the ocean. It’s not terribly cold, but with the low angles of light from the sunset, and silt kicked up as others enter the water, visibility is terrible. He grabs onto kelp and seagrass, pulling himself over to the ‘secret’ entrance.

Emerging dripping seawater onto the stone floor, Joel spares half a moment to worry about pressure plates – but the ground is solid underfoot.

Someone shoves at his shoulder from behind, and he shuffles quickly forward to make way for Grian and the others. As everyone makes their soggy way in, Impulse emerges from a side hallway. Halfway to raising his hand in greeting, he freezes for a moment upon seeing the crowd of wet mostly-enemies.

“Uhhh, hey, what’s the idea here? I thought I heard Pearl ask to come in, not-“ he gestures to the packed hallway.

“I am here!” Pearl calls from the back, busy squeezing water out of her hair.

Grian marches a few purposeful steps forward, and Joel cocks his head when Impulse stays put. More guts than he’d have guessed.

“Impulse the server is messed up – time’s not working right now.” As Impulse raises his own wrist to check, Grian continues, “I was hoping to talk with Tango or Etho, see if they might know how to fix it.”

Impulse looks a bit crestfallen at this, and Grian awkwardly tacks on, “Or- or you, or anyone, I just thought-“

Cleo chimes in, “We didn’t think you’d ever been stupider than Grian, to have caused something like this before. You’re too sensible.” Despite their sardonic tone, Impulse brightens considerably at the addition.

“Well, I guess that kind of explains the entourage. Tango and Skizz are down mining, but Etho is-“ He stops.

“Etho is…?” Grian prompts.

A divot appears between Impulse’s eyebrows. Joel thinks it makes him look like some kind of weird, consternated fish.

“I’m not actually sure?” Impulse says, tone rising. “He was hanging around, but I don’t think I’ve seen him for at least a couple hours. Which is weird. Hey, as much as I love having a bunch of visitors who may be motivated to kill me, do you all have to be right here?”

“Impulse! I am shocked, shocked, that you would think our plans are anything less than gentlemanly,” Scar proclaims, picking back up the pressure plate he’s just placed down.

Cleo rolls her eyes. Then she blanches, which is concerning. Joel didn’t know zombies could blanch.

“Where’s Bdubs?” she asks, gently pushing Jimmy out of the way to look behind him, like Bdubs could’ve somehow gotten lost in the group like an errant suitcase.

Joel feels a jolt as he realizes – Bdubs has been gone for a while. “At least since the bridge, he’s been gone,” he says, feeling uncharacteristic concern. He wouldn’t normally care if Bdubs wandered off- or got killed, for that matter- but it feels… off, for him to do it when they’re dealing with an actual problem.

Impulse groans. “That’s gotta be where Etho is, too. Those two are-“ He shakes his head.

Grian raises a finger and starts to respond, when everything is cut short by the arrival of two chat messages.

Tango tried to swim in lava to escape Skizzleman

Skizzleman tried to swim in lava

The room around the corner and down the stairs is suddenly filled with sound.

“I am SO sorry dude, I didn’t mean to-“ That’s Skizz, voice strident and apologetic.

“Hey no, you’re go- We’ve got company.” Aaand Tango.

Impulse yells, “What happened?” down the stairs, and after a few moments they both emerge from the depths of the base.

Skizz looks chagrined, and Tango looks… Joel isn’t sure what Tango looks like. His expression seems blank, and then lurches suddenly into a grin.

“This goofball broke the wrong block, and my stupid flailing got us both killed! We're a bunch of- bunch a clowns!”

Standing near the back, Scar speaks up, confusion evident. “Why didn’t your timers go down?”

Scrambling to check, they both raise their wrists to reveal… well, Joel isn’t 100% what their times were before, because he’s only really been tracking his own, Grian’s, and Jimmy’s. But based on the shocked gasps Skizz and Tango give, Scar is right.

“Is that… expected, given the timers are paused?” Impulse asks Grian, who looks vaguely ill in the flickering torchlight.

“Not really,” he says. “It means- it means something is really broken.”

Everyone starts talking and yelling at once.

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You're My Daughter-Vinny Mauro

Imagine being Vinny's teenage daughter, and him spending the whole day with you, since your boyfriend cheated on you the day before, and Vinny comforts you after you start crying and try jumping off his car to kill yourself

Y\N Pov

I've been crying in my bed since last night, after I found out that my boyfriend had been cheating on me for 3 months with the schools whore, Jessica Shinoda, she got every boy in the school to fuck her and for the next few months she dates them, until she finds someone who she hasn't fucked in her bed yet. I sighed as I felt more tears falling down my face; I shouldn't be crying over that dick, at least that's what my dad had told me. I put my head in my pillow, and just sat there on my bed sobbing my eyes out. A few minutes later, I hear a knock on my door and a voice says

"hey, princess, can I come in?"

It was my dad, Vinny Mauro, [yes, my dad's the drummer of Motionless In White]. I sighed, and quietly said

"yes"

I hope he heard me because I didn't talk very loud. A few seconds later, I hear the door open and my dad says

"I brought you breakfast in bed"

I looked up from my pillow, and saw my dad carrying a tray of pancakes, bacon, some fruit, and a glass of orange juice. I slightly smiled, and threw my pillow back to where my other pillows were. I watched as dad set the tray of food in front of me, and he gave me a sympathy smile, while sitting down next to me on the bed, and said

"don't cry over that dickhead, it isn't worth your tears"

I nodded, and said

"I love him, but he turned out to be a cheat, he never loved me, but it hurts a lot"

My vision got blurry as more tears filled my eyes; I let the tears fall as I started sobbing again. I buried my head in my dad's chest as I kept crying. I kept sobbing into my dad's chest, while dad wrapped his arms around me and held me, like a baby. After a few minutes, I finally stopped crying, and I hear dad say

"Aiden is a fucking shit head, I'm sure he has a small dick to; I'm going to beat his little ass"

I laughed, and asked

"do the guys know yet?"

I saw my dad nod his head, and said

"I called them last night, and told them about what happened. Ricky had already said that "he's gonna beat his motherfucking cheating ass"

I nodded my head, and asked

"how did you get him to not beat his ass?"

Dad looked at me, and said

"all of your uncles kept on arguing about who was going to beat his ass, until they all agreed that they'd all do it"

I blinked, and asked

"did they actually beat his ass last night or are they planning on doing it today?"

Dad looked at me, and said

"knowing your uncles, they probably did it last night"

I nodded, and heard 'Werewolf' playing telling me that someone was calling me; I looked at my phone to see who was calling, and I saw that it was Uncle Chris calling me. I slightly smiled, and answered the phone; the first thing I saw when I answered was all the guys celebrating something. I gave them a confusing look, and Chris said

"we did a little outing last night, and let's just say that we beat Aiden's little wimpy ass"

I laughed, and said

"I'm assuming you and the rest of my uncles had fun"

I saw Chris nod, and Ricky stole the phone out of his hand, and said

"hey, kiddo, beating Aiden's ass was fun!"

I rolled my eyes, when Ricky had said that, I didn't know beating someone's ass was so much fun. A few seconds later, dad took the phone out of my hands, and gave Ricky the weirdest look. My dad gives Chris and Ricky a lot of weird looks, but this is the weirdest one yet. I heard Ricky and Chris screaming out the lyrics to their own songs. I saw my dad roll his eyes, and say

"Rick, what are you doing?"

I looked back at my phone, and saw uncle Ricky dancing on the table. Honestly, he looked like a stripper, but without a strip pole. I grabbed my phone out of my dad's hands, and asked

"Uncle Ricky, why do you look like a stripper, but without a strip pole?"

I hear my dad laughing, and he says

"alright I'm gonna hang up now; me and Y\N have to get dressed"

Get dressed? Are we going somewhere? I looked at dad, and asked

"where are we going?"

I saw my dad smile, and he said

"we're gonna head to the studio for 30 minutes, then the guys are gonna follow us to the mall to go to Hot Topic and Spencers. We will probably go eat after"

I nodded, and asked

"Can we go eat mexican?"

I saw my dad nod, and say

"of course"

I smiled, and got up off my bed, and walked to my closet to pick out clothes. In the corner of my eye, I saw dad leave my room to let me get dressed and he has to get dressed himself. I picked out a Pierce The Veil shirt, some ripped jeans, my black zipped up jacket, and my black beanie with button pins and safety pins in it. I put them all on, along with some black eyeshadow. I looked in the mirror, and I looked like uncle Ricky. I chuckled to myself, and put on my black converse that Chris had given me for my birthday. I opened my door, and closed it, and started walking downstairs. When I was on the final stair, I saw my dad on the couch looking at his phone. I walked into the living room, and my dad saw me, and said

"Are you ready to go?"

I nodded, and started walking to the front door and opened it. I stepped outside, and closed my eyes; it's so fucking bright today. I rolled my eyes, and started walking towards the car. I got in the passenger side, and sat down, while trying to find a CD to listen to. After a few seconds, I decided to put 'Collide with the Sky' by Pierce The Veil in the car. I started humming along to 'Hell Above', until I heard the drivers seat door open. I looked over to the driver's seat, and saw dad finally getting in the car. I turned the music up a little, and I hear dad say

"Pierce The Veil?"

I nodded, and continued listening to my music. After 15 minutes in the car, I felt a vibration coming from my phone. I looked at it, and saw Aiden texting me things like

"bitch, I'm gonna beat you ass up"

"I'm gonna kill you motherfucking bitch"

My vision started getting blurry as my dad parked in the parking lot of the studio. I hid the tears, and opened my door, and ran into the building. I ran to the bathroom, and hid in there, while sobbing my eyes out. I looked at my phone, and saw multiple messages from all the guys including dad. I turned my phone off, and cried more. No one loves me; my mom left because she hated me, the guys hated me. Everyone hates me, I should go kill myself that would make everyone happen. I got off of the bathroom floor, and started running towards the exit of the building. Once I had gotten outside, I climbed on top of my dad's car about to jump off of it, until I heard male voices say

"STOP!"

I looked towards the building, and saw my dad standing with the guys. More tears started falling down my face, as I saw them standing there. I didn't want them watching me kill myself. I saw Ricky and Chris come closer to the car, and say

"Y\N get down from there".

I shook my head 'no', and said

"no, I'm doing everyone a favor"

Everyone looked confused, until my dad stepped closer to the car, and said

"Y\N, everyone loves you; we don't want you to kill yourself. it won't do us a favor, all it will do is make us depressed and we will miss you'

I looked at him through tears, and shook my head again, and I took a leap off the car. I saw the ground underneath me, but before I could land, someone caught me in their arms. I opened my eyes, and saw Ricky holding me in his arms. I stared in his eyes, and saw tears in his eyes; I jumped out of his arms, and climbed back on the car. I looked at the ground, and felt more and more tears falling down my face. I took a breath in and I let it out because that was going to be my last breath. I turned my head towards the guys, and saw tears running down their faces. I started shaking, and more tears ran down my face. I looked at them, and mouthed

"I'm so sorry"

I closed my eyes, and started to walk to the end of the car, until I hear my dad say

"no Y\N, please don't"

I looked back at him, and I jumped off the car. I saw the ground once again, but before I could land, I was once again caught in someone's arms, I looked up and saw my dad's face. I put my head in his chest, and started crying again. I felt him walking over to the guys, and next thing I knew, I had multiple arms wrapped around me. I started sobbing even more than I was before. After a few minutes, I hear Ricky ask

"Kiddo, why were you going to kill yourself?"

I looked at Ricky, and said

"because no one loves me, I'm just a mistake"

I looked at my hands, and started peeling the black nail polish that I had put on them a week ago. I keep doing that, until I hear Chris say

"Y\N, we all love you; I don't know why you think we don't, but we do".

I looked at him with tears in my eyes, and said

"Chris, you don't understand; you never had someone cheat on you, and your mom never left you, so shut the fuck up"

I started crying even more because I just cussed out Chris, after he reassured me that they all loved me. I crawled out of my dad's arms, and crawled over to Chris, and said

"I'm sorry for cussing you out"

I saw Chris nod his head, and say

"it's okay, I just want you to know that we all love you, and if you would have killed yourself we'd have all missed you like mother fucking crazy more than we already do"

I nodded my head, and said

"I love you guys too, I just emo about Aiden cheating on me, and him sending me threats this morning"

I looked at all of them, and saw they all had the same look on all of their faces; the look of being pissed off at someone. I've seen this look a lot on Chris' face, whenever he gets pissed off at a hater. After a few seconds of silence, I hear my dad say

"what did he send you?"

I took out my phone from my pocket, and handed it to my dad. I saw the pissed off look on his face turn into an angry look. I started anxiously playing with Chris' fingers, while my dad was scrolling through all the messages he sent me today. When my dad was done reading all of them, he handed me back my phone, and said

"I'm gonna beat his ass even more, then I was plan to, and we are always reporting him to the fucking police"

I nodded my head, and got up while walking to the car. I turned back around, and saw the guys looking confused at me. I rolled my eyes, and said

"I thought we were going to the mall"

The guys chuckled, and got up while walking to their own cars. I saw dad walking towards the car with me. I got in, and hooked my phone up with the car's bluetooth. The first song that came on was 'Headache', my favorite MIW song. I turned the volume up to 50, until I heard the volume get turned down; I rolled my eyes, and looked at my dad, and he said

"I love you so much Y\N"

I nodded, and said "I know you do, but mom doesn't that's why she left"

I hear dad sigh, and say

"your mom is a bitch, who had a baby and left that baby because she doesn't care about anyone or anything else besides herself and her drugs"

I nodded because I knew why she left, and that she doesn't care about anyone besides herself, but it still hurts a little. I stared at my feet, and I think dad saw that I was a little hurt, so he said

"don't be upset about that bitch; me and your uncles love you very much. The guys have actually been begging me to let you spend a night at Chris' house"

I gave him a look, and said

"really?! I've been wanting to spend the night at Chris' house for months now, why didn't you let me though?"

I heard dad sigh, and he said

"I trust the guys, but I would miss you; I haven't been alone in a house for 15 years."

I laughed, and asked

"can i spend the night at Chris' house tonight"

I hear dad sigh, and say

"yeah, you can, but you know the rules"

I laughed, and said

"I don't think that Uncle Chris and Uncle Ricky would let me drink anything besides water and soda"

I saw my dad nod, and say

"okay, so we're going to the mall first, then if you want you can ride in one of the guys cars, and after that we're going to eat mexican, then you can go to Chris' house".

I nodded my head, and said the stupidest thing

"hey, dad I wonder if we'll see Vic Fuentes there because he likes tacos"

I saw my dad shake his shoulders, and say

"I don't know if we will or not, Kiddo"

After he said that, he started driving to the mall and I did in fact meet Vic Fuentes at the mexican restaurant!

I hope you enjoyed reading!!