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sentanixiv · 3 years

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Tomorrow’s Problem

Something sweet to offset the feels that I attacked y’all with yesterday. John Marston suffering through the poor life choice of drinking more whiskey than his liver and body can tolerate.

Birds chirping have no right to sound the way they do this morning, piercing calls penetrating the deep fog of sleep and waking not only John, but also the heavy, aching pain of having indulged too much in liquor and too little in sleep after celebrating the success of their take late into the night. He groans, a sound which in itself is too loud, and drags the thin pillow of the hotel room bed over his face like it’ll smother noise. Or maybe him, because each second spent being dragged into the state of waking has him feeling nothing but regret.

Think you oughta slow up there, Marston. Keep at it and you ain’t gonna be fit for living come morning.

Even the recollection of Arthur teasing him about the pace with which he kept downing shot after shot sounds too loud and he buries his face in the mattress as though peace and quiet’ll be found somewhere between the feathers and springs that separate him from the bedframe and the floor beneath it.

That’s something for tomorrow John to deal with.

The cocky remark’d sounded witty, damn near hilarious when he snapped it out and tossed back the next shot in a line of too many that blurred the hours together, made hazy the hands of poker he’d played, then inspired his running into the alley, leaning a hand on the wall as he emptied his stomach of too much whiskey and too little food out onto the muddy ground. Vaguely, he remembers Arthur coming out to find him, holding back his hair and offering a rare find: Cloth-wrapped ice, a premium in these parts, that he was able to rest on the back of his neck, then against his forehead as the drinks wound down and his stomach knotted up, bringing with it a misery that’s three times worse this morning.

Let’s get you back to the room, Marston. You ain’t in any shape to stick ‘round here.

That explains how he got back here, their small safe haven of a hotel room in a town looking out for two degenerates that robbed a payroll stage late yesterday morning. Hazy memories fling themselves out of the dark void that follows the actions in the alley, then of John stumbling under Arthur’s guided patience up each stair and down the hall, of fumbling off the layers down to his union suit and then getting the brilliant idea of stripping Arthur down to have some fun, of being told to hold off for some time he ain’t drunk, so’s there’s no regrets about it, and then it fogs up into the murky sleep that he’s slowly pulling free of. John knows that any regret he feels would not have been from getting rowdy; every ounce of it relates to the sheer amount of alcohol he packed into his gut before his body stirred a riot against it. Still, he figures Arthur had it right, because he ain’t sure he’d’ve remembered the fun of it with the way he feels right now, ready to roll over and play dead if that’d make the hangover stop.

Only, he can’t. They need to ride out, connect with Dutch and the others a couple towns south, and that means John has to roll off the mattress and piece himself together no matter that he feels worse than shit dragged twice through the pigsty. He is ready to try sitting up when the creaking hinges of the door split open his head anew and he curls up into a ball in the middle of the bed, palms pressing against his temples to force his skull back together and a whimper slipping from him.

Gentler the door is when it closes, but the screech is the same to his sensitive hearing; the low rumble of a chuckle, however, is the first sound since waking that doesn’t make him want to wither and die under the cotton-and-nails chaos inside his head. John moves the heel of one hand to his forehead, pressing against the ache there, and the other peels back the pillow until he catches the blurry sight of Arthur walking soft and quiet across the room, setting a plate of something on the bedside and then nudging a cool tin hug moist with the condensation of cold water against the hand that’s holding back the poor barricade the pillow provides against the world.

“You’s gonna be fine, John,” Arthur tells him, voice pitched low and quiet where it doesn’t drive deeper the spikes of the hangover in his head.

John groans at the sentiment regardless, turning his face back into the mattress. “Don’t feel fine,” he whines, knowing it sure is a whine by the pathetic lilt of it. “Shootin’ me’d be doing me a kindness right now.”

The cold touch of the mug lifts as Arthur sits down on the bed next to him, a sigh let out to vent whatever chiding frustration he wants to bring up about warning him off drinking that much. “C’mon,” is what he says instead and he’s carefully brushing John’s hair back from his face, carding his fingers through it and coaxing him to turn his head towards him. “Got you some water, need you to drink it.”

Broken bones or gunshot wounds and John’d resist the treatment, but he’s feeling miserable and lets Arthur slowly get him up, braces an elbow under himself to hold himself there, half lying down, as Arthur puts the mug to his lips and lets him sip at it slowly. Cool water floods his mouth, dives deep into him and it’s the second soothing thing he’s felt this morning. The first is Arthur being here at all, being gentle over abrasive, and he figures it’s because ain’t no one else around to call him out for being soft on John. They’ve been riding a string of paired off jobs, the two of them, and some of Arthur’s harsh edges start wearing down the longer and further they are from the gang, from the expectations of it, from the work he seems to think falls squarely on his shoulders to bear, the rules he figures his to enforce. Some days it makes John think about not going back, letting Arthur be himself more than this rough jackass he’s been sculpted into, but the thoughts always fade too fast. It’s family, the gang, found and kept; it ain’t something Arthur can leave and even John ain’t fond of the idea to separate from it when he knows the hell that’s life in this country.

“Got you some eggs and beans, bit of bread.” Arthur unknowingly breaks that line of thought before it draws him in with the temptation it, pulling the cup away to set it down.

The smell of food, and the idea of beans after the night he’s had, leaves John wrinkling his nose in disgust. “Ain’t hungry,” he says and it’s true, but the look he gets? The borderline aggravation muscled quick under the hold of patience? Tells him he’ll be trying to eat and hunger ain’t got a thing to do with it. There’ve been times when that look ends up with Arthur forcing food into him with a spoon and his fingers prying his mouth open, but that ain’t been a thing since his early teens, back when John knew nothing about trusting anyone but himself. “Fine,” he mutters. “I’ll try, just… gimme a few minutes here. Then I’ll eat’n we can ride out.”

The thought of riding with the way his stomach churns ain’t a fond one, but Hosea taught him oft enough that you dig the grave, you gotta fill it; sometimes, that means your pride’s what gets buried and sometimes it’s a body, but something needs to go there and he figures his pride will be the victim today. Reluctantly, John goes to push himself to a full sitting position, but Arthur puts a hand on his chest and pushes him back down to the mattress. Bewildered, he blinks and looks at him blankly.

“We ain’t goin’ nowhere yet,” Arthur says, wiping the moisture of the mug off his hand against the thin blanket of the bed, looking away at the windows that stand vigil over the main street.

Suspicion flares up and John frowns, almost makes the mistake of shaking his head and just barely holds off jarring his hungover brain by it. “We ain’t sticking idle because I drank too much,” he manages, though he’s not yet trying to push the hand away and right himself with any real effort. He’s tired and the water felt good, good enough that he’s starting to think that eating’s got potential too.

“We ain’t,” Arthur tells him flatly, leaving off the gentle press of his hand, a half-hearted pin he’d let keep him there, to stand up. “Heard a couple fellas last night talkin’ about the bank bringing in more money in a couple days, how they’s looking to pull law and security out of town to guard the stage when it comes in.”

Here he’s been thinking his drinking was stupid enough to land him in this state, now Arthur’s talking foolish plans about hitting the stage again? “No way we could pull off the same job twice,” John tells him, feeling odd being the one to point this out. All that added security means bodies and risks that they don’t have the manpower for.

Arthur grins and it ain’t bitter, it ain’t grim; it’s to the challenge, the idea of it being fun to him and that’s rarer the older they both get. “Ain’t never said we’d hit the stage again,” he says, hooking his thumb under his gunbelt. His eyes are bright, something that John ain’t seen since before Mary ended things and tore out what little heart Arthur had left. “All them folk pulled away to protect the stagecoach? Seems to me like we got a good chance of clearing out the bank while they’s all looking the other way.”

Two of them taking on a bank? The idea sits beyond the scope John can currently manage, his head threatening to split anew when he tries to sort the details, and he drops it down back onto the pillow with a grumbled, confused muttering. “How’s that supposed to go?”

There’s a shrug, a pat on his shoulder before Arthur starts towards the door. “I ain’t sure yet. You rest up, John. I’ll case the bank, see if we don’t got an opportunity too damn good to pass up.”

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whimsicallyreading · 4 years

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Dark Roast No Sugar

Chapter Three

Aelin would never admit it out loud, but a day off was just what she needed. She spent the morning napping, snacking, and reading. Her stomach settled, and when she took off her shoes, her feet didn't look like they belonged to a bloated cadaver.

Spending that time with Aedion was also refreshing. He kept the conversations light. Telling her about the antics between hostesses at The Pits, a run-in between Ren and the police. A story about the drug dealer they'd roughed up and how he'd pissed his pant when he saw Aedion and the stray puppy Kyllian had snuck into The Den.

When they got hungry, Aedion offered to make them a late lunch. Her mouth watered at the prospect of his famous grilled cheese with two kinds of cheeses and ketchup.

Lysandra came up to join them for lunch and her nose wrinkled at the sight of them dragging the cheesy goodness through globs of red sauce. "By the dark god, you two. That's disgusting."

Aedion grins, a dot of ketchup on his chin, "You haven't even tried it yet. This meal is a riot with the guys and saved my ass with foster siblings." He wiped his face on his sleeve and leaned back in his chair. "You don't shit on the kid who can actually make edible food."

Aelin laughs and dusts her hands off like a lady. "Actually, you don't shit on the kid who looks like he started doping at eleven. But yeah, I'm sure it was your budget lunches that saved you."

"Shut up, you love it when I cook," Aedion collected their plates.

Lysandra pulls up the chair next to Aelin's at their tiny, rickety table. She set down her container of salad, looking classier with her more mature pallet. Aelin swiped a cucumber from the top and chewed into the seasoned veggie. "Your food is nostalgic. What can I say?"

Aedion's playful demeanor seemed to deflate suddenly, a furrow creasing his brow. "I suppose why I have you two together, we should talk some business."

"Uh oh, that doesn't sound good." Lysandra tensed up, shooting a worried look at Aelin.

"Is it the bidding for this month? I told you I could get at least an extra hundred dollars to you by the end of the month. If you need more, I could-"

Aedion cut off Aelin's rambling with a raised hand. "It's not the bidding. Elias pulled enough to cover our bets for the month." Relief flooded through her, and she breathed out a sigh of relief.

The underground fighting game in Orynth was wildly exclusive. To get a spot during prime hours when tickets were hot and the betting pool was hotter, the local gangs had to participate in an auction. It was pricey, but the cuts you got from winning a fight made up for it big time.

Unfortunately, the Bane was not a wealthy group of men. A lot of them had families or relatives they were supporting. They usually scavenged up enough money to get two or three guys into the fights, and those funds were just enough to pull them through to the next month.

Like Aelin, those families did what they could to fund money towards the bidding. Initially, she was going to volunteer as a fighter, but she found out about the baby, and they all agreed it was too risky for her to get in the ring. As soon as she was cleared, she still intended to participate in the fights to Aedion's chagrin.

Between the extra patrols of her street and snuffing the rumors of her existence in the city, it took a chunk of the Bane's recourses and time. Aedion assured her that the guys understood her circumstances, but she contributed as much as she could monetarily until she could contribute physically as well. "What's going on then?"

"Rolf took a beating in the ring last night. He's going to be out of commission for a while, but we didn't lose any money. He managed to bust the guy's head at the last moment and pulled through." He paused.

Aelin was confused, though. It wasn't uncommon for one of the guys to get roughed up a bit, so long as they didn't lose, there wasn't an issue. "That's too bad about Rolf, but I don't see the problem?" she pushed him to continue.

"He swears the guy was tripping on Synth," Aedion breathes out, pained.

Oh.

"Shit," Lysandra swears and stands up. "Is he sure it was Synth?"

"It's kinda hard to rutting mistake, Lysandra," Aedion snapped. He was right, though. The Pits had rules against cheating, but they were followed loosely. If they couldn't see a knife being pulled, the fight wouldn't be called. Some of the Bane even doped before a match just so they wouldn't get caught at a disadvantage.

Synth had a lot of physical effects. Adrenalin coursed through the user at such high rates it was practically superhuman. It gave them crazy speed, strength, and heightened focus. On the flip side, it also caused fever, bulged veins, twitching, bloodshot eyes, and uncontrollable rage as you came down. It would be hard to mistake it for any other street drug. Aelin had taken Synth once before, and it wasn't an easily forgettable experience.

The detail they were glossing over was that only one person was currently capable of leaking a drug like Synth on the streets.

Arobynn Hammel

"So," Aelin finally said, breaking up the heated glares they were sharing. "He's making his presence in Orynth known."

Quiet.

"We can't know it for sure," Aedion looked at her with a sickening amount of pity. Aelin didn't want sympathy or comforting falsities. She wanted the truth.

"Bullshit," Aelin declared, making Aedion wince at the sudden sharpness. "We've had sightings of Tern and Mulligan already. We knew he was sending eyes out. They must have seen us."

Lysandra sunk back into her chair and rested her head in her hands. "I thought we made it?" her voice sounded extraordinarily young, feeble. Not at all like the vivacious woman they were used to seeing.

"Lys," it was Aelin's turn to rest a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder.

Her eyes were glassy and hollow when she looked up. "I really had myself believing we made it."

Aelin's heart broke for her.

Arobynn was a sick son of a bitch. She, Lysandra, and Sam had all come into his care at different times and served various functions within the Manor. One thing was the same though, they were all children.

They were all coerced into doing grotesque things for Arobynn's sake. Things that they should, in all honesty, spend years in therapy to recover from. Yet, some horrors were too big for even Aelin to pretend to understand.

Horrors that Lysandra was forced to live with every day.

Arobynn's unofficial mistress.

Aedion's fist slamming against the table startled them both and snapped Aelin from her thoughts. Lysandra flinched and leaned closer to Aelin. "It doesn't matter."

He pointed his finger at them and then stabbed it into the table. "It. Does. Not. Matter. Where that piece of shit is. Rifthold? Wendelyn? He can be an hour away or watering the rutting flowers next door, but he will never have either of you ever again." The golden core in Aedion's eyes was molten.

The excitement was too much for Lysandra, and the dam behind her eyes broke. Deep, heavy sobs ripped from her chest, and her body wilted forward like a wind-whipped flower.

They moved at the same time, but Aedion was faster. He pulled Lysandra from her seat and gathered her against his chest, shushing her and whispering sweet nothings into her hair.

The bells rang downstairs.

Aedion looked up helplessly, but Aelin raised a hand and mouthed, "It's fine."

None of them wanted Lysandra to be alone right now.

Aelin slipped her shoes back on and hopped down the stairs quickly. Hopefully, they wouldn't be too pissed no one was behind the counter when they walked in, she mused to herself. It only took her half-a-minute to get downstairs, but it was amazing the things people got outraged over.

Mala forgive that the coffee gets in their hand a second later than usual.

"Do my eyes deceive me, or was Aelin Galathynius taking a break?" Dorian Havilliard's greeted her with a bright smile and upraised hands. No trace of agitation at all.

Chaol Westfall stood behind him and meekly tilted his chin. "Hello, Aelin."

"Hello, Chaol." She greets him with a smile and walks into Dorian's outstretched arms. Aelin wasn't a hugger, but Dorian's hugs had a magic to them.

"Where did you go?" Dorian asked without breaking his grasp. "I never thought I'd see the day you weren't slaving away behind the counter grinding beans."

"We weren't super busy today, and I wasn't feeling the best," Aelin admitted.

Dorian pulled away slightly to look down at her in concern. His dark, thick-framed blue light glasses slipping down his nose.

"It's just the baby," she assures him. "Not the flu or anything. You don't have the right parts to catch what I've got."

Chaol snickered, but Dorian's concern only worsened. "In all seriousness, you aren't working yourself too hard?"

Aelin rolled her eyes. If one more person asked her that-

"I'm fine, Dor. It was just some morning sickness and a stressful customer that came through. No big deal."

His shoulders relax, and he releases her from his arms. "I believe you. Just-" he fumbles for the words to say, "If you have troublesome people coming in here and bothering you, let me know? Chaol can come over and hang out for the day. He has a friend, Nesryn. If it gets bad, I am more than willing to hire her-"

Aelin smiled at him and waved at him. "No need for bodyguards. People are rude. It happens. Now, what can I get for the both of you?"

Dorian was the son of the esteemed son of Dorian Sr. The owner of Adarlan Vaults, the most extensive banking chain across Erilea. It was a total accident that they stumbled into each other when Aelin went in looking for a loan to start The Stag with.

At first, he was a bit of a flirt with her. When Aelin made it clear that she wasn't interested in his advances, Dorian backed off right away and fell into the role of the supportive friend. He and Chaol had been the first patrons of the shop when the doors opened.

Chaol was technically his hired protection, but he and Dorain were life long friends bound by something more powerful than money. She never saw the two of them apart. While he appeared to be a quiet sort, he had a sharp mind and fierce loyalty that Aelin admired.

"Two iced girl scout americano's," Dorian pulled out his wallet and handed her a twenty. "Large, please."

Aelin accepted the cash and started filling cups as the two took their standard seats. She just got the espresso machine heated when a set of hands pushed her's aside and began flipping the switches for her.

"Aedion," she groaned as his hip bumped her to the side, and he took over her tasks. "Seriously?"

"You are supposed to be taking the day off," he looks at her pointedly. "Go sit with your friends. I've got this."

"Do you have this?" Aelin set a hand on her hip. "You haven't used these machines before."

Aedion scoffed, "It cannot be that complicated. Now go. Before Lysandra comes back down and wipes the floor with both of our asses." He pulls out two large mugs and grabs out a bottle of coconut flavoring. "Baby A is shielding you for now, but that woman has the memory of a rutting elephant. Don't think you can hide behind my niece or nephew forever." He's more talking to himself by the end as he starts over pouring syrups into cups. Did he even know what he was making? Aelin winced.

She might have to return the twenty to Dorian.

Aelin walks away reluctantly, "Mind if I sit here for a minute, boys?"

Chaol stands up and pulls a chair out for her, "Not at all."

He holds out a hand to help her sit, but she waves it away. She wasn't that pregnant yet.

Dorian has a hardbound book sitting in front of him, the face of his expensive watch catching the light as he turns the page. "I haven't seen you by the bank this week," he says without looking up from the page.

"We've been enjoying the peace," Chaol sits back in his own seat and flashes her a grin. "That's a joke, of course. It's been horribly boring."

"It's been a busy week. I haven't had a chance to drop my deposit off yet." Aelin typically made an excuse to visit the bank at least once a week. Dorian would kindly excuse whatever teller was working to take a break and promptly close the register so they could sit in the break room and talk over cookies and drip coffee.

She was planning on going yesterday, but her feathers were too ruffled after the incident.

"I suppose I can live without that excuse since I've taken it upon myself to visit you at work." He pulls a plastic bag filled with assorted chocolates and places it on the table between them. "If you need to drop off a deposit, I can take it back with me?"

Aelin's hand darts to the bag of sweets and pulls out a dark, salty square. "Have I mentioned you are the most attractive man I've ever met?"

They hear a loud scoff from the kitchen.

"You've mentioned it a few times." He glances up from his book long enough to wink at her. "What about that deposit?"

"I don't think I will have a big enough deposit to warrant the trip this week," the excuse isn't well-formed, and she hears it when the lie falls from her lips.

"You said you had a busy week?" Dorian frowns.

I did, but I'm putting aside extra money to fund my cousin's gang because my former foster father has a hit out on me.

"The tips have been bad" not a total lie. "Maybe it will pick up again over the weekend," Aelin shrugs nonchalantly.

Aedion walks over with two cups of coffee and a mug of tea. He lets Dorian's drink slosh over the side as he sets it down. Dorian lifts his book away from the mess and glares.

She wasn't sure what went down between Dorian and Aedion that made them hate each other. Chaol and Aedion had no qualms. They were even drinking buddies on the weekend, but Aedion had a bone to pick with Dorian long before she'd arrived back in Orynth.

Aelin half-heartedly scolded Aedion as she accepted her drink. Taking a deep drink from the mug, she was surprised to find that it was made exactly as she liked.

Chaol sipped his coffee, and Aelin watched as he barely held back a grimace. Dorian reached for his own cup, but Chaol discretely pulled it away before he could drink. Aelin caught the motion, but thankfully Aedion was already back in the kitchen and hadn't noticed.

"I will remake those for you before you leave," Aelin assured them.

"It's alright. As much as I love coffee, I really came by to spill tea," Dorian took his glasses off and leaned back in his chair.

"Gossip," Chaol translated. "He means gossip."

Dorian rolls his eyes, "That's what tea means, Chaol." Leaning forward with his elbows on the table, "A company called Wendlyn Ops. bought out The Pits."

"What?" Aelin shouts a little too loudly. Dorian shushes her, and Aedion peers out from the kitchen with worried eyes. She waves him away and whispers in a quieter tone. "What do you mean The Pits have been bought out? What for?"

"I didn't realize you would care this much about the seediest bar in town," Dorian laughed. "It's not like you can drink."

"You aren't drinking, right?" Chaol scowls.

Aelin reins back her emotions. She was definitely losing her tack being off the job for several months, but the secret basement underneath The Pits was where the fights were usually held. Iona Jayne would never sell the property when it brought in so much money.

He either owed someone a rutting ton of money, he was being blackmailed, or the most likely option.

Iona Jayne was dead.

Aelin flipped Chaol off, "Of course I'm not drinking. No promises on that in about five months... Just, who would want The Pits? Are they repurposing it?" She can already feel a headache forming behind her eyes.

"That's the interesting part," Chaol murmured. "The title for The Pits was transferred to a new owner just a few days before it was sold for triple its market value."

Dorian's grin became mischievous, "Shady deals are going on, and I'm determined to find out what."

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Aelin forced a matching smile on her, "Well, this sounds like the making of an adventure."

Aedion was deeply involved with all the goings-on at The Pits. If Dorian managed to learn too much and expose them, he would go down hard. She wasn't directly implicated in anything beyond a little racketeering, but one prolonged look at her record would raise some eyebrows. Which could tie her back to Rifthold and numerous murders. A lot of murder. Thievery. Hired assassinations.

They would be screwed, essentially.

Damn it all to hellas, she needed to talk to Aedion. Aelin understood why Dorian was interested in this. His father was involved with so many corrupt dealings they followed him like a shadow. She knew he was socially isolated beyond herself and Chaol. No one dared to associate with the son of Dorian Sr.

Unveiling a corrupt business dealing and aiding the community could help separate his image from his father's. Rectify some of the wrongs his family has committed. Give him a chance at making a future for himself out from Dorian Sr.'s thumb.

Aelin just wished he knew the depth of the task he was taking. How deep, dark, and dangerous this viper's den was. Sweet, sheltered Dorian Jr. would be eaten alive. A blue-eyed pup, trapped in the jaws of an adder.

Little did he know that Aelin was a wolf herself, and she would not stand for that breaking.

Aelin directed the conversation to safer grounds following the bomb he dropped. They discussed the book he was reading, the litter of pups his dog was expecting, his disgusting little brother. Chaol seemed to sour at the mention of Holland.

Soon they were provided with fresh drinks, and Aelin ushered them out under the pretense of needing a nap. Definitely not a lie. Her stomach was rolling again, and that blooming headache was now a whole damn rosebush in her brain.

Rubbing the knot between her eyes, she made the difficult decision of closing for the day. Business was slow. Lysandra hadn't come back downstairs. Aelin wasn't feeling well, and there was no chance she was letting Aedion use her precious machines again.

Aelin looked outside the window. It was grey and dreary outside. Perfect conditions for the three of them to order pizza, rent a movie and just put this day behind them.

"Aedion, I'm closing up." She didn't hear a reply. Aelin shrugged it off. He'd probably gone back up to sit with Lysandra.

She opened a can of coffee grounds and inhaled wistfully. What she wouldn't give for a cup of straight caffeine. With one last longing sniff, Aelin refilled canisters for tomorrow and got to cleaning up the machines.

All that was left was to close up the registers.

She'd just unlocked the drawer when the ring of the shop bells went off.

"Sorry, we're closed," Aelin said without looking away from the task at hand. She would have to remember to lock the doors first next time.

Heavy boots thudded against her wooden floors as whoever it was approached the counter. Her irritation peeked. What was with the influx of entitled assholes lately?

"We are close-" Aelin's stopped and her eyes narrowed at the gun barrel aimed at the center of her forehead.

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lenacker · 4 years

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Lovebirds

Summary: Captain Levi and Petra’s skill in titan-killing was definitely admirable but romance-wise? They’re just idiots. Erd was definitely much smarter than them combined. And he spent about 17 years to realize he’s in love with his childhood bestie.

Word Count: 1336

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For two of supposedly the best soldiers in Survey Corps, Petra and Captain Levi were unreasonably dumb. Just a couple of idiots. Like, seriously. Assessing the battlefield and taking actions accordingly? Easy-peasy. Piece of cake.

Realizing they consider each other as more than superior officers and subordinates?

Nah.

Petra has been crushing on Captain for as long as Erd remembers. It’s not even a secret. Probably Captain Levi was the only one who didn’t know because, as he said before, he’s very dumb romance-wise. Petra went from a ‘Humanity’s Strongest’ hardcore fan to a disappointed fan (because he’s not as great as she thought-short and irritating), to just fell freely in love. If he got a coin for every time she mentions Captain in her sentences, he would be super-rich. Wait- that could be a fun dare for their next Friday night truth or dare!

She’s a very nice girl (woman, she definitely would scold him if he calls her girl once more. I’m a full-grown woman, Erd! Stop treating me like a teenage girl!) but her nice-ness increased tenfold for their very pleasant captain. She said he’s unapproachable, but she’s always the one who approaches him whenever he’s in one of his ‘you’re all so stupid, a waste of space and I don’t know why I agreed to take you little shits as my squad’ mood.

Every morning, she makes tea for all of the squad members - but with the captain’s preference. Black tea, with all its amazing earthy aroma, with a dash of sugar. She pours it to each cup (With your stupid manly egos, we would run out of the tea stock within a week! Not you, sir.), starting with the Captain’s of course so it’s warm and nice, and fresh.

If Erd doesn’t know them better, he’d say they have a secret-lover-rendezvous almost every night. They talk in his office until late at night, accompanied by another pot of tea and Captain’s stack of paperwork. He’s more of a hit-and-kill person rather than a sit-and-write person, and though he’s not gonna admit it out loud, Petra’s gift in writing and her diligence is about the only reason he can keep up with his paperwork.

There’s no way to know what else happened behind closed doors, but they never show any weird behavior or something like crumpled clothes, hickeys (and honestly it’s really hard to imagine the clean freak captain Levi doing not-so-clean activities).

Anyway, despite her obvious feeling to their superior, she’s surprisingly professional about it. She didn’t suddenly become a flustered-girl-in-love around the Captain, still the same fiery, determined, hard-working Petra.

Due to her smaller stature and different gender than everyone in the squad, when they first train together, Captain Levi tends to give her less or easier job and workout sets. To say Petra was angry was … an understatement. She felt insulted, confronts him and some riot ensues, and honestly, it’s still a mystery to him how the Captain managed to gain Petra’s respect back.

(Gotta investigate it! What a saucy subject, maybe he can ask Hange about it later)

On the contrary, Captain Levi was the one less professional about his feelings. He either sends Petra to the least dangerous condition possible or the closest to him so he could save her anytime. Not that Petra needs it that often anyway.

He talked to her with almost-affectionate (and by almost he means almost non-distinguishable), lower tone. Erd couldn’t even remember the last time he cussed her out, and he hung out with them pretty often. That's a huge thing, considering the intimidating man’s tendency to call people shitty-[noun] and using potty language as daily conversation.

Also, he’s suddenly a bit more chatty to her? Maybe Petra's friendliness started to affect him. Erd was the second-in-command, yet his interaction with his superior mostly consisted of strategies, formations, and a lot of ‘Erd, you’re in command’ with his classic cold, demanding tone. Oluo was often too scared to talk to him and Gunther was naturally silent.

But with Petra, the Captain could say not really necessary, trivial things like “Petra, you should write to your parents more often, they don’t live forever”, or “Do you think Erwin is in a good mood, I’d like to ask him for a new cleaning supplies fund“, or “Petra, brew the tea exactly 4 minutes to get the best taste”

Well, maybe that last two examples were important.

He wondered how much more time they needed to realize their mutual feelings. Erd himself took about 17 years to admit he considered Emily more than a childhood bestie. That’s bad enough. But he definitely was better at romance-field than both Captain Levi and Petra, for he knows their feelings more than they do. God knows how many years it will take before they become more than superior officers and subordinates.

Hmmm. Maybe they just need a little push. Or a lot.

Erd walked into the hall, it was the middle of the night and he’s hungry. He still had some food from his latest visit home, but he absolutely hates eating alone. Maybe there’s someone there he could share with. He basically knew everyone in the Survey Corps, so it didn’t really matter who that was.

Oh, actually it does matter.

There they are, the two lovebirds. You know, because they’re small and good at ‘flying’. They’re in that state where Petra gave the Captain his cup of tea and they just stare at each other’s eyes for 4 seconds too long. Erd cleared his throat.

“Good night, fellow insomniac soldier! Captain.”

Captain Levi just nodded his head slightly, Petra smiled.

“Hi, Erd. Why aren’t you sleeping? Missing the missus?”, she took two more cups, setting them side to side to pour the tea in.

“I always miss her, but that’s not why I can’t sleep. I’m starving, but can’t eat these chips alone so I’m looking around for eat-mates!”

Captain put his cup down (Erd still didn’t understand why he held the cup that way. Just training his fingers’ strength?), “Just don’t let the disgusting grease stain my papers”

“Done!” Who wanted to get near the paperwork anyway? Definitely not Erd. “You want some, Petra?”

She just grinned sheepishly, pointing the paper near her with a tilt of her head, “Sorry, don’t wanna stain them”

Ah, that’s a bummer. He really wanted to have at least an eat-mate.

“You sure? It’s divine, you know. Remember the curry you liked last time? These taste similar but better”

She shakes her head once more.

“I could feed you?” He’s really desperate now, he really needed to eat!

Oh. Maybe that’s not a good idea. If looks could kill, he would be dying right here, on the dirty floor by the scary Captain’s look. Alright. No more making that man jealous then.

Petra, oblivious of the shorter man’s reaction because she focused on stirring the two cups without spilling any drop of tea, just pouted, “Erd, I’m not a child! You don’t need to feed me! Just sit here and eat while we chat and do paperwork. Better than eating alone on your bed, right?”

Hmm, maybe. But he didn’t wanna spoil their moments together. So he just acted disappointed, with his best shoulder-slump and kicked puppy look.

“I guess I’ll just go back to bed hungry then, you guys are no fun. Good night Petra, Captain”

His steps towards his bedroom stopped by the Captain’s cold voice,

“Oi”

Erd turned back, “Yes, Captain?”

“Take over the training tomorrow. I need to go take care of something Sina.”

“Oh, okay, sir. You wanna take Petra with you?”

And accidentally get into a scenario where you two realize your feelings or are forced to sleep in one bed?

“Huh? Why would I take Petra? You want some time off, Petra? You should just tell me.”

See? He’s too caring!

“No, sir! I’m completely fine!”

“Okay, I’ll brief you all later. We probably get a new puny member soon”

A/N : This turned out about 3 times longer than I thought it would, writing Erd is a lot of fun!

#Rivetra #levi x petra #my fic #canonverse #Erd Gin #Eld Jinn #Erd is the ultimate shipper #fanfiction #Rivetra fic #Just tiny idiots in love #mutual pining #romance #levi ackerman #petra ral

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giantroboticplatypusbutt218 · 3 years

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Diversity win! The cannibalistic man-eating alien parasite is bi!

Venom 2 thoughts under the cut (there are many):

I liked the second movie. Similar to the first, the pacing is weird, some of the scenes and dialog were weird... a lot of things were weird, basically. But, it adds to the charm, I guess. Again, keep in mind that I liked the movie, because I’m about to start complaining a lot.

The movie was not as gay as I was hoping for. Like, all the stuff I saw teased beforehand was there, but in a different way. Yeah, Venom and Eddie act like a strange couple... the few times that they’re actually together in the movie. Yeah, Venom says something about coming out... “of the Eddie closet”, referring to not being restricted by his rules. Yeah, Venom tells Eddie he loves him... passively, and Eddie has a brief moment of ‘wut?’ before it’s basically glossed over. Throughout the movie they’re clearly supposed to be like a married couple... but only “like”. I can’t say I didn’t expect the movie to not be as gay as people were hyping it up to be, though. People here have a tendency to take crumbs and rave about the delicious cake they had.

I feel like there really should have been more done to sell Eddie and Venom being a perfect match by the end, especially with them defeating Carnage through the Power of Love. Dan’s like, “Look, Kasady and Carnage aren’t going well together, but you guys are perfect for each other” and then Venom and Eddie are like, “Hell yeah we are” and go to fight them, despite Eddie barely managing to give Venom an apology for being a dick like an hour prior, and Venom straight up not giving Eddie an apology for beating the shit out of him before their break up.

Speaking of their fight, that was brutal. Uh, I don’t know if it was framed to be humorous and I just didn’t catch it, but the people in the theater were laughing. Like yeah, some of their arguing was humorous because it’s funny that Venom doesn’t care about eating people but is too emotionally attached to a couple of chickens to eat them, but Venom breaking Eddie’s nose and other shit didn’t feel very funny to me. I will say, I’m glad Eddie fought back. Yeah, them fighting in general is bad(that was the whole point, that’s why they broke up) but Eddie actually managing to get Venom back made their relationship less abusive and more toxic. I think them being on more equal footing is important to the whole “they’d be a good couple if they worked out their issues” thing the movie was trying to do.

Still, the movie didn’t resolve anything when it came to Venom and Eddie, really. Venom got to eat a couple people, but he’s going to get hungry again and Eddie is still not cool with Venom eating heads. Eddie managed to apologize to Venom for not admitting how much he helps, but it took so much effort and was under the pressure of needing to fight Carnage so it doesn’t feel genuine enough. Venom still needs to feed and Eddie still needs to appreciate Venom’s help. They’re still at the place they were during the fight but they just sorta made up long enough to kill Carnage. Eddie’s apology felt like the first step in working things out, not a grand leap that sorts out their shit enough to defeat Carnage with the Power of Love.

I also have to mention how conflicted I feel. Like, yeah, Venom is a cannibalistic man-eating alien parasite, AKA, not the best LGBT rep to ever exists... but imagine if he didn’t love Eddie? I just can’t see Venom as being 100% straight, even if I know him being bi is very othering. It could possibly help if Eddie, the human protagonist, was clearly Bi as well... but he’s really not. Not opposing Venom’s love isn’t the same as reciprocating it and even if he does love Venom back... it’s still not a good look for your Bi character’s only same sex love interest to be a tentacle monster.

Okay... thoughts on things that aren’t Eddie and Venom...

I’m really happy Dan didn’t die and that Anne and him are getting married. By extension I’m glad Eddie didn’t get back together with Anne, which the end of the last movie seemed to be pushing would happen. I was genuinely concerned that Dan would die so Eddie could end up with Anne, but instead they took the good route and actually had Eddie and Venom have to accept that Anne moved on and her relationship with Eddie wasn’t healthy.

I’m also really happy that Dan Did A Thing during the climax. He did Two Things, actually. He may hate dealing with alien nonsense but he was there to help in the end, just like how Anne was in the first movie. Sadly, unlike the first movie, Anne didn’t Do A Thing during the climax. No... she was a damsel in distress. But, you know, a woman kidnapped her so it actually wasn’t sexist, right? (That’s sarcasm, btw.)

Speaking of sexism... uh... I’ve never seen so many women fridged in such a short time before. Kasady killed both is mom and grandma which sent him to the mental institution, and Eddie’s mom died during childbirth which was used to spur Venom into attacking Kasady. While it wouldn’t be fridging because it didn’t motivate characters through trauma, the first movie also killed two female characters, Maria and Skirth. Of the eight notable female characters we’ve seen/heard of, only two are still alive by the end of the second movie. Three even died before the first movie. Compare to notable male characters, which there are way more of, and only four died, all of whom were villains. I’m just saying.

On a lighter note, I liked a lot of the stuff with Kasady and Shriek. They were fun and their love was genuinely sweet, even while they were brutally slaughtering innocent people.

That was short, but back to complaining... I really feel bad for Shriek. It was probably the point but she really didn’t deserve the crap she got as a kid. Neither did Kasady but he needed some serious intervention and not just... straight up abuse. Meanwhile, correct me if I’m forgetting something, but I don’t think Shriek was actively antagonistic to anybody. Like until she was being dragged away from Kasady she wasn’t the one to actually strike(shriek?) first. It really feels like her villain origin story wouldn’t be an origin story if fictional mental healthcare wasn’t so absolutely dogshit and abusive. By the way, add Venom 2 onto the pile of movies that give me a fear of being sent to a mental hospital because writers decided that “crazy” people are pique horror and so too would be the place they’re sent to.

It’s taken me a million years to actually talk about Carnage because he really did not get any time to be an actual character. Hardly anything stood out about him. At least with Riot there was a hint of deceitfulness going on with him making Drake think they were a team when really he was just using him to get into space, but Carnage had nothing interesting going on besides letting Shriek live the first time she accidentally hurt him. Besides being pretty strong and Venom’s “child”, he’s got practically nothing going for him.

Look I know I had barely anything nice to say but I swear I did enjoy this movie. I’d say I liked it so much that the bad stuff stood out more because it interrupted my enjoyment... maybe. I don’t know.

#Random Thoughts #Complaining #Long Post #Okay I've been writing this for too long and I need to go to bed now...#Just wanted to get my thoughts out while the movie was still fresh on my mind.#Venom: Let There Be Carnage Spoilers #Venom 2 Spoilers #Spoilers #Venom: Let There Be Carnage #Venom 2

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abraxos-is-toothless · 4 years

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I have a fic request, pretty please! Andreil (ofc!) Anyway Neil not answering his phone (cuz it died, again, oops) and Andrew losing his shit and hunting him down!

Okay it’s 2am and this is finally, finally being posted. It should have gone up like a week ago but Tumblr wouldn’t let me answer asks at the time. I’ve changed this around so many times and I don’t know if this is what you were hoping for but I tried my best! I tweaked it a little too, so sorry.

Full Masterlist.

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This is Josten, I don’t want to talk to you so don’t leave a message.

Andrew had now called Neil’s phone about twenty fucking times and he still hadn’t answered; he always answered when Andrew called him. Everyone was in the lounge at the court since it had been at least four hours since anyone had heard from him. Nicky was almost in tears, Dan and Matt looked like they were two seconds away from calling in a search party and of course Aaron the asshole looked like he didn’t care that Neil was missing. Abby was tucked underneath Coach’s arm, her face etched with worry and taking comfort from the man. It was about fucking time they got their shit together. The man in question cleared his throat just when Andrew was about to leave and search the campus himself. “Minyard sit the fuck down, we will find him we just have to piece some things together first.”

All he did was sneer at the command but stayed nonetheless. He was itching to pull out his knives and bury them in something but Renee gave him a look as if she knew exactly what he was thinking and she shook her head at him. Nicky really was crying now and Andrew had to force himself not to roll his eyes. Yes they all cared about Neil, they were all his family, but with the reactions they were giving it was like they expected the worst. Andrew could not think like that, wouldn’t think like that because even though he hated when the idiot said it, he had to believe that Neil was fine.

“Who was the last person to see him?” Allison spoke up from the other side of the room, and so now it looked like she was getting worried. When they’d first gathered here it had only been an hour and she figured he’d turn up in the next few minutes. Oh how wrong she was. Matt forced out an answer, his leg bouncing non-stop, just like it had been after the riot two years ago and Neil had been taken to Baltimore.

“Uh I did. We walked to our first class together after morning practice.” Well that didn’t really help because the junkie had his Spanish class right after that one and then he usually went on his run after that. No one would have seen him at Fox Tower after that, because no one else was free. Actually that was wrong because-

“He was talking in Japanese. He was talking in fucking Japanese.” Because the coward that was Kevin Day had one of his classes cancelled and he’d told everyone he’d go back to the dorms and figure out a new drill they could do, not that anyone really cared. Before he could do a repeat performance of choking Kevin out, Renee was on him in a flash, restraining him from any movement. When Kevin turned to look at Andrew, he’d gone as white as a sheet, as if he realised what he’d just said and visibly swallowed. Andrew was going to kill him, and then bury his body where nobody would find it. Just as soon as the good Christian girl let go of him.

“What the fuck do you mean he was talking in Japanese, Day?” Andrew’s voice was low and smooth, promising a whole lot of pain if Kevin didn’t respond in the way he was expected to. The spineless coward looked around the room at the foxes, eyes lingering on his father, before turning back to Andrew and wringing his hands in front of him.

“When I got back to the dorms, Neil was already there. I was going to ask him if he wanted to help me come up with new drills and plays when I heard it. He didn’t sound like he normally did, it was like he was someone else and was talking in whispered Japanese like he was worried about someone hearing him.”

The fucking stupid asshole.

He was dealing with Moriyama bullshit and hadn’t even bothered to tell Andrew. They had agreed on no more lies, to trust one another. Looks like Andrew had made a mistake on that front but really, it was bound to happen. That was a lie, Neil was most likely in meltdown mode and had forgotten he had people who could help him now. Nicky was hysterical now and started yelling at Kevin, tears falling down his cheeks. “Well you speak Japanese too dickwad, what the fuck was he actually saying or are you going to wait another four hours to tell us that?”

“I don’t know what he was talking about! There were a few quick ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answers and an ‘of course’ but he wasn’t actually giving information. He probably didn’t want to get into trouble.”

Oh Andrew was going to enjoy being responsible for the death of the great Kevin Day. Just as he was about to fight Renee to get to him, the sound of the door opening pushed through his senses and he swivelled to see Neil walk into the room. Nicky gave a cry of relief, getting onto his feet and joining Matt as they ran over to fuss over the redhead. Neil tried meeting Andrew’s gaze and smile, but all he could do was glare at the sight of those piercing blues. Andrew was quite angry with him, and he’d soon find that out. Wymack was also quite angry by the looks of it, arms now crossed over his chest and a face like thunder. “Where in the actual fuck have you been, Josten? And don’t give me any of your usual bullshit because it’s not going to be good enough.”

Andrew watched Neil gently extricate himself from his cuddly giants and sighed as he looked around the room at everyone. It was Wymack who’d asked for answers yes, but Neil didn’t look at anyone other than Andrew, as if it was just the two of them.

“Ichirou called. He wanted an update on his assets and to make sure we weren’t doing anything stupid. He also wanted to reiterate what would happen if we didn’t manage to attract pro teams that weren’t to his liking. I told him that he wouldn’t be let down.”

Aaron piped up for the first time since they’d all walked into the court hours ago. “It’s been literal hours Josten, a text to say ‘I’m still alive, unfortunately’ would have been great. I’ve wasted my whole day.”

“I know how long it’s been, jackass.” Neil snapped, glaring daggers into Aaron’s skull. Andrew was still vibrating with anger and couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“Everyone get the fuck out.” When they all just stared at him, not moving, he emphasised his point by unsheathing a knife and giving a firm, “Now.”

Nicky and Kevin moved like lightning and were the first to leave. Allison smirked for some stupid reason, winking at Neil as she strode out of the room. Matt and Dan looked weary but still left, Aaron on their heels. Renee gave them both gentle smiles and nodded her head. Wymack gave Neil a stern look like he wanted to say more but thought better of hit, rubbing his forehead and mumbling about being ‘too old for this shit’. Abby gave Neil a few motherly touches, which the redhead flinched away from for the first time in a long time, and then she too was gone.

Now that they were alone Neil tried explaining with an, “Andrew I...” but he trailed off, seemingly lost for words. He didn’t have a chance to think of anything else before Andrew flung himself at his stupid junkie, fists gripping at Neil’s- no Andrew’s –t-shirt and burying his head into his chest. He smelt of apples and sweetness and god, Andrew felt like he could finally fucking breathe.

“You didn’t answer your fucking phone. Why didn’t you answer the phone?” Neil’s arms moved, one wrapping around Andrew’s waist the other holding the back of his neck, keeping him against his chest.

“Ichirou had a few extra words before the call ended. He said he was ‘sorry for my loss’. I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about at first but then I remembered. It’s the anniversary of mom’s death. I turned my phone off after and just ran. I came back when I turned my phone back on and saw the missed calls.”

As much as he hated Mary Hatford, he knew why Neil still mourned her sometimes. He was slowly beginning to understand that what his mother had done to him was wrong, that she had abused him for years, but she was all he had known and was the only safe thing for him. He hated it but kept quiet, not wanting to get into an argument on the matter right now. “Just let me know you’re alright next time. Kevin heard your call, heard the Japanese. I thought, I thought...”

Neil suddenly cupped his face in his scarred hands, tilting his head back so they were looking at each other, before leaning in to press their foreheads together. “I’m right here ‘Drew and I’m not going to disappear again. I’m right here.”

The kiss that followed was soft, gentle and slow, so unlike them but it was what they needed just then. They need to be able to feel everything and to be able to feel each other. Andrew didn’t want to let go, he wanted to stay and kiss Neil until his lips went numb but exhaustion was a bitch. He pulled back, looking at Neil’s lips which were swollen from their kisses and he had a pretty red flush that had blossomed on his cheeks.

“Come on, let’s go. I’m hungry and you owe me ice cream after what you just pulled.” Neil just laughed and nodded, taking one of Andrew’s hands in his own and linking their fingers together, walking them both towards the door.

“Whatever you want ‘Drew, whatever you want and I’ll give it to you.”

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katsukis-sad-angel · 5 years

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FatSquadCanons; During and right after the Chisaki arc

Pairing: Taishiro Toyomitsu x Reader, Eijirou Kirishima x Reader, & Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

Summary: The Fat Gum squad and their girlfriends/wives/fiancees during and right after the Chisaki Arc in My Hero academia

Warnings: Sex talk, slight angst, mentions of intercourse, cock-warming, swearing, cuteness

Author’s Note: That gif below brought back the sun, cured my depression, got rid of my anxiety, cured the coronavirus, and made Jesus rise from the cross and beat the shit out of Pontious Pilate

Enjoy!

Taishiro Toyomitsu

Mostly SFW

Misses you

A LOT

You’re so pretty and happy and you give the best hugs and have the sweetest voice so being deprived of those things for so long…

But he had to focus

They had to save Eri, so he couldn’t have your elegant features staining the cloth of his mind right now

You, on the other hand, try and cope with your worry, lust, and sadness by rolling up in his spare hero hoodies and his big black shirts because they’re warm and they smell just like him

You miss the way he held you in his arms as though you were made of porcelain, the way he kissed your lips like it was the last time, his big, warm, soft stomach you could sink into, the twisty blonde hair you loved combing your fingers through, his big smile, his huge hands, his hugs, his lips, his dick, and his laugh

That chuckle...

It would be the death of you

You just wanted to be back in his arms… or in his lap…

Or under him while he fucked your brains out

Pick one

He hasn’t been home in 2 whole week

So your touch starved as fuck, hungry for dick, lonely, sad, and worried

You’ve been eating dinner alone and the news has been on nonstop

So when he comes home with bandages all over his scraggly, skinny yet buff body, you immediately start bawling your eyes out

You’re so happy he’s safe and alive

He holds out one of his arms to you and you stumble from your chair and collapse into his arms

“Tai! Oh, my god!”

He picks you up and carries you to the couch like the goddess you are and lays down with you, kissing your cheeks, telling you how beautiful you are and how much he missed you until your stormy sobs have calmed to the occasional violent hiccup

“Honey bear, it’s ok. I’m here now. Don’t cry sweetheart…”

I want him to call me ‘honey bear’

The two of you lay there for the rest of the day

You get up occasionally to get your man food and to take a piss, but that’s about it

Refuses to let go of your waist even though his stomach sounds like a possessed garbage disposal

“Don’t worry about me Y/n, I’m fine. Just stay here, ok?”

You rest your head on his chest to listen to the beat of his heart

Nice pecs pillow

Forehead kisses, ear nibbles, ass and thigh grabs, hand kisses, etc

He’s all over you

He thinks you such a beautiful goddamn queen through the bright red tearstains and the evidence of emotional eating that had gathered on your hips

He tells you that, just the part about your cute and squishy hips

You end up falling asleep like that under a pile of blankets

NSFW

The very next day, as soon as you’re up, you start riding him like a horse

“That’s it babygirl, be a nice little cowgirl for me. Just like that~”

“Did you miss my cock while I was gone?” He’ll whisper in your ear, sucking on one of your piercings

“Yes, fuck yes I did Tai!”

Holds your bouncing hips with the one hand that works, kisses you, sucks tiddy, and makes sure you get off at least twice before he does

When he’s done, you collapse on his chest, panting

For a couple of hours, you lay there cock warming him because he asked you to

Then his stomach started up again and you got off and fed him everything in the house while naked because he asked you too

The end

Because you asked me too

Tamaki Amajiki

SFW

…

Poor sweet elf boi

Doesn’t really know how to cope

Spends a lot of time locked in his room

You notice he’s eating less

When he allows you to come into his room, he’s always wearing one of the hoodies you let him have

On those nights, there isn’t a lot of talking, but there is a lot of cuddling

He rests his head either on your chest or your stomach, wraps his muscley arms around your waist and holds you close

Whispers ‘I love you y/n.’ every so often

You’re really worried about him

His pretty black eyes are dull, he slouches more, Mirio can’t cheer him up, you can’t cheer him up, his indigo floof droops a little, dark bags under his eyes, stutters a lot more → talks even less than before, he looks sad, and is jumpy

He’s been really distant too

Staring off into the distance, completely zoned out and lost in his thoughts

24/7

So one day when he comes back from patrol with that spunky redhead and Fatgum, you go to his room and knock

No answer

You knock again

Still no answer

You fumble with the doorknob, but it’s locked

Using your quirk, you manage to get it open

“Tama, why is your-”

“Tamaki?”

Tamaki Amajiki was rolled up in several blankets, making him look like an adorable burrito

He was struggling to escape his warm cocoon, squeaking softly as he attempted to get his arms out

He blushed as soon as you saw him and then tried to hide his face in embarrassment, but you didn’t let him sink too far

You smiled indulgently and helped him unroll

“Tamaki, if you were cold then- Wait… are those my socks?”

“Yes.” He mumbled, hiding his face in your shoulder

You giggled

“Don’t be embarrassed Tama! If you want my clothes, just ask!”

You wrap your arms around him and pull him down so you’re laying comfortably in his bed together

“How are you doing?” You coo, stroking his soft indigo locks

“Awful.” He mumbled, burying his face in your chest

“I’m sorry to hear that…” You reply, tracing the indent on the back of his neck, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yes. But I’m not allowed.”

“Oh. That’s ok. I don’t mean to be insensitive, but just try not to think about it. I know it’s hard and you’re under a lot of pressure, but tonight, just think about me. Or takoyaki. Or Nejire and Mirio.”

“You smell good.” He whispered bashfully, “New perfume?”

“Mm-hm! You like it?”

“Yup.”

“Good.”

You smiled sweetly, letting his soft voice (I love you Aaron Dismuke) play its melody over and over again in your brain

You were so lucky

You kissed his forehead and whispered, “If you need someone to talk to, I’m right here Tamaki. Ok?”

He nodded sleepily, eyelids drooping from lack of sleep

“I love you bunny.”

“Sweet dreams.” You sigh, relaxing in his safe embrace

NSFW

Don’t get me wrong, Tamaki is one of the sweetest, kindest, most adorable yet hot guys EVER, but he isn’t some fucking pushover

He’s domming your sorry ass in bed, whether you like it or not

He’s got tentacles

TENTACLES

GOOD HENTAI ANIME = TENTACLES

And he fucking knows how to use them to make you scream

He also has a cow hoof you can stretch yourself on

What happens if he eats noodles?

But that’s beside the point

Tentacles

With those, he can tease you, tie you up, make you cum, squirt, serve as a second dick for ur arse, put them in your mouth, etc etc etc

Anything you can imagine

Picture this: Tamaki is fucking your from behind, buried to the hilt in your cunt. Two tentacles trapping your arms against your back, one in your ass, one in your mouth, and one massaging your throbbing clit

You’re overstimulated, moaning, and crying from the pleasure, pain, and overwhelming arousal

“Do you like my tentacles Bunny? Does it feel good?”

“So wet for me… such a pretty Bunny when I fuck you like this.”

“More? Greedy bunnies get punished~”

Loves it when you’re all needy, hot, and bothered underneath him, begging for just a simple touch

It makes him feel really strong and happy

Knows it feels good because you make the most erotic faces

Nuts almost immediately when you do → tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream, and cheeks flushed

Aftercare?

You won’t even remember the accidental scratch you got from the lobster claw

Sore pussy and/or ass?

Hickeys?

Dry throat?

Hungry?

Anything marring the beautiful expanse of skin before him?

Gone

He’ll massage you, give you a bath, food, water, endless kisses, hums to you softly, bandage you up (if need be) and tuck you in

He NEVER wants to lose you to someone else, so he makes ABSOLUTELY sure, you’re 100% feeling loved at the end

He loves you so much

Never forget that

Eijirou Kirishima

Mostly SFW

Baby boy…

He has been very distant since this whole thing started

No more study and cuddle sessions (where you normally end up fucking)

Fewer hugs and kisses

No big girl fun time in bed

Not as many baby shark doot doo doo doo doo smiles

*author drowns in utter despair*

All you have are the clothes you steal from his closet every now and then

(every time you’re in his room) cough

So while boi is being a distant and depressing fuck, you bundle up in all 11 of his Crimson Riot hoodies (some of them are used as pants) and think about him

His garnet irises, his adorable sharp-toothed smile, his killer upper body, his soft red hair, his voice (thank you Justin Cook), his hands, his dick, his manliness, the tiny scar above his eyebrow, and his sharp jawline

Perfection

Kiri, on the other hand, wonders why you’re spending so much time in your room all alone and why fuck cuddle nights stopped

Right when he needed all of the love and support, it stopped

Were you mad at him?

Did he do something to upset or offend you?

Did he say something rude or insensitive without thinking about it?

Did you get tired of him?

Did you want to break up?

Had Bakugou finally stolen your heart from him?

He couldn’t tell

You looked to upset all the time, giving him distant looks, suddenly running to your room with your eyes full of… shit, were those tears?

No, not eyes full of shit

Eyes full of tears

Come on guys

He ran after you, but by the time he got to your hallway, you were already locked in your room

He knocked on the door

“Who… Who is it?” You whimpered in a choked voice

“Uh, Eiji… your boyfriend…” He said softly, running a hand through his softened locks, “Can I come in?”

“I…” You pause, “I guess. Gimme a minute.”

Shuffling sounds

*nose-blowing*

Then the door opened to reveal a slouching you in one of his hoodies

You had a used tissue scrunched in your fist

“Babe, are you ok? You’ve been acting really weird lately and I’m worried!” Said the pure ginger shark

“E-Ever s-since you s-started that work-study, you’ve been r-really d-distant so I thought you might’ve f-found someone else. Either that or you j-just needed t-time alone.” You whimpered, holding back tears for what seemed like the billionth time that day

“Baby girl, no one could ever replace you!”

Sharky pulls you into a hug

“I’m sorry you thought that Y/n. I’ve just been really zoned out because I’m trying to balance school, work-study, and our relationship all at once. I really need those study nights honey, I’m begging you. You explain stuff so simply and your notes are really descriptive. I love you so much and I don’t like it when you’re sad, because then I’m sad and then everyone is sad.”

“Eiji… I’m sorry, don’t blame all this on your self. I’m just being a whiny bitch.”

“Don’t say that!!”

“But I-”

You were cut off by a kiss

Eijirou cupped your flushed cheek tenderly with one hand, and with the other, he held the small of your back so you were flush up against him

“Eijirou…”

That night, you fall asleep on his chest, but Kiri can’t sleep

His phone on your nightstand flashes and he carefully picks it up, turning down the brightness so as not to disturb you

Apparently, it’s time

Carefully, he slips out of bed to join Midoriya, Ochaco, and Tsuyu downstairs

NSFW

When all of that is over and Kirishima is in your arms safe and sound again, he gets down on you before you even pull out your flashcards

Presses you back into the carpet and starts sucking your face

“Eiji? Wha-”

“Sssh.”

Clothes start flying everywhere except away from you and your horny boyfriend, who has moved onto your neck and jawline, kissing and nipping along your collarbones and mandible

You thread your shaking fingers through his pretty red hair

“So wet for me already?”

“Mmmh, you smell so good…” Eijirou moaned, sucking your puffy clit, his hands clamped on your hips to prevent you from bucking or squirming

“M-More… please, more! I need more Eiji~”

“Did you miss me, or just my cock?”

“Both- fuuuuck~ Eijirou oh my gOd~”

“You like that sweetie? Huh? Tell me how much you like it~”

…

*coughs*

You can hardly walk the next day

But don’t worry

Kiri will treat you like a queen and carry you around until you fall off or feel better

No studying happened unless you count Eiji learning to make you squirt

Otherwise, no

Neither of you did anything productive

But you did have a fun, sensual evening with the person you loved most

Nighteye Squad hc’s coming soon!

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maria-scribbles · 4 years

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glitter + crimson (let’s start a riot)//part two

summary: the pogues get up to a few shenanigans, burn the shit out of some marshmallows, and have a group hug of epic proportions. the dynamic duo of kiara and sailor brings out girl power in full force before getting real about a certain golden group rule.

word count: 4.2k+

ship: jj maybank x oc (sailor flynn)

warnings: mentions of abuse/neglect/parental abandonment/anxiety, underage drinking, weed usage, more fluff, flirting, reference to absolute legend kobe bryant

a/n: hello again! thank you all for the great response to part one, i’m seriously blown away and so grateful for your support! <3 i’m happy y’all enjoyed reading about sailor’s adventures with the pogues! here’s part two, which had previously been combined with part one but i decided to split it because it was getting wayyyy too long (over 8k words, oops). also i’ve never even seen weed with my own two eyes before so my bad if that part’s not realistic, i did my best lol. unbetaed, so i apologize for any mistakes. enjoy!

gif credit goes to @toesure

~Masterlist~

part one | part three | part four | playlist

part two: treading water

The pogues spend the next few hours among the waves, surfing their hearts out until they’re waterlogged, exhausted, and hungry. As the sun starts to sink over the island they pile into John B’s beat up Volkswagen, all their boards tied together on the roof, and head to The Wreck, where Kiara’s dad begrudgingly feeds his daughter and her ‘delinquent’ friends.

That word seems pretty harsh at first but as the evening goes on and the group gets a little louder, it’s kind of well-deserved. Pope can’t seem to stop dropping his fork, sending the rest of them into hysterical laughter each time, and everyone knows when Taylor Swift comes on the radio, Sailor has an obligation to get up and dance. The fact that she knocks a chair over in her haste to show off her moves only makes them laugh harder. When they finally leave and head back to the Chateau for the night, she makes sure to put forty bucks on their table for the food and the twelve pack of beer Kiara swipes from behind the bar when Mr. Carrera isn’t looking.

While it may not look like much, John B’s house if home for more than just him. It’s a safe port for all the pogues when they get lost in the storm, a place where they can all be themselves, be real, without judgement, and it’s Sailor’s second favorite place on the island. She’s lost count of how many nights she’s spent here, sleeping in the spare room, on the pull-out couch, and the hammock in the yard (sleepovers have become even more common in the eight months since Big John’s disappearance at sea, no one willing to leave his son all alone in an empty house.).

The hammock is where she finds herself now on this warm June night, sitting beside JJ with his arm around her shoulders, clad in his sweatshirt that she unashamedly stole last year, passing a joint back and forth while the others lounge around the small bonfire, roasting the old marshmallows John B found in the very back of one of his kitchen’s cupboards and drinking beer. One of her long legs dangles over the edge, toes pushing against the cool grass as they lazily swing back and forth, watching Kiara burn her third marshmallow in a row.

“Kie, what did those poor things ever do to you?” Sailor asks, exhaling smoke through her nose before passing the joint to JJ, and the brush of his fingers against hers sends warmth through her whole body. Kiara just shoots her the bird in response as she stabs her fourth marshmallow and holds it over the fire. The redhead laughs and rests her head against JJ’s shoulder, her limbs light as air. In the distance, lightning arcs between the clouds and creates a dazzling show over the water as thunder rumbles but none of them care enough to notice.

Although she never outright asks to smoke, she also never refuses the chance to get high with her best friend and let their problems drift away with every hit, if only for a little while. Lines get a little blurry between them, too, as both become oh so affectionate with each other when their inhibitions disappear like the sun over the horizon. She sighs contentedly at the blissful feeling of his fingers running through her hair and burrows further into his side, turning so she can throw an arm over his waist and curl her own fingers into the soft material of his shirt.

“Damn it!” John B yells as his marshmallow, in the span of a few seconds, catches fire and unceremoniously falls into the flames with a hiss.

“Ha, I’m not the only one on the struggle bus!” Kiara laughs gleefully, delicately turning her fourth attempt to keep it from burning like the other three. “We can’t all be Pope, I guess.”

The other boy looks up at the mention of his name and grins, holding out a perfectly toasted marshmallow on the end of the stick in his hand. “It takes talent, Kie.” He jokes, chuckling as she sticks her tongue out at him.

Sailor can’t help laughing, too when the two of them dive headfirst into a heated discussion about the finer points of roasting things over a campfire, their voices becoming louder and louder as they try to talk over one another while John B, unfazed from his spot between them, just holds another marshmallow over the fire and ignores them completely as he takes a sip of his beer.

“Aaaand JB’s totally checked out of that particular conversation,” She says to JJ under her breath and she feels more than hears him laugh in response.

“Poor bastard,” He whispers back before taking one last hit of the joint, now burnt down to a nub in his hand, and flicking it into the fire with a shout of “Kobe!”

“Nice one, hotshot.” She shifts her head up on his shoulder as her eyes unabashedly trace his profile in the warm orange glow of the fire, from the golden hair falling haphazardly onto his forehead and down the straight slope of his nose to the curve of his lips before she’s caught -not that she was being subtle in any possible way-, his ocean blue gaze holding hers with an electrified energy that would’ve normally set her whole face aflame. She’s not Normal Sailor now though, she’s High Sailor and High Sailor has positively zero shame so she just looks up at him with a saccharine smile on her face and blesses the fact that weed makes her bold as hell.

The flickering flames throw JJ’s features into sharp relief and highlight the dimples that she loves as he returns her smile, the hand in her hair now twirling a single curl around his finger. His free hand settles on the strip of bare skin at her waist where her sweatshirt has ridden up and her heart beats a little faster when he starts drawing agonizingly slow circles with his thumb. Her hand releases its grip on his shirt and before she even realizes it, she’s reaching up and brushing a finger along her jaw, just like he’d done to her that afternoon on the beach, and she feels the fingers at her waist press against her skin.

It’s moments like these that make her wish she could freeze time and live in them forever. Just the two of them, looking at each other like they’re more than just friends, touching each other like they’re falling into something beautiful and all they need to do is stick the landing. The possibility of taking that final leap teases her. He’s so close, it wouldn’t take much to just reach up and make that minuscule distance between them disappear and from the way his eyes flick down to her mouth and back, she’s sure he’s thinking the same. They won’t though and for now that’s okay, but deep down she wonders just how long they can balance on the cliff’s edge before they both fall.

As much as she’d like to stare at his stupidly handsome face all night, the weather has other plans as lightning flashes white across the sky, immediately followed by a big crack of thunder that makes Sailor jump and accidentally headbutt JJ right in the forehead. The stick in Pope’s hand goes flying somewhere into the bushes when he startles, too, and there’s a pause as everyone looks at each other before bursting into wild laughter.

“Jesus, Sail,” JJ says, reaching up to rub at the spot she hit, “you have a hard head.”

Her reply of “speak for yourself!” is drowned out by another clap of thunder and seconds later it starts pouring rain, sending the group scrambling to head back inside the Chateau before they get too drenched. The duo, in their haste, get tangled together in the hammock and nearly fall to the ground in a heap but manage to hold each other up with their hands clasped tight, both laughing so hard she’s sure the water on their faces is more than just rain.

“The beer! Don’t forget the beer!” Someone yells and John B, halfway to the porch in front of them, does a smooth 180 on the wet grass and runs back for the booze sitting beside the dying fire, sending them a lazy salute when he passes by.

“We honor your sacrifice, Captain!” JJ calls over his shoulder before they clamber onto the porch alongside a giggling Kiara.

“Oh my God, you two almost bit it so hard.” She says while wringing out her shirt, adding to the steadily growing puddle of water at their feet.

“But we didn’t, all thanks to me and my impeccable balance.” He says proudly, grinning down at the girl still snug against his side before she lets go of his hand to slug him in the shoulder.

“Ow, what was that for?”

“Oh please, J, I was the one who kept you from falling on your face. Now, hold still.” Sailor orders and places her hand on his arm, using him for balance as she brushes the grass from her feet.

“Yes, ma’am.” His reply is low in her ear, his hand settles even lower on her back, and she pretends the shiver her body makes is just from the cool rain.

“You like being bossed around, Maybank?”

Her hand grips his strong shoulder a little bit tighter, and she feels his fingers tighten on her sweatshirt as he replies, “Depends on who’s doing the bossing, Flynn.”

Kiara coughs pointedly, staring at them with her eyebrows raised and Sailor feels her face begin to flush bright red because, to be honest, she’d kind of forgotten she was even there as they both let go of each other. The other girl snickers and drawls, “If you two are quite done-”

Thankfully, a thoroughly soaked John B joins them and interrupts whatever Kiara was going to say, his hair plastered to his face and dripping onto the soggy carton of beer protectively cradled in his arms.

“Mission accomplished.” He says with a satisfied smile, setting the drinks down on a chair before shaking his head like a dog and splattering rainwater on everyone, including Pope as he emerges from the house carrying a pile of towels. A few drops land on his cheek and he wrinkles his nose in disgust, wiping them away with his own towel hanging around his neck.

“I was just kidding about the beer.” He says, throwing one and smacking John B right in the face, then kindly passing out the rest. Sailor barely grabs the last one before Pope’s suddenly put in a headlock by the brunet boy, yelling something about mutiny and a captain “not standing for this” as they start to grapple back and forth. JJ pauses in the middle of drying his hair and instantly jumps into the fray after tossing his towel to the floor, the scuffle quickly turning into a three way wrestling match.

She and Kiara both glance at each other and roll their eyes before scooting by the melee and heading into the house, leaving the boys to do their thing. They quickly dry off and change into pajamas, hang their wet clothes up to dry in the bathroom, and then tiredly flop onto the bed in the spare room together.

“How long do you think it’ll take until Wrestlemania out there’s done?” Sailor asks, rolling onto her stomach and reaching to pull her phone and glasses out of her bag on the floor; under her newly acquired hat, the lightning whelk peeks through its towel and the sight of it makes her smile softly. Kiara snorts and sits up, crossing her legs and running her fingers through her damp hair. “Knowing those fools, too long.”

The redhead laughs and mirrors the other girl’s position before slipping her glasses on and glancing down at her phone in trepidation, where no new texts block the lock screen picture of her and the rest of the pogues, and she does her best to ignore the hurt coiling in her chest, the smile fading from her face. She places the phone screen down on the bedside table and when she raises her head, she’s not surprised to find Kiara, ever so perceptive, staring at her with sympathy in her soft brown eyes.

“You okay?” She asks and Sailor takes off her glasses, then pulls her knees to her chest and wraps her arms around them.

“Could be better.”

Lightning illuminates the room, followed by an impressive crack of thunder a few seconds later as rain continues to pound against the window and down the hall, they hear the door slam closed as the boys finally storm inside after their scuffle, still yelling like banshees. The other girl reaches over and quickly squeezes her wrist before shooting her a bright smile.

“If you ever need to vent, I’m all ears.”

She knows she means it. Aside from JJ, Kiara’s her closest friend and from the moment they met, the two had quickly bonded over being the only girls in the group and their love of the environment: she’s lost count of how many times they’ve volunteered, both themselves and the rest of the pogues, to help raise money for animals. Despite Kiara’s kook year, Sailor considers her a sister and knows that Kie feels the same about her. Having each other’s backs no matter what is just what they do.

The redhead looks away from watching the storm outside and matches Kiara’s smile, then scoots closer to wrap her arms around her in a grateful hug.

“Thanks, Kie.”

The dark haired girl eagerly returns the embrace. “Any-”

“Comin’ through, gotta get me some of this group hug action!” JJ yells, storming into the room like a hurricane and throwing his arms around them, all but tackling them onto the bed before they even realize what’s happening.

“No, no, you’re still wet!” Sailor cries as his head rests against the back of her neck, his damp hair slowly beginning to soak into her shirt while Kiara growls, “Oh my God, get off!”

“And miss out on this? No way.” He says cheekily and pulls them both closer, ignoring the dark haired girl’s venomous glare and attempts to pry his hand away from her arm. Sailor, resigned to her fate, just laughs and calls over his arm to John B and Pope as they curiously poke their heads in from the hall, “Get your asses in here!”

She doesn’t have to tell them twice. They throw themselves into the hug faster than she can blink and with such contagious enthusiasm that Kiara can’t fight the affectionate grin making its way onto her face, even as she threatens, “I’m gonna kill all of you.”

Sailor rests her cheek on JJ’s outstretched arm and smiles to herself. This, right here and now, is where she belongs, surrounded by the best friends she could ask for, living each moment to its fullest. No matter what comes their way, she knows this is true: as long as they all stand together, the pogues will be just fine.

Some time later, the hug comes to an end as JJ jokingly complains about Sailor’s big head making his arm numb, which earns him a swift elbow to the stomach from the redhead.

“Weak.” She replies, smirking at the little oof he makes before grabbing his arm and pulling them both up from the bed. “Now get out.”

“Please.” Kiara agrees and pushes John B out the door, followed by Pope. “This room is girls only.”

“Since when?” The latter asks, sidestepping to avoid JJ as he’s playfully shoved into the hall by Sailor, who replies, “Right now.”

“Why?”

“’Cause we said so!” Both girls say in unison before they slam the door shut and then lean their backs against it, giggling. On the other side, they hear Pope ask in a very amused voice, “I thought this was your house?”

John B sighs the deepest sigh they’ve ever heard before replying, “Yeah, I did, too.”

“Ten bucks they’re gonna talk shit about us.” JJ says and there’s a not so subtle bump against the door that gives away the fact that he’s got his ear pressed to it, trying to listen in on them; a fact that gets proven when Sailor smacks her hand on it and makes him stumble back with a yelp of surprise.

“Dream on!”

“You wish!”

She and Kiara call at the same time, then glance at each other and burst into another fit of giggles.

“Tough break, dude. You’ll feel better in the morning.” That was John B’s tactless way of saying he’s tired without actually saying it and seconds later they hear his footsteps disappear down the hall to his room as he makes his escape, followed faintly by the sound of his door swinging shut.

“You don’t talk about us at all, Sail? Seriously?” JJ asks and Sailor can almost feel the sheer force of Pope’s inevitable eye roll when he mumbles under his breath, “Oh my God.”

Kiara’s on the same wavelength as him because she rolls her eyes, too and all but yells, “If we say yes will you fucking leave?”

There’s a pause and then: a slightly miffed “...yes.” along with Pope trying and failing to disguise his laugh as a cough.

“Then yes, we do talk about you. Now go.”

“Okay, okay! Jeez.”

“Goodnight, boys!” Sailor calls in a singsong voice before hearing them retreat to the living room, arguing about who gets the sleeper sofa and who gets stuck with the regular couch. When she’s sure they’re gone she shakes her head fondly (she doesn’t see why they can’t just get over themselves and share the damn thing) and turns back to Kiara, who’s already in the middle of pulling the damp comforter from the bed, her face the picture of disgust.

“Ugh,” She shudders, tossing it to the floor and then wiping her hands on a discarded towel from earlier. “Don’t touch that.”

“No shit.”

The dark haired girl jokingly flips Sailor the bird and then joins her in lounging on the bed, watching the fan spin in circles above their heads while the storm outside continues to rage on. The silence is comforting, soothing, and goes on for so long that the redhead’s nearly sent off to dreamland by the sound of the rain before Kiara finally speaks, “Hey, Sail?”

She hums in response, slowly turning her head to face her and blinking the sleep out of her eyes.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You just did.” She replies with an impish grin, but it slips from her face when the other girl shoots her a flat, unamused glance.

“Ha ha. I’m being serious, okay?”

Well that wasn’t worrying at all. “Is something wrong?” Sailor asks, rolling onto her side to face her friend completely and propping her head on her arm, all traces of lethargy thrown out the window. Kiara does the same with an unreadable look in her eyes as she answers, “No, I’m just a little...okay, a lot curious about something, and I want you to be honest with me.”

“I mean, I kind of have to. You know I suck at lying.”

She frowns when Kiara doesn’t even react to her comment and instead starts to worry her bottom lip between her teeth. “It’s kind of a personal question, though.”

Oh, Jesus. She’s gonna ask about her dad, Sailor knows it, and that’s something she’s just not ready to talk about -she hasn’t even told JJ the whole story yet and she tells him (almost) everything- but before she can think of a semi-decent excuse, or run to the bathroom, or pretend to just pass the fuck out, Kiara blurts, “What’s the deal between you and JJ?”

Okay, that’s decidedly not what she expected to hear and it completely throws her for a loop, her brain blowing a fuse in epic fashion. A long stream of gibberish comes from her mouth as she tries and fails to articulate a response because holy hell she’s so not prepared for this; she’s a listener, not a talker! She’s the confidante not the confider, the asker not the answerer, and she can feel herself getting a little sweaty at just the thought of talking about her feelings, even with someone as close to her as Kiara. She almost wishes the other girl had asked about her dad.

To be honest she should’ve seen this coming, considering the looks Kiara’s been sending her recently and especially today, the ones that clearly meant that the dark haired girl’s seen what’s been happening and wants. that. tea. What Sailor doesn’t get though, is why she’s being so serious about it: she expects at least an overexaggerated wink or a teasing comment or two from her friend but she’s just waiting patiently, the slightest hint of mirth in her eyes.

Finally, the redhead manages to collect her panicked thoughts enough to squeak oh so eloquently, “Me-him-nothing!”

Kiara arches one eyebrow. “Sail, you really do suck at lying.”

Sailor flops back onto the bed and slides her hands down her furiously blushing face with a groan. “I’m not lying.” She mutters insistently but even she can admit it sounds weak as hell.

“It’s obvious there’s something-”

Something in her snaps and before she can stop them, words just start coming out with the force of a wave crashing against the shore, rough and callous. “It’s obvious there’s nothing going on, okay? Nothing. And even if there was -not that I’m saying there is- it can’t happen. That’s the golden rule, Kie.”

Kiara looks momentarily taken aback at the redhead’s outburst and then rolls onto her back, staring at the ceiling for a moment before she whispers quietly, like a secret she’s reluctant to share, “Maybe I think that rule is stupid.”

“Stupid?” Sailor glances over incredulously, the brief flash of anger aimed at her friend slowly morphing into confusion. “You’re the one who came up with it in the first place!”

“I know...” The dark haired girl sighs, tiredly running her hands through her hair, “I wanted to keep things from getting weird! It’s worked pretty well so far but I’m kind of, sort of, maybe starting to think it might not have been the best idea.”

“Why?” She asks, brow furrowing.

Kiara appears deep in thought as she keeps staring at the ceiling, working her jaw until she seems to come to a decision and turns her head to look Sailor in the eye. “Because I don’t think something as simple as a rule should be able to dictate who you can or can’t...love.”

Oh, God. Anxiety starts to take hold in her chest and she tries to keep her brain from going into five-alarm fire mode, her fingers tapping nervously against her leg. Why oh why did she have to say the L-word? Who said anything about that? Hell, it’s been a few months and she’s still getting used to her world-changing, panic-inducing, everything-clicking-into-place epiphany that made her realize that she does, in fact, like JJ as more than a friend (how and when her feelings changed, she hasn’t quite figured that out yet.). She’s not even close to thinking about love. Noticing her friend’s distress, Kiara reaches over to place her darker hand on the paler girl’s and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m not saying you love him, okay? But there’s obviously something good going on between you guys and I’m not cool with some dumb rule we made when we were twelve getting in the way of your happiness,” Her mouth curls into a lighthearted smirk, “even if it happens to be with someone as, uh, distinct as JJ.”

Despite herself, Sailor snorts a laugh and the tight feeling in her chest slowly starts to become a little more bearable as its replaced by a swell of gratitude that she has a person as wonderful as Kiara for a friend. She really did luck out in that department, she thinks, and the corner of her mouth lifts in a small smile.

“Distinct?”

“Hey, I was gonna say idiotic but I’m trying to be nice here.” The dark haired girl says, laughing as Sailor affectionately rolls her eyes before continuing, “But you do know that if he messes this up I’ll kick his ass, right?”

“Trust me, I do.”

“Good.” She punctuates that with a massive yawn, then rolls away from her and pulls the sheets higher over her chest, mumbling, “Now I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for bed. All this deep talk made me tired.”

“Big mood,” Sailor replies, reaching over and flicking off the bedside lamp, the only light now coming from the occasional flash of lightning through the windows as she rolls comfortably onto her side, tucking her arm under the pillow. Silence settles over them, dark and calm and stretching for who knows how long before she says quietly, “Thanks, Kie.”

There’s no answer. Realizing she must’ve already nodded off, the redhead’s just about to crash herself when her friend’s reply softly cuts through the silence like a knife.

“You’re not the only one I did it for.”

Kiara doesn’t say anything after that and Sailor falls asleep wondering what, or rather who, exactly the other girl meant.

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jovialyouthmusic · 4 years

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Lovelink Fanfic

Albert continues to make an impression on his Lovelink Match

Word Count 2395

A/N A smutty chapter, so No under 18s Otherwise, it also has fluff. If you like it let me know and I’ll tag you in the following chapters

4 Better and Better

As promised, I spent my day cleaning and tidying, hoping that Albert wouldn’t be kept too long by his family. I kept getting flashbacks of the previous night, and would have to stop what I was doing and let myself cool off. At two o’clock the doorbell rang and I ran to it, hoping he was back, although I knew it was far too early. I looked through the peephole to be confronted by a riot of colour, and opened the door to find a delivery boy almost dwarfed by a huge flower arrangement.

‘Special delivery Ma’am’ he wheezed. My front door was accessed from the suburban street by stone steps, but I didn’t think they were enough to challenge anyone with a normal level of fitness.

‘Thankyou – are you okay?’ I asked. He sneezed.

‘Allergies’ he grumbled ‘I hate delivering flowers’ I stared at him.

‘Then maybe you shouldn’t?’ I suggested. He laughed hollowly.

‘Can’t turn down work nowadays. Anyway, here they are’ He handed them over and almost ran back down the steps to his van, sneezing violently. I wrestled the blooms inside and took them through to the kitchen. The card read Looking forward to rushing your position. Prepare for action I laughed, my cheeks flushing. My phone pinged with a text message.

Did you just get a delivery?

Yes, thanks. They’re beautiful

So are you. Need to compare

Then hurry back, soldier

Yes Ma’am. Will text you when I set off

I smiled fondly and put the flowers in water and displayed them in my lounge by the window that looked out onto the little patch of grass at the front of the building. The rest of the afternoon flew by as I threw myself into the task of transforming my small apartment. I was amazed at how good the place looked, and wondered why I hadn’t made the effort before. Well, I reasoned, I hadn’t had Albert over before. I knew he kept his kit in good order and didn’t want him to think I was a lazy slob. At last my phone pinged. He’d told me he’d be eating with family and wouldn’t need anything, so that left the evening free for…

On my way Ma’am

Hurry back

Nothing will stop me

Safe journey

I showered and washed and dried my hair, deciding on another slip under my robe. When the doorbell rang I paused for just a second to check my hair before flinging the door open. I was in his arms instantly and he swung me inside, kicking the door shut, pushing me against the wall and pressing his lips to mine. We kissed frantically, and I pushed and pulled at his clothes until I found bare flesh. His hands went from my face to my breasts to my hips, finding the gap in my robe and fumbling for the hem of my slip. He stopped for a moment, breathing heavily.

‘How are you after last night? He asked ‘Not too sore?’

‘I’m ready for action, soldier’ I grinned. He grunted with satisfaction and went back to the job in hand, exploring my body thoroughly, pushing the silky fabric aside, hitching up my slip.

‘I like the way you dress, Ma’am’ His hands slid around to cup my buttocks, and he groaned in appreciation ‘No panties?’ he marvelled ‘Fuck’

‘Yes please’ I panted, and pivoted as he struggled out of his jacket and kicked off his shoes. We stumbled along the hall toward the bedroom, shedding his clothes as we went, kissing, touching, gasping. We stopped just short of the door, where he slid his hands underneath my hips to lift me up, and I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his obvious arousal and pressing myself against it. He still had his shirt on, buttons undone, and he’d dropped and stepped out of his pants and briefs. He reached for the bedroom door handle.

‘You said you’d ravish me in the hall’ I gasped, unwrapping my legs and letting myself down.

‘I did – but I don’t have any protection’ I reached into the pocket of my robe and produced a condom. He chuckled

‘You thought of everything’

‘I had plenty of time’ He fumbled the packet open and rolled the rubber over his length before kissing me. Again I wrapped my legs around his waist, but this time we manoeuvred together until he started to stretch and enter me.

‘Oh shit’ I gasped as he buried himself deeper and deeper. Up to the hilt, he grunted and leaned into me, letting his forehead rest on my shoulder, and we stayed still for a moment, relishing the feeling of being joined again. His breath was hot on my shoulder and I could feel the wild beating of his heart. He withdrew slowly, and just as slowly slid back in. I moaned in ecstasy, clinging on tight and pulling him against me with my legs. He started up a slow rhythm, pausing from time to time for me to squirm and urge him on.

‘Fuck, you feel good’ he groaned ‘I don’t ever want to stop’ I arched my back against the wall and pushed my pelvis against him, my clitoris grinding against him. I whimpered with need and he started again, each thrust solid and steady. I could feel him trembling with the effort so I tilted my pelvis in time with his thrusts until I could almost see stars and felt the sweet build up of my climax begin.

‘I – oh fuck. I’m close’ I gasped. He let out a great groan, his thrusts losing rhythm, but it wasn’t enough to prevent what was happening deep inside me. The sweet rush of warmth and pulsing blossomed and built and ebbed and radiated outward. I was vaguely aware of his last few thrusts and groans and shudders, and at last we were still, hearts hammering and breath rasping, slowing.

He braced one hand against the wall and carefully withdrew, making sure the condom was safe and secure. I unwrapped my legs from him and slowly lowered them to the ground, trembling and shaking, arms still wrapped around his broad shoulders until I could support myself. I slid down the wall and he followed me to the floor, kneeling to get his breath back. We sat, me against the wall with my knees drawn up, he beside me angled toward me, stroking my cheek. I turned my head toward him, and he pulled back and kissed me, a sweet lingering kiss on the lips. I could smell his musk and my own sweat and didn’t care.

‘Damn that was good’ he murmured ‘Worth waiting for. We’d better go clean up’ He rummaged in his discarded trousers to get a pack of tissues out and carefully take off the spent condom before giving me his hand and helping me up. We made our way to the bathroom and stepped into the shower together, not resisting the temptation to make out in the tiny cubicle but stepping out and towelling off before we got carried away.

‘How was your Mum?’ I asked . He grinned sheepishly

‘I managed to keep things vague when she asked where I was going’ he replied ‘She could tell I was hiding something, but she didn’t pry.’ He held my gaze ‘I just want you for myself for a bit longer’ he explained, and I nodded.

‘Me too. How were your Dad and brothers?’

‘They were out on the trawler so I’m afraid I’ll be away tomorrow evening’ he grimaced ‘They like to take me out on the town when I get back, so I’ll probably have to stop overnight’

‘Oh’ I said ‘But family’s important’

‘So’s the state of my liver. I’ve hardly drunk anything for weeks, I’m a bit of a lightweight right now’

‘You’ll have to pace yourself’ I suggested ‘Drink plenty of water’

‘Believe me, the last thing I want this week is a hangover. I want to spend as much quality time with you as I can. I may only have six months of service left, but I don’t know where I’ll end up or for how long.’

It wasn’t late, so Albert dressed in jeans and t shirt and I put some cotton pyjamas on. I got him a beer from the fridge, opening a bottle of wine for myself and suggested we watch TV together.

‘What sort of thing do you want to watch?’ I asked

‘Nothing too graphic’ he said ‘I’ve been lucky not to have seen much action, but I like to watch more restful stuff when I’m off base.’

‘Right, how about a rom com or period drama – something you’ve seen before, or something new? Anything you’re waiting to catch up with?’

‘I’d like nothing better than watching something soft and sloppy with you’ he grinned ‘You choose’

‘I’ve not watched Bridget Jones for a while, how about that?’

‘Sure thing Ma’am’ We settled down on the couch, and I nestled into him, knees drawn up and wine glass in hand. He drank his beer straight from the bottle, and we sat quietly watching for a while.

‘Are you hungry?’ I asked ‘I know you said you were eating early, but I can get something if you like. I don’t really do TV snacks. I’d be the size of a bus if I did’

‘I like curvy women’ he teased, squeezing my waist. ‘But I’m fine, we had a big lunch’

‘What was the catering like when you were working?’ I asked

‘Nothing special, standard rations’ he replied ‘It’s nice to be able to pick what I eat and have home cooked food’

‘You were escorting some bigwig weren’t you?’ I asked ‘Didn’t you get to go to any banquets?’ He laughed

‘I’m not at liberty to give you any details, but no. Military escorts have their own supplies. It wouldn’t do if our VIP got sick from food poisoning and we came down with it too’

‘Huh, hadn’t thought of that’ We went back to watching, and before long I found myself yawning.

‘Time to turn in’ Albert said, and pulled at my pyjama top ‘Are you keeping those jammies on to stop me from having my way with you?’

‘They’re easily taken off – and why wouldn’t I want you to ravish me again?’ I sat up and turned around, straddling him and pinning him to the couch ‘Or it might be me taking advantage of you’

‘Take all the advantage you want. Ma’am, I’m all yours’

‘You bet you are, soldier’ I said, and leaned forward to kiss him passionately.

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I woke with the dawn, luckily without any nightmares or flashbacks. I knew instantly where I was, with the warmth of my angel nestled up beside me. Her face was peaceful, innocent, and her hair draped softly onto my shoulder. I had pins and needles from having my arm around her shoulders but daren’t wake her, so I lay listening to her breathe, enduring as my hand went numb.

My mind went back to the previous evening, when she had pinned me down on the couch and kissed me hungrily. Despite her yawning only a few moments before she was eager to make love, disappearing for a moment to fetch a condom before standing in front of me to strip naked. I sat watching her, my arousal increasing as she straddled me again. I lay back, letting her lead, only resting my hands on her hips as she unfastened my jeans. Before long I was exposed and ready for action, and I groaned as her cool fingers wrapped around my shaft. She backed up to lean down and press her tongue to it.

Being thick, it was a bit of a mouthful for her, but she did a good job at getting me fired up before rolling the condom onto it. She straddled me again, slowly sinking on to me as I gazed at her beautiful breasts. I couldn’t help but touch them, watching her nipples harden and leaning forward to take one golden areola into my mouth, teasing with my tongue. She moaned and gyrated, her wet velvety softness enveloping me. She rode me relentlessly, and I found it difficult to hold back for her climax, but we came together – a feat I had rarely managed with other partners, but which we achieved easily. After that she had climbed back off me and we cleaned up before making our way to bed where we both swiftly fell asleep.

Now, she took a sudden intake of breath and her eyelids flickered. I watched as they opened and a slow smile spread over her face.

‘Morning, beautiful’ I said softly

‘Morning soldier’ she answered back sleepily. I retrieved my arm and shook it to get the circulation going ‘Oh did I do that? Sorry’ she asked.

‘I’d rather wake every morning the rest of my life with a dead arm if you’re with me’ I kissed her cheek. She lay gazing at me, and I drank in the sight of her too.

‘What shall we do today? When are you going to meet your Dad?’ she asked. I sighed, remembering my time was still not my own. I loved my family, but I wanted most of all to stay with her.

‘Not till late afternoon, so I’m all yours until then’ I stroked her hair, drinking in the scent and sight of her like an intoxicating drug. ‘I’d be very happy just to stay in bed with, but I think perhaps we should get some exercise – some other kind of exercise’

‘Damn, I thought I could catch you out there’ she smiled ‘That’s probably a good idea. I’m a little sore this morning but I can’t help but want to go another round’

‘Have you forgotten there are ways of having an orgasm without penetration? I seem to remember you quite enjoyed it first time round’ I referred to when I had arrived the day before yesterday, when I had used my lips and tongue and fingers to bring her to her first wild (and noisy) climax. If my hair had been long enough for her to pull, I thought to myself, I’d probably have lost a patch or two.

‘Ohhhh soldier’ she purred ‘I think you might have to remind me.’

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mousehole5000 · 4 years

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this is it... the final post.... 226 through THE END!!!!!

this shit with mu qing and the river of lava is SOOOO dramatic im loving it

oh my god theyre on a FUCKING bridge of course they are okay let’s go boys

“You’re right. We’re alike. You think me odd, I think you to be rather weird too.” - so what im getting from this is that xie lian and mu qing are the only characters in this book with working gaydar okay yup got it this checks out

god... the fact that xie lian is ready to be like “look mu qing we can just forget about the past it doesnt matter we dont have to be friends i know you dont like me but im not gonna let you die over it” and then mu qing is like “.... god i really do admire you huh”

“You...certainly...are rather amazing. You’re...also...a better person...than me. Long story short, I...very much wanted...to become your f-f-friend.” - going to think about this for the rest of all time im about to become utterly unintelligible im overcome with emotions

“And, at the end of the white silk band, Feng Xin was gripping Ruoye with one hand while the other was holding on to a steel-faced Mu Qing, and he shouted towards him.” - the fucking IMAGE of this im gonna cry this is everything i could have asked for im so happy also mu qing dangling there like “ welp. guess ill live“

“Feng Xin was almost burnt by that pillar of fire, and he shouted in outrage. “WHAT’S WITH THIS BAND OF DOG SHITS, ATTACKING PEOPLE WHILE THEY’RE DOWN, SO VILE! FUCK YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY!” Xie Lian responded, “IF THEIR ENTIRE FAMILIES ALL LOOK LIKE THAT, YOU SURE YOU WANT TO FUCK THEM??” - theyre so funny!!! and theyre best friends!!! theyre joking together now in the middle of all this i could cry theyre back!!!

“Using sticks as arrows, he held the bow with one hand and used his teeth to bite back the bowstring.” - no clue how practical this is but okay archer boy. hot

i actually have so many little quips between the three of them highlighted but we’d be here all night if i included them all. im literally so delighted by this omg worth the wait

“Each sabre strike slashed to the bone. It wasn’t like Xie Lian had never seen Hua Cheng use the sabre before in the past, but his style had always been easy and leisurely, nonchalant and casual. Rather than say he was handling a weapon, it was more like he was toying with a small knife. Yet those blade marks were filled with killing intent. It was easy to imagine just how skilled the one exchanging blows with him was, and how perilous this battle.” you have no idea how mad i was when i read this and thought we missed witnessing the fight between hc and jw omg

“Behind him, Feng Xin muttered, “Dear fucking god, may all the gods and buddhas grant their blessings, that better absolutely be Crimson Rain Sought Flower, otherwise he’s gonna go mad!” “Stop your rubbish,” Mu Qing berated. “We’re all the gods and buddhas ourselves and we can’t grant shit, just keep up with him! Look at the stumbling way he’s running, he’s gonna trip and fall to his bloody death before he even sees the man!” - okay i know i said no more quips but this is literally too funny i just wanted to read it again

“ However, for whatever reason, that vicious ghost, in its muddled state, took that large group of live mortals under its wing and fled for many days. In the end, they were still surrounded by millions of ghosts, trapped in a dead end, and it was going to be eaten along with those humans.” [...] “That vicious ghost almost made a move against those humans, but for some reason, in the end, it didn’t. It instead used one of its own eyes as the price to forge a blood weapon. That vicious ghost was already forcibly hanging on with its last breath; after digging out its eye it should’ve broken apart completely. Yet somehow something had shocked it, and it instead woke to its senses completely. “ - THIS IS AMAZING ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? IS THIS ALL WE GET ABOUT HIS GHOSTLY LORE?????? HUA CHENGGGGGGGG

“What a terrible offence, his old habit had come out, and he quickly apologized. “I’m sorry! You don’t have to listen to me!” Hua Cheng, however, only smiled happily. “Everything gege tells me is the best advice, so why wouldn’t I listen?” - this isnt the fucking time afjdkfjsdkl they really never stop

“So you can hold the illusion of a perfect Crown Prince of Wuyong to face and dismiss the Jun Wu now. Isn’t that your objective? Did you think I don’t know what you’re thinking?” “THAT’S NOT IT!” Guoshi cried. “Stop getting tied up in right and wrong, victories and defeat, I’VE NEVER THOUGHT THAT WAY BEFORE!” - jun wu only being able to see xie lian as his successor and believing that thats all anyone else sees too... okay

honestly this whole final showdown was a blast i cant put everything in but it was so much fun to read. the DRAMA the LAVA the SHOUTING t

“Hua Cheng had poured too much spiritual power into him. There really was too much, so much that it was completely outside the amount the cursed shackle could withstand.” - okay.... okay... the love you give will set you free... okay....

“With Jun Wu in his grip, he carried both their bodies and forcefully slammed into the incomparably-solid rock wall! He used all of his power in this smash, and in the rumbling and crashing of rocks, he also heard the sound of something breaking.” [...] “A moment later, Jun Wu suddenly asked, “That move. What is it called?” “...” Xie Lian raised his sleeve and wiped away the blood on the side of his face. “Shattering boulders on the chest.” YES!!!!! YES!!!!! xie lian actually lived that life!!!!!! i loved this detail so much

“After a moment of silence, Xie Lian took off the bamboo hat carried on his back, took it in his hand, and covered it over Jun Wu’s face.” - xie lian... good... another detail i love. a hat that protects from the rain, given in a moment of need, even to someone who has caused you hardship... we do not forget the kindness granted to us

“There was gratefulness, there was shame, there was heartache, there was wild joy, but above all else, there was incurable love.” - :pleading: i wish it was just that easy tbh. “i have to tell you about the worst parts of myself” “ive already seen them and i dont care i still love you“ truly the dream

“ It’s been so long since anyone listened to me talk, won’t you stay? Don’t...actually do this. I won’t be able to take it. Twice, it’s been twice already! I really don’t want there to be a third time!!!” - the bit about just wanting someone to listen to him talk... xie lian... :(

emily corpse bride moment.... i knew it had to happen.... butterflies.... death and rebirth.... inevitable

xianle trio bickering about ruoye..... mu qing complaining but not letting anyone else fix it... im so happy

“The Rain Master sat down on the spot, looking like she was going to perform a passing service for her. After all, Xuan Ji was the only one left of the Kingdom of Yushi besides herself.” - xuan ji you sure the hell were... a character. this little moment tho..... yushi huang... many thoughts

“ Who hasn’t made promises, or swore to the mountains and the seas when they were young? Talking of affection, of love, of forevers. But, the longer I hang around in the world, the more I understand, something like ‘forever’ is impossible. It’s never going to be possible. Having it once was already good enough. No one can truly achieve it. I don’t believe in it anymore.” - jian lan im happy for you bummer it didnt work out with feng xin but yeah that was looooong ago. also this quote me same mood kin but its chill. having it once was already good enough

although yeah tbh if theres anyone who can have a forever like that... it would be a ghost and a god

fasdfjadklfj GOD... pour one out for ling wen.. but is that not the truth of this world? the one can be pardoned for being good at paperwork that no one else wants to do? isnt that the plot of the shawshank redemption?

okay but the fact that all xie lian’s friends come to visit him while he waits for hua cheng is making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.... fengqing coming together to try to get him out of the house but get scared off by his cooking... amazing

“Last time, they spent eight hundred years running towards each other. This time, it only took an instant to fall into each other’s embrace.” - im completely unaffected by this. im not lying i swear (i am lying im very emotionally affected)

okay i love this final wrap up chapter party its so fun. mu qing moving on from the broom thing!!! good for him!! the beggars get their reward!!! the fun ghost city chefs!! SQX!!!! and he xuan is?? here too??? he’s hungry??? fjadlkfjsdl

“The grounds that Feng Xin and Mu Qing had just swept were once again filthy from that giant crowd of muddy feet. Mu Qing gripped his broom, looking like he felt someone had infected him with fleas, and his eyes were wide.” - me when my dad comes into the kitchen when ive just finished washing dishes i get it king

the little folklore bit... fun!!! oh my god its over..... :(

that was really fun i had a blast reading it and on the whole really liked it i WISH soo badly that hua cheng had gotten more outside of being cunty and devoted even tho those are both important i just wish there was more about like how he got by during those 800 years and like did he ever have doubts? what shaped his worldview was it all xie lian or was it his experience as a mortal as well? why is he so mean to e’ming? theres bits and pieces here and there and i know it was already SO long but that really would have been great if there was more about hc cuz tbh by the end, at least for me, the hualian relationship didnt actually feel as fleshed out as the xianle trio relationship like i still liked hualian’s dynamic and it was really sweet how much they clearly really liked each other and everything but i kind of wish some of the other subplots had been dropped or diminished in favor of more hc development i think that would have been cool

but anyway thats some of my thoughts and i really did enjoy the hell out of book 5 that was a riot and uhhh thanks to everyone who read these or commented *lends you spiritual energy through a high five*

#tgcf liveblog #it is Complete i can move on now #i actually have a lot more thoughts about hl because i uhhhh relate. to things. and have opinions due to my experiences #but its also quite Personal soooo i might just keep them tucked away #anyway im freeeeeee #mouse mumbles

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sareenademon · 4 years

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Bi Fang and Havik create mischief together! fluffy/weird/concerning

(Btw Havik might be a lil OOC or he might not be bc he’s the biggest wildcard in the mk universe.)

Bi Fang is the son of Bi Han and Sareena: Info on him (btw Bi Fang is inspired from Richie Tozier from Stephen Kong’s It, he curses a lot)

Once Noob Saibot got redeemed and rejoined the Lin Kuei he cut ties with all of his evil associates. This included Havik. Well kinda.

They don’t consider each other enemies and Havik still considers Bi Han his bestfriend! And sometimes he’ll randomly insert himself back into his life to cause a bit of chaos. He’s more of an annoyance to Bi Han if anything.

(Bi Fang is 10 at this point. And this before he meets Satoshi and Liu Jerrod)

Years later, when Havik found out that Bi Han has a son he became curious.

So, he decided to pay the boy a visit and meet him!

For a day, he stalked Bi Fang from a far.

Havik realized how powerful Bi Fang could be. The boy shared the DNA of a cryomancer and a demon. His ice powers could be legendary. It could be powerful enough to one day kill that bastard Hotaru.

He also realized how different Bi Fang was from his father.

Unlike Bi Han, Fang has a great sense of humor! Havik finds the boy’s pranks on the other Lin Kuei members to be hilarious! But he also notices the boy’s loneliness. He sees how the other children of the Lin Kuei shunned him.

So Havik decides he should take the boy out for some good ol, chaotic fun!

He appears to him when the boy is alone hanging out in a forest.

Havik: Hello Bi Fang, I-

Bi Fang: -AHHH! STRANGER DANGER! STRANGER DANGER!

*Havik watches as he runs away towards the temple. He quickly teleports in front of him and grabs Bi Fang and puts a hand over his mouth to stop his screaming*

Havik: I am not here to harm you! I am here to fun with you!

Bi Fang: You do realize how fuckin creepy that sounds right?!

*Havik giggles and lets him go*

Bi Fang: Who the hell are you anyways?

Havik: I am the Cleric of Chaos! Me and your father worked together back in the day.

Bi Fang: Cleric of Chaos? You sound like a bad guy to me.

Havik: Well I wouldn’t say bad..It’s of no matter. I’m here to see if you’d like to come create some mischief with me!

Bi Fang: Why would I go anywhere with a fucking weirdo like you?!

Havik knew that the boy wouldn’t go with him this way, so he decided to use a bit of manipulation.

*Havik fakes a hurt expression, faces away from Bi Fang and starts sobbing*

Bi Fang: Hey, are you...crying?

Havik: *sniffles* I-i just hoped you’d be different is all.

Bi Fang: What do you mean?

Havik: Nobody wants to be my friend! They all think I am a freak! I thought you could understand what how it feels...to be rejected because you’re different...

*Bi Fang’s suspicious expression visibly softens*

Bi Fang: I do know how it feels...I don’t have many friends either, they all think I’m a freak too...hey I’ll be your friend, just don’t cry.

*Bi Fang hugs Havik*

Havik: Oh goodie! Now let us go have some fun!

Bi Fang: Where are we going?

Havik: Hehe, to create havoc of course!

So that’s exactly what they do. Havik teleports them to America, California where their disruption of the peace begins.

They run around pranking random people and they do every prank in the book.

They Teepee people’s houses, egg people’s cars, put a flaming bag of dog shit on someone’s front porch, put Whoopi cushions on the chairs of Starbucks, put bugs in people’s food, stink bombed stores, etc.

Havoc scares passerbys by taking his head off or breaking his knee caps or turning his torso 360 degrees. Bi Fang laughs his ass off at their freaked out people’s reactions.

They made this really buff big guy scream like a little girl and they laughed until it hurt.

Havoc was so delighted that he finally had a mini me. Bi Fang was way more fun than his killjoy father and uncle.

He would make a wonderful son and heir!

Of course, the cops were soon called on them and They soon found themselves surrounded by Stryker and Kabal, and a couple other cops.

Havik: Allow me to deal with these party poopers hehehehe.

(At this time Kabal and Stryker haven’t met Bi Fang yet and they don’t know he’s the Lin Kuei grandmaster’s son)

Bi Fang cheered him on as Havik made quick work of the squad of officers but when he went to finish off Kabal and Stryker. Bi Fang quickly intervened.

Bi Fang: Stop! You’re gonna kill them!

Havik: I know! It’s going to be so much fun to watch the life leave their eyes.

Bi Fang: ...You can’t kill them...it’s-it’s wrong!

Havik: Come now, Do not be so dull! Just think of the chaos it will cause in their loved one’s lives! Hehehe!

Bi Fang: Y-you’re starting to scare me...if you kill them...I-i won’t be your friend no more.

The chaos cleric glared at Bi fang for a couple of moments before he sighed and released the two beaten officers.

He didn’t want to run the boy off yet. He still had plans for him.

Havik: Very, well...say, all this mischief is making me hungry. Let’s go get something to eat.

*Havik takes the boy’s hand and starts pulling him away from the unconscious cops*

Bi Fang: Ya, I’m kinda hungry too, but where are we gonna eat? I don’t have any money.

Havik: Hehehe, who says we’re going to pay for the food?

So they go to a McDonald’s. All the employees look terrified of Havik and they don’t dare to stop him when he walks behind the counter and starts making a McFlurry.

Bi Fang decides to follow Havik’s suit and starts taking some chicken nuggets and fries. They run out of the McDonald’s before another group of cops can arrive.

It was getting late and Bi Fang was getting sleepy so the Chaosrealmer returned Bi Fang to his home. Before leaving Bi Fang asked if they could go have fun again tomorrow. To which Havik replied, anything for his best friend.

Once Havik disappeared, Bi Fang ran into his parents on his way to his bedroom.

Let’s just say, they weren’t too happy to learn who Bi Fang has spent the day with. Especially Bi Han, who was livid that Havik had the nerve to kidnap his child.

Bi Fang: He said you two knew each other.

Bi Han: That doesn’t mean he is someone good or trustworthy! You know you shouldn’t speak to anyone that isn’t Lin Kuei! You are to never speak to that freak again! Understand?!

Bi Fang: He’s not a freak! He’s my friend, and he likes hanging out with me! Not like you!

*Bi Han is about to scream at his son but Sareena steps in*

Sareena: Bi Fang, you do not realize how dangerous that man truly is. He is most likely trying to manipulate and use you.

*Bi Fang starts tearing up*

Bi Fang: N-no! You’re wrong! He’s like me-

Bi Han: -Enough! Go to your room! And do not come out until I say so!

Bi Fang runs to his room crying. Bi Han feels a bit regretful for upsetting him so much, but he has the Chaos Cleric to deal with first.

He, Kuai Liang, and Smoke go to the Chaosrealm and face Havik. Bi Han is on Havik’s ass before he could even greet them. Bi Han is strong enough to pin the Cleric to the ground and starts choking him.

Havik: Y-you...se-em upset...with m-me, Bi Han...

Bi Han: *growls* How dare you kidnap my son! I’ll rip out your heart!

Havik: W-as...not kidnap, h-he came willing-ACH

*Bi Han tightens his hold on Havik’s throat. Kuai steps in and pull Bi Han off of the cleric*

Kuai Liang: Why did you take him to America? What scheme are you plotting Havik?

Havik: What schemes? I only wanted to show the boy some fun! Your child is a riot! He is the son I have always dreamed of! Hehehe!

*Bi Han lunges at Havik again but this time Havik evades him*

Bi Han: HE IS NOT YOUR SON! HE IS MINE!

Smoke: You expect us to believe you did this for fun?

Havik: ....Yes. Do you really expect me to make sense?

*The 3 Lin Kuei stare him for a couple moments and then look at each other*

Bi Han: I am warning you now Chaos Cleric. If you ever go near my son again I will rip apart limb from limb, and give your remains to demons and they will torture you for the rest of eternity...

Havik: Oh Bi Han, do not threaten me with a good time. Fine, I will leave your boy alone. You have my word.

*crosses his toes in his boot*

Havik was lying of course. But it was enough to get the Lin Kuei and Bi Han to return to Earthrealm.

Havik wasn’t going to give up on Bi Fang just yet. The potential of havoc that boy could unleash was amazing. Somehow, Bi Fang will become his son, and together they will plunge the realms into chaos.

(I’m gonna end it here bc it became longer than I meant it to be. Hope you enjoyed)

#havik #bi fang #bi han #sareena #kuai liang #noob saibot #sub zero #kabal #kurtis stryker #lin kuei #chaosrealm #mortal kombat #my au

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shipwrexked · 4 years

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Rage and Ruin reaction Post 1

Let me start by saying that I was up till 3 am reading this book. I have a LOT of feels going on this morning!

Let’s start shall we?

Peanut is my life. I love him I will throw a pack of baby deer in front of a hungry demon to save his ghost life!

Peanut is legit the only character in Rage and Ruin that gives a shit about Trinity. I mean that in the sense that he loves her with no strings attached. His love and friendship for her are selfless and he does not get enough props for that.

Here we go in Chapter 2 like right from the jump the sexual tension between Trinity and Zayne is heart pounding and angsty!! Oh FOR THE LOVE OF ANGST!!!!

“Water is for people concerned about their health and I’m not about that kind of life.” Oh Trinity...I love you girl!!

“Thank you for the food. You’re a Keeper.” Trinity

“Good. I want to be kept.” Zayne

Did I mention the Angst? Did I mention the TENSION? This book is saturated with it!.

“You’re going to want to play along and do so quickly, because I have the patience of a hungry toddler and a severe problem with impulsivity. I don’t think before I act.” We are all Trinity when we’re hangry.

“I can’t look away, even though I need to, He makes me feel like I need to spend more time at the gym.” Peanut is my ghost child..like legit his reactions to a shirtless Zayne are so on point!!!

“By the way, what did you roll around in back there?” Zayne

“A puddle of bad life choices” Trinity

“Huh I always wondered what that smelled like” Zayne

“Now you know” Trinity.

The verbal back and forth between Zayne and Trinity is really so adorable and hilarious and also second hand embarrassing and I am SO here for it!

“Because you’re beautiful Trin. You have this thing. It’s this spark from within. A light. There isn’t a single person out here that can’t see that”. Zayne.

I’m telling you now if these two don’t freaking get together soon I’m going to combust in feelings. They better be end game or I will riot!!

*Spoiler reactions below read at your own risk!!!*

I’m going to throw this out there Zayne is really pissing me off with the let’s be friends with my ex’s bullshit and then being pissy when Trinity has the nerve to ask him about it. Like get your shit together Zayne. My girl deserves better than this head trip that you constantly keep putting her through.

Trinity I’m going to need you to woman up and fucking call Jada back because seriously bitch this letting shit hang out there indefinitely is a shitty friend move and you JUST spent how much of Storm and Fury and Rage and Ruin lamenting your selfishness????? Quit whining about it and do something about it. OMG!

Peanut you’re perfect I love you never change.

Holy shit balls!!! The dark shadow around Stacey is fucking SAM!!!

Please don’t let Sam be the Harbinger my heart can’t take that.

Finally!!! we get some Prince of Hell Roth up in this bitch and it’s soooo worth it.

Roth is basically the otherworld matchmaker the amount of time he’s spending on Zayne and Trinity is kind of insane but I’m also here for the snark battles between Roth and Zayne.

This spin off series is making me not like Layla or Stacey very much. Like i’m totes ok if they die right now. I mean holy fuck Layla, Trinity legit saved your life not once but twice and you still have the absolute shitty gall to make her feel bad about touching Zayne on the arm?!!!!! Seriously FUCK YOU. Stacey coming up in Zayne’s apartment and then being extra fucking rude to Trinity a girl she has never met, knows nothing about, and then has the balls to threaten Trinity with harm if anything happens to Zayne?! um how about FUCKING NO BITCH!! The entitlement of Layla and Stacey toward Zayne is really inappropriate and I’m not down with them making Trinity feel like a pariah for fucking existing. She’s alone, she just had to straight up kill her BEST FUCKING FRIEND, and she doesn’t need this mean girl BULLSHIT!!! The fact that at no point does Zayne step in and set that shit straight just further pissed me off.

It’s at this exact moment when I want a for real love triangle because I want my girl Trinity to have some fucking choices!!

I’m not even half way through this book and I want to drop kick Zayne through a fucking window.

That epic verbal smackdown that Trinity gives the waitress was so amazeballs even I wanted to break out some pom poms and cheer.

#rage and ruin #reaction post chapters 1-8 #zayne x trinity #peanut #wait for it #layla roth and stacey #the ghosts and spirits are going to come out to play #holy shit balls what a twist!!!!!!#caution this post contains spoilers

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meganshinsou-tm · 5 years

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Vermilion. (m)

↳ chapter twenty-five: three go in, three come out

❧ genre: pro-hero’s bakugou/kirishima, poly, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: angst, fight scenes, blood, near death

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Kirishima ran around the agency, looking down every hall and corner. He looked in the main office, locker rooms, showers, hell even the spot you and the guys would sneak off to in the stairwell when you were bored. Neither you nor Bakugou were there and he stood in the hallway, thinking of any other place he forgot to look as he clutched a magazine in his fingers.

“Ah, duh Kirishima!”

The red-head took off and sprinted in the opposite direction and took the stairs up a flight where the training gym was located. As he neared the doors he could hear loud booms and your maniacal laughter as Bakugou yelled meaningless death threats. Smiling, the hero pushed opened the doors and his eyes fell upon an intense training session going on between you and his best friend. What he came for in the first place could wait as he could tell you were both zeroed in on each other.

Eijirou took a seat on a bench, laying the tabloid magazine next to him and leaned back as he watched the show before him. The agency’s gym was pretty massive and had everything a hero could ask for. Obstacles and items placed sporadically that could be used as weapons or shields. Made entirely of concrete so that the walls and floors could take any kind of damage from the heroes that frequented it to train or just blow off steam. Not all heroes demolished the place like you and Bakugou though, it would always end up needing small repairs after the two of you left. You both went all out on each other, never holding back a single bit. Katsuki knew you were more than strong enough to hold your own against him and if you weren’t then you made damn sure to fake it till you were. He also liked you to push your own limits and become even more powerful.

Kiri wasn’t one to train so hardcore with you, he only liked to workout together, normal stuff, he didn’t care to have any kind of brawls with you. Whether it was training or not, he left that to Bakugou. Since the beginning it has always been your thing with the blonde. Katsuki was the one who’d find you training alone after a long day of paperwork or a boring day of nothing at all. Your power intrigued him, even if he never admitted it and it was your raw power that attracted Bakugou to you.

Kirishima’s explosive friend was a better teacher than he was as well. His quirk let him become fast and maneuver easily, being able to be light on his feet and evade his enemies. Eijirou on the other hand, his quirk slowed him down and made him heavier, so he never figured any of his help could benefit you besides just his knowledge in weight training and maybe sparing. Bakugou could help you learn better tactics, he was just amazing at everything and always has been.

Kiri’s red eyes watched as Bakugou grabbed your arm and chunked you over his shoulder, making your body slam into the concrete ground with a loud thud. You grit your teeth and groaned as the blonde placed his palm above your face, sparks emitting from it and getting ready to send a blast. Right as the explosion was about to erupt from his hand you used your quirk to remove your sneaker and made it fly towards his head. He was caught off guard by it, overwhelmed with the feeling of victory before the fight was even over.

The force of the shoe being shot at his face caused him to stumble, “The fuck? Was that your shoe?”

With a grin your leg kicked his feet out from under him and he fell to the ground hard on his side. Quickly you kicked him over onto his back and pulled the blade from your thigh garter and held it to his throat as you straddled his chest, your knees pinning his forearms down. You both were panting and breathing hard, covered in dirt and grime from the blows you landed and his own explosions. His white teeth gleamed as he looked up at you, you could feel movement from his lower body and held a glowing red hand up making a second blade slip from under your shirt and out to your palm. You stretched your arm out behind you and pressed the tip of the blade to his inner thigh.

“Give it up Baka-gou! The rules are if you’re pinned, you fucking lose!”

You smirked and leaned down, running your nose up his throat and inhaling the sweet indulgent scent of his sweat. Your teeth nipped at the skin that your blade was pressed to, making him groan and writhe underneath you. You giggled and licked up his skin to the shell of his ear and nipped at it.

“You’re fucking stupid if you thought I only carry one blade. One good slice to either of these precious arteries and you’ll bleed out in minutes.”

Bakugou chuckled and his dark crimson red eyes glared up into yours. “You’re a sadistic little bitch you know that?”

Smiling, you pressed a light kiss to your victims lips, Bakugou pulled on your plump piece of flesh with his teeth as you broke away from him.

“But I’m your sadistic little bitch, and you love me!”

“You’re damn right I do. Now, put that shit away before you really cut me psycho!”

Giggling you pulled your blades away and placed them back in the sheaths. You moved down Bakugou’s body, your knees now straddling his hips and releasing his arms. He sighed in relief and rose his sore arms in the air to let the blood flow back to them. The sound of feet running over made you both look to see Kirishima coming your way, waving something around in his hand.

Katsuki wrapped an arm underneath his head and rested his other palm on your thigh as he rubbed your bare and hot skin. Once Kiri made it over he sat crisscrossed on the ground next to the two of you and leaned over to place a quick loving peck to your lips.

“Hey Red, what’s up?” You asked cheerfully while placing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“This! It’s gold!”

Kirishima tossed the tabloid magazine on top of Bakugou’s chest between your thighs. Before you could read the cover or grab it, the blonde snatched it first and skimmed it over.

On the cover was a normal tabloid of some other heroes, in the corner though were two pictures side by side of you and him. They were taken within minutes of each other, on a day you and Bakugou worked together. There had been an attack at a bank and the two of you were able to fight and restrain the villains, in the process you were clumsy and tripped, twisting your ankle during your fall. Bakugou couldn’t bare to see you limping around all pathetic like and acting like it didn’t hurt so he demanded you hitch a ride on his back until you got back to the agency. The pictures were of you after you had hopped onto his back, you were looking at him with a smile and he was looking back at you with a grin. You were both dirty with soot and blood from your various cuts that were won during your fight. It was honestly a really cute picture, even Bakugou liked it, it really captured how the two of you were. The second picture was of you kissing each other, both your eyes closed shut and a smirk on your latched lips.

“MY BEST FRIEND'S GIRL: IS GROUND ZERO A SORE LOSER TO HIS LONG TIME FRIEND RED RIOT OR DOES BRUJA HAVE THEM BOTH UNDER HER SPELL? MORE INSIDE!”

Bakugou laughed and showed you the cover, you awed at the sweet pictures and snorted at the article title. Your fingers skimmed the magazine to the very short article. It wasn’t exactly more, just theories on what was going on, a secret love affair or maybe you having a hidden part to your quirk that could actually make people fall in love with you.

“Wow, they’re really reaching with that one. This is so dumb. Guys, I really think we should just came out publicly about our relationship. With this out, now they'll be dying for more and they'll only keep spreading rumors and making us look bad.”

“Exactly, plus we need to set the record straight that I'm not a fucking sore loser.” Bakugou growled and rolled his eyes.

You and Kiri looked at each other before you burst out laughing, tears coming to your eyes as you fell back onto Katsuki’s legs and Kiri fell back onto his palms.

“Bullshit,” you both laughed out in unison.

Katsuki clicked his tongue and spread his legs, making your body harshly slump onto the hard ground beneath them. It didn’t quiet your laughter though, but you calmed down after a bit. The blonde rolled up the magazine and used it to spank your ass. You cried out with an ‘ow’ and a smile, flinching and rubbing the stinging flesh. He tossed the magazine back over to Kirishima and bent down to pick you up and toss you over his shoulder, placing another smack to your opposite ass cheek and making you squirm around in his grasp.

“Let’s fucking go home, I’m hungry and tired.”

Kirishima smiled and rose to his feet, Bakugou turned around to walk out of the gym and the red-head followed while gripping your chin and placing a kiss to your lips. You smiled when he broke away and placed your face in your hand letting your blonde boyfriend carry you off as you smacked his own ass with your free hand, the three of you chuckling and exiting the gym.

You sighed as hardened fingertips scrubbed your scalp and warm hands massaged your feet. Sinking further into the body of hot water, your skin rubbed and flushed against hard and rough bodies. Your back was against Kirishima’s chest as he shampooed and rubbed your scalp and Bakugou sat at the other end of the tub massaging your delicate and small tired feet in his calloused hands. You didn’t ask for any special treatment once arriving home and today was just a normal day but for some reason your boyfriends randomly felt like spoiling you with a bath and never ending attention.

“And you two wonder why I’m spoiled!” You hummed out with a shit eating grin.

Kiri smiled as he grabbed the small white pitcher that sat on one of the bathtub shelves, dunking it into the water then slowly drenching your hair with it and rinsing out the shampoo. Leaning your head back you let the man continue until there was no trace of suds and bubbles left. He wrung your hair out and reached his long arm over to the edge of the sink to grab your hair clip and clip the damp locks to the top of your head. You laid back completely as Eijirou’s arms wrapped around your shoulders and held you close. You looked in his direction, pressing your cheek to his damp chest as he placed a sweet kiss to your forehead. Your own arms hung from his, your fingertips tracing his skin. Bakugou smirked and placed your ankles over his shoulder and leaned his head on your shins. His own hand caressing and rubbing the smooth and warm skin of your calves and legs down his body. You sighed and looked at him with a smile.

“I love you two, so much! And I want us to stay like this forever! I want us to spend years and years together, become the best pros in the business, go on awesome vacations, get a family pet and later on maybe I don’t know … kids.”

Both the men quirked a brow, you seemed to be suffering from word vomit at the moment from the overwhelming happiness flowing within you.

“Kids huh? Plural?” Kiri asked with a smile.

“Mhm, I want one from each of you of course! There’s three of us, we can handle two kids together!”

Bakugou smiled and kissed your leg, “Who gets to knock you up first?”

You laughed and playfully splashed the blonde making him chuckle, “You know that’s between you two, you can RPS for it for all I care.”

“Wouldn’t that be a fucking story to tell our kids!” Kirishima chuckled and kissed your head.

You chuckled and imagined two red-eyed toddlers dog piling on top of you and your lovers. One with ash blond hair and the other with dark black hair, demanding to know their origin stories!

“Well kids Baba Suki over here won RPS and that’s how you were born first!”

Your frame shook as you thought of all the crazy yet wonderful scenarios of your future family. Bakugou and Kirishima couldn’t help but melt over your daydreaming.

The three of you spent the rest of your bath talking about your future together. You talked about when you wanted to start working on starting your little family, what gender you all wanted which of course you all could care less and you’d be happy with whatever. However, you did want a boy and a girl so that you’d have at least one other female in the house to make your own mini-me.

You ended up switching from Kirishima to Bakugou, now laying on his warm chest as his arms wrapped and held you close. Your legs rested on Kirishima and he rubbed them with a smile. Slowly your talking started to die down and your breathing became slow and steady. Bakugou craned his neck to see your cheek resting on his chest and your eyes closed as you were peacefully asleep. He smirked and kissed the top of your head and looked at Kirishima.

“It’ll never fail to amaze me how she can fall asleep in a bathtub and stay like that,” Kirishima chuckled and sat up straight, leaning over and rubbing your back.

“She’s fucking weird that’s for sure, but she’s our weirdo.”

Kiri nodded and agreed.

“Hey Kat, I know we don’t talk about it much and I’m not sure if you ever really want to, but I just wanted to say thank you.”

Bakugou quirked a brow as one of his hands reached up to rub your head, “What the fuck are you thanking me for?”

“Just for being the best fucking friend anyone could have. Not every guy would agree to share the girl he loves with another man. If we weren’t able to come to this agreement and I didn’t have her, I don’t know what I’d do.”

“Yeah, I guess I should thank you too, huh? Not just for her but … just for being my friend in general, ever since UA.”

Kirishima smiled and looked at his friend, Bakugou smirked and rolled his eyes looking away. The two knew deep in their hearts that they were loved by the other, nothing romantic and shit, just real brotherly love. If things did somehow progress between them then neither of them really minded, they were just go with the flow kind of guys. They didn’t have to tell each other and that was the beauty of it. Hell sitting in a bathtub together with you was enough to prove they loved each other and were more than comfortable together.

“So, are you really down for forever like this?” Kirishima asked his friend with a glimmer in his red eyes as he looked at him before he looked down at you.

Bakugou smiled and nodded, pressing his cheek to the top of your head, “You fucking bet I am.”

Bakugou’s phone rang out loud, interrupting the quiet silence of the bedroom. He groaned and looked over to the clock that read out 4:34 AM. The tired blonde let go of your warm body and reached over to the opposite side to grab his phone and answered it with a groggy and raspy voice.

“Hello?”

“Bakugou, there’s been a villain attack downtown, it’s bad and there are civilians in danger. We need you, Red and (Y/N) here ASAP!”

Katsuki sat up quickly, his eyes opening wider. If the agency was calling for all three of you then things had to be really fucking bad. With a quick ‘yes sir’, Bakugou hung up the phone and turned on the bedside lamp before rolling back onto the bed and grabbed your shoulder as he shook you awake. In the process of your body moving Kirishima was awoken too. The both of you turning and looking at Katsuki with lidded eyes.

“What’s wrong Suki?” You asked, placing a hand on his cheek.

“There’s been an attack downtown and it’s bad. They called all three of us, we need to get dressed ASAP and head that way.”

You nodded and Bakugou grabbed your hand before you could remove it, he melted into your touch for a second, savoring these last few moments before the long night ahead. You smiled and sat up, pulling him in and placing a sweet kiss to his lips and cheeks, tousling his spiky locks. He kissed your forehead and hesitantly left from the bed and headed to his room. Kirishima got up from the bed and stretched out his body, his spine and shoulders hardening before turning back to normal muscled flesh with a relieved sigh. He turned to look and see if you were getting out of bed yet and grunted when he saw you still sitting there, your hands in your lap and your face low. The red-head could tell something was wrong and he quickly crawled to your side, his fingers grabbing your chin and making you look at him.

“Hey mama, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know Kiri, I just have this bad feeling. They never call of three of us in …”

Kirishima pursed his lips and brushed your chin with his thumb with a soft smile, “It’s probably nothing sweetheart, maybe it’s just a lot of damage control or rescuing that they need us for. No matter what we’ll be together, three go in –“

“Three come out!” You finished his sentence.

He flashed you one of his famous sharp-toothed grins, that always made your heart melt. You could remember that one day when you were still on desk duty and the hardening hero offered to help you with overwhelming paperwork as always. That same night he gave you one of these smiles as his fingers held your chin like they were now and those same vermilion glimmering hues looked into yours. Looking back on it now, you realized in that moment he probably wanted to kiss you.

You smiled at the memory and leaned forward, closing your small distance and kissed Eijirou’s lips. Your hands wrapping around the sides of his neck. He hummed with delight and kissed back with as much love and tenderness before breaking it off.

“Come on baby girl, let’s get this done fast then tonight I’ll take you to see Yuri On Ice. The theater is having that special event this weekend right, where they’re showing the entire first season?”

You smiled and nodded eagerly, making Kirishima chuckle and kiss your cheek.

“Then it’s a date!”

The sounds of sirens, battle cries and comforting voices rang throughout the still dark and foggy morning air. A group of villains were running rampant through the city being chased by a couple of pros until they decided to wreak havoc at a children’s home. When you, Katsuki and Eijirou arrived you were instructed to help rescue while your boyfriends helped with damage control and taking down the villains.

Using your quirk you were able to move large amounts of ruble from on top of civilians and also helped to clear and make safe exits for everyone. Once all children and employees were accounted for you ran off to go find and help your two lovers. It was easy to find Katsuki, the sounds of him screaming “die” lead you straight to him. He was currently fighting with a villain two sizes bigger than him, the blonde was covered in ash and dirt, small cuts and bruises littered his body but he wasn’t backing down anytime soon. Another villain tried to sneak up behind him, you quickly used your quirk to make a pipe go flying towards the bastards head, knocking him out cold. Bakugou gave you a quick smile and used his AP Shot to finish off the man before him, sending him flying backwards into a wall that knocked him out.

You ran to Bakugou’s side and cupped his face. He did the same and looked you over for any major wounds before he kissed the only clean spot on your cheek.

“You look like shit!”

You smiled and punched his chest making him chuckle. “Where’s Kiri? There shouldn’t be many of these asshole left huh?”

“Yeah, I think there may be one or two left. Come on let's go find him and get this shit over with, I’m starving!”

Grinning, you both took off. Bakugou propelling himself along with his explosions and you soaring through the air as you levitated. Your head snapped when the sound of concrete walls could be heard being broken through. Out of nowhere, Kirishima was seen flying by, his body landing hard on the side of another building. Thankfully his quirk was activated and cushioned the blow for him, damaging the brick wall more than him. You and Katsuki made it over to him, the blonde quickly helping his friend back to his feet.

“What the fuck?” He questioned.

“That is what the fuck!” Kirishima choked out trying to catch the breath that was knocked from his lungs as he pointed in the direction he flew from.

You turned to look and your eyes widened. “Is that?”

“A fucking Nomu! The league did this shit?” Bakugou hissed with bared teeth as he took a fighting stance, small explosions emitting from his palms.

“Yeah, this bastard won’t go down and I’m running out of steam,” Kiri panted as he deactivated his quirk for a second.

You turned around and looked at him, “We got this babe, take a breather real quick!”

Kiri nodded and you and Bakugou propelled towards the Nomu. It was big but nothing the two of you couldn’t handle. It could regenerate like the one at the USJ the two men had faced off before, so you and Bakugou worked together taking hits to it with everything you had. As Bakugou gave his all, you used miscellaneous objects to impale and damage the creatures exposed brain, hoping to cease all it’s functions. Eijirou watched as he was slumped against the brick wall. The sleeves of his costume were torn to shreds and cuts littered his chest and back. He had yet to use his ‘unbreakable’ form, wanting to wait till the last minute. Over the years he had learned more and more how to perfect his moves but it still took a toll on him to use that form for such a long extended amount of time.

Eijirou came to love and accept his quirk, realizing it didn’t need to be flashy to be deemed good. He was useful for multiple reasons and almost indestructible. But every hero has their limits. Kirishima always fought hard, and would sometimes plunge head first into battle without a single thought as to a plan. He didn’t care about plans, he cared about saving people. And right now, he needed to save you and Bakugou. He could tell how worn you were becoming, and felt like shit having to shit there and ‘take a breather’. That wasn’t a manly thing to do, he needed to go in, guns blazing and help his friends. Taking a deep breath the red-head nodded and clenched his fists as he ran into battle.

The three of you fought side by side, all yelling and screaming as you pushed yourselves to the limit. The Nomu was getting slower at regenerating, it’s own reflexes and blows becoming sloppy. That’s when you had an idea.

“Guys! I got a plan!”

“Oh god!” Both men yelled out in unison.

Rolling your eyes you smiled and looked up to a clear sky.

“Bakugou, I’m going to make you float above this fucker, Kiri I need you to finally go ‘unbreakable’ and make yourself a human spear. Suki, you’ll carry him as I levitate you both and use your most powerful shot to propel him down so he can finish this bastard once and for all. Straight to the head!”

Both Bakugou and Kirishima looked at each other for a second and agreed.

“Hey, first you find the biggest fucking piece of rubble around here and use it to pin him. I’m not going up into the air and leaving you down here alone, you’ll be too focused on us to fight this ugly bastard off,” Katsuki yelled as he blasted a huge explosion to the monster's head.

You nodded and quickly left them alone to find the perfect pinning item. You smiled when you spotted a massive broken piece of a steel beam.

Eyes and hands glowed red as you lifted the beam from the ground. You yelled out to the heroes, telling them to move out of the way. They listened instantly and you made the piece of rubble fly towards the Nomu as he went to lunge towards the two. The beam caused the creature to fly back until he hit the wall. Using your quirk you bent the two ends down and into the wall, Bakugou helped by shooting off explosions to help drive the ends deeper. The Nomu screeched as it was trapped.

“Alright guys, it’s go time!” You cheered out and gave them both a thumbs up.

Katsuki grabbed a hold of Kirishima and you worked quickly to make the two float high up into the air above you and the squirming monster. Bakugou held the red-head by his ankles as Eijirou quickly went into his most destructive form. Immediately making him slightly heavier than usual. The blonde grit his teeth but held his friend tight.

“I hope you know this may sting a little. You ready?” Bakugou grinned.

“Hell yeah I’m ready man!”

Kirishima straightened his arms and legs, making himself straight as a pin, and sharp from the tips of his fingers to the ends of his toes. His hardened red hues looked down on as you looked up at him with a smile.

“I love you,” your lips mouthed before you gave him another thumbs up.

This was it, it was time.

Just as the sounds of Bakugou building up the most enormous blast he could filled Kiri’s ears his heart suddenly dropped as he saw something lurking close behind you. Just as he was about to call the plan off Bakugou had already propelled him forward.

“(Y/N), wake the fuck up! Come on, stop playing, this isn't fucking funny!”

Desperate pleas rang through Kirishima’s ears as he stood to his feet, dazed. Going to rub his head the hero pulled his hand back in disgust as he felt goo and smelled something horrendous. Looking down he could see his body covered in unknown fluids, he looked to the side and saw the Nomu you were all fighting just seconds ago, split in half straight down the middle.

“We did it, it’s over,” he quietly said.

“Ei”, Bakugou screamed, “Goddammit you fucking stupid girl, breathe!”

Kiri’s head turned to the direction his friends pleading cry came from, he looked and blinked at the sight before him. Bakugou’s back was to him as he was slumped over a body performing CPR, pumping their chest forcefully as violent sobs shook his body. He was inside a slowly crumbling building.

“How did he end up there?”

Kiri walked closer and a tangled mess of (h/c) locks came into his few. His knees gave out but he righted himself, palm bracing the ground as he rose back up and stumbled closer.

“(Y-Y/N)? What’s going on?” He questioned with a shaky voice.

“Some piece of sh-shit, fucking sneaked up … the wall collapsed … sh-she’s not waking up Ei. W-What do I do?”

Bakugou sobbed as you lay limp in his arms and he shook you violently. Hot tears streaming down his face and screams of agony coming from his lungs as he pleaded for you to move, twitch … breathe!

Kirishima fell to his knees next to his friend, his slimy hand ran through your tangled hair and his heart was slowly decaying as he took in your still form covered in rubble and blood from a gash in your head. There was no way this was happening, you had a date that night, he promised. Fighting back his sobs Kirishima took you from Bakugou’s arms and proceeded to take over with mouth to mouth. The taste of your mouth wasn’t as sweet and invigorating, it was dry and bitter with dirt and blood.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Bakugou cried out burying his face in your lap as Kirishima continued his task.

“27, 28, 29, 30,” Kiri counted with a shaky voice before placing his fingers under your chin and raising it, his fingers lightly pinched your nostrils shut and he sealed your lips with his, blowing powerful breaths of his own life into you.

“Come on baby, please … you can’t do this to us. Wake up, show me those pretty eyes … fucking please!”

As the red-head continued without any success Bakugou began to sob more, slowing realizing the reality they were soon about to accept. Bakugou placed a hand on his friends back as he rose from your still warm legs.

“Ei … stop, it’s not wo-“

“Shut up! She’s fine Bakugou … just a few more and –“

Bakugou shook his head and wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s shoulders, crying scorching hot tears onto his bare back.

Feeling the weight of his best-friend on him, Kirishima finally released the flood of tears he had held back. His own body trembling as he slumped over your lifeless body, his own arms wrapping around and gripping you close. He pressed his face to yours and kissed relentlessly as he trembled. Kirishima buried his face in your hair and inhaled your slowly dissipating scent of vanilla and cocoa powder as it was being replaced with the scent of bitter and metallic blood. He removed his palm from your head and it was drenched in the warm crimson fluid.

“She can’t be Ka-Katsu … the cat! Th-the fucking trip we were going to take her on … our k-kids … .our date …”

Bakugou sniffed and clutched his friend closer, “I know Ei … fuck. I-I know.”

The two sat there, sobbing together. The past year and a half flashing before their eyes. The images of your eyes shimmering at them, your smile being so bright it could be seen from miles away. The way you smelled after a shower each night and how warm and soft you were between the two of them. Just a few hours ago, you were sandwiched with them, sleeping peacefully. They let it sink in how they’d never hear your voice, your sounds and talking in your sleep … your laugh. They’d never hear their names leaving your lips again.

Kirishima turned from your body in his lap and to his friend, wrapping his own arms around Bakugou and embracing him as they sobbed together. The sound of the building around crumbling filled their ears, little pieces of ceiling and walls breaking off bit by bit. One more massive hit to the frame of it and it would come falling down. But did they care?

What was life after you, they couldn’t bare to think of it, let alone live it!

Then, a different sound filled their ears making them both go rigid. A cough could be heard from next to them. They broke away from each other and looked over to you. Your stomach could be seen contracting as more violent coughs erupted from within what was your lifeless shell. In a matter of seconds both men were on either side of you. (E/c) hues slowly fluttered and blinked and your dry lips parted on their own.

“K-Kiri … Suki … did w-we win?”

Both the men’s jaws dropped at the first words out of your resurrected body. They only started to sob even harder, so many emotions running wild throughout their craniums.

“Goddammit don’t you ever fucking do that to us again you hear me?” Bakugou growled as he pressed his forehead to yours, clutching your face in his hands and kissing your filthy face as you painfully smiled and nodded.

Kirishima took his place once he was done, his tears streaming from him cheeks and dripping onto yours. “Of course we won mama. God, I love you so much!”

You smiled at the red-head and reached to touch his face, your hand trembling. Your vision was going in and out and you felt so sleepy, you just wanted to go home and take a nap. You swallowed harshly, lubricating your dry throat.

“Guys, I-I’m sleepy.”

Both their hearts dropped again and Kirishima looked over the gash on your head, “Fuck, Katsuki we gotta get her out of here fast! Her head!”

Out of nowhere a shout could be heard from outside of the building, “Look out!”

Following the warning, something massive flew into the building the three of you occupied, shaking it violently. Kirishima clutched you to his chest as the building started to slowing deteriorate, once the dust settled he looked around not seeing a single exit. Bakugou looked around too and grit his teeth as the walls were quickly crumbling around them, dust falling from above and making him cough. He grunted as he felt something being shoved into his arms. Looking down he saw your limp body and your lidded eyes looking as him before you nuzzled into his chest. The blonde looked up and his eyes were met with another set of crimson eyes, they were intense and dark.

Kirishima's heart was racing, knowing what needed to be done before it could register with Katsuki. The red-head was the only one who could even remotely survive being buried under the weight of the collapsing foundation around them. It may cause him some major damage in the end but he was willing to accept that if it meant getting the two people he cared for and loved out!

You were already in a life threatening state and you needed to get medical attention ASAP. Kirishima knew he wasn't fast enough to get you that help, he would only delay it for you. Bakugou was your only hope, he could get you to safety, and Kirishima could get the both of you the hell out. Just knowing that you were alive and seeing your smile was enough to motivate him to basically put his life on the line. He always said if it came down to it, he'd sacrifice himself for you and now was the moment to prove that point.

“You take her and you fucking get her out! I’m going to make a pathway for you two to escape!” Kirishima demanded.

Bakugou shook his head, still crying angrily. “Are you fucking stupid! Three go in, three come out! We’re all going home shitty hair!”

Eijirou looked at you and smiled, he leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss to your cheek. He stood to his feet and looked at Bakugou, reaching out a hand to help the blonde to his feet.

“You're faster than me Katsuki, you can get her out to safety quickly. I still have some ‘unbreakable’ left in me so don’t worry about me okay, you fucking worry about her! She needs you right now.”

Unconsciously, Kirishima reached out and thread his grimy fingers through Bakugou’s hair, pulling him forward to press their foreheads together. The other didn’t dare to pull away, only gritting his teeth and holding in a angry sob. He was terrified, he didn’t want to leave his best friend behind, didn’t want to think about the worst that could happen. Bakugou thought he had lost you just minutes ago, he couldn’t bare to think of losing the other person he loved.

"She fucking needs you too! I need you … we need you and you need us!"

At that moment, the beam above them broke and fell, both the men rolled and dodged the piece of steel before it could knock either of them out. Without warning Kirishima ran as fast as he could towards the doorway he came through that was now sealed as he activated his quirk. Effortlessly he pummeled open a hole big enough for Bakugou to slip through and turned around and waved an arm, signaling for him to run out.

"I'm not fucking leaving you two, I promise Kat!"

Bakugou took a second to look into Kirishima’s eyes, he saw no fear in them, only unabashed confidence. The red-head was determined to make it out and Bakugou knew for a fact that if he did as told and trusted in him, then his friend, his fucking partner, would make it out alive.

“When I look back, I better see your stupid fucking face smiling and running behind me,” Bakugou growled gritting his teeth.

“I may lag behind but I'll be there! Now go and don’t fucking stop until she’s taken care of. You come back for me after!”

Bakugou nodded and he removed one arm from you and crouched low as he stretched his arm outwards behind him. Kirishima watched as his friend propelled himself and you forwards and through the passage he had made. Time suddenly slowed as your eyes opened and your face looked back at him. Kirishima smiled when he saw your (e/c) orbs glistening as you were being carried to safety.

“I love you baby,” he mouthed.

You smiled and felt darkness starting to creep its way in. Your red-headed hero could slightly be seen exiting the slowly decaying building. He relaxed after walking a few steps from the area and let his quirk deactivate, stopping for just a second to catch his breath, but it was a second too long.

Your eyes fought hard to stay open as you could see pieces of the building flying outwards and towards him. He was standing tall and walking your way. Within one cursed blink of your eyes, it all changed.

Your fingers clutched helplessly at Bakugou’s tattered shirt as you tried to tug, tried to get his attention to stop. Your lips parted and you took a sharp breath in and your raspy voice called out, barely audible at first but slowly growing to full volume as you could see dark red colored liquid pooling around Kirishima's body that now laid face first in the rubble.

“K-Kiri, get up ... Kiri! ”

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