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[languri]

Went through my k-music folder and I just started giggling like a fuckin dumbass thinking about my ship help??¿?

[evertidings]

it’s someone’s birthday today… happy birthday to Rylan, my (and your) favourite half-vampire!! they sprung up from my brain originally as a flynn rider type of character but they slowly developed into this flirty bastard who wears leather jackets and rings and has a very big attachment problem.

in light of their recent scene in chapter ten, i’ve written a short drabble about them and the stars, set before they meet the hunter. enjoy !!

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it’s a universal fact that on your birthday, you make a wish. most blow out a candle on a cake, some are lucky enough to catch sight of a shooting star and wish upon that—Rylan, having neither the funds to waste on a cake nor the luck to see a shooting star, opts for wishing on the stars.

and while it’s not like any of their wishes come true, it’s still fun to hope. to dream and wonder.

after their parents died, they needed that. something to look forward to, that is. for a while after, they saw the world in a haze, unsure of themself and their place. they might’ve boasted their confidence and strutted around, but inside, they felt anything but.

they still act like that today, but it’s slightly easier with K in the picture. and while they could be celebrating with their friend right now, as the clock strikes midnight, they find themself alone. to keep up appears, they’ll show up at K’s penthouse in an hour or two and complain about missing a countdown, but right now, all they want to be is alone.

just them and the stars they cannot see.

their back is to the asphalt roof as they blow out a puff of air, the chill from the ground seeping into their bones.

they think about what they should wish for this year, wondering if they should ask the universe to lift the bounty that’s over their head. but they’ve long accepted that fact. if they’re going to get rid of their bounty, they’re going to prove their innocence first. so their wondering turns to dreaming.

they could ask for a happy year, though considering their luck, that’d probably be too difficult. something simple then.

maybe they should ask for some friends (lord knows they’re lonely). maybe they could ask for a new leather jacket (as sentimental as theirs is, it’s falling apart). maybe they could simply ask for a cake (they haven’t had one in a while).

they hum to themself. it’s past midnight now, surely, but they don’t check the time.

should they wish for something palpable? something like new clothes or hair product? should they wish for something unseen? like good luck on the upcoming year? or should they wish for a miracle? like winning the lottery or stumbling upon a fortune they didn’t know they were set to inherit.

in the end, they decide on none of those.

they sit up and, grabbing a nearby stray leaf, hold it in between their fingers.

“happy birthday,” they whisper.

the leaf goes flying.

[grogusmum]

IRL

Part 3 @han_shot_first

JAVI X F!PLUS SIZE!READER

SUMMARY: Set before the events of The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent. Javi and Reader are friends online, and after a year of DMing they decide to meet. (The only change is Javi and Gabriela are just friends)

WORD COUNT: 1800ish

WARNINGS: Reader has insecurities about her size and appearance. Javi is adorable, be warned. Things get spicy.

Part 2

“Girasol,” he whispers; voice husky. Your knees go a little watery not only from the want in Javi’s voice for you but for the sweet nickname, sunflower.

His warm, plush lips taste your mouth, chin, and neck. Tickling behind your ear, you had never kissed anyone with a mustache or much facial hair. It tickles and rasps over your soft skin deliciously, especially your neck, causing your shoulder to jump with a smiling gasp. 

Being pressed against the wall was also new to you like this gorgeous man can't get enough of you and needs to be as close as he can possibly get. One hand is cradling your jaw; the other travels from your hip under your sweater, where he has found that the dress is sleeveless. He hums, pleased by his discovery. You try not to feel emotional and keep the thought - thank you. Thank you for being attracted to me, even though… inside your head. But it brings up some tears that you blink away. 

The moment you open your eyes, the lights flicker, signaling you to return to the theater.

“Javi?”

“Hmmm?” He murmurs, distracted by devouring your neck.

“The next film-”

He pulls away as the lights flicker again. 

“We will pick this up back at the hotel,” he rumbles. 

Javi takes your hand and leads the way to the theater. Since you are among the last to sit, Javi looks and tugs you toward the back of the theater. He noticed your glassy eyes when he pulled away. He wonders if he overstepped.

After you settle into your seat-

“I'm sorry,” Javi looks at you with his puppiest eyes.

“For?”

“Well, I- for,” Javi struggles. “ Maybe I was too forward, and now we don't have good se-”

You smile; Javi really is the sweetest.

“Javi, I have never been so turned on in my life,” you murmur in his ear, and his face breaks into a broad smile, his eyes dancing. 

While the rest of the day flies and is more fun than you've had in a long time, every once and a while, you get a little in your head when hobnobbing with “the beautiful people.” But somehow, Javi seems to feel it every time, and he brings you closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, murmuring a sweet check-in.

Online, late at night, you would talk and talk, and you thought you felt a tension in the last month before planning to meet, but you always half-heartedly dismissed it. And when you saw his picture, you wholeheartedly dismissed it. How can someone like him…but here you both are. He doesn't even see the other women. Javi has at least one hand on you at all times. Holding your hand or on your thigh with his thumb chasing little circles during the films and Q&As, his arm wrapped around your waist during intermission. This new layer to your relationship is exciting, if a little scary. 

All you have been thinking about since the alcove is getting back to the hotel, but as Javi checks you both in, your traitorous brain starts to race; you know Javi is a good guy, he would never just presume, and if you put on the brakes he would respect that…but now that it's here. It's not that you don't want to; you want to, by the gods, do you. But what if he doesn't like what he sees when you are, quite literally, laid bare?

Javi returns with the key cards, his stomach knots in new and exciting ways. 

“It's a two-bedroom penthouse suite,”he murmurs, primarily to his feet. He can feel the tips of his ears going hot, “I got them before - but you know, if you don't - I mean, if we-”

Javi doesn't know what you are thinking. But he can easily see the anxiety scrawled across you. But he doesn't know what has you in this state—

Watching him, you can see his effort. To keep you comfortable, respecting your boundaries, and he keeps showing you he is attracted to you, all of you.

So you tell your liar of a brain to shut up for once, and your first finger goes gently under his chin, tipping his head to look at you. 

“Javi? Please take me upstairs.” 

This is when Javi’s brain short circuits.

The penthouse is, of course, gorgeous, just as Javi hoped. There’s a fireplaced living room, with the spread of chocolate-covered strawberries, soft cheeses, warm crusty bread, and the champagne he asked for on a coffee table. 

“Javi! This is, does this just come with penthouse suites or…”

“There are always, well, ‘amenities,’ but um, I asked for your favorites.”

“When?”

“As soon as you said you’d come to visit.”

“But-”

“I know it was a little bold of me, but I - sort of had this big plan to try to win your heart this weekend. But like I said, I got two rooms, I wasn’t, you know, ‘expecting something’,” All of this comes out in a rush, but Javi takes a breath and slows down, his eyes taking in your lovely face.

“‘Han Shot First’, I’ve been having feelings for you for a long, long time.”

It's your face’s turn to warm, as romantic as his nickname Girasol is, as beautiful as it makes you feel... There's something about him using your url handle at this moment - the name he knew before he had seen your picture… You fling your arms around him, and without hesitation, his mouth seals to yours. His hand goes to your cardigan, peeling it off. Before you can have another wave of anxiety, the groan Javi lets loose as his hands run up and down your upper arms and around your back settles your qualms. He presses you as close to him as he can without occupying the same space, thus defying the laws of physics.

“Girasol”, Javi murmurs. “I can't believe how lucky I am.”

His hands rove your back, hips, and backside. You keep beating back your traitorous brain, so you can just enjoy how this feels. He likes everything he's touching. 

One of his hands comes to the side of your face, holding you tight in his kiss. 

“May I undress you?”

Javi begins unbuttoning your dress, his hands so sure at every button. He pulls back the top of the dress off your shoulders, and his needy kisses travel from one to the other, stopping to enjoy your collarbones and the hollow of your throat. Then he lets the dress fall, a circle at your feet. You slip his blue blazer off his shoulders and start unbuttoning his shirt. You peek back at his face to see adoration.

You nod, and the look he gave you in the alcove returns causes a pleasant zing in your lower belly.

Javi becomes impatient and brings his arms hurriedly out of his sleeves, and pulls you against him once more, his arms wrapped around your waist. With urgent kisses, he walks you backward until your calves hit the bed. 

Giving a yip as you drop onto it, a nervous giggle bubbles up, and you take a breath, eyes closed. Mirroring your action in the lobby, Javi's curled forefinger gently lifts your face to him.

“I am enamored with every inch of you, Girasol. Every last inch.”

Against your will, your eyes swim, so that is where Javi decides to start in his worship. His hands cradle your face, thumbs brush the tears away. Pressing kisses to your cheeks. 

Your hands rest on his narrow hips as you look up at this beautiful man, this silly, passionate, delightful man.

He wants me, you think, all of me.

Your hands travel up his sun-kissed torso, the sweet curve of his belly, but just as your hands settle on his chest, he has your shoulders, pressing them to the bed. And this was that moment you feared, laid out on the bed. Suddenly Javi’s got you behind your knees with those enormous paws of his, and with a quick and decisive pull, he's got your ass at the edge of the bed and thighs over his broad shoulders, and you can feel his breath at your core. 

“Javi!” Breath quickening, you are pretty sure you almost came from being moved like that; you don’t get “thrown around”

Javi's hands run up your thighs, his thumbs massage the crease where your hip meets them  -

“Did you like that, Girasol?”

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[dairy-farmer]

Actually? Can't stop thinking about this possibly expanded Time-Loop Of Bad Ideas AU? Because EVERYONE could get one! That Idol was made for Life Lessons and good at it's job!

Why NOT Moar Loops~☆?

And? Was GOING to suggest the whole BatFam. But this time not together. BUT THEN? My muse(adhd brain) smacked me and called me a coward! Go BIGGER they demanded! That sexy, sexy genius(me)!

That bust was probably not in Gotham! Or at least, not FULLY in Gotham. Maybe it was Superman, maybe someone else, but SOMEONE saw the Idol when Bruce found it.

We have PROTOCOLS, Batman.

That YOU made.

GDI. He sighs, but admits it's true. And Magic Bullshitry means getting scanned for Curses and Compulsions. Everyone up to the Watchtower. *various Bat Children groans of annoyance* No getting out of it. Come on, better this then getting possessed.

They Zeta up. Annoyed but here.

It's late and they'll probably miss dinner.

Come to find out? Fuckin EVERYONE but Captian Marval and Wonder Woman, who knows Magic, is off doing "Magic". Just... unspecified, vauge, could be anywhere, "Magic".

REALLY?!

AND they get pulled into a last minute, emergency, meeting about where they should store the Idol. Because all Wonder Woman and Marvel can TELL them about it? Is "Yep, Cursed. Probably."

And so they are annoyed. Everyone is arguing. Tensions are getting higher and higher. Somebody mutters a snide comment about somebody ELSE'S sidekick, and? Punching breaks out. Shoving. The big three stand to break it up.

But it's too late.

Some IDIOT throws a CHAIR. Their target, being a trained hero, OBVIOUSLY dodges. Which means it sails right across the table and HITS THE IDOL. Crash!

BOOM.

Everyone is slammed back by a lightshow and huge wall of air. Wonder Woman is FURIOUS. Marvel scared. Everyone gets checked out. Everyone, Go Home and isolate for AT LEAST 24 hours. Report any symptoms or strange thoughts.

They go home. Go to bed. Midnight.

Click.

Everyone locked in their own little Loops.

Now, some of those affected? Lesbians. Married and grossly, gooey, shmoopy, "No, yooou~♡" hang-up type In Love. Or just not in to him.

But! How many people in Loops? Do you think? Get that Bad Idea impulse~

Feel their eyes get drawn towards the Highly Competent and Sexy, Red Robin? Pretty-boy Tim Drake? Their Friend, colleague, or the son of such? It's a time loop. Who would ever know? They HAVE always been... curious.

I mean, they'd treat him right. It's not like they're HURTING anybody! Doing anything against his consent. It's just a Bad Idea.

Batman would murder them. Nightwing would help. Launch them straight into the nearest black hole. Or it would CHANGE things. Their relationship altered forever. Or... well, he's their Brother. Their Son.

So many reasons Not Too.

But it's a Time Loop.

They wear you down. Mentally and emotionally. You get lonely. A little bit crazy. Start doing things you know you shouldn't.

Like eating out your Boy until he's sloppy and ruined, fingering him for hours. Just to feel that sweet heat in your hand. Lazily resting you head on a trembling stomach, not letting him escape. Not hearing him ask for it to end, only whimper that it's too much. Because he's so good for you. And always has been.

Or finally breaking down, when the loneliness gets unbearable. And clinging like an octopus, as you bend your little Tim in HALF. Rolling and snapping your hips like you want to crawl inside his skin. Soaking in the pleasured cries your punching out with every thrust. How CLOSE you finally are.

Sneaking in windows, early in the morning. Teammates, Supers and Speedsters. Crimelords, here to pound him rough and sweet on his own bed. People who should NOT, but do~

Why so early? Uncle Clark?

What brings you to Gotham, Hal Jordan?

Hi, Roy, looking for Jason?

Even crossing paths, as choices diverge things. Ah, Aquaman! Your Majesty, what did you need me for?

All while Tim is, in his OWN Loop? Discovering that Sex is actually kinda awesome. And that he should never be left unsupervised. But mostly the first one!

And THIS time? Because I am a generous and benevolent Enabling Jackass? He DEFINITELY steals Dick's "time to threaten Deathstroke" burner phone. And uses it for purposes other then intended.

One stack of info, several shiny new crates of ammo, and showing up in Dick's Robin costume later? He's in Cairo getting his guts destroyed by a supersoldier. The day resets before Slade even breaks a sweat. Tim on the other hand? Passed "fucked incoherent" about three hours back and would probably shoot him, if the dick weren't making him too uncoordinated and stupid.

Nonetheless? Bats pull miracles. And Tim finds Constantine. Who refuses to TOUCH anything of the "learn a life lesson" variety. Since too many deity have it out for him.

But he is just a man.

And finds himself suddenly MUCH more agreeable and willing to try, after being dragged into another room and slammed against a wall. Blown by Batman's kid.

Nothing like face fucking a Robin to motivate a man to greatness, he discovers.

Which? Is when everyone gets their assorted bank of Loop memories. Lot of boredom for a few. Lovey Dovey bonding for others. Life lessons etc.

But?

Oh.

Oh My God.

Kon is panicking. As it filters in. Tim, bro, he can EXPLAIN! Constantine has cut off in amusement. Because, see? This? This right here is why he avoids- blah blah blah- *white noise* *Distant sound of Kon panicking and his Phone trying to explode itself with texts*

Because HOLY SHIT. Tim stares into the middle distance and realizes? So... SO many people jumped at the chance to fuck him. Like... A LOT.

So many.

His head is FULL of getting RAILED. Kon looks like he's gonna cry. Clark is ripping the door off the hinges. He can explain! Kon no longer looks like he's gonna cry. Explain WHAT, Clark?!

Tim fucked...So Many People.

Or was it Fucked By?

Both?

Does.... does he have Boyfriends now? Bootycalls? A harem?

..............whoops?

*arguing over Tim only gets louder as more Heros show up*

-🐼🐼🐼

all of them taking the opportunity to fuck tim- including some people tim's horny brain hadn't even gotten to considered but now had memories of fucking!😭😭

[galakianexplosion]

Okay so; another little one punch man ramble. {SPOILERS! :D}

This is for the non revised lastest chapters in specific, and the monster association arc.

The parallels between Saitama and Flash,

Originaly from a conversation with my friend @kachikirby , it might be extremly obvious to everyone but id like to speak about it anyways! :D

To elaborate a tiny bit more on this and mostly rephrase ; So both have their own foe to defeat; Saitama with Garou and Flash with Emtpy void (motivated to fight god himself).

Both of their enemies is possessed by said god. And both wanted something out of the other party. Garou wanted to fight Saitama at his best and Empty Void deemed Flash worthy enough to be gifted the same "possession". So to throw both off they needed to get a reaction, something that'd break something inside of them.

Both don't have all that much to look to, even if we know less about Flash, i think it's safe to assume he's lonely and focuses on his strenght. Saitama is simillar, a man so bored with his own strenght.

But, both have someone, now you might add that Garou also managed to kill all other heroes (and more) present near him which certainly did not help Saitama feel better, which i will agree with! But the main factor for the whole state he gets into after stays Genos. (It's also heavily heavily implied/basicaly said that Saitama relies Genos for support and all of that) Saitama recieves Genos' core- his heart.

Now Flash on the other hand, despite his messy fall out with Sonic, said Sonic is really the only one he has. They both were each other's only source of "happiness" during the times when they were in the ninja training thing. They both relied on each other and had a whole dream with each other. They both have a very strong history despite their falling out. And even after that they do still care for one another. So, even with what Flash says to Blast about being soft in the revised version, he too, has a weakness in the form of someone else. Flash receives Sonic's head as his dismembered remains falls in the back. His head is even cut in half. In the middle, horizontaly.

Now, hear me out, im pretty sure there's a connection between God and the brain (as well as psychic powers and the moon but anyways,) and Sonic's head was cut in a way that kept said brain intact. I don't have much on this part right now but i do believe theres a link between all of those things---

Also could it be said that there was Heart and Mind (Reason and feelings) parallels

SO

Sonic's dead was false. It's a projection made from Empty Void to Flash, an illusion to break his spirit. WHICH SUCCEEDED. And broke Flash for long enough to able Empty Void to get the cube to touch him.

Meanwhile, Genos' death was fully real. He was really dead when Saitama fought with Garou.

But all turned out alright for the four of them. Flash got saved by Sonic, who was fully alive and well. And Saitama turned back time which allowed Genos to be alive again (and all the other heroes but you know)

So; both also had similar expressions at simmilar time. Faces shadowed out except for eyes. (Saitama's eyes don't appear on most of the pannels however) But both were clearly in a form of distress over someone they care about dying. They're both well aquainted with Death. They're heroes who kill monsters. And Flash also is an assassin.

It can also be said that they would not really have made it out on their own in some ways. Genos' core being there managed, in some ways, to keep Saitama's brain mostly in check (if you get what i mean). Saitama could probably have been way more dangerous otherwise. And Sonic managed to snap Flash out of the possession before God took a hold of him.

Because in the end, God is a convincing little meanie. Taking the form of someone you trust. (Except in psychos case where she fused with someone already gifted by god i believe) (and that homeless emporor who i believe saw a version of god because he perhaps didn't have anyone close to him.) So Flash did see Sonic, like if all his life and troubles were just a bad dream, he was in front of his childhood friend, in a vast field, being reassured by the other he just saw being cut apart seconds earlier.

And both Flash and Saitama know each other. And both lived trough their first encounter with God next to each other (along Manako)

All of this to say that both their parallels are very dear to me. I wonder what we'll see of it in the revised version!

[oldsargasso]

ficlet: should've atoned by now

what if Way faked his death and ran away and also he started getting morning sickness? and called Kenta for help? and I've been having a lot of pack-related thoughts thanks to @le-trash-prince? (I'm about to respond to your asks I just had to get this out of my brain)

and then I wrote 1k of it? what if that happened.

way-centric. implied pete/way. (background kenta/dean + polycule if I were to actually finish this) warning for pregnancy & pregnancy termination

The first morning he throws up, Way thinks it's due to the awful hangover he's woken up with. He's never drinking curaçao again. No matter how fun the cocktails had been, it's not worth this. There's not a lot in his new apartment, but at least he'd picked up some groceries the day before yesterday. Once he can get off the floor—the lovely, cool, quiet floor—he'll figure out what to eat to settle his stomach.

The next morning, he's forced to reassess. He's not drunk, or hungover. Maybe a stomach bug, he thinks, brushing his teeth twice to get rid of the taste of bile.

A week of mornings later, he's forced to reassess again. It's probably not a stomach bug or a virus that's making him puke his guts up every morning while leaving him with no other side effects.

Pulling out his phone, he searches up possible causes. One particular answer comes up repeatedly. But—no chance. It's out of the question. They hadn't—but they had, Way's memory helpfully informs him. The second time that night. He doesn't know if Pete knew because he knew or if Way was just far too easy to read with his walls down. But that second time, Pete had spooned up behind Way and pushed inside him bare, whispering things into his shoulders that Way had forced himself not to hear.

Then they'd gotten up, gotten dressed, and gone to confront their father, and Way had consciously not thought about it in the three weeks since.

Way slumps back down next to the sink.

"Fuck," he tells the bathroom, voice rough after days without speaking to anyone.

There's only one way to know for sure. Somehow, when Way had been making plans upon plans, he hadn't thought to include a fucking doctor for his new identity. A stupid oversight. He'd gotten sloppy, distracted, the past few months.

Digging a denim jacket out of the depths of his closet, Way shoves a cap on his head and a mask over his face, and heads for the biggest chemist in town.

---

It feels too conspicuous to just buy a single pregnancy test. Wandering the aisles for a little while, Way tosses various other items into his basket. He'll probably never need a lavender-scented heat pack but hey, why not? Maybe the teenager working the register will think he's buying all this for a girlfriend or something. It’s still hard to shove down the desire to reach out and make someone like her just forget they ever saw him—Way does it despite the effort required. Crams the urge into one of the many boxes in his mind labelled DON’T and leaves it there to remain untouched.

Not, as Way finds out a few minutes later, that the teenager cares even the slightest bit about what Way is purchasing, beyond telling him the total and sighing impatiently when it takes him more than a millisecond to fumble his card out of his wallet. Taking the proffered bag and receipt, Way escapes from her judgemental glare.

He makes it home without getting stuck talking to his overly-friendly neighbour, which is a minor miracle in itself. Way's fairly certain the guy doesn't work, or do anything other than sit and stare out the window, waiting to ambush anyone passing by. Even pretending to be on the phone doesn't dissuade him, Way has unhappily discovered.

Half a bottle of water later, Way takes the test.

Then he takes half an hour to work up the courage to check the results.

"Fuck," he says emphatically at the awful cheerful positive indicator. "Fuck." How the fuck is he—how is Ice, 36 year old beta who recently quit his job in admin at a car dealership and moved to his mother's hometown after her untimely death—supposed to terminate a pregnancy? Without anyone knowing?

Several deep breaths and a shot of whiskey later, Way lines up all his contingency plans and goes through them all, one by one. Four hours later, he makes a single phone call.

---

Contingency plan #53 turns up four uncomfortable mornings later with an extremely uninvited companion.

"You tried to kill Babe, " Way says, ignoring Kenta's polite greeting.

"Sure did," Dean answers, all false bravado and trembling fingers. "Tried to kill Charlie too."

Way couldn't hold back the eye roll. "Obviously I don't care about that." He sighs. It still kinda hurts to start talking these days. He refuses to be one of those people that talks to themselves out loud all the time though.

"He only did it all that because I convinced him to," Kenta adds in a mild tone.

"Fuck off," Dean scowls at him. "You aren't the boss of me. You can't make me do anything." Kenta looks back, face impassive as usual.

"Come inside, " Way orders them both. "My neighbours are so nosy." He steps back to wave them through the door. Dean moves past him, close enough for their arms to brush. He smells like himself: warm cotton and frangipani, and he also smells like pack. It hits Way visceral and deep. The urge to pull his pack member, his pup, close and safe is overwhelming; Way's moving before the thought is even fully formed.

Dean's lost weight. His shoulder blades are so fragile under Way's hands. He's torn between the desire to squeeze tighter: to crush Dean down to a fine powder, and an intense longing to shove him into the comfortable chair in front of the TV and feed him until he's overfull. He does neither. Just holds an increasingly trembling Dean with both arms tight, tight, breathing deep of his scent until it’s all Way can sense.

The whole time, Kenta stands and stares at them. Unsurprising, really. He's probably still learning that humans have emotions. Way frowns at him just for fun, just to make him flinch, then goes back to burying his nose in Dean's hair.

"Welcome home," Way whispers and doesn't even complain when Dean gets the front of his shirt all wet.

[pbandjesse]

I am sending someone a furby! It is nice to move one of them to a new home. And it was a nice way to end a day that was pretty though on me.

I really struggled. I had a horrible time falling asleep last night. I had to wake James up I was so upset and feeling so bad. And they were difficult to wake up which upset me more. I was going through it for sure.

I slept an extra 10 minutes. Which didn't actually make me feel much better. I just did not want to leave. I wasn't even feeling particularly bad, but I was afraid of feeling worse. And it was so wildly humid outside. I was shocked when I went outside. James would give me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to take on the drive. And then I was off. I waved to my husband as they biked away. And I headed to work.

And it was a mostly find day. The kids were great. They liked the project a lot more and that made me feel a lot better about it after being sort of upset about it all evening.

I was very unhappy inside though. While the nausea wasn't terrible, my brain just felt low. Exhausted. I need a break. Camp is almost over. But I am already thinking about the fall.

I would go down to the office to chat with Heather about it. She would give me the dates we have for feild tiros and rentals so I would know when I talked to Jesse about the September schedule. Elizabeth would get confused later when I was like. Oh I have the feild trips written down and she's like what feildtrips?? But I call all the rentals no matter what they are field trips. Just like I call all the musuem events weddings. Should I stop that? Probably but it's not the most important thing to me right now.

I had my two morning groups and they were good. They made interesting pieces. I decided to order everyone both cup molds and plastic bags molds. And that little bit of choice seemed to make people a lot more interested and experimental. Which was fun to see.

I was a little frustrated with some kids who kept interrupting me but we would get through it and things would be good.

I was very tired though. So at lunch I would lay in my hammock and fall asleep for a half hour. I was just a bit dizzy and I wanted to sleep more but I had to be up for my groups.

Tuesday is my longest day. With 2 groups in the morning and 4 in the afternoon. And it is very tough!! But since I will have my doctor's appointment next Tuesday I won't have to have this very long day again this year.

My afternoon groups did a good job. Sweet kids. I was frustrated by some councilors just straight up not doing their jobs but the ones who were doing their jobs made me feel very appreciative. The good ones make my life so much easier.

Bontkirchen just wanted to make bracelets. A few of them did clay. I would knit quietly and enjoy the conversations. Learning about what they want to be when they grow up. Daisy gave me a cookie. We got to learn about Harris picking the Minnesota governor as her VP. And he seems like a good man. I think it's a solid pick. We try to not talk politics at puhtok but it was literally just announced while we were sitting there so it felt like they deserved to know.

My last group of the day was horse camp. And I had checked with Chloe twice to make sure they were coming. And she said yes. But then it was 345 and they weren't there??

I was sitting there waiting when PJ came to visit! It was so nice to see him. I was sad when he wasn't able to work at camp this year. He's a real adult now. He would hang out with me for a bit but soon he was off to say hello to some other people.

And horse camp still wasn't there.

I would go down to the office to use the bathroom. I was annoyed that I could have been home but I wasn't I was waiting for them!! But as I was leaving the office I saw Alicia and she is the horse camp councilor so I followed them and would have horse camp for 20 minutes.

So they just cut string for bracelets and got started on things. They had a few kids who were apparently really really struggling and that's why they were so late. But I was just glad they came in the end.

But soon it was swim time and they were off. And I would head home.

Thankfully the drive was not terrible. There was a bit of traffic but I would be home by 515. I got a good parking space and was just really happy to be home.

James was warming up my leftover pizza. And while they did that I went and took a shower. The plaster makes me so dry. And while my nausea isn't so bad, it is still there. And it was nice to just sit in the cool water.

I had my two pieces of pizza. And James baked bread. And we have been chilling on the couch. They are playing a little guitar now and it's just really nice being together.

We will probably watch a show. And maybe have a milkshake. And just try and have a nice night.

Hopefully tomorrow I feel more normal. It's been a hard couple weeks physically. It would be nice to not be so aware of my body all of the time.

I hope you all sleep easy tonight. I love you all. Good night

[kaitohateblog]

Goretober Days 13-16: Insides

Content Warnings: Murder, Robot Gore (with human traits), Blood

“And… cut! That’s the last take! Everyone let’s wrap it all up and get going!”

Once the director finished, everyone rushed to clean up the set. The video for this song was particularly morbid, but a fun shooting for Gackpo. A couple of crew members helped him out of the bathtub of fake blood and to his dressing room. He peeled the soaked button down and slacks off, heavy with synthetic blood. His hair was drenched as well, but that would have to wait until he could shower. For now, he would clean off as much as possible and head home.

His phone lit up with the sound of bamboo dropping in a deer scare. Someone texted him. He tied his hair back, then checked his messages.

Hey, you still at the set? I saw Kaito earlier >_\<

I have this really fun idea !!

Gackpo had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he texted back.

im in my dressing room

tell me rn

He didn’t have to wait long for Una’s response.

Ok, you know how you used an axe in that song? You told me after filming the other day that it was real.

So… what if we. used it. for real ?

LMAO u want me to kill him with it ?

YESS! Exactly!!! It’ll probably scare him since you’re already covered in (fake) blood ^_^

is he still at school ?

yeah, but I could get Miku to talk to him if we need.

yayayay ok ill be there soon

Everyone was still busy cleaning up the set, so they wouldn’t notice Gackpo taking a few things. He changed into a spare costume (it was so annoying getting the blood out of his uniform last time), buttoned the shirt to the top, then slipped out to the props room. There weren’t a bunch of consequences to vocal synths using weapons since injuries could be fixed with a respawn, so the one he used in filming was a real axe. It wasn’t too heavy either, and the department did well with decorating.

After saying goodbye to the crew, Gackpo walked back to school. It wasn’t far from the studio, only 5 or 6 minutes. After all, all of the music videos filmed there were for fellow synthloids. He waved to Gumi and Lily as he walked through the gates. The school was emptying out now, but Una’s voice could be heard over the chatter of students heading home.

On the second floor he saw Kaito’s head, teal twintails, and the top of a bright blue horned hat above the dwindling sea of students. Gackpo ducked into the Kaito Hate Club Clubroom and pulled his phone out to text Una.

haiiiii

im in the clubroom. i will hide behind the door ˸P

Oki doki ;}

Even from inside the clubroom he could hear Una say goodbye to Miku. Una whined about something, then two sets of feet approached.

“Come on! You have to see this!”

“Okay… but I’m not sure about this.”

Una slid the door open, tugged Kaito in, and slid the door closed again.

As if on cue, Gackpo emerged from the shadows and raised the axe. Kaito turned at the last second in horror before the blade crashed down onto him.

The axe went through Kaito’s body, splitting it cleanly in half. In the onslaught, blood sprayed around the room. Now, the blood pooled at the floor and the innards of the two halves were free to see.

The fresh muscle tissue was tender, intertwined with silver wires and multicolored cables. Open veins stained opaline bones with crimson as the blood drained from the still-warm body. His organs were mainly intact, save the cut through the center. If synthloid bodies didn’t despawn after a few hours, the carcass would have been a fine source of grisly samples.

The slice through the brain exposed the internal matter and wires that strung the body together. It was a faded pink, though it too was dyed red with the blood that flowed around it. If Gackpo missed and hit the heart instead, there would have been a chance Kaito could still see through his eyes before he respawned. The damage to the head cut the wires, cutting off his brain activity and vision with it.

His heart beat a few moments before it stopped. It was a duller grey than the wires, more of a brushed steel, but now as useless as the fried cables connected to it. It was a gruesome sight, but after some time the only thing left would be the bloodstains. The blood would be gone after a week at most though— it was just as synthetic as the blood Gackpo sat in earlier.

Una giggled and shook her arms with glee. “That was amazing! Smack in the center!” they shouted. Gackpo wiped the sweat from his brow and laid the axe against a desk stacked with anti-Kaito posters. He smiled as he admired his handiwork.

Kaito would be respawning any minute now, and it wouldn’t be too long until he ended up on the floor of the clubroom again. Another tally for the club’s Kaito Kill Counter.

[2012wannabe]

Hold my Hope by the Throat

teasing a story idea of mine, what do you guys think?

premise: What if Joel was shot in the hospital and died before he could save Ellie? The story would have another set of events for Abby’s storyline while having the same/similar outcome in terms of them and certain events.(AU)

cw: violence, guns, shooting [tags will be updated]

disclaimer: for parts of a couple chapters I used pieces of the tlou script. I don’t own that dialogue nor I am claiming to.

Prologue

“Good luck with your surgery Dr.Anderson.” Marlene said with a heavy sigh.

“I’m going to go tell Joel.”

“Wait, why?”

“He traveled across the country with her. He deserves to know.” She said, stepping off out of the room and into the hallway. Her footsteps echoed as she turned down the stairs. She had always feared it would come to this and guilt was already pooling in her gut. She tried to remind herself that Anna wanted this cure more than anyone and how no one else would die like she ended up dying but it was no solace. Checking her holster she went to grab two guards. She took a deep breathe and said,

“Joel is a killing machine, so if he gives you any indication that he opposes the surgery you just have to shoot him. I don’t want to kill him but I can’t risk anything going south. We need this.” The guards nodded and double checked their guns where they then headed into the room where Joel still lay asleep. Marlene followed after and cleared her throat.

“Welcome to the Fireflies…” she said. He flinched when he woke with a start and she reflexively put a hand out.

“Easy. Ya got hit pretty hard. Patrol didn't know who you were. “

“Where's Ellie?” Joel asked.

“She wasn't hurt. Not even a scratch. She's mostly worried about you.” She said trying to calm the anger she saw bubble in his eyes.

“Where is she?” He asked again.

“We lost half our crew crossing the country. I had five men whose only job was to protect me. And I still almost got killed. How'd you do it?” She said with curiosity.

“It was all her. She fought like hell to get here.”

“She would've been dead on day one. You are the one person I never wanted to be in debt to. But I owe you. We all owe you.”

“Just take me to her.” He pleaded.

“I can't. She's being prepped for surgery.”

“What surgery?” His voice got lower as he tried to contain his fear.

“Our doctor... he thinks that the Cordyceps in Ellie has grown with her since birth.”

“Why is she in surgery?”

“It produces a kind of chemical messenger. It makes normal Cordyceps think that she's Cordyceps. It's why she's immune. He's gonna remove it from her, multiply the cells in a lab, produce those chemical messengers... and then we can give it to everyone. He thinks it could be a cure, Joel. A cure.”

“Cordyceps grows inside the brain.” He repeated.

“It does.”

“Find someone else.”

“There is no one else. We didn't tell her, we didn't cause her any fear, there won't be any pain.”

“No. No, you take me to her. You take me to her right now!” Joel yelled before one of the guards stepped forward and pushed him to the ground.

“Please... you don't understand.”

“I do. I was there when she was born, Joel. I promised her mother that I would save her child…I promised. So I do understand. I'm the only one who understands…I'm sorry. I have no other choice.”

“I do.” Joel said standing up.

“Walk him out to the highway, leave him there with his pack. Give him this.” She said in her best steady voice, flipping Ellie’s knife in between her fingers. Turning to the guards,

“Remember, he tries anything... shoot him.” The first guard pushed him forward and started to lead Joel down the stairs. She followed behind the guards sticking around to watch him leave. If nothing but her own peace of mind, she’d be damned if she got so close and her lost the only chance there was for a cure; for everything every single firefly has died for since the fireflies became a group in the first place. Approaching the stair way Joel stopped suddenly, provoking the guard to say,

“Didn't hear anyone say, ‘Stop.”

“Which way?” He muttered.

“Down the stairs.” Joel took another couple steps and the stopped again.

“The fսck are you doin'? Keep walking.”

“He said keep walk-“ The other guard tried to add when Joel swung the guard’s gun off his shoulder, shooting him in the stomach. Marlene jumped shooting Joel right in the back of his head. His body crumpled to the floor and her ears buzzed. Adrenaline raced through her body and she suddenly looked around. She tried her best to take a deeps breathe, contain her panic, and called for a medic.

Looking at the guards with wide eyes, she took a step back before pulling herself together and instructing the standing guard to get rid of the body. You have to do what you have to do sometimes. She tried to reassure herself. We have a cure and we might actually get our world back.

[faolonfiendrender]

I was twenty the first time I "died", I had had serious injuries to the point of absurdity before. I still remember how when I was ten, I got impaled after a fall onto a stump and my parents rushed me to the hospital, and I was told my recovery was faster than 90% of people who survive such things, and complete despite my spine breaking. Anyway, back to when I was twenty. I had decided that I needed to tell the local bastard, his name was Joseph Arnaud, extorting everyone to fuck off. With violence if necessary. What I did not expect was a perfectly cordial meeting with him making some non-commital promises, followed by a man with a shotgun waiting inside my door when I returned home. I don't remember what buckshot at point blank through my head feels like. I imagine it was painful, but I blacked out. About six months later, I found that I was tied to a bag of gravel, at the bottom of a river.

Whoever dumped me here didn't bother to check my pockets, as my pen knife, rusted though it was, was still there. I cut my legs free, and swam back up, mostly. about twenty feet from the surface, my vision started dimming, and my muscles wouldn't work. As I blacked out I started sinking. Eventually, I woke up on shore, not knowing how I got there, or where exactly I was. All around me was what looked like farmland. So, I started walking. Eventually, I found a road, and soon after, a nice man in a pickup truck headed for a little town called Ainsburry. Apparently, I was about fifty miles south of my hometown. When I asked him the date, he said that it was around seven months after my last memory.

I eventually found a payphone to call a cab. I did have enough presence of mind to walk into a police station. I know, normally a bad idea, but who knows, you might be a missing person after half a year unconscious. As it turns out, I not only was a missing person, but also presumed dead. I did normal life things for a bit, but I eventually saw the bastard who shot me, and I thought, well, he couldn't kill me the first time, no reason to be careful. Being shot in the chest five times hurts. Alot. But apparently not enough to stop me from slitting someone who attempted to murder me's throat. Being shot again when I decided to go pay Mr. Arnaud a visit at 2 am also hurt. I eventually realized that I just didn't die from stuff, and I figured there are surely others. There are, though oddly, despite one of the other immortals looking 30 despite serving in WWI, noone older than 300 appeared to exist. Don't get me wrong, the oldtimers would talk about their oldtimers, but past about 100 years, the number of immortals I could find dropped off drastically. It was only about two years ago, on my sixtieth birthday in fact, that I started figuring out why. You see, a buddy of mine had gotten a brain tumor. No big deal, this guy has gotten his brain blown out repeatedly, surely a little tumor will just heal. and He thought the same, at least, until he collapsed in the street, and was admitted to the hospital. The hospital called me saying he had gone vegetative.

Even then, I thought he'd get back up, so I paid for life support, and kept paying, normally, it would take at most a year for him to recover from a serious brain injury. As it turns out, nothing, in fact, he got worse. Eventually, the doctors weren't even sure how he was alive, as even with life support it should be impossible. after about a decade of nothing, I decided to pull the plug, and bury him. Eventually, I decided that the only right thing was to make him a small mausoleum, in hopes that he might get better and get out. It's been forty years since he died. He still isn't dead; I check every day, blood still flows, wounds still heal, but he doesn't get up. And I fear I'll be joining him, eventually. I mean, since Charles went down, I've seen ten immortals go down in similar ways, Teddy's lung cancer metastasized at 150, George started growing spikes of bone through his brain for no apparent reason, Coleen simply was shot dead and then buried beneath a concrete slab, Ki was at the Provo nuclear disaster and has yet to make it more than ten feet before the radiation kills him. As it turns out, while you may never kill us, there are ways to end us immortals.

[frmthe-air]

Green Pastures (turf is not grass)

It was a beautiful spring day outside, birds chirping, the wind gently whistling. I was inside in my mom’s living room sitting in the dark with my work laptop on a tray table. The screen glaring hard into my face increasing the intensity of my headache.

I was fighting back tears and struggling to even move my hands to type. The emails and notifications just kept coming in. I couldn’t do it. My head was throbbing, my brain felt like it had gotten into a boxing match with Mike Tyson. The pings just kept going.

Ba Boom

Ba Boom

I could now feel my heartbeat in my head. I was going crazy. I texted my girlfriend a short text message.

“My head is killing me”. She quickly responded — “Babe just tell them you have a migraine and call out for the day”.

I knew that’s what I needed to do but I was just so afraid to call out. My girlfriend saw that I read the message then quickly followed up with another sharp text, that would pierce me.

“Since the day you started working there, you haven’t taken a single day off, just take a break”.

She was right, it had been nearly 6–7 months of work where I did not call off. Had the migraine not been so painful I wouldn’t have texted my supervisor that I needed the day off.

When I sent the message via Slack my supervisor gladly relieved me of my duties. “It was that easy?” I said in my head.

Half-a-year earlier when I had taken this job I was fueled with so much happiness that I was running twice a day just to burn off the energy and excitement I had. Now the reality I was facing was completely different.

All the euphoria I experienced of being on the other side in a reputable company was costing me my physical health and sanity. As I grabbed the Tylenol out of the bathroom to rest and ease my mind, a flood of thoughts rushed to me.

In the previous article I talked about the episode of Spongebob when he was trying to get in the Salty Spitoon. The question “How tough are you?” was multiplying all across my head. I wasn’t that tough that day and I realized I was too excited to get into the club not seeing that it wasn’t even my type of party.

I thought to myself — this can’t be the life my friends and colleagues were living. I had this false image that the grass was greener on the other side. Some of the benefits I wanted were true. When I checked my bank account I was comfortable so I had gotten some of the pie. I was just unaware of what that pie would cost me.

That day taught me these two things.

Love your life. the good the bad and the ugly. Everyone’s life looks good from a LENS but you don’t know how it feels to exist in their WORLD. Had I been more loving to my journey I wouldn’t have jumped to join someone else’s.

Know who you are. Just because an opportunity seems exciting or everyone seems to be on it doesn’t mean that’s it for you. Go to the parties where you’ll have fun and not just look cool.

An extra thing this scenario taught me was about rest. I’ll have to cover that another day. Stick around to here my story about how my life changed when I decided to get more sleep.

Thanks,

Frmthe air

[writing-about-current-obsessions]

Finally

Pairings: Pierre Gasly x reader

Words: 2714

Summary: Two idiots finally admiting they have a crush on each other + fluffy and shirtless Pierre (I mean, what else do you need in life?)

This is a part 2 of Spoilsport!

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She woke up in almost the same position she fell asleep in, cuddled up with Pierre. For a few seconds, her hazy mind thought that she was asleep, feeling the strong arms wrapped around her while resting against a bare, male torso. She was thirsty, she had to pee and the light headache was starting to get worse with each passing second the more she was waking up, but she was still frozen in place. Feeling Pierre’s warm breath against her neck tickled her, while his chest rose evenly up and down. Their legs were tangled and she wasn’t sure where he ended and she began.

It would be nice if she didn’t start panicking. She recounted everything that happened last night, remembering several inappropriate comments that she threw Pierre’s way in her drunken state, remembering also how she put her hands on his chest, how her fingers went through the soft strands of his hair, pulling slightly and making him groan. She also remembered how he put a stop to everything before it could go further, before she could even taste his lips.

She groaned internally, wanting to run away and hide, without having to face Pierre ever again in her life.

Slowly, she got off the bed and carefully extracted herself from Pierre’s embrace. It was hard, she would’ve wanted to stay in his arms as much as possible, but her mind was going absolutely crazy. What is Pierre going to think of her now, while she practically threw herself at him when drunk?

Then she started to wonder why did he stay, was it out of pity or was there a chance that he actually cared for her? Or maybe he just wanted to get in her pants? Or maybe…

All of her overthinking ceased as she looked at him, peacefully sleeping in her hotel bed. Half of his body was covered by the bedsheets, while his bare chest, his arms and his adorable sleeping face were on full display. His hair was a mess, but in a good way, she wondered how messier would it be if he acted on her advances from yesterday night.

Sighing, she went to the bathroom to pee and splash some cold water on her face, in the hope that it will wake her up and calm her. She combed her hair, brushed her teeth and then tip-toed out of the bedroom. She sat on the couch and put her head in her hands.

What the hell is she supposed to do now?

A knock on her hotel door startled her, almost making her jump. She went to open them quickly, not wanting the person on the other side to get louder and wake up Pierre, forcing her to face the reality sooner. When she opened the doors, she was greeted by a very happy, smiling Charles.

“Good morning!” she flinched at the high-spirited tone of voice, almost echoing through the hotel room.

“Morning.”, she said quietly, glancing behind her, although she couldn’t see inside the bedroom from there.

“Wow, someone had a tough night.”, Charles chuckled, brushing past her to get inside like he always did.

Her eyes widened, almost wanting to grab him by the collar of his shirt and kick him out. This was absolutely not the time for Charles to be here. Her mind was still reeling from everything that happened yesterday, not having the capacity to process it and plan what to do next.

Charles frowned when he turned around and saw her still standing at the door, not closing it yet. “That bad, huh?”

“What?” her brain couldn’t catch up.

“Is your hangover that bad?” Charles teased, grinning at her.

She simply nodded, her thoughts going into overdrive as Charles moved to the couch to sit on it. She sighed, closing the doors. The only thing that remained now was to hope she will manage to get rid of Charles before Pierre woke up. It’s not that she was afraid of Charles’ reaction to seeing Pierre here with her, she just wanted to sort out this whole situation with Pierre before anyone else found out about it, even Charles, who was her best friend.

“You need to change your clothes because you’re joining Charlotte and me for breakfast.”, Charles said casually, while getting himself comfortable on the couch.

This was a usual occurrence; Charles would leave Charlotte to get ready for breakfast, in the meantime informing her that she will be joining the couple for breakfast, lunch, dinner or whatever else it was. Usually, he would wait for her to get ready and then they would either go to Charlotte or vice-versa.

“Okay, I’ll come down when I’m ready, you can go on without me.”, she used this opportunity to open the doors again, motioning for him to get out.

Charles furrowed his eyebrows. “I can wait here. Char is not ready to go yet, either.”

“Why can’t you just let me get ready in peace?” she snapped at him without wanting to and without any reason to do so, making Charles suspicious.

He stood up but made no indication of leaving. “You’re even more grumpy than you usually are in the morning.”

“No, I’m not.”, she folded her arms beneath her chest, glaring at him, which only proved his point further.

“Why are you so mean this morning?” Charles accused, only half-joking.

She glanced back at the bedroom door, which was open just a crack. Charles was speaking increasingly louder and it was only a matter of time before he woke up Pierre. Before she could answer him, Charles followed her gaze, something clicking in his mind. His facial expression switched from confusion to understanding.

“Is someone in there?” he whispered with an amused smirk, pointing at the bedroom door.

“No.”, she replied immediately, without thinking.

Charles was then sure she was lying and he had to stifle a laugh. He came up to her, closing the hotel room doors since she still didn’t do it.

“Who is it?” Charles was giddy, wanting to know who she brought back with her after they parted ways at the party yesterday.

“No one is in there, Charles!” she whisper-yelled, basically outing herself.

No matter what she said it wouldn’t be enough to convince Charles, since at that exact moment, the bedroom door opened fully and revealed a sleepy-eyed Pierre, standing there only in his underwear. She noticed Charles looking behind her and turned around, her eyes almost bulging out at the sight.

Pierre’s mostly bare body was on full display as he rubbed his eye with his hand, yawning slightly. It was clear that he didn’t see them yet. She couldn’t help but gaze at him, all the way from his head down to his legs, his tan skin and muscles in view like she had never had the chance to see before. But boy, did he know how to pick a moment.

Charles’ gasp made her turn her attention back to her best friend. His facial expression was almost indescribable; his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide, as he looked from Pierre to her.

There was a moment of pure silence, before Charles threw his head back in laughter.  

“Finally!” Charles exclaimed, clapping his hands together joyously while he smiled wide. “You two have been circling around each other for so long, it was starting to get really annoying.”

“What?” she breathed out, focusing on the fact that Charles implied that she liked Pierre, but also maybe that Pierre liked her.

Pierre piped up from behind her. “Good morning.”

“Nothing happened, Charles.”, she focused on her best friend, rather than Pierre, not wanting to risk her brain short-circuiting again. “He just slept here, nothing else.”

“Sure.”, Charles grinned, looking between the two, not believing her words.

“You need to go. I’ll join you for breakfast later.”, she was firm, opening the doors in her last attempt to kick him out.

“As much as I would like to hear more about this…”, he made a gesture, motioning between her and Pierre. “I don’t want to interrupt anything.”

Charles winked at her, smirking suggestively as he looked from her to Pierre again.

“Just go.”, she started pushing him through the door.

Charles obliged, moving out of the room, but she could still hear him laugh even after she closed the door. She rested her head on the wall beside it, sighing heavily and closing her eyes. She didn’t want to face Pierre. Not when he looked as good as he looked now, and not after everything that she said and did last night.

“Well, that was an interesting start to the morning.”, Pierre’s voice was low and raspy, sounding sexy as ever.

She still didn’t move, hoping that any second now the planet under her would open up and swallow her whole. Before that could happen, she felt Pierre walking towards her and then suddenly, she felt his arm on her shoulder.

“Are you going to look at me or do you want to hide a bit more?” he teased her.

She didn’t need to turn around to see he was smiling; she could hear it in his voice.

“Can I hide a bit more?” her voice was weak and shaky.

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed.”, Pierre started caressing her back in comforting strokes with his hand. “I quite enjoyed last night. I loved seeing you so loose.”

She winced at his words, remembering once again everything she said since he encountered her in the hallway until she fell asleep in his arms.

“Let’s just pretend last night didn’t happen.”, she said, finally turning around to face him.

Her breath almost got knocked out of her, being faced with his adorable, slight smile and his blue, mesmerizing eyes staring back at her.

“So, you don’t want to finish what we started yesterday?” Pierre raised an eyebrow at her in challenge, asking the question with confidence, but with his smile still faltering a little.

This is exactly why he had put a stop to everything yesterday. He feared that she doesn’t feel the same as him; something that could almost be explained as a gravitational pull towards her. She occupied his mind more often as the time passed and he felt a connection to her; he wanted to explore that more. But, he didn’t want to kiss her when she was drunk, he didn’t want to sleep with her when there was a risk of her not actually wanting it, or regretting it later. Pierre wanted to make her his, but only when she was thinking straight and he was sure that she wanted it as much as he does.

“Do you want to?” she whispered, stunned that he was asking this question.

“I asked first.”, he smirked.

She looked away, not knowing how to respond. Was he asking because he wanted her, or was this some kind of game? What did he want from her?

“I’m sorry I was a mess yesterday.”, she said awkwardly. “And thank you for taking care of me, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to.”, Pierre answered like it was the simplest thing in the world. “But, you still haven’t answered my question.”

“I-I don’t know what you mean.”, she cursed herself for stuttering, looking away from him again. She couldn’t bring herself to lie in his face and Pierre noticed that.

“I asked: do you want us to finish what we started yesterday?” his hand went under her chin, gently turning her head to face him.

“Maybe I do.”, she breathed out, her attention now solely on him.

“So you weren’t just saying stupid things because you were drunk, you really wanted to take me to bed?” Pierre provoked, the corners of his mouth tilting up because he wasn’t able to suppress a smile.

Her cheeks reddened and she wanted to look away, but she was distracted by Pierre’s hand resting on her hip. She didn’t even realize he made a step toward her, she only noticed that their bodies were now touching.

“Don’t tease me, Pierre.”, she whispered, staring at his eyes, trying to figure out if this was some kind of game and if he will laugh at her if she admits to what she wanted.

“You teased me yesterday. I’m only returning the favour.”, Pierre responded, his gaze moving down to her body before his hand shifted to her back and pulled her completely against him, closing even that smallest gap between their bodies.

She had difficulty breathing normally as she felt Pierre pressed against her, his hand holding her firmly, but gently still. His other hand was now cupping her cheek and she wanted desperately for him to lean towards her all the way and close the space between their lips. But, Pierre remained where he was, waiting.

“I want…”, she started, gulping.

Pierre was patient, waiting for her to tell him what she wanted, knowing that he will obey without a second thought.

“…You.”, she finished simply, and that was all he needed to know.

He kissed her finally, pouring out all his emotions into this one act. His lips were soft as they pressed against her, moving tenderly and passionately. Her hands went through his hair, just like they did yesterday, feeling the soft strands underneath her fingertips. She didn’t realize when, but Pierre’s hands were on her waist now, his fingers trailing underneath her shirt. As she felt him slightly pulling away from the kiss, she used this opportunity to nip at his lip and pull a few strands of his hair simultaneously, making him groan in response. The kiss ended with both of them breathless, resting their foreheads against each other’s.

Pierre’s eyes were closed for a few moments and when he opened them, he was met with an amazing sight; her beautiful eyes staring right at him, her cheeks tinted pink and her plump lip slightly open.

“Finally.”, he whispered, smiling.

She chuckled. “Yes, finally. You could’ve done that sooner.”

“I wish I did.”, Pierre admitted. “But, I was scared.”

“I was scared too.”

After the incredible kiss and all the revelations, they just remained like this, in their own bubble. It was almost like time stopped, allowing them to bask in each other’s presence and share this intimate moment without interruptions.

“So…”, she broke the silence, her arms now resting around his neck, playing with his hair. “What now?”

“How about a date?” Pierre smiled at her.

She pretended to think about it, but smiled wide still. “Hm… I don’t know…”

He quirked his eyebrow upwards. “What can I do to convince you?”

“Well…”, she moved her hands to his chest, finally feeling his muscles underneath her palms again, this time while not being drunk. “Didn’t we say something about finishing what I started yesterday?”

Pierre was taken back by her boldness again, but he recovered quickly, grinning almost wolfishly at her. “I love that idea.”

Her hands trailed over his abs now, almost not believing how sculpted his body was, even when she was feeling it first-hand. He explored her body as well, his hands moving underneath her shirt completely. He kissed her neck, effectively caging her against his body and the doors, which she absolutely loved. She felt shivers down her spine. His hands were everywhere while he kept kissing her neck, then moving along her collarbone and eventually to her lips. She felt him squeeze her butt, raising her up, to which she responded by immediately wrapping her legs around his middle.

A sharp knock on the door startled her, feeling the vibrations against her back.

“Charlotte and I are going for breakfast, are you guys joining?” Charles asked in a louder voice when he didn’t hear a response.

“Damn it, Charles. Always coming at the worst times.”, she whispered, making Pierre laugh.

“We’ll be down soon!” Pierre shouted through the doors.

Then he looked at her. “How about breakfast first?”

She nodded, her legs moving to the ground again to stand up. In fact, only now she noticed that she actually felt quite hungry.

“But, we will continue this.”, Pierre warned with a wink, squeezing her backside again for good measure.

“I will hold you to that, Gasly.”

[livingkore]

The Perfect Girl (Part 4)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

TW: drugs, mention of miscarriage (not reader’s though), curse words, silly grammar mistakes ‘cause English is not my first language.

Notes: “A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.” said Gandalf once. Are you excited for vol.2? This chapter is all conversation but it will pay off, I promise.  Also, it goes without saying but check out the songs mentioned down below, they are great. Thank you so much for reading!

It's common knowledge that you can't scream inside your head. It's your own brain manipulating you into believing that your thoughts have a volume you can turn up, but the truth is that there is no sound at all. 

So why did Y/N felt like she would go deaf by the sound of the grandfather clock behind Eddie, when she knew it wasn't really there.

She knew, right?

She just saw a teenage boy floating up in the air the day before. It seemed like she couldn't trust the things she thought to obviously be true. But then, that meant she could only trust her senses.

And the damned clock was there.

She could see it, and she could certainly hear it.

So what did it matter whatever Max had said about Vecna's illusions?

Why was that an illusion and not Chrissy's death? Did that mean she would end up like her friend? Like Patrick?

If they saved Max, they could save her too, right?

What was her favorite song?

"Earth to Y/N!" Eddie exclaimed moving his hand in front of her face. "There you are, are you okay?"

The girl looked at him like she had just smoke the biggest joint ever.

She put her hands on his shoulders and remained there a second too long, staring at the spot where her skin ended and his jacket began.

That was real, right? Y/N couldn't see it, but Eddie was escaping the stare of his new friends like it was the plague. He looked at the trees and then searched for an invisible bird in the sky. She could, however felt his body tense when she finally gave him a hug.

Well, 'hug' has more like a poetic ring to it, it's ambitious, it got an intention. In reality, the cheerleader just threw herself into the boy's arms and let a sob that progressively became a scream of lament.

The others understood.

They all understood what it was to have reality turn upside down in a matter of hours.

Max understood what it was to have someone you care for die in front of you a a bizarre death. She even knew what it was to think you got your days counted. And yet the others understood that she needed Eddie's hug.

Just like the boy needed her touch to convince himself he wasn't guilty of surviving Chrissy, she needed his to convince herself that it wasn't a nightmare and therefore or despite that, she wasn't alone.

Eddie didn't know what to say, nor what to do. He hushed her softly. 

There were moments like that, when he realized he was just a kid deep inside. That all he wanted to do was play D&D with his friends and smoke a joint and perhaps if he had the courage, ask a pretty girl out to a concert or maybe to hang out in the abandoned cabin in the woods if he couldn't sell anything that day.

Eddie knew since he was little that life was unfair, he shouldn't have dare to ask how unfair it could get.

He had to be strong, though. If Harrington could do it, hell -if Wheeler and Henderson were into this mess, he had to be there for them.

"I'm sorry, I'm better now." said Y/N with a dry voice before pulling apart from the boy.

"It's... cool" Eddie raised his hands. 

"We've brought you some chips." Nancy extended a yellow bag "sorry we didn't have money to--"

"Fuck yeah, Wheeler" he released half a laugh, half a sigh in relief "Thank you so much, you could've brought me shit and I'll still eat it, I'm starving!"

"Oh..."the former student frowned trying to be polite "yeah, no problem."

For a moment, all that was heard was Eddie munching on the chips, and Dustin pacing around with his compass and his map murmuring something incomprehensible.

"What are you saying now, Henderson?" Steve asked a bit annoyed but also worried.

"It's impossible, it can't be."

"What's impossible?" asked Max.

"Steve's right the compass is wrong."

"Oh, that's music to my ears." Steve said.

"Is that all you care, huh? Being right?"

"Wait a minute, you didn't left your compass next to a magnet all night, did you?" asked Lucas.

"No..." the boy with a hat suddenly stopped pacing around and shared a look with the young basketball player.

"Okay, so the compass is wrong, I'm right. So what? We should be focusing on Vecna--"

"So what?" repeated Dustin exasperated "If you were more worried about your education rather than just making out with Nancy, you would have known that compasses don't go wrong just because, Steve!"

"Hey!" The eldest Wheeler exclaimed embarrassed.

"The last time it happened, the compasses guided us to the Hawkins National Laboratory."

"But it can't be, right?" Mike asked. "The gate is closed."

"So it means there is another gate open" said Nancy.

"Where Vecna gets out" added Robin.

"And what if..." began Dustin. "... every time Vecna attacks, he opens another gate?"

"Wait--" Eddie frowned confused.

"Then the nearest one would be in the Lover's Lake." informed Y/N.

"Wait a minute, is anyone gonna explain what the fuck is going on?" almost yelled the Dungeon Master.

The younger teenagers shared a knowing look.

"We'll explain everything along the way, we're going to the Lover's Lake." said Dustin. "Are you in?"

Eddie sat down next to his stuff contemplating his answer.

"Hey, hey, hey." stopped them Steve "Munson is still a wanted man, we can't just go for a hike in the woods!"

"Well we gotta stop Vecna somehow." said Lucas.

"I say you're asking me to follow into Mordor" observed Eddie "which -I'm totally straight with you, I think is a really bad idea. But ah... the shire... the shire is burning" he stood up "so Mordor it is."

"What's Mordor?" Y/N could barely hear Steve whispered to himself.

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"...and so we almost lost Max." Concluded Dustin.

"Shit, that's... man, that's a lot" said Eddie while they walked towards the lake.

"It was easier when we had Eleven." commented Mike.

"Yeah, it was" nodded Max.

"Who's Eleven?" asked Munson.

"She's our friend and she has superpowers." explained Dustin once more. "Can't wait for you two to meet her and Will. Oh, you're so gonna like Will."

"Wait--" interrupted the metalhead. "When you say superpowers... you mean like...?"

"Oh, no -yeah, definitely, she can levitate stuff and shit. She's so cool."

Eddie went to look at Y/N in confusion, only to find her leading the way alone, lost in her thoughts.

"I know that look." sighed Dustin.

"What are you talking about?"

"For fuck's sake, Eddie. You're like days away from being search by the whole State, we're literally killing a monster from another dimension and you still manage to fall in love!" whispered the boy with the hat "Teenagers, huh?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Henderson."

"Oh come on, man." Lucas entered the conversation.

"You didn't ask her out, yet?" added Max exasperated.

"I-" frowned Eddie. "I don't... like her?"

"Is that a question?" Mike raised his eyebrows.

"No? We-- we've been through a lot together, that's it."

"Is that why you're walking up to her?" asked Dustin.

"No!" Yelled the Dungeon Master leaving the youngest of the group behind.

By the time Eddie got to her, his hands became sweaty. He just wanted to be by her side, but he didn't know what to talk about.

He was right. They went through a lot together. All they seem to share was a couple of traumatic experiences and weed.

What if she didn't want to talk about it?

He didn't have weed on him, what else did he have to offer?

"Y/N..." he began.

What if she associated him with all the bad stuff that ever happened to her?

Could he blame her for it?

He would leave her if that meant she got out of trouble. Could he?

"Hmm? Yeah?" slowly blinked Y/N.

"I-- I forgot what I was about to say." He smiled shyly and so did the girl. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"Oh..." Y/N looked at the path in front of them. "I was just thinking... you know, about life... do you?"

"Do I what?" he opened his eyes confused.

"Do you think about life in general?"

"Sometimes... always? Especially when it's three in the morning and I ran out of beer, I guess."

Y/N smiled amazed that she could relate so much to someone that until a month ago was a complete stranger.

"I think about it a lot, especially since we’ve met."

"Do you? I mean-- why? Not that it isn't cool, it's totally fine if you--"

"Stop! You're rambling" she managed to giggle.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. I mean, I knew my world was going to collapse the moment I find myself staring at your Ozzy Osbourne creepy poster, but I never thought it would led me to this."

"Sorry again." He began to think that running away from Henderson was a bad idea.

"No! Don't be." She stared at him worriedly. "I-- I know-- I-- I'm having the time of my life, Eddie."

"What?"

"Maybe I'm still in denial and I cannot fully comprehend what has happened at the Lover's Lake, and I cannot start to fully miss Chrissy either because there's a part of me that still believes she will be at our next sleepover -but in the meantime, I learned so much. What is like to have a solid group of friends and have a nice time, and I have to thank you for that."

"Yeah, well..." Eddie searched for the right words. "I thought cheerleaders were boring"

"No way, did I change Eddie Munson's opinion on cheerleaders?"

"You wish. Cheerleaders are boring, but you're not, by the way."

"Oh that's charming." He covered his face with his hands and looked elsewhere. "I thank you for our friendship and I get a 'you're not boring, by the way'?" Y/N put a hand on her chest, a gesture she learned from the boy.

"I only have a bag of chips on my stomach, alright?"

They laughed and the conversation stopped.

They looked like they were sharing an silent understanding of each other conscience. But they weren't, because all Y/N felt was guilt about talking with the boy.

She didn't know if she was going to die, but if she were -she felt like she was stealing Eddie's future happiness by her selfish desire of having a last laugh.

He didn't need that.

He didn't need to know.

He would eventually, but he didn't need that burden right now.

No when all was so knew to him.

Hopefully she would be worrying in vain, but she didn't want to worry the others in vain when they had such a responsibility.

"You know..." Y/N broke the silence. "I've always meant to ask you what's the name of that Cure cassette you have."

"Kiss me, Kiss me, Kiss me?"

"Is that what is called or..." she raised her eyebrows.

"Yes it is called like that!" He gasped audibly "Why are you suddenly so upfront, is this what you get from hanging around Harrington?"

'Because there's literally nothing else I could loose' she thought.

"Are you jealous?"

"Why would I--" he pinched his nose in frustration. "Are you looking for more Cure stuff to listen to?"

"No... well maybe -I mean they're cool. But I wanted that cassette because I miss listening to The Perfect Girl."

"Ugh... such a good song!" Eddie yelled. "You're such a strange girl, I think you come from another world..."

"Right? I think it's my favorite song." 

"Nice choice."

"What's yours?""

My favorite song... I don't know..." he thought for a moment. "Fuck, I think I forgot all the songs in the world." Y/N giggled. "Can I say The Perfect Girl?" asked Eddie.

"Of course not!"

"Well in that case, do you happen to know Alice Cooper?"

"Can't say I had the pleasure, no."

"He has this song 'School's out', such a headbanger. Can't wait for you to listen to it."

"Yeah, me neither."

"Dude, what if we're going back to town?" Robin suddenly asked loudly.

"We're not." assured Nancy.

"But what if we are" insisted the blonde girl. "It's already nighttime and we've arrived nowhere."

"We would've hit the road." said Mike.

"Relax, we've been walking this place for years." said Lucas.

"Yeah, Eleven used to live in a cabin more to the left." added Max

"To the north, you mean." corrected Dustin.

"Whatever, nerd."

"Aha! There it is!" yelled Steve at seeing the end of the forest. "Goddamn, I feel like Alexander The Great or some shit, fuck yeah."

"Alexander The Great?" asked Nancy confused.

"The one that discovered America?"

"That's not--"

"Don't bother, Y/N." interrupted her Dustin. "It's a lost cause."

"I'm right here, you know?." said Steve.

"Yeah, I know."

The sudden space of the clearing, made Y/N feel the familiar pain in her head. Or maybe it was because she remembered running away in shock. Or Patrick's deformed face.

Now all it was left was the moon illuminating the lake and a cold feeling in her bones that made her shiver.

Did the authorities find the body?

"Look there's a boat. We're all set." announced Mike.

"There's room for four people." calculated Steve.

"I'll go, I know the way." informed Eddie getting on the boat.

"You're not going alone." said Y/N while sitting next to him.

"I'll go with you" said Robin. "What? You haven't heard what happened to that couple in this lake like a century ago?"

"We're not--"

"I'm going too." said Nancy rolling her eyes.

"Right so we wait for you and--" began Max.

"I'm going too." announced Steve with a smile.

"What? But you've just said four people!" exclaimed Dustin with frustration.

"Oops. I lied." Steve said sitting on the boat and pushing it towards the center of the lake.

Steve and Y/N rowed and that was all that was heard for a while.

"I think... I think it was here." Y/N said out of breath.

"Do you need some help with that?" asked Robin but the cheerleader denied it with her head.

She knew for a fact that Steve and her were the only ones that had a muscle in their body.

"Yeah... maybe try more to the left?" Eddie squinted his eyes. "I don't know man, it all looks the same."

"You were the first to get in the boat saying you knew the way." sighed Nancy frustrated .But the boy shrugged dramatically.

"Well, technically we're here." the cheerleader put the oar aside.

"Great, so now what? I can't see anything" said Robin.

"Now" explained Steve while he clumsily stood up and took out his shirt "I go down and check out if Henderson's stupid compass is broken for real or if there's a gate."

"What? No!" Exclaimed Nancy.

"Have you lost your mind?" asked Y/N.

"Don't worry about it. I'll go check it and be right back. It won't take me more than -what? thirty seconds? If I'm not back by then, get out of here."

"What do you mean--" began Eddie but he got interrupted by Steve moving the boat by jumping into the water.

They got silent after that.

Nobody would admit it but they were all counting inside their heads at a different pace.

Y/N wanted to count to thirty and see his friend, or just curse to the sky, tell the universe she was right and call for the others. At that point anything would be better than waiting in the middle of the night in a poor old boat, in the place that brought her so many memories.

A sudden splash startled the teenagers.

"I- It's there, it's there" Steve repeated out of breath.

"Steve, are you okay?" asked Y/N and he nodded.

"The gate is there. It's pretty damn big--""And then in a blink of an eye, he disappeared to the bottom of the lake with a violent speed that made the others scream.

"OH MY GOD, STEVE!" yelled the cheerleader.

"FUCK WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?" also yelled Eddie.

"Why is he alwa-- whoa, whoa, whoa -Nance what are you doing?" Robin asked her friend who was already taking her jacket off.

"I'm going in." she plainly said.

"Wheeler that's the worst idea you could have." commented Eddie.

"See ya." 

"WAIT NANCY NO--" Screamed Y/N but it was too late as the boat moved again from side to side when the girl disappeared into the water.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Robin "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Hey, they'll be back--" began the Hakwins sweetheart trying to smile in vain.

"No, they won't!" answered the blonde girl with anxiety on her voice "They won't and I'm so fucking tired of these people playing heroes all the time!"

"They--"

"I'm going in." she concluded.

"What?" Eddie asked as confused as Y/N.

"They won't be able to win a fight on their own, they'll need me."

"Wait, Robin. Can we talk about---"

But again the boat moved and the blonde girl was gone.

"I hate this place so much" Y/N put her face in her hands and closed her eyes tiredly.

Whenever she did, she began to feel dizzy. No matter how many problems may had arise, how many nice conversations she could have with her new friends or how many joints she could smoke with Eddie, the throbbing headache was always there, as a reminder that she couldn't escape the future nor the past.

"I can- you can go to the shore and I'll return here for the others, if you want." the metalhead suggested.

She looked at him and smiled.

She realized he was the only one who could get her to do that, even in the worst place at the worst time. 

What an effect he had on her.

It was crystal clear what she had to do.

"You know..." she began "When we stopped talking -it wasn't the weed what I missed the most. Nor our daily music sessions, although I did miss them a lot "she grinned "I -I may sound crazy but I missed when you used to invite me to your D&D campaigns."

"You... did?" Eddie raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah..." she looked at the moon "You knew I don't get all your nerd stuff and you still wanted me in and I never had that. It was so scary and now, look at us, huh? We survived death who-knows-how-many times."

"It all looks so different, does it." The cheerleader looked at him again.

"It does.” she smiled. ”Anyway, I wanted to say sorry."

"It's okay, I get--"

"I'm sorry, Eddie but I'm going in."

"What?"

"You don't have to--"

"No, no, no, no. You" he pointed at her with his index finger "You're not going in, Y/N."

"I am. We don't know what they are going through in the other side--"

"Exactly! It's a TERRIBLE IDEA!"

"I can't just sit here doing nothing but being selfish!" she stood up and made sure she had one layer of clothes.

"So you'll go and kill yourself? I don’t know but that’s sounding pretty selfish to me!"

"I'm so sorry, Eddie. I always seem to ruin everything." she grimaced.

"Y/N NO!"

She took a long breath and dove into the cold water.

All her senses suddenly woke up, the adrenaline running through her veins made all the pain go away.

She opened her eyes and almost could make the shape of some rocks thanks to the moonlight.

Then she saw it.

A red light that wasn't coming from the sky. She felt her lungs starting to sting so she swam towards the gate hoping she made the right choice.

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.

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(Please don’t be like Steve going around saying Colombus discovered America as if there weren’t people already living there when he arrived. We still love Stevee, tho byee)

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

MR. REIGNS

Prompt: Requested by nonny

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, degradation (name calling), flirting, daddy kink, sir kink, age gap

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @ziasaph , @theworldofotps , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @wickedsunfire , @akiko-tanaka , @aerynscrichton , @sassymox , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @reigns-5sos , @lustyromantic , @auawdo , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @nicolewoo , @writtingrose , @bayley-no-friends

Notes: Disclaimer - For respect purposes, I’ll be using a fictional name for Roman’s daughter on this fic. If you’d like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Masterlist

It’s finally Senior Year - and what a fucking relief that is! No more stressful and endless studying hours, no more busting our asses off for mediocre grades, no more shitty frat parties “and last - but certainly not least- no more breaking up with asshole boyfriends at said crappy parties!

I don’t like younger guys. They’re inexperienced, get flustered easily, and don’t care whatsoever about reciprocating pleasure towards their girlfriends or hookups! I like older men...there's something about them that’s just perfect. “When I first met Amber Reigns, I never imagined that I would be blessed with such an amazing best friend. That’s why I knew it was wrong to have the hots for her father, but c’mon! Have you seen the man? He’s delicious! And I’m made of flesh and blood, therefore I have my weaknesses too. And Mr. Reigns is one of my biggest weaknesses.

“Y/N” Amber peeked her head inside my dorm room “Are you ready? My dad’s waiting for us in the parking lot”

“Yeah, I got everything I need” I said while putting on my backpack

“Do you mind going to the car? I’ll be right behind you, I just need to leave some books at the library, because if I don’t they’ll fine me like twenty dollars” She rolled her eyes in annoyance

I giggled “Sure. But don’t take too long flirting with the library boy” I responded in a teasing tone

She stuck her tongue out and left.

I made my way towards the parking lot and saw him standing there, leaning sexily against his pickup truck. He was wearing an extremely tight black tank top, which did nothing but accentuate his rippling muscles and tanned skin that were on full display. The intricate patterns of his tattoo could be seen from afar, the way the black lines molded to his skin like a shield never failed to turn me on, and a pair of black joggers caressed his strong thighs beautifully. His long, black, silky hair was tied up in a tight knot at the back of his head....the man was a fucking sight for sore eyes!

“Hello, Y/N” He greeted with a smile

“Mr. Reigns” I said shyly

He grabbed my backpack and placed it in the trunk of his car “How are you?”

“I’m good, sir. How are you?”

“Better now” He winked and smirked. And I almost came in my pants

“Where’s Amber?”

“She went to the library to return some books, sir”

“Don’t I get a hug?” He smiled

I awkwardly hugged him as I felt the smell of his cologne filling up my lungs and this weird feeling of wholesomeness took over me

“Let’s get inside the car, it’s too hot out here” He laughed

Amber had invited me to spend this holiday weekend with her family, and since I wasn’t feeling much in the mood to go home, I said yes. The only thing I didn’t know was that she planned on going to Mr. Reigns’ house instead of her mom’s house. Before I could fantasize in my daydreams for too long, Amber had returned from the library and hopped into the vehicle.

“Who will be spending the weekend with us?” Amber asked as she fastened her seatbelt

“Your uncles will be coming tomorrow afternoon with your cousins. Your brother decided to go to his girlfriend’s parents, and your sister is coming over on Sunday” Mr. Reigns replied as he turned onto the highway leading to his home.

During the two hour long ride, Mr. Reigns and Amber spent most of the trip conversing animatedly, occasionally asking me a question or two to keep me from feeling too left out, but I let them mostly catch up amongst themselves.

When we got to his place it was the end of the afternoon, and Mr. Reigns went to the kitchen to cook us dinner. I took the opportunity to shower and change into some clean clothes, nothing fancy though, just a pair of yoga pants and a gray tank top. While Amber was taking one of her famously long baths, I got bored and decided to go downstairs to see what Mr. Reigns was cooking.

“Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He smirked

“Amber is taking a bath” I rolled my eyes in fake annoyance

“Oh great” He grunted, but a smile danced on his lips “That will be quick” He joked, and I laughed in response

“So when is your girlfriend coming?” I asked nonchalantly and leaned against the kitchen island as he chopped some carrots

“Girlfriend?” He chuckled “I know nothing about that”

“How is that possible?” I asked in disbelief

“I don’t need someone in my life in order to be happy, Y/N”

“I’m not saying you do, Mr. Reigns. I’m just saying I find it hard to believe that a man like you doesn’t have a girlfriend”

“And why aren’t YOU spending the holidays with your boyfriend?” He teased

“Boyfriend? I know nothing about that” I mocked

He cackled “And why not? Maybe a boy in college wants to be your boyfriend?”

“I don’t like young guys” I shrugged

“Oh really?” He scooted closer “What do you like then?”

“I like older men”

“How old?” He flirted

The vixen part of my brain woke up once I saw the fire in his eyes “Around your age”

“My age?”

I nodded

“And what does a twenty two year old little girl like you know about men my age?” He licked his lips

“Oh Mr. Reigns...I know a lot” I smirked

………………………………………………………………………………………..

We went to sleep late that night, so the next morning I didn’t even hear Amber calling for me so we could go to the grocery store. When I slowly opened the door of the guest bedroom, I heard Mr. Reigns saying:

“I’ll stay here with her and you go to the store, because God forbid if I forget to buy whatever is your addiction at the moment” He chuckled

“Dad, stop!” She giggled “You’re making me sound like a terrible person, AND it’s Twinkies, ok?”

“Again? I thought it was chocolate with nuts”

“Nope, it’s Twinkies now, and just for that, I’ll buy an extra box just to piss you off” She laughed deviously and left out the door.

When her car left towards the highway, I saw Mr. Reigns going up the stairs and coming towards my guest bedroom. I quickly went to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth.

Mr. Reigns slowly opened the door of my room as I was leaving the bathroom.

“So you’re awake?”

“I woke up when Amber was leaving”

“Why didn’t you go to the store with her?”

“Wasn’t feeling like it. Why are you in my room, Mr. Reigns?”

“I came to check on you”

“Why? Do I need someone watching over my sleep?” I laughed

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok, Y/N”

With a smirk on my lips, I said “So you had no other intentions AT ALL?”

“Would you like me to have other intentions?” He chuckled

“Who wouldn’t?”

“You know this is wrong, right?”

“If I heard it correctly, Mr. Reigns, you were the one who wanted to stay behind, and you are the one who came up here” I shrugged

“Touché” He pushed me down on the bed, and covered my body with his

“If it’s so wrong, why are you doing it, sir?”

“Because” He licked his lips “Everything that is forbidden tastes sweeter, don’t you think?”

I giggled while my hands dipped inside his white t-shirt “That’s your shitty excuse?” And chuckled “C’mon, I know you can do better than that”

He cackled “Maybe...or maybe it’s the truth” His hands pulled my satin shorts down “I’ve thought about this ever since I first saw you”

“So why did it take you so long to do something about it?”

“I wanted to make sure you felt the same” His lips brushed against mine

“We better hurry up before someone gets here”

“It takes two and a half hours to get to the store and back, baby. We’ve got plenty of time” He smirked and kissed my lips deeply.

His full lips tasted like caramel coffee, something he drank every morning without a fail. I undid his perfect bun and let his black, silky hair fall upon his shoulders as we kissed. Moaning into the kiss, I pulled his hair while I wiggled my hips, which made him groan.

“So eager” He slapped my ass “I like that. Makes me wanna fuck you even harder”

He took my wrists and locked them on top of my head while rubbing his bulge against my core.

“Please, daddy” I moaned “Please fuck my pussy”

He growled at my pleading and pulled his joggers down quickly. Roman teased my clit with his tip, sliding it up and down my folds, applying more pressure every time he hit my little nub.

“No more teasing, Mr. Reigns... Please...”

Roman smirked and slid in me with one soft thrust.

“Fuck” We moaned together

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he filled my core like nothing else. His size was beyond perfect to me and I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure any longer.

“That’s my good little slut, moan for the one who owns this pussy” He pulled all the way out, until just the tip was in, and then he went in again with a rough thrust

“Oh yes, Mr. Reigns. Keep going please” I moaned loudly

He gripped me by the neck and chuckled “Such a needy whore! I love seeing what I can do to you. The power I have over you...How you lose yourself while I fuck you” He slapped my ass vigorously “You’ve been waiting a long time to have me in you, haven’t you, my sweet whore?”

“Yes, sir” I panted

“Then tell me! Who’s my filthy little slut?”

“Me, daddy”

He snarled before fucking me faster “Say it!”

“I’m your filthy little slut, sir” Tears started to gather in my eyes, as I could feel overstimulation being so close

“Then cum for me, like a filthy, little, slut” He whispered in my ear, while pinching my clit.

It didn’t take him long to reach his high, and Roman quickly pulled out and spilled his seed on my mound.

He leaned down and captured my lips in a sweet kiss

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up” Roman looked up at the clock and continued “And if we’re quick enough in the shower, we can have another round before someone gets here”

He picked me up in his arms, bridal style and whispered

“I still need to taste this pussy or else I’m gonna become a mad man” He smirked when I gasped

And ran towards the bathroom.

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[rozcdust]

My love is a sniper

Pairing: Kakucho Hitto x gn!reader

Genre: Crack, a bit of angst

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Canon divergent, violence, murder, substance abuse, profanity, Reader is killer for hire

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

Being a good little hitman, you arrived two hours early to the job, mostly to prove to yourself (and maybe Draken) you were, in fact, not irresponsible but a good and useful member of the community.

Suck on that, Draken.

Looking up at the cloudy sky, you prayed it won’t rain. It’s been cold and cloudy these past few weeks, and you really didn’t need water fucking your baby up.

As you pulled out your set up, gently pulling out your rifle and setting it down, basically handling it like an infant, you couldn’t shake the thought on the back of your head. That fucking tattoo. You’ve seen it before, you’re sure, but where? And why can’t you remember?

Borderline saving you from your own train of thoughts, your colleague for the day arrived.

10 words in, you already hated him.

He was a cocky old bastard, with gray hair and too many wrinkles to count. He introduced himself, but in one ear and out the other it went. Quite frankly, he reminded you of a business man you once curb stomped. It took all of your mental energy to not throw the old fucker off the fucking building right then and there. Taking a deep breath, and like a civilised little murderer, you opted for a more passive option.

Silently judging him on his rifle of choice and the fact he didn’t even check the fucking scope wasn’t as full filling as you hoped.

“So, you’re Trickshot, eh? You don’t look like what I imagined.” The man’s voice, despite being calm and deep, drilled inside your skull.

Looking up from your scope with murderous intentions in your eyes, you put on a tight smile.

“Oh yea? The fuck did you imagine?”

He lit up a cigarette, offering you one. You accepted it, snatching the lighter from him when he tried to light it for you.

“Someone older. Maybe a big ol’ mean guy with a buzzcut and prison tattoos.” He laughed as if he said something remotely amusing.

Your deadpan stare did nothing to shut him up.

Checking your wristwatch, you saw you had about 20 more minutes before your targets are supposed to arrive.

Perfect time to check over those files you dumped on your dining table and forgot about until the day of the job.

For being a well respected and established person in your industry, you sure procrastinated the boring parts as long as possible.

“Seriously? Did you not check who you’re supposed to shoot beforehand? How’d you even become a top dog with work ethic like that?”

Ignoring his yapping, your eyes quickly scanned over the names and faces, remembering only the most important info.

“Bonten, huh? Interesting bunch. ” You mumbled to yourself, rummaging through you head if you’ve ever heard of them. All your brain came up was a huge middle finger.

“Do you not know who Bonten is?” The old bastard sounded genuinely surprised.

You looked up from your file, one dedicated to a pink haired man with a mullet. He was cute, shame he’ll be a corpse soon.

‘Shame he isn’t Kakucho’ your brain helpfully supplied, but you decided to ignore it.

“Am I supposed to?” You hoped your voice showed your distain.

“They’re the gang ruling Japan, top tier of top tier, do you never read the news?”

“I prefer to consult tarot cards and moon phases.”

He snorted. “You and your generation, so self centred.”

Rolling your eyes, you went over another two files, comparing them quickly. Brothers. How nice! At least their family will get to have a joint funeral.

Only if you could remember where you saw that fucking tattoo before.

Flipping to the next file, you felt your heart drop, and a realisation dawned upon you.

You wanted to punch yourself. Of course you knew that tattoo, you stared at it almost daily for the past half a year.

The face of your ex stared back at you from the paper, every wheel inside your head turning.

Kakucho, what the fuck.

He never told you he was affiliated with the biggest gang in Japan, hell, he was fucking number 3! Which sure, you guess that made sense, you weren’t exactly open about your line of business either, but why did he then- why? Did he think you’d be scared of him? Did he think you’d think he’ll hurt you?

Even after the shitty way he broke up, you knew he’s never intentionally harm you. He was always shockingly gentle, he always told you to lock your doors and be careful walking alone and call him when you got home, he’d never-

Your brain kept repeating the last message he sent you, trying to put the puzzle together.

I’m not who you think I am. I’m not who you think I am. I’m not-

Oh.

You could practically see the lightbulb lighting up above your head.

So, he thought he was protecting you.

Why’d your type have to be pretty men with DVD logo bouncing inside their empty fucking skulls?

You let out a frustrated screech, throwing the file across the building roof. You were now pissed. A month of radio silence and intense emotional anguish, for something that could be explained in three texts? Seriously, Kakucho?

Your colleague looked at you, clearly irritated.

“What the fuck is-“

“One more word out of your damn mouth and I will beat your face in.” You interrupted him, too pissed off at this point to listen to his bullshit. Were you angry at Kakucho or yourself? You weren’t sure.

He snorted. “As if you’d dare-“

And dared you did.

5 minutes, one corpse and blood spattered all over you later, you took a deep breath, lighting up another cigarette.

Maybe Inui was right about those anger management classes.

Checking the wrist watch again, and seeing it’s almost time, you looked down from the building to see your client and targets walking in the building.

Well. This will be awkward.

Rindou was really, really tempted to go to the nearest pet store, get a cute customised collar with Kakucho’s name and put the bastard on a fucking leash.

At this point, just to make sure the idiot gets out alive, more than anything. They were meeting their rivals today, the gang they had a lot of disputes with over weapons trafficking, so it had potential to get messy.

Mikey told them to be careful, this could be a set up to get them killed, pay attention, be prepared to shoot on sight, yada yada da. Rindou wasn’t listening to the whole speech, but he got the gist.

Unlike certain someone.

And since the universe hated him, Rindou got the honour of having to watch both his and Kakucho’s back, the boss giving it to him personally, because at that point it was clear even to Mikey his number 3 will die if left unsupervised.

So now, he was standing next to Kakucho, his entire attention on his surroundings. They met up even, 7 Bonten, 7 Dragonflys, so if shit went down, it had potential to be fair fight.

Only if Kakucho wasn’t so useless. God, it took all restraint Rindou had to not kick that sad look off his face.

The meet up seemed to go smoothly, until gun sales were brought up.

“We want 50% of all the gun sales and 30% cut of drug trafficking.” The leader, Taro, spoke calmly, but it did little to fool anyone. He was obviously stressed.

Good.

“Absolutely fucking not. We handle the majority of both transport and sales. The fact traffickers have to pass a portion of your territory means nothing.” Kokonoi retorted, annoyance clear on his face. Who does this bitch think he is, tryna fuck with Koko’s earnings?

“Well then.”

A tight smile smile spread on Taro’s face.

“Suit yourself.”

The sound of shattering glass and bodies hitting the floor brought Kakucho back to reality.

[devilyn]

leave a message at the tone | kuroo tetsurou

— alexa, play: stay by kid laroi ft. justin bieber

I do the same thing I told you that I never would I told you I'd change, even when I knew I never could I know that I can't find nobody else as good as you I need you to stay, need you to stay, hey

— synopsis: kuroo can't stop drinking, and only realizes what he cares about most when you're gone. — genre: angst, happy endings, sad kuroo — word count: 1.6k

He knew he shouldn’t have done this again. Drinking late at night and stumbling home in the dark. He knew you’d give him that look again. That same look you gave him each night you’d gently rub his back while he threw up, and each morning while begging him to stop going out so often.

He knew, but it was like he couldn’t control himself. He could escape daily life when he drank--pretend like he was satisfied with himself and didn’t have an ounce of responsibility. Yet, when he sobered up, you’d always be right there, laying in bed next to him and fast asleep. With your presence always came the overwhelming guilt of being a burden to you, and dragging you down with him.

As he kicked his shoes off, he heard you shuffling around on the couch. When he looked up, you were already standing in front of him and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. His vision blurred, and he couldn’t help but drunkenly smile at the sight of you.

“I’m leaving.”

It took his inebriated brain a few seconds to process your words, but when he did, his smile dropped instantly.

“What do you--”

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve asked you to stop this,” you cut off his slurred words. Now that he was looking closer, through his blurred vision, he could see the redness in your eyes and the familiar swelling in your lower lip where you bit down to try and suppress your cries.

“I’ve had enough, that’s all I can really say now,” you continued, voice shaky and hands trembling. Kuroo swayed a bit on his feet, still trying to process what was happening right in front of his eyes.

“Wait--” he struggled to grab your hands, fumbling a bit, even though you didn’t bother to resist. “Please, I’ll be better. I’ll--I’ll drink less often, I’ll come home earlier--”

“You say that all the time,” you told him calmly, “but nothing ever changes, does it?”

He was afraid. He’d rather you yell and scream at him, call him a piece of trash and abandon him fully. Tell him he ruined your life and you never wanted to see him again.

But you didn’t. You never would.

“I really loved you,” you said instead through tears, “I’m sorry.”

Loved. Loved. Loved...?

He stood still, unable to say anything more as you pulled your hands out of his own and flashed him a watery smile. You grabbed your packed suitcase that he didn’t even realize was sitting right by the door, and slipped past him.

Out of his apartment with you, and out of his life.

Kuroo couldn’t remember how the rest of the night went. When he woke up the next morning, he felt the familiar urge to vomit and quickly stumbled to the toilet.

A nightmare, he thought while washing his face after throwing up anything he might’ve consumed in the last 12 hours. It must’ve been a nightmare. He’d walk back to his bedroom, and you’d be lying there on your side of the bed, half awake and waiting for him to come back to sleep.

But when he trudged back to the bedroom, his heart sank to his feet when he saw it was empty.

He must not have noticed the night before--must’ve passed out before he could even register what had happened--but every semblance of you was gone. Your clothes, your familiar knick knacks, your favorite pillow, even polaroids and pictures you’d set up of you and him--they were all gone.

How cruel of you. You didn’t leave anything behind for him to remember you by.

His hand weakly smoothed over your side of the bed, where he remembered you were just yesterday morning. His head throbbed as he recalled the way you gently kissed his forehead while murmuring something about making him a cup of coffee.

Kuroo laid in bed for the rest of the day, eyes closed, and not bothering to drink water to soothe his dry throat or take any painkillers for the pounding in his head.

Maybe it was his way of repenting for his mistakes in your relationship. For hurting you, and for chasing you away because he couldn’t give up the numbness that came from alcohol.

Now, it seemed he didn’t need it anymore. The next day, when he monotonously went through the motions of going to his classes, eating lunch, completing his assignments, and studying for his exams, he no longer felt anything.

There was something missing inside of him. Something that left him feeling empty. His pen moved over the paper as he took notes, but something didn’t feel right. His fingers flew over the keys as he typed up a report for his professors, but something was off. His lips parted, and he chewed his food as he usually did, but something was different.

When he glanced at his phone for the first time later that night in his empty apartment just to check the time, he realized.

Tears pricked at his eyes at the sight of his lock screen. Your bright smile, right next to his own.

Maybe that was when it finally hit him. You were gone. You had left him.

Kuroo buried his face in his hands, the dinner he bought left abandoned on the dining room table as he sobbed into his palms.

You gave him what he wanted. That numbness he was chasing after was here to stay, because you took a piece of his heart with him when you left.

“I’m sorry--” he mumbled to your voicemail later that night, just hours before his next class would begin at 8am. “I should’ve listened to you. Running away from my problems really doesn’t help.”

He could picture you scolding him over lunch, telling him that drinking would only help him hide from his life for so long. Telling him you were there for him, and you could get through this together.

Together.

God, he wished so badly the two of you could be together right now.

“I just wanted to apologize,” he told your voicemail again the next night, “...for taking advantage of you being by my side, and not cherishing you while I could.”

Everyday was the same without you. Eat, study, sleep, eat, repeat. Sometimes, his eyes would instinctively search for you in places he knew you two used to frequent together. Sometimes, he’d see you sitting next to him at the dining table at home. You’d look up from your phone and smile at him, and when he blinked, you’d be gone.

“That night, you apologized,” he murmured over the phone on another night to someone he wasn’t even sure was listening. He lost track of how many messages he’d left you. “It was never your fault. I just want you to know that. You did...everything you could.”

A few weeks after you left, he finally spotted you on campus. Your back was to him, but he recognized you regardless. The sight of you for the first time in such a long time warmed his heart. For a second, Kuroo contemplated calling out to you.

But you quickly disappeared in the crowd of busy students who could care less about the brokenhearted man standing in the center of campus.

And he clutched at his chest.

“I stopped drinking,” he admitted quietly in another message while laying in bed, “I have you to thank for that. I know it’ll never make up for anything, and I know it won’t bring you back, but...I like to think you’d be proud of me.”

He threw out every half-empty bottle of vodka that he’d hidden from you a few nights after you left. Somehow, it felt good to let go of something he was dependent on for so long.

He hoped that even if you weren’t here with him, you’d hear his message and you’d be happy for him.

“I love you,” he finally confessed in what he told himself would be his last voicemail, “I know you said you loved me, but I--I still love you. I’m sorry...you won’t hear from me again. I’m sorry for everything.”

He was sleeping better now. Before, there were nights where he’d stay up the whole night imagining what life could be like if you had stayed by his side.

Now, he’d close his eyes, and tell himself you were happier without him.

“I’m coming over. I hope your schedule hasn’t changed.”

He never expected to get a text from you. He also never expected for you to actually show up with an expression filled with relief when he opened the door.

For a second, Kuroo just took you in. It felt like years since he last saw your face, but you looked as beautiful as ever. You still used the same body wash he had contemplated buying just to smell like you when you first left, and you still had that familiar habit of fumbling with your fingers when you were nervous.

“...hi,” he greeted you quietly, and you smiled softly up at him.

“Hey,” you responded, reaching up to gently cup his cheek.

He instinctively leaned into your touch, relishing in the feeling of your skin against his own as his eyes closed.

“You still love me?” you asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Kuroo responded, eyes still closed, “I do.”

He heard you sigh, and he opened his eyes to see your weak smile as you took his hands into your own.

“...alright. Then let’s start over.”

He squeezed your hands, the coldness in his heart quickly washing away as tears started to well up in his eyes.

“...you’ll stay?” he asked tearfully as you reached up to gently wipe his tears away.

“I’ll stay.”

He wrapped his arms tight around you, his face buried in your hair as he cried.

Your hands gently rubbed his back, and quietly to himself, Kuroo hoped that you’d stay forever.