#then he went and caught feelings... whadda fuck man....

[transhoverfish]

I made this a long time ago and I thought it was worth showing

It's definitely not accurate because everyone imagines the characters differently - like Bart is no longer 19 y.o. boy, Ryley never shows any emotion in the game (except pain when attacked, but that's all) and Avery was most likely just annoyed that they had to look for the Aurora instead of continuing in the Sunbeam's travel.

They have almost no background/backstory so it kinda gives people the freedom to create their own stories to the characters (not just these three, but all the others from Subnautica and BZ)

(This was made in August, I think, and my own views on their personalities changed a bit)

But I always wonder about what others think they are like so some HC is welcomed with open arms.

SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS BUT BROO THIS IS SO GOOD... I NEED TO MAKE ONE MYSELF FOR THESE THREE TBH?? OK SO ANYWAYS HERES JUST A BUNCH OF NONSENSE THOUGHTS I HAVE:

-honestly ive never rlly thought of pet names they'd have? there's only a few i care for and i can't rlly imagine any of them calling another person like. baby or honey.

-on the OTHER HAND. nicknames is absolutely my favorite way to show affection. i like to think that marg CONSTANTLY using nicknames (like she never calls bart or paul or robin by their names ever??) rubbed off on bart so now he also uses nicknames way too much (do i actually write this in?? i don't remember. i make up new ideas constantly. pretend i did.)

-ryley probably also uses nicknames sometimes, but avery tends to just use first names. he's fancy like that. (but also sometimes u just gotta call ryley ry. thems the rules)

-anytime any arguments or anything like the Jeffrey Situtation comes up, the three of them have pretty different reactions. ryley is Big of Heart, Dumb of Ass, and forgives basically any treatment or misgivings almost instantly. very attached and rarely gets into arguments in the first place bc he is so easy to compromise with and also super open?

-bart is. the opposite. although he also doesn't usually get into arguments, this is not due to being open. it is because he bottles up Every Negative Feeling and refuses to bring things up (this is a paul trait, thanks for the terrible coping mechanisms paul) if you DO manage to get him upset enough (a man has been murdered in lego city, oh god my dad's still alive but he doesn't seem to like me after all) then he lets out a lot of festered bitterness and maybe has a panic attack. often tries to act tough or completely ok in scenarios, but then one tiny set back makes him break down. will try to physically fight someone for causing pain to someone he knows completely fine, and then starts crying for an hour because like, roman said something that MIGHT have been a little harsh if you really really read into it (im projecting 😳)

-and avery is somewhere the middle to rein those two back in from Forgiving the Actual Murderer and Pretending to Not Be Sad over Daddy Issues. the most willing to genuinely talk about something, but also doesn't stand for anything genuinely harmful to anyone. he's like that one john mulaney bit about his wife dealing with conflict for him.

-all three of them are also incredibly affectionate. like beyond affectionate. bart will talk/listen to ppl for HOURS without getting bored, ryley is super physically affectionate (cuddle him and he'll give his life for you), and avery adjusts depending on how the other person shows affection. like super well. he can instantly go from Ryley Cuddle Feast to just a nice friend to sit quietly 3 feet apart from and watch the sunrise. he's just a dad friend through n through.

-ryley would DEFINITELY be the one to confess first. he blurts out things constantly and is also incredibly open and honest anyways. bart is too afraid of admiting to emotions to say anything about anything unless heavily prompted. (he has lost a lot, ya know? he's terrified of losing even more.)

-SORRY TO END IT ON A SAD NOTE BUT TUMBLR WONT LET ME ZOOM IN ON THE PICTURE AND I HAVE A V POOR MEMORY...ENJOY MY RANDOM SCREAMING THO I HOPE??

[angelamajiki]

Damn that Bully Dabi and Hawks fic was an amazing read! I love it when you write them full on bastard mode!

Pro Hero Bakugou sexually harassing his weak quirkless secretary who does her very best at her job. She's good at it but Bakugou always looks mad (read: sexually frustrated). High on success after a good rescue, he wants to celebrate....

OR

Cop Bakugou sees a pretty little thing outside a club. She looks sus so he decides she needs a pat down. Maybe he'll plant something to blackmail her into doing certain favors. Very bully, very bastard Bakugou.

PARINGS: Pro Hero! Bakugou x Secretary! Quirkless! AFAB! Reader

CW: yandere, dubcon/noncon, dirty talk, choking, cunnilingus, overstimulation, scumbage bakugou, use of the word rape, quirkless reader, size difference, age gap, death threats, sexual harrassment, bullying, mindbreak, masturbation, office sex

AN: I’ll probably write the cop Bakugo at some point too! For now, mind the tags and enjoy :)

They say to never meet your idols and in retrospect, you wished you would have listened.

Try as you might, it seemed like Mr. Dynamight was never satisfied with your work. Admittedly, you joined his agency as his office secretary based on having a crush on the pro, but you assumed his brash nature would calm down in an office setting. You did everything he asked, obediently followed his every word, which was all met with harsh glares and what you thought were dissatisfied grunts.

Surely you thought it wouldn't be about your being quirkless, but rumors were high strung in the office about the blonde’s feeling towards those without quirks. It would explain the harsh glares and judgment he passed on you despite your work effort.

The man even went as far as to ask for your personal phone number, only to leave scathing voicemails whenever you couldn't show up to work or miss out on work gatherings he put together. You couldn't help but flush at the thought of him missing your presence. Maybe you were just bad at reading his signals? Or maybe he was just hell-bent on bullying you more than the rest of the staff.

The job paid very well, so you couldn't exactly up and leave based on his behavior. However, you did notice how...handsy Mr. Dynamight has become with you. It was subtle at first, brushing shoulders in the hallways, letting his fingers ghost against yours when he handed you paperwork.

It soon escalated to always having a hand on your shoulder, holding your hips when he had to brush behind you, towering over you from behind your chair when you showed him something. You couldn't say that you weren't flattered, but his rough demeanor remained.

It started becoming uncomfortable when he made passes at you, making sure you were cornered and alone when he did.

“C’mon, am I really that fuckin’ intolerable that you can't get lunch with me, pipsqueak?”

You assumed that he was just messing with you, so you always turned him down with a flushed face and ran back to your desk, leaving him blue balled and more desperate by the day. There's no way a pro hero like him would actually be interested in someone quirkless and weak like yourself.

But that's the reason why he liked you anyway. So small, so weak, so obedient, so perfect for him to fuck up. God, if he didn't want just to rip your tiny pencil skirt to threads and spear you on his cock like no tomorrow. A pretty thing like yourself shouldn't be working. No, no, no. You should be at home, in his home in his bed with his ring on your finger. You belong to him, don't you see that?

Katsuki only ever gives you the time of day, not those other stupid bitches who crawl up his ass every morning trying to get a crumb of attention. And what do you do with his precious time? Waste it. Always whining about how you really shouldn't, that he shouldn't be seen with someone like you. As if he gives a fuck about what the media has to say.

He even checks up on you when you're not at work! Isn't he such a gentleman? Sure, he's a bit vulgar, but he's trying to show he cares. But if you want to act like a stuck-up bitch, then he’ll gladly treat you like one.

After a particularly tough fight with a villain, the blonde wanted nothing more than to use and abuse you to get some steam off his chest. It was late, but he prayed to whatever gods were out there that you were still in the office. He left you a voicemail for good measure, hoping that you would do what you always did best and stayed obedient for him.

It was locked up for the night, but he could see your office light on from the street. Perfect. Such a good girl for him. Little did he know that you stayed late quiet often.

You hadn't even seen his previous call come through; you were too busy listening to an old one with plenty of derogatory terms being spat your way. A hand shoved in your skirt, you couldn't help but finger yourself the sound of his voice calling you moronic for skipping out of work. Mr. Dynamight was your childhood crush after all, you had jerked off to plenty of interviews of him in the past. Sure, it was creepy but no one had to know. The older man was so big, so strong and handsome. You couldn't help but feel fuzzy from the voicemail, even if it was degrading you, it was for you alone.

Speak of the devil and he will appear.

“Well, shit. Whadda we have here, pipsqueak?”

A rough chuckle came from behind you as he pulled your desk chair out and swiveled towards him.

“Caught ya red-handed, huh? Who knew you were such a little slut for me.”

Taking the phone from your hand, he hung it up on the receiver and took your hand out of your panties. He snatched your fingers greedily in his mouth and sucked your wetness off of him.

“You know what, I’m feeling a bit hungry. And you taste like something in the vein of what I’m tryin’ to have for dinner.”

Katsuki devoured you in a hungry kiss, lifting you out of the chair and onto your desk. He tossed aside the papers messily and spread your legs to see your slick moistening your sheer tights and panties.

“Bend over and spread that fuckin’ pretty pussy for me, pipsqueak.”

You shook your head, already feeling humiliated enough by being caught with your pants down, literally.

“That wasn't a question, that was a command, you bratty bitch. What happened to your manners?”

God did his words stir something deep inside you. Waiting was no longer a priority; catching you like this was proof enough in his mind that you were just playing hard to get.

“You should consider yourself lucky that I want you to sit on my face, you know that? I have bitches trying to get on my dick every day, but it only gets hard for you, pipsqueak.”

“I-I thought you didn't like quirkless people!”

“It's all the more reason I want to be balls deep in your cunt right now. So weak and pathetic, it's fucking cute.”

You could feel yourself tighten around nothing just at his words. He was right, you were just a pathetic plaything for him. Not hesitating any longer, he ripped off your skirt and threw it behind the both of you. Your tights also got ripped to shreds, leaving you in your blouse and panties.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He muttered, mostly to himself as he took your panties off and pocketed them. For later, he thought.

Katsuki didn't hesitate to spit on your already wet cunt before diving into his meal. Each stroke of his tongue sent fire straight to your core, each suckle of his lips drew a whimper from your mouth. Hips bucked into his mouth before he held them down, using just one hand to cover your torso. So small and petite for him, how cute would you be up against his massive form.

“M-Mr. Dynamight!”

“Heh, so fuckin’ cute. Call me Katsuki, sweet thing. Or daddy, if you're nasty like that.”

Your hips were held taught against his face, not allowing you to squirm or inch away from his searing tongue fucking your hole. He continued to ravage you with his mouth, pulling away only a few times to give your pussy a nice spank. Groaning into your cunt, he stroked himself at the same time.

Humiliation had dissolved into pleasure as he serviced you, tears springing in your eyes as he gripped his head tightly with your hands and thighs. Having already masturbated before getting caught, it didn't take long for him to make you see stars and roll your eyes into the back of your head.

“K-Katsuki, I’m cumming!” You shouted, squirting onto his tongue as your body shook around his head. Your fingers threaded deeply into his hair and tugged as he continued to work his tongue into your hole, riding out your orgasm.

He didn't stop, though.

“Too much, it's too much!”

“I’ll stop when I’m finished, little girl.”

You tried to push his head away, but he gripped your wrists from under your legs and had you pinned against his mouth, shaking and screaming from overstimulation. Once he brought you another good nut, he pulled away and gave your clit a kiss, chuckling when you jumped.

Standing up, he pushed his mask up to pull his back and took his rock-hard cock from his pants. He spat on your dripping hole once again before lining up his fat head with it.

Katsuki hissed as he sank himself into your cunt, holding your hips in place as you whined and squirmed under him, still overly sensitive. God, were you gripping him in all the right ways. Your legs around his waist, your hands on his forearms, and your cunt around his cock.

“Relax, pipsqueak, or I’ll end up breaking you.” He chuckled. “But you might like that, huh?”

Seeing your teary, fucked out face while teasing you? He nearly jizzed himself on the spot. But he had to hold out for you. A choked gasp was all you could respond with as he got right in your face, breath tickling your cheeks as he looked in your eyes.

“Such a dirty slut, getting off to the sound of my voice. It's better in person, isn't it?”

“D-Daddy!”

Was all you could whine as his thumb made his way to your clit, drawing slow, gently circles with his roughed-up finger.

“Oi, oi, oi, did I break ya already, pipsqueak? Y’know, you coulda just asked for my cock like a good girl if you were gonna get this drunk off it.”

His hips slowly drew back, almost pulling out all the way before slamming back in, earning a squeal from you.

“Or maybe you wanted me to take you by force? Show ya what the fuck happens to quirkless little girls who tease their fuckin’ man so much that he just has to come and take their little cunt to show ‘em who’s boss, eh?”

You couldn't help but tighten around him from his words, squirming under his hot breath as he started to grind his hips up into yours slowly.

“Good girl, letting daddy rape your cunt so willingly.”

Katsuki chuckled, sealing a hot kiss on your mouth while he gripped your throat. His hips began to piston in and out of your pussy, thick veins grinding against your spongy walls.

His brutal kisses swallowed your moans and tears while he squeezed your throat. His other thumb continued to swipe against your clit in fast motions, causing your to clamp down and flutter against his thick cock.

“Shoulda known you were a whore from the start, wearing those skirts that hugged ya in all the right places. Bending over and letting me touch you how I pleased, it's like you wanted this to happen.”

The pace of his thrust increased as he started to chase his orgasm, holding your throat and hips down to use you like the hole he knew you were. He growled and snarled into your mouth as he choked you, even more, watching the blood flood to your face.

“Yeah, baby, I've got your life in my hands now. If you won't be mine, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Then nobody can have you.”

“Y-Yours! I’m yours!” You managed to gasp out, gripping his forearm and digging your nails into it, hoping he’ll let you up for air

“Damn straight, now cum for me, you quirkless little bitch.”

The haziness from the lack of air and the pleasure pooling in your gut sent you over the edge a third time, making you cry out his name as you came. Katsuki was right behind you, eyes screwed shut and practically foaming at the mouth as he came deep inside you, finally letting you breathe once he finished himself off.

You sputtered and coughed, desperate to fill your lungs with air as he pushed some stray hairs out of your face.

“Ya did good, pipsqueak.”

He praised, giving your ass a spank before pulling out and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“You’re coming home with me, so don't worry about the mess.”

“By the way, you're fired.”

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[soft--dragon]

Teaching Your Brother A Lesson

Based on this prompt here :)

Word Count: 1,259

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

"LET'S GET MY OTHER VLOG GUN!" Tommy yelled, a wide grin on his face as he gleefully waved around the plastic nerf gun.

He viscously tore into the packaging, explaining cheerfully that; "I bought this from an arcade!"

The chat flew past as he raved on. Some were warning Tommy of possibly getting Wilbur evicted, others telling him to keep screaming, and some wondering why Tommy was streaming from Wilbur's computer.

"Wilbur doesn't actually know that I've came in this office" Tommy caught sight of one of the messages asking why he was there. "I don't think…"

A sudden banging noise made him flinch and look up with a startled; "The fuck was- what the-" he realized what was causing the ruckus

"Yeah?" Tommy called out to Wilbur who was mouthing something at him on the other side of the door, jiggling the handle. "Hey hey no it's locked it's- hey hey come in!" Tommy snarked with a grin but nervous eyes. Wilbur looked pissed.

Tommy masked his worry with his usual bravado. "Whadda ya want?! Where's the camera-" Tommy quickly tried to turn the camera to face Wilbur who looked close to breaking down the door.

"Whadda ya want bitch?! I've got a gun!" Tommy warned loudly, streaming persona at its peak chaotic energy. But it quickly disappeared when Wilbur managed to get the door open. "Oh...hey…" Tommy greeted nervously.

Wilbur stormed into the room with a hiss of "What the fuck? What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm gonna shoot you bitch!" Tommy shot back with a grin then noticed Wilbur's dark look making his heart sink. He didn't want to upset Wilbur, he thought it would've been funny… "What- what?" He worriedly asked, making himself a little smaller in the gaming chair.

"How'd you get my wallet?" Wilbur asked, approaching the table. "Are fucking streaming?!"

Tommy laughed, aiming the gun and attempting to shoot Wilbur who disarmed him in a flash. He pushed Tommy's shoulder down to keep him firmly in the chair.

"Tommy there are seventeen thousand people watching this!" Wilbur stared at the amount of viewers while Tommy smiled nervously.

"Well- well it was funny- Wilbur I'm sorry-" Tommy tried to explain but the look Wilbur gave him shut him up.

"I'm sorry everyone" Wilbur turned back to the webcam, voice still a little dark but genuine. "I'm sorry Tommy dragged you out to this, I'm sorry he wasted your time."

Wilbur gave Tommy a side eye, watching the boy grin apprehensively. "C'mon man" Wilbur grumbled.

"Wilbur I'm sorry-" Tommy tried.

"No, shush" Wilbur poked Tommy's stomach to shut him up.

To his surprise, Tommy squeaked and curled in on himself, a wide smile pulling on his lips. Wilbur paused, staring at Tommy before raising an eyebrow. "Oh, what's this?"

Tommy went a bit pink, pressing himself to the chair. "What's what?" He asked nervously, covering his stomach quickly.

Whether it was instinct or to confirm Wilbur's suspicions, Wilbur found it very endearing. He smirked. "Are you ticklish Tommy?"

Tommy giggled a little, shaking his head. "N-Noho, I'm not-"

Wilbur leaned down and smirked. "I think you're lying," he growled lowly.

Tommy giggled again, louder this time. "I'hihim nohohot" he insisted.

Wilbur clicked his tongue. "I don't believe you."

His fingers slipped past Tommy's arms and pressed into the boy's sides, vibrating them aggressively. Tommy squealed loudly in response, twisting in the chair and kicking the heels of his feet against the floor.

"FUHUhuhuck! Wihihilbhuhur!" He yelped, eyes squeezing shut against the sensations.

Wilbur chuckled, rubbing his thumbs into the ticklish skin. "Hmm, yeah, pretty sure you lied to me Tommy, and you know what liars get?"

"Wihihihihil plehehease-" Tommy giggled hysterically.

Wilbur smirked, his voice dropping darkly. "They get punished."

He blew a raspberry into Tommy's neck, massaging fast circles into Tommy's hips and poking the divots of the bones quickly.

"NOHOHO! WIHIHIHIHIL!"

"Quite giggly there Toms," Wilbur grinned, the nickname slipping out without him realizing.

Tommy pressed the side of his face into the chair, cheeks glowing pink. "S-SHUHUT UHUP!"

"Are you blushing?" Wilbur's eyes lit up excitedly. "Oh my god you are! Awww Tommy!"

Tommy batted at Wilbur's hands desperately, "STOHOHOP FUHUHUCKING TEHEHEASING!" He yelled, his flush only getting brighter.

Wilbur bet he was going to get a noise complaint for this, but he didn't care. Tommy's laugh was bubbly and undeniably endearing.

Wilbur chuckled again. "Aw why? Is a little teasing making you a little flustered Toms? Little bit more giggly huh? That's adorable~"

Tommy squirmed lower into the chair, trying to escape the ticklish sensations scuttling across his midriff. "WIHIHIL-" His eyes suddenly widened and he tossed his head back. "WIHIHILBHUHUR!"

Wilbur looked down and snickered. His hands had travelled up from Tommy's hips and were close to the boy's navel. He paused in the spidering movements and settled to tracing just around the rim with his nails. Tommy whined, gripping Wilbur's wrists and shaking with the intensity of his hysteric giggles.

Wilbur giggled himself, Tommy's laughter being incredibly infectious. "Got a lil giggle button, aye Toms?"

Tommy shook his head, unable to verbally respond. Wilbur paused for a second, feeling the muscles under his featherlight touch quiver. "Ready Gigglyinnit?" He asked.

Tommy bit his lip in anticipation watching Wilbur's hands with wide eyes. "Ihihi- d-dohohon't-"

"Don't what Tommy?"

"Tihickle me- WAIT FUCK-"

Wilbur hooked one finger into Tommy's bellybutton, wiggling the finger around quickly. Tommy arched his back with a shrill shriek then collapsed back in a mess of hysteric cackles. He babbled complete nonsense, unable to speak through his laughter.

Wilbur let up after a few more seconds, not wanting to actually kill the boy afterall. Tubbo and Phil would never forgive him. He gently rubbed the boy's stomach, soothing the phantom tickles but still making Tommy fall into soft giggles.

"Hohoholy shihihit" he wheezed.

Wilbur softened marginally. "You good?"

"Y-Yehehah."

Wilbur smiled then glanced up and felt his stomach drop. The stream was still fucking going- he forgot to end it!

The chat was breaking the laws of physics with it's speed, spamming a bunch of messages Wilbur could barely read.

Get his ass Wilbur!

Ticklishinnit!!

They're brothers your honor

Tommy's so cute awwwww!!!

Wilbur is actually gonna kill him lmao

I've never heard him laugh like this??? It's so adorable! uwu

Don't kill the child Wilbur!!!!!!!

Wilbur laughed a little then hit 'end stream' before Tommy saw. Well, he was probably gonna see the clips circling twitter later, but the longer he could prolong Tommy's revenge the better. Speaking of the boy…

Tommy looked like he was about to pass out in the chair. His eyes were closed, a wide smile on his face, small giggles occasionally slipping out.

He has no right to look this cute after the chaos he had just caused.

Wilbur sighed, ruffling the boy's hair. "Oi Toms, c'mon, we're heading back to my place before Niki and Fundy arrive."

Tommy blinked up at Wilbur, looking at him with the same energy as a young puppy. He lifted his arms, mumbling something like; "Upsies" which made Wilbur's heart explode from the cuteness.

He smiled fondly at his little brother and gently tugged him up, the younger falling into his chest.

"Still mad at you by the way" Wilbur said but hugged the boy to him regardless.

"Sorry" Tommy mumbled. "I didn't mean to make you angry."

Wilbur's brow creased as he ruffled Tommy's hair. "I'm not actually upset with you Toms, it was all a bit, don't worry."

Tommy visibly relaxed at that, dropping his head onto Wilbur's bone. "Okay" he said quietly.

Wilbur smiled then gently tugged Tommy to his side, walking them out of the office. And if Wilbur ended up giving Tommy a piggy back ride for the last few minutes of the walk? Well, that was for the two brothers to know.

[starlessskies94]

Consequence (Joel Miller x OC)

Summary: What if Joel survived his injuries from the Abby and Fireflies attack but ends up with really bad amnesia. He can’t remember his wife, Ellie, or the Outbreak; only before. How will his family bring back the man they once knew?

Pairing: Joel Miller x OC

Note: Okay this is a big one, I wrote this over the course of like 3 days I think? Anyway I hope you like it because it's probably the longest chapter I've ever written for one of my stories <3

Chapter One

It was just five in the morning when Adaline Miller woke up. Her head still a little groggy from a decent night’s sleep and her fading dreams. She turned to see Joel still asleep beside her; his gentle snores muffled into his pillow. She smiled and leaned over kissing his bare shoulder before rolling out of bed to get ready for her day.

Stepping downstairs towards the kitchen, Ada realised just how cold it was when she noticed how frosted over the windows had become overnight. Ada hated winter. It was her least favourite season. After everything that had happened almost five years ago it wasn’t hard to understand why. Even now she still sometimes had nightmares about it.

Waking up to find Joel cold in his bed; his stomach wound torn open. Blood everywhere. Or finding Ellie beaten and bruised, left alone in that burned out restaurant.

Joel had always been there to console her, holding her until she calmed down. His voice low to just a whisper as he told her everything was okay. She was safe. He was there and he wasn’t ever going to leave.

It was a comfort she appreciated even after being married to the man for just under four years.

Stepping through into the kitchen, the brunette quickly got to work preparing some eggs on the stove for breakfast before moving across the counter to make up a pot of coffee for herself and Joel. She still wasn’t totally sure what her husband had traded for the beans; but Joel had seemed rather embarrassed by it for some reason. Though after finally getting to taste coffee again after so long, she didn’t much care she supposed. After the hot water was boiled she poured the beverage out, setting aside Joel’s favourite owl mug for when he came down.

Joel had always been an early riser and more often than not, he was almost always the one that beat her to the kitchen in the morning. It had taken some time after settling in Jackson to actually get the man to finally relax a little. It was unfortunate for Ada that he had taken that to mean ‘no sleeping in past seven’. Even on days off, Joel was up before the sun. Lucky Ada had found her own ways to at least keep him in bed past seven on those days; sleeping or otherwise. Thankfully Joel never complained.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the creaking of the stairs as Ada glanced up to meet eyes with Joel. His arms stretched above his head and suppressing a yawn. He stepped through the door, his hand dropping to scratch at his bearded chin.

“Morning darlin’.” Joel slurred, heading straight for his coffee mug. “Hold on...why are you dressed already?” Ada questioned. Her egg covered spoon gesturing at him in his winter gear. Joel followed her gaze, his brows raised in confusion. “I thought you weren’t on patrol until this afternoon.” She clarified.

“Oh yeah...forgot to tell you last night. Change of plans. Tommy’s gotten word of a horde gathering near the ski lodge.” He explained between sips, leaning against the counter, crossing one foot over the over. “Reckon we needed to deal with it quickly before it gets to be a problem.”

Ada pouted but said nothing, her gaze turning from Joel back to her scrambled eggs on the stove. Joel sighed abandoning his mug on the side as he moved across towards her. His arms wrapping around her waist and resting his chin over her shoulder.

“I can hear you thinking.” He said lowly into her ear. But again Ada said nothing. He sighs moving to kiss her neck but she turns her head away as he does.

He hates this. He hates when she worries. It’s always the same routine when he heads out for clean up duty. Clearing out infected is never an easy job but it is what keeps Jackson safe. They both know that. But still whenever he’s due to leave for another job, Ada goes quiet. She’s distant and he fucking hates it.

It was the same when Ellie first asked to train for patrol, they’d been reluctant. And while they were both well aware of Ellie’s skills and her strength; it was still hard watching their baby girl in such a hurry to go out alone without them.

His arms around her waist squeeze gently as he pulls her close to his chest, his head over her shoulder stealing a kiss on her cheek.

“Baby please stop worrying, I’ll be fine.” He knew it was a foolish thing to promise because the world they lived in wasn’t safe. You never knew what the next day would bring. But if there was anything in this world Joel would find to fight for; it was coming home to his wife. His family.

Ada dumped the cooked eggs onto the plates laid out, they were a little burned on the edges. She hadn’t been paying that much attention to them if she was honest. Then turned in her husband’s arms to face him.

“Back by dinner or I kick your ass.” She warned playfully. “Deal.” He chuckled, pulling her close as their lips met in a kiss.

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It didn’t take long for Ada to get to the stables when she’d finished breakfast. After reluctantly pulling herself from Joel’s arms; they’d both parted ways as the older man went to meet his brother at the gate.

She’d quickly threw herself into her list of jobs for the day, hoping it would take her mind off her worry.

“Morning Max.” She smiled at the stable hand, walking through to the back room. “Mornin’ Ada, whadda we got today?” he grinned in reply, his frame leaning through the door as she tidied her workspace. Collecting all her notes and paperwork together.

“Well Daisy has been lame for a couple days so she needs to stay on box rest. Then I need King and Blue tacked up before noon.” She explained, her eyes never leaving the sheets of paper in her hand. “Bob and Maggie are headed out on patrol so they need them ready before half twelve.”

“You got it boss!” Max assured with a joyful grin, sending her a mock salute. She chuckled at the old man as he disappeared from the doorway, but she quickly caught up to him, catching herself on the wooden frame.

“Oh! Could you also take Barnaby out into the paddock this morning please? He had a touch of colic yesterday and I want to keep his gut moving to make sure it’s passed.” She explained. Max simply nodded and turned to make a start on his duties. Ada always liked Max. He was an older gentleman, around seventy years old but still incredibly fit for his age. He’d arrived in Jackson a few years after herself, Ellie and Joel. Along with his grandsons from somewhere near Montana. Having the experience of running his own ranch before the Outbreak; he’d been the perfect fit to help Ada run the stables and take care of the horses.

She continued through until around nine o’ clock, just making the finishing touches to the poultice she’d wrapped around the gelding’s leg she was treating. “There ya go buddy.” She cooed sweetly, giving the horse a soft scratch behind the ears as he nickered in reply.

“Morning Ada!” A familiar voice greeted as the brunette moved to close the stable door closed behind her. “Morning Dina, you out on patrol this morning?”

“Yep, heading out on the creek trails with Ellie.” She smiled, Ada quickly returning it as they both looked to Ellie walking through the door. “How’s my boy?” Dina asked, grabbing Ada’s attention once again.

“Oh he’s fine, Japan had a little mud fever but I think we got it under control now. He’s good to go. All tacked up for you with Max down there.” Dina gave her a quick thumbs up and threw a thanks over her shoulder as she ran down towards the back of the barn. Leaving the woman alone with her adoptive daughter who slowly trailed behind.

“Good morning sunshine. How are you feeling this morning?” She teased. Ellie rolled her eyes at her mother’s smirk.

“Oh jeez don’t. I already got half the town giving me weird looks.” She whined. After the dance the night before, her kiss with Dina, Seth drunk and aggressively harassing the girls; it had certainly been the talk of the town the following morning. Ellie was just hoping she could outlive the embarrassment.

“So you and Dina patrolling together huh? That should be interesting. Have you talked to her yet?” “Ugh mom stop!” Ellie hissed softly, her lips twitching into a subtle smile.

“What? I like her, she’s a sweet girl. You two would be so cute together.” The teen stifled a giggle as she playfully shoved her mom’s shoulder, the older woman chuckling in return. “Shut up.”

The laughter faded when Ada sighed in thought, Ellie glancing back knowing what was coming next. Her gaze immediately falling to her feet.

“You uh...you talk to Joel yet?” She asked cautiously. For the past two years; it had been a sore subject for Ellie whenever Ada brought Joel up in conversations. After finding out the truth back in Salt Lake; she’d been so angry at both of them for everything they had kept from her. But after learning that Joel had been the one that pulled the trigger. That one that had made that decision for all of them and acted alone, she’d declared she wanted nothing more to do with him. And while it had been hard for Ada to be stuck in the middle; she’d still tried her damn hardest to build a bridge between them.

“A little...but one conversation isn’t going to fix everything.” She mumbled. Her foot kicking at the mud covered floor, eyes never leaving the ground.

“It’s a start though. Baby he really misses you.” she said. “I know. I still don’t know if I can forgive him for what he did though. But I am willing to try.” Ellie said softly, her hands now pulling at her jacket sleeves. “I uh...I was thinking of maybe inviting him over for a movie night tomorrow. If that’s okay?”

Ada smiled at this. It had been hard with Ellie not speaking to Joel for so long, watching the man she loved struggle with losing a daughter that no longer wanted anything to do with him. It was obvious he was hurting even if he never said the words out loud. He missed Ellie, he’d be so grateful to hear she wanted to do movie night again, for the first time in so long.

“Of course it is. When you get back from patrol we’ll figure something out okay? Joel’s out with Tommy but he should be back by dinner.”

Ellie simply nodded with a timid smile before turning towards Max waiting with Shimmer.

“Hang on, gotcha some lunch. I still worry you ain’t eating enough.” Ada shouted after her, reaching into her backpack to hand her daughter the pack of food she’d prepared.

“Thank you!” Dina called before Ellie had the chance to reply, swiping the pack out of Ada’s hand. “Hey! She said my lunch!” Ellie poked in jest. The teen simply scoffed peaking through the bag to see what was inside. “Our lunch...there’s plenty for both of us. Let’s see; turkey sandwiches, nice.” Dina continued snooping through the pack while Ellie merely rolled her eyes as Ada stood with folded arms smirking at the two. They really were cute together.

“Oh shit! No way, Ellie there’s cookies in here! Awesome! Thanks Ada!”

Ada laughed at Dina’s joy as Ellie reluctantly followed behind, snatching the packed lunch back and stuffing it into her bag before Dina could complain.

“Ugh I haven’t had cookies since I was a kid. I fucking love your mom, she’s just the best.” Dina complimented as she mounted Japan, taking the reins and walking the gelding out into the snow, Ellie not far behind on Shimmer. The young girl turned back to take one last glance at her mother brushing down another horse, a smile lighting up her face.

“Yeah, yeah she is.” Ellie agreed.

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After such an early start, Ada was pleased when the day was beginning to draw to an end. She’d not stopped the whole day and she was tired.

When the time came to feed and bed down the horses for the night, she was more than ready to head home, eat dinner, maybe snuggle up to Joel on the couch to watch a movie and call it a day. She’d already sent Max home to his boys when she finished up the last of her routine checks to close up the barn; when she’d been ambushed by both Jesse and Dina.

They both looked terrified, Dina with tear stained cheeks and Jesse breathless and shell shocked like he’d just run for miles without taking a second to breathe.

The brunette couldn’t remember much of what was said when they’d bombarded her with information. Only that something bad had happened and it had happened to Joel.

A thousand thoughts had rushed through her head at once. A flash of images muddled with the white noise that squealed in her ears the closer she ran towards the infirmary. Her nightmare was coming true and she felt like she was drowning. Lost in a dark ocean of uncertainty, falling without a lifeline to hold on to.

When she burst through the doors, Tommy was the first to reach her. She winced aghast at seeing his injuries. His swollen black eye, the deep bloodied gash on his forehead. She felt numb as her brother in law explained what had happened. What those bastards had done to her husband. Shot and beaten mercilessly. Her heart ached, her eyes raw from the tears she’d cried. And what made the whole thing worse, was that Ellie had been there to see the whole thing.

Ada had tried to brace herself before stepping into Joel’s room, her hand trembling as she reached for the handle. Ellie was sat slumped over his bedside, her hand clinging to his as he lay unconscious. The scuff of her mother’s boots grabbing her attention as she rose to her feet and met her halfway when Ada rushed towards her with open arms.

“Mom!” Ellie whimpered and it reminded her all too much of that night all those years ago. Ada squeezed her eyes shut as she pulled Ellie closer, her heart beating in her ears.

“Oh baby girl.” She soothed, her hand gently stroking her back for comfort. “I tried…” Ellie hiccuped. “I tried to stop them. I begged them to stop but they wouldn’t listen. And I told Joel to get up, just fucking get up.” Her voice broke as the girl choked back another sob and Ada couldn’t help her own tears as she listened silently. Gently guiding Ellie back to Joel’s bedside so she could sit, all the while the mother never once letting go of her daughter.

“I told him to get up, but it was like he’d just given up.” She explained quietly. Her shaking hands reaching up to wipe at her sore bloodshot eyes. Her cheeks and nose reddened from her tears. “The doctor said he needs to be asleep for a while, something about something needing time to settle?! I don’t fucking know!” She shouted in frustration, almost collapsing from exhaustion in her chair.

Ada merely nodded solemnly. Tommy had partly explained before she’d rushed to Joel. The doctor had insisted on keeping Joel sedated to give the brain time to heal itself while the swelling subsides. Ada just hoped it wouldn’t take too long for him before he was able to wake up.

As the night drew on Ellie had finally given in to her fatigue, stretching on the old beat up couch in the corner of the room. Tommy had thoughtfully brought her a blanket and a bag of clothes for the girls before heading home himself, Ada swearing that she would send Ellie the second they had any news on his brother.

It wasn’t until then that Ada had the still and the silence of the night did she truly take in Joel’s injuries. His leg, broken and mangled. It had been a damn miracle that they’d even be able to save it. But there had been a reasonable amount of confidence it would eventually heal, though Joel would definitely have some difficulty getting around at first and most likely a permanent limp afterwards; he was damn lucky in that respect.

His head injuries however were a different story. There were still flecks of dried blood in patches of his dark head where the club had struck. Patches of hair cut away, close to the scalp in order to reach the violent blows into his crown. Deep cuts and dark bruises covered his handsome face. A good chunk of his ear was missing, she’d noticed as she softly brushed her fingers through his hair in a feeble attempt to clean him up. It had been treated and neatly stitched but would most likely leave a scar.

Her lips trembled as a quiet sob worked its way up into her throat, her eyes blurred from the welling tears the longer she looked at him.

She should have been there...Why hadn’t she been there?!

The days went by and Joel still hadn’t woken up. The doctor took him off sedation a few days after the attack, in the hopes he would come around on his own. The endless nights slowly dragging by, each holding with it a suffocating pause that felt to be drawing out longer and longer. Like the string of a bow, pulling tighter and tighter until it was closely reaching its breaking point, a moment of holding strong until it was too much to bear.

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It had been exactly nine days later when Joel eyelids flickered. His fingers twitched and convulsed as he finally began to regain consciousness.

A string of mumbles and panicked gasps uttered from his dry lips as he stirred awake. And Ellie and Ada were right there beside him. The young girl skidding on her heel as she took off through the door in order to grab Tommy.

“Joel? Can you hear me?” Ada asked delicately. Her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Tentatively reaching out to place her hand upon his as he moved to face her with squinted eyes.

“Wher...Where?” He tried to speak. His voice low and rough like gravel. It strained against his dry throat. Ada quickly moving to his bedside to help him drink from the glass of water placed beside him.

He winced but managed a few mouthfuls before lowering himself back down against his pillow. His tired eyes darted around the room, breath quickening and short the more the confusion set in as to how he’d ended up there.

“You're in the infirmary. You were out with Tommy and were attacked.” Ada explained carefully, Joel’s eyes drifting back towards her sat by his bedside. “Was anyone else hurt?” He asked. “Tommy got roughed up a little, bump on the head and a black eye. Couple of bruised ribs but he’ll be fine.”

Joel simply nodded at the information. His eyes never leaving Ada.

“Is Sarah okay? I assume she’s with Tommy, could you call her? Tell her I’m okay…” He spoke so casually, Ada almost didn’t hear what he’d said. But yet there was no change in his eyes as he asked the question. “How long do you reckon till I can head home?”

This question made Ada stop cold. Her heart slowing and her breath catching in her throat.

“Joel... do you know who I am?”

He looked at her like she was crazy, the confusion met in the touching of his dark brows creasing with his forehead. “Yeah, you’re my doctor.”

It was at that moment Ada almost collapsed. When she realised there was truly no hint of recognition in Joel’s eyes as he stared at her.

Her worst fear realised; her own husband saw her as a stranger.

[theultimatefanficwriter]

(NSFW) Bad Boys Bring Heaven to You-Mondo Oowada x Reader

Warning! This has SMUT in it! It’s a Lemon! You’ve been warned!

You were a strict rule follower. You believed that rules were there to protect everyone, and followed them to a T. This mindset you had led you to becoming close friends with Kiyotaka Ishimaru, the Ultimate Moral Compass. Even when trapped in this killing game, the both of you did your best to uphold the rules.

That's why both you and Taka were currently reprimanding Mondo Oowada for breaking the self imposed nighttime rule. You had come upon him by chance. You had decided to quickly grab a midnight snack. You felt awful for breaking the rule, however briefly, but your stomach wouldn't allow you to rest. On your way out of the warehouse and back to your room, you had noticed Mondo heading to the second floor. You had called out for him to go to his room, receiving a middle finger in return. Letting out a sigh, you went back to your room and decided to talk to him about it tomorrow.

You had told Taka about the encounter who, after briefly getting on your case to which you apologized, pulled Mondo into an empty classroom. The two of you were now scolding him, with only sighs and eye rolls as the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader's responses.

"It is extremely dangerous to be about at night!" You said, your hands on your hips.

"Yeah? Then why were you out?" Mondo retorted.

"I have already scolded Y/N for breaking the promise we made." Taka shot you a look, and you lowered your head. "And unlike you, she regrets her actions and apologized immediately."

Mondo rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. "Tch. I just went for a walk around the school. It's not that big a deal."

"It is a big deal!" You argued. "What if someone had taken that opportunity to seriously hurt you?"

Mondo laughed. "What, you think someone could kill me?" He shook his head with a smirk. "The only one who would even have a chance is Sakura, and I seriously doubt she'd put her relationship with Aoi at risk jus' to kill me."

You scoffed and crossed your arms. "You really think you're that tough?"

Mondo glared at you. "Of course I am." He snapped.

"Well I believe you are just all talk!" Taka told him, copying your stance. "You are not nearly as man as I am!"

Mondo's eyes widened before he laughed. "What? You?! Ha! Don't make me laugh, dude. I could snap you in half."

"Taka is twice the man you are!" You agreed with your friend, a smirk growing on your face.

Mondo's head snapped to you as he glared at you for a moment. The look quickly faded as he narrowed his and looked at you quizzically. You felt a chill go down your spine until his attention returned to Kiyotaka.

"You wanna prove your more man then me?" Mondo asked the man of morals, jabbing his thumb into his own chest. "Then let's have a battle between men."

"I agree!" Taka shouted in his normal tone. "What did you have in mind?"

You shook yourself free from whatever stupor Mondo's glare had put you in and spoke up. "You could do an endurance test." You suggested. "Whoever stays in the sauna the longest is the winner."

The two men looked at you, then at each other. They gave one another a nod, before the three of you headed to the sauna.

You were sitting outside the sauna, serving as the mediator. You were currently listening to the two shit talking each other. You would never admit it to Taka, but Mondo was definitely winning this battle of wits.

"How's it going in there?" You called, not looking in since one of the men were in only a towel.

"I am...barely breaking a sweat!" Kiyotaka panted. From his voice it sounded like that was a lie.

"Ha! He's sweating like a hog. I on the other hand, am perfectly fine." Mondo boasted, and from his voice it seemed to be true.

"You got this, Taka!" You called, trying to hype up your best friend.

"Of course I do! I am Kiyotaka Ishimaru! The Ultimate Moral Compass!"

"What!? He has his own personal cheerleader? That shit's not fair!"

You covered your mouth as you giggled. You actually found the Ultimate Biker gang Leader really attractive. Of course his behavior is unacceptable, but his looks are exactly your type. And...maybe you had a secret love for bad boys.

Suddenly the nighttime announcement played, and you looked worried. "Taka? Mondo? It's nighttime now." You informed them.

"Yeah, ya hear that Mr. Rule Follower? Don't wanna break curfew." Mondo taunted Taka.

"This is a very important battle!" Take exclaimed. "The rules will understand."

You nodded and went to sit down.

"But Y/N, you should head to your room."

You paused. "What? No! You guys need someone to mediate! There's no way you two are going to agree on a winner! If you can break the rules this once, so can I."

There was silence for a moment before you heard Mondo chuckle. "Damn. She told you."

Taka sighed. "Fine. Very well. We'll all stay out past curfew."

You nodded decisively and sat back down.

Time continued to pass, and as what seemed to be hours went by, you felt it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. Eventually, they fluttered closed. Right before you drifted off to sleep, you heard the squeak of a door. You sleepily opened your eyes and saw a very sweaty Mondo standing in front of you. You rubbed your eyes as you saw him chuckle and shake his head. He leaned down and picked you up.

"Sorry 'bout the sweat." He apologized to you quietly. "Can't be helped." You tried to respond, but your brain couldn't formulate words, so you just nodded. Mondo smiled at you and shook his head again.

Once he reached your room, your brain snapped to attention just long enough to hand Mondo your key. After that, you were pretty much out for the count again. Mondo opened your door, turned on the light, and gently placed you on your bed. He placed the covers over you and placed your key on the table beside the bed. He then turned the lights off and closed the door.

The next morning you woke up with a long yawn. As you went to stand, you remembered the events of last night. Your eyes widened as you rushed to get dressed and headed as fast as you could to the cafeteria without running.

When you got there, you were somewhat surprised to see Mondo and Taka hanging out, arms around each others shoulders. As you approached them, Taka shot you a wide smile.

"Ah! Hello Y/N! Did you sleep well?" He asked you, his arm still around Mondo.

You blinked. "Uh. Yeah, I did. Did...you?"

"I slept very well, thank you for asking!" His voice boomed. He turned his head to Mondo. "How'd you sleep, bro?"

Mondo smiled and gave a thumbs up. "Bro, I slept like a baby!"

You looked between the two. "So the two of you bonded last night?" You questioned.

They looked at you happily. "We sure did!" Taka affirmed. "Thank you very much for being our mediator last night!"

You smiled meekly and nodded. "Of course. I'm glad to have helped." You gave them both a wave before grabbing some food and going to a table.

As you walked away, you noticed Mondo's gaze following you. He looked...happy?

As everyone finished eating and went off to do their own thing, it soon left just you and Mondo there. Having nothing better to do, you went to leave and head back to your room, but he caught up to you and gently grabbed your arm.

"Hey, wait a sec." He called. "I, uh. Wanna talk to you for a minute."

You looked up at him. "What about?" You asked with a tilt of the head.

"Somethin'... important." The biker leader rubbed the back of his neck.

You looked around. "Ok. We can talk here."

He shook his head. "No. I'd prefer it to be in private."

You narrowed your eyes. You started to get a very bad feeling in the pit of your stomach and slowly began to inch away.

Mondo noticed your discomfort and held up his hands. "Hey, no! I'm not gonna hurt cha! I promise." He lowered his voice to a softer tone, something you didn't think he could do. "I really just want to talk. Please."

You looked up to him, and although every inch of your being was telling you to run away, you slowly nodded. He hadn't been hostile to you before, after all. Just because he's a bit intimidating up close means nothing. Besides, he's best friends with Taka now.

Mondo let out a breath and smiled as he gently grabbed your hand. He led you to the dorms and then to his room, which he opened and led you into. After he closed it, he slowly turned to you, though he avoided your gaze.

There was silence for a long time, so you decided to fill it first. "So...You brought me back to my room last night." You mentioned to him.

Mondo nodded. "Yeah. I noticed you had stopped talking to us. I cracked the sauna open just a little bit and saw you starting to doze off. I immediately rushed out and went to wake you up."

You looked up at him. "You lost the endurance contest." You stated. He nodded. You placed a hand on your chest and frowned. "For me?" He nodded again, scratching his neck. "Why?"

"You would've died." He said plainly. "One of the rules in that stupid e-Handbook is no sleeping in anyplace other than the dorms. And that fucking asshole bear made it pretty clear what the punishment for breaking rules is."

You shivered as you remembered Junko getting impaled by those spears. "Y-yeah. Thank you." You murmured.

Mondo nodded. "Yeah, no problem."

The room returned to silence.

"So...what did you want to talk to me about?" You pressed the man standing before you.

Mondo sucked in air through his teeth. "Yeah. That. Uh..." He looked around the room at anything but you. "See...the thing is..." He sighed. "Ah, fuck it." He looked you in the eyes. "Y/N, I like ya."

Your eyes widened, and all you could do is blink. "You...like me?" He nodded. "As in, you have a crush on me?" Another nod. "...why?"

Mondo narrowed his eyes. "Whadda ya mean, 'why'? Look at yourself. You're drop dead gorgeous. You're smart as hell. You're nice to everyone, even my asshole self."

You shook your head. "But...but I'm nothing like you. I'm the complete opposite of you. And no, I'm not pretty at all. I'm also super annoying because all I do is tattle on people. My only friend is Kiyotaka and I-"

You were cut off as Mondo let out what sounded like a growl and pushed you against the wall. You yelped in surprise as he grabbed both your hands and held them high above your head.

"You stop that right the fuck now, ya hear me?" He snarled. "I won't fucking stand for it."

You looked up at him with wide eyes as your heart beat rapidly. "M-Mondo." You stammered.

"You're fucking beautiful. You're amazing and talented. I'll beat the ever loving shit outta anyone who thinks you're anything but perfect." He took his hand that wasn't holding your arms in place and cupped your face. "I don't give one single fuck how different we are. I think you're amazing."

You couldn't say anything. You were stunned into silence. You just stared up at him as he looked at you, his angry glare slowly turning into a warm and caring smile.

"Y/N." He said softly. "I really care about you. The very first time you yelled at me for breaking some stupid rule, I couldn't help but start to care about you. I tried to deny it at first. But...I really like ya." He grabbed your chin and tilted it up. "How do you feel about me?" He whispered.

You swallowed. For about a minute you still couldn't speak, until you finally snapped out of it. "I...I really like you, too, Mondo." You admitted. "The reason I yell at you more then I do the others for breaking rules is because I'm worried you'll get hurt. I care about your safety."

Mondo's smile widened as you spoke. "Ya really mean that?" When you nodded, Mondo smirked and smashed his lips against yours. You let out a quiet surprised squeak, which the gang leader chuckled at. He took the hand that was holding your chin and grabbed your hip, pulling you flush against his body.

After getting over your stupor, you closed your eyes and kissed back. You felt Mondo smile into the kiss. He then gently took your bottom lip between his teeth and lightly nibbled on it. He finally pulled away so the both of you could breathe, but as soon as he caught his breath, he latched his teeth onto your neck, earning a yelp from you as he bit the sensitive skin. He snickered as he then began to suck on the same spot, causing you to let out a whimper.

"M-Mondo..." You whined, squirming in the biker's grasp. The man holding you in place seemed to enjoy the way that sounded, as he let out a soft moan and bit your neck again, this time a bit harder. "Mondo!" You exclaimed almost automatically. Your eyes widened and you went to cover your mouth, but Mondo's grip on your wrists only tightened.

"No." He breathed into your ear, causing you to shiver. "I like hearing you call my name."

You looked up at the man towering above you. Any other person would feel scared and threatened at being pinned against the wall by such a strong and powerful man. But you weren't scared. You trusted Mondo completely.

Mondo's mouth returned to your neck, and you tilted it to the side as he gently kissed it, giving small nips here and there. "Mondo...please..." You whimpered.

You felt Mondo smirk into your neck. "Please what, baby doll?" He gave your neck one more nip before lifting his head back up and staring into your eyes.

You swallowed, and looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Mondo's smirk widened. "Anything for you, angel cakes." The biker released your wrists and hip in favor of grabbing both your thighs. He lifted your legs up and you reflexively wrapped them around his waist and your arms around his neck. With his hands resting on your ass, he began walking towards his bed. When he reached it, he dropped you carefully on it, your hair pooling around you. Mondo stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes roaming up and down your body. He licked his lips as you noticed a noticeable bulge growing in his pants.

You stared at him as he began to shrug off his jacket. He smiled at you as he threw it over to the side and took off his undershirt, revealing his muscular chest. You couldn't help but stare. He looked even hotter with his shirt off, and you didn't think that was possible. Mondo chuckled as he began to unbuckle his belt. "I don't mind you gawkin' at me, doll, but this works both ways." He said to you, gesturing at your still clothed body.

Your eyes widened and you nodded. "Oh! Right!" You earned a laugh and a shake of the head from Mondo as you pulled you shirt and bra over your head. You went to stand to pull your pants off, but were stopped by a now completely nude Mondo pushing your chest, causing you to fall backwards onto the bed. You looked up to him, confused.

He gave you a mischievous smirk as his hands traveled to your jeans and unbuttoned them. He then slowly began to pull them off of you. You watched him do this with a tilted head. He glanced up at you and gave you a wink as your jeans were fully off. He tossed them in the same direction as his jacket. He moved back up and slipped two fingers on either side of your underwear. He began to very slowly pull your underwear down, watching your face with a smirk on the whole time. After what felt to you like hours, you kicked one of your legs at him, which Mondo caught effortlessly with a laugh.

"Ok, ok. I'll stop teasin' ya." He chuckled, pulling your underwear the rest of the way off. He sat there for a minute, just looking you up and down as he licked his lips. "Fuck." He breathed. "God, you're so damn beautiful." As his gaze lingered on your breasts, you suddenly became very self conscious and covered them. Mondo narrowed his eyes.  "Move your arms." He told you, his gaze flickering to your face. You didn't comply. Mondo let out a soft growl and crept closer to you. "I said, move your arms." He repeated in a lower, more demanding tone. You shivered, but shook your head. Mondo frowned and grabbed both of your arms and forced them beside your head. "You shouldn't cover yourself up." He said softly, his face inches from yours. "I want to see all of your beautiful body."

You blushed, and nodded. "Ok, Mondo." You told him, giving him a loving smile.

Satisfied, he leaned down and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. He released one of your arms and reached down below, one of his fingers slowly slipping into your already wet folds. You sucked a breath in as the man above you slowly pushed in further, crooking his finger every now and then, which earned an extra gasp from you. Pretty soon he added a second finger, stretching you further. You clenched your fists, balling the sheet beneath you up into your hand. "M...Mondo please..." You begged.

The Ultimate Biker Gang Leader looked up to you with a smirk on his face. But as soon as he saw you; your mouth slightly open in an 'O' shape, your head leaned back, your clenched fists and half lidded eyes, he cursed under his breath. He quickly pulled his fingers out, which earned a whine from you. Mondo let out a deep chuckle. "Oh don't worry, doll." He breathed out huskily. "There's somethin' better waitin' for ya." He positioned himself at your entrance and looked up at you. "Last chance, Y/N." He said. "Do you want to go through with this?"

You nodded instantly. "Yes. Yes I do! Mondo, please!" You begged.

Mondo chuckled. "Thank God. You got me so worked up I dunno what I'd do if you said no." He placed a kiss on your forehead before slowly entering you. You winced as the pain was the first thing you felt. Mondo stopped and looked at you. "Just tell me when, baby girl." He said to you.

You waited a moment for the pain to die down before you nodded. "O-ok. You can move."

Mondo nodded and pushed the rest of the way in. Fully sheathed inside of you, he let out a curse as he placed his forehead on yours. "Fuck." He muttered. "God you feel so good." You answered with a whimper. He peppered your face and neck with kisses before he pulled nearly all the way out, then thrust back it.

This time, the pain was nearly completely drowned out by pleasure. You gasped and arched your back, your hands wrapping around Mondo's strong shoulders. "Fuck! Mondo!" You exclaimed.

Mondo cursed. "Shit! Say my name again, baby doll." He hissed out as he quickened his thrusts a bit.

You threw you head against the pillow as Mondo hit a particularly good spot. "Mondo! Oh god!" You practically screamed. "Please...go faster..."

Mondo grunted and happily obliged. His hips snapped back and forth, only the sound of skin against skin, panting, and the occasional curse could be heard as Mondo thrust into you faster and faster though he made sure not to hurt you.

"Mondo...I...I'm close!" You warned him.

Mondo grinned down at you as he gave you a particularly deep thrust, one that made you yelp in pleasure. "Go ahead and cum for me, angel cakes. Come on, baby." He encouraged you softly as he continued to plunge himself into you, his thrusts starting to come faster and harder than before.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer with each thrust and word coming from Mondo. But what did it was when Mondo leaned up and gave you a passionate kiss as he continued to make love to you. Your back arched as you screamed Mondo's name into his own lips.

Mondo pulled apart from the kiss, keeping up the rhythm of his thrusts, and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. "That's it, doll. You did wonderful." He cooed. You made some incoherent sound in response, to which Mondo chuckled at.

Mondo, meanwhile, was reaching his own release. Your clenched walls were tight around him, causing friction with each thrust, making Mondo grunt and curse as he picked up pace. "Fuck. Shit! I'm...I'm almost there, Y/N."

You smiled up at him, still in a daze. You reached a hand up and cupped his face. "I wuv you, Mwondo..." You mumbled.

That did it.

Mondo quickly pulled out and released into his hand, letting out a long string of curses as he did so. He collapsed on top of you shortly after, the both of you panting heavily. After he came down from his high, Mondo got off of you and went to the bathroom to clean up.

You stayed laying on the bed, still stunned out of your mind. You had never experienced something like that before. It was amazing. You heard the bathroom door open and saw Mondo come out, fully clothed now. He looked down at you and smiled.

"You need some help there, doll?" He asked, holding a hand out. You giggled and nodded as you took his hand. Mondo helped you get dressed, despite your shaking legs. Once you were fully clothed, the two of you looked at each other. Mondo rubbed the back of his neck. "So...uh....Are we a...a thing?" He asked.

You smiled and nodded, leaning up and kissing the tip of his nose, which made the biker blush slightly. "Yes."

[edgeofmyniall]

six: no judgement

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“When you're with me, no judgement. We can get that from everyone else, and we don't have to prove nothing. When you're with me, no judgement”

There were only a few times in Ginger’s life that she felt like the spotlight was on her, and the one that comes to mind at this moment was the first article she read about her and Niall. They were coming home from a music festival outside of Los Angeles, and they stopped at Langer’s to grab a bite to eat. The group was hot and sticky with sweat and the paparazzi happened to snap a picture of Ginger hugging Niall after they had left the eatery. She was hungover and if she was honest, still high off the subtle touches that Niall had lingered at the dip of her back and where she had slept in the same bed as Niall when Stella woke up early to go out for a jog. Ginger insisted on sleeping on the couch since she was the only single person there, but Stella all but forced her to sleep in the bed. Niall woke up sleepily and smiled as he heard Ginger’s soft moans from her getting decent sleep and the way her red curls sprawled across the pillow. In the middle of nowhere, he was home.

Mystery fox pictured cozying up with Niall Horan. Friend or more? The article title had always been in the back of Ginger’s head, but the rumors were debunked when Niall was seen snogging Stella at a Fleetwood Mac concert a week later. She was old news as per usual. 

But here in her room where Stella looks at her accusingly was the most intense spotlight moment.

“You…” Stella tries to blink the betrayal away, but it’s still there in Ginger’s phone- the hard evidence staring her in her face. “were a part of this?” Her question already had an answer, Stella knew that, but her own cousin? “How could you?” Ginger looks at her cousin like a deer caught in headlights. 

“I...tried…” Ginger tried coming up with an excuse, an explanation, anything to make this right. “I told him no,” Ginger’s heart sinks knowing the heavyweight of the lie she executed would carry. “We’re just friends, I swear.” Stella’s brow furrows more and she begins to nervously scratch her scalp right above her ear.

“Yeah, okay. Sure. And friends send pictures of themselves in their underwear? Whadda load of bullshit,” Stella’s southern accent fills the room- the one thing from home she hides until she’s angry. “Get out.”

“Stell…” Ginger takes a step towards her cousin, but in disgust, Stella leans away from her best friend. “I-”

“Get the fuck out of my house.” Stella has a tight grip on Ginger’s phone, and Ginger feels her world crashing around her. The downward spiral she was on came to crashing halt and she was wreaking havoc everywhere she went. Ginger, with tear-filled eyes, turns around and walks down the stairs letting her guilt and regret consume her. Her tears sting her face and she knows it’s her punishment for doing something so stupid, so careless- so selfish. Grabbing her keys, she quietly closes the door and it’s when she climbs in her car, she lets out the sob she was holding in. Her nose became stopped up and her head was hurting as she let the entirety of her sorrow come down her pale skin. She couldn’t stay here knowing that Stella didn’t want to be anywhere near her. She didn’t put up a fight because why fight something you know you’re guilty of. 

The car ride was silent as she sniffled away her tears. She turned into the gated community and nods at the security guard as he scans her code that’s pasted on the side of her driver’s back window. “Tough night?” Ginger’s huffs at the man’s question before she speeds through the small subdivision. The house she was racing to sat in the back and she was there only a few days ago. The white iron gate was closed and as far as she could tell, the house was abandoned- the lights were out and it’s eerily dark for his house to be. She pressed her birthday into the keypad and the gate began to roll away. It was when she was parking in the driveway that the kitchen light came on; she knew he had seen her car through the security cameras. The side door opened and Niall stood in the doorway confused as to why Ginger was there.

“She kicked me out,” Ginger half yelled as she made her way up the walkway. She stopped on the bottom step before looking up at him. All of the courage she had built up on the ride over here vanished when he looked at her. 

“I know,” he said cold and as-a-matter-of-factly. “She cussed me out because of it. Wanted me to know I could burn in hell,” Ginger held her breath and she felt herself wanting to cry again. She had hurt him, she knows that, but for Niall to turn her away too, Ginger would be devastated. Ginger feels the ping of guilt run its course through her body and she lowers her head against the counter. She wanted to be as far away from Niall and Stella so what in the fresh hell was she doing here? “So…”

“Listen,” Ginger sighs before picking her head up, “I know I’m the last person you want to see. I couldn’t even give you an answer, but I’ve got nowhere else to go. I’ll sleep on the couch if I have to,” Ginger sniffles and wipes the remaining mascara off her face. There was a moment of intense silence before Niall nodded his head back and moved out of the doorway, “C’mon. Getin here.”

When Ginger stands in the kitchen, leaning on the granite kitchen island, Niall brought her a bottle of vodka and pushed it towards her. “You’re not drinkin’?” Ginger hiccups from the sob fest she gave herself and then pushed the circular tip to her lips and let the stinging liquid burn the back of her throat. The hot alcohol settled in her stomach and she began to warm up. 

“Nah, did enough of that already.” His hands were firmly on the counter as he watched Ginger press the back of her hand to her closed mouth and shake the bad taste out of her mouth. His eyes were rimmed with red and his hair was tousled out of frustration- he looked as if the few minutes he was alone, he had been drinking or crying. Maybe both. Ginger noticed a half-empty glass of iced bourbon and the brown liquor bottle sitting on the counter opened. “Why didn’t ya call?” 

“She…” Ginger lifted the bottle again only to put it down. She needed a clear head. “Stella still has my phone. She’s probably smashed it and burned it by now.” Niall nods his head. “Oh God, what if she runs a story about you to the press? Jesus, Niall, I didn’t...fuck. I’ve ruined your entire career.” 

Niall cups the back of his neck and rubs his tanned skin and laughs slightly. “She won’t. Or she’ll be out of a job. She isn’t that big of a bitch.” Niall looks at Ginger sheepishly and begins to tap his thumbs against the counter mindlessly.  A low hum follows and Ginger follows the rhythmic voice into another dissociative state. She’s concentrating on the condensation water drop that’s forming on the rim of Niall’ glass finally allowing all the questions she should have asked herself in the beginning to jumble through her mind. What had she done? How could she fix it? Why Niall? And why in the hell Stella? Why did she feel anything more than brotherly love for Niall? Why was she so important to him? Because everything Stella is, she isn’t. What would her family think? Her mother say? 

Niall’s phone vibrated and both guilty parties looked at the screen and up at each other when they saw the caller id. Ginger clenched her body and stopped mid-swallow to hang on to each word that Niall was about to say. Ginger held up a finger to her lips, begging Niall not to mention her being here. He nodded and slid his finger across the screen and put the call on speaker.

“Yes?” Niall’s voice was smooth, velvety smooth- almost too smooth for the situation going on. Stella could get suspicious. He leaned his elbows on the counter and rested his head on his fist.

“Where is she?” Stella’s sharp voice cuts Ginger at her core. It was the hurt that Ginger had caused that was blowing up in her face, and she knew it was a defense mechanism that Stella perfected. 

“Who?” Niall was playing a little too cool for Ginger’s liking but she dared not to move or breathe too hard afraid she would blow her cover. 

“You know the fuck who. Where is she?” Stella huffed and Ginger imagined Stella still sitting in her cousin’s bed going through her phone. 

“I don’t know. She hasn’t called me,” Niall’s voice was turning to worry. He was playing the part well.

“Well, she fucking can’t because I have her phone. But she would have gone to you. She has no one else.” “Stella, she’s got people. We just don’t know-”

“Her co-worker? I’ll call her, but if you see her.. I don’t care if she lives or dies at this point. She is the most disgusting volatile person I have ever met and she-” Niall picks the phone up and takes the speaker off. Niall closes his eyes as if he’s disappointed in himself. Was it that he didn’t get the phone to his ear in time or that he continues to allow the erratic behavior to continue? Ginger stands frozen. She’s hurt and feels like crying, but the security guard got the last of her tears. She’s becoming numb to the low blows and hissing words that are spat in her face. Niall catches a quick glimpse of Ginger standing in his kitchen completely emotionless staring at a knob on one of his drawers. “Stella, you really-” Ginger could hear the yelling and the indecent slanders. She knew they would come, but for them to come at her and Niall, she wasn’t prepared no matter how much she thought the entire situation through. It was the silence that made Ginger look up at Niall.

“When did you hang up?” Ginger’s face feels hot and one look at him makes her breathing hard. She feels her chest start to cave in and she knows the tears are coming, but she doesn’t know how to stop them. She feels like she’s drowning in her own ocean of tears and there’s no life preserver or a rescue boat in sight. She’s treading the waters, but the rough waves of other people’s anger and disappointment come down on her pushing her into the water, and she’s swallowing down the salty words that sting her nose and lungs when she could be breathing in the fresh air. 

It was a fluid-like movement when Ginger hit the ground. She felt her knees buckle, but she knew that they never touched the tile floor. She felt the cold air sweep under her as Niall wrapped his arm under her knees and lifted her off her feet. His arm crooked around her back and hse rolled into his chest, hoping that maybe this was a safe place to be. The beating of Niall’s heart was melodic to Ginger. If her world was crashing and burning, this is where she would want to die. Niall carries Ginger to his bedroom- to the one room of his house that brought them together that night. His knee makes a dip into the well-made bed and Ginger rolls out of the embrace as Niall hovers over her. He pushes her hair out of her face, shushing her sobs and kisses her gently on the forehead. It was when Niall left the room that Ginger felt the magnificence of her heartbreak. Her best friend, her sister, her cousin. How could she have done such a thing? How could she have been so gullible into acting in such a heinous way? Her family ties are severed and her mother would be so disappointed. 

“Hey,” Niall’s voice soothes the sobbing. He sits something down on the nightstand and climbs into bed with Ginger. He scoots his warm body over to hers and wraps his arms around her body, pulling her in. The melodic heartbeat eases Ginger and she feels like she has a fighting chance. Niall begins to hum and the rhythm is something of memory to her. Something she heard in her childhood. Something her dad would sing to her. Ginger loses her fight against her crying. “It’s alright. I’m here,” Niall coos. “It’s just me, petal.”

Ginger feels the last tear roll across her under eye and down her nose. She sniffles as Niall kisses the top of her head. Ginger’s head is resting on the inner muscle of Niall’s bicep and it feels as if the way they mold together- the way they fit in one another’s arms was as if they were made for each other. 

“I love you,” Ginger says, her voice shaky and uncertain of the things to come. “More than I ever could have imagined.” It was Niall that was there for her when she needed it. It was Niall that was there to protect her, to pick her up when she felt down, to make her laugh, cry, to make her see things as what they truly were, to make her realize that life is more than pinning for someone who treated you horribly. It was Niall that made Ginger want to believe that love like the movies and books exist, and in their own twisted way, they were living out the greatest love story ever written because Niall was there when no one else was. Ginger’s sudden realization brought on the fact that she had a lot to catch up too. Niall had already fallen hard and fast for Ginger, and she barely held the baton in the race. She was terrified for what was to come, but she knew that the falling would be the biggest jump of her life. 

“Tomorrow, we’re getting out of here,” Niall said, his voice sultry, but Ginger wasn’t paying attention to his words, it was the smile she felt when she said those three words again. 

If it had to be that Ginger would face an entire ocean of judgment and scrutiny because of her decisions, she would be willing to do it with Niall.

Because for her, nothing else mattered.

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Infatuation [Part 1]

Roman Sionis x Reader

Prompt:  The reader has developed an obsession with the Black Mask club owner:  Roman Sionis.  Roman takes notice to her.  Once he confronts her, she decides to have some fun with him.  

word count:  1,250

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You sat in the same place you had been sitting at this time for the past month.  You sat on a sofa in the middle of the Black Mask club.  People completely intoxicated surrounded you.  But none of them concerned you.  You were there for one reason only:  Roman Sionis.  The owner of the club had caught your attention greatly the first time you had visited.  The way he held himself, the way he dressed, and that sexy voice.  It all drove you mad.  

You sat alone on a giant sofa.  People danced directly in front of you.  You hid yourself well in the crowds of people around you.  Roman was walking around the club.  He was far off, but your gaze was still on him.  He looked handsome tonight.  He wore a white suit, a Hawaiian print shirt under, and sunglasses.  He had a smile painted on his face as he leaned in and spoke to his patrons.  You sipped at your drink while staring at the man.  You knew it was wrong to come here like this.  You knew you had a problem to be this obsessed with another person who you had never even directly spoke to.  

A man plopped himself beside you, “Hey, sweet cheeks.”  He took your attention away from Roman.  He wrapped his arm around you.  You let out a clear sound of disgust that came from somewhere deep in your throat.  He was clearly drunk and did not take the hint, “So whadda ya say we get out of here?”  You rolled your eyes and pushed him away from you, “Not interested.”  His lip and eyebrow raised in time together, “What was that?”  You looked at him with disgust, “Do I need to slow it down for you?  I.  Am.  Not.  Interested.”  The man scoffed at you, “Fucking bitch.”  He got up as quick as he sat.  You laughed to yourself, taking a swig of your drink as celebration.  Your attention went straight back to Roman.  He was across the room now.  It looked like he was making a business deal of some kind.  He was talking with his hands.  The man sitting across from him looked disinterested.  That man’s body guard even let out a yawn causing you to smile.  

After a few minutes, Roman rose and took the man’s hand in his.  You could see him mouth the words “Thank you.”  He waved the man off and turned.  His face fell from a clearly forced smile to a look of displeasure.  He was facing you, but you knew he did not see you.  You were just another face in the crowd.  You sipped at your drink as you saw him go around the room greeting his guests.  He was becoming achingly close to where you sat.  You felt your body tense up.  Your excitement and nerves pooled in a pit in your stomach.  He was making his way to your rather quickly.

He hovered behind you.  You felt a chill run up your spine when his gloved hands rested on the back of the seat you sat on.  You felt him lean down, his lips dangerously close to your ear.  “Is there a reason you’ve been staring at me so hard tonight?”  He questioned you with a hiss behind his tone.  You kept your gaze directly in front of you, “Just enjoying the view.”  You could hear his mouth morph into a smile, “Is that why you’ve been here every single night for the past month?”  

You felt your heart sink a little.  He had noticed you?  But you were just another random face in the booming club.  Had you really been that obvious with your interest in him?  

You looked at him now in a sort of sideways glance.  He raised his eyebrows at you, “Oh?  Didn’t think I’d notice you?”  You felt your cheeks turn a very light pink.  “It was hard not to when your eyes pierce right through me every night.  I notice the way you smile when I talk.  I notice how your posture changes every single time I got even remotely close to you.  I notice a lot of things,” his voice played with you.  He had stunned you.  You did not know how to respond to him catching you.  He hopped over the sofa, sitting himself next to you.  He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to him.  He pressed his lips to your ear, “If you work for someone, they may want to look into hiring someone new.  You suck at hiding yourself.”  You pulled away from him, “I-I don’t work for anyone.”  His eyebrows raised at you, “Oh is that so?  So you just like looking at me that much?”  You smiled at him.  You leaned yourself into him, pressing your body against his.  You pressed your lips to his ear, “You’re the only thing that’s been on my mind for the past month.  Coming here and staring at you has been the only way to fill the need I’ve been having.”  His eyes scanned your body, “And what need is that, little one?”  You bit your lip and giggled at him.  His lips curved into a sideways grin.  You ran your fingers up his chest, your eyes full of lust.  

You shifted your body away from his suddenly.  You crossed your legs and looked at him sideways.  His lip quivered in his irritation.  Roman pulled you back to him, “That’s not how this is going to work.  You’re not going to stalk me for a month, then when I finally come to you, you play dumb?  Oh no.  When I want something, I get that something.”  You grinned at him.  It seemed like he had became as interested in you as you had him.  You decided to play with him now.  You placed a kiss on his cheek, “Consider me the one thing you can’t have, Roman.”  His mouth hung open slightly.  You pulled yourself away from him again.  You rested your arm on the back of the sofa, “I think I’m gonna go.  I appreciate the fun.”  Roman’s face scrunched up.  You were frustrating him to no end, but he seemed to enjoy it slightly.  

“At least give me your name or something,” Roman leaned toward you.  You looked into your bag, pulling out a pen.  You stuck your hand out, “Give me your arm.”  Roman gave you a confused look, but stuck his arm out.  You pulled up his sleeve, writing your number on his bare skin.  “I’m Y/N by the way.  Y/N L/N,” you smiled as you finished the number with a heart.  “Y/N?  I’ll remember that,” Roman licked his lips.  “You should call me sometime if you ever want this to actually go somewhere,” you spoke while fumbling with your bag.  You placed it over your shoulder before turning your attention back to him.  He stared you up and down.  You leaned into him, “Look who’s staring now.”  He chuckled at you, “I would kiss that sexy face of yours if I thought you’d let me take you somewhere else tonight.”  You smiled, “Maybe next time, Romy.”  He breathed out at that name.  It pleased him.  

You stood up, “I’ll be waiting for your call.”  He looked up at you.  He licked his teeth with a smile.  “I will see you soon, Y/N,” he spoke deep.  You walked away feeling his eyes staring into your back.  He stared at you until you exited the building. 

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[END PART 1]

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Don’t Look Away

MMHOPH Missing Arm! AU fic

WC: 2,954

Angsty as fuck 

Oneshot

AN: This was a little thing I did using @spookylovesboba MissingArm! AU. It's been a while since I last wrote fanfic(like two years) but this was pretty fun. There wasn’t much to go on The AU gave a lot of room to invert the themes of the original source, which was pretty fun. If I had to place this anywehre on the hypothetical timeline it’d be before he finds the new arm so things aren’t too bloody. The story is a oneshot. I might do more; I might not. Depends on how I’m feeling. I could ramble about this for a lot longer, which I probably will in the tags, anywyas enjoy the fic.

Mao Mao polished Geraldine, holding the sword in his right hand, holding the handle with his tail. Every so often he would turn towards the silent monster alarm before he went back to pointlessly polishing his sword. Badgerclops and Adorabat were out getting… Ice cream, was it? He wasn’t paying much attention when they left. Maybe he should have joined them and actually done something with his day. The monster alarm wasn’t giving him anything to do. 

Ring! Ring! Ring! 

Or maybe it was. He grabbed his sword and headed out the door and headed back in when he realized that it wasn’t the monster alarm. The ringing was coming from the backroom. Covered in dust, hidden in the shadows, was the home phone. Mao Mao slowly walked up to the phone, mind already racing with the unfortunate possibilities. Was it going to be one of his sisters? Probably not, he never gave them his number. Was it going to be his father? Definitely not, Mao Mao almost found the idea of him finally calling commercial. Almost. 

Mao Mao reached for the phone,” hello?” 

“Is this… sheriff, Mao Mao?” 

The voice on the other end was faked, although there was something to it he could almost recognize. 

“Who is this,” Mao Mao asked. 

“Your reckoning. I am here to destroy everything you hold dear! I am here to make sure you get what's coming to you! I am-” 

“-Going to stay out of the mayo,” Mao Mao interrupted. “Dammit Pinky, quit prank calling the sheriff's department!” 

Mao Mao slammed the phone back down without even letting him finish. “Need to have the number changed again,” he said to himself. 

He sheathed his sword and headed for the door. He might as well explore the town. It was better than getting prank called by Pinky. 

* * * 

“He just hung up on me. The ass just hung up on me!” The stranger threw the phone on the ground, growling in frustration. “Can’t even let me threaten him right. Prick won’t let me do anything!” 

“Hey, that was our phone.” 

“Shut it!” The Stranger snapped, voice echoing throughout the Sky Pirates ship. 

Orangusnake didn’t know what to think of this man. Kid more like. He couldn’t have been much older than 16 maybe 17. He was a cat with mostly white fur, save for a patch of black here and there. He was a little taller than the sheriff and even sounded like the sheriff. The only thing the kid had that Mao Mao didn’t was both arms. If he closed his eyes he could easily imagine it was an extremely vulgar version of Mao Mao. 

“So whadda we do now, boss,” Ratarang asked. 

“Well, -uh, first we’ll…” 

“You’ll shut the hell up and let me do my thing,” the stranger said. 

“Hey! You can’t just come to MY ship. And start disrespecting MY crew.” 

“I can when I’ve already beat the crap out of you and tied you up.” 

“You haven’t even beat us up!” 

“Do you want me to?” 

Orangusnake was about to tell him to try it, but the kid’s eyes reminded him of Mao Mao on a bad day. 

“Fine! But you said you could get rid of the blasted sheriff for us, so you better do it.”

“Don’t throw a bitch-fit, I have a plan.”

* * * 

Mao Mao arrived in the town on foot because Badgerclops had to take the aerocycle. He walked through the streets making sure everything was under control. Occasionally he called out their names, but he got no response. It was quit. Too quiet. The town wasn’t on fire, Pigguns hasn’t tried to run him over, and there was no trail of mayo from Pinky. Something was horribly wrong. Did it only affect the sweetie pies? Was it the Sky Pirates? A monster? Did whatever happen also effect the King? Mao Mao gritted his teeth and began to run to the castle. 

He ran as fast as he could up the castle steps. He could hear chatter get louder and louder until he finally kicked down the door. 

“My door,” the king exclaimed, but Mao Mao ignored him. He had to take a minute to wonder what exactly he was seeing. 

The entire kingdom was caught in a net with a misshapen piano hanging above them like it was some sort of cartoon. The group Horde Gaggle Headache of sweetie pies all began to speak at once. 

“Quiet!” 

The headache finally fell silent letting Mao Mao think. He pointed his sword at the King. 

“Speak,” he said. 

“Sheriff, get me out of this mess these… ruffians are disgusting.” 

“What happened? Why you are in a net?” 

“Oh, help me! Help me! Help Me! Help me! The pink… thing is getting closer!” 

Mao Mao was tempted to let the King sit there and deal with Pinky however, he did sign his paychecks, so he had to do something. He took a few steps back before he began to run towards the net, pushing it with his one arm as the Piano began to fall. One swing with Geraldine and the leaf was in two pieces? What? Was Tanya behind this? Was she the one that kidnapped the sweetie pies? Did she do all of that just to mess with him? Why?

Mao Mao was moving towards the net when he noticed that the leaf wasn’t green. It was red. A nice fall red. 

“Sheriff! SHERIFF!” 

The King’s screams snapped him out the daze. He walked over to the net and grabbed the king by the collar. 

“Who did this,” he asked. 

“Who? I don’t know, just let me out-”

“Who did this,” he asked again.

“I said I don’t know, now get me-”  

“What did he look like?” 

“Oh, I don’t know. A black and white cat, maybe. A lot like you, actually.” 

Mao Mao let go of the king with a huff. He turned to the door and began to walk to the door.

“Don’t forget about me. Sheriff? Sheriff? Cut me loose...Please,” the King asked, Mao Mao’s mind too busy to hear; his mind buzzed with thoughts and old memories. 

* * * 

“So, uh, care to tell me what exactly is going on?” 

The Stranger looked up at his captives. One was a rather large badger with an eyepatch and a little blue bat. He knew the bear was Badgerclops although he didn’t know the small one. He expected it would take more than a half-assed ice-cream stand to catch them, but it seemed to work.

“What’s going on is that you'll both sit there quietly and wait for him to show up.” 

“Whose he,” the blue one asked. 

“I don’t know, maybe I would if someone would tell me what’s going on!” 

Orangusnake slunk up to the captives with a wicked smile. “What’s going on is-” 

“Nobody shutting the hell up. That’s what's going on,” The Stranger mumbled. 

“Okay, why are you so rude? I let you into my ship! Then you start yelling at everybody! What do you want?”

“First off, you don’t ‘let’ me be anywhere. I can do what I want and you certainly can’t stop me. Secondly, I’m not rude you all are just insufferable. Lastly, what I want is to finally give Mao Mao what he deserves.” 

“And what is that?” 

The Stranger just smiled and took out more leaves. A flick of the wrist and a puff of smoke turned them into poorly made dolls of Mao Mao, Badgerclops, the blue one and himself. 

“What are those?” 

“The important people.” 

“We aren’t I there,” Orangusnake said. 

“Dude, I literally just said it's the important people.” 

“That… that hurts.” 

The Stranger rolled his eyes going back to his dolls. “First, I kidnap you two. Already done that. Then he shows up and we beat him up. Once he’s all nice and bruised we bury him alive. Let’s see how he likes being locked up without anyone to help him.” 

The Stranger let out a cackling laugh. 

“You’re a lot like your dad you know that,” Badgerclops said. 

The laughter suddenly stopped. “What would you know?” 

“I mean, you’re Jǐngtì Mao, right? Mao Mao’s son?” 

Everyone turned to the Stranger. He squinted his eyes, pushing a finger into Badgerclops’ face. “Okay, its Jǐngtì Keys actually.” 

The blue thing’s eyes lit up like stars. “Oh my gosh! You're Mao Mao’s Kid! WhatshelikeWhereyou’vebeenIsn’thethecoolestwhoseyourmom- wait, if you’re Mao Mao’s kid then why’d you kidnap us?” 

“Well, you see… Blue thing. Mao Mao is… awful. So, I’m going to make use of the only way he taught me to deal with my problems: bury it deep deep down and hope it never comes back up.” 

“That doesn’t sound very heroic.” 

“Well, you see that would be a problem if I was a hero, fortunately, I’m not so I don’t have to worry about shit.” 

“If Mao Mao’s your dad then who's your mom,” Orangusnake asked. 

“Tanya Keys.” 

“Who.” 

“What do you mean who she was here like last week.” 

“Never met her.” 

“Really? Tanuki. Did the stuff with the leaves. I mean you should’ve met her, she’s a bounty hunter.” 

“These guys don’t have bounties on their heads,” Badgerclops added from the back. 

Jǐngtì turned to the pirates then back to Badgerclops. “Aren’t they pirates.” 

“Sky Pirates,” Orangusnake added from the back. 

“Yeah, but they suck so we never really placed bounties.” 

“We’re right here.” 

“Damn, I thought they were strong because mom didn’t catch them.” 

“Nope. They’re bottom of the barrel.”

“We’re still right here.” 

“Why do I even have these guys then?” 

Everyone turned when they heard a loud bang. “Open up Jǐngtì! I know you’re here.” 

“They may not be fighters, but I suppose they can be cannon fodder.” 

* * * 

Mao Mao kept knocking on the hull of the Sky Pirates ship. His one good hand was starting to hurt when the door finally opened a tad. Jǐngtì poked his head over the door, his face covered with the purple bandanna. 

“Son.” 

“You.” 

“It’s been a while.”

“Four years and 156 days. Believe me, I’ve been counting.” 

“How are you even out of jail?” 

“Mom paid bail.” 

“All of it?”

“What do you think she was so desperate for bounties?” 

Mao Mao sighed and scratched his ears. “If you stop know we can have this kidnapping stuff all blow over, so just get down here.” 

“You can’t make me.” 

“Yes, I can.” 

“There’s just one of you and six, maybe seven if you count the snake-monkey as two different people.” 

“You mean the Sky Pirates?” 

“Yeah.” 

Mao Mao raised an eyebrow.”Really? You’re just scraping up wood chips. I beat them once a week, twice if I need to blow off some steam.” 

“See! That’s the shit I can’t stand. You pretend to be better than everyone else when you’re just as awful!” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I make one mistake and you just throw me into jail. You didn't even try to help me. You complain about your dad when you’re not better.” 

Mao Mao didn’t know words could hit that hard. He felt all the wind leave his lungs and pain in his chest. He clenched his fist and closed his eyes before looking up again. “You can’t just do things without consequences. You can’t just do wrongs and expect no justice.” 

“You’re right,” Jǐngtì said,” so let me fucking bury you alive.” 

“Please get down here. And stop cursing, Adorabat’s only six.” 

“The blue thing?” 

Mao Mao nodded.

Jǐngtì turned over his shoulder then back to his father, looking him dead in the eyes. “Shit, ass, fuck, motherfucker, bitch-” 

Jǐngtì certainly inherited his obstinance. He climbed up and swung the back of his blade at Jǐngtì. He dodged the attack, stepping forward to bring down his knife. Mao Mao stuck his sword in the floor, freeing his hand to catch Jǐngtì’s wrist. 

“-cock, fucker, and motherfucker.”

“You said motherfucker twice.” 

“Well, I am fighting you so I guess it was on my mind.”

Jǐngtì pulled a bomb from his bag forcing Mao Mao to jump back. When the fuse burned out the bomb just turned back into a leaf.

“Pirates!” Jǐngtì called out.

Mao Mao was forced to let go and quickly step out of the way of Rammaraffe, he was pushed back by an egg-bomb from boss-hostrich, a small head-tilt was enough to dodge Ratarang. Orangusnake let out a battle cry, leaping forward with battleax brandished. He couldn’t win like this. He dashed underneath Orangusnake, and reached for Geraldine. When the sword was nearly in his grasp it was pulled away. 

“How does it feel to be disarmed again,” Jǐngtì asked. 

“You’re like really mean, you know that?” 

Jǐngtì gave Badgerclops the side-eye before transforming with a  large puff of smoke. “Meh meh meh meh meh, that’s what you sound like,” he said. 

“Hurtful, but why’d you turn into modern art?” 

Jǐngtì raised an eyebrow,” what do you mean modern art I’m supposed to be you.” 

“That’s supposed to be… me?” 

Badgerclops laughed. He laughed and laughed as Jǐngtì’s frustration grew and grew until he exploded in a puff of smoke. “You know what! I don’t see you doing magic! You don’t get to criticize me for doing mine!” 

Mao Mao pinched the bridge of his nose.“ Badgerclops, quit arguing with an actual child and free yourself. Also, hand my sword while you’re at it.” 

“Can’t tied up.” 

“Quit being lazy. You know that’s not even a rope. It's just a leaf.” 

Badgerclops rolled his eyes and stood up, popping the rope around with a puff of smoke. He pointed his arm right at Jǐngtì. “You’re both very demanding you know that?” 

“I suppose I’ll just try burying him alive another time.” 

Jǐngtì pushed Badgerclops arm up. A single misfire blasted a hole right through the Sky Pirate’s ship. He grabbed Adorabat without hesitation, jumping off Badgerclop’s face to start climbing towards the exit. Mao Mao called his son’s name, quickly following after. They climbed to the top of the airship. Jǐngtì held Adorabt in one arm. The wind howled in their ears. 

“That’s enough, Jǐngtì.” 

“Enough of what?” 

“Enough of all this. You have to stop.” 

“Why? Why should I?” 

“Because you literally held an entire kingdom hostage. You teamed up with the Sky Pirates. You’re just becoming a villain.” 

“Like father like son, I guess.” 

“Jǐngtì just… just stop before this goes too far.” 

Mao Mao walked forward while Jǐngtì kept walking back. 

“Before I too far? I already thought I did go too far back in Queens Putland.” 

“You stole from the monarch and stole their crown! You can’t just do that and expect nothing of it!” 

“So, I guess it's justified to leave me in jail without even trying to post bail. I guess it’s fine to just up and move on with your life like you didn't spend 13 whole fucking years with them! Instead, you fuck off and replace me with… this!” 

He shook Adorabat around like a ragdoll. “Careful!” Mao Mao shouted as he took a tentative step forward. 

“Listen I get it I… am a hypocrite, certainly not the best father, but that's no excuse to do any of this.” 

“Shut up! Just shut up!” Jǐngtì reached into his pouch throwing leaf after leaf. 

Some turned into bikes, others into furniture, pianos and anything heavy. It didn’t slow Mao Maod down; he just cut them down one after the other. The final thing he threw was also the largest. A massive boulder that belonged at the slope of a mountain hurled through the air. Mao Mao simply raised his hand, simply grabbing onto it so tightly that it popped.

“Are you done?” 

“No, I’m not done! I never will be until you finally get your shit together! Put action to your words, and try, for once in your life, to do something right!” 

It happened in an instant. A step back when nothing was there. Jǐngtì fell back, too surprised to even scream. 

Mao Mao lunged forward grabbing onto his wrist.

To his horror, Jǐngtì seemed genuinely surprised. “Why?” 

“Does a man have to give a reason to protect his own children?”

The look in Jǐngtì’s eyes gave him hope. Hope that maybe mistakes can be fixed, or at least worked past. He helped Jǐngtì to his feet and placed his hand on his shoulder. Jǐngtì refused to look him in the eye, but he didn’t shrug it off. 

Without warning, he threw down one of Adorabat’s bombs. A cloud of smoke filled the air. When the smoke cleared he was holding Adorabat and Jǐngtì was nowhere to be seen. 

“Mao Mao,” Adorabat said. 

“Hm?” 

“What was that?” 

Mao Mao took a deep breath as he searched for the right way to phrase it. “Adorabat, we all have to deal with the consequences of our actions. You can’t just forget about them, lest we start to hurt the people we’re close to.” 

“Did you forget him, Mao Mao?” 

“You know what? I never could. I never even wanted to. I hope he knows that.” 

A loud crash shook the ship. Badgerclops helicoptered out through a brand new, much larger, hole with his arm cannon at full charge. “Alright daddy issues, that’s enough.” He waved his cannon around, searching for his target. 

“What?” 

“No not you. Jǐngtì,” Badgerclops said. 

“You can put the arm cannon down now. He’s long gone.” He knew Jǐngtì wasn’t. He taught him that disappearing trick, after all. 

“Oh. Well then let's get the aerocycle and go. I have no idea where it's parked.”

“But I didn’t ride the aerocycle here.”

Badgerclops groaned and they shared a laugh as they walked back home