#we’re told we gotta get ahead no matter what it takes but there’s no way off the hamster wheel in this rat race.

[nichuuu]

Beats Me - 5: Tamed

(Ryujin & Yeji)

Being Yeji’s neighbour was more of a nightmare than you’d imagined.

Yes. The prospect of her threats of coming to your house and killing you becoming reality scared you shitless. You knew she meant every word she said. You did what you could to avoid her in your apartment complex, taking the stairs, making sure to leave the house slightly earlier so that you didn’t see her at the lift landing… But no matter what you did, avoiding her was one hell of a sisyphean task. She was just about everywhere. You bumped into her in the lobby, saw her in the nearby convenience store, crossed her at the laundry room… 

It was like she was teleporting to your location each time you left your flat. It didn’t help that the two of you were perpetually on the same bus to campus each morning. She never really said much to you, opting to shoot you with her signature glare that never failed to scare you out of your skin. You wished you could just shrink away from her gaze sometimes, cower from those sharp feline-like eyes that bore into your soul each time you looked into them. She was terrifying to say the least. 

“Sounds like a shitshow for you,” Ryujin mused, staring nonchalantly at the fry in her hand. You set down your drink. 

“Calling it a shitshow would be an understatement,” you corrected. “It’s more of a… Fuck, I don’t know what it is.”

Ryujin chuckled and dipped her fry into her ketchup. “So tragic for you yet so entertaining for us…”

She popped the soggy fry into her mouth and leaned back in her seat. The beeping coming from the Mcdonalds kitchen was starting to irk you more than it should’ve in the given moment. Next to Ryujin, Kwon Eunbi sighed and took a sip of her drink. 

“You ought to try and get friendly with her,” she advised. “If you don’t, it’s gonna be plain awkward. I for one don’t like the idea of being glared at on a daily basis…”

“How the hell do I even approach that woman?” You asked exasperatedly, “What do I say? Oh hey Yeji, I know you hate my guts and all but can we be chill?”

Putting her legs up on the table, Ryujin replied. “I think you could try that.”

“She would cut me in half just by looking at me,” you promptly shot back. Ryujin shrugged. 

“You never know… Might be worth a shot.”

Eunbi sighed and folded her arms. “Sorry Myeong-seok… You’re kinda on your own for this.”

Your lips formed a thin line as you buried your face in your hands. “I know… It makes this whole thing suck a little more than it has to.”

Karina cleared her throat next to you. “You could uh… You know… Try saying hi to her when you see her around?” 

“That sounds like suicide,” you told your pianist truthfully. 

“Being a decent human being doesn’t mean you’re insane,” Karina told you.

“But this is Yeji we’re talking about here,” you reminded her, “I barely even open my mouth around her and she already wants to murder me! What will happen if I say hello?”

Jimin clicked her tongue and drew in a breath. She must’ve remembered that Yeji had an unexplained vendetta against you. You felt like it was due to the fact that you showed up late on your first day. Then again… Who stays mad at someone for that long? You didn’t know Yeji well enough to know if she was the type to hold grudges against people. 

“I’ll try and talk to her one of these days,” Ryujin piped, “maybe I can find a way to get her to be less of a bitch around you, but you’ll eventually have to get around to talking to her you know?” 

“ Yea… I do,” you told her. Trying to talk to Yeji wasn’t exactly on your bucket list, but you knew that you’d eventually have to try and sort things out with her if the band chemistry was to improve. 

Eunbi’s phone started to ring. She picked it up off the table.

“I gotta take this. If you guys have to leave, go ahead,” she told you guys. She stood up and hurriedly walked out of the Mcdonalds. You took a look at your watch and noted that it was getting pretty late.

“I think I’m gonna make a move,” you told your band members, “see you guys.”

They all waved to you as you gathered your things. You waved goodbye to Eunbi on the way out, but she was too absorbed in her phone call to see you. You decided not to disturb her and set off to the nearest bus stop. A couple minutes of waiting and a rather unpleasant ride home later, you found yourself walking down the usual path you took to get home. As you set down the footpath, thunder rumbled off in the distance. You quickened your pace, hoping to get home before the sky opened up above you. 

The gate to the lobby was in sight, the faint warm glow from the lights within the apartment complex illuminating the small space before the door like a fireplace would on a cold winter night. The light was always rather comforting to you, it symbolised security and respite from a long day. 

“Hehe… Eat up little fella…”

Though you were just metres away from the door, the voice that travelled from your left made you halt in your tracks. There was a soft meow, followed by an even softer giggle. 

“There you go… You better lick this bowl clean.”

You refused to believe your ears. But when you turned to the source of the voice, your eyes only served to prove what your ears had made you conclude. 

The voice you heard was indeed Hwang Yeji’s. It sounded foreign at first, but then you realised it was because it had taken on a softer, warmer tone. Your guitarist was squatting before a metal bowl, a rare trace of a smile on her face as she watched a cat eat cat food out of the metal bowl before her. She giggled again, a little louder this time. 

“You look terribly skinny,” she muttered,  tilting her head as she examined the cat closely.  “You don’t have a collar… You must be a stray then…” 

She gingerly stretched out a hand towards the cat. It had dark brown fur, patches of white spotting its body. Her fingers gently rested themselves atop the cat’s head, her knuckles curling and uncurling as she softly scratched the top of its head. You could only stare in shock and awe as you took in this gentler side of Yeji. You’d never thought it’d be possible for her to display affection towards anything or anyone. 

You must’ve stood there longer than you should’ve, for Yeji sensed someone’s gaze on her and whipped her head towards you. Her eyes locked with yours. For a moment, you swore you saw shock behind her eyes, then curiosity… And then they reverted back to their usual coldness. 

“Fuck are you looking at Squeaker?” she spat. 

You snapped out of your trance. “O-Oh… I-I was just… Walking home…”

“Then keep walking home. Don’t bother me,” she replied, fixing you with her usual piercing glare. She turned back to the cat, clicking her tongue in annoyance as she continued to watch it eat. You took that as your cue to leave her with her feline friend and continued to walk back towards the gate of your apartment complex. 

“Myeong-seok!”

You turned back to see Hwang Yeju waving frantically as she ran towards you. In her arm, she cradled a loaf of bread and a six pack of beer. You could also make out a tray of eggs and a pack of sausages. The items looked like they were bound to fall at any second.

“M-Ms Hwang! Be careful!” You cautioned her, brisk walking towards Yeji’s sister. To your amazement, she was able to keep all the items within the cradle of her arm and stopped right before you. 

“Hello!” She greeted you bubbly, “did you just come back from school?”

“Y-Yea…” you answered. You pointed to the groceries in her hands. “Do you need me to take some of those?”

You didn’t expect her to thrust all of her groceries into your arms. 

“Thanks! You’re really sweet!” Yeju beamed, “by the way, thanks for lending us salt yesterday. I think the cooking would’ve been a disaster without it!” 

You didn’t know how this woman had this much energy this late in the night. Your best guess was that it was simply just her personality. Furthermore, this was her third time thanking you for letting her borrow salt. It weirded you out a little, but you figured that it was simply her nature. 

“N-No problem Ms Hwang,” you assured her. 

“We’ve been through this. Just call me Yeju!” she reminded you.

“R-Right… S-Sorry Yeju…”

The older girl smiled, radiating a glow brighter than the street lights. Yeji emerged from the alley. 

“Unnie, let’s go,” she said.

“Aww come on Yeji, at least talk to your neighbour for a bit!” Yeju argued. Yeji fixed her elder sister with a glare. 

“I would rather shove a burning hot pan up my ass,” she grunted, “let’s just go.”

Yeji walked past you. She tapped her card against the reader in the gate. “I’m not waiting for you!”

“Come back here Yeji!” Yeju called. Unfortunately, Yeji had already disappeared into the lobby. With a heavy sigh, Hwang Yeju dug for her keys in her pocket. 

“She’s a lot more cranky these days… Can’t put my finger on it,” she muttered, “sorry for my sister’s behaviour… She’s a little… You know…”

You waved it off. 

“I understand,” you assured the older girl. She seemed relieved.

“Great. Let’s go inside before it starts pouring.”

The two of you entered the lobby. She asked you about your day, how things were going—The usual friendly neighbour stuff. You rode the lift together with Yeji’s older sister, carrying her groceries all the way to her apartment door where she finally took them back from you. With a friendly wave and a chirpy goodbye!, she entered her apartment and left you out in the hallway. You slotted your hands into the pockets of your jeans. “What an interesting woman…”

You headed back to your own apartment just down the hall. 

For the rest of the week, you didn’t see much of Yeju, but the frequency at which you bumped into Yeji seemed to increase. The campus cafeteria—once a haven where you were certain that you would not see Yeji—had become a meeting ground for the two of you. You’d bump into her as she was getting food or travelling to her next classroom, even spotting her from the corner of your eye while you ate your lunch. She was icy as always, her signature look of disdain glued onto her face with super glue, silently berating you as you scuttled by. 

And then there was the cat. It appeared that Yeji would always come down at night to feed the stray in the alley near the complex, whispering to it in a hushed, tender tone. She’d be in the same spot, same position—Squatted just a few metres away from the alley entrance. You made the mistake of stopping and staring the first few times, but soon learnt to keep walking on without looking at her. 

That night as the rain lashed your umbrella and the wind howled incessantly, you walked down the familiar stretch of pavement. Band practice had ended and you’d turned down Eunbi’s offer for dinner to catch up on some work. The concrete was slick with rain water, the warm glow of streetlights reflected in the stream of water that flowed down the pavement. It was chilly. Not winter chilly, but  the type of cold that was unpleasant enough to make you want to huddle up at home with a nice hot drink—That type of chilly. The rain was merciless, fat droplets pelting your face as a gust of wind blew what felt like an ocean’s worth of water towards you. In hindsight, you realised that you may have been better off going to dinner with your singer. That way, you could at least wait out the rain before heading home. 

You walked by the convenience store. The lobby was just a few metres away now. 

“Here… This should keep you warm.” 

Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t have stopped to look at Yeji. But under the assault of the storm, you couldn’t help but stop and turn to see if that truly was her talking to her feline friend in this weather. 

Sure enough, she was there. In a black raincoat with her hood up, you could make out the smiling features of Hwang Yeji as she slid something into a cardboard box. The box was beneath what looked like a small makeshift shelter, made from sticks and a plastic bag. It kept the rain from attacking the cardboard beneath it, sheltering its occupant from the storm. Yeji reached in and adjusted something, her mouth moving as she whispered something to the cat. You knew that it was in your best interest to set off by now, but you found yourself walking towards your guitarist. 

“There… That should do it,” she said. She’d wrapped a blanket around the cat, swaddling the shivering animal in warmth. Yeji folded the flaps of the box—by just a little—shielding her companion from the rain while giving it ample air to breathe. You stopped behind her, holding your umbrella out slightly such that it shielded the both of you from the rain. You knew that she could sense your presence from the way her shoulders tensed. 

“What did I say about bothering me?” she asked. 

“W-Well… You’d catch a cold if I just left you alone…” 

She turned to look at you. You could only see one of her eyes under the hood of her raincoat. 

Yeji pitched the wet raincoat. “Don’t you see I have this on?”

“I-I know. But the rain’s p-pretty heavy… You could catch a cold from this.”

Yeji clicked her tongue in annoyance.  “What do you take me for? Some girl who’s weak and helpless?”

“N-No! I-I just…” 

“Then why the fuck bother with me? Do you want something out of me?” Yeji retorted, rising from her position to look you in the eye.

The air that already felt dense because of the rain somehow grew denser. Yeji fixed you with one of her usual nasty glares. You felt something bubbling inside you—A balloon of frustration slowly growing and expanding, increasing in volume as it slowly rose up from your core to your throat. The fact that she’d taken your act of kindness for an act driven by the desire to achieve something didn’t sit well with you.

“I… I just wanted to help,” you told her sincerely.

“I don’t need your help. Go away.”

The balloon burst. 

“I don’t get it Yeji,” you began, unable to withhold the frustration from flooding your voice, “from day one, you’ve been at my throat, hounding and threatening me with snarky remarks. I don’t know if you only act this way towards me, but it’s seriously putting me off. I don’t know what I did to piss you off so much, nor do I understand how I’ve been able to piss you off to the extent that you literally despise me. Please, explain it to me.”

Yeji glared silently.  Then she squatted back down and faced the cat. 

“It’s… Not your fault.”

Your grip on your umbrella—that you didn't know had tightened—relaxed a little. “H-Huh?”

Yeji drew in a breath. “Go away.”

The roar of pattering raindrops on your umbrella seemed to go silent.

“W-Wait… What do you mean—”

“Go away or I’ll scream.”

You stood there for a moment. Then you slowly turned and retreated from your guitarist, leaving her vulnerable to the onslaught of water droplets from the sky once more. As you stood in the elevator, your mind seemed to be incapable of handling the creation of a mere string of thought. Yeji’s ambiguous line impacted you more than it should’ve. 

No work was done that night. Instead, you stared blankly at the login screen to your laptop, your fingers frozen on the keyboard. The cup of tea you’d made had gone cold long ago, the condensation on the inner walls of the cup flowing into the liquid and diluting it.

Why is this affecting me so much? I’m not even that close to her… 

You could figure out why Yeji’s statement screwed with you the way it did. However, an hour’s worth of thinking made you realise that it was the desire to receive her acceptance that drove you to care about this more than you should. You frustratedly smacked your forehead with your palm repeatedly, loud smacks carrying your confusement and frustration throughout your apartment. 

“Fuck. This band is messing me up…” you sighed. You took a sip of your lukewarm tea and cringed at its unnatural taste. It seems as though the tea was affected by your mood too. You felt the urge to talk to someone about what had happened, and when it came to Yeji, there was only one person that came to mind. 

From Shin Ryujin’s end, you could distinctly hear the sound of her cracking open a beer as you finished the last bit of your recount. 

“Hm…” your bassist mumbled, “I wonder what that could mean…”

You leaned back in your own chair and sighed. “This is bothering me more than it should. Is that weird? Am I weird?”

“Relax man. I think it’s just your nature,” she assured you, “don’t stress over this stuff, it’s alright to care sometimes.”

She belched loudly. You hurried to move the phone away from your ear.

“That’s fucking disgusting,” you muttered.

“Fuck you sideways Squeaker,” Ryujin retorted. She always had a thing for firing back with remarks that were beyond human imagination. “Anyway, thanks for telling me this. I’ll see if I can try to talk to her sister about it. Maybe she knows a thing or two.”

“Y-Yea… Maybe she does,” you echoed, “do you need help arranging a meeting? I can always just go down the hall and ask…”

“Shit. You live down the hall from Yeji?”

“Unfortunately. She moved in last week.”

There was a brief pause from Ryujin’s end. 

“Go get a six pack of beer for me,” she instructed, “I think I’m gonna be paying a house-warming visit.”

She followed you home from school the next night and retrieved the beer from your place. To your surprise, she’d actually bought a house warming gift for the Hwang’s. 

“The beer is simply a formality,” she told you, slinging the tote bag that contained her gift for the Hwangs over her shoulder. “It’s simply the warmer of souls, the pleaser of—”

“Just take the fucking beer and get out,” you told her. She grinned like a cheshire cat, satisfied that she’d managed to annoy you for the day. She went over to the Hwang residence without another word. You were relatively productive that night, burning through a decent amount of readings and completing two of the assignments that were due the next week. 

And then at 11pm, there was a knock on your door. You were lazing on your beanbag by then, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram and liking random images of capybaras. 

“Coming,” you muttered lazily. You rose and shuffled to the door. Two unexpected guests stood before you when you pulled the door open. 

“Hello!” Ryujin beamed. Next to her, Yeji grumbled something incoherent.

“W-What the…” you stammered. You were more shocked by Yeji’s presence than anything.

“Yeju wasn’t home,” Ryujin explained, waltzing into your apartment, “Yeji opened the door, I entered, cracked open a few beers, Yeji tried to chase me out, I pulled her out together with me, Yeji forgot her keys, here we are!”

The list of occurrences that tumbled from Ryujin’s mouth was nothing far from confusing. 

“I’m going to wait in front of my door,” Yeji muttered.

As the guitarist turned, Ryujin quickly strode over and grabbed her by the arm. “Nuh-uh.”

She dragged Yeji into your apartment and closed the door with her leg. “Let’s spend the time here! It’s so nice in Squeaker’s place!”

“She’s drunk,” Yeji told you.

“Not drunk! Tipsy!” Ryujin corrected, “if I were drunk, I would be slurring my sentences, but I’m not! Take that bitch!”

Yeji rolled her eyes. “This is ridiculous. I’m leaving.”

Ryujin blocked the door with her body. 

“You ain’t going nowhere kitty,” Ryujin smiled.

“Ryujin. Move,” Yeji growled. 

“Or what? What are you gonna do Yeji?” 

Yeji sighed and tried to push your bassist aside. With surprising agility, Ryujin grabbed Yeji’s wrist, pinning it against the wall in a swift movement. 

“W-What the hell! Let me go!” Yeji demanded. Ryujin grinned. 

“Nah-ah,” she replied.

Yeji futilely attempted to wrest herself from Ryujin’s grip. The bassist stayed smirking, catching her friend’s hand as she tried to push her away—Yeji’s other hand was pinned against the wall. 

“Relax kitty,” Ryujin whispered to her, “you’re being a very bad girl.”

“R-Ryujin! Don’t you dare!” Yeji warned. The panic was apparent in her voice. 

That was the first…

 Ryujin's smirk seemed to get even more smug . “Why not? We’ve done it before haven’t we?”

“T-That was a one off! I-I was drunk!” Yeji reasoned. 

Ryujin silenced her with a finger on her lips. “You enjoyed it last time, didn’t you?” 

“R-Ryujin… Please…” Yeji pleaded, “n-not here…”

Ryujin casted a glance in your direction.

“Why? You afraid Squeaker’s gonna let the whole world know about this?” she questioned Yeji. 

“Ryujin…” Yeji tried. 

When Ryujin shoved her knee in between Yeji’s legs, you knew that Yeji’s fate was sealed. You had no idea that Shin Ryujin of all people would be able to tame someone as fierce as Yej—Yet there she was, making the impossible possible.

“Anything else before we go on?” Ryujin questioned. Yeji opened her mouth, then she closed it. 

Yeji shook her head. Ryujin beamed.

“Neat,” your bassist mused, “we’ll have a fun time tonight.”

She was quick to drag Yeji over to the beanbag you were on just minutes ago. Then—rather boldly—Ryujin gripped Yeji’s T-shirt and ripped it right off her. 

“H-Hey!” Yeji cried, arms shooting across her chest to cover her vulnerable areas. “H-He’s right there!” 

“Oh relax, will you?” Ryujin scoffed, “he’s respectful. Isn’t that right Squeaky?” 

You flashed an awkward smile. You hoped that Yeji couldn’t see the tent in your pyjama pants.

“Come over here and help me,” Ryujin requested. 

“I-I… I really don’t think I should,” you reasoned, “I-I don’t think she wants me to touch her…”

“Does that really matter right now?” Ryujin rebutted. 

When you continued to stand there awkwardly, Ryujin rolled her eyes. “Ugh… No fun.”

She tugged Yeji’s shorts down, letting them fall and pool around her ankles. Yeji quickly moved and covered up her private parts. She looked rather uncomfortable.

“Ryujin,” you cautioned your bassist, “I-I don’t think we should—”

“I don’t need you being a wet blanket right now,” she chided, “if you aren’t joining, just sit out and watch.”

Every fibre of your body was urging you to just walk over right there and then. However, your conscience told you that doing so wouldn’t be wise. When Ryujin saw that you still remained in your spot, she scoffed. “Lame…”

She pushed Yeji down onto the beanbag. Yeji yelped as she fell into it, a gasp quickly following up as Ryujin fell atop of her.  Ryujin manoeuvred around Yeji’s body to remove the bra from her body. She succeeded and threw it away. In a flash, Ryujin herself was topless, her clothes adding on to the growing pile next to the beanbag. Her lips found Yeji’s, a sloppy makeout session ensuing.

Ryuin continued to assert her dominance over Yeji. Her right hand slowly made its way downward, until it reached the waistband of the simple, white panties Yeji wore. Spending not more than a second or two there, she reached further. The tips of her slim fingers quested below the thin cotton. When they reached a certain point, the gasps and soft sounds escaping Yeji’s lips cleared for a full moan of pleasure as Ryujin’s fingertips finally reached her most intimate parts. The moment that moan left Yeji’s mouth, you could see the smirk on Ryujin��s face grow wider. It was like she’d found a treasure.

From then, Ryujin refused to cease her assault on the guitarist’s body. Her left hand slid down the waistband of Yeji’s panties until the thin, tiny slip of fabric was halfway down the guitarist’s hips, giving her more than enough access to Yeji’s slick heat. You watched as Ryujin’s middle finger disappeared between Yeji’s legs. The rest of her hand covered your view—But the look on Yeji’s pleasure-stricken face told you all you needed to know regarding what that middle finger was doing.

“Look how fucking hot she is,” Ryujin said, her words dripping with lust, “she’s so fucking wet.”

Yehi let her loudest moan yet escape her lips. The sudden thrust and twist of Ryujin’s wrist tells you that she had penetrated the other girl with her fingers. Yeji’s legs close around her friend’s hand. 

“Fuck… Just as tight as the last time,” Ryujin smirked.

You found yourself squirming in place as your shaft continued to strain painfully against your pants. 

“I think you’ll like fucking her,” Ryujin stated, her voice taking on a softer tone, “She’ll be tight and wet for you… I bet you’d cum so quickly… A fucking shame that you’re choosing to miss out on this.”

Ryujin’s ring finger slipped between Yeji’s legs. You knew full well it had joined her middle finger inside Yeji’s body. Yeji’s legs seemed to have turned to jelly. Ryujin’s body covers Yeji’s bare skin, so you let your gaze roam up Ryujin’s toned back. And there, just to the left of Ryujin’s well shaped shoulders, you saw a pink nub rise and fall with each of Yeji’s laboured breaths.

Pink nipples—Yeji had pink nipples.

Yeji’s features—Usually fierce and full of anger—were twisted, wracked and contorted—Pleasure and lust coursed through her system, making her squirm beneath her friend. Her eyes, half-lidded with pleasure, stared up at the ceiling. Her mouth formed a perfect “O” as wordless sounds of pleasure left her lips.

“So tight… And she’s fucking drenched… Little slut,” Ryujin hissed. 

It all quickly becomes too much for the guitarist to handle. The pleasure of it all… It threatened to overwhelm her senses.

“Ryujin, I… Ryujin—” Yeji said quickly, as though she was barely able to form the words, “I’m going to…”

“You like being fingered? You like how I mess up your insides, don’t you Yeji?”

The guitarist’s only response was a long, passionate moan. She was suddenly unable to form words with her mouth. Every sound that escaped her was a moan of pleasure or a noise of the sort. It was like her brain had shut off, the pleasure in her system pushing the ability to think right out of her being.

“Do you like my fingers? Do you like getting finger fucked Yeji?”

Yeji squirmed. Her eyes shut as she moaned softly. It was like she was suddenly ashamed of how quickly and completely she had allowed Yeji to dominate her body and manipulate it to her liking. Ryujin moved her left hand to cup Yeji’s left breast, the index finger and thumb capturing her exposed, hardened nipple and giving it a soft squeeze. 

“Fucking cum Yeji.”

On cue, Yeji let out a scream. Her legs spasmed as an orgasm wracked her body. For several long seconds, Yeji writhes in pleasure beneath the bassist.  Ryujin turned and smiled devilishly at you. It was as if she was asking you whether you liked the little show she had just given you. She rose, leaving Yeji’s sweaty, heaving body on your bean bag as she strutted over. 

“I feel generous tonight,” she told you. Her hand grips your chin, tearing your gaze away from the guitarist before you can even take in her body. 

“Your table should hold my weight, right?” she asked. You nodded numbly. Wordlessly, she saunters over and clears a space for her to sit. Swiftly, she undid the belt that held up her baggy jeans, letting the denim fall off her slender legs. Her panties were off even quicker. 

You smiled devilishly as you undid your own pants and took your cock in one hand. You approached Ryujin, placing your shaft on Ryujin’s wanton pussy and dragging the head up and down her moist, dripping lips. 

Ryujin licked her lips. “She’s watching. Let’s give her a show, shall we?”

Grasping Ryujin’s legs, you raised them so that her calves were on your shoulders. Reaching down and placing your tip at her opening, you slowly pushed inside her. Entering Ryujin elicited a deep, lustful moan from her. You hear a soft set of footsteps approaching from behind. Yeji walked up next to the two of you. She knelt down, eyes glued on your cock that was buried inside her friend.

“T-Tell me how he feels,” Yeji requested.

“Fuck…” Ryujin gasped, unable to answer as you filled her completely. Your hips now touch her soaked, hot crotch as you bottomed out inside her heat. She savoured the feeling of being filled by you once more.

“He’s so big, Yeji,” Ryujin hissed, not taking her eyes away from yours, “he’s so big and thick and he’s fucking stretching me out… I think—”

Her moan cuts through her sentence. You’d cut short Ryujin’s descriptions as you began to move. Slowly, you drew your cock out from her tightly gripping pussy for the first time, savouring the feel of her lips wrapped tightly around your hard shaft as it tried to pull you back into her. You heard Yeji gasp at the sight of your cock drenched in slick, thick pussy juices. 

You drove back into Ryujin. Before long, you’ve settled into a slow but steady rhythm. You took your time, letting Yeji have a long glimpse of your cock as it appeared from between Ryujin’s glistening pussy before disappearing once more into the girl’s tight body. Ryujin was quickly reduced to a quivering, moaning mess as you fucked her. Gone was the girl that dominated Yeji just minutes before.

Her hands gripped the edge of your table with knuckle white grips, her mind and body relishing every thrust you made into her body. Words, cusses, moans… They spilled freely from her lips. 

“Oh, fuck! Fuck me just like that… Fuck me slow… Make me… Feel… Every inch of you! He’s so big, Yeji! He feels so fucking good inside me!”

You tore your gaze from Ryuin’s writhing body.  Yeji had begun to work her hand between her milky legs, her left hand clutching her right breast. You watched eagerly as she captured the pinkness of her nipples between her index and middle finger, delivering a small amount of pressure to the perky nubs.

With a foreign tone of lust, she drawled. “Fuck her… Fuck her harder…”

You grinned as the girl finally give into her desires. Her pleasure must’ve been heightened as she watched the erotic scene play out in front of her. You grasped Ryujin’s thighs and speared yourself deeper and deeper into the girl, using her long limbs as leverage to make each thrust harder than the last.

For long minutes, you fucked her like that. Her toned, slim body rocked back and forth helplessly on the table, her round breasts bouncing wantonly with each impact of your hips into her hot body..

“Oh, fuck! Yes! Fuck me harder… As hard as you want! O-Oh! Fuck YES!”

Ryujin is more than happy to let you have your way with her body. You knew from all the time you’d spent with her that she was more than comfortable with rough sex. Unreserved, you let loose and began o truly fuck her the way she wanted, the way she yearned, the way she loved to be fucked. 

Pounded. That was it—Shin Ryujin loved getting pounded.

You let her legs fall from your shoulders. You spread her thighs, a palm on each one before forcing her onto her left side. Keeping her right leg in the air, you continued to fuck her, giving Yeji the perfect view of your cock as it slid in and out of her friend’s pussy.

The new position drives Ryujin mad. Your first few thrusts into her wet, tight pussy were your indication. Her moans and gasps continued, higher in pitch and louder in volume as you drove deeper and faster into her pussy. The wet, slick sounds of her juices and the wet flesh around your cock reverberates through the apartment as you continued to fuck the mewling, moaning girl. Between her splayed lips, you could feel the heat radiating from her core surrounding your shaft.

“Oh god, Yeji he’s… he’s so big inside me. He’s fucking me so good!”

“How… how does your pussy f-feel, Ryujin?”

“It feels… So good… So full of his cock… M-Mmmmph… I’m so fucking wet! I'm gonna... I'm gonna...”

It was all quickly becoming too much to handle—Watching Yeji be used and Yeji watching you use her friend. Your own peak was rapidly approaching.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop fucking me!” Ryujin cried. “Mmmm, I’m getting close!”

“I… I’m cumming!” you heard. The voice was not from Ryuin, but from Yeji. The guitarist was a squirming mess on her knees, her body wracked with spasms as she orgasmed. You tore your gaze from Ryujin to watch as Yeji quivered and shook in her place, her hand working busily between her thighs as the rest of her body straightened involuntarily in pleasure.

“Ohh.. oh, I’m cumming!” Ryujin exclaimed. She took your attention back once again. Her pussy pulsated, squeezing you tightly—The signal of her impending orgasm.

“Where—”

“Inside me!” she answered, cutting you off, “inside me, please! Fill me… Fill me with your cum!”

She came first. The tightening of her spasming pussy around your shaft quickly drove you to orgasm as well. Burying yourself as deep as you can within her hot, slick pussy, you erupted.

Your cock sent stream after stream of thick, hot semen into her body. She tightened around you, squeezing your cock tightly and milking you of every drop. You let yourself savour every second of it, the feel of Ryujin’s body wrapped around you, the feel of her wet walls being painted with cum, the sound of her and Yeji’s moans filling your ears. You were certain that this was paradise.

You stood there exhausted. Soon you finally slipped out of her body with a slick pop. Ryujin turned onto her back, too exhausted to do anything further. White, thick liquid oozes between the splayed lips of her freshly fucked pussy, before a thick stream began to flow from her body onto her flushed thighs and your table.

“Oh fuck…” Ryujin heaved, “that… That was fucking hot…”

She let her legs dangle off the table, keeping them spread as she looked over to her friend on her knees. “Come here and clean me up Yeji.”

The girl eagerly rose from her knees and knelt back down in front of Ryujin’s still spread legs. She doesn’t waste any time, diving in and licking the thick white cum that flowed from your bassist’s pussy like it was a delicacy. Ryujin hummed softly, basking in the pleasure at the feel of Yeji’s tongue attacking her still sensitive lips. When Ryujin had enough, she pushed Yeji’s head away. You swore you saw a hint of disappointment on Yeji’s face.

She slid off the desk. You caught her, holding her steady as she found her footing on her jelly-like legs. 

“Shit… I need to sleep,” she muttered, “Squeaker, carry me to your bed, will you?” 

You complied. You laid her down on your mattress as gingerly as you could, making sure to pull the covers over her nude body. Then, you went over to your cupboard and pulled out a shirt.

“Where… Are you going?” Ryujin asked as you were about to head out.

“I’m just passing this to Yeji,” you told her, “she’ll need this.”

Ryujin hummed and turned on her side. “Sleep next to me when you come back.”

You walked out. Yeji had put her bra and shorts back on and was gathering what was left of her shirt.

“H-Hey,” you called. You walked over and handed the shirt to her. “You’ll need to cover up. H-Have this.”

Yeji stared at the shirt for a moment. It was one of those old anime shirts you picked up from the thrift store. It would definitely be baggy on Yeji’s small frame, but it was all you could really offer her. 

You thought that she’d smack your hand away and tell you to fuck off or something. To your surprise—and some delight—she gingerly took the shirt from you. Wordlessly, she slipped it on. 

“Thanks,” she voiced, “I’ll go now.”

You walked her to the door and opened it for her. “I-Is Yeju back to open the door?”

“S-She should be,” Yeji replied.

“R-Right then… H-Have a good night,” you wished her. She looked at you for a moment. You were certain she was going to call you a slur.

“G-Good night,” she wished back, “I-I’ll see you tomorrow for practice...”

Yeji hugged herself and hurried down the hall. You figured that the embarrassment had made her act like this. Tomorrow, she’d go back to cussing you out like a sailor.

You returned to your room after locking up. Ryujin had fallen fast asleep by then, snoring rather loudly as you silently slipped into the space next to her. 

***

“You think she’ll be awkward when she sees us?” Ryujin asked as the two of you got off the bus. 

“She’ll be fine with you, but she’s gonna kill me,” you muttered. 

Ryujin cackled. “Ah… So this whole thing is no longer my problem!”

You shot her a glare.

“You were the one that initiated things. It still is your problem,” you told her.

“Hey. You both enjoyed it didn’t you?” she smirked. 

“That doesn’t negate the fact that you started the whole thing!” you argued.

“What are you guys getting so heated over?” 

You turned. Kim Chaewon gazed at the both of you, a blank expression on her face. 

“Oh. Hey Chaewon,” Ryujin waved, “we were just having friendly banter. We aren’t gonna kill each other if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Chaewon gazed intently at Ryujin for a moment, then transferred her gaze back to you. “So I was that forgettable huh?”

You blinked. “W-What?”

“You’ve already moved on, haven’t you?” Chaewon questioned, “getting yourself involved in a band with a bunch of girls like I was never important. You’re fucking disgusting.”

Chaewon shoulder-checked you as she walked past, making sure to let her trumpet case strike your shin as well. You winced, a sharp pain shooting up your leg. 

“Fuck,” you hissed. Ryujin quickly held onto you.

“That girl is psycho,” she told you. 

“Bratty is a better word,” you replied, “please don’t tell me she’s gonna join the band…”

Ryujin pursed her lips. “Well… Judging from the fact that she has her trumpet case with her on a Friday—I’d say that Eunbi managed to get through to her.”

“Christ on a fucking pike,” you sighed, “Yeji was enough for me to handle already…”

The pain was slowly fading now. You tapped Ryujin’s shoulder. “I think I can walk this off,”

Your bassist let go of you, letting you walk forward on your own for a bit before jogging up to you.

“Chin up Squeaker,” she assured you, “I’m sure that there’s a way to achieve peace in our band.”

You sure as hell hoped so. If not—you were in for one hell of a ride.

[herofics]

Yooo, remember a WHILE back when you made those Sloth HC’s for Mina and Kiri? (Took me a lot of scrolling, you make TONS of great stuff luv.)

Could you somehow transfer that to JJK with Todo and Maki? I just love the concept of it and how you’d incorporate that in their world.

A/N: Thank you, if you want to find posts easier, the masterlists are linked in the pinned post. The post/request can be found here and it was pretty fun to write back then. It was also pretty fun to write now too. These are based on how the characters are in the anime, rather than in the manga, because the manga is so much ahead. Did HCs since it’s the easier option, but I gotta admit I don’t have a particularly good grasp on Todo’s personality especially, but I hope these are fine

~Zenin Maki~

•Your cursed technique stockpiles cursed energy the more slothful you are

•It comes with your physical abilities strengthening and your cursed energy becoming more intense (Idk how the hell CTs or CE works)

•You do your daily things, you train with the others and stuff like that, but you always do it the easiest way possible, the way that requires the least effort

•Maki wasn’t a big fan of you when you first started in Jujutsu High, you started at the same time and she found you quite infuriating

•You never seemed to take anything seriously, most of the time you were just lounging around, yawning, looking generally tired and being lazy

•But when she saw you fight for the first time, actually fight against a curse when you were assigned on a mission together, she was stunned to silence, which is a pretty impressive feat for anyone when it comes to Maki

•You always liked her, you thought she was badass and no matter what anyone else thought, strong

•You and Maki actually end up becoming pretty close after you saved each other’s asses on the first mission you had together

•The dating thing just kind of happened without either of you really realizing it, until Panda made some off hand comment about you two dating and you were both like “We’re not dating!”

•Which led to the conversation of “Are we dating?” and ended with the conclusion of “I guess we are”

•When you overexert yourself, you fall asleep very soon after, therefore you have to be good at distributing your cursed energy evenly so you don’t run out

•You also have to sleep for a pretty long while after to get your cursed energy back to a normal level

•Maki doesn’t really care if you’re lazy, since you still put effort into the relationship and you can hold your own and you’ve got her back in a fight

~Todo Aoi~

•Todo used to not have a very high opinion of you, because of how lazy you were

•He felt like you never put any effort into anything, especially physical training, which was very much the case but he didn’t yet understand why

•You never really talked about your cursed technique, because you didn’t see a reason to

•So Todo didn’t know about how it worked or that your lifestyle was very good for your cursed technique

•When you finally got annoyed at his attitude and the constant chastising, you told him about your cursed technique

•Now he can just complain to you about your martial arts and close combat technique, which he does

•Todo actually starts helping you with honing your technique, which includes a lot of sparring and you getting beat because you don’t want to use your cursed energy on him

•He wouldn’t kill you, and getting at least a bit beat up was a pretty daily thing for you as a jujutsu sorcerer

•Todo has had to carry you back from missions a few times when it got tough and you over exerted yourself, because you fell asleep

•He doesn’t mind, and he’s much gentler with you now that you’ve started dating

•Before he just threw you over his shoulder and carried you kind of carelessly

•When you need to recharge, you like to sleep in his bed

[cheesewedge]

Faces in the Flames (18+)

Summary: On their way back to Clemens Point, Arthur and Maria encounter a gang they've never seen the likes of.

Word Count: 2,230

Tags: graphic descriptions of corpses, dialogue-heavy, violence, arthur x original female character

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Thick fog drowns the swamp in mist. Moonlight leaks through the tendrils of the weeping willows and brings forth skeletal shadows of the bald cypresses. All air is heavy with the stench of rotten eggs. Maria looks around. Dozens of eyes red and unholy poke up from the water. Mosquitoes keep time with the gnats and flies, the odd bullfrog, and she swats the air to keep them away from her face.

“Jesus, it’s creepy out here.”

“Yeah, I know. Don’t worry, we’re almost home.”

“Not really.”

“Y’ain’t gotta worry, I’ll keep you safe.”

“You always do. But that isn’t the point.”

“It ain’t?”

“No.”

“Okay, then what is it?”

“The point is I am this close to climbing in your saddle and staying there until we get home.”

Arthur laughs. “Well, you won’t get no complaints outta me.”

“Pff. Is that why you didn’t listen when I told you it was too late to travel?”

“Naw. I did it ‘cause I love hearin’ you chew my ear off.”

She raises her eyebrows and bends over her saddle horn in silent laughter, rising only to smack his arm. “I hate you.”

“Aw, ‘m only jokin’. But y’ain’t got nothin’ to worry about. ‘M always gonna keep y’ safe.”

“I know.” She reaches to place a hand on his thigh. She runs her thumb over him and smiles when he looks at her. 

“Can’t say it weren’t worth it for that trip.”

She pulls away. “That’s true. As awful as this is, I’d do it again to fuck you on silk sheets.”

“We can always turn around.”

“Yes, when I can walk again, we can turn around.”

He laughs. “‘M-‘m sorry. I weren’t too rough was I?”

“No rougher than I asked for.”

His eyes flick to hers. He smirks, but she reserves her smile for the road.

“Y’ know, there was a time when fellers had t’ pay for that kinda—”

Ophelia whinnies, stomping in place as if there’s a fire at her feet. Maria wraps the reins around one fist and grips her saddle horn with the other. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy. Take it easy. What’s wrong with you?” Through the shushes and pats to her neck Ophelia calms down just enough to avoid bucking Maria, but when nudged forward, she won’t move.

“Think I could tell y’.”

Maria turns to Arthur, his eyes fixed ahead of them. A man hangs bloated and still as stone from a cypress branch. His head droops toward his bound hands, waxen skin grey and cold as a winter sky. One of his shoes lies on the grass beneath him and the naked foot has long since rotted, consumed by fly eggs and a callous buzz of insects. 

“Jesus Christ.”

“Ain’t been here more than a couple days it looks like.”

“We should cut him down. See if he has any identification. He may have had a family.”

“Ain’t no business of ours. Poor bastard.”

“Arthur.”

Before he can protest she draws her pistol. A shot rings out as the body crumples down with an ugly thud. She dismounts. The man’s legs lie bent unnaturally beneath him. There’s a sweetness to the fetid odour of vomit and meat and the stink of shit clung to his trousers. Foam seeps from his nose and out past his protruded tongue. She buries her face in a handkerchief. 

“Come on, leave it. We gotta get outta here.”

She squats and tries his vest pockets. An opened bottle of gin and a few coins are left in one pocket before she searches the other and pulls out a folded piece of paper. 

if you find this i am dead

the Nite Folk haunted my dreams and now they haunt my waking hours too. I have tried to evade them but it is only a matter of time I feel before I am bested

the silence is overwhelming

pray for me

She doesn’t move.

“What is it?”

An arrow skims the bridge of her nose. She cries out, the burn immediate as another bolt pierces the air to take her hat with it and bring forth freakish hissing and a rush of bare feet from the trees, a trio of so-called men armed with machetes and clubs, their faces smeared in white paint and one’s naked torso slathered in blood with his bare teeth exposed as he hisses and chases after her.

Ophelia cries out and bolts to the other end of the road, Arthur’s mare just behind her after he dismounts and fires another round. One bullet punctures the stranger’s shoulder, another one his neck, but he raises the blade over his head and swings at Maria. She jerks away and lands on her rear, hands drowned to the wrist in mud as she kicks away. Blood, almost black in the moonlight, bubbles from his throat and spills down a rosary of human hair woven around his neck, tongue clicking in a manner only the others understand. She kicks. A bone snaps somewhere in the leg and he pauses, the whites of his eyes like distant moons when he swings the machete to catch the meat of her thigh. She lets out a pathetic sound, kicks again. He staggers to a knee without a sound and she fires her shotgun, closing her eyes against the splatter of teeth and blood. She fires again, though there’s nothing left to shoot at.

She holsters and claws at the mud to lift herself up. Both who went after Arthur lie dead in the road. She stumbles toward him with fire pulsing through her leg and hollers for Ophelia. 

“C-creepy bastards. Jesus, y’alright?”

“I’m fine. Let’s just get the fuck out of here.”

Ophelia trots down the path and rears when she steps over one of the men. Maria hobbles next to her and mounts with some difficulty, not daring to look at the thing by her feet as Arthur whistles for his mare. 

“Y’ sure you’re okay—?”

Maria whips her head to the trees. Torches bob not thirty feet behind them, another four, maybe five heads of caramelized rags amid hissing and clicking and the squelch of toes in mud. She watches them, her entire body tense in a war against itself to move, but all she can do is stare at the sickly parade of white faces seemingly born from the flames.

A gunshot. She looks at Arthur, unshaken with a snarl on his face before he fires again. An arrow lands in a tree trunk. 

“Let’s go.”

Another arrow whizzes by her head and she digs her heels in the stirrups, urging Ophelia toward Rhodes with Arthur right beside her. 

A defeated screech emerges from the fire and demands life of the swamp, Arthur and Maria’s vision clouded by the tattered apparitions of the Spanish moss, their faces assaulted by weeping willow limbs, everything like great beings from hell that scratch and snap at their heels until the swamp is so far behind them it’s like the remnants of a bad dream.

By the time they reach Clemens Point sweat leaks from their mares’ chests down their legs. Maria pats the side of Ophelia’s neck, whispers words of encouragement, but she tosses her head in the crownpiece until she’s hitched by the water trough. 

Maria stumbles off and inhales through her teeth when she lands on the grass. 

“Sweetheart, y’ okay?” 

She hobbles to her tent without an answer.

Arthur sighs and flicks his eyes to the shadow in his periphery. Kieran lugs a saddle toward Taima and hoists it on her back with a small grunt. 

“O’Driscoll.”

“Evenin’, mister.”

“Y’ mind givin’ our horses a look at? May o’ pushed ‘em a bit too hard comin’ back here.”

Kieran shuffles over with a look of concern that only worsens when he sees the mares. “Oh, Arthur. What’d ya do to ‘em?”

“I know, I know. Can y’ help?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Thank y’.”

He makes his way to the firelight shadows that stretch behind the cinched maroon fabric of Maria’s tent, pitched just beside his. Arthur shakes off his jacket and drops it onto his clothing trunk. Peels off his overshirt. His pants and boots. He pinches the fabric of his union suit and tries to fan himself dry but eventually relents, tucking a clean one under his arm as he steps into the night.

The stench of blood chokes him on the way into Maria’s tent. Her clothing lies abandoned — the front of her pants, her shirt soaked crimson. She stands with one foot on an upturned bucket and runs a rag down her naked leg, her camisole and bloomers spread like dead birds at her feet. He watches her glide the rag to one of her breasts. 

“Hey.”

“What’re y’ doin’?”

“Bathing.”

“How many a’ those you gonna take? Y’ just had one ‘fore we left Saint Denis.”

“Yeah, well, that was before I was covered in shit.” She bends to wring out the cloth and clutches her thigh.

“Sweetheart, let me see.”

“I’ll be fine.”

He sighs. “Am I gonna have t’ tie y’ to the bed?”

She limps to her cot. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” she says as he kneels in front of her, lifting her calf with both hands to bring her foot atop his leg. The wound isn’t as deep as he feared. It stretches across the width of her thigh and smells faintly of whiskey, already disinfected. 

“Y’ should wrap it.”

She reaches into her nightstand and hands him a roll of gauze and a small pair of scissors for him to wrap strip after strip around her leg, tucking it in on itself. “Thank you…w-what?”

He frowns at another cut, deeper than the first and curled across the bridge of her nose. She touches it. “Oh. Yeah, I know. It should be okay. I cleaned it, so all we can do now is let it heal.” 

He doesn’t answer. 

She looks at him, and in the silence spots the exact moment his eyes glass over with blame. She grazes the scar on his nose with a small smile, her voice quiet. “Now we match.”

“I ain’t ever wanted y’ to match all my scars.”

“Oh, me neither,” she says, and it gets a laugh out of him.

She sighs. “Arthur, I’m sorry. I should have left him there. Those things were just waiting for us.”

“S’okay. We got outta there.”

“I almost got us killed.”

“They was probably gonna ambush us anyway. Folk like that are jus’ waitin’ for folk like you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He grins. “Kind folk. Yer an easy target.”

“You mean a sucker,” she says, and when he grins a little wider she laughs and smacks his arm. “Go to hell.”

“Ha. Well, I told y’ to leave him.”

“Yes, and for once, you were right.”

He scoffs but doesn’t say anything else, the two of them smiling through a quiet moment born and lost in the breeze. 

“Arthur?”

“Mm?”

“Arthur, will…will you stay with me tonight?”

“‘Course I will.”

Her eyes sink to the goosebumps on her thighs. “Thank you.” 

“Hey. Look at me. S’over now.”

“I know.”

“Then how come y’ look like y’ just seen a ghost?”

She scoffs. “Maybe we did.”

He gently brings her foot to the grass and puts his hands on his thighs, rising with a grunt. “Y’ been spendin’ too much time in them books o’ yours.” He walks to her clothing trunk and pulls out a clean nightgown. “What’s it called?”

She smiles and takes it. “Dracula. And he’s not a ghost, he’s a vampire.”

“S’all the same to me.”

“It is not the same. You can kill a vampire, Arthur.” She slips her arms through the lace sleeves. “You can’t kill what’s already dead.” 

He unbuttons his union suit. “Good thing they ain’t real then.”

“And how do you know what’s real?”

“I ain’t ever seen one. And you ain’t ever seen one neither.”

She opens her mouth to speak but blushes instead, the dampened legs of his union suit peeled down his calves and discarded next to her underthings. He unfurls his clean one and navy fabric tumbles to his feet, a smirk on his face when he quirks a brow over his shoulder.

“Whatchu lookin’ at?”

She rests her elbows on her knees, cradles her chin in her open palms. “The scariest thing I’ve seen all night.”

“Yeah, y’ should see me up close.”

“That was always my favourite view.”

“Guess you’ve officially lost yer mind then.”

“That I did,” she says, and they smile at each other.

It doesn’t take long to assemble a makeshift bed on the grass—a bear pelt, her pillows, a worn out blanket that lost its colour years ago. She sinks onto it first, patting the space beside her before he turns out the lantern.

He barely lifts the blanket over his frame before she curls next to him, an arm draped over his stomach so she can lay on his chest, and when he presses his stubbled chin to the crown of her head she knows he’s smiling.

“G’night, darlin’.”

She hums long and high, fingers working the button just below his navel. “You know I’m just gonna open these again, right?” 

He chuckles. “Y’re already takin’ too long.”

[iheartmomochi]

Dear Vocalist Momochi A•CHI•KO•CHI ＼No Limit!!!／ translation

Important: i DID NOT make this translation. I commissioned currytantou on twitter (an entire month ago LOL), so all credit goes to them! I 10000% recommend you also commission them if you want a jpn -> eng translation!! And please do not repost this translation anywhere or use it for re-translations into another language.

You can listen to the cd here

0:04

[closes door] Ahhh, just cramming the luggages and it tires me already. It doesn’t make sense how I have to drive now. Ugh. I should have hired a mover to carry all this stuff. In the first place, why do I have to keep costumes at the office? If there’s no space to store them, just add a new building or something. It’s not like they don’t have the money.

Anyway, the interior of this car really sucks! Wood paneling?! Seriously, why did he buy this of all cars? I’d definitely refuse it if he offered it to me even for free. Way too lame. Well, not that it matters. It’s not like I’m gonna get in this car anymore after this. Actually, how do I start the engine? Where’s the key?

1:10

Huh? Of course I have a license. I just didn’t tell you about it. Well, I’ve only driven twice since I got the license though...Besides, I can survive in the Tokyo metropolitan area without driving. Actually, it’s a bother to have a car. What is this button? Ah, it’s on. Geez, what’s the deal? Nobody needs cars to be so high tech. Why can’t it just be like those cars at driving school? Just use a key and we’re all set. We’ll go now- ..oh right. Gotta set the navigation. I have it but it’s a hassle so can you set it up? You remember my home address, don’t yo- Ah.

2:08

Ahem. If so, then what? It’s fine. Just a slight scrape on the mirror won’t affect the driving. It’s their fault for parking next to a pillar. Put that aside, hurry up with the gps! I told you to set it up, right? Figure it out by the time we come out of this basement parking.

2:45

[beeps] Tch, so noisy. I just gotta turn right next. I know that much. [beeps] Ugh!! That red car keeps tailgating us, right? Stop bullshitting me. Now I can’t enter the right lane! Whatever. I’m going straight. [beeps] Shut up. Why don’t you drive, then? It’s not like we’re in a rush anyway. Can you not complain just because we’re taking the longer way? Ughh. How irritating. Oh. We can just enter that family restaurant. We’re taking a break. A break. [horns from other cars] Huh???! Shut it!! You don’t have to horn that loud. I can hear it just fine!

3:46

Ughhh. Huh? I just need drinks. If you wanna eat, just go ahead. Anyway, will you bring me anything to drink? I’m tired from driving. No way I can move even one step from this seat. Whatever works. Ah, but not that lemon squash from earlier. The one at this place tastes so awful. Also not coffee or tea. I’m not in the mood now. Also, don’t add any ice. It’s so inconvenient anyway. (sighs) I still gotta drive after this. It’s unthinkable we’re not even halfway to home. I’m so fed up, seriously. Ahhh! I wanna go home soon!

4:55

Tch. How long do you think I waited? You’re too slow. Come on, let’s go. Huh? Where else? Obviously back home. We’ll grab a taxi somewhere. The car? Just leave it here. I’ll just make up some random excuse and have one of the members pick it up. I can just ask them to carry the luggages while they’re at it too. I see. Then stay here by yourself. If you’re that concerned about the car.

5:48

[car slows down] Hm, I’m gonna read out the address so can you insert it in the navigation? Yes, please do- Ugh! Hey, what are you doing? You’re gonna get those hands caught! Ehehe! Sorry about that. Seems like this girl is a little drunk...Hey, what are you crying for?! Stop it! Uhh, I’ll get off for now. I’m really sorry, after I made you stop the car! Alright. [car leaves]

6:32

(sighs) Hey. Stop your bullshit. The driver gave me a weird look! Seriously, what were you thinking? Not only you wrench opened the door I’m about to shut, you even cried out loud! Nobody knows who’s watching us on this high traffic road. You’re seriously unbelievable. Come over here!

Looks like nobody’s around here. Hey, will you get over it? I’m already irritated enough..! Huh? It hurts? You got those grass as a cushion, so isn’t that fine? Or maybe I should’ve pushed you against that wall? Huh? Roses? Ahh, the thorns hurt you. I see. Huhhh..! Haha! I know, and that’s why I did it. Nggh...! Feel more pain! There! There!

8:07

Hm? Are you gonna cry again? Even when everything is your fault? I really don’t get it. Hm? Your neck is bleeding. Did a thorn pierce you? [sucks] Hey, what are you doing? It’s teared up because you moved unnecessarily. I was being kind enough, because that cloth looks new. But I guess it’s too late. You fell down the grass and you already got yourself dirty earlier. I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore. This cloth..! (tears) Ahhh, it tore up more than I thought it would. Now you’re gonna be full of scars, no? Hehe! But what can I do? Because everything is your fault..!

9:20

Haha! Feel more pain! I’ll ruin you even more while we’re at it! You have such a pathetic look right now. But that makes me feel a little better. Depending on how you behave, I might feel like driving again. Actually, isn’t it going to be inconvenient for you if I don’t drive? How are you coming home when you’re like this? Your clothes are all torn. Your makeup, hair - all messed up. You probably can’t even catch a taxi so that means you have to rely on me, don’t you agree? So, there’s only one thing that you can do. Do your best and put me in a good mood. I told you before, remember? That I’m the only one who can love a miserable girl like you. Don’t ever forget that. Your answer? Don’t tell me you already forgot. If you get it then be desperate and behave in my favor. If you don’t want to be abandoned. Okay? (kisses)

[arwyd]

so much (for) stardust is literally the album of a generation. it perfectly encapsulates the widespread mindset among millennials & gen z post-Covid.

“the shell’s empty, there’s no point to any of this, it’s all just a, A random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes”

“I’d never go, I just want to be invited”

“we’re told we gotta get ahead, yeah, no matter what it takes / but there’s no way off the hamster wheel on this rat race”

but the album isn’t just nihilism, either. it’s perfectly summed up once more in The Pink Seashell, “so I take pleasure in the detail.”

“the view’s so pretty from the deck of a sinking ship.”

“feeling so good right now, til we crash and burn somehow”

“they don’t know how much they’ll miss, at least until you’re gone like this”

in this album fall out boy is saying “hey, it sucks. we know this, we hear you, we feel the same, but there are still things to enjoy, still love to make. the only purpose in your life is what you give it, and that’s okay.”

[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

no 15 for chyan have funn <33

REMI IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 🙏🙏🙏

Things have been weird lately. See, Chad had always been the most adamant of them all. You can’t do both. Basketball or theatre. Stick to the status quo, man. So it was really weird that he was sat in the plasticy seats in front of the littler stage in the drama room, staring up as the lights flickered and flashed. 

He was there for Troy. Of course. Chad was waiting for the rehearsal to end so he could drive his friend home. That was it. Or… at least that was what Ryan told himself. 

Ryan watched as the boy in the front row blew a bubble, popped it, and licked his lips slowly. Fuck. All of a sudden, the stage lights were too bright, the track was too loud, and Ryan was tripping over his own goddamn feet. He hadn’t missed a step like that since… since ever. It. Doesn’t. Happen. 

Ryan fumbled, recovering quickly and ignoring the sharp glare coming from stage left. Sharpay could shove it, he thought. It was much more important to consider the fact that he’d messed up for the first time in years, and there was a hot guy watching him do it. Fabulous.

While Ryan was battling in the throes of embarrassment, mentally berating himself, Chad had his feet kicked up on the chair next to him, and his stupid baseball cap pulled low over his face. To anyone else, he would've looked bored, annoyed even. 

But Ryan knew. Chad hadn't taken his eyes off him the whole afternoon. No matter how hard the boy was fighting to keep up his façade, Ryan knew that he was interested. 

And that was enough motivation to bring him back, to get back into the swing of things louder and more energised than ever. 

Ryan didn't miss a single step for the rest of the run through. 

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The whole cast filed out into the hallway, chattering excitedly. Troy was up ahead of him, but no sign of-

“Ry-an!” 

Ugh, there she was. Most annoying goddamn voice he’d ever heard. 

Okay, okay. One deep breath, c’mon. Lights up.

Ryan turns to face his sister, still clad in her shiny sequined top and show makeup. 

“Hi Shar,” he sighs, ready for the explosion.

“What was that?! We do not mess up, Ryan!! What happens if we’re in front of an audience and that happens, huh?!” Sharpay slowly slides up the octave as she talks, getting shriller and angrier with every word. “You are going to ruin my show, Ry! I’m serious!” 

Our show, Ryan nearly corrected. But again, he let it slide. He always let it slide.

“I was distracted. It’s not gonna happen again,” he answers tightly, staring at the wall behind Sharpay’s head.

“Distracted?! Dis-trac-ted?! Ugh, you are unbelievable!” The girl strutted off angrily, heels clacking at the floor as she did. 

“Outta my way! Out of it!” Ryan could hear Sharpay’s whines as she struts the whole length of the corridor, shoving people to the side. He sighed, kicking at the floor dejectedly. Fuck family sometimes, honestly. 

“Woah, she’s gotta take a serious chill pill.” 

Ryan whips around at the words, eyes finding a certain basketballer’s. Oh.

Chad quirked an eyebrow, hands tucked into his back pockets. “What’s it today, huh? Hair curler broken? Sequin fall off her shirt?” The grin on his face was… annoyingly endearing.

“Nah. I missed a step, in the fourth number. It’s stupid. I’m stupid.” Ryan brushes a hand through his hair, an old nervous habit. Fidgeting, doing anything to distract himself from the reality of what was going on. 

Chad scrunches his forehead, bringing a hand up to Ryan’s shoulder in a broken attempt to comfort him. “Hey, woah. You’re not stupid, man. If it’s worth anything, I didn’t even notice you’d screwed anything up.” Awe. That was nice.

Ryan smiled, but it was quickly replaced by a cross glare at a junior that had knocked into him on her way past. The corridor was full to the brim now, a bunch of classes letting out. 

“Uh, d’you wanna go somewhere a bit more… quiet?” Chad chuckled at the disgusted look that Ryan’s features had arranged themselves into, and led him through the crowd without further question. Ryan tried his hardest not to stare at where their hands were joined. And failed. 

After a few moments of far too much contact with the rest of the school, the two slip into a door on the side of the hallway. The locker rooms. Sorta gross, but at the very least they were empty. 

Ryan slid down onto a bench, patting the area next to him with a weighted glance. When Chad joins him, he swallows nervously, tries to summon up enough courage to ask the question that had been plaguing him all day.

“Why were you watching us today?” Chad opens his mouth to reply, but before he can, Ryan’s interrupting, knocking their shoulders together softly. “Don’t try and tell me you were there for Troy, ‘cause I’m not buying it. C’mon, I know how you feel about theatre and stuff. What’s up?”

Chad’s cheeks darken slightly, and he tucks his head down to let a tuft of hair fall in front of his face. “Mm… dunno. Just… felt like it, I guess. Wanted a… change,” he mumbled. 

Right. That’s how it was gonna be, huh? Well, Ryan was pretty sure he knew what that look meant. 

So sue him, he flipped on the charm, leaned in a touch closer with his next words. “Really. What kind of change, Danforth?” Ryan let his voice go low and quiet, grinning at the way it made Chad’s pulse speed up. 

“I…” he trailed off, gaze dropping to somewhere below Ryan’s nose. “I don’t-”

There’s nothing but the shallow gasps for breath in the space between them for a while, the feeling of their noses brushing against each other.

“Chad. Why were you watching me?” Ryan puffs, leaning an arm on the wall behind Chad’s head. The flush high on his cheeks, the soft hum of his heartbeat quickening, the nervous way he bit his lip, fuck, it made Ryan weak. “I know there’s something, c’mon.”

“Well, shit. I guess you got me. I’ve got a big fat crush.” Chad’s voice is all breathy now. His voice is breathy and soft, and he’s pressing in impossibly close, and as he’s speaking, his lips move against Ryan’s. “So what’re you gonna do about it?”

God, God, enough of this. Ryan can’t take it anymore. He shoves his hands up into Chad’s hair and tugs him the rest of the way in, relishing in the way their lips click together so nicely. 

Ryan pushes for more, crowds Chad up against the locker door with a cocky smile. The taller boy opens to it easily, sucking Ryan’s bottom lip between his teeth and sighing gently. They kiss messily, exactly what you’d expect from two horny teenagers. Teeth clashing, tongues sliding against each other, Ryan’s leg pressing between Chad’s thighs. The boys lick and suck and bite, tearing quiet whines from each other in the Q Block locker rooms, until--

“Hey, Cha- Oh.”

Troy motherfucking Bolton stood in the doorway, hovering uncomfortably while he took in the scene. Ryan frantically backed off, practically leaping away from Chad- who was now apparently very interested in the scratches on the lockers behind him. 

“Um. Hi. Uh… sorry, I didn’t realise you guys were- in… here,” he stammered, tucking his hands into his pockets awkwardly. “So… is this-” Troy waved a hand between them. “- a thing now? I mean, uh. I’m- I’m an ally, so!” he squeaks, backing away defensively. 

“What, no, Troy, we weren’t!” Chad practically shrieks, with his best approximation of a horrified look. “Ryan was just- Ryan was-”

“Telling him about our show!” Ryan supplies helpfully, a slightly better actor than his- than Chad. 

Although, it might have been more believable if he wasn't saying it with his hair messed up, pupils blown out and lips bright red. 

“Look man, whatever you do on your own time-”

“No! No, we didn't, we didn't.” Ryan glances down, then quickly snaps his gaze back up to meet Troy’s eyes, tensing up as he realised that his pants were… sorta… half undone. 

Ryan fixes them, blushing furiously and pointedly avoiding every sharp look Chad sent to the back of his head. 

“I’m, ah. Gonna go.” Troy edges out of the locker room uncomfortably and leaves the two boys to themselves, both making a point to look at absolutely everything except each other. 

Chad tentatively crosses the room, letting Ryan drop his head on his shoulder and draw him in close with strong arms around his waist. 

“Fuck. I’m sorry.” Ryan’s voice is muffled while he mumbled into Chad’s chest.

“It’s fine, Ry. I guess I kinda knew what was gonna happen if we did that at school.”  

“So…” There’s a pause as Ryan thinks, bringing a hand up to play with Chad’s hair again. “Would you wanna do this again… like, not at school?’

Chad laughs, nudging Ryan until he tips his head up and Chad can steal another kiss. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Cool.”

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[abbatoirablaze]

Bad Girl's Club, Chapter 13

Word Count:  1.6k

Warnings:  taboo relationship, age gap, mentions of smut/sexual situations, slight transphobic statement, jealousy, referencing/treating a man as a sexual object, violence, aggression, punching, slapping, kicking, mention of blood.

“Mr. Everett,” Lily said quickly, looking to her crush and the man that just so happened to be her teacher, “I-I forgot my ear plugs…do-do you happen to know if there’s anymore in the-“

“Take mine, Miss. Drysdale,” Curtis offered.  She nearly melted as he gave her a kind, soft smile.  The gruffness seemed to be entirely gone from him as he waved her towards his office.  She blushed, a thought reappearing in her mind from the pep rally.  He’d become all too approachable in her mind, just as he’d become in just about every other girls in the school.  She felt herself swooning at his heady voice, “I think I have some in my desk.”

“Thank you, Mr. Everett.”

“Not a problem, sweetheart,” he replied without a thought.  Lily’s cheeks heated up as he turned, reaching into his drawer, and pulled out a large set of earmuffs, “They uh-might be a bit big…Sorry about that.”

“it’s fine,” she smiled, the blush getting deeper on her cheeks as he delicately placed them on her head, and adjusted them until they were just right, “thank you…”

“Of course, gorgeous,” he smiled without another thought, the second term of endearment sliding off his lips in a matter of moments.  He rested the muffs around her neck and took a step back, admiring her.  His own mind ran back to the thought of the guys telling him about her little crush, and he felt himself winking before he could stop, “they look good on ya…”

“You really think so?”

“Of course,” he replied quickly, “gotta keep a sweet girl like you safe…you did the right thing, asking for proper PPE.”

“I know how you’re a stickler for the rules,” she admitted nervously, a laugh falling off the end of her comment, “and my dad would kill me if I failed any class…shop included.”

“Well, I’d rather you be safe above anything else, sweetheart…can’t go letting such a cute young thing like yourself get hurt in my class.”

But before she could respond, she heard the door opened and more girls began to pile into the classroom.  She spared Curtis another glance and muttered a quick thank you, before rushing out to meet her friends.

“What is that?” Jenna asked.

“Is that…is that Professor Everetts?” Jess asked, her eyes going wide.  Lily blushed a little more and bit her lip, nodding excitedly.

“Oh my god did you tw-“

“SAM!” Avery said quickly, covering her friend’s mouth. 

She ripped her friend’s hand away from her, and gave her a warning look, “I’d be careful about censoring me, Ave…I’m going to be your stepmom soon enough…”

“Did things with Professor Co-“

“I got his number,” Sam blushed, admitting it to the other girls, “he uh-slipped it to me after class…”

“Bet you wish he slipped you something else…”

“At least your crushes are slipping you something,” Jenna frowned, “My dad told me that Lance likes me only to then tell me that if I do anything about it, he’s not paying for my bottom surgery when I’m eighteen…”

“I mean…is that really a problem?” Sam asked, trying to be silly, “doesn’t Lance…like that kind of thing.”

“SAM!” Avery all but squealed, looking at her best friend while Jenna seemed to get a little deflated, “oh my god!  That’s so insensitive!  I’m sorry Jenna…”

“I-It’s fine,” she sighed, entirely too upset about her conversation with her father to be angry at anything else.  She looked over to where Curtis had started gathering the girls for the demonstration and had begun discussion what was going to go on during the class, “we should go see what we’re doing today.”

The girls shared a look while Jenna started ahead, each of them making a mental note that they wanted to cheer Jenna up, or at least find a way that they could.  But they put that on the backburner as they decided to follow her over to the group of girls that were being extremely flirty with and raunchy around their normally stoic teacher.

“Aright girls, now remember what I said about utilizing the safety measures!” Curtis reminded the class as he pointed to the back wall which held the safety goggles and gloves, “I won’t start the demonstration until each of you are utilizing proper PPE!”

“Forget PPE.  Mr. Everett should put his P in my V!” one of the girls cheered. 

Curtis blushed.  He bit his lip as he looked away from the raunchy teenage girls.  With a sigh, he rubbed the back of his neck, “okay…let’s just address the elephant in the room…I know that at the pep assembly the principal convinced a few of us to paint the letters of our team on our chests and we help you do the school cheer, bu-“

“TAKE IT ALL OFF!”

A few of the girls began cheering and cat calling him, which only made him blush even further, “Girls…I need you all to be serious!”

“Mr. Everett, will you take off your shirt for twenty bucks?”

“I’ll add ten more in on that!”

“GIRLS.”

Soon the offering was well over two hundred dollars, with each of the horny teenage girls admitting that they wanted to see their shop teacher strip it down.  And with every offering he got more and more red. 

“GIRLS.  STOP!”

The girls all seemed to stop on a dime, their eyes wide as each of them realized they had an authority fetish, while the man in his early thirties watched them.

“This is a classroom,” he said huffily, “a place where all of you are here to learn.  I-I can’t stress that enough.  Maybe showing my ‘school spirit’ wasn’t the thing I should have done but believe that I will not offer it again. Now all of you need to-“

“ONE MORE TIME MR. EVERETT.  TAKE IT ALL OFF!” another girl finally called from within the swarm of girls.  The whole time the girls kept their eyes on Lily, who was quickly losing her cool over the fact that a lot of the girls were looking at Curtis and treating him like he was some sexual toy ever since the pep rally.

So, the girls weren’t all that surprised when they noticed Lily push one of the girls.  The very same girl that had made the last comment about Curtis stripping.

“What the hell, Drysdale?”

“Fuck off Carmen.”

“Bitch!”

But the words were soon cut off when Lily threw hands, punching Sidney Carmen square in the nose, before yanking her down by her hair and sending a knee to it.  The girls all started screaming.  Jess had an ‘oh shit’ moment when one of the girl’s friends jumped in, and yanked Lily off, so she was quick to come to her rescue and beat the living tar out of the girl. 

But Lily didn’t simply stop at beating up Sidney…no, she turned on any one of the girls that also happened to jump in, even accidentally hitting Jess, before she realized that there was someone helping her. 

And while Curtis wanted to stop the fight, and knew that as a teacher, he really should, there was something that was deep within him that was getting worked up over the cute girl who was turning into a loose cannon over him.  The cute girl who was wearing his ear muffs and willing to defend his honor.

He’d remembered the conversation at the poker game, where the guys had told him that Lily had a crush, but he thought that they were just saying things.  But when she was blushing in his office…and now how she came to his defense when he was being treated like nothing more than a dick on a stick, it made him undeniably revved up. 

He’d never felt more attracted to a woman in all his life. 

“STOP!” he roared, finally snapping himself out of his euphoric feelings.  The scattering of girls left Lily and Sidney just a foot from each other.  Both girls looked wild, their hair pulled every which way, their uniforms dirty from the dust and soot on the floor.  Curtis felt a tug in his stomach as he noticed a tear in Lily’s stockings. 

A feral part of him wanted nothing more than to completely rip the fabric away from her body to see the milky flesh beneath.  He growled, reaching towards both of the girls.  And without much effort, he lifted both women to their feet.  They stared at him in surprise, at how little effort he’d used, and yet how he’d managed to lift them both. 

“Carmen…office.  Now.”

“But Mr. Everet-“

“Office.” He repeated, “you were using sexual remarks towards a teacher, and you were trying to throw money at me and encourage me to undress.  Not to mention the fighting-“

“But professor Everett-“

“No!” he boomed.  All of the girls got quiet again and he pointed his free hand towards the door.  “Office.  NOW!”

She jumped, and started sniffling, the dried blood that had caked along her collar flaking down onto her shirt as she gathered her stuff to leave.   Then Curtis turned his attention to the cute young thing beside himself.  And his animalistic urges raised as he wanted to do nothing more than to lift her onto one of the tables and devour her.

“And you…”

“I-“

“Detention,” he uttered, the simple word sending a shiver down her spine, “after school.  Toda-“

The bell rang, right as Curtis was speaking, and she looked towards the door, worry in her eyes.  

“CLASS DISMISSED!” the large man growled.  The girls gathered their stuff, dropping their glasses on the closest benches, and running out of the room.  Lily went to do the same, but Curtis grabbed her arm, “where do you think you’re going?”

“Th-the bell…”

Curtis waited until the last girl left the classroom.  His eyes flickered to the door and then back to his office. 

“Got a free period,” he muttered softly, “I’ll write you a pass…”

“Wh-“

“Lock the door, sweetheart,” he said in a firm, but sweet tone, “I’ll clean you up before you go tell your dad you have detention.”

Chapter 14

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown

[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

Incorrect Quotes Again

Shiri: I can't imagine what Eighth is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

Seventh: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.

The Grand Inquisitor: don’t overreact. Fifth, already digging his own grave and shoveling the dirt back on himself: I’m not!

Reva: Shiri, I am questioning your sanity... Seventh: I never questioned it, I knew her sanity was missing from the start.

Shiri: *looks at Eighth* Shiri: Baby boy. Baby. Shiri: *looks at Fifth* Shiri: Evil.

The Grand Inquisitor: Have I ever told you that you cook well? Fifth: Awww, no, you haven't! The Grand Inquisitor: So why do you keep cooking?

Reva: Grand Inquisitor, are you talking to yourself? The Grand Inquisitor: Yes The Grand Inquisitor: It’s the only way to have an intelligent conversation in this damn house.

Eighth: It's hard being me. Shiri: If my eye level only allowed me to see people's legs, I'd think so too.

Seventh: Can you describe the guy who shot you? Fifth: Yes, they weren't very friendly.

Fifth: So, what's it like dating Shiri? The Grand Inquisitor: Once, I asked her for water while she was pissed at me, and she brought me a glass full of ice and said "wait".

Shiri: Seventh doesn’t look very happy. The Grand Inquisitor: That's her happy. She's just a bitch.

Reva: Something’s off. Eighth: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people. Reva: No, but that’s funny.

Fifth: I am a responsible adult! Shiri: *raises brow* Fifth: I am an adult.

Reva: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies. Shiri: You’re too young to have enemies. Reva: You don’t even know.

Eighth: My goal is not to be the best, but to inspire someone enough to one day surpass me. Shiri: YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT EVERY TIME YOU BEAT ME AT CONNECT FOUR!

Seventh: Change is inedible.  The Grand Inquisitor: Don't you mean inevitable?  Seventh, spitting out coins: No.

Shiri: *dangling from a rope over a pit of fire* Remember when I said I’d tell you when we’re in too deep? Fifth: Yes? Shiri: We’re in too deep.

Reva: Who the fuck- Shiri: Language! Reva: Whom the fuck- Shiri: Better.

Reva: You're toast! Eighth: Oh yeah? And you’re what, a toaster?

Seventh: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean. The Grand Inquisitor: No, go ahead, I want to hear it. Seventh: It fucking sucks. The Grand Inquisitor: That’s not constructive criticism.

Shiri: Don’t let anyone else ruin your day. Eighth: Yeah! You gotta take matters into your own hands! RUIN YOUR OWN DAY! Shiri: NO!

Eighth: Guys, they're definitely prepared for us. They even have a training model of our brand new top-secret stealth helicopter. The Grand Inquisitor: No you idiot, that’s ours we crashed! Eighth: Oh yeah. I guess that makes more sense.

Shiri walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Seventh, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK. Seventh, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

Shiri: That’s illegal, right? Reva: Why do you care? Are you a fucking cop? Shiri: No- Reva: Then shut the fuck up.

Eighth: I've connected the two dots. The Grand Inquisitor: You didn't connect shit. Eighth: I've connected them.

Fifth: My life is a mess. Eighth: Fifth relax, go get a beer. Fifth: I don’t want a beer. Eighth: Who said it was for you?

Reva: And here we see Seventh and Eighth in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh. Seventh: Gaelic bread. Eighth: Grueling brad. Seventh: Ha ha, glamorous beans.

Fifth: Come on Grand Inquisitor, do it for our friendship. You can't put a price on that... The Grand Inquisitor: Yes I can, dear. Fifty dollars.

Seventh and Fifth: *making loud, shouty gorilla sounds at each other* The Grand Inquisitor: Shiri, exasperatedly: We have a guest.

Eighth, excitedly: Heeyy!! Shiri: Hey, someone's excited. The Grand Inquisitor, deadpan: Yeah, and it's making me sick.

Eighth: Five little monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and… Reva: Was diagnosed with mesothelioma. Eighth: Mamma called the doctor and the doctor said… Shiri: You might be entitled to financial compensation if he or a loved one dies.

Eighth: A party is a celebration of a life, bringing people together to let the guest of honor know how much they’re loved. Shiri has done so much for us. This is our chance to do something for her. The Grand Inquisitor: By forcing her to have fun at a party that she doesn't want to be at? Eighth: I knew you’d understand.

Fifth: Don’t worry, I have a permit. Shiri: ...This just says “I can do what I want”.

Shiri: You have your weirdly sincere humility. The Grand Inquisitor: I prefer the term "self-loathing", actually.

[chobit92]

House Of Wax: Part Five

@rubycstory07 😊

Warning: Contains Rape.

(Kaia is sat at the dining table. She is strapped to the chair by her wrists. Lester is sat on her right, Vincent is on her left. Bo is sat opposite her. The plates are filled with food and Lester is eating a piece of chicken. Her hair is still dripping wet from the shower and she is shivering. She is so cold she could do with a jumper. She looks down at the duct tape wrapped around her wrists and tries to pull her hands free. She can’t. There’s too much duct tape and her wrists are sore. She feels so tired all she wants to do is lie down. She wonders when she will get to sleep tonight and whether it will be in peace. She doubts it. Bo takes a swig of beer and grins at her. She looks down at the table then glances up at Vincent. He hasn’t eaten anything yet. He’s just sat there staring at the table. Kaia realises that he can’t eat with the mask on and he obviously doesn’t want to take it off. She is reminded of earlier in the bathroom when she managed to rip it off of him. The look on his face, the way he seemed to shrink into himself.).

Lester: You not hungry Vincent? Come on you gotta eat.

Bo: Ah he’ll probably go and eat in the other room. Good thing too. Last thing we want is him taking that thing off and putting us off our dinner.

Lester: Bo.

Kaia: That was a nasty thing to say. He’s meant to be your brother!

Bo: You keep your mouth shut. Or do I need to duct tape that too?

(Kaia looks down at the table again.).

Lester: I agree with her Bo. That was uncalled for. There’s no reason Vincent can’t eat right here with us. You go ahead and eat Vincent. We don’t mind.

(Vincent doesn’t move. Bo glares at Kaia.).

Bo: You need to learn some table manners whore. You don’t speak at the dinner table. You got that?

(Kaia nods. Bo picks up his knife and fork. Lester puts a piece of chicken on his fork and holds it out to her. She just stares at him. She needs to eat but being fed like a baby? She needs to keep some of her dignity, even if it’s only a minute amount. Besides they are probably going to kill her anyway. So what does it matter?).

Lester: Come on now honey you need to eat something.

Kaia: What’s the point? You’re gonna kill me anyway so what does it matter if I starve to death?

(Bo suddenly throws the beer can at Kaia’s head. It hits her in the face splattering her with beer before it clatters to the floor. She feels tears welling up in her eyes but she refuses to cry again. She’s done enough of that today.).

Bo: I told you not to speak.

Lester: Come on now honey just eat a piece of chicken for Lester. It’s good.

(Kaia turns her head away.).

Bo: Ah let the stupid bitch starve herself if she wants to.

(Lester goes back to his dinner. Vincent gets up picks up his plate and leaves the room. Lester goes to say something but Bo beats him to it.).

Bo: Let him go. Fucking freak.

Lester: You’re one to talk.

Bo: What?

Lester: You just use him like you use me. Like you use this poor bitch.

(Lester slams down his knife and fork, wipes his mouth on his sleeve and gets up.).

Lester: I’ve had enough of this.

(Before Lester has made it to the doorway however Bo has shot out of his seat and slammed him into the wall.).

Bo: You and that freak always were mama’s favourite.

Lester: Bullshit. She didn’t favour any of us. I don’t even know why they had kids. But everything was fine until you came along!

Bo: You ungrateful little-

(Bo slams his hand against the wall.).

Bo: I have looked after the two of you all my life! Ever since mom and dad died I’ve looked after you. I’ve looked after all of us.

Lester: It wasn’t for free now was it?

(Bo smacks Lester. Kaia sits there shaking watching the shocking scene in front of her. This is some family.).

Bo: You’ve never complained before.

Lester: I just think you need to remember that we are your family! Your only family.

Bo: I know that!

Lester: Then act like it! Stop getting drunk and losing your shit all the time! And stop calling Vincent a freak. We’re all fucking freaks.

Bo: You don’t tell me what to do! Don’t start acting all high and mighty now Lester. Don’t forget that you’re the one who brings us most of the travellers.

Lester: Yeah, I also hunt so we can all eat. What thanks do I get for that huh? Nothing that’s what.

Bo: Stop being ungrateful and just piss off Lester.

Lester: Stop acting like a child again Bo.

(Bo suddenly punches Lester. Kaia screams as the two men start fighting sending cutlery flying and glasses smashing onto the floor. Kaia is glad it isn’t her being hit for a change but it’s still scary to watch. This really is some family. She almost ends up with Bo on top of her as the two men continue to exchange blows. Kaia does the only thing she can think of even though she feels so stupid doing it.).

Kaia: Vincent help! Help!

(To her surprise however seconds later Vincent has stormed into the room. He wades between Bo and Lester who cease their fighting. Bo shrugs Vincent’s hand off of his shoulder and storms out of the room. Lester sighs.).

Kaia: Can someone untie me? I’d like to go to bed.

Lester: Untie her would yah Vincent? I need to get some air.

(Lester leaves the room and Kaia hears the front door slam. Vincent slices the duct tape with his knife and she rubs her wrists wincing.).

Kaia: I...Can you carry me? I don’t think...I can walk.

(She is shaking and tears fill her eyes again. Vincent stands there for a moment then lifts her up with ease carrying her up to Bo’s bedroom. He dumps her down on the bed.).

Kaia: Thank you.

(She quickly gets under the covers and curls up trying to get warm. She hears Vincent leave the room closing the door behind him. She lies there wondering why Vincent came rushing to the kitchen when she called him. It had to be because he heard that his brothers were fighting. It wouldn’t be because he heard her screaming for help would it? Of course not she is being ridiculous. He is different from his brother though. He’s quiet and subdued most of the time. Apart from when he’s killing of course. She wonders if she can use him to somehow get out of here. If she could convince him to let her go.).

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BEFORE:

(Kaia is strapped to a large metal chair. She’s been struggling to get free for what seems like hours. She then hears footsteps and lets out a muffled cry from behind all the duct tape over her mouth. The door opens and Bo walks in. He smiles at her.).

Bo: Hey.

(She turns away from him as he walks over to her. He rips off the duct tape covering her mouth.).

Kaia: You son of a bitch!

Bo: Hey, hey now don’t be like that. This can go easy for you or it can go real hard. Now you’re gonna be a good little thing for me. Yeah.

(He fiddles with her hair. She lets out a sob.).

Kaia: You killed Whitney.

Bo: Hm...Well my brother did. She fits in just nicely. As for you...Well I think I’ll keep you for a while. Gets lonely up here. You’re not the first girl I’ve had down here but you are the prettiest.

Kaia: You’re sick! Sick! You’re disgusting!

(She spits at him and he backhands her.).

Bo: Now we ain’t gonna have any of that!

(He leans down and kisses her. She tries to move her head to get away from him but he grips her cheeks tightly with both hands. She lets out a muffle whimper. He then picks up a knife and uses it to slice open her top.).

Bo: Um...You’re perfect. The things I’m gonna do to you.

(Tears are rolling down her cheeks.).

Kaia: Why are you doing this?

Bo: They all ask that. But I told you already. It gets lonely up here.

Kaia: That can’t be it. There’s more to it than that. You’re sick like I said!

Bo: Now if you don’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut then I’m gonna have to make sure it stays shut.

(He picks up a tube of superglue and holds it in front of her face. She lets out a sob and closes her eyes turning her head away from him. He slices the duct tape binding her legs together and yanks at her shorts pulling them down. She screams and kicks out at him.).

Bo: Now what did I tell yah?

(She starts to sob loudly as he yanks her knickers off.).

Kaia: No. No.

Bo: Sssh. It’s okay.

(He undoes his trousers and she tries to kick him the groin but he grabs her leg. She struggles against his grip then screams as he yanks her legs open. He sighs and shakes his head.).

Bo: I told you to keep that mouth of yours shut.

(He picks up the superglue and opens it holding her head still with one hand as she struggles he uses the other hand to apply a generous amount of glue to her lips. She lets out a muffled cry as he then yanks her legs apart again. He smiles at her and she closes her eyes.).

[bythebonefire]

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈?

list the songs that you most associate with your muse experiencing the listed emotions.

tagged  by:  stole it from myself tagging:  you!

PLAYLIST LINK

GENERAL THEME SONG:     IN OUR TALONS, Bowerbirds

And no, you're not alone. No, my cousins, you're not alone. You're in our talons now, and we're never letting go. You're in our headlights, frozen, and no, we're not stopping. You may not believe, but even we were scared at first. It takes a lot of nerve to destroy this wondrous earth.

BONUS SONG:     EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD, Tears for Fears

It's my own design It's my own remorse Help me to decide Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure Nothing ever lasts forever Everybody wants to rule the world

AMBIVALENT SONG: HISTORY OF MODERN, PART I, Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark

Every thing you take Every thing you gave All the things you found All the things you made Every one you lost And saved Nothing will remain Cradle or a grave

ANGRY SONG: EVERYBODY KNOWS, Leonard Cohen

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, the rich get rich That's how it goes Everybody knows

PARANOID SONG:   SOMETIMES, Nick Lutsko

Sometimes the short end of the stick is the sharpest Sometimes the only road to take is the darkest Sometimes all you gotta say is "daddy make it go away" Sometimes the only way out is as a carcass Sometimes you gotta finish what you shouldn't have started Sometimes you gotta shoot before you see the target Sometimes daddy's gonna say "you're not worth the price to pay" Sometimes the tunnel only leads to darkness

You built this ship (you did, you did) And you'll go down with it

HAPPY SONG: CHANT II, Hadestown

Now I sing a different song One I can depend upon The simple tune, the steady beat The music of machinery Do you hear that heavy metal sound? The symphony of Hadestown And in this symphony of mine Of power chords and power lines Young man, you can strum your lyre, I have strung the world in wire Young man, you can sing your ditty I CONDUCT THE ELECTRIC CITY!

BLAH SONG: LIVE AND LET DIE, Wings

What did it matter to ya When you got a job to do you got to do it well You got to give the other fella hell

You used to say live and let live (You know you did, you know you did, you know you did) But if this ever changin' world In which we're livin' Makes you give in and cry Say live and let die

MISCHIEVOUS SONG: THE OTHER SIDE, The Greatest Showman

Right here, right now I put the offer out I don't want to chase you down I know you see it You run with me And I can cut you free Out of the drudgery and walls you keep in So trade that typical for something colorful And if it's crazy, live a little crazy You can play it sensible, a king of conventional Or you can risk it all and see

DEVASTATED SONG:    I KNOW THOSE EYES/THIS MAN IS DEAD, The Count of Monte Cristo

This man is dead, he is no more He died a little each day Like a thief, the Château d'If has stolen him away The mind plays tricks You are confused The man you seek is long gone Dead and cold A story told, by those he trusted, those he loved, and those who then... moved on

LONGING SONG: MY SHOT, Hamilton OST

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory When's it's gonna get me? In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me? If I see it coming, do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody? See, I never thought I'd live past twenty Where I come from some get half as many Ask anybody why we livin' fast and we laugh, reach for a flask We have to make this moment last, that's plenty

[sevengraces]

The Heroes Journey (To Find A Home)

ch1, ch2, ch3, You, ch5, ch6, ch7, ch8, ch9, ch10, ch11, Title Card

AO3 Link

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Technoblade visits the Nether and ignores all his problems. Sometimes we socialize as an avoidance tactic.

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Sorry this is a tad late I had a hectic day lol. Enjoy CW's- Panic attack Spiraling thoughts Swearing Chat Fake cultural traditions and explanations Vague references to traumatic childhood stuff (rip techno) Canon typical references to war That should be everything, let me know if I missed something lol. Reminder!! If the phrase/words are in quotes AND underlined then it is spoken in piglin. The only time in the story that I'll use an underline otherwise is for the death messages in the beginning.

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Chapter 4- Filling In Plot Holes With Cement

    After Wilbur finally left, Technoblade let out an anxious whine.

    Chat mostly stopped their mocking at the noise;

    Why do you cry runt?

    Little pig?

    All good fun

    EEE

    He knows.

    “You’re right, Chat! He knows, there's no way he doesn’t. My voice was all wrong, and I kept speaking piglin instead of overworld! He walked in while I wasn’t wearing my mask!” The piglin hybrid paced anxiously as he ranted.

    “He didn’t say anything about that, but I just, why can’t I keep my mouth shut!”

    The voices quieted themselves in an attempt to soothe the panicking boy.

    You just wanted to be known

    S’not so bad little pig

    He didn’t see your face

    He can’t mind himself, if he had figured you out he would’ve gloated

    He would’ve told

    Techno chuffed and tugged his mask off to pull at his loose hair, “He was so cruel, why wouldn’t he stop? I wanted him to go.” the boy cried to his invisible choir.

    He didn’t mean it

    Wil said sorry little runt

    Just got ahead of himself, he’s too curious for his own good.

    Or for yours.

    “I hate hiding. You know I hate hiding! Why do you make fun if you know I don’t wanna?” the young boy slid against the wall and began to braid his hair absentmindedly.

    Chat snarked,

    They don’t know you hate it

    All they see is a mask of bone demand honesty

    Just reminding not teasing

    Not over this

    Techno tied off his braid, “I know you’re not Chat. M’just anxious right now. Hate waking up like that. Hate it when people call me that.” he mumbled dejectedly.

    You aren’t a weapon little runt

    Just brave

    They only call you that out of fear

    Someone needs to be the villain

    There are worse things you’ve been called.

    He laughed slightly, “I guess you’re right, people have called me worse names. I just, the Blade feels like a title and not a person. I’m only the Blade when I wear the mask. Cause the Blade is what they want to fight with, not Techno. It’s never gonna be Techno, huh Chat?”

    You’re always Techno

    The Blade is just something to hide behind, a safety measure.

    You don’t have to be The Blade or Techno

    You’re runt, not Blade

    “Whatever! I dunno why you guys call me that anyways, I’m not a runt. I’ve got fourteen entire years, Chat! Fourteen of them! I was all by myself, except for you all, for all but three of them! Can’t call me runt if I take care of myself. I fought in a war, even owned the whole world for a day!” the boy groaned and pulled himself up to dress in his armor and leathers.

    Chat laughed at his denial but didn’t reply feasibly.

    Techno slipped into piglin as he gathered his things, “You guys suck, only ever quiet when you’re making fun of me. How did Wil even know where I live anyways?”

    Followed you?

    “But when? Maybe last night, I was pretty tired after Tommy and stuff.” He rolled his shoulders out and placed the mask on once more, “Okay, whatever, today we’re gonna get materials. Are you guys ready for a trip to the Nether? Gotta practice piglin with people that aren’t the voices in my head anyways.”

    Chat cheered and booed in equal measure.

    “Taking that as a yes then. Let’s go boys!” ----------------------

    Techno loved visiting the Nether.

    There were a lot of reasons, really. Maybe it was the heat, or how familiar it felt no matter how long it had been since he had last visited, it could’ve even been because there were hardly any players around. Whatever the reason, Technoblade was thrilled to be back once more.

    The main SMP portal opened onto a man-made platform over lava with bridges arching off in various directions. The occasional ghast flew by and the calls of a piglin sounder echoed in the distance.

    “Okay Chat, we got to get some Netherite. We gotta dig pretty far down and bed mine so any trading will be before that, that way I can practice with the locals and see what’s up nearby.” He nodded decisively to the Chat and headed down towards the main ground by the portal.

    The sounder he had heard earlier was setting up their stands near the lava lake by the portal. He kept his distance for a little while, looking to see if there were any players nearby.

    He didn’t see anyone around and it didn’t look like anyone coming through the portal would be able to see the makeshift market area immediately so he should have some warning in case someone came through while he was trading.

    The boy sighed and unclasped his mask, placing it in his inventory carefully. He picked at the skin around his adolescent tusks absentmindedly. He had quite a bit of gold from Overworld mining and a lot of emeralds in case they accepted that as well. He stepped from the shadows and headed towards the sounder.

    They weren’t a particularly large sounder but big enough to have two brutes. There were at least four piglets and three merchants behind a large table with items spread out from top to bottom. Besides the two brutes watching the entire sounder there was one piglin keeping the runts far from the edge but within the brutes view. There was also a sounder mother speaking with the traders.

    The various sounders he came across during his younger years wandering the Nether had always been kind to him, with a few rare exceptions. They tended to treat him better than players since he looked mostly like a strange piglin. Any difference was typically discarded in favor of being welcoming to strangers. Many had offered him a permanent place but he had refused to accept no matter how kind the invitation. Food was hard to come by on most servers and the Nether was never a kind place to its inhabitants. Even at a young age Techno had known better than to put others at risk for his own safety, so he wandered and occasionally stayed along a sounder for a time, but he never did join.

    Of course he had only wandered the Nether by himself for three of his years, seeing as the first three were spent within his own sounder and then all his years after his sixth he lived in the Overworld.

    So Techno knew to approach without weapons and to ignore the runts entirely. He waited patiently on the outside of the space marked by the brutes, making sure to ignore Chat and keep his desire to fidget with his tusks to a minimum.

    Eventually the sounder mother approached him with a brief wave, he bent his head forward politely and avoided eye contact. “Mother of Sounder, how fare the fire tides?”

    She snuffed, “Stranger Runt by Blood, they warm us still. Have you come for business or aid?”

    His ear flicked in agitation at the continued addressal of Runt but nodded nonetheless, seeing as she could’ve called him Piglet as well, “Merely for business Mother, I have no danger to flee.”

    She chuffed, “We welcome you Stranger Runt.” She stepped to the side and went to speak with the piglets, leaving him to barter on his own.

    Chat applauded him;

    Good!

    Mom is nice.

    Ha, she knows you’re runt still

    EEEEE

    He acknowledged his audience internally but continued towards the merchants silently, except for the occasional chuff or snuffle.

    The merchants were fair with their deals and honest about their excitement to speak with another piglin, even a hybrid, rather than more players with no manners. He was sure they were giving him better trades than they usually would give a newcomer, but he couldn’t be sure if it was because he was the first non-player in awhile, because they thought him a runt, or because he was mindful of his manners.

    Regardless he got the bulk of his supplies easily, getting a hefty amount of golden apples, iron ore, nether gold, and even an enchanted diamond sword that he couldn’t wait to check out.

    Techno left the traders with a genuine, “Wishing you a kind tide!” as he scurried off towards the sounder mother for a farewell.

    “Mother Sounder, your kindness comforts.” he entreated as he approached.

    “Runt Stranger, we hope your winds are safe.” she replied with a smile and waved him out of the area.

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    The piglin hybrid left the area with an excitement that he always gained with the arrival of new things to hoard and an interaction with some fellow piglin.

    “Alright Chat, how’d I do then?” he asked amusedly.

    Good

    GG

    Sounder!

    Friends?

    Shinies!

    Mother is kind and soft.

    Technoblade laughed, “Thanks, I guess. No they aren’t our sounder, they can probably be friends but like, it might be awkward cause they clearly don’t see hybrids much. We did get some more shiny stuff, for sure. She was kind, but how would we even know if she was soft?”

    Chat grumbled,

    Seemed soft to me

    Yup sounds right!

    EEEEEEEE

    Techno shook his head and pulled his mask on before looking for a good place to dig for ancient debris. “You all always think the Sounder Mother is soft, I think you’re soft.” He grinned at their disbelief and let the noise of his head wash over him as he mined.

[143zi]

letter i made for him

Sincerely, i will tell you everything.

Questioned myself a lot these days whether is this feeling love or things like that? because i dont really understand what love actually is. Scared about everything yet still taking the risk since i got nothing to lose. They said, if you love them you gotta tell them. And i agree! since we’re all only live once so with all the bravery left we gotta do everything we want in order to living a no regret life.

Might sounds so silly BUT I REALLY CANT get rid you off of my head no matter how hard i tried (and i actually dont try). The very first moment i saw you from the photos you had in your profile i was feeling you, like.. i was thinking “oh, i got that good vibes from him” and turned out we’re a match. Come to think about it, this is so funny.

Disclaimer : before going any further, i think i should tell you that im a blunt person so im gonna say anything i wanted to. Especially, to the people i adore the most! I always want to tell them how precious they’re for me.

And you’re just too good to be true. The man of my dream, my granted wish. Your existence mean a lot for me, and thanks to you, my dreams come true. Im actually a real hopeless-romantic (AND SO HELPLESS) yet still dreaming of the day where i can meet the love of my life, the one that got me brave to take all the risk whatever it takes. I mean, as long as it’s with you, there’s nothing to lose. It’s been a very long time since i got this much butterflies. The thrill was all fun and i couldnt be more thankful. Sometimes, i could find ways to love me by loving the other first. And i think… it is what it is.

This is so interesting because your every text could add my lifespan. I love it when we were talking about musics and sharing each others meme. I still remember the first time i matched with u was one of my lowest point and thanks to you i got giggled after crying for days. Im being honest when i told u i was the happiest when i got ur text (real). You could ask that one friend of mine whom i always told about u, how i was always keyboard smashing everytime i got a notification from u (THIS IS SO SILLY OF ME).

I considerate to confess all of these in order to set myself free. I love hard and getting move on as soon as possible, and by confessing, sure it will helps me a lot. Anyways, maybe i shouldnt call it as love? Because perhaps i was just actually getting attached (a lil bit too much). And i do not expecting anything from this. Anyway, unrequited loves are always the mesmerized one for me, at least. Im glad if you’re still wanna be friends with me after i send u this, but only if u feel uncomfy its ok to make a distance and… goodbye! see u when i see u!

Im hoping every good things to happen for you, in the future. Such as, you’re gonna be graduated in 2023, have a decent job you’d like to do, and get healed from anything that broke you in the past. I hope the tattoo in your hand would last long so you dont need to recreate it way too frequently. Jill, your babygirl! I hope she wont get any sick, eating much, and always cheering you up by your side. Please pay attention to yourself and eat well soo you wont get sick anymore.

Nothing happened in this world just to be a mere coincidence, hence everything happens for a reason. Even if the two of us never passing by each other in rl and only meeting here, virtually but i guarantee all i was just saying and feeling was true. And so do us.

Lastttttt, im so glad to meet you bayuu and wishing you more good days ahead, xoxo!

p.s : do not tell anyone about this im so shy (the last thing i would like to ask) and do not make fun of this (i know that u wont but still i couldnt help my paranoia) (╥﹏╥) i know what i was just saying up there kindaaa cringe but just let it be (IM SORRY) ^•ﻌ•^ฅ♡

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Let’s have a baby

yandere!EraserMicx PREGNANT!Reader 

A terrible mix up leading to an accidental pregnancy? Or something more intentional? Either way now you were pregnant with (none other than the beloved power couple heroes) Eraserhead and Present Mic’s child. Time to discuss how co parenting is going to work. 

TW: pregnancy, artificial insemination, yandere elements, mentions of stalking, alludes to potential custody battle

You had been avoiding the two men for the past week, which was challenging seeing as they managed to find your phone number, address, and place of work. Any time you blocked their calls they got a new number. Two Pro Heroes versus a twenty something civilian, it was only a matter of time until you were cornered.

Now the couple stood between you and your apartment. You had a long shift at your job as a pet groomer and just wanted to get some rest.

Present Mic was the first to speak. "Hey lil momma, we heard you had work today so we brought you some dinner. We thought we could talk over a nice meal."

You had no response. You were tired, both physically and emotionally. You had been put through the ringer ever since meeting them at your doctors office. It was a total Jane the Virgin situation. You went in for an assessment about some supposed ovarian cysts and unknowing left artificially inseminated. There was a supposed mix up, a digital glitch that somehow merged your chart with the surrogates - apparently your names were super similar. Two weeks later you were called back into the doctor's office and informed of what took place. And now you were in this living nightmare.

And the two heroes had nothing to do with the error. There was totally a surrogate. They hadn't paid off your provider. And why would they? You had never met them - although given their patrols they may have seen you once or twice...

They were tearful when they were informed of the mix up, they had been waiting patiently through the whole process and now everything was thrown in chaos. They offered to compensate you for your service which sent you into a blind rage. They just assumed you would carry a child, a child with half of your DNA, and then give YOUR baby away. Rationally you understood that they had planned to be be the only parents to the child, but that was with a professional surrogate who understood the process, who didn't want the child in their life, just happy to help out a loving couple. But that wasn't you, you grew up wanting to be a mom, and now they would take that from you.

What if they tried to legally take sole custody of the baby? Surely they had some pull in the judicial system. Besides, they were a solid couple with money, while you were alone with no family and working two jobs. The thought made you sick to your stomach.

You were shaking as you tried to push past them. Maybe they would just disappear if you ignored them, a girl could dream. But instead they tagged along inside. Albeit you weren’t fighting them on it, you knew this had to happen eventually.

Aizawa easily found the cluttered dining table in your small apartment. You flinched when the loud one tried to help you shrug off your backpack. Taking a seat on the couch you waited for them to start berating you.

"Come sit at the table, dinner is getting cold," Eraser spoke for the first time.

"I'll eat later, I'm not hungry."

"You may not be, but the baby needs to eat."

You glared, how dare they insinuate you didn't know what your child needed. If your body was hungry, you ate. If you were full the baby was full too.

But, you complied, not wanting to argue, "Fine, but I ate a snack not too long ago."

As you ate, Mic kept you company, picking at some left overs, they clearly ate before their visit. Aizawa was rummaging through your place but you managed to hold your tongue until he began throwing things out of your fridge.

"What are you doing?" You hissed, getting up out of your seat.

"Mic and I will bring you groceries tomorrow. The food you have is barely safe for an adult, let alone a fetus."

"Are you kidding me? It's not like I'm chugging alcohol and living off Twinkies. Hey! I just bought those turkey slices. How is turkey bad?" You whined.

To make sure you wouldn't dig the food out trash he dumped it out of his container.

"Zashi, don't let me forget to empty the trash on our way out. Do you know how much salt is in deli meat? And there's no way you can drink any of this while you're pregnant." He gestures to the cans of soda.

As the frustration built you had to fight back tears. They couldn't come in to your home and start throwing out your things.

"Some of us don't make ridiculous money, I'm buying what I can afford and the doctor never had any problem with my health." You hissed.

Hizashi felt the tension thickening, "Hey hey hey, it's okay. Sho and I will go get you some good stuff. We just gotta watch out for you and baby."

And that was the end of your resolve, you stomped past the Hero and locked yourself in your bedroom. Finally tears began to drip down your cheeks.

Back in your kitchen Mic was chiding his boyfriend for being so tough on you.

"So I should just back down while she stuffs herself with junk food?"

Mic gave him a shrug, showing him a bottle on your counter, "At lest she's taking her prenatal vitamins?"

Grabbing the keys to your apartment Aizawa instructed Mic to wait with you while he got you better groceries. He would make copies of your keys on his was back.

You prayed they would leave soon. You were laying in your bed having cried yourself out. Barely into your second month of pregnancy. You still had to endure this for at least seven more months, but most likely much longer.

Next thing you knew you were opening your eyes and the clock read seven AM. By now your uninvited guests must be gone. Nervously you sat up, praying that you'd skip the morning sickness just once this week. You had always had a weak stomach and even the doctor was surprised you were already experiencing the symptom. Unfortunately the minute your feet touched the floor you knew what was coming. You sprinted to the restroom, not even checking to see if the duo had left.

God this was terrible, you didn't just hate throwing up, you were terrified of it. What if you started and never stopped? But it did come to an end. You wiped the water from your eyes and took a moment before standing from the floor. You screamed when a hand slid under your arm, helping you up. Another set of feet rushed to the bathroom.

" What's wrong?" Hizashi huffed as he skid to a stop.

You pulled arm free from Aizawa's grasp. "What are you two still doing here?"

You turned in the faucet to rinse your mouth. Trying to calm your stress, the nausea was trying to return.

Undeterred the scruff pulled your hair into a bun before rubbing your back. You debated returning to bed but that wouldn't get them out of your apartment. You told them you need to sit down, both of them nodding, still wearing their concerned expressions. They got you a glass of water before joining you on the couch. Stubborn men, you sat at the end of the couch so they couldn't both sit, but Mic decided to perch himself on the armrest.

He started petting your hair, "You feelin better little listener?" You nodded in response.

"I got you more food, let us know if your hungry."

You sighed in defeat, "I'm barely two months pregnant, I can fend for myself. What did you all want to talk about?"

You anxiously placed a hand on your stomach. Both men felt their hearts flutter recognizing your maternal instincts kicking in.

Aizawa let Mic begin, he was the more gentle of the two.

"Well, we figured we got off to a rough start. You got put in a tough situation. We shouldn't have assumed you didn't want a child so we're not mad at how you stormed out. But either way we expect to be in our baby's life. The two of us talked it over and we don't want to fight you if you want to be in their life too. So if you wanna be the mommy we're cool with it."

You could blame your reaction on your hormones for your response but you didn't, "Geez thank you so much for allowing me to be in MY child's life."

Aizawa placed a hand on the back of your neck, giving you a gentle massage. "Okay then, the three of us are gonna have a baby. That means you have to stop ignoring us. We can raise the baby together, without involving anyone else. But if we have to, we can always go the legal route for the baby's best interest." 

He knew it was a low blow, but the couple needed you to stop fighting them. Your eyes snapped to his and you shook your head in protest.

"Okay then we're all the same page," Aizawa reassured you.

Mic cheered, "Now we can focus on the fun stuff."

"Hun," Eraserhead caught his attention. "There's still a few more important things to figure out. We don't want you going back to that doctor. They're incompetent. We scheduled you an appointment with another's clinic for next week. Okay?"

You couldn't find your voice after how easily he threatened to take your baby. So you just nodded. Half listening.

"Good. We also went ahead and programmed our numbers into your phone. We need to be able to check in with you."

"Okay, but I can't use my phone at one of my jobs."

"About that lil momma," Mic started. "You work a lot, which is totally bad ass, but we don't think you leave enough time to rest and take care of yourself."

You tried to protest but Aizawa cut you off, "You also shouldn't be working around so many animals. Even though we love animals, they can be unpredictable and one dog can trigger all the rest into a frenzy."

You were dumbfounded, "I've never heard of anything like that happening. One of my coworkers was pregnant last year, she worked until her maternity leave. Plus I need to be able to pay my bills. And don't offer to compensate me again."

"Why do you have to view it as compensation? We just want to take care of the mother of our child. Just think about it. Mic and I have to go take care of some business but we'll be back later this week."

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Back at their home Hizashi was dramatically splayed on their bed.

"Babe why are you pouting?" Aizawa asked.

"Why can't we just bring her home already?"

Aizawa sympathized with his better half, but they needed to be methodical. He reminded Hizashi that they didn't need to cause her even more stress, especially so early into the pregnancy. If they played their cards right they would have their happy little family soon enough.

If they could ease you in to the relationship everything would be easier in the long run. They had been managing just fine until now, they could wait a few more months.

He joined Hizashi on the couch. Mic was comforting himself the way he usually did when he felt like this. He was scrolling through the countless photos they had collected since their chance encounter with you over a year ago. 

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Project V

Pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You ask Bucky a favor of a lifetime.

Word Count: 4,233

Warnings: SMUT hehehe

A/N: This was supposed to be short but I enjoyed writing their banter wayyyy too much. And oh, this isn’t a friend to lovers trope lol and I have no plans for a second part to this. It is what is is for these two ;)

Edit: Will be doing ficlets for this AU every once in a while! Check out the first one linked below!

Project V Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

“You want me to what?”

Your best friend, Bucky choked on his own spit upon hearing your question. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he stared at you in disbelief, you didn’t even know his eyes could get that big.

The sun was high up in the sky, it was barely noon and the two of you were simply walking into the campus when you asked him such favor. Bucky almost wondered whether you were drunk to even think of that.

“You want me to what?” Bucky repeated when you didn’t say anything, his elbow nudging your side as the two of you continued to walk along the pavement.

Letting out a sigh, you shrugged and repeated your favor with utter nonchalance.

“I want you to take my v-card. You know, my virginity?” You said, annoyed that he couldn’t seem to comprehend your simple request.

Bucky stopped in his tracks and tugged your shirt, pulling you back when you didn’t stop walking. His face was the epitome of confusion with his forehead creased, brows furrowed and lips open agape.

“Is there no other way for you to say that without making me cringe?” He asked.

Rolling your eyes, you groaned. “What did you want me to say? ‘Bucky, deflower me with your magic stick’?” You said sarcastically.

Bucky gagged at your words and shuddered. “But why? Why the fuck would you even consider that?” He asked. He simply couldn’t understand why.

You continued walking ahead and slowed down your pace until Bucky decided to catch up. “We’re graduating from college in less than a year and I’ve heard you boast about your bedroom skills. I don’t wanna leave college without getting fucked, Bucky. And since I’m still single and probably will be for the next few months, I put two and two and voila!”

Bucky snickered, “You gotta be kidding me.” He said.

“Why? Scared that I might find out that your dick ain’t working well?” You teased, narrowing your eyes at Bucky.

He snorted, “Umm excuse me, this dick is the best dick that you’ll ever have. I just don’t want to ruin other guys for you.” He boasted, shrugging his shoulders.

“Then do me the favor.” You said, as a matter-of-factly.

Bucky turned to you with a smirk, the kind that made any girl on the receiving end, bend down on their knees for him. You were going to admit it, that look made your insides churn. In a good way.

“Oh, I’ll do you alright. When do you want it to happen?” He finally asked.

You stopped walking again and fist pumped in victory. “Friday night. At your dorm. And please, don’t make it weird with romantic gestures. I just wanna get fucked real good.”

“Well, if that’s the case then it’s a deal. Let’s shake on it to make it official.” Bucky said.

The two of you did your signature high-five to seal the deal.

-

You knocked on Bucky’s room and let out a sigh when it took him quite a while to open it. Although it was going to be your first time, you weren’t really nervous about it. Besides, you trusted Bucky and if there’s any guy you won’t regret having sex with, it would be him.

There were a few noises from inside that made you roll your eyes. The door finally opened, revealing a flustered Bucky with an awkward smile plastered on his face.

“The fuck took you so long?” You huffed out and stepped inside, surprised at how neat his dorm looked like.

His roommate Steve had always been organized but seeing Bucky’s side of the room all neat? It was a sigh to behold. You looked at your best friend with a stoic look, “Why’d you clean?”

Bucky closed the door and locked it, running his fingers through his hair as he shrugged. “I just wanted to.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Fine, I cleaned. I didn’t want you to think I’m disgusting.” he reasoned out.

You stared at him pointedly, “I don’t care about that shit, I’m just here to get fucked. Besides, I’m used to your mess. I said don’t make it weird, jesus.”

Bucky groaned, “You asking me to fuck you is weird in its entirety. How can I not make things weird?!” He complained.

You sat on his bed and unzipped your jacket, revealing a bottle of tequila hidden beneath. “This is how we make things not weird.”

Two shots later and Bucky was finally loosening up to the idea of being the one to take your virginity. He prepared for this to be honest, forced asked Steve to stay over at Peggy’s for the weekend and worked out immediately right after formalizing the deal.

“Do we have rules?” He asked.

“We’ll stay best friends after this. No weird feelings or whatever.” You told him to which he nodded in agreement.

“And just please do your best to make my first time good.” You whined.

Bucky craned his neck and stretched out his arms, “Alright, okay. I got this.” He said. “You ready?” He asked you.

You inhaled and let out a long breath, “Yeah, okay let’s do this.”

Bucky started by leaning in, placing a hand on your neck as he did so. You were ready for a kiss but he immediately stopped before you could even close your eyes.

“Do you know how—“

“I’ve made out with guys, Bucky. Jesus christ, I’m not that inexperienced.” You explained before looking at Bucky expectantly, urging him to continue.

“Should we drink again?” he proposed, obviously still feeling awkward.

“Fuck no, I don’t wanna do this drunk. I want to remember my first time, idiot. Can you just...” you groaned. “Just kiss me?” you asked, well, more like commanded.

Bucky apologized before deciding to just go for it. Snaking his hand back to your neck, he leaned in and kisses your lips. He started off slow and gentle, trying to get a feel of how you liked to be kissed. Bucky was definitely weirded out for kissing you, his best friend that he had known since first grade. Surprisingly, you were good at kissing, like really really good and this spurred Bucky to level up by taking your lower lip in between his teeth.

A small whine escaped your parted lips, allowing Bucky to slide his tongue into your mouth. You let out another whimper when you felt his tongue on yours, your hands falling onto Bucky’s thighs for leverage.

Just as when the kiss was starting to get heated, Bucky pulled away slightly before gazing down at your chest.

“Can I touch your boob?” He asked breathlessly.

And there goes the momentum.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You sound like a fucking virgin. And that’s coming from me, an actual virgin.” You said with disappointment.

“I’m sorry! It’s just... it’s not that I find you unattractive. You’re my best friend and I just don’t want to disrespect you!” He reasoned out.

As much as you wanted to get annoyed, you found Bucky really sweet for considering that. But good god, you’ve been wanting to get fucked and respect was the last thing on your mind right now.

“By all means, Bucky...please disrespect me and fuck me because my pussy’s been wet since this morning and I’m about to explode if you still don’t do anything.” You said exasperatedly.

Your vulgar words were all that Bucky needed because as soon you were done complaining, he wasted no time to grab your face to kiss you. This time, it was all teeth and tongue and you weren’t complaining. This was the kind of performance that you were expecting from Bucky and finally he was giving it to you.

One of his hands moved to cradle your head while his other slide down to your waist, moving you to straddle his lap as he sat on his bed. You let out a soft squeal when you felt the tent in his pants rub against your crotch, causing you to grab onto Bucky’s wide shoulders.

“Fuck, you’re already hard.” You panted against Bucky’s lips.

“Yeah well, I just realized you aren’t wearing a bra.” He responded before fisting the hem of your shirt, bunching it up until you lifted your arms up so he could remove it.

Bucky wasted no time to bend forward, taking a nipple into his mouth making you moan out loud.

“Hoooly fuck, Bucky. That feels so good.” You pant, pushing your breasts forward as you thread your fingers into Bucky’s hair.

Your body trembled from pleasure as Bucky continued to lap at your breast, his hand coming up to palm the other before tweaking your nipple in between his thumb and index finger. Unknowingly, you started rutting your hips against Bucky’s crotch, seeking friction to relieve the growing throb in your core.

Bucky lifted you up off from him and laid you down on his bed as he left kisses from your neck down to the valley of your breasts until he reached your stomach. He unzipped your shorts and pulled it down together with your soaked underwear, groaning at the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Fuuuccckkk...” he rasped out, nipping the insides of your thighs as he pressed them down with his palms, opening you up to him.

“Have you ever been eaten out?” He asked, nudging his nose onto the skin of your bikini line.

You swallowed hard and shook your head, chest heaving as you anticipated for Bucky’s next move. “No.” You answered breathily and threw an arm over your eyes.

“Hold tight.” It was the last thing your brain was able to comprehend because Bucky immediately licked your entrance up until he reached your clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue making your toes curl.

“Ohhhh my god...” you moaned, your back involuntarily arching from the bed.

You felt Bucky’s lips curl into a smirk against your sensitive folds, almost wanting to smack his head for his cockiness. But then again, this was the reason why you wanted your first time to be with him. You’ve heard your friends share stories about how their first time went and majority ended up being either a huge let down or downright scary. You didn’t want your first time story to be like theirs so it was only right for you to ask Bucky a favor of a lifetime.

And so far, you weren’t regretting it one bit. Well, save maybe for what could happen afterwards. Whether this would affect your friendship with Bucky but right now, all you could focus on was how his tongue was skillfully fucking your cunt.

Your eyes popped open when you felt a finger prod at your entrance, your hand quickly grabbing Bucky’s wrist to stop him from further pushing a finger in.

“Wait, I’ve never been fingered.” You admitted, bringing your body up and leaning back against your elbows.

Bucky looked up at you and the scene was straight out of those female POV porn you’ve watched. His hair was sticking up in different directions, face in between your legs and his lips glistening with your juices. Your eyes almost rolled back into your head at the sight.

“You mean you never tried fingering yourself?” He asked, turning his head to press an open-mouthed kiss onto your thigh.

You shook your head, “I tried but it kinda hurts?” You told him meekly.

Bucky grinned before crawling up your body until his face was inches away from yours. He pressed a soft kiss on your lips. “Lay back.” He said, voice rough and low, leaving goosebumps in your wake.

Following Bucky’s order, you lay down on his bed and relax as he positioned himself on his side. He began kissing your ear, sucking your lobe as his hand went down to your pussy, spreading your lips open.

“Just relax, okay? Can’t fuck you with my cock just yet, gotta make sure you can take it.” He whispered into your ear.

Bucky started rubbing your pussy, spreading your wetness around before slowly pushing a finger in. You winced in pain, grabbing Bucky’s wrist to slow him down.

“You can take it, just relax.” He coaxed and you nodded, turning your head to kiss him.

Bucky returned the kiss, helping take your mind off of the way he was pushing in his finger until he was knuckle-deep into your pussy. There was a slight sting but bearable enough for you to let him continue with his movements. You felt his finger slide out and then back in with ease, the pain slowly transforming into a different kind of pleasure as he went on. Next thing you know, your hips were already moving to meet Bucky’s finger.

“Gonna add in another one, okay?” He breathed into your lips before biting your lower lip.

“Ow, ow, ow!” You cried out and slapped Bucky’s hand away from your pussy when he tried to insert another finger without even slowing down.

“The fuck, Bucky! Slow down, sweet jesus...” you snapped, frowning when Bucky responded with a chuckle.

“Sorry! I’m losing my patience here, I want to finger fuck you so bad.” He admitted, whispering another apology against your lips.

You relaxed and let Bucky rub your pussy again, gathering your wetness and pushing a finger in. A few more pumps and he carefully inserted another finger, swallowing the whimpers coming out of your mouth.

You stiffened a bit, biting your lip as you tried to ignore the stretch that you were feeling. “You good?” Bucky asked, waiting for you to nod before fully pushing his fingers in.

His movements were slow and careful then, helping you adjust to the stretch of having two of his fingers pump in and out of your pussy. Soon enough, you were moaning against Bucky’s lips as he increased the pace of his fingers. You could hear how wet you were and you never really thought it was possible for you to be this soaked. All the times you touched yourself, you got pretty wet...but not this wet. When Bucky said that he fingered like a god, you laughed at his face but now, fuck. He really wasn’t lying about it.

“Fuck, so tight. Can’t wait to slide my cock into your pussy.” He grunted and moved on top of you, pulling his fingers out making you whine.

He sucked his fingers while maintaining eye contact, making you blush timidly at the lewdness of his action. But god, you were so right for giving Bucky the honor of fucking you because his fingers alone brought you so much pleasure. What more if he actually started to fuck you?

“Gotta fuck you now. I’m so hard I feel like I’m about to bust a nut anytime now.” Bucky said, sitting up to remove his shirt, followed by his jeans.

He was in the process of unzipping his jeans when he suddenly stopped and looked at you, sprawled on the bed looking utterly fucked when he hasn’t even been inside you yet.

“Will you still suck my dick after I make you cum?” He asked hopefully.

You laughed out loud at his question, “You look so worried right now.” You teased. “But yes, fine. I’ll suck your cock later.” You reassured before sitting up to help him remove his pants.

Bucky then slid his boxers off, revealing his cock that you may or may not have seen in the past. It was an accident though and you didn’t meant to barge into his dorm while he was dressing up. You gotta admit, your best friend was blessed with a huge dick. And now said dick, will be the first one to enter your virgin pussy.

“Like what you see?” Bucky teased when he caught you staring as he put on a condom.

You smirked, “Actually I do.”

Bucky licked his lips as he laid on top of you, supporting his weight using his forearms as he positioned himself in between your legs. You kept your eyes on him the entire time, nodding and lifting your head up a bit to press a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Okay, I think I’m ready.” You whispered.

Bucky nodded too and nuzzled his face into your neck, “You sure?” He asked again.

You hummed, “Good luck and don’t fuck it up.”

Bucky lifted his head and looked at you incredulously, “Did you just...”

“Quote RuPaul before having sex for the first time? Yeah, I did.” You quickly answered.

Bucky scrutinized you, “You planned that didn’t you?”

You made a face, “Maybe.” You said, before the both of you broke into huge smiles.

Bucky laughed before kissing you again, “I fucking knew it.” He said before his face turned serious. “Ready?” he asked.

You nodded your head again, taking in deep breath as Bucky reached down to rub his cock against your pussy, making you whine. Kissing you again, Bucky lined up his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in until you gasped out in pain.

“You wanna keep going?” He asked worriedly, seeing your frown.

You closed your eyes and nodded, “Yeah. Just...just do it slowly.” You said.

Your hands went to grip Bucky’s back, nails digging into his skin as he pushed and pushed, until he was balls deep inside you. The pain wasn’t that bad, but it did feel like you were being torn apart. The veins in Bucky’s neck started to bulge out from the way he was holding himself back.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Squeezing me so good, I think I’m gonna cum if I move.” He grunted, nosing the skin beneath your ear.

“Please don’t make this embarrassing for both of us.” You said. “You can move now.” You added.

Bucky slid all the way out, leaving the tip inside of you before pushing back in slowly. You let out a moan, both from pain and pleasure. His thrusts started off slow, helping you adjust to his girth and gauging your reaction.

One particular high-pitched moan gave it away. It was at that moment that the pain turned into nothing but pleasure and a few more languid thrusts later, you were chanting Bucky’s name and begging for him to go faster.

You felt so full and you simply couldn’t explain how good it felt getting fucked like this. Bucky kept on whispering praises into your ear, spurring you on as he thrusted in and out of you. The bed started to creak, the headboard hitting the wall as Bucky quickened the pace of his thrusts. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning his name as you felt your abdomen tighten. You could feel it coming, an impending orgasm that you’ve only been imagining. Not even your fingers rubbing your clit made you feel this way, like there was electricity running through your veins.

“Bucky, fuck...I think...” you panted, hands sliding down to grab his ass, pulling him further to you.

“Can feel it, can feel you pulsating around my cock.” Bucky panted.

Your body stilled, toes curling and vision blurring when Bucky thrusted into you at a certain angle. Just like that, you let go and moaned out loud as Bucky continued to fuck an orgasm out of you. Biting onto his shoulder, you rode out the remaining waves of your climax before laying your head back onto the pillow, watching Bucky as he followed after you, spilling his seed into the condom after a few more thrusts.

“Holy fucking shit...” he breathed out, letting his body fall onto yours.

There was a moment of silence as the both of you recovered, your pants echoing in the room. Bucky was the first to move, sliding his softening cock out of you and sitting up as he removed the condom. He went into his bathroom and disposed of it before walking back to the bed with a wet wash cloth in his hand.

“Are you still going to suck my dick?” Bucky broke the silence as he casually cleaned you up.

You lifted your head up, “Are you still hard?”

Bucky shrugged, “I can be if you want me to be.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow.” you simply responded.

“So, how did I do?” Bucky asked, continuing to clean you up in between your legs.

You bled a bit, but not to the point of staining his sheets thank god. When you didn’t respond, Bucky worried that you might have regretted this but instead, he found you grinning up at the ceiling like an idiot.

“The fuck you looking like that?” He asked, unable to hold back the smile tugging at his lips.

You laughed and closed your legs, wincing a bit at the soreness but quickly recovering. “I can’t believe we just had sex.” You said.

Bucky set aside the towel and laid back next to you, “I certainly hope I did not fuck that up.” He said.

You turned to your side and smiled at Bucky, “You didn’t. Thanks, Buck.”

There didn’t seem to be any tension nor awkwardness between the both of you after. It was pretty normal actually. After taking a bath, you both decided to order pizza for late dinner. More conversations took place until you both fell asleep on the same bed.

-

A series of knocks stirred you and Bucky awake. He was spooning you when you woke up, his arm wrapped around your waist while his face was pressed on the back of your neck. You thought you were dreaming but the knocks continued and a familiar chorus of voices made you and Bucky sit up in panic.

“James, honey? It’s your mom. Open up!”

You and Bucky looked at each other, “Why the fuck is your mom here?!” You whispered and frantically searched for your clothes.

You slept in one of Bucky’s shirts and a pair of panties and for some reason, you couldn’t find your clothes from last night. Bucky frantically ran around the dorm, grabbing your bag and throwing it under Steve’s bed.

“I don’t know why she’s here! She didn’t text me!” He whispered, checking his phone for any unread messages.

“James, come on now. We want to visit Y/N too so we can all have breakfast together.”

You knew that voice all too well, it was your mom’s! Bucky’s eyes widened when he heard you mom’s voice. He just took away her daughter’s virginity last night, how the hell was he going to look at her in the eyes after that?

Bucky grabbed your arm and pushed you into the bathroom, warning you to stay quiet. You were about to protest but Bucky quickly slammed the door shut. Pressing an ear against it, you listened as Bucky hurried over to the front door, opening it.

“Mom!” You heard him say before greeting your mom.

“Sweetie, did you just wake up? You look like a mess.” His mom said.

“What are you guys doing here?” Bucky asked nervously.

There were a few movements that were too near the bathroom, you almost readied yourself for a grand reveal. Fortunately, Bucky seemed to have blocked the bathroom and tried to distract his mom.

“Well, we thought of surprising you and Y/N. We missed you both. Go get dressed so we can pick her up from her dorm.” You heard your mom say.

“Ohhh I uhh...why don’t you both head out first and I can go pick her up? We’ll just meet you both somewhere.” Bucky suggested.

“Oh sweetie, I wanted to surprise my daughter at her dorm.” Your mom said.

Fuck. You were so fucked. Your mom’s gonna find out that you’re no longer a virgin and that it was Bucky who took it. The same guy she entrusted you to upon moving out for college.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t tell her we’ll be meeting you. She’s uhh...I think she might have slept over at a friend’s actually. To do a project. So she might not be at her dorm. I’ll just pick her up.” Bucky quickly explained.

Sleepover at a friend’s? That wasn’t entirely a lie. The project? Well, the task of giving up your v-card could be considered a project. So no, Bucky wasn’t lying to your mom at all.

Silence. A few more shuffling and movements here and there. You heard the front door creak. Finally.

“Oh alright, James. We’ll go ahead. Meet us at the new breakfast place two blocks away from the university, okay?” His mom said.

You heaved out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll be there.” Bucky said and from the sounds of it, he seemed to be pushing both your moms out of his room.

“Make sure to pick Y/N up. I know she tends to skip out on our breakfast dates. Make sure that she’ll come, James.” Your mom warned.

True enough, you tended to bail out on your mom’s breakfast dates. Not because you don’t miss her, but because it was too early! You’ve turned her down a couple of times now so you knew what she meant. But Bucky, god. He just had to make everything into a double entendre.

And without shame, he looked into your mom’s eyes and offered her a charming grin as if he wasn’t balls deep inside her virgin daughter last night.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she does. I’ll make her come.”

-

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For Old Times' Sake

Summary: “Years you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue,”

Pairing: TFATWS Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Explicit sexual content, Vaginal penetration, fingering, Choking, Bucky with the filthy words, mutual pining.

Word Count: 2.8K

Authors Note: WOW! It has literally been a hot minute hasn't it? I cant say that I’m not a little excited about this 3rd lock-down in Ontario because it means I can actually find time to write. I’m sorry it’s been so long, babes. Anyways, enjoy! (I’m actually the worst and it’s been so long since I’ve done this!) The Biggest Thank You to @sweeterthanthis for literally cheering me on the entire time. This was such garbage before you came along 😂 I had so much fun with this one babe 💕 thank you for all you do ✨

The wind whipped against your face, bruising your skin with it’s callousness. Though the unwelcomed lash was nothing compared to what was to come. Or who, for that matter. 

It had been longer than you cared to admit. The dodged calls hanging at the bottom of the icon on your phone serving as a cruel reminder of how cold you had been. Of course, it was never in your job description to take care of Bucky after Steve left— but there was an implication that made you run for the hills. 

You couldn't do anything for him - give him anything. The last five years had consisted of running and trying to start over. 

Besides, after the Accords, in the government's eyes you were just as fucked as Hydra. An ally turned fugitive the moment you’d chosen your side in that airport. You’d fight with yourself most nights that you decided with your head, but your first evening with a man who had bruised your lips with promises of what would come may have had more pull than anything else. 

The same man that had called you every week for the past six months… The same man you had spent countless nights with, years of your life you would never be able to scrub away, no matter how hard you tried. 

You had watched from afar as half of the world returned, their loved ones welcoming them home with teary eyes and broken hearts. You watched as he came home. His eyes, always scanning the crowds waiting for you. Waiting to see your face. 

It made all of this so, so much worse. This was definitely not the homecoming you could have hoped for. 

“We’re nearing the drop.” Your comm’s rang with a woman's voice who had helped smuggle you onto the craft. You weren’t exactly welcome in europe at the moment- or anywhere for that matter. The government did not take lightly to your’s and Sharon’s betrayal. You’d think that after everything the world had seen they would be a little more forgiving, but you couldn't exactly blame them for their trust issues either. 

You could, however, blame yourself. 

As soon as your feet hit the ground you were off. The distress call had come from Sam earlier that evening and now with the sun setting you could only hope you weren't too late. You tried to push the man who had haunted your thoughts for the past few years out of your head, desperate to focus on the task at hand. 

Bullets exploded through the air, a warning as you were approaching the large shipping container unit. Your comms went static as they began to connect with Sam’s, his voice ringing through your ears as—

“Sam, a little help here!” 

His voice stopped you dead in your tracks. 

“I’m on my way - called in some back up.” Sam grunted as the sound of strangled yelps echoed around you. 

“Back up? Who do we know that-” Bucky’s words were cut short as he let out a growl, the sound of his vibranium arm whirling in the background. 

You rushed in without a second thought, the sound of his pain too raw as it ripped through your chest. Before you could assess the danger, you charged forward, hurling yourself at a large man pointing his gun right at- 

With a loud thud, the man hit the ground. Your combat boot, heavy on his throat until he went still, and with it came silence. It was deafening despite the explosive gunfire around you. 

“Y/n?” 

Your name ripped through the air, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. Back turned and body rigid, you were frozen in place. Years you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue, soft and get so personal. Like no one had spoken it before. 

“Y/n, what are you-”

Sam's voice cut the newly cropped brunettes words off,  “I got two coming in on your left, Buck. Oh- and welcome back, Y/L/N.” 

You smiled sheepishly at Bucky, pulling your gun from its holster and flicking the safety off as you closed your distance with him. Despite the aggravation apparent on his face, a broken smile seemed to be pulling at the corners of his lips. 

“Here we go again, huh?”  You chimed, your eyes locking with his just as all hell broke loose. 

The trip back to Sam and Bucky’s base was one filled with uncomfortable silence, and a tension that had your blood running cold. 

Once the adrenaline of the fight had worn off and you were left face to face with Bucky Barnes, the guilt began to creep in. 

“So…” Sam started from the backseat of the beat-up truck, the suddenness of his words startling both you and Bucky for a moment. “Long time no see.” 

The scoff that left Bucky’s lips wasn't as subtle as you imagined he meant it to be. You tried not to let it bother you; in fact, you had prepared for this. How he might react when you finally returned home. What you weren't prepared for, however, was how indescribably gutted you would feel to watch him - eyes trained to the road ahead - as he gritted his teeth at your proximity. 

To say that yours and Bucky’s relationship before the snap was easy would be incredibly delusional. It was messy and at it’s best dysfunctional. But for whatever reason, the two of you looked beyond that. He saw through you like no one ever had and before you knew it, the two of you were glued at the hip. It didn't make sense, but no questions were ever asked. 

You just fit. 

And of course there was the sex. Good god, you could feel your thighs clenching at the thought. 

The way’s Bucky knew how to take you apart, with an accuracy that only he had. How he had your toes curling and body vibrating from the flick of his tongue. How he would have you screaming the most filthy things for him, all while begging to never ever—

“Y/n?” 

Sam’s voice was like an ice bath. Your name yanking you back into the present and the question at hand. What was the question again? You couldn't think straight. Not when Bucky was staring at you the way he was, one brow cocked and that same familiar smirk plastered on his lips. If you didn't know any better, you’d think he could read your thoughts. 

“Sorry- I… I was…” You couldn't seem to bring yourself back to this realm, too lost in the Super Soldier’s stormy eyes to remember what exactly you were trying to say. 

“He asked you where you’ve been, Y/n.” Bucky spoke your name like it was a curse, laced with razor sharp ache and pain. His eyes told a different story though. The way he looked at you; the same way he always did. 

With a warmth that only he had for you. It made you shiver. 

“Running, mostly.” You started, your body physically breaking your gaze with Bucky. It was too much, watching him glare down at you. And maybe you deserved it. 

“And you never thought to, I don't know, call me?” Bucky’s words were spiteful, oozing with a disdain that was beginning to wear down your patience. 

“It wasn't like that, Buck-”

“You can’t call me that anymore.” He snapped, his eyes trained on the road. Your gaze snapped to him, brow arched as you all but scoffed at him. 

“Oh, I can't?” You chuckled, but the sound came out flat. He had every right to ask you where you've been. Hell, get angry if he wanted. But the way his words seeped with disgust made your blood boil. 

“Okay, okay guys. Let’s all take a breath and just—”

“Shut up, Sam.” You both snarled, causing Sam to roll his eyes as Bucky pulled into a long winding driveway with a small log cabin sat at the end of it. You reached for your seatbelt until your door swung open. 

“You two figure your shit out. Whatever this is,” Sam motioned to the space between you two, “ isn’t leaving this car. I’ll be inside. Feel free to come in when y'all have killed and made up, okay?” With that, Sam slammed the door leaving Bucky and you alone in your static tension.

Bucky worried on his lip, his eyes trained to his lap. You opened your mouth to speak, but your words seemed caught in your throat. 

“You didn't even call…” 

It was so quiet, you almost didn't hear it. But you did… 

Voice small and so filled with ache; it kicked you in the stomach, the guilt washing away any anger you had felt. 

“Bucky… I- I couldn't.” You forced out, tentative as you met his gaze, stomach dropping as your eyes locked with his. 

“I thought I lost you. I thought - I mean, fuck - you were all I cared about.” He sighed, clearing his throat as if it would help ease his discomfort. “I looked for you, ya know?” He chuckled, but there was no warmth behind it. Just a brokenness that made you squirm. 

“It’s not your fault—”

“Oh, I know it’s not.” Bucky quipped, his eyes flicking away from yours and turning back to face the cabin. “It was your own selfish decision.” 

You scoffed, head snapping back to meet his glare. “Selfish? Bucky, I had no other choice. Not everyone can be pardoned for their crimes. It’s not like I had Steve Rogers advocating for my freedom!” 

Bucky only rolled his eyes, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight, you swore he might rip it clean off the car.  “Don’t bring him into this. You don't think that I would have done everything to get to you? To clear your name?”

You laughed bitterly, blinking away the tears that welled at the corners of your eyes. 

“You gotta at least give me more credit than that, Doll.” The pet name rolled off this tongue easily, washing over you, and making you freeze. 

“Please don’t call me that…” You faltered, wiping away a stray tear that rolled down your cheek. 

It seemed the tension dissipated in that moment, silence heavy between you both as Bucky reached out, his flesh fingers finding a tear and brushing it away. You tried to speak, but with everything that had been said, and all that would never be, you decided words just weren’t enough. 

You didn't have time to object before his lips were on yours, your body moving at its own accord as he pulled you onto his lap, your thighs either side of him as his tongue swept across your bottom lip. You tried to moan, but his mouth swallowed the sound. He rendered you breathless, his taste intoxicating as you melted into his embrace, grinding into him and shivering when a familiar growl slipped from his lips; vibrating against your mouth. 

“Fuck, I missed you.” You moaned out, clutching his jacket as you licked down his neck. His skin was burning against your lips, the rumble of his breath heavy against your ear as he let out a dark chuckle, urging you on. 

“Well, if you had just called me—” 

Before he could finish the sentence, you reached for the recliner, snapping it forward as you toppled forwards onto Bucky’s chest. His words fell back into his throat, hands automatically finding your hips to steady you while you fumbled with his belt. 

“Doll—” He tried to start, but you swallowed the name with your kiss, heated and rooted in a desperate need to feel him again. You ached for him in a way you’d never felt before. 

Maybe what you had was unfixable. Maybe it was beyond repair, but with the way he was kissing you and hiking down your pants, it didn't matter. You were drunk on him, and by the way he bucked his hips, so was he. 

You shivered as his vibranium fingers looped into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down over your legs as you both awkwardly tried to move in the cramped seat. You wanted to laugh, but as his cold thumb swiped through your slick folds, all you could do was whine. 

“So wet for me…” He hummed, teeth sinking into your throat as he pulled a whimper from your lips. 

You cursed, hands propping you up on either side of him as he dipped his index finger into you, the intrusion enough to have your back arching into him, desperate for more. 

But Bucky was a tease. And even now, after all of this time, it was the very thing that had your buckling above him. Pleading and begging for more.

“Look at you.” He started, his eyes dark as he pushed deeper inside, his finger curing into you as you gasped. 

“P-please, Buck.” You begged, grinding down onto his hand. To your dismay he only chuckled, watching intently as you came undone around him. 

“I told you,” He started, lifting you off of him and tossing you against the backseats, “Don’t call me that.” 

You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled out of your throat as he awkwardly crawled towards you. But the look in his eyes had your stomach twisting into something that emulated fear. It was guttural as he pressed into you, the outline of his cock digging into your drenched folds.

You bit back a moan, eyes rolling back in your head as his cold fingers brushed against your core, pulling himself free from his boxers. 

“Do you still love me like you did?”  He spoke, and though the words were soft and filled with promises you had broken before, there was a darkness in his voice. 

“I never stopped.” You admitted. And it was true. But that didn't seem to be the answer he was looking for as he licked his bottom lip, eyes trained on your throat. 

“I’m afraid isn’t gonna’ feel much like love, doll.” He breathed out, lining himself up with your entrance. Before you could speak, he thrusted into you, knocking the air out of your chest as he bent you uncomfortably in half. You could only scream as he caged you in, forcing you down against the seats as he fucked into you. 

It’s not like you forgot how Bucky filled you, but his size was something you would never be able by to fully adjust to. Especially not now, when he was holding you steady, his hips snapping against you giving you no time to ease into the assault. And by the looks of the lopsided smirk plastered on his swollen lips, he knew exactly how shredded you felt. 

“Fuck, you take me so good, sweetheart.” The pet name doing nothing to quell the ache he sent ripping through your body as he sank deeper into you. You could only cry out, head smashing into the door as he kept up his brutal pace. 

“B-Bucky, please.” You weren't exactly sure what you were asking for, but at this rate you wouldn't last long, the familiar coil building in your abdomen as he nudged up against your cervix. 

“Slow down, baby.” You choked on a sob, eyes glassy as his vibranium fingers coiled around you thoat, pining you to the seats.  

“Did you miss this part, doll?” He whispered against your ear, a shiver ripping through your body and igniting a flame you had so desperately craved since the moment he vanished from your world. “Miss the way I ruin you, Hm? I can feel you, coming undone. You’re so close, aren’t you?” he teased, pressing his fingers deeper into your throat until you were coughing around the pressure. 

“All I need to do is-” His flesh thumb ran circles against your clit, your eyes rolling back into your skull as you croaked out his name, begging him to ease up. “There it is.” He chuckled, quickening his pace until you were a shivering mess beneath him. 

“Bucky, I-” 

“I’m going to ruin this cunt, sweetheart. Stay still, and let go for me” His voice was like gravel, only letting you breathe once you nodded your head in complicity, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth as the orgasm wrapped itself around your core. 

“Fuck.” You managed to scream, your head lulling back as a title-wave of ecstasy crashed over you, pulling you under.

“That’s my girl.” His words tipped you over the edge, his name on your lips like a prayer as you quivered, your body violently shaking. “God you're so tight when you- Shit!” 

With a few sloppy thrusts, Bucky came undone. His hot spend coating your pulsing walls as he gasped. Your bodies a tangled mess as he puffed out a breath against your neck. 

You both just stayed frozen, too afraid that the moment you pulled away, reality would sink in. And the truth was, you weren't exactly sure what that meant. 

Bucky slowly eased himself out of you, gasping a little as you spilled out onto, what you only hoped, would be easy to clean seats.

 “Doll, that was-” 

“Hey,” Sam knocked hard against the now foggy glass, “You two hungry, or what?” 

[shoichee]

how would atsushi, akashi and aomine react to haizaki threatening/hitting on their s/o?? (cue that one scene where he was literally taking on himuro, kagami, kise, and alex all at once 😡... basically that, but with their s/o)

ANON…. THOSE 3???? LONG STORY SHORT…. HAIZAKI EXPERIENCES DEATH (OR AT LEAST NEAR-DEATH) 3 SEPARATE TIMES…… BUT HERE’S THE “LONG STORY” THROUGH THESE HCs 

TW: attempt of physical assault, unwanted advancements… asshole Haizaki? cut under this to keep y’all safe JUST IN CASE

[Headcanons]

Aomine Daiki

you went out to look for Aomine after noticing how he hasn’t come back to his seat for too long

this was shortly after Kaijō defeated Fukuda Sōgō, and it was currently intermission before the next match rolled in

your face was met with crisp air as your eyes adjusted to the dark, scanning for any sign of your boyfriend

upon seeing no one, you decided to walk around the perimeter, just in case Aomine decided to nap for a quick moment on a whim and forgot to tell you

maybe you shouldn’t have walked out alone and in the dark of night, but you figured that in such a public event in a public area, you didn’t think anyone had the balls to start anything fishy around the stadium

oh how you were so wrong

you unfortunately bumped into Haizaki right when he was slowly strolling with his basketball shoes over his shoulder, and you immediately stopped in place, praying that he would walk past by you or perhaps not even see you

you knew that he wasn’t good news based from what Aomine told you and from watching that unpleasant game… he was bad, bad news

why did you think he wasn’t gonna see you? his senses are as sharp as a falcon, scrutinizing you before he realizes your identity

“Oh? Now what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here… all alone?”

“I, um, I was looking for someone, but I realized it’s been getting a little too late… I think they returned back to the stadium, so that’s where I’m heading…”

your voice slowly diminishes to a soft whisper by the end, but judging from his widened eyes from glee, you knew he wasn’t going to walk past by you after this

“That so?” he drawls, licking his thumb. “The stadium ya say?”

something about his gaze turned sharp and dangerous, “the stadium” triggering unadulterated rage and frustration from the game and from his encounter with Aomine

“I… I really gotta leave,” you say in a hurry, quickly backing up. “Th-They’re impatient, so—”

“Huh?” he mocks, leaning closer to you. “I’m kinda of an impatient guy myself, yeah?” but upon even closer inspection, he realizes that he’s seen you somewhere very recently

“Hm?” he muses lowly. “Weren’t ya sitting with Daiki that game?” when you don't answer out of fear, his eyes merely shine with excitement… “Ohhhh… is that how it is?”

. . .

Aomine returns back to his seat after settling a score with Haizaki outside the stadium, but immediately becomes confused when he sees your seat empty

Sakurai immediately apologizes and quickly informs him that you went out to look for him, and Aomine immediately dashes back out… after all, who knows if you got lost in the dark or if you kept being persistent in looking for him?

imagine his visible distress when he sees Haizaki putting an arm around your shoulder while still holding his shoes and you looking absolutely fearful because you knew what he was capable of

this was a very rare moment where Aomine was not so calm and collected

but he tries to, especially when he knows that Haizaki probably relishes in the fact of “getting revenge” for that punch earlier (and probably realized the connection between you and Aomine to do so)

“Hey, asshat,” he calls out, grabbing Haizaki’s attention away from you, but Aomine notices him pulling you slightly closer to his body. “The fuck you think you’re doing with (y/n)?”

“Hehh? So (y/n)’s your name?” Haizaki merely pays attention to you, completely ignoring Aomine

“Back off,” he says lowly, almost to a growl. “I won’t be holding myself back to just a punch this time if you do anything else.”

at his hardened glare, Haizaki does a gleeful mock-surprise expression before putting his arm off of you and says: “Whoaaa there, Daiki. Never pegged you as that typa guy.”

he licks his thumb before walking away casually without a care in the world before calling out, “It ain’t fun here anymore, I’m bouncin’ out.”

by the time he leaves Aomine’s field of vision, he finally releases a pent-up sigh before calling out your name:

“... Come’ere… he didn’t do anythin’ to you right? Sheesh, I leave you alone for one second—alright, alright I guess it was more than a second… fine, it was several minutes… look, I’m sorry… okay, okay quit lecturing me… more importantly, promise me you don’t go out alone like that. It’s dangerous out there, y’know.”

when you finally ask about what he meant by his threat to Haizaki, he smugly replies, “Aw, that? I gave him a hard sock earlier. Went down pretty easily.”

Murasakibara Atsushi

it’s quite rare that Murasakibara would agree to going to Tokyo temporarily over break, let alone leave his house, but here you two are, resting on the park benches in Tokyo

shortly after, you went to the nearest arcade hall, begging and tugging him along with you to try the strength test for the jackpot prize (totally using his physique to nab home prizes and merch LOL)

he only agreed because you looked way too excited for him to turn the plan down

he still enjoyed himself, if he was being honest; it’s just you, him, his snacks, and some games you both are playing together

Murasakibara notices that the arcade also has a mini food court to the side, and he immediately pouts at you to let him go tasting galore on a food binge

and you laugh, telling him to “hurry up” to tease him and letting him know that you were staying here to try to earn more points to exchange for rewards at the end

you entered a coin into the slot and hummed before seeing a START screen, but as soon as it went black into a loading screen you saw someone’s reflection on it

Haizaki was right behind you

“Whaddya know? Would ya look at that?” he says, hands in his pockets while sneering. “If it isn’t (y/n).”

you merely pretended that you didn’t hear him, considering that the arcade was pretty crowded and noisy, and went on to playing the game in front of you

you hoped that by the time you were done with the round, he’d be gone, but his reflection was very much still there on the arcade machine screen, depicting his laid-back posture against the back of another arcade machine, watching you with complete amusement

after spending all the available coins on hand and still sensing him behind you, you promptly turned to your left to head for the coin machine and acted completely casual, but before you got too far ahead, Haizaki easily blocks your path with an outstretched arm, the hand against the arcade machine

“Whoaaa,” he drawls. “That’s pretty fucked up for you to ignore me like that.”

“... You’re blocking the way, so can you please kindly let me pass?” you flatly say, not bothering to look at his face

“What’s with the cold shoulder?” He tilts his head with a crazed look in his eyes that spelled unpredictability. “I just came and stopped by to say hello to an old friend from Teiko. Nothin’ wrong with that, hm?”

“Look,” you sigh. “You’re in the way, and I wish to spend my time here left alone. No, I’m not interested in small talk. No, I’m not in the mood for a bite with you. No, I don’t want to give you my number. Did I address everything?” you finally turned your face to look at Haizaki, but his face contorts to one of a dangerous beast

“Good, good…” he slowly says. “You haven’t changed one bit, haven’t ya? I was wonderin’ where that feisty side of yours went.”

perhaps you shouldn’t have spoken up after all; it only riled him up more

before you can formulate any further thoughts, he grabs your chin and directed it towards him, and you immediately froze up

you tried to dart your eyes around you if anyone noticed, but no one seems to pay attention

“What’s the matter?” he asks. “Cat got ya tongue?” when he looks to where your gaze was at, he chuckles before drawing closer to your face. “No one’s gonna help… not when they think we’re a little thing…”

but he instantly feels a heavy hand on his shoulder, and Haizaki turns around, ready to cuss the perpetrator out, but his eyes widen when he sees a furious Murasakibara

a giant with a very, very hostile aura… even nearby crowds dispersed out of fear for their safety

“Hands off of (y/n)-chin, pest.”

“Oho?” Haizaki releases your face and completely turns around to face him. “Well if it isn’t Atsushi… been a while hasn’t it?” he brings up a hand in a shrugging motion. “While I’d love to chat, I’m busy. Scram.”

“Touch (y/n)-chin again, and I’ll break all of your fingers.”

“Huh?” Haizaki licks his right thumb. “What’s up with ya? It’s non’ya business.”

you took this as an opportunity to run to Murasakibara’s side and seek shelter behind his back, which Haizaki raises a defiant brow

“Hmmm?” he smiles a slow smirk. “Was I really such bad company, (y/n)?”

his smile was completely wiped when he sees Murasakibara’s outstretched hand towards his head, and he deftly dodges his grasp before he walks off with a scoff

“I’m gonna crush him—”

“W-Wait! Just leave him be…” you held onto his torso in a full-attempt to stop him from going too far, and after a few moments, he relaxes with body and finally turns to face you

he doesn’t say anything but darts his eyes all over your figure to make sure there weren’t any injuries on you

he gently holds your hand before he tugs you to follow him to the food court

“Murasakibara…?”

“... You won’t be separated from me if we hold hands, (y/n)-chin.”

“I’m fine, you know.”

he doesn’t say anything more, and when you both settled into your table with your orders, he’s constantly staring at you and giving nonverbal cues that he wants to do PDA with you

becomes very protective and affectionate of you for the rest of the trip

grows very quiet and deep in thought until you reassure him that you were okay because of him stepping in to save you

Akashi Seijuro

it’d be extremely rare for you to ever bump into Haizaki, especially when the only chance you can see him is during the annual Winter Cup

Winter Cup arrives once again with the GoMs being 2nd years this time, and Akashi is still the same Oreshi ever since last Winter Cup

Haizaki definitely had seen you walking with Akashi very closely before the opening ceremony started, and it gave him ideas on how to “get back” against Akashi without directly confronting him

he was gonna mess with you

even after all those years, he still has that grudge against Akashi; the fact that he is one of the few people who has that power over him irritates him to no end

even when Akashi told Haizaki to quit long ago to help him save face, his pride was still heavily bruised

when he was sure Akashi wasn’t with you, he approached you while you were waiting outside the stadium

. . .

Akashi exits out of the locker rooms and carries his duffel bag before he heads to the entrance to greet you, excited in reuniting with you to talk about today’s games and your opinion on Rakuzan’s performance… that is, until what he saw made him beyond furious

“O-Ow…!”

“If ya want someone to blame for,” Haizaki sneers. “Ya can thank Akashi for messin’ with me, yeah? Don’t take it too hard babe, but I’m just returnin’ the favor… by proxy.”

Akashi strides over to the two of you with the intensity of death that would even surprise Bokushi himself

“Haizaki.”

at the sound of his eerily calm voice, Haizaki turns over to Akashi, and his glee is immediately wiped off his face and replaced with one of anger… and hidden fear

he suddenly drops you from his chokehold, and as you hit the ground, coughing to intake air, he turns to Akashi with a vengeful look

after a suffocating staredown between the two, Haizaki tuts and turns to leave in unspoken defeat, knowing full well the consequences from defying against Akashi; it’s something he never did in Teiko and certainly not something he would risk doing now

Akashi immediately drops his cold facade and rushes over to your side, rubbing your back and examining the slight bruises on your neck

his HIGHEST priority at that very moment was your safety, and he decided to take you to a doctor and then to your home, opting to cancelling/rescheduling any plans for today despite your objections

all the while, he coos softly at you and touches you with such care and gentleness that you managed to calm your heartbeat from that sudden attempt of assault

as soon as he feels like you’re safe, mentally and physically (and probably in a safe environment with either a GoM or at your own home), he reveals his true emotions on his face regarding the incident for the first time when he’s alone

being super considerate about your current mental state, he didn’t want to potentially scare you even more with his anger and much more negative emotions

for the first time, he allows his darker thoughts to simmer and stir… it’s one of those rare times where he wishes that Bokushi still existed within him

he eventually finds time to pay a visit to Fukuda Sōgō… to make nice… threats conversation

if you somehow figured out that he was going to do that, only when you convinced him is when he’ll decide to back down

but that’s only IF you figured out about how Akashi really felt about this…