#you're telling me they didn't fuck afterwards? with the tension they had going on?

[evilkaeya]

This is how I imagine skk post reunion went

Chuuya to the PM gc: man why did you guys let me meet Dazai again

Tachihara: what happened

Chuuya: I woke up in his bed

several people are typing

[buccini555]

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

★ You and Hanma would have to do some school activities at your home, but while you tried to stay focused on your studies, Hanma preferred to be there to tease you and take your concentration off your math tasks.

★ I m a g i n e s.ᐟ

★ 𝑭𝒕. Hanma Shuji

Homework is definitely not something that Hanma would do, despite that, unlike him, you maintained your academic life in an exemplary way and so in front of your study table you had been completing your homework for some time now, sitting in the chair below you, Hanma certainly wouldn't be there to help you study even if you were sitting on his lap at the moment while maintaining your concentration on studying mathematics, on the contrary, Shuji just watched you in total silence with a completely bored look while you were doing it some exercises and calculations, but at the same time, holding your waist firmly with his hands, he forced your hips against his lap at the same time you were still trying to concentrate on solving some mathematical problems, so all your concentration went to few disappearing as Hanma made your body shiver with gentle but firm touches in your belly, under the thin fabric of your skirt, you could feel how "focused" he was at the moment when he at least tried to relieve all that tension by holding you against him.

"Oh? I don't have much patience to wait, in fact, I didn't even want to be waiting." He smirked, shaking his head impatiently, sliding his hands down, holding your thighs and subtly caressing them from bottom to top, eager to see your finish the tasks he was trying to complete.

☆ extreme sexual tension, fem! masturbation mention, fingering, petnames (princess, baby, babygirl), unprotected sex, strong words, submission (reader) not mentioned directly, mention of creampie and pregnancy at the end and I think that's it...

"I won't take long to finish the activities, Hanma, in fact, you should do yours, don't you think about this?" As you "adjusted" yourself on the boy's lap to tease him even more, you said, as you spoke, Hanma's breathing became more deep, making you sure that he would no longer have so much patience in waiting for you to finish studying to start telling you what he was feeling at the moment.

"You're so impatient, Hanma..." You continued studying, ignoring him for a moment, however, not for long, as he made you distracted as his hand traveled down the entire part of your thigh, approaching your crotch and giving you a shiver.

"I'm being patient with you now, if I was that impatient, I'd already be doing what I want to do, baby." Squeezing your leg, he laughed, saying shortly afterwards with the intention of teasing you even more.

"H-hanma... What do you want?" You I questioned in a whisper accompanied by a long sigh, feeling him get closer to your pussy little by little, you moved slowly, staying closer to him while going through the pages of your notebook to solve the next activity.

"Hmm? What's up, princess? I just want to play with you." Hanma stated right after while keeping his hands on you.

"I need to study, baby." Flipping the page of your notebook again, you made your speech, trying to dedicate yourself to studying again even though you were completely excited and felt pressure in your cunt with each of Hanma's touches.

"You can continue studying, I don't want to disturb you, I just... I just want to have some fun with you on my lap, babygirl." He responded in a serious tone, squeezing the inner part of your thigh again and making your breathing begin to become a bit deep.

"God, H-hanma! You always get what you want..." In a low tone, you delivered your line, scolding him.

"Oh, yeah? You know I'm really into you now, don't you? So let me fuck it." Hanma slowly began to touch you while you still remained determined to stay focused on your studies, first, the touches started over your school skirt, then your underwear, at that point concentrating was practically impossible since everything you could feel the same pressure becoming more intense in your pussy, which was already wet, so he held you again, lifting your hips enough to remove your panties, underneath your skirt, Hanma used his fingers on your intimacy masturbating you while you closed your legs.

"Hanma! S-stop... You've already enjoyed it enough." You scolded him again, even though all you wanted at that moment was for him to continue.

"Who let you close your legs for me? Have you lost fucking respect for me, girl?" He spoke without seeming to be joking, making you open your legs again, already impatient, he touched you again, this time more aggressively, Hanma didn't mind using his fingers on your clit and he did so, he liked it, stick their fingers in you, already who was practically addicted to how tight you could be. "Y-yes, cum for me, be a good girl and obey me, babe. Forget those stupid math exercises right now." By going even deeper into your cunt and making you moan. "I want to hear you moan for me, c'mon, baby." He said even more excited by your sweet moans.

"I-I'm almost done, Hanma! Can't you go some time without thinking about sex?" Trying to hold back your own moans by placing your hand under your mouth, you said, panting at the same time asand Hanma continued to masturbate you. "Mmmm... I'm not, let me continue, please, my princess, I'm being good with you." In a low tone, he spoke with a trembling voice, making you start to feel sorry for leaving him waiting as you could feel his dick becoming more and more hard between your legs.

You ignored him again, knowing that it would only make him more determined to fuck you at that moment. "Mm, fuck it, d-damn, H-hanma... D-don't stop." You exclaimed, he didn't stop touching your pussy and with the other hand squeezing your tits, making you no longer able to hide how pleasurable it had become.

"Y-yeah, baby, you look so fucking hot in that short skirt, your body... Y-you... fuck babe, you drive me crazy." He kissed your neck from behind, still intensifying the touch in the way he continued masturbating you until you wet his fingers enough for your liquid to flow, which wouldn't take long to happen. "K-keep it going, please, I-I won't to hold on much longer like this, H-hanma... P-please don't stop." The taller one definitely knew what he was doing, making you moan more and more loudly. "That's it, c'mon, I'm not even starting yet." He responded, feeling the pleasure in your breathless voice at the same time you fell apart in his hand.

"Argh, you're not going to leave me alone until I let you fuck me, is not it, Hanma?" Holding his hand close to you, you questioned him in a teasing tone.

"Ah..." Hanma smiled again when he saw that you wouldn't resist for long. "...I won't leave you alone until I see you begging me to stop fucking you." He responded right away.

"C-continue." You dropped the pen with your shaking hands, leaving your activities aside for a moment.

"I will." Hanma made you face down under the table, lifting your skirt while unzipping your own pants, leaving his dick visible.

"Be a good girl for me, okay? I don't want to have to punish you..." The boy said again, running his dick through your wet cunt making you feel how excited he was before placing it in you.

"...I-I'll be a good girl, P-please, Hanma." His words made you even more needy in the moment and he truly wasn’t going to stop until you couldn’t take it anymore. "P-please, Hanma, be kind to me?" You asked, looking back with a shy smile as you showed off to the boy.

"Beg me, c'mon, my beautiful princess." Hanma isn't very delicate in these situations, so he didn't wait long to start fucking you as he wanted, thrusting into you fast and hard. "Fuck, B-baby, you're so fucking tight." Shuji pulled your hair back with one hand while he held your wrists with the other, the thrusts became increasingly stronger making your legs tremble and lose strength as you felt how pleasurable it was to be fucked by him. "I-I'm yours, fuck it, y-yeah!" As your pussy was fucked with more and more strength, amidst your insistent moans you stated. "Y-you're mine, you're so hot.. Damn, I love fucking you." He stated right away while biting his own lip.

"Look at me, now." After a while, he made you turn around, Hanma picked you up again and put you on the table again. "I told you to fucking look at me!" He kissed you with the tongue right after while holding your neck and continuing to thrust into you."Y-you're being a great girl, lil bitch, ask me to fuck you more, go, right now." He kissed you and pulled your hair again, making sure to hear you moaning his name and continuing to fuck you until you had an orgasm. "H-hanma, I-I can't... I can't take it anymore, I-" Hanma placed his hand over your mouth, making you shut up immediately. "I told you I wouldn't stop anytime soon, you better obey me and let me finish." He said immediately, looking at you with a serious look, paying attention to your flushed face. "This tight pussy is killing me, damn it..." Your cunt leaked as he put more pressure on it, the boy didn't mind going deeper every time he felt your body tremble.

"If you keep going like this I'm going to end up filling you up... Mmm." He wasn't far from reaching his peak, for that reason, he continued increasing the speed of his thrusts while making you tremble, he went deeper and deeper while enjoying your hot and wet intimacy squeezing his fat cock. "S-stop, stop being stupid, Hanma." You exclaimed immediately. "What's up, babygirl? Don't you want to have a baby with me?" He laughed mockingly, still doing everything he could to provoke you and you remained silent trying to look at him with a disapproving look at the same time that you couldn't take it anymore how pleasurable it was to enjoy every inch of him inside you since he was going faster and faster and finally, before finally reaching your limit, he withdrew from inside you, pouring all that cum onto your thigh at the same time as he pulled you into a kiss again.

"Now you can go back to studying." In a brief pause while you sealed your lips, he said maintaining the same mocking tone, then Hanma cleaned up all the mess he made and even organized your materials, still trying hard to help you solve the exercises that remained to be solved.

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Little game

Paring: Hantengu's clones x Fem!reader

Synopsis: Karaku to you, "Let's play a little game i made," and now you're blind folded, on the couch trying to guess who's eating you out.

Content: Sub reader, Dom clones, blind fold, Bondage, oral sex (reader receiving), Orgasm denial, slight monster fucking? (Their able to grow their tounges long), manhanding, feedbag position (click the link to know what I'm talking about)

Word count: 2.6k

A/n: hi guys!🥹 sorry I was MIA but I'm back!

Saw this idea on Twitter by the user TimieTate and I just HAD to write that idea with the clones😍

"Who's tounge do you think it is pretty girl?" Said a familiar voice that was heard across from you. It was Urogi. You were sat down on the couch, leaning back with your lower half to the edge with your legs open, feeling one of their tounges lapping at your clit. Urogi sat next to you and his claw on your thigh. You felt his large claw grip your thigh, making your legs close on the clone between your legs.

"Get back here! You're going to distract hee from giving an answer. You know how dumb she gets at just our touch alone," Sekido said, thumping his staff on the floor. "Oh, she'll answer. You know it's not me, so hurry up and give your answer. I'm dying to hear your answer," Urogi said in such a dark giggle.

Sekido grunts and shifts his eyes away from Urogi and onto you. "This game is ridiculous. Hurry up and guess who's tounge it is," Sekido said with annoyance in his tone. You bit your bottom lip, moaning softly with a few whines. You never would've thought Karaku wanted to play a game like this and practically put you to the test to tell their difference between their head game.

Although you're blindfolded to guess, you felt all their eyes glued onto you. The clone that was between your thighs was eager. His lips were sucking on your pretty clit while his tounge slide between your folds. You had to make a decision quickly. It clearly wasn't Urogi, Sekido spoke to argue with Urogi across from you so that only left two options.

Aizetsu or Karaku. Although they always get pussu drunk from eating you but one thing you can tell differently is that Aizetsu and karaku never hold back. They'll always start slow and work their way up, and right now, you felt your time running out since you felt your orgasm coming. Sekido reached his staff towards you and poked your side. "You know the rules. Don't fucking cum until you give an answer, or I'll shock you." He firmly said

You whimper softly, knowing you're not allowed to cum but you also didn't want Sekido shocking you like how he would with a spank on your ass when you disobeyed rules. "It's karaku!" You quickly say, your legs flexing a bit, but as soon as you answered, the clone pulled himself away. You shiver, feeling your orgasm wash away but your pussy still leaking with your juices.

Your heavy breathing fills the room as it becomes silent. It was an awkward silence before you felt a hand tightly gripping your thigh and nails dragging down your skin. You groan from the slight pain and then hear a deep scoff from Sekido. Karaku and Urogi laughed uncomfortably like a duo of Hyenas at your answer.

For the moment, you didn't understand until it sunk in a bit after. Before you could say something, Aizetsu spoke. "It wasn't him. It's me." Aizetsu said, with such a soft tone, yet his actions were harsh. "I-im sorry I didn't -" Aizetsu wasn't hearing it and spanked your ass. "When we get our alone time, I'm going to make you tell the difference between me and him," Aizetsu said and got up.

From his tone, you definitely hurt his feelings, but at the same time, you knew a punishment was yet to come. "Aw, you think about me when you're with Aizetsu? I must be that good, huh?" said Karaku, shooting a smirk at Aizetsu. You could feel that tension in the air. You couldn't do much but lay their, hoping Aizetsu will have some mercy on you afterwards, but you doubt it.

You calmed down, and the room went back to silence as the next clone took his turn. He grabbed your inner thigh and held them apart to ensure you don't try and hold his head between your thighs. You moan once you felt a tounge back on your clit, this time your clit being more sensitive from before. You think for a moment through the pleasure but then felt a hand placed on your lower stomach. Four large fingers on your stomach and the thumb pulling the skin back on your clit to he exact.

Your clit throbbed on his tounge and grip your hands onto the couch cushions. The clone then uses his hand to press down on your lower stomach a bit, making you moan out loudly as if you felt your orgasm coming back in seconds. His motivation seemed to get you as close as possible, so you had to answer quickly. "Uro- n-no hah~ Sekido!" Once you answered again, the clone needed to pull back, ruining another orgasm.

"Was that my name at first?" Urogi teased, knowing you were about to say his name bit instantly corrected yourself. Sekido growled. "You're lucky you called the right name," Sekido said and went back to his spot across from you on the couch. You whine softly, "Karaku. You said if I guessed right I'll be allowed to cum" you pout softly.

"I did, didn't I?" Karaku laughed. "But I only said that. Who said to say they'd also listen?" He smirked. You can feel his smug smirk. You should've known better. They all love to tease you until you break. "My turn now," Urogi said, sitting down on the floor and pulling your body closer by your legs and throwing them over his broad shoulders.

"Urogi. Now she knows it's you." Aizetsu sighed in disappointment at Urogi's carelessness. "She'd find out either way. I am the one clone with claws." Urogi chuckled, inches away from your pussy. "Fuck.." you quietly said, just eager to be back on your high and cum. "Ready for me?" Urogi said as his tounge stuck out, giving your puffy pussy soft kitten licks.

You nod. "Then come here" Urogi said as his mouth opens more as you shift your hips further into his face, moaning as his lips make contact with your pussy. Your hand grips onto his hair as you move your hips up and down on his tongue. Urogi will always let you do this to his face. He just can't get enough, and he knows how wet you get from doing that.

Urogi digged his talons in your thighs as he sucks on your clit. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but it was definitely enough to leave a trail of scratch marks. Urogi chuckled as he felt your clit throb on his tounge and pulled away for a moment. "Yeah. You love pain mixed in with your pleasure, dont you? How delightful. C'mon baby, keeping going crazy on my tongue," Urogi said, still supporting your lower half.

"Urogi~" You gasped, moaning his name as you bring your hand to your mouth, covering it with the back of your hand and moans into it as your other hand grips onto Urogi's hair as you roll your hips up to grind on his tounge. "Don't cover your damn mouth," Sekido said, wanting to hear your desperate moans to cum.

"I'll handle it when Urogi is done. I'm the one who came up with the game, after all." Karaku grinned. You were getting close. Your breathing quickening, your hand gripping tighter on Urogi's hair and your inside tightening around nothing. Your mouth hung open, even with some droll running down your chin as you were so close but like the others, Urogi stopped just as you were about to cum and pulled away.

"N-no, please-" you begged, not wanting Urogi to stop, but he just laughed at your state. You whimpered softly and even dampened the blind fold with your tears of pleasure. Urogi's claw grabs his chin, "drolling already? Don't waste it. You'll need more of it when you're drooling on my cock later" Urogi said, giving you a kiss, making you taste yourself for a moment and then stepping away.

You felt a bit embarrassed. 3 orgasms were denied and especially in front of four clones. Your breaths hitched. The feeling of your orgasm felt blocked. You could feel it. You knew it was there but slowly fading with each passing second, making you grow sexually frustrated. "Wasn't that fun? Come on, tell me. "Now said Karaku, plopping himself right next to you on the couch as he put his arm around you.

You turned your head and whispered. "Please. Just make me cum" you begged as you rub your thighs together. "Pathetic." Said Aizetsu from across the room, not satisfied with your begs. "I can't hear you y/n. You'll have to speak up!" Urogi spoke loudly, making fun of your soft and shakey tone. "Beg better than that. You're just asking for us to leave you here and not let your finish" said Sekido.

Karaku pouted. Of course, you couldn't see it, but he did. "Oh no, looks like I can't make you cum if you're begging like that, but I can't just leave you here with a pussy that needs to cum can I?" Karaku said, showing fake sympathy for you before laughing and licking your cheek just to get a reaction.

They were so mean, but you couldn't wait any longer. "Please, please Karaku please" you say over and over. "I need to cum. I need you to make me cum" you begged harder to the point of more tears, dampening the blindfold. Karaku could see your desperation and then kissed you for a moment and then, pulling his lips away.

The clones shoot themselves a look, and then, Karaku spoke. "Turn around," Karaku said, and you did, slowly as you moan softly from your thighs, closing a bit just to turn. Your clit has become so sensitive to the point where any touch on it is enough to make you cum. Karaku removed the clothing from his shoulders and then used it to tie your hands behind your back.

"There. Now you won't hide those moans we love so much. Especially Sekido." Karaku chuckled and saw how Sekido turned his face away. Your hands weren't getting out of this. "Lay on your back, beautiful. Don't keep my waiting for my turn," Karaku said, growing eager for his turn after patiently waiting. Karaku didn't hesitate to grab your thighs and push them to your chest.

"Damn. They did a number on you didn't they? Your clit is sticking out so much~" Karaku moaned softly as the sight, smiling at your needy pussy. Karaku stuck his tongue out flat and licks your pussy and between your folds. "And you're so wet. And tasting so good for me. Let me hear how good it feels~" Karaku said though his tounge out as he licks and his lips kissing and sucking on your clit.

There's no way you could try and hide your voice, especially with Karaku keeping his word and eating you out so good and also your hands being bounded by his clothing. Your back arches and karaku only grips onto your shaking thighs tighter as he begins to eat your pussy out roughly.

"How noisy." Aizetsu commented with his usual frown. However, him, as well as his fellow clones, couldn't take their eyes off the site in front of them. If only you didn't have the blind fold on, you could easily see just how hard they've gotten and practically palming their throbbing cocks through their pants. "She'll be more noisy once she's jumping on my cock after this. Right, y/n?" Urogi laughed.

Sekido grunts. He was growing inpatient. He tried to keep his hands away from his crotch, not trying to edge himself through his clothing like Aizetsu and Urogi. Watching you whimper and moan, how your back arches from your hands being tied back and your thighs shaking in Karaku's grip was sending him over the edge already and made him want you even more.

"Hurry up and make her cum already." Sekido said in angered yet almost desperate tone just wanting to be inside you. "Wow look at that. You've managed to get all four demons in heat just from eating you out. Do you think you can handle all of us at once?" Karaku said, sucking on your clit and folds, then stops, making a pop sound. "Or would you have us pass you around like the good whore you are?" Karaku chuckled and gives your thobbing clit a kiss.

Before you could even come up with some kind of answer, you felt something a bit off. Karaku has always put his tongue on your entrance, but you feel his tongue slide between your folds and inside you a bit too easily, almost like his tongue grew. Karaku pulled back for a moment, letting out a sensual huff. He wasn't tired at all, his tounge was still going to work but even he too wanted you cum and taste it all.

Karaku pulled your body by your thighs towards him and then put you in a feedbag position. You gasped, bracing yourself with your arms behind your back. You felt Karaku's breathing against your clit and his hands on your ass as he uses his thumbs to spread you open, watching your wet folds open up with a slick line of your wetness and then disappearing.

"Oh... there's an ability that demons can do," Aizetsu spoke, as if he felt sorry for you. Before you could understand Aizetsu's words, your body shivers as you feel Karaku's tongue again. This time, his tongue licks your thighs and then eventually moves its way inside you. "O-ooh my god~!" Your breaths quickly as you felt his long tongue inside, already beginning to tounge fuck you like it had a mind of its own.

"Demons are able to make our tounges longer." Aizetsu said as he watches you're reaction. "Wh-why haven't any of you done this - aah!~" you say though moans and cries. "I would've done it. If you guessed the right name," Aizetsu said with some petty. "I'm sorryyy~" you whine as your walls clench down on Karaku's tongue, making him moan in response.

"At least she has something to clench on. Your pussy was just acking to be filling wasn't it?" Urogi asked and watches your mouth hangs open with loud moans. "Y-yes! Yes, yes~" you answered through moans as karaku continues to tounge fuck you, watching you with his emerald green eyes.

Aizetsu sighed. "You're so cute when you apologize," Aizetsu said, stepping towards you. "Aizetsu! Wait, your damn turn," Sekido said, but Aizetsu ignored him. "It is fun to watch. Look at how she reacts to her tits being touched." Urogi grinned and bites his lip watching you.

Aizetsu sat down near your head and leaned down, using his hand to grope your tit while using his finger and rub your sensitive nipple. "Gonna cum?" He asked and watching you nod your head quickly. "Yes, yes yes!~" you said, feeling the orgasm coming as you moans get Louder. Your voice was swallowed by Aizetsu, kissing you deeply and even lengthing his tounge to go down your throat.

You choke slightly from the feeling, making out with Aizetsu until your thighs slam shut around Karaku's head as you moan with a soft groan, cumming on Karaku's tounge. Karaku felt your insides throb, holding his tounge in pace until you relax from your orgasm. Karaku pulled his lips away and slides his tounge out of you, reverting it to normal size.

"That felt so fucking good" Karaku said and slaps your ass before putting your body down. Aizetsu soon too pulled his lips away from the kiss and reverted his tongue back to normal and then, pulling the blind fold over your head and watched your eyes flutter.

It took you a moment for your eyes to ajust to the lighting. You blink a few times and sighed in relief to see again, but soon enough, you saw the room shift as you were quickly picked up. You gasped. It was Urogi. His claw held you by the thighs as he held you over his shoulder. "You can't take all of us on the couch. Let's go to the bed, yeah?" He asks for your approval and looks back at you with a smirk.

"Okay~" you respond as Urogi takes you to the bedroom with the others quickly following behind.

The night was still younge, and you had many more hours to spare to entertain them a little more.

Part two? With the foursome?👀

[shaylixie]

Going Home

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Bang Chan x fem!reader

Requested: No.

Part 2

Summary: Chan and Y/n get into a fight, causing one of them to leave.

Warnings / Contains: Language; toxic behaviour.

A/N: The way I write this shit but I'd never act like this irl lmao...I'd like to believe I'd be a lot healthier about it but hey, do it for the angst amirite? Enjoy! 💗

You come home and take your shoes off at the door of your apartment, feeling defeated after yet another shitty day at work. The past month has been hell - work has been so hectic and insane and you barely got a breather. To make things worse, Chan was having his own struggles too, and you hardly had time for each other...which you thought would have made the little time you spent together more special, but it just felt strained. It was getting late, and you desperately needed a hot bath and a meal. The first proper one of the day - that muffin from the morning did a good job sustaining you, but you really really needed something more.

You walked in to the kitchen to find Chan sitting at the table with takeout - God, you completely forgot.

"Channie, hi. Fuck! I'm so sorry, baby. Work finished later than planned and I completely forgot and...are you mad?"

He gave you a tight smile. "It's okay, y/n. I know how things are. The food is cold now though...we should warm it up."

You sighed and sat down at the table. "I feel like shit, Chan. I really am sorry. Why didn't you eat without me?"

"You know I'd never do that," Chan says. "Hey, you're here now. Let's just eat, okay?"

You have a feeling he's trying to appear less hurt than he is, but you dish out the food anyway for both of you and heat it up. You eat together in silence, trying to ignore the slight tension in the air. Afterwards, you get up to wash the dishes and Chan finally speaks up.

"How was your day?"

You can tell he's trying to ignore the tension in the room and move past it, so you do your best to do the same, while remaining as honest as possible.

You sigh. "It was shit. Again."

"I'm sorry," Chan replies.

"It's okay. Not your fault. Anyway. I'm gonna go shower, okay?"

He clears his throat. "Yeah, sure. Let me know if you need anything."

You kiss his cheek and make your way to the bathroom.

-

When you get into bed, Chan is turned the other way, already asleep...or so you think. You switch the bedside light off and turn to sleep too. It's silent for a while until Chan turns over and runs a hand down your side, stopping at your hip. He presses against you then, and you feel exactly why he's still awake. But after the shitty day - no, month - that you've had, you just don't have it in you. You ignore it, and act like you're asleep. Maybe not the healthiest move, but you're too exhausted to think about it too much.

"Baby?" Chan whispers. "You awake?"

"No," you reply.

He sighs then and flops onto his back, letting out a sigh of defeat. After a few moments, he shakes your arm and then turns to put his bedside light on.

"Y/n, can we talk?" he asks, tone firmer than usual.

"Can it wait?"

"No, no I don't think it can."

You sit up then.

"What going on with us?" he finally asks after weeks of wondering.

"What do you mean?" you ask, knowing but wanting him to elaborate more.

"You mean you haven't noticed? God, we haven't talked in ages. I mean a real conversation. Everything always feels like a string is about to snap...the constant tension...I can't stand it. I don't even know what's happening." It's as though a valve opened, and now everything is pouring out. "Look...you're busy, I get that. But I am too - yet I'm trying, y/n. It feels like you aren't. You come home late. You never come by me anymore...not to the studio, not to my place. It's been what, a month? Maybe more? It feels like more. We don't talk, we don't touch...when's the last time we even had sex? It's like you don't want to even touch me anymore. I don't know if I did something but I don't know what to do anymore. I'm trying...and it feels...it feels like you aren't. Like you haven't been for a while."

He waits for your response, and you feel tears pricking the back of your eyes. Which makes you frustrated...which makes you angry.

"What the fuck do you want me to do, Chris?!"

He's taken aback by your sudden burst of anger.

"I'm tired. Okay? I'm fucking exhausted. I-I don't even know what to do myself. I barely sleep. Or eat. I'm stressed all the time. I feel like I don't even have time for myself let alone you and now what, it's my fault? Fuck this."

You get up from bed and leave the room. Chan sits for a while in stunned silence. What just happened? Fuck it, he's pissed too now.

He follows after you. "Really, y/n? You're gonna take this shit out on me? I'm trying to help us - get us out of whatever the fuck you got us into - and you what, just explode on me? I'm trying to fix us!"

"And what if you can't, Chris?! What if this can't be fixed?"

He looks at you like you just cussed him in 3 different languages. "You really think that?"

"Fucking maybe!"

He laughs a humourless laugh and then shakes his head at you.

"That's all I needed to hear. Fuck this."

He grabs his keys and slips on his shoes, slamming the door behind him and leaving you alone in the dark flat, the tears finally falling down your cheeks.

-

It's been hours and you still can't sleep. You sob thinking about your fight with Chan; about what you said; what you insinuated. Was it really beyond fixing? You think about what Chan said. He's right...you haven't been making time for him. You haven't spoken the way you used to in what feels like a while. You haven't touched each other lovingly or sexually in a minute and you've ignored his every advance. And he had been trying...Chan was just as stressed out. His deadlines were all coming up and he was suffering with writer's block and he had an appearance soon and the Kids were behind and and and. Yet he still made time for you. Even if it was small. He still came to your place almost every night, even if it was after you fell asleep. He still made sure you ate and he checked in when he could and he always tried to act like things were okay, even if they weren't. He never wanted to add onto your stress. God. You were a dick. You don't deserve him, you think, crying harder. And the cherry on top? In a few days, you'll finally have a break. So much for that now.

-

It's been 3 heartaching days since the fight with Chan. You haven't spoken in that time, but you can't say it's his fault. The day after, neither of you spoke. The next day, he sent you a message. "Can we talk?" You ignored it. He called that same night, but you declined. He got the message. The third day, he called 4 times. You ignored all the calls. You knew what you had to do.

At 4am that morning, you woke up and started getting ready. You got out of the shower and dressed, hair still wet, when you heard urgent knocking at your door. You opened it, only to see Chan - bags under his slightly red, puffy eyes and hair dishevelled. Your own face probably looked the same.

"Y/n, can we talk? Please?" He paused as if finally noticing you were dressed and your hair was wet. "Where are you going?"

You sighed. "Home," you said in a small voice.

Chan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "But you're already home?"

You looked down, and then back at him.

"I mean home Chan...as in South Africa. I'm going back."

He stopped breathing. "What?"

"This isn't working out, Chan. I don't...I don't deserve you. My flight is in 2 hours. I need to get to the airport now. I'll be gone for a while but I have to come back to decide what happens next. Maybe we can talk then."

You move to close the door on him, but he stops you.

"What- You're ending things?"

Now it was your turn to be confused. "Didn't that happen 3 days ago?"

"Y/n, no. It was just a stupid fight! It doesn't mean anything. Don't do this, please. We can work things out. Cancel the flight. Please. Baby...please."

You feel your eyes sting with fresh tears, and you turn to walk to your bedroom to get your things, knowing that trying to get Chan to leave is useless. As you suspected, he follows you and stands behind you as you go to grab a jacket, ignoring your wet hair now. No point drying it while he's here...you had to get out as soon as possible. You go to grab your suitcases, trying painfully hard not to look at Chan whose face is streaked with tears too. You deposit the suitcases at your front door and slip on your shoes, making sure you have everything. Chan watches you do all this, still in shock, as though he doesn't believe any of it is real...like it's just one big nightmare.

"You have to go now, Chan," you sigh. "Or at least, I have to. I can't miss this flight. I'll see you around."

You turn to walk out the door but you stop when you feel his hands wrap around your calves. Looking down, Chan is on his knees, the same way he's been so many times before for you, but so so different now.

"Please," he croaks. He's sobbing now, and he drops his head against your leg. "I'll do anything. Please just don't go. You want me to beg? I'll beg! Please, y/n. I'll make things right...I'll fix this. I'll fix us. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fuck things up between us...I'm so so sorry, baby. I love you so much...please, please...please, baby. Please."

You're sobbing too now. You kneel down, facing him, and take his face in your hands, wiping his tears. In between shuddering breaths, you say, "That's the thing, Chan. You don't have to fix anything. You weren't the one that broke it...that was all me. I don't deserve you, Channie. Maybe I did once, but not anymore. You deserve someone better." You cry harder at the thought of him with someone else. Composing yourself enough to talk, you add, "You deserve someone who can love you where I failed to...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby." You kiss his forehead.

"That's bullshit, y/n! I know you love me. And it's enough! It's enough for me. Look, a lot of shit has just been happening to us but we can fix it. Okay? Just give us a chance. Fuck anyone else - I don't want anyone else. I want YOU! You're all I've ever wanted and I'll never-" He breaks down sobbing again. "I'll never want anyone besides you. You hear me? Stay. Stay for me, baby. Please."

You both break down even more then, foreheads against each other. You stay like that for a while before you glimpse the time. You still had to drive to the airport and check in your luggage and board and-. You had to leave. You move to stand, pulling Chan up with you. You hug him, and eventually force yourself to let go.

"If it's meant to be...it'll be. Yeah?" you say.

Chan just sniffs in response, fresh tears brewing.

"I'll see you when I get back and then...well, we can see from there. Okay?"

"So it's not over?" he asks.

You kiss his cheek and hand him your key. "Lock up for me?"

You grab your suitcases and make your way to the car, leaving a heartbroken, devastated Chan behind.

[bengiyo]

Love is Better the Second Time Around Ep 4 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Shiraishi didn't tell Iwanaga about a deadline to put Miyata in a rough position. Miyata went to see Iwanaga at a hot spring and get him to finish the article. As expected, there was no way for Miyata to leave afterwards and so they shared a hotel room. Miyata felt the tension of their situation and they had their first time. Later, when pushed by Iwanaga, Miyata refused to date him because he feels like he's letting his younger self down by losing to Iwanaga on the professional, romantic, and sexual fronts. Also, he told Shiraishi to stop being so insufferable.

Hold on, I'm interested in the senior's affair and how that's going to inform Miyata's choices.

That's right, Miyata! Don't let that mean twink get away with it twice!!

Oh shit Iwanaga's sick! It's time for the tropes!!

Fuck yes!! I was hoping Shiraishi would open the door!! I love how their interactions have become bitchier in each episode.

I like Miyata's attempt to hold the high ground.

Good news, gays! Iwanaga has at least a 75" TV.

Sweetie, you are not in good shape if you're jerking off to him in the shower.

I'm relieved that Miyata's project was a success.

Oh no. He's drunk and now he's calling him senpai.

He may be drunk, but he held his line. I'm impressed and relieved.

I'm going to be thinking about this exchange after their dinner for a long time.

"It pisses me off." Y'all can just go ahead and bury me.

Another goddamn ex!!

I know I'm going to end up watching this show multiple times in the future, because I'm going to need to marinate for a few hours in the way Miyata was eye-fucking that man all episode while telling him to stand back. I liked Miyata saying essentially that he wants Iwanaga to love him more than he loves him.

[eclipsedrgn]

Left Behind (3)

Pair: Bayverse!Leo x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's been 6 months since coming back to New York. Will you forgive the Turtles for their mistake?

Warning: implied sex, mentions of sex

A lot has changed since you came back from supposed death.

Splinter has explained to the turtles about your death and was furious, they didn't trust you much afterwards. Unlike the other three, Michelangelo tried his best to be around you even though became cold and disconnected. He misses his best friend, you coming back was the best thing that happened to him in a long time. So the fact you barely even acknowledge him or his brothers hurt him a lot.

The first three months were painful for you and for the four turtles, you all barely spoke to each other and only you visit the sewers to see Splinter and told him news about the Ancient One and why you've come back to New York.

The fourth month is when Raph let his anger out on you. You were coming by the lair to tell Splinter the news your team will be arriving in two months time, you wanted to ask him for permission to have Gojo and Geto over at the lair to discuss planning when you encountered Raphael leaning against the entrance of the lair. You gave him the cold shoulder and was about to go around when he yelled at you, telling you how much you've hurt his family.

Which ended up you telling him the truth, how they all thought you were weak and you didn't bring anything to the team, how depressed you got and the only way to live your life is to move on and away from them. Raph didn't know what came over him as he presses his rough lips against yours, sexually frustrated for a while now, you responded as you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands placed on your ass lifting you from the ground.

That night you unintentionally slept with Raphael.

The next morning, Mikey found you sneaking out of the hothead's room holding your jeans in your hands as you borrowed his t-shirt. And that day, you had a talk with everyone.

About you.

You all gathered around the dining table eating pizza, their usual meal, Splinter sat at the head of the table as everyone ate silently.

"I believe (Y/n) has something to tell us" Splinter announces.

"About what?" Raph says walking in, he snatches a cup of coffee and drinking it.

"Why I faked my death and came back alive" you stated, glancing at Splinter who gave you a stern nod.

You take a deep breath. "So... you still think I'm weak?"

The turtles froze.

"Here" you said bringing out evidence of the Foot Clan you've been gathering for a month. "Still think I didn't bring enough to the table?"

"Or are we gonna pretend that I've been nothing but an ordinary girl sitting on the couch doing nothing"

The tension thickens as you stood from your stop slamming down your hand. "I fucking sacrificed a lot being your friend, I never took you for granted because I loved you guys and all you did was talk behind my back how I'm worth nothing"

"I didn't say anything..." Mikey frowns.

"No but Raphael did, Donatello oh let's not forget Leonardo. What happened then? The hothead complains so everyone joins in?" You spat.

"And you!" You pointed at Leo. "You were suppose to have my back. You decieved me"

Another silence fills the air.

No one knew how to respond, even Splinter who walked out knowingly this is his son's responsibility. You angrily wipe off the tears gathered in your eyes, you hated feeling weak and for the past two years and a half all you've done is prove to yourself that your tough. You can handle things. And if things got all tough, you'd be find because you know you can surpass it.

"I have another month to go before I leave to go back to Japan" you announced.

"You're leaving?" Mikey said sadly.

"You just arrived. I know we barely talked but is there anything we can do to make it up to you" Donnie begs.

"You know it was just banter" Raph spoke up, his voice gentle, totally different from the night before. "We didn't mean to hurt you badly"

"Banter or not, its not an excuse" Leo said, standing up as he takes you hand. "I'm sorry I didn't stand up for you, I'm sorry that I didn't look for more evidence you supposed killed you. I'm sorry"

You gave him a sad smile, "I... I've been wanting to hear that for the longest time. I'm sorry I caused you the pain. Especially..."

Especially you know you had to save me those five times.

Leonardo wrapped his arms around you, as you hugged him back tightly and willingly. The others joined in, hugging you as tight as possible. From Leo's shoulder, you looked up making eye contact with Raph. You both knew what happened the night before was a fluke and won't be happening again, and you both knew, that secret will end up biting you back on your asses.

[tracksidequeen]

Briefing Room Heat

Summary: After messing up the race Toto has a lot to say, but when he crosses the line you're sure to make sure he'll make up for it. On your terms.

Request: Reader is a female Merc driver and they’ve had a rough weekend as a team with reader and Lewis or George having a double DNF. Race debrief is full of frustration and tension and afterwards reader and Toto share some heated words which ends in pure filth in the debrief room/Toto’s office/hotel wherever! The way you write for Toto does things

Warnings: 18+, angry!toto, smut, dom!toto, also dom!reader, power play, misuse of power, degradation, spanking, fingering, blowjob, deep throat.

Words: 2.5K+

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"Unbelievable!"

Toto's words echo through the tense briefing room. No one dares to speak a word, nor look at him. You're convinced some haven't even taken a breath out of fear he'll focus his attention on them, but that'd be very unlikely since you're the one that messed up.

"How could you do that? It's clear. We've spoken about this before the race. We follow plan A, depending on Lewis' strategy, otherwise we switch to B," he yells with every word getting increasingly louder as he paces aimlessly around the room. "All I ask from you is to drive fast, and we'll do the thinking for you. Because clearly you can't."

Composed you answer him, "I did what I thought was best for the team, Toto. There was-" "NO. Fuck that!" he screams, and suddenly his aimless pacing is directed towards you and he leans over the table. "You did what was best for you, and it cost Lewis his race. You selfish-"

"TOTO! That's enough," Lewis interrupted with a harsh tone and Toto's index finger hovered inches in front of your face from telling you off. "You heard what she said. In the situation she did all she could with the information she had, and in the end it was damage control, but it didn't cost me my race."

"You had the information. You have a whole fucking team that does the thinking for you yet you still manage-" "Toto!" You sit there in silence as Lewis interrupts him again in your defence. You take the blows below the belt from Toto because you know you're the bigger man in this situation and in the heat of the moment nothing good will come out of the conversation and he'll be the one apologising to you. "Toto I think it's best if you leave this meeting, and have James update you afterwards, because this is not working."

Frustrated Toto leaves the room without saying another word. Lewis makes consoling eye contact with you from the other side of the table. Apologetic eyes. Because he knew first hand what it felt like to be in your position. You're fighting for the team, but also for your own championship and sometimes it feels lonely when you make a decision that works out better for you, and even lonelier if the decision you make doesn't go according to plan.

During the continuation of the meeting you heard a repetition of Toto's words but in a more respectful manner by all the other strategists and engineers. As the meeting came to an end people trickled out of the room.

"You okay?" Lewis came to your side of the table and put his hand on your shoulder. "Yea, I will be." "Give him a moment and talk to him. Clear the air. Because I bet he didn't mean anything of what he just said," Lewis said with a pitiful smile. "Sure. I guess." You shrug your shoulders and your drop your face in your hands. Shaking your head you say, "I'm the one that needs a moment because what he said was fucked up."

"Yes it was."

The Austrian accent fills the room and cuts like a knife through your soul making it difficult to hold back your tears of frustration. With your face in your hands, you hear Toto walk in and Lewis excusing himself to give you both a moment alone and he closes the door behind him.

"I could've handled that differently," he chuckles and he places a hand on your shoulder. "Not my best moment." "DON'T fucking touch me." He thinks he can just laugh this off, give you a hug and think it's all good? You jump up out of your seat. For the first time you make eye contact with Toto and he sees your bloodshot watery eyes holding back tears. "Whatever you have to say to me, I don't want to hear it."

"No, come on," he says, as he follows you out the briefing room into the hallway. "Let's talk about this. It's important."

"Talk about this?" you repeat his words. "Talk about it? Let's. Let's talk about it. Perhaps about how you're a disrespectful asshole. Or perhaps about how you're a manipulative sonofabitch."

"Lower your voice, people are here," he shushes you. "Oh so now you care?" you retort angrily. "You didn't seem to care about the volume of your own voice when you were screaming in my face while the same people were watching." He walked in the direction of his trackside office and beckoned you to follow him. "I know what I did, and I am very sorry that I expressed my emotions in that way. It is something I shouldn't have done, but there are also things you shouldn't have done," he says as he closes the door of his office. "We're part of a team here and we have to look out for each other. You have a team of strategists that tell you what to do, and all I ask you is to drive-"

"OH... that's what it is?" you interrupt him with a baffled and infuriated tone of voice and you let your anger out, finally. "So to you I'm just some token female driver in the team you use for your pr but when it comes to the driving you have people thinking for me, because 'oh a woman with braincells.. does that exist?' Well fuck you, Toto." "That's not what I meant-" "No, it is EXACTLY what you meant," you take a step closer to him. "Isn't it?"

"No it is not. Just that we make a plan. We agree to the plan, and you managed to fuck it all up," he says calmly but to the point, his words cutting through your heart. He was so proud of you when he first signed you, and there was nothing more you wanted than living up to the standards the team had set for you. "Toto," you yelp desperately. "What do you expect me to do? When race after race you set the bar higher for me, but I get no support. Not from the team. Not from you. All because you prioritise Lewis."

He shakes his head at your remarks as you continue, "if no one is looking out for me, I'll look out for me. I'll live with the consequences of it blowing up in my face, but I will fight for my right in this team. I will fight for my voice. And there is nothing or nobody that can stop me."

"Ugh darling," he says while reaching out his hand towards your arm, but he quickly remembered you didn't want to be touched so he lowered it again before contact. "I had no idea you felt this way." You scoff at him, "no idea? You're a team principal for crying out loud. Don't come with this bullsh-" "No, I mean, I had no idea you felt like I do not have your back. Love, there are certain decisions we make as a team, and sometimes they are difficult to take, but given the current strategies it leaves us with no other choice. And I understand with that we put a lot of pressure on you. But not for a moment do I want you to think that you don't have my support."

"Then what about all the crap you yelled in my face?" you challenge him. "Well that was just plain right stupid on my end and I can't apologise enough. I'll make it up to you, trust me," he says, and as you take a step closer to him, he places his hand on your arm and slightly squeezes it. "You have no idea how much you mean to me. I want you to know that. I need you to know that."

"How much I mean to you? Oh you mean how I'm just a driving monkey with no braincells you can put in front of a camera and get a good reputation for having the 'first female driver of the new era,'" you say with a theatrical voice. "C'mon, I'm sorry, you know I didn't mean that." "Well there's more I can do besides driving," you say as you step back and sit on his desk with a devious smile. He raises his eyebrows, "I bet you can do a lot of things very well."

"You know, Toto." You tilt your head, and speak determined. "You've been very, very bad to me. Which makes me very, very angry." You beckon him to come closer with one finger and he approaches you slowly. "And I do the things I'm good at extra well when I am angry at someone who has been bad to me."

Innocently you spread your leg a little to make sure he understands what you were referring to, but he knew very well. "Good thing then that I'll still have to make it up to you." "Lock the door," you demand, but despite your efforts at taming him, he still holds the upper-hand. Just how you like it. "Why? You're scared someone will walk in and see you fuck the boss? Or are you scared they'll see the look on your face of how much you're enjoying it?"

"Try and find out." Within seconds of your words his lips found yours, your fingers found the button of his shirt and his hands found the curves of your ass. Seconds later he ripped the clothes off your body and slammed your ass back down on his desk and spread your legs. "I'll show you just how much you mean to me," he says as he spits in his hand and lets his fingers dive between the warm folds of your wetness.

His intimate but intensely rough touch send shivers through your whole body and your start rocking your hips against his fingers to let him enter you deeper. "I'll show you what else I'm good for, you asshole," you say with a devilish smile on your face. "But first you'll have to work for it." In response he increases the pace of his fingers entering as you fiddled with his belt to open it. "Oh yea, you wanna fight, make up, and fuck, don't you?" he whispered in your ear. "You dirty little girl."

"But I'm your dirty little girl, aren't I?" you say and you slowly get off the table, his fingers still knuckles deep massaging your g-spot, but they slide out as you slide down. Your hand traces all the way from his chest down to his groin, where his belt is hanging loose and his zipper is open. Slowly you approach the bulge in his pants with your mouth but before touching him you look up, "are you sorry mister big boss?" "Yes, I am." You look down at the outline of his hard cock, "are you sorry too?" You see his bulge twitch at the teasing of your words. "I'll consider that a 'yes,'" you say and slide down his elastic waistband, making his dick fling up against your face.

"Take me. Now," Toto demands as he rocks his hips forward making his cock slide against your face. The pre-cum covers the side of your cheek and you let his dick slide in your mouth. With a full mouth you look up at him, "watch it-" You slide his cock out with a pop at the end. "-or you'll regret it." He chuckles amused at the power you think you hold over him, but you know there is nothing that gets him harder than a good power play. He grabs your hair and holds it in a ponytail behind your head for good grip and slowly slides his cock in your mouth again.

At an increasing pace he starts fucking your face, pushing a little deeper with every thrust of his hips. Your dough eyes look up at him with innocence, but behind that innocence is a hungry glint. "You naughty fuck, I know how much you love this." You grab on to his thighs to give yourself some leverage and without any sign of warning and without holding back you push your face towards the base of his shaft for as far as you can.

Gagging sounds escape your mouth. Tears fall down your cheek. And Toto's grunts fill his office. "Fuck. Fuck, oh my god," he yelps as he pushes in a little deeper. His pathetic whines sound like music to your ears, and as you pull out you look up at him. His eyebrows frowned, and bite marks are on his bottom lip. You made him feel something he hadn't felt in a long while. Your lips roll down his shaft again, and with every blow his cock twitches and hardens. "You take me so good," he moans. "Yes, just like that. A little deeper." He says as he pushes your face towards his shaft and tilts his hips to enter you deeper.

Rock hard and right on the edge. He is about to come. It was written all over his face, his desperate moans and his shaking hips, but moments before you felt his breathing get heavier, signifying the commence of his climb to orgasm you roll your lips off his cock.

Desperately he tries to nudge your head back into the direction of his cock, but you look up with a cheeky expression. "Fuck don't do this to me," he whines. "I learned my lesson. Please, what do I have to do." Without missing a beat you reply, "go up to room 138 at 11pm, and make me cum as hard as you will right now."

Without letting him reply you roll your lips back on his cock and suck him off hard, every blow deeper, more intense, tighter and rougher. To the point he could taste colours and smell sounds. You cupped his balls and played with them as you took him deep, letting his tip touch the back of your through and saliva spilling out of your mouth.

Shaking hips, his hands holding on to your hair as a beacon, spasming muscles and a twitching cock about to explode. "Fuck yes, YE-S." Within seconds he came hard in your mouth, leaving behind his full load and your stick out your tongue as proof of how well you took him. You watch as Toto heaves a euphoric sigh of relief and he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you gulp it down. "Good girl."

As he gets back to grips on reality he helps you get dressed and proper again, and tries to compose himself as well. But after what you just did you know he'll be having difficulties focussing on whatever meeting he has to attend to next.

"Lesson learned," he says with an exhausted smile. "Lesson learned when I say so." He raises his eyebrows at your remark. "Meet me at 11 and we'll see if I can forgive you." "Oh trust me you will forgive me," he says determinedly. "And you'll be coming back for more."

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[shieldofiron]

i touch you once, i touch you twice (i won't let go at any price)

The first time they did it, they didn't even actually have sex. Billy'd worked a single finger into Steve, cooing and calling him a good boy when he finished all over his chest. At first, Steve thought there was something wrong with him, or maybe that Billy doesn't like him like that. They were just fucking around after all.

He'd seen how much Billy liked it, how wild and lost in pleasure he was. But Billy hardly let Steve go further than a few fingers for what felt like forever until he finally pressed inside.

Now, Steve was a champion bottom, or so Billy had dubbed him one night, smirking as he put a little newspaper crown on Steve's head and kissed his open, needy mouth.

Tonight, though, Billy's going harder on him than ever before, and Steve's gasping out little moans with every thrust, his fingers digging into Billy's shoulders to anchor him.

"Fuck, Pretty Boy, you take it so good," Billy's eyes were glazed and soft, hazy with lust, "I wonder if-"

Steve's thinking, What? What do you wonder?

But it came out as, "Billy, please, fuck, please, God, please."

It takes a minute to understand what Billy is doing, fumbling between Steve's legs and then he's stretched even more than before, and Steve gasps raggedly. He strains, pulling to sit up so he can see and Billy helps him, pulling him forward by the nape of his neck..

"See that," Billy licked the corner of his mouth, "God, you're incredible."

Billy's wedged a finger in next to his cock and he's working another in next to it, thrusting shallowly and pressing his fingers in deeper with every thrust.

Steve squeaked when Billy worked the second finger in deep, still fucking him slowly, and then melted, his eyes rolling back in his head. The idea of it. That Billy would fill him up so much.

"So fucking-" Billy glanced up at him.

"M-my mouth," Steve whimpered.

"What?"

"Stuff my mouth," Steve gripped Billy's bicep hard, "Put you f-"

Billy doesn't need to be asked twice, and his other fingers go in Steve's mouth.

Steve makes an embarrassing noise as Billy's fingers hit the back of his tongue. All of that gag reflex has been burned away from months of being with Billy, and he loves it. He wishes it could be like this every night. He wishes that it meant as much to Billy as it did to him, but this was okay too, getting that awed look on Billy's face.

Billy tongued the air, "You gonna cum for me, Pretty Boy? Out here, all gorgeous and stuffed full of me."

This was one of Steve's favorite parts, when Billy would get close... turns out he never did shut up.

And he would say the sweetest things, call Steve sweet names. And Steve could pretend, for a few minutes at least, that they were more than just buddies who fucked. He slipped deep into the fantasy, sucking on Billy's fingers and working himself in time with Billy's thrusts. That they'd been out on a date, maybe dinner and a movie, sneaking kisses in the car and holding hands. God, Steve would kill to go on a movie date with Billy, kiss him in the dark back row and feel... loved.

"So fucking lovely, Steve, God-" Billy closed his eyes, shivering from head to toe. "Christ, you feel so good."

In the fantasy, afterwards, Billy would gather him close, press kisses all over. He would wrap up in Steve's blankets and stay, because he liked Steve, because-

"Always you feel so good," Billy groaned, leaning down and slipping his hand from Steve's mouth, despite his protests, to gather him close.

His fingers worked against Steve's prostate with a few soft brushes, sending sparks up Steve's spine.

"Wanna just... keep you all stuffed and full of me..." Billy kissed and sucked at his neck, "Wish I could... tell you..."

Distantly, Steve could hear himself pleading in whispers, begging Billy please, anything he wanted as tension coiled low in his belly and he shot off across Billy's chest, clenching down tight on Billy's cock and fingers with a whimper.

"Wanna tell you everything, Steve, it's so fuckin' hard not to say it," Billy shook his head, "But I know that you- Christ, you're so perfect..."

Awareness slowly pierced the haze around him, "Tell me what?"

Billy groaned, his thrusts going faster, and Steve pressed, not knowing but hoping.

"Tell me, Billy..."

"I just... love you and it's so fuckin' hopeless, I-"

Steve should have been embarrassed by coming again. Really, he tried to be embarrassed but it felt too good to clench down on Billy and hear him bark out a noise, filling him up.

"Fuck, I'm so s-sorry-" Billy tried to pull away like he always did, but Steve couldn't bear to see him yank on his jeans and toss out a, "See ya, Harrington," over his shoulder.

"Don't," Steve squeezed him tight. He was so full, overflowing with this feeling. "I love you too, Billy."

Billy struggled in Steve's grip.

"Please, don't go. We don't have to say it ever again," Steve shut his eyes trying to stay in the fantasy.

"Tryna kiss you, Baby," Billy wriggled, his fingers brushing Steve's prostate and making him gasp with overstimulation.

Steve let him go and Billy worked himself free, sliding out of Steve.

Maybe it was a trick. A way to get out of talking about it-

Billy swiped his hand on the sheets, and yanked Steve up into his arms, "You couldn't be more perfect. God. Steve, I love you so much..."

Years later, they would tell their kids the first time they had said I love you was on a late night movie date.

"Best movie I ever saw," Billy said with a leer, "Stuffed with all the best stuff. Real epic."

Steve had blushed bright red, shooing their five year old back into the backyard.

"Come on, baby," Billy grabbed him by the waist and kissed his temple, "You want to get epic again tonight?"

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౨ৎ purely platonic — m. wheeler

𝐼. pairing/s: mike wheeler x gn!reader

𝐼𝐼. summary: after confessing your feelings to mike, he began avoiding you, leaving you in a state of confusion and heartache. you spent your days pondering over the past, trying to understand what had gone wrong and desperately attempting to forget about the whole situation.

𝐼𝐼𝐼. warnings: mike being an asshole, and miscommunication.

wouldn't you love to understand what he was truly feeling?

it has been weeks since you confessed and he was full on avoiding you and you were slowly getting tired of it. tired of all the “i need to think about it” yes you understood that of course, god how couldn’t you? you know the feeling but him ignoring you afterwards was just so plainly irritating and you wanted to curl up and die.

“he’s clearly avoiding you. he’s such an idiot, and, it’s not you, okay? he’s just a big pussy who can’t handle his feelings, he’s liked you since you were like what? five years old? lucas told me all about it and look. if he can’t figure out his feelings or if he cant talk to you about it then fuck him.” max said, holding you close as you teared up on her shoulder. it was complicated, and you kept telling yourself to stop crying over some stupid guy.

the same stupid guy you've liked ever since you found out your hair grew from your scalp not your ends.

now, you were stuck in a whirlwind of side glances and an inability to concentrate whenever he was around. he looked so happy, like he forgot everything that happened. and while he was having the time of his life, you were wallowing away in the corner of your room looking at meaningless platonic polaroid photos.

meaningless fucking polaroid pictures – they weren’t meaningless, no, not to you. the polaroid showed mike kissing your temple while you smiled brightly. both of you were covered in paint, you were painting dustin’s garage in this. a few weeks before you confessed.

was he leading me on? you thought, because friends don't typically kiss each other like that. not when one friend despises romance and the other is selectively kind, only to you. he held your hand, hugged you endlessly, and you almost fucking kissed on your birthday. none of that felt purely platonic.

you shouldn’t have ever confessed. everything would’ve gone like normal. and maybe you would never know what he felt about you but he did everything a boyfriend would do. and you just couldn't handle it. you thought you were strong, strong enough to resist the urge to confess, but here you were.

the next morning unfolded like any other. mike was hanging out with his friends, and max had chosen to spend the day with you, which made it pass relatively quickly. on your way home, you decided to stop by a spot that had been a special place for you and mike.

it used to be just the two of you, sharing moments and gazing at the view. the forest had always scared you, but with him, it felt safe. now, you were sitting there alone, lost in your thoughts.

suddenly, a twig snapped, and you turned your head to see mike. his eyes widened, and he offered an awkward smile.

"what are you doing here?" you asked, your disappointment and frustration evident in your voice. "here to reject me? go ahead, be my guest."

mike hesitated for a moment before speaking, "no, i actually, uh… i wanted to apologize. for everything, and yeah. i'm genuinely so sorry and…" you interrupted, "did max and dustin force you into this? you were never one for apologies. it's fine." you put on an awkward smile to ease the tension.

but mike called out your name, "let me finish. please. you hate being interrupted, so stop interrupting me."

you rolled your eyes but nodded, "okay, fine. go ahead. speak."

"i like you—no, i love you too," mike confessed, his words tumbling out with a mix of relief and vulnerability. "god, i was just being a damn coward about it because i didn't want to face you. how could you ever love someone like me? you're popular, you're amazing, you're so smart, and you use big words i can't even understand, and that's what i admire so much about you. jesus christ," he said your name, "i love you so much, you have absolutely no idea how much i just want to kiss you right now—"

before he could finish his sentence, you couldn't contain your feelings any longer. you rushed over to him, grabbed his face, and kissed him passionately. his arms wrapped around your waist, and your arms snaked up over his neck, pulling him even closer.

mike, slightly breathless but with a warm smile, managed to say, "that was… really nice, amazing. but my speech isn't done yet." both of you chuckled, and you urged him to continue, saying, "okay."

"when you said my bike was a little spruce, you were right," mike continued, his voice filled with sincerity. "you're always right. my tire had a hole, and when you helped me study for my biology test, i got a good score, even though ninety percent of it was just admiring you. but still, you get my point. you're too good for me. i don't deserve you."

you laughed softly and retorted, "fuck you, wheeler," while pecking his lips once more before wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. "don't avoid me next time."

mike replied, "promise."

author's note: this is my first piece of fiction here, and it's quite short, but i hope you enjoyed it. please consider reblogging or liking it if you did! lots of love.

[dearshelby]

Between the cross and the sword | T.S

Summary: Tommy's alliance with the Cliftons brings his feelings to the surface. However, it doesn't have the expected effect on the war against the Lees.

A/N: Thank you so much for all the support you showed to this series, I honestly didn't expect it 🥹 I'm on a roll with this and the ideas are flowing, BUT I feel like I should warn you this won't be a long series, I don't plan to write more than 10 chapters, maybe even less, this won't be a slow burn and from now on the chapters will have a time lapse of a few weeks in between them (just like in the show) again, thank you so much for the support 😙

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Chapter 2: The harder you try the harder it gets.

The way to the Garrison was quiet and filled with tension. Tommy drove slowly so all the guests could keep up with him even if everyone knew where the pub was. Until now, the only smile he got from Y/N was when he informed her their wedding party would be thrown at the Garrison, so no one would have to clean a house afterwards.

The guests crowded the place and Tommy's soldiers were on guard once again. Johnny Dogs played the violin in between sips of whiskey and the party carried on quietly, Tommy had seen the pub louder on common days.

Pouring a glass of whiskey and another of champagne, he looked for his wife among the guests and soon, he found her sitting on a corner table with Amelia, John and Grace.

He approached the group with narrowed eyes, since he took the barmaid to the races and she pulled a gun on Billy Kimber, nearly ruining the deal he made, Tommy started to consider her little playful remarks as disrespectful challenges.

Also, after the Kimber incident, he became suspicious of her, asking himself why would she have a gun and why would she take it to the races. Ada was the one to defend Grace, arguing a woman who moved to Small Heath alone and worked as a barmaid needed to defend herself.

"Amelia," he greeted at first, "Grace, why aren't you on the counter?"

"I'm here as a guest, Mr. Shelby," she explained.

"Whose fucking guest?" he sat down at Y/N's side.

"Mine", John answered, "I couldn't go to the wedding alone, could I?"

Tommy slowly nodded and the table got silent with his presence. Y/N moved uncomfortably and fidgeted with the sleeves of her dress.

"Well, it seems that I'm the only one who came alone," Amelia tried to relieve the tension, "Tommy, why don't you set me up with Arthur?"

"Nah, two Shelbys and Cliftons on a roll would be too much," John joked along, "too fucking much,"

"Have you known each other for long?" Grace asked.

"Quite, yeah, even before-"

"He's right there, Amelia," Tommy rudely interrupted, "why don't you try your luck?"

"Uhm, guess I will," she awkwardly stood up.

"I'll go with you," Y/N followed around, "nice to meet you, Grace."

As both sisters left the table, Tommy sighed and guzzled down the champagne glass he had brought for Y/N.

"What the fuck was that, Tom?" John asked, "Guess you're not so lucky, she'll need to be set straight,"

"Oh, no, on contrary of you I know a good woman when I see one,"

John frowned at Tommy's comment, he could be talking from the refusal to marry Esme to bringing Grace to the wedding. Either way, John hated how Tommy assumed he could boss around everyone's lives for the sake of business.

"Yeah, right, her dowry was good at least?"

"You tell me," Tommy gestured to the pub.

"You're fucking kidding!"

"Nop, it's now Shelby property,"

"You hear that, Grace? It's great fucking news!"

"Why would it be?" Tommy asked.

"Listen, Grace has been helping with the accounting, the boy Ned had was slow compared to her, so I thought we could let her take care of the books,"

"Is that right, Grace?"

"Yes, Mr. Shelby, the barman asked me to help with the accounting on quiet days," she answered.

"What barman?"

"His name is Harry,"

"How long has he worked here?"

"I don't know, Mr. Shelby, surely longer than I," she attempted to joke.

"Well, with the change of owners, I'd advise you to keep your heads low, you have no contracts with the Shelby Company,"

With that last remark, Tommy left the table, heading to the counter to get more whiskey. On the way, Polly stuck with him.

"Ada would have loved to be here," she started.

"Pol, I didn't gave Freddie away, it wasn't my fault John refused to get married, today is my fucking wedding day and I won't talk about it,"

"Her water only broke because she was nervous with the war you started," Polly argued, "then Freddie came to her and got caught, but you'll solve everything, won't you, Tommy? With your sham of marriage, you got more men to fight for you,"

Squeezing his eyes, Tommy took a sip of whiskey and didn't bother to answer, was it possible he wouldn't have one enjoyable moment on his own wedding day? He knew he wasn't deserving and the event was more business than a real wedding, but he still was annoyed.

"And now there's her too…" Polly continued, "I thought you had let Y/N go, but you decided to mix the business of the heart with the real ones,"

"I made an alliance, just like I tried with John,"

"Really? So you won't mind her talking to that man right there," Polly pointed, "because it's just business after all,"

Tommy gripped into his glasses watching Y/N talking and laughing with a man he didn't know. Her beautiful smile was always aimed at something else, it occurred to him it'd be better, safer to him and his old, broken heart to lead this marriage as a deal.

Even if it was what he promised her, he had a tiny ounce of hope she'd soft up eventually, but why would she? A woman like her belonged to a banker's side, with a nice flat in Maida vale and many diamonds on her jewelry box, Tommy was aware he could never offer that, at least not with a clean reputation.

"Do you want some advice, Tommy?" Polly asked, "Try again, you're adults now, if she keeps telling you no then let her go, there will be others,"

"Right," he nodded, not really moved by Polly's words, he also thought he'd find others after coming back from France, but his heart only switched between her and no one at all.

Polly sighed and walked out, leaving him alone to watch his wife across the room. The second the unknown man left, Tommy approached her with a frown on his face.

"Not fond of champagne, eh?" he questioned.

"What?"

"I brought it to you, you didn't fucking look at it,"

"Oh, I- Well, it's good for special occasions I guess, I'm not really fond of it,"

"I see," Tommy drawled, "special occasions, not like today,"

"Look, Tommy," she rested her hands on his shoulders, "someday both of us will be happily married, to someone who loves us and we love them back, that day we'll have a toast with champagne, right?"

His jaw clenched as he slowly nodded, her detachment bothered him and he couldn't do anything about it.

"Is that you fella?"

"Who?" Y/N furrowed her brows.

"The one you were talking to,"

"No," she answered, "no, Tommy, goodness, he's the son of my grandad's right hand, you don't have to worry about him,"

He scoffed and she scowled, annoyed by his lack of trust, "Hey, we made a deal and I intend to keep it, we're married now, there's no one else, I expect the same from you,"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, now if you excuse me I'm gonna throw the bouquet and after that I'd like to go home"

Watching Y/N walk away and standing on a chair, a smirk crept on Tommy's face. Perhaps she wasn't so all about business as she let on.

—

Tommy waited in the living room while Y/N changed in the bedroom. Moving her belongings from the Garrison to the Watery Lane took longer than he imagined.

The last minutes of the wedding party were more animated than the first hours, Amelia was the one to catch the bouquet and both families seemed pleased with the union.

As night fell on, the new couple went home, Tommy's home, and Y/N needed time and space to settle on her new, temporary bedroom.

"Tommy?" she called, "Tommy! I'm done!"

Finishing his whiskey and putting his cigarette down, he headed to the bedroom. Tommy entered the room slowly, watching out to not make her uncomfortable.

However, he couldn't take his eyes off her, her pink nightgown stood right above her knees, her hair was down and she nervously played with her new wedding ring.

"Well," he sighed and gestured to the bedroom, "what do you think?"

"It didn't change much since the last time I've been here, the bed looks comfortable though,"

"I ordered it next day me and Ned sealed the deal,"

"Oh, I thought-" she shyly looked away, "I thought you just liked a big bed to yourself, Tommy, I-"

"We don't have to consummate the marriage if you don't want to," Tommy soothed her, "we had a ceremony and a party, everyone will believe us,"

"Good," she weakly smiled, "good, let's lay down then, I'm tired,"

Tommy agreed and changed into pajamas, they laid down facing away from each other, stiff, hesitant to move. The last time they were so close was on a crib, when they were both babies.

Closing her eyes, Y/N tried to relax, although the bedroom wasn't familiar and the sheets had a weak scent of opium, she had a long, tiring day, also she was safe laying beside Tommy.

Deep breaths filled her lungs, bringing the exhaustion within her muscles out. She shrunk under the soft blanket and when she was about to fall asleep, her brand new husband coughed.

"Tom?" she called.

"Uhm?"

"You don't snore, do you?"

"...no,"

A wave of insecurity ran down her body with her next thought, she didn't want to give him hope and she planned to get a divorce at the end of the deal. But in that moment, in the dark of his bedroom, it didn't feel like a business transaction, they were just two childhood friends and Tommy was still the boy she knew before.

Not a gangster, not a thief or a murderer. Just a boy who wanted to work with horses, who joked around and liked to travel. A boy she wasn't in love with, but was currently her husband.

More hesitant than ever, Y/N turned to him and wrapped an arm around his waist. Their bodies didn't fit perfectly, but the warmth they produced was better than any blanket.

Tommy shivered at the feeling of her breath on his neck, he intertwined his fingers on hers and closed his eyes. For the first time since he came back from France, his bedroom felt safe.

"Tommy?" she called again.

"Uhm?"

"How long do you think this war will last?"

"I don't know, the Lees have a lot of kin,"'

"And you plan to kill all of them?"

"Well, when you put it like that…"

"You haven't think of anything yet,"

"No,"

"That'll make my stay longer,"

Tommy didn't answer and she tightened her embrace around him.

"I'll think of something,"

"And what do you know about wars?" Tommy asked.

"My family has dealt with this sort of thing too, don't forget, that's why you married me,"

Again, Tommy was quiet. All he wanted was to sleep with the feeling of her close to him.

"And then what?" Y/N asked.

"What?"

"What are you gonna do after our deal is done?"

"I'll move up in the world,"

"How?"

"I have plans, I just need this war to end,"

"Yeah, me too," she chuckled, "good night, Tommy,"

"Night,"

Finally, the room got silent, their breaths were all to be heard. For once, there were no shovels against the walls or nightmares over dead parents, there was just them, together not because of the most romantic reason, but together nevertheless.

Suddenly, a rock blasted through the window, spreading broken glass all over the bedroom. Tommy jumped out of bed reaching for the gun on his drawer, his pale blue eyes searched for threats and his heart beat fast.

He walked to the window and Y/N quickly stood up, pulling him away. She pushed him against the wall and took the gun from his hands, peeking at the street through the sides, without exposing herself.

"There's nothing, they're gone already," she calmly said, "are you mad? Showing up at the window someone just threw a rock through, what if the next thing was a bullet?"

Tommy walked past her and took the rock from the floor, there was something inside a piece of paper tied to it. Opening the paper, he found a bullet with the Cliftons name carved in.

"Fuck," he cursed, his eyes still holding a certain glassiness Y/N couldn't guess what was.

"It's alright," she took the bullet from him, "they must have received the news and this is their counterattack, they must want to show they're not scared of us, did you hear me, Tom?"

She called, but he kept staring at the bullet, his jaw clenched as if he was not even there, as if he was stuck into his own head.

Gently, she cupped his cheek, his wandering eyes met hers and she spoke again, "Did you hear me? We'll deal with this, it's all about strategy, I'll help you,"

Running a hand through his hair, she asked, "Are you alright?"

Tommy slowly nodded and squeezed his eyes shut. Finally, he took a deep breath, "Alright, I'm alright,"

"Good, I'll take a broom to sweep the room and tomorrow morning we'll talk about it,"

As Y/N left the room, he sat at the end of bed holding his head in his hands, as if the guns and Billy Kimber weren't problem enough, the Lees were mercilessly coming at him. He feared for his family's safety, he was trying to work his way through the war and it only seemed to get worse.

Rubbing his tired eyes, he preferred to follow Y/N's advice, tomorrow would be another day and they'd talk about it.

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[tvrres]

Okay, I had one for Angel, maybe an angel x fem!reader where the reader is almost sucked up into the ufo and our poor bby is worried? Just some fluff and stuff <3

and please don’t feel the need to rush take your time! Love ya 💕

— BAD MIRACLE

✦ pairing: angel torres x fem!reader

✦ summary: it's dumb luck you ended up at the haywood's ranch. it's even dumber luck that you didn't die there.

✦ note: yeah i listened to jennifer saunders' cover of holding out for a hero while writing this and yeah i made it deeper than it needed to be. it's a little sad i'm ngl

You weren't even supposed to be here.

This was all because of your stupid phone charger. If it hadn't disappeared from plain sight, your phone wouldn't have died before your alarm went off the next morning. You would have been to work on time and your boss wouldn't have let you go. Running into Angel, an old friend from high school, would have ended with plans for a coffee date that would never come. Instead you asked him if he knew any places hiring.

At first, you were glad things ended the way they did. You liked working with Angel. He had gotten taller since graduation and built some muscle that suited him well, but inside?

Inside, he never changed.

He would often visit the furniture department of Fry's to ask if you needed help, even though he was far from well versed when it came to Tempur-Pedic beds. You would laugh and tell him you were fine, to get back to electronics before he got in trouble again. So what if you guys were friendly? So what if maybe it was a little more than that?

After a two months of this, he invited you over to his apartment to watch some psychological thriller on Amazon Prime of all things. It was a fine movie, but you were too busy thinking about how your knees were touching. Neither of you moved them. When the end credits rolled and your can of Sprite was empty, Angel slid his hand into yours.

"I promise next time I'll take you on a real date," He muttered. You felt a smile creep onto your face before nodding. "But I think you're really great, (y/n). I want to spend more time with you if that's cool."

"That's cool." He looked relieved when you said this even though you couldn't imagine saying anything else. Afterwards, you guys talked and you're pretty sure he convinced you that ghosts were real that night. He seemed pretty certain there was one in the laundry room downstairs. Then he walked you to your car and hugged you goodbye.

There was a tension as you pulled away and you thought maybe he might kiss you. But he didn't, and that was okay. You guys had plenty of time.

It was only a few days after this that the Haywoods entered your store. Angel texted you, saying he was heading out to do an install and that he'd be back later. You sent him a thumbs up emoji before returning to work. Later finally came and Angel strolled up to where you stood by the display couches.

"How was the install?" You asked in a cheery tone, mostly just happy to see him. He looked around, pretending to be casual.

"Fuckin' weird," You furrowed your brows.

"Weird how?"

"Like extraterrestrial weird."

You let out a small laugh. Angel wasn't exactly a conspiracy nut, but he did let himself get lost in the idea of it sometimes. "What are you-"

"Look, just meet me at electronics after you clock out," He whispered as if someone was listening. "It could be nothing, but it could not be nothing." You gave him a suspicious look.

It was most certainly not nothing.

The unmoving cloud was enough to convince you, but nothing struck pure fear into your heart quite like feeling Angel's van stall on your way off the Haywoods' property. "Shit." Was all he'd said.

"Shit?" You looked at him frantically. "Shit, what do you mean shit?" Angel didn't answer you, instead quickly undoing both of your seatbelts. Your heart sank at this as you realized what his plan was. "I am not going out there and neither are you!"

"(Y/n), these are fucking aliens and they will crack this fucking van open like a goddamn piñata if they want to!" He grabbed your hand roughly and looked into your eyes, causing a sudden calm to wash over you. "Just don't let go of me and we're gonna be fine." You barely had time to process his order before he threw open the driver's side door and pulled you out behind him.

You narrowly escaped death once, which was more than enough for the both of you. OJ Haywood was not satisfied with this, however.

So now here you were, reloading film into a bulky camera being operated by some gruff and acclaimed filmmaker you had never even heard of. You sat nervously behind Angel the rest of the time, running your thumb over the label on your walkie that read BATTLESHIP. Despite everything you'd been through, everything you'd seen, the cloud, the power, that. . . thing (Jean Jacket as the Haywoods called it,) none of it felt real.

The only thing keeping you grounded was the constant string of voices coming through your walkie. It was truly a sight, watching OJ on his horse trying to win an impossible race. Jean Jacket loomed over him and you wondered how something so large could seem so weightless.

As the man released a colorful parachute at the last second, the entity turned on a dime to avoid it, giving Holst and his camera a perfect shot of it. It quickly retreated high into the sky, making you breath a sigh of relief as Angel cheered. A weight lifted off your shoulders, seemingly drifting away just as Jean Jacket had.

"It's over!" Emerald's voice crackled through your walkie. "We got it, y'all! The feed started going in and out when, when that guy got got, but we should be covered with the film camera. Right, Holst?"

The man was silent. You took this as his being in awe, disbelief at what he had just captured. His walkie beeped before he spoke into it. "The light," He gazed at the sun that hung low in the sky. "The light, it's, gonna be magic soon." You didn't know what he could have meant by that, but there was sudden foreboding energy in the air.

OJ felt it too, asking over the walkie what he meant. The man didn't answer, having already grabbed his other camera and standing from where he was. You tapped Angel, who was still staring in the direction Jean Jacket had disappeared. He turned to see Holst leaving the safety of the tent.

"Wha- no, no, where're you going?" His voice was frantic. The man turned back to the both of you.

"Angel, (y/n)," he said somberly. "It's gonna be alright. We don't deserve the impossible." Your blood went cold as he stepped fully out into the open.

"Hey guys?" Angel spoke into the walkie. "Holst just said some creepy, cryptic shit, took his camera, and he's heading up the mountain. Over."

You cupped your hands around your mouth and hollered at the older man. "Dude, what the hell?!" The same pit of fear from before welled up in your stomach. "Holst, come back!" Behind you, Angel got up from his seat and moved to where Holst had been before.

"Fuck it." He muttered, looking through the viewfinder of the camera. "He's crazy, right?" You searched for Jean Jacket in the sky frantically, still yelling for Holst. The being seemed to notice him quickly, flying down from the clouds at an incredible speed. It came close to the tent, causing you to quickly pull Angel down onto the ground with you. You both watched helplessly as it descended upon Holst and pulled him up into the air in a cloud of dust.

Then, just like that, he was gone. Your eyes were wide as saucers as you stared at where he had been, fighting every instinct you had to look up. You began to search for your walkie on the ground in a panic, knowing OJ and Emerald had seen it, hoping they knew what to do next.

In your distressed state, you didn't notice Angel stand and walk towards the edge of the tent. Once you did, a scream caught in your throat. He backed up, staring at Jean Jacket in disbelief. It slowly started closing in on him.

"Angel!" You cried out, getting ready to run out to him. Before you could, the tarp that covered you flew and wrapped around Angel and sent him rolling down the mountain into a barbed wire fence. You were about to slide down after him, until you heard Holst's screams echoing right above you.

It was nearly on top of you, so close the metallic scent of blood filled your nose. So you crouched back down and stared at the dirt shifting in the wind, hand over your mouth as you whimpered in fear, not daring to breath. That stupid fucking charger.

You were sure the only thing that saved you was Jean Jacket noticing Emerald by the stables. The wind of it rushing towards her knocked you over, your hair whipping wildly in the air. Once it was gone, you quickly made your way to Angel.

He was tangled up in the barbed wire and tarp, cuts from it littered his skin. "Angel!" You turned him over and tried to feel for the end of the wire. Your fingers bled, but you ignored it the best you could. "What the fuck is wrong with you, you scared the fuck out of me, oh my-"

"(Y/n), get to the house," He was breathing hard and trying to push your hands away from him. "You can make it, go!"

"No!" Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you fought against him. "No, I'm not gonna leave you here! We have to stay together and we'll be fine, that's what you told me!" The sound of Jean Jacket destroying the stables and Emerald's screams only made you panic more.

"Now I'm telling you to go!" He turned to where the animal clicked loudly. "Go! Before it comes back!" You looked over your shoulder at the house before turning back to Angel.

"You better not fucking die!" Was all you said before turning to sprint towards shelter. You nearly tripped more times than you could count. In your peripheral vision, you could see Jean Jacket move behind the mountains behind you before losing sight of it. You prayed to whatever higher power could hear you that Angel would be okay. That they all would.

"HURRY (Y/N)!" Angel called from behind you. "IT'S COMING!" Your stomach sank as he shouted and you tried to move faster, but the house was still out of reach. Suddenly, you felt as if gravity was no longer working and the dust around you swirled.

Angel watched with horror filled eyes as you were lifted off the ground, felt his heart pound in his ears when he heard your screams. He tried to free himself quickly, knowing there was nothing he could do for you, but refusing to accept that.

You reached for anything you could and by some kind of divine intervention, your sweater sleeve became tangled in the branches of a nearby tree. Jean Jacket still pulled on you with an unbearable force, the wind roared around you so hard you thought you'd go deaf. You fought against the pressure as best you could, forcing your other arm down to grab the tree branch. Clenching both fists around it, you hung in midair. The branch threatened to slip out of your hands and you could feel blood being drawn by its rough surface.

Then, just as quickly as it disappeared, your weight returned to you and you hit the ground with a thud. Not before falling through the branches of the tree, cutting your skin and clothes on the way down. You kept your eyes down for what felt like eternity. The air was silent aside from the steady breeze that had been there before, but you didn't trust it.

Angel stared at your limp body from afar, assuming the worst. He could feel a lump forming in the back of his throat, not even noticing the figure Jean Jacket had started to transform into. He watched as Emerald marched towards where OJ was hiding out and waited until Jean Jacket was distracted with her. Once it was, he finished untangling himself and ran to you. The wind burned his eyes and he wasn't sure if it was sweat or tears that streamed down his face.

Your breathing was still frantic as you looked in the direction of the arena, where Jean Jacket was unfurling itself into some cosmic horror more terrifying than before. You didn't have the energy to be afraid, however. Right as you were going to lay your head on the dirt once more, you heard footsteps rushing towards you. With a cough, you tried to support yourself on weak arms to see where they were coming from.

Angel fell to the ground next to you and pulled you into a suffocating embrace. "I fucking thought you were dead, (y/n)!" You don't remember when you started crying, but at some point you were shedding silent tears into his shoulder while you felt his shaky breath on yours. "I thought you were dead!" You let out a through a sob. You were bleeding all over each other and the only thing you wanted was to be right back on that sofa in his stupid apartment. Before you knew any of this existed.

You both pulled away from each other to examine your injuries. He looked over the bleeding cuts on your palms and you looked over the ones on his arms. You were in the middle of scanning over his dust covered face when he pulled you into him again, this time planting his lips on yours feverishly.

It was a desperate kiss, one he was afraid wouldn't last. You kissed him back just as wildly, trying not to let him know you were crying again in fear he would stop. Finally you pulled away, face shining with tears. The sun had started to sink in the sky.

There was a muffled boom in the distance and you both turned to the direction it came from. A cloud of smoke floated in the air, what remained of Jean Jacket slowly emerging from it. Angel stood on weak knees and helped you up as you did the same.

The drive to his apartment was a quiet one, your hands were still shaking as you tried to unlock your car.

"You don't have to go home, (y/n)." Angel said from where he stood behind you. You smiled in spite of yourself.

"You've done enough for me these past few days," You turned to him with a sad smile. "You need to rest, it's okay."

He stared into your eyes with an empty gaze. It hurt to see him looking so hollow. "I don't," He cleared his throat. "I don't want you to go home." Silently, you pulled him into another hug. It mirrored the one he'd given you the very first time. "Okay," you said. "I just need to get a few things."

When you walked into your bedroom to retrieve some clothes, you saw your old phone charger. Right where you had left it.

Feel free to send in more requests y'all otherwise it's just going to be more of my self indulgent bs

Also, and this goes for any request, if you the sender are not satisfied with your written response, please reach out to me and I will redo it to your liking!

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Inexperienced Crosshair x Experienced Fem!Reader - Thanks For The Lesson 2 - The Truth

Warnings: Possible Hurt / Tension

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After some people asked for a sequel and the request for just that landed both in the comments, my private messages and meanwhile also in the asks. I have now taken pity :P It will probably be a short story… I guess. A few chapters. It's a short chapter, but there will be more.

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After the last awkward moment just after you slept together, you try to find out how Crosshair really feels about you. This turns out to be more difficult than you thought.

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What Happened Before:

Part 1

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His heart is beating way too fast. Crosshair is nervous. He may have finally played it cool, but he's shown weakness to you, made himself vulnerable.

"Crosshair?"

Your voice almost makes him jump out of his skin in surprise, but somehow he manages to stay cool on the outside. He's just glad he's wearing his helmet and you can't see his face. He sits in the pilot's chair of the shuttle, arms folded in front of his chest.

"Huh?"

You come into his field of vision. By now you've put your clothes back on, the helmet of your Beskar armor under your right arm.

"You know, I originally thought this was just a fling. That thing between us."

"So?" he asks, grumbling.

You shrug and say, "After what just happened, I think you had other ideas."

Crosshair is silent. He doesn't really know what to say to that. Silence reigns for quite a while, but you don't give up on the matter so quickly. No matter how stubborn Crosshair might be, you wanted certainty.

"Do you have feelings for me?"

The question catches him cold. Even though you can't see his face at the moment, you can see him tensing up, pulling his shoulders up a bit, almost as if he's trying to duck. It takes a few seconds too long for him to answer.

"No, I do not"

"You're lying."

His head whips around to face you.

He growls, "What do you want from me?!"

Perfectly calm you say, "That you tell me the truth."

"I did," he snaps back.

You sigh tiredly, annoyed by his stubbornness. Normally, you don't exactly wear your feelings on your sleeve. It's not proper for a Mandalorian, you weren't raised that way. But right now you wanted to open up to him, among other things to encourage him to do the same.

"You know, I just saw this as a fling to protect myself. I've had certain feelings for you for a while, been attracted to you. I assumed you didn't want anything serious, that's why I acted the way I did."

Crosshair looks at you, even though you can't see his eyes, you can feel his gaze very clearly.

You don't know why, but he reacts harshly and defiantly.

"I was just curious to fuck you, since it was my first I didn't quite know how to behave afterwards, that's all it was" he growls, shaking his head and leaning back in his chair.

These words hurt much more than you would ever admit. But you're not wearing your helmet right now, and apparently it shows, because his posture changes and you can see from his body language that he regrets his words to some degree.

You hastily put on your helmet before he can see more of your reaction.

"Good to know," you finally say tonelessly from under your helmet, "sorry I asked."

"Wait, that's not how I-"

He interrupts himself and turns to look at you as you stand up to leave the cockpit.

"Wait a minute. Where are you going now?" he asks uncertainly.

"To see if we got everyone. You can wait here."

Crosshair says, "Hey wait. You don't think I'm going to let you run around alone in enemy territory!"

"Do what you want. I'm a Mandalorian, I don't need you, even in hostile territory."

He looks after you.

"Shit!" he curses and kicks the console.

Sparks pop and an unpleasant crackling sound is heard.

"Fuck! Not again! Tech's gonna kill me..."

Crosshair sees movement through the cockpit window. He sees you walk up a hill near the landing pad and disappear from his view. He has to go after you. Better safe than sorry. He knows you can take care of yourself, but he still wants to be sure nothing happens to you and you don't do anything stupid.

He doesn't know why he couldn't just admit his feelings like you did. His heart had leapt and he felt euphoric when you told him that you had feelings for him. But he had automatically reacted negatively to that. Right now he hates himself for it.

He sends a hasty radio message to the Marauder, asking them to pick him up. As reason he states ''technical'' problems. He keeps the fact that he has damaged the console to himself for the time being, Tech could lecture him soon enough. Hastily he grabbed his rifle, left the shuttle and followed you.

Hunter mutters, "Crosshair wants to be picked up".

"What?" asks Tech alert " Did he damage my shuttle again?"

Hunter shrugs, "I don't know, he said something about technical difficulties"

Tech sighs deeply, tired, annoyed and irritated.

"He sure as hell broke something again, he always does when he has the shuttle"

"He sounded a little rushed somehow. Maybe we should fly right out and see what's going on," Hunter notes.

Echo nods at him.

"Our Mando and he sure do like to get into trouble," he says with a wry smile "Wouldn't surprise me if they need help."

Crosshair stands on the hill and looks around, he sees you on the other side at the bottom of the hill. You're roaming along a riverbank, just kicking a rock in front of you. He stands up there for a while, watching you. He doesn't know what to say to you when he reaches you. Maybe he should wait and see. Up here he can keep an eye on you and the terrain and think in peace about how he was going to tackle this thing.

He felt insecure and angry, about himself, about his feelings and especially about the fact that he had obviously hurt you. For a Mando, you were pretty sensitive, he thought. But Mandalorians were only living beings.

You suddenly looked around and your eyes finally wandered up the hill to him. Unsure what to do, he gave you a curt wave, a bit like a salute. In response, he got to see your middle fingers, both of them.

Crosshair sighed.

"Great. Right after I sleep with my dream girl, I make her so mad she wants to wring my neck. Well, you have to be good at something. Pissing people off is one of my specialties," he mutters to himself.

You stop abruptly and look back up at him. He wonders what's going on, but figures it out right away.

Suddenly he hears your voice in his helmet, "Crosshair, the comm is open. I can hear you."

His heart almost stops.

"Oh"

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II.

The tension present on the rooftop was unbearable. You had known that Merle was a fucking idiot but the fact he cut off his fucking hand was insane. Daryl had drawn his crossbow on T-Dog and in exchange Rick had pulled his gun out in Daryl. 

“I won’t hesitate.” Rick tells Daryl, “I don’t care if every walker in the city hears it.”

Daryl sees the look on Rick's face and knows he isn’t bullshitting. So he lowers his crossbow from T-Dog.

“You got a do-rag or something?” Daryl asks T-Dog.

T-Dog passes Daryl one, he picks up the hand and places it in the rag.

“I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs.” Daryl says, “Ain’t that a bitch.”

“I’m shocked he didn’t bleed out,” you tell the group.

“He must have used a tourniquet… maybe his belt.” Rick explains, “Be much more blood if he didn't.”

You wanted to say how you thought Merle was too much of an idiot to know how to use a tourniquet but you didn’t. It would have gotten Daryl too riled up. So when Daryl notices a trail of blood he doesn’t hesitate to follow it.

“Hey, Daryl you might want to prepare yourself for what we might find.” you tell Daryl.

“Naw, Merle is too stubborn to die like that.” he tells you, but you know that there is a likely chance that Merle will be dead.

We all follow the blood into a kitchen with the stove still lit. You all find a lot of burned skin, but no Merle. And no body. You all soon realize that Merle had taken his chances out on the streets with the geeks.

“Daryl you can’t just leave us,” you tell him, “It’s much safer if we stay together and search for him.”

“Just like how y’all left him?” he argued, “You can’t stop me.” 

“I don't blame you. He's family, I get that. I went through hell to find mine. I know exactly how you feel.” Rick explains to Daryl,  “He can't get far with that injury. We could help you check a few blocks around but only if we keep a level head.”

“I could do that.” Daryl tells Rick.

“Only if we get those guns first.” T-Dog says, “I'm not strolling the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions, okay?”

So there you all were listening to the plan Glenn made to get back the guns. 

“You're not doing this alone.” Rick argued with Glenn. His plan would have sent him by himself with no protection

“Even I think it's a bad idea and I don't even like you much.” Daryl says.

“Yeah Glenn,” you agree with Daryl and Rick, “This seems like a bad idea.”

“It's a good idea, okay, if you just hear me out. If we go out there in a group, we're slow, drawing attention. If I'm alone, I can move fast.” Glenn explains. He draws a map of the street on the ground and marks the tank and the bag of guns. 

“Look. That's the tank, five blocks from where we are now. That's the bag of guns. Here's the alley I dragged you into when we first met. That's where Daryl, Y/N, and I will go.” Glenn continues.

“Why us?” Daryl asks Glenn.

“Your crossbow is quieter than his gun and Y/N can handle a knife pretty well so she can watch your back while you watch mine. While Daryl and Y/N wait here in the alley, I run up the street, grab the bag.” Glenn tells Daryl.

“You got us elsewhere?” Rick asks.

“You and T-Dog, right. You'll be in this alley here.” Glenn says pointing to an alley a few blocks down. 

“Two blocks away? Why?” Rick asks.

“I may not be able to come back the same way. Walkers might cut me off. If that happens, I won't go back to them. I'll go forward instead, all the way around to that alley where you guys are. Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me. Afterwards, we'll all meet back here.” Glenn says, finishing his grand plan to get back the guns.

“Hey, kid, what'd you do before all this?” Daryl asks Glenn.

“Delivered pizzas. Why?” Glenn tells Daryl.

So there you, Daryl, and Glenn were. Standing in an alley preparing to get the guns.

“I just wanna say that this seems like a bad idea still.” you tell Glenn.

“Why?” Glenn asks.

“You are going out there with no one to watch your back and no offence you aren’t the best fighter.” you tell him.

“Well this is how we get the guns back and nobody else had a better plan, so…” Glenn stated.

“Whatever, just be safe.” you tell Glenn fearing for his safety.

“You got some balls for a Chinaman.” Daryl tells Glenn, you roll your eyes at his racism. 

“I'm Korean.” Glenn tells Daryl.

“Whatever.” Daryl responds, and then Glenn runs into the street. 

“Daryl just so you know I am sorry for leaving Merle there. I may not have liked him but he didn’t deserve to have to cut his own hand off.” you tell Daryl hoping to at least keep some kind of good relationship with him.

“I just don’ understand how you just left him there.” he says, “y’all didn’ even try to get him out.” 

“I was gone with Rick and Glenn,” you tell him, “I didn’t want to leave him there as soon as I found out but it was too late for that.”

“Whatever.” Daryl tells you.

Then another person came out from the alley and you alert Daryl. He targets his crossbow onto the kid.

“Whoa, don't shoot me! What do you want?” he asks.

“I'm looking for my brother. He's hurt real bad. You seen him?” Daryl questions

“Ayúdame!” the kid yells.

“Shut up! You're gonna bring the geeks down on us.” Daryl barked at him, “Answer me.”

Instead of shutting up the kid keeps on shouting for help. That's when two other men start running toward you in the alley. Then Glenn comes back with the bag and a hat.

The men run towards Glenn and try to take the guns, but they are unsuccessful. They instead take Glenn. Daryl then shots one of the men in the ass.

“Get off me! Get off me!” Glenn shouts, “Daryl! Y/N!”

Then a van pulled up and the men shoved Glenn into the van. The van then drove off with Glenn but with no guns and no whoever the fuck this is.

Daryl was pissed. He started kicking the kid and yelling at him. Normally you stopped this behavior but you liked Glenn, and Glenn was taken by his friends.

“Whoa whoa whoa. Stop it.” Rick told Daryl.

“His friends took Glenn Rick,” you tell him, “he’s fucking gone.”

“Chill out.” T-Dog tells you.

“They took Glenn. That little bastard and his little bastard homie friends. I'm gonna stomp your ass!” Daryl shouted at T-Dog and Rick.

“Guys! Guys! We're cut off!” T-Dog shouts down the alley.

“Get to the lab. Go.” Rick tells you.

“Come on. Damn, let's go.” Daryl says making the kid move.

Rick grabs the bag of guns and the hat that Glenn brought back.

“Those men you were with, we need to know where they went.” Rick asks the kid.

“I ain't telling you nothing.” the kid says. 

“Jesus, man. What the hell happened back there?” T-Dog asks Daryl.

“I told you, this little turd and his douchebag friends came out of nowhere and jumped us.” Daryl says fuming. 

“You're the one who jumped me, puto, screaming about trying to find his brother like it's my damn fault.” the kid says.

“They took Glenn. Could have taken Merle too.” Daryl reasons.

Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Merle.” the kid says. Daryl goes to start kicking the kid again.

“Damn it, Daryl. Back off.” Rick says, stopping Daryl.

“Want to see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?” Daryl asks the kid, then he pulls out the severed hand, “Start with the feet this time.” 

“Why don’t we hang him by his hands and cut off pieces of his feet then feed it to him? The only way that you will get out of it is when you've eaten so much of your own body that the shit doesn’t come out of your ass anymore, but it comes out of where your lower body is supposed to be.” you tell him taking the hand and shoving it further into his face.

“The men you were with took our friend. All we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out.” Rick says trying to reason with him.

Later the kid decided that protecting where his people were was not worth risking his life. He took you straight to where they were.

“You sure you're up for this?” Rick asks T-Dog.

“Yeah.” T-Dog assures him.

“Okay.” Rick confirms.

“One wrong move, you get an arrow in the ass. Just so you know.” Daryl tells the kid.

“G's gonna take that arrow out of my ass and shove it up yours. Just so you know.” the kid tells Daryl.

“G?” Rick asks

What kind of nickname is that?” you ask the kid.

“Guillermo.” the kid tells you, “He's the man here.” 

“Okay then. Let's go see Guillermo.” Rick tells the kid pushing him forward towards the door. When we get closer the door slides open and out comes a man. You can only assume that he is Guillermo.

“You okay, little man?” Guillermo asks the kid.

“They're gonna cut off my feet, carnal.” he tells Guillermo, “That lady even says she will feed my own body to me.”

“Cops and ladies do that?” he asks both of you.

“Not him. This redneck puto here. They cut off some dude's hand, man. He showed it to me.” the kid tells Guillermo.

“Shut up.” Daryl tells the kid. Then another man walks out of the building, you recognize him as the man who Daryl shot in the ass.

“Hey, that's that Vato right there, homes. He shot me in the ass with an arrow. What's up, homes, huh?” the man tells Guillermo.

“Chill, ese, chill. Chill.” Guillermo tells the man, “This true? He wants Miguelito's feet? That's pretty sick, man.” 

“We were hoping more for a calm discussion.” Rick explains to Guillermo.

“That hillbilly and the lady jump Felipe's little cousin, beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet, Felipe gets an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion? You fascinate me.” Guillermo says to Rick.

“Heat of the moment. Mistakes were made on both sides.” Rick tells Guillermo looking at you and Daryl.

“Who's that dude to you anyway?” Guillermo asks Rick, “You don't look related.”

“He's one of our group, more or less.” Rick says, “I'm sure you have a few like him.”

“You got my brother in there?” Daryl asks Guillermo.

“Sorry, we're fresh out of white boys.” Guillermo tells Rick, “But I've got Asian. You interested?” 

“I have one of yours, you have one of mine. Sounds like an even trade.” Rick says.

“Don't sound even to me.” Guillermo replies.

“G. Come on, man.” Miguelito begs Guillermo.

“My people got attacked. Where's the compensation for their pain and suffering? More to the point, where's my bag of guns?” Guillermo asks Rick.

“Guns?” Rick asks Guillermo.

“The bag Miguel saw in the street. The bag Felipe and Jorge were going back to get. That bag of guns.” Guillermo tells him.

“You're mistaken.” Rick declared.

“I don't think so.” Guillermo says to Rick.

“About it being yours. It's my bag of guns.” Rick tells Guillermo.

“The bag was in the street. Anybody could come around and say it was theirs. I'm supposed to take your word?” Guillermo asks Rick, “What's to stop my people from unloading on you right here and now and I take what's mine?”

“You could do that. Or not.” Rick says as he points to the wall. When Guillermo looks at the top T-Dog has the sniper rifle pointed at him.

“Oye.” Guillermo shouted to someone. Two men then appear on the roof with Glenn. 

“I see two options. You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks.” Guillermo suggests, “Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood.”

The men then walk back into the building and so do the men who are holding Glenn. 

“Rick what the fuck are we gonna do?” you ask Rick, “We can’t exactly give them the guns  but we can’t just leave Glenn.”

Rick doesn’t answer you and instead starts passing out guns to the three of you. 

“Them guns are worth more than gold. Gold won't protect your family or put food on the table. You're gonna give that up for that kid?” Daryl asks Rick.

“If I knew we'd get Glenn back, I might agree.” T-Dog says to Rick, “But you think that Vato across the way is just gonna hand him over?”

“You calling G a liar?” Miguel asks you.

“Are you a part of this? You want to hold onto your teeth?” Daryl says to the kid before slapping him upside the head.

“You guys can’t be serious about leaving Glenn here?” you ask them, “Glenn risked his life to bring back them guns.”

“Yeah, but we don’t even know if after we hand over the guns Guillermo will even give back Glenn.” T-Dog tells you.

“Question is what are you willing to bet on it?” Daryl asks Rick and you, “Could be more than them guns. Could be your life. Glenn worth that to you?”

“What life I have I owe to him. I was nobody to Glenn, just some idiot stuck in a tank. He could have walked away, but he didn't. Neither will I.” Rick tells Daryl and T-Dog.

“So you're gonna hand the guns over?” Daryl asks Rick.

“I didn't say that. There's nothing keeping you two here.” Rick tells Daryl and T-Dog, “You should get out, head back to camp.”

“Yeah you both don’t have to stay here and risk your lives.” you tell both T-Dog and Daryl.

“And tell your families what?” T-Dog asks both of you, “What am I supposed to tell Jesse? That I left his sister in Atlanta?”

“Come on, this is nuts. Just do like G says.” Miguel tells you.

So you all go back to the Vatos hideout and prepare to fight them. You had a gun in your hand and you had your knife in your back pocket. Rick pushes Miguel to the sliding doors and you walk in.

“I see my guns but they're not all in the bag.” Guillermo tells you.

“That's because they're not yours.” Rick says to him, “I thought I mentioned that.”

“Let's just shoot these fools right now, ese.” the guy who Daryl shot in the ass says, “All right? Unload on their asses, ese.”

“I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation.” Guillermo tells Rick.

“No, I'm pretty clear.” Rick tells him before he cuts Miguel free, “You have your man. I want mine.”

“I'm gonna chop up your boy. I'm gonna feed him to my dogs. They're the evilest, nastiest man-eating bitches you ever saw. I picked them up from Satan at a yard sale.” Guillermo tells Rick, “I told you how it has to be. Are you woefully deaf?” 

“No, my hearing's fine. You said come locked and loaded.” Rick then points his gun at Guillermo, “Okay then, we're here.”

Everyone prepares to start fighting. You raise your gun pointing it at one of the Vatos. Then an old woman comes out from behind the group of men.

“Felipe! Felipe!” she shouts.

“Abuela, go back with the others… now.” Felipe tells the old women. 

“Get that old lady out of the line of fire!” Daryl shouts to the Vatos.

“Abuela, listen to your mijo, okay? This is not the place for you right now.” Guillermo tells the old lady.

“Mr. Gilbert is having trouble breathing. He needs his asthma stuff. Carlitos didn't find it. He needs his medicine.” the old woman tells them.

“Felipe, go take care of it, okay?” Guillermo tells Felipe, “And take your grandmother with you.”

“¡Abuela! Ven conmigo por favor.” Felipe says to his grandmother.

“Who are those people?” she asks.

“Por favor, ven conmigo.” Felipe begs his grandma.

“Don't you take him.” the old woman begs to Rick.

“Ma'am?” Rick asks, confused.

“Felipe's a good boy. He has his trouble but he pulls himself together. We need him here.” the old woman tells Rick.

“Ma'am, I'm not here to arrest your grandson.” Rick explains to her. 

“Then what do you want him for?” she asks.

“He's… Helping us find a missing person. Fella named Glenn.” Rick tells her.

“The Asian boy? He's with Mr. Gilbert. Come. Come, I'll show you.” she says, grabbing Rick's hand leading him deeper into the compound, “He needs his medicine.”

“Let 'em pass.” Guillermo tells the other Vatos.

You follow the old woman into a large gymnasium where there are other elderly people. As you approach the other old people you see a man having an asthma attack.

“All right. All right. Nice and easy. Just breathe. Just breathe. Just let it out. Just breathe. Just relax.” Felipe tells the old man.

“What the hell is this?” Rick asks.

“An asthma attack. Couldn't get his breath all of a sudden.” Glenn says.

“I thought you were being eaten by dogs, man.” T-Dog tells Glenn.

“But don’t get us wrong we are happy you are safe.” you tell him.

“Y/N?” someone says from behind you. When you turn around you are surprised.

“Carla?” you ask, looking at her in shock.

“Yes! Oh my god! I can’t believe it! I can’t believe that you are alive.” she tells you.

“Is Meghan here?” you ask her.

“Yes! I brought her here to come and get my mom, but we stayed when we realized that it was safe.” she tells you.

“Hey, Y/N. Who is this?” Daryl asks you.

“This is Carla. She was one of the moms of the kids at the daycare I worked at.” You tell him.

“Wait are you the guys that took Miguel?” she asks you.

“Uhhhh… yeah. We are.” you say cautiously.

“Guillermo said that you guys threatened to cut off Miguel's feet and feed them to him?” she says wondering why you would say that.

“Well I was just trying to intimidate Miguel. I promise that I wasn’t actually going to.” you tell her hoping she understands.

“Carla, you know this lady?” Guillermo asks her, coming up to where you were standing.

“Yeah, she used to teach Meghan at her daycare.” she tells him, “She was one of her favorite teachers.”

“Why, don’t you stay here? We have a few other kids that still need to be in school.” Guillermo offers you.

“Oh, no. I have family at my camp and I like the group I'm with.” you tell him, “Plus if I’m being completely honest I hated working at the daycare. It was only so I could get through school.”

“Well you know where we are if you change your mind.” he tells you.

“I doubt I will,” you say, “but thanks for the offer.”

You follow the rest of the group into a back room with Guillermo and Rick. They start talking about the guns and such.

“How was I to know? My people got attacked and you show up with Miguel hostage… appearances.” Guillermo says.

“Guess the world changed.” T-Dog says to him.

“No. It's the same as it ever was.” Guillermo explains, “The weak get taken. So we do what we can here. The Vatos work on those cars, talk about getting the old people out of the city. But most can't even get to the bathroom by themselves, still, it keeps the crew busy, and that's worth something. So we barred all the windows, welded all the doors shut except for one entrance. The Vatos, they go out, scavenge what they can to keep us going. We watch the perimeter night and day and we wait. The people here, they all look to me now. I don't even know why.”

“Because they can.” Rick tells Guillermo.

After that we leave. As we are walking back to the van you and Daryl start talking.

“I didn' know you were a teacher.” he says to you.

“Not a lot of people do.” you tell him, “It was just to get me through school. I really hated the teaching part of the job.”

As you all approach the train tracks where the van was something is wrong. The van was gone.

“Oh my God.” Glenn says.

“Where the hell's our van?” Daryl asks.

“We left it right there.” Glenn insisted, “Who would take it?”

“Merle.” Rick answers. 

“He's gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp.” Daryl tells you.

All of you start running back to camp hopefully to beat Merle there and warn the rest of the group. You continue to run for what feels like hours until you are back in the quarie. That's when you hear it. A gunshot.

“Oh my god.” Rick says running faster to get to the camp.

“Go. Go.” Glenn tells you to rush you faster.

When you arrive back at the camp you hear a lot of screaming and you see a lot of the dead. That's when you realize that a whole group of zombies has attacked the camp when you were gone. You start killing the geeks with the others in your group.

“Baby! Carl! Baby!” Rick shouts for his family

“Dad!” Carl shouts back at his father.

“Carl!” Rick shouts and runs to his son.

“Jesse! Gracie! Adi!” you shout for your family.

“Y/N!” you hear Jesse shout.

You turn around and see him holding Gracie and you don’t see Adi.

“Where is Adi?” you ask him, “Where is she!”

“Y/N?” you hear from behind you.

“Adi?” you ask, “Are you hurt? Did you get bit? You get scratched?”

“No I’m fine.” she tells you.

“You need to stay with Jesse and Gracie,” you tell her, “You can’t get hurt. Okay?”

“Yeah, I will.” she tells you and you draw her in for a hug.

“Y/N what happened?” Jesse asks you, “Where is Merle?”

“It was not what we expected.” you tell him.

After that the rest of the group starts bringing all of the dead to the front of the camp where you can properly dispose of the bodies. In total you count 15 deaths including Ed and Amy. 

The rest of the night was spent burning the bodies of the geeks and making sure the group that was dead stayed that way. 

Daryl was standing with you destroying the brains of the dead. Glenn had convinced the group to bury our dead instead of burning them. Daryl was about to raise the pickaxe he had to smash Ed’s brain when Carol came over.

“I’ll do it.” she tells you, “He’s my husband.”

She takes the pickaxe from Daryl and swings at Ed’s head. His head splatters all around where he was.  She swings again at his head.

Later you help Daryl get all the bodies into the truck to the gravesite that Jim had dug up the day prior. When you both arrive at the gravesite you could tell Rick and Shane were arguing with each other.

“I still think it's a mistake not burning these bodies. It's what we said we'd do, right? Burn 'em all, wasn't that the idea?” Daryl asks Rick.

“At first.” Shane tells Daryl.

“The Chinaman gets all emotional, says it's not the thing to do, we just follow him along?” Daryl asks, “These people need to know who the hell's in charge here, what the rules are.”

“There are no rules.” Rick tells Daryl.

“Well, that's a problem. We haven't had one minute to hold onto anything of our old selves.” Lori says, “We need time to mourn and we need to bury our dead. It's what people do.”

After the group holds a funeral for Amy, Shane suggests that some of you sweep the forest for the dead. You volunteer to go with Shane, Rick, and Dale. You and Dale are in a group while Rick and Shane go off on their own.

After a while of not finding anything Dale suggests that you head back to find Shane and Rick. When you head back to where they were you see Shane but no Rick. Shane is pointing his gun at something and when you get closer you realize that it was Rick.

“Jesus.” Dale says after Shane notices the both of you. Shane chuckles.

“I know. Gonna have to start wearing reflective vests out here.” Shane says, covering up what you and Dale both know he was doing, “Seriously. Come on, man. Come on, man, let's go. Nothing out here.”

You and Dale make eye contact. Like a mutual agreement that what you had just walked up on was not Shane confusing Rick for the dead. 

When you all get back to camp Shane starts a meeting deciding on what to do next. 

“I've been, uh… I've been thinking about Rick's plan. Now look, there are no… There are no guarantees either way. I'll be the first one to admit that.” he tells the group, “I've known this man a long time. I trust his instincts. I say the most important thing here is we need to stay together. So those of you that agree, we leave first thing in the morning.”

“Okay?” Rick asks.

You all go to your individual campsites for the night. Jesse ignores you, Gracie goes to sleep easy, and Adi chooses to sleep on her own with a blanket next to your cot.

The next morning you leave the campsite but not before Rick leaves a note for the ever mysterious Morgan and Morales and his family decide to leave the group.

“You sure?” Rick asks him.

“We talked about it. We’re sure.” Morales tells the group.

We split off from the family after giving them a gun and some ammunition. You and your family are split up into different vehicles. You and Adi are in the RV when the radiator hose bursts again.

“I told you we'd never get far on that hose. I said I needed the one from the cube van.” Dale tells Shane and Rick.

“Can you jury-rig it?” Rick asks him.

“That's all it's been so far. It's more duct tape than hose. And I'm out of duct tape.” Dale tells him.

“I see something up ahead. A gas station if we're lucky.” Shane tells Rick.

Shane, Jesse, and T-Dog go ahead to check out the gas station. While Rick deals with Jim. Jim decides that he doesn’t want to continue on the road anymore and chooses to stay where the RV brokedown.

When Shane, Jesse, and T-Dog get back to the RV Shane and Rick move Jim to the side of the woods. Everyone says their goodbyes and we leave to go to the CDC.

When we arrive at the CDC we see dozens of dead bodies. Some of them military and others civilians. We all move towards the building to attempt to get inside. When we get to the door it is locked. Shane pounds on the door to try and get anyone to see you.

“Walkers!” Daryl shouts alerting the group to the fact that there were in fact walkers heading over to where the group was. Daryl and you take down a few walkers that were getting too close to the group. Walkers kept coming while the rest of the group argued about what to do next. Rick wants to stay and try and get in while Shane and Lori both want to leave and head toward Fort Benning.

“The camera… it moved.” Rick says.

“You imagined it.” Shane tells Rick.

“It moved. It moved.” Rick says repeating himself.

Rick and Shane continue to argue eventually Shane had to get Lori to help drag Rick away from the door. Rick escapes out of their grasps and continues to bang on the door.

“Please help us. You're killing us! You're killing us! You're killing us!” he shouts at the person who may or may not be there.

Just when the rest of the group is about to go back to the cars, the unthinkable happens. The doors open.

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[mejomonster]

Silent Reading, chapter 41. I didn't mention it but the Tao Ran house party chapters beforehand had soooo much luo/fei stuff including Luo Wenzhou recognizing "hey I think fei du is a grown man now and I think I do have a crush objectively just because it's Fei Du I feel awkward about it hmm I'll examine that later." So again Luo Wenzhous more mature in recognizing his feelings developing. Still didn't choose to act but its still a big development. Especially him shifting to see Fei Du as an equal, as a person who if a stranger isn't a murdering violent bitch Or a poor child who needs his protection, but an attractive charming sometimes rude individual who has his dark moments or withdrawn ones but is also quite handy and smart and pleasant at times. It's that internal decision to stop letting his old biases color how he sees Fei Du, and start seeing him as an equal. Which certainly in part drives his more reliable work afterwards of generally trying not to insult or purposely pick as many fights - you scold a child, but not an adult stranger you just accept them or stop talking to them. You can tell them they hurt you and they either fix it or don't, but unlike a child who you might tolerate messing up frequently an adult you eventually stop fighting them if it's forever. And since that realization Luo Wenzhous shifted to some teasing and ribbing back when Fei Du starts it (and still a bit of "I'm your dad I'm disappointed in your slutty rich boy ways" lol) but he's definitely toned down the picking fights and is now approaching things more positively/cooperatively with overtly warm intent (so more like he treats Tao Ran).

Second? Oh my fucking God I had a breakdown reading this scene Fei Du (as he's now doing) made a sexual innuendo that it's sad Luo Wenzhou sleeps alone, so Luo Wenzhou TOOK THE BAIT and said then why don't you blow ME. IM CRYING

Fei Du!!!! This is why the flirting you did was pandoras box! It was only gonna be a matter of time before your twos penchant to "give back as good as you get" combined with "use sexual innuendos to sexually frustrate him" resulted in Luo Wenzhou getting too into the rhythm and giving back ToT

WOW. And then they both sat there in awkward horrific nonresponse cause like. What the fuck else were they gonna do??? Only way from there is fei du to COMMIT to the path and say he'll keep Luo Wenzhou company that night and go "comfort" him and Fei Du did NOT expect his sex come on to be accepted with a suggestive matching response lmao

So they immediately go to "pay your respects to dad (me)" no doubt hoping if they lean into the ur my surrogate dad the sexual tension SURELY HAS TO DIE RIGHT. Great job guys. Excellent. Yall are doing Phenomenal

Also Fei Du you're literally conditioning yourself to a very specific kink I hope yr that self aware at least. You're gonna have Luo Wenzhou tied to the bed in a year saying "does daddy want another" in between bites and you're both gonna WISH such a statement turned yall off but unfortunately now it's ingrained cayse you fuckers kept calling each other that right in between flirts for MONTHS. GUYS!!! YOURE SO DUMB SOMETIMES

I love them. I think they're great. Fei Du is absolutely streamlining right into this relationship and Luo Wenzhou is literally doing Nothing except chilling. He got a crush? Sure. And he was keeping it TO HIMSELF. Then you had to keep making the sexual come ons fei du, like fucking hell man at Some Point Luo Wenzhou was gonna be like "Well he said he wanted it and I wanted it anyway and if he's happy wirh it Sure" especially in the heat of one of yalls "verbal competitions" so really like. Congrats on creating the awkwardness fei du I love you dearly.

Also lmao Luo Wenzhous power is to say shit so !!!!! They're both too awkward to speak djjdjf

Quote (I'm still fucking crying. Also on a serious note aww ;-; the cat backstory and Fei Dus fears ;-; ):

Fei Du accordingly stopped the car at some distance. “Do you…uh, need to get vaccinated?”

Hearing this ordinary inquiry, Luo Wenzhou was very shaken—more shaken than if Luo Yiguo had run over to him for a cuddle. He was even a little tongue-tied. “N-no…no need, the last one hasn’t expired yet.”

Out of the twelve months of the year, Captain Luo was in an “unconquerable condition” for eleven and a half of them. The doctor who gave him the vaccine had proposed to get him a “yearly card,” moving from retail to wholesale.

When Luo Wenzhou’s shock had passed, he couldn’t resist taking a cheap hit. “You being so filial all of a sudden makes me a little panicked.”

Fei Du reined in the unusual expression on his face and once again put on his obnoxious drawl. With a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, he said, “Caring for lonely elders is everyone’s responsibility. Tsk, keeping company with a cat in the endless night seems very desolate.”

Perhaps because Fei Du was so improperly dressed, and perhaps because Luo Wenzhou’s good opinion of himself had gone to his head, he felt that Fei Du’s glance, floating over as he talked nonsense, had a touch of seduction to it. Accompanying the hummed “in the endless night,” it truly did inspire reverie. Thereupon his mouth accidentally went a little over the line.

“What,” said Luo Wenzhou, casually taking a liberty, “you’re offering oral consolation?”

Fei Du: “…”

Luo Wenzhou: “…”

As soon as this joke that had gone too far was spoken, the two of them became silent at the same time. Inside the small and narrow sports car, the atmosphere was so unusual as to defy description.

Luo Wenzhou would have loved nothing better than to somehow put those words, which had somehow slipped out, back into his mouth. He was dumbstruck for a moment, then gave a dry cough and not very brilliantly backtracked. “At the end of the year, don’t forget to bring dad a box of snacks.”

Fei Du forced out a laugh. “Should I also burn three incense sticks?”

After this, the two of them simultaneously climbed out, in tacit agreement, planning to forget the preceding awkwardness inside the innocent sports car.

Luo Wenzhou suddenly remembered something. He turned to Fei Du. “On the subject, I remember you quite liked that cat. Why were you unwilling to keep it no matter what afterwards?”

Fei Du put his hand on the car door. His movements paused. The distant lights fell on his exposed forehead and brows; the arcs seemed to have been carved that way, the outlines finely planned.

“A pet?” After his pause, Fei Du said, as if nothing had happened, “I don’t like having pets. They’re so much trouble. I didn’t feel comfortable saying so in front of Tao Ran. Also…”

He looked up, the tip of one eyebrow moving lightly. “What if I have a hobby of sadistically killing small animals? I couldn’t control myself, and I was afraid I wouldn’t have a way to account for myself to Tao Ran, so I had to keep a safe distance. Captain Luo, do you think that’s a reasonable explanation?”

Luo Wenzhou stared, intuitively sensing that these words of Fei Du’s weren’t a disgusting joke, but before he could read the meaning between the lines, the voice of a member of a search and rescue team came over his earbud. “Captain Luo, we’ve found the place where the girl threw the alarm device, as well as some footprints.”

[venus-dawnstar]

I have a love/hate relationship with my autism...

Autism is interesting. At least, I find my autism entertaining. To set an example of what I mean, here's a list:

Pros:

-Fuck, music is so cool. I love it and I can feel it moving in my brain.

-I can tell if something is different or off really easily.

-Want me to explain your emotions to you bc even you don't understand them? Oh, don't worry, I don't know how I'm feeling either. No judgment. Anyway, time to examine your body language and tell you what every thought you're having rn is.

-You don't know where to eat? I have a maximum of 5 foods I can keep in my system at every waking moment, ask which one I want. (More ARFID than autism, but still.)

-Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm good texture, much comfort.

-You talk to me for 2 minutes every day? You say hi to me every morning? Good, you're now part of my routine. You may become the highlight of my day with just a small gesture.

-Yooo this painting has 5 people hidden inside. Also, I think this artist has a flaw in this section but succeeds really well in this section and-

-You want something to talk about? I HAVE SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT! MEMEME I DO! ASK ME ABOUT [hyperfixation] P L E A S E !

-.O. You got me a gift! You shouldn't have. What is it? [Literally anything that isn't one of the 10 things I dislike] Omg I love it! Thank you so much! *Keeps it for the rest of my life*

-You know when I trust you. You'll notice. Don't worry about how or when. You'll just know.

-"Words, words, words, words-" "How tf are you on chapter 15 I left for 8 minutes-" "Shhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm at a really important part. Words, words, words, words."

-Want to know when I'm too tired? I stop walking on my tippytoes. That's when.

Cons:

-FUCK EVERYTHING IS TOO LOUD TOO LOUD SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

-Ow why is everything so bright that hurts

-Mmmmmmmmmmmm everything hurts. How do bones hurt? Mmmmmmmmmmmm tension headaches.

-EW NONO TEXTURE GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF I WANT TO PEEL THE SKIN THAT TOUCHED IT OFF OW WHY IS IT PAINFUL

-I can't sleep. My brain doesn't want to. Yeah, I know it's 6 AM.

-What? Huh? Da fuq? Uhhhhhhh.. OH OH OH yeah yeah yeah. Why did that take so long to process?

-WHY IS THERE A BREAK IN THE ROUTINE I HATE IT WHEN A PATTERN STOPS. BAD BAD YUCKY BAD. WHY? PANIC.

-*Static* "Hey. did you hear what I said?" "Oh sorry I zoned out. What?"

-Why am I irritated by this? It's not a big deal. Why am I crying, literally all that happened was [thing most people would call insignificant that I find really important]."

-A thing got denied, guess that's a permanent no. Time to lose all hope in it.

-Everything is awesome and I love life and I'm so happy and- *break in routine, bad texture, sensory issue, bad item, something gets slightly off* GODAMNIT

The main inspiration for this list was from this afternoon. My partner and I were about to go walk the dog and pick up food along the way. But what happened? My shoes were missing. They weren't in the place, let alone the room I always put them in and have for the past months. A break happened in the routine and I panicked so badly that my partner had to pull me into a hug and tell me it was okay. I almost started crying bc my shoes were in the wrong place and I didn't know where they were at first. I was excited, practically jumping for joy because I was about to pay for and have a date with my partner. Then, a pattern broke and I almost had a panic attack. I found my shoes, put them on, and boom. I was happy again. Of course, it took me a while to get past the initial shock from it. But afterwards, I was giddy as a kid on Christmas.

TLDR; Autism has its ups and downs, some of mine are listed above. Also, I lost my shoes and it almost sent me into a panic attack. So that was interesting.

[mlmxreader]

Hi! Hope your doing alright 🖤!

Thank you so much for A Wish Come True!

Eames sitting with his back pressed against the door to the washroom. It's kind of bittersweet because there's still clearly some level of love, or wanting between the two but it does nothing to negate the build up of tension thats also present. Him pressing himself into the door almost acts as a way for him to feel, or be close to the reader in perhaps the only way they can be. At least for now because even though Eames now has some insight to why reader had to leave him, the aftermath of the inital break up is still very much raw. And the circumstances of both their break up and the aftermath sounds like it was ugly.

"No. What you said fucking hurt, so you can shove civility up your arse."

😫 he missed their wisecracking. Something that he couldn’t wait to come back to.... 🥺🥺 But Eames, if them leaving you hurt just imagine what they went through HAVING to leave you and then be subjected to all that shit from a person they still very much love. Oh that makes me feel incredibly sad for them both.

Reluctantly, you shook his hand. "Civil, Mister Eames. Don't call me darling again, I will fucking throw you out of the window."

Okay, but as sad as it is for the current condition of their relationship.... how fun is it going to be to watch the banter unfold between these two! Because from what I'm gathering if when they were together, reader let some things slide when it came to Eames, those days are well and gone!

What do you think? Do you think they'd be able to work it out? Because if it were to get to a place of amicablity, it would definitely take a long time, effort and communication on both sides. And would reader be willing to have that, after everything? Because they do still care for one another, it's clear as day.

Anyways, thank you very much for this in addition to all the rest!

🖤🖤🖤

🐍anon

hi!!!! I'm doing great, thank you!! I've been to see my psychiatrist this morning (Jasper, as always, came with me), and my dad agreed to drop me off at the cinema to see Barbie & Oppenheimer bc he's also got time to pick me up afterwards!

you're so very welcome!!! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Eames DEFINITELY misses them as much as they miss him, he's just better at masking it than they are; the same as he's still quite hurt by the fact that they didn't tell him why they were leaving, but he is still glad to see them again nonetheless. even if he is upset and he is hurt, he's glad it's them and not someone else. by contrast, the reader is hurt by the fact that Eames lashes out at them and that he does say those things, bc they didn't want to hurt him and they never MEANT to either, but they can still understand why he says it.

he misses his partner, more than anything, he misses the fact that they made him laugh and smile w the wisecracking. he still loves them, but he's still hurt. he just can't see, bc of his OWN pain, that they're hurt by it, too - which is all too common. he can't see it, but they can.

i think they'd be able to work it out and talk properly if they were given the time and the space to do so tbh; they're both REALLY hurt by the situation, and being forced to work together (bc Cobb knows that they're a great team, which is why he chose them specifically) wasn't exactly the right time OR the right space for them to do it. they'd both be willing to sort things out between them tbh - Cobb might have to force them to do it to begin with, but they'd be willing to sort it out; Eames still loves the reader, and they still love him. they never stopped, and that's what makes it harder for both of them. they would need the right time and the right place for it, but that would be it, bc they still know each other like the backs of their own hands and they're aware of how the other communicates - they're still in tune w one another, they're just a little bit bruised.