#blk writer

[spookyspaghetty]

Write the weird book.

Slams hand on table

I said write the weird book dammit !

[ankh2]

fwb! s. gojo x reader - drabble

smut, angst w some comfort..,cheater reader, 18+ mdni. gojo has been PRAYING for this day, *not proofread wc: 1.5k

you sighed through choked back tears, the news of your boyfriend cheating on you was too much to bear, you gave the fucker an entire year of your life, and he had the nerve to cheat on you?

you tried to shake it off, act like it didn't have the most devastatingly, internally crushing effect on you, but after a few drinks, and a 15 minute walk to your friend's apartment, it began to weigh on you all at once.

the cold feeling of his door against your knuckles was welcomed to you after the heat of the alcohol began to settle in your system, and seeing the expression on his face was enough for you to began to feel tears welling up behind your eyes. he whispered your name, but before he could ask you what was wrong, you dove in, ignoring the tears as you pressed your lips into his.

the kiss was messy, full of spit, tongues everywhere, teeth uncomfortably clashing, but you didn't care, this was exactly what you needed right now, this was what satoru was good for when it came to you, not that difficult boyfriend shit. clearly, you'd tried that and just ended up right back here, where you belonged, in his apartment, in his arms, and being carried to his bed.

you felt him fumble to close the door before picking you up, princess style as he carefully maneuvered through his apartment, he was always so gentle with you, something you could never decide if you hated or not. you didn't want to worry about it, and he always made sure you never had to, before you know it, your back hits the bed, his incredibly soft sheets engulfing you as he breaks the kiss, panting above you, his eyebrows knitted, bright blue eyes searching for a hint of reason behind your eyes.

"you gonna tell me what's going on?"

you sighed, turning away from him, you'd always hated how well he knew you, it was like you'd accidentally bared your soul to him, "not tonight...i just—" you sighed, knowing if you spoke anymore the tears would spill over, biting your lip to hold them back, you shook your head, "i just want you, satoru..."

that was all he needed, he shifted your shirt up, pressing a chaste kiss just below your belly button, then slowly made his way down to just above your waistband, moving it down to reveal that you were absolutely soaked for him. he let out a groan, "fuck— i've missed this," he licked a long stripe through your panties, "i've missed you.." he muttered looking back up at you, before looping his fingers through the delicate straps, pulling them down for a better taste. as much as you'd hate to admit it you'd missed him too.

your now ex had never been enough for you, the first few months of you dating, you'd always found yourself back here, in satoru's apartment, letting him please you in all the ways only he knew about, but when the guilt was too much, the day he'd asked you to be his officially, you just couldn't handle it. throughout the entirety of your relationship, you just stopped speaking to him, so seeing you here, tonight, he should've slammed the door in your face, but here he is, tongue honed in on your clit as you unfold under him, his strong hands palming his now swollen manhood through his pants.

it was all such a big fucking mess, your soft pants and moans were driving him crazy, just when he'd heard your voice pitch in the way you always did before you came, he sat up, looking down on you. freezing, it was now your turn to be confused, "satoru..?"

he didn't answer, grabbing your wrists with a singular hand and holding them above your head before swooping in to attack your neck with kisses, they were different from before, this time incredibly rough, you gasped as you felt him bite down, soothing it with a strong suckle afterwards, letting go with a distinct pop!

"what kind of friend are you huh?"

he continued to move down to your chest, "you ghost me for a fucking year.." another bite. "you spend all your time with this asshole—" he moved his free hand to smooth over the new bites, clicking his teeth as he admired the new hickeys forming on your skin "who can't even fuck you right." before you can object, he cuts you off.

"because— if he could, you wouldn't be here with me." he smirked, clearly enjoying witnessing his hypothesis be dubbed correct by your newly found silence, he let out a small laugh, before removing his hands to flip you over, you couldn't see him anymore, but you could hear the shuffling of his pants as he leaned above you, then you felt a hand go flat across your ass, before you can react, he's still talking,

"you don't text," he rubbed the tip of his pulsating cock against your folds, "you don't call," he pushed in slowly, the feeling alone being one that had become incredibly foreign since you'd last seen him, you let out a gasp, grabbing onto his headboard "f—fuck.." you muttered under your breath, he leaned down, you could feel the hardness of his nipples against your back, his hot breath against your neck, and the push of him now entirely inside you as he let out a strangled moan, continuing to thrust into you, the roughness of it all was dizzying,

the feeling of your head getting pumped into the headboard, your knees were shaking on the soft mattress, his rough hands holding you up as he continued to pound into you, trying to hold on to any sense of composure as you felt your mouth hang open, "you ghost me for a fucking year...knock on my door....s—shit.. and expect me to just what? take care of you?" another slap as you felt his pace stutter, you just let him have it, you didn't want to argue, you didn't need to explain yourself, what you needed was exactly what was happening right now, him fucking the absolute shit out of you,

he continued littering marks all throughout your back, whether it was a handprint on your ass or a hickey on your shoulder, there was no way in hell he'd let you leave without some form of his mark on you. "you're just...naastyy...", he let out a chuckle as he whispered into your ear, "letting me fuck you all the time while your cuck ass boyfriend had to smell me on you, feel where i was inside you, and you fucking liked it, remember that? remember when you told me how bad he was? how he couldn't reach this deep?" he mumbled, grabbing your leg and raising it up, now hitting your cervix, you let out a strangled cry, legs shaking even more now as you moved your face down onto the pillows, drool spilling from your mouth. he had you literally babbling, he'd never been this rough with you before, you couldn't even begin to think about forming a cohesive sentence, " 't-toru.." was all you could muster, he began full on laughing, a mix of shock and anger, pointed all at you, he slowed his pace down now, each hit harder than the last against you,

"that fucking nickname! you'd always be begging me for this shit, 'toru, he can't fuck me like you do, toru, come over, toru am i a piece of shit?' " he moved back to his previous pace, hips snapping against you as he felt you clench around him, letting out that whine again, "i always listened, fuck, i'm still listening, doing whatever you want, maybe you'll finally realize that asshole doesn't have or do anything better than i do," you'd felt the pressure build, his hand smacking your ass one last time before you'd felt your first real orgasm in a year hit you like a tsunami, falling completely into the sheets, the only thing holding you up now was him pounding into you, only getting out a few more pumps before you'd felt strings of hot cum pour into you, following by a sharp groan as he pulled out, panting above you, returning back to leaving chaste kisses against your spine, before rolling out of bed, "i'll be back.." he mumbled, slipping into the bathroom across from the bed.

...

once he came out, the sight of you in front of him was enough for him to feel a pain in his chest, you had been hugging yourself, the air turning cold as soon as he left, and your cheeks were stained with tears. the soft rising and falling of your chest told him that you were exhausted before you'd even knocked on his door. he moved over to you quietly, placing down the towel he had grabbed on his nightstand, before carefully moving a blanket over you, and placing a soft kiss to your forehead, letting out a sigh before rising to move towards the door, but before he could put his hand on the knob—

"please....stay?"

im gonna do a poll on what i should write next soon...im still working on my fairy tale series i promise! i think im gonna break my 1k record w that...excited, hope you enjoyed!

...freak.

[mktskii]

—Fixing More Than Gear

—Synopsis: The Support Course midterm project is supposed to be a breeze—design a piece of gear, find a model to test it, and call it a day. But when your quiet plan to work with someone under the radar takes a surprising turn, you find yourself caught up in an unexpected situation. Bakugou, the annoying jerk who keeps coming to you to fix his stuff, has other ideas for your project, and for some reason, he won't leave you alone. What happens when a simple request turns into something far more complicated?

—Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x AFAB + Support Course!Reader.

—Genre: Slow-burn romance, slice-of-life.

—Tags: Enemies-to-lovers, banter, RBF reader, grumpier x grumpest, miscommunication, one-sided crush continues (HAHA), support course expertise, Bakugou struggling even more with feelings, Bakugou literally wants reader so bad lol, reader is tired of everyone's shit, reader is so done with Bakugou's bs, reader CANNOT catch signals, this slow-burn actually killed me to type down but i will NOT end this series cuz i love this too much.

It’s that time of year—midterms. Everyone in U.A. has to do some kind of big assignment, but for the Support Course, it's something special. This year, Power Loader, the faculty member overseeing the Support Development Studio, made things easy—or so he thought. The task? Create any kind of support gear you want and have someone from U.A. model and test it. Preferably a hero course student, but anyone would do.

That’s how the chaos started.

Class 1-A quickly became a battlefield of Support Course students swarming the top three—Bakugou, Todoroki, and Midoriya. They begged, pleaded, and even offered bribes to get one of them to model their gear. Bakugou? He was having none of it. He exploded (literally and verbally) at anyone who dared approach him with the idea of "modeling." He was a hero-in-training, not a damn mannequin.

But here’s the thing. Deep down, even though Bakugou found the entire situation annoying, he kind of… maybe… secretly… wanted you to ask him.

Bakugou, being Bakugou, had his own reputation to maintain, and there was no way in hell he was going to make the first move. You were supposed to come to him. You knew him, after all. You fixed his gear (and stuff he deemed needing fixing from you personally) all the time. So, it made sense for you to pick him, right? He found a way to sort of pay you back for everything you've done for him.

But then, when he found out that you picked Shinsou Hitoshi from General Studies? Oh, that was when the sparks really flew. You were actually polite to Shinsou, working with him without any of the usual sarcasm or snark you threw at Bakugou. And the fact that Shinsou wasn’t even in the hero course? That stung. You’d seriously rather ask someone from General Studies than ask THE Bakugou Katsuki? Seriously?

He wasn’t jealous. Definitely not. It wasn’t about you. It was about proving that he should have been your first choice. That this was a way for him to say 'thanks' without actually having to say it.

Right?

Now Bakugou had a choice. He could let it go, let you work with Shinsou and forget about the whole thing. Or, he could try something a little out of his comfort zone—actually asking (or forcing..) you into picking him instead. And being Bakugou, there was no way he was going to let something he wanted slip away.

One afternoon, Bakugou stomped his way into the Support Lab, making his presence known with his usual dramatic flair. Everyone else working in the lab was still trying to get used to it by now, and you? You didn’t even glance up from your workbench.

Bakugou, holding up a busted watch, plopped it onto your workspace with an annoyed grunt. “Fix it,” he demanded, his tone implying you owed him something.

You gave him a quick, disinterested glance.

"Again?" you ask, raising an eyebrow, but not really paying much attention. It's just a watch. He watched as you picked the watch up and muttered something about how it didn’t look that broken. You got to work and it took about 2 minutes since, cmon. You’ve fixed way more complicated things for him before. But this was seriously starting to get out of hand.

While you work on his watch, Bakugou starts subtly bringing up the subject of the midterm projects. Or, as subtle as he can be, which is basically him complaining about how much everyone in the Support Course sucks.

“They keep askin’ me to model for their stupid gear,” he grumbles, crossing his arms and glaring at the mess of support tools on your desk.

"Yeah, that sounds about right," you mutter, already tired of the topic. “Everyone’s desperate.”

You don’t think much of it, just nodding in agreement because, yeah, Support Course students were pretty much throwing themselves at any hero course student (hell, any student at this point.) that would listen. But Bakugou? He's trying his hardest to steer the conversation in a particular direction.

“So, who are you gettin’ to be your model?” he asks, barely masking the irritation in his voice. His eyes are on you, waiting for your response.

You shrug. “I already got Shinsou from General Studies. He agreed.”

That’s when Bakugou’s patience starts wearing thin. His jaw clenches, and he has to fight every urge to not let his temper flare up. He already knew that, but hearing it straight from you? That you seriously picked Shinsou? Over him? That stung more than he'd ever like to acknowledge.

“That guy? What’s his Quirk again? Mind control or somethin’?” Bakugou scoffs, trying to hide the fact that he’s more annoyed than usual.

“Yeah,” you answer, without looking up. “He’s quiet. Doesn’t complain much. Gets the job done.”

Bakugou can feel his eye twitch. You hadn’t even thought of him? He nearly short-circuited on the spot, but forced himself to stay calm. His brain screamed at him to not blow it. So, he tried another tactic. “Tch, why not pick someone better? Like… I dunno, a hero or some shit?”

You didn’t even blink. “Like who? Power Loader said it could be anyone. Shinsou’s quieter.”

"Someone who’d actually make your damn gear look good," Bakugou mutters, trying to drop the hint, but you’re completely oblivious.

“Yeah? Well, no one comes to mind.”

Bakugou's temper is rising, but he knows if he blows up, it'll ruin the whole thing. He takes a breath—short, angry, but controlled—and tries one last time.

"I could do it so much better than that sleep-eyed loser." There it was. He had practically laid it out for you, all but outright saying he wanted you to pick him. But instead of jumping at the opportunity, you just handed him his now-fixed watch, scoffed, and said, “Cool, well, good luck with your own midterm.”

Bakugou blinked. That’s it? You didn’t even catch the hint? You probably thought he was joking or something. But, still! Was that not obvious enough?

He took the watch, his frustration boiling to the surface. He wanted to scream, “I’M TRYING TO HELP YOU, DAMMIT!” but instead, he just gritted his teeth and stormed out, the door rattling behind him. You went back to your work, entirely unaware of the emotional crisis Bakugou was going through just because you didn’t ask him to model for your damn project.

As the door slammed shut behind him, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of confusion about your interaction. Had Bakugou actually wanted you to ask him? Or was he just being a jerk, as usual?

It didn’t matter. You had Shinsou lined up, and Bakugou was just Bakugou.

But inside, his spirit felt shattered. Why was it so hard to just admit he wanted to be chosen? Why did he have to play this game when all he wanted was to spend more time with you?

As Bakugou walked away, he realized he couldn’t let this opportunity slip through his fingers. This was his chance to prove himself, not just as a hero but as someone you might actually choose.

He’d find a way to make it happen. No matter what it took.

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[free-grandmaa]

- Freegrandmaa

[liliacsdelight]

also, sorry for the assumption, but you're a black girl, right?

from a brown girl to a black girl, I'M ADORING the way you describe reader 🥹🥹 i was going to cry if i saw another 'flushed red' or 'skin was red with how hard he gripped it' i love the melanin ❤️❤️

As a black girl writing with black readers in mind, your words mean everything. I’ve been in that same spot, reading fic after fic where every description assumes whiteness—the pale skin mentions, hair type, certain features, etc—it’s exhausting, especially when it's y/n or x reader; ts kills me😭

That’s why I’m so intentional about how I describe the reader. Our melanin, our presence, our beauty —it deserves to be centered. We’re not side characters. We’re the story. And just to say it plainly: if you’re brown, you’re still Black. Our shades, our features, our experiences—they’re all part of the spectrum, and they all deserve to be seen. So thank you for seeing it and saying something, sweetheart. I really enjoyed your asks😊🩷

[blknstoopidfine]

“Shut that shit up fore I Make You”— (Plug)Dazai x blkReader (Toxic Arguin' + Makeup Sex)

Rating: 🔞 Extremely Adult. NSFW.

Vibe : Arguin' in the kitchen at 2am. He say "leave" and you ain’t no pussy so you try but he stands in front of it blockin’ the door. You say "don’t touch me" but can’t be mad for too longg.

Words: I have no fuckin idea?

Summary: Dazai got you heated. Disappearin’ for days, showin’ back up like you supposed to melt at the sound of his voice. Nah. You done. (Except... you not.)

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You waitin’ in the kitchen, arms crossed, hoodie on, face tight. He strolls in like nothin’ happened.

"Wsp mama" he grins, with them low red eyes, like his ass didn’t go ghost for two whole days without a call text or nun.

“Where the fuck you been?" you snap, voice already cracklin’.

He leans on the counter, smug. "Aww, you missed me baby."

"Missed you ? Nigga You think this a joke?"

He shrugs. "I told you, I had work."

"Work don’t stop you from sendin’ a fuckin message, Dazai!"

Now he’s smirkin'. You hate that smirk. Love it too, which pisses you off even more.

"You get like this every time I vanish?" he mutters.

“You vanish every week, bitch! I’m tired. This ain't love, it’s emotional cardio."

He steps closer, voice low now.

"Then leave."

You flinch like he hit you. Eyes glossy. Voice cold. As you stare right back at his ass

"...Bet." You say quickly as you go to walk past him.

He blocks the doorway.

Move bro," you say quietly , voice shakin’, eyes watering.

“Mani” he says quietly Just lookin’ at you like you the problem.

"You don’t wanna leave," he murmurs.

"Watch me tf."

"Then why you cryin’ mama?"

You go silent. Looking at the ground, trying not to show any signs of weakness.

His hand cups your cheek wiping your tears. Rough, warm, bandages scratchin’ your skin just a lil bit.

"You b so mad at me," he whispers, eyes heavy, voice soft now. "But you still love me, don’t you?"

You look up at him.

"...Fuck you, Dazai."

He smirks.

"ight bet. Fuck me."

You don’t remember who kissed who first — just know it was angry. Messy. Teeth clashin’, tongues fightin’ for straight dominance. (He won ofc)

Hes got you pressed up on the counter hand around your neck, and hand grabbing your ass, grindin’ you against him like he got a point to prove.

"You always runnin’ that smart ass mouth," he growls. "Maybe I should stuff it full, since talkin’ ain’t doin’ shit for u."

You moanin’ already and he ain’t even touched you all the way yet.

He bends you over the counter, pushes your lower back into an arch, pulls your shorts down halfway, and slides in without a warning.

"Ahh Fuck, Dazai waittt— it’s too—fuckk"

"You mad?" he pants against your neck and into your ear. "U Still wanna leave mama?"

You cry out when he goes deeper. Mixing up ur insides.

"Nah baby. Didn’t think so, ur a slut for this dick u never gonna leave me."

He’s talkin’ in your ear so nasty, hand tight on your throat, and reaching a hand to your lil clit makin’ you feel every stroke he’s giving you.

“Pussy too good to leave.”

“Say you mine mama.”

“You don’t want nobody else fuckin’ you like this. Be so fr.”

You grip onto the counter like it’s gonna save you from his animalistic strokes. hitting your spot soo good you see stars . Drooling and all

"I hate you," you gasp. Eyes rolling to the back of your head. ready to give him anything he wants.

"I know mama," he smirks. “cum on this dick."

You do. Loud, legs shaking, tears fallin, creaming all over it just as he said.

Mmhhh— fuck daddy I love you sm.

“Yess just like that baby”

After, y’all lay there on the floor, both breathin’ heavy.

You curled into his chest, lips puffy, mascara ruined.

He kisses your forehead.

"...Still mad at me?"

You nod. "Yup."

"...Still love me?"

You nod slower. "Yeah."

He smirks against your skin.

"You dramatic as hell."

"And you toxic."

"Yeah. But this dick bring peace."

Your breath still comin’ in stutters, legs barely holdin’ you up, panties dangling off one ankle.

You try to move away.

He grabs your wrist.

“Where you goin’, sweetheart?” Dazai asks, voice low and sticky like molasses.

“Gon’ to get a towel,” you mumble, cheeks hot.

He yanks you back.

“Nah. You not done.”

You blink up at him. “What?”

“You thought I was done after that lil’ kitchen meltdown?” He grins darkly. “You cute.”

He picks you up — literally — throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothin'. Walks straight to the bedroom.

You hitting his back, but not too hard. “Put me down!”

He spanks your ass once, open palm, loud.

You squeal, oww dazai thatt hurtt!!

Rubbing the stinging spot he says “Keep talkin’. I’ll tie you up and make you apologize with your mouth next lil girl.”

He tosses you on the bed like you light as air. Hoodie still on you, pulled up now, showing your waist and your ruined thong.

Dazai crawls over you, eyes locked on yours.

“You really was gon’ leave me?” he asks, voice raw.

You don’t answer. Opting to stay quiet

His hand wraps around your throat again — not tight, just enough to make you listen.

“Answer me.”

“I was mad.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he growls. “You was really gon’ walk out? After every time I been the one patchin’ you up when the world breaks you down?”

He pulls your legs apart again.

“I don’t need nobody runnin’ when shit gets ugly. You hear me?”

You nod, breathless.

“You mad at me?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“You love me?”

“…Yeah.”

“Good,” he growls. “Then take this dick like a good girl.”

He slides in again, slow this time. Real slow. Like he tryna teach your body a lesson.

Every inch makes you gasp. Knocking the air out your lungs,

He watches your face like it’s his favorite movie.

“You look soo pretty taking this dick”

“Fuck baby this mine,” he whispers.

You nod.

“Say it.”

“This yours.”

“Say my name.”

“Dazai—fuck—”

He thrusts deeper. Harder.

“Say it like you mean it.”

“DAZAI!” You scream out

He puts your legs over his shoulders, foldin’ you up. Hittin’ that spot that make your back arch and your eyes roll.

“Yeah,” he pants. “That’s it. Let me see you lose it mama.”

You try to keep quiet, but he grabs your chin.

“Nah. Don’t hold back. I wanna hear everything.”

You break. Moanin’ his name like a prayer. Scratches down his back. Beggin’ for him to slow down, speed up, something.

But he don’t stop. Just keeps strokin’ you into a puddle.

“You gon’ run from this again?” he pants.

“No daddy—!”

“You mine?”

“Yes—yes, Daddy, fuck—!”

When you finally come again — harder than before — your body tremblin', vision blurry, throat sore from screamin’… he collapses on top of you.

He still inside. Still twitchin’.

You whisper, “You gon’ disappear again?”

He kisses your jaw.

“No.”

You turn your head. “You always say that.”

He kisses your lips this time. Slower.

“I mean it this time.”

You look at him, half-naked, sweaty, bruised where you bit him.

“…You ain’t got no sense.”

He smirks. “But you love me.”

You sigh.

“Yeah. I do.”

He rolls onto his side, pulls you with him, dick still buried deep.

“You still mad?”

“Little bit.”

“…Wanna go for round 3?”

You just groan.

He already smirkin’.

“Boyy noo I’m donee”

End. But y’all gon' do it again next week. 😭

[littlemiss-keke]

The Gamer, The Dreamer, and Everything In Between | [Coryxkenshin x blk fem reader] | Changes prt2

TW-ANGST: Mr. Overprotective Cory, Karina and Cory go on a home date

Summary: Karina changes her appearance and Cory enjoys getting his hair done

Karina Pov

Sunday came by faster then expected. Cory and I were going out on our first date. I was nervous. It was my first date since...him, although, I wouldn't call hanging out with him and girl best friend who would constantly flirt with him a date. So really this was my actual first ever date. I was also getting my tattoos today. Early in the morning

When I got there I told them I would be getting 3 tattoos and what I wanted. They sat me down and told me to wait for the tattoo artist to get there. It was a female. Once she was done with the wrist and side underbreast tattoos she started the bikini line tattoo. I did

"So what is this one going to be?" She jokes.

"Um above myright bikini line. I want this: コリックスケンシン. It's my boyfriend's YT name in Japanese under it i want it to say 'Babygirl' " I explained

"Awww that's so cute." She says

"We're both youtubers actually. He's a gamer and I'm a volger. He's 'Coryxkenshin' and I'm 'Eyes on Karina'. I blab. She said her daughter is a huge fan of us both. Once she's done I pay her and we take a few pictures together.

I got home and took a shower and got ready for my date with Cory.

@Notcoryxkenshin: Wear something for a semi-fancy for our date. Pick you up soon. Xoxo.

I found this nice black dress. I straightened my hair with my steam straighter. After I put in my hoop earrings and black strap heels. I left Luna some food and water.

Cory knocked on my door. When I opened it he was holding a bonqete of light to a deeper fuchsia/magenta roses, feathery pink astilbe with small white clusters of flowers. He looked nice as well but not dressed for our date. I could sense sadness in his eye.

"What's wrong hun" I say cencer. I let him inside. It looked like it was about to rain in the next hour.

"Everything. The place I was going to take you closed early today because of a gas leak. It's about to rain and I know how much you hate rain. Not to mention my hair is-" he fast talked before cut him off

"Hey, hey, look at me. Breathe Cory breathe. Ok don't worry about it. We'll run to the store get the things I need for your hair. We'll cook something and we'll watch a movie here in the living room. We can reschedule our first date. This would be our substitute date." I say looking up into his eyes. He then calms down

"Thank you" he says

"No problem. I'll go get changed then we can go".

I quickly changed in one of his pullover hoodies I found/stole. It was a black hoodie with a large white spider with a red spiderweb underneath it. Above the spider, in a jagged, somewhat distressed red word "SCREAM" on it i pushed the long sleeves up. I also wore this with some black boody shorts.

...

We took my car to a hair store near by. Cory went to find me ruber bands while I was grabbing other things for Cory's hair when this guy was continually hitting on me and I told him I wasn't interested 3 times but he never gave up. I decided to ignore him, walk away, and go find Cory but the man grabbed my arm

"Let go of me" I said as I tried to yank my arm out of his grip but he was much stronger than me.

"Aye yo! Let my girl go!" We both see Cory marching over to us. The guy stands not losing his grip even with Cory is towering over him. I take opertunity and yank my arm back but he still doesn't let go.

"I said unhand her you troglodyte!" Cory yells at him. He loses his grip when more people walk in. I quickly pulled the sleeve but Cory still saw. We paid for our things and went to my car. I could tell Cory was still pissed. I see him look back at the store for 5 seconds he saw the guy walk out the store. I knew what was going to happen. I went to put my seat belt on only too wince in pain. Cory looks at me then the guy as he walks to his car. He stares at

"Cory I'm fine. Leave it alone" I say trying to get in the car. He ignores me

"Cory! look me!" He turns to look at me.

"LEAVE. IT." I say sternly. He huffs and gets back in the car.

...

I had changed into my 'around the house' chlothes which were shorts and a button up top with my lace set from earlier.

"Come on, I have to wash you your hair first" I say grabbing a chair and bringing it to my living room for later. He follows me then sits down on the floor. I bend over to turn on the water for the small, skinny showerhead. Once it's at the right temperature, I take down the showerhead, roll my sleeves up, and put my hair in a messy bun. I sit on Cory's lap and he immediately throws his head back and groaned of some sort of satisfaction. I let him play some music on my speaker.

"Is this ok love?" I say as I begin to wet his hair and run my fingers through it. He just hums

"Ya, that's feels really good" he says smiling. I did the 'Clarifying Shampoo Detox' Method for Cory's hair. He seems to be enjoying it more than me I believe.

As I continue his hair he started talking to pass time as scubaed his hair.

I noticed Cory looking at my ass for a long time.

"Romaji: Yori ni yotte, suuetto pantsu nante haite kuru hi ja nakatta" [I really chose the wrong day to wear sweatpants] Cory says in Japanese but I don't understand.

"Keep twerking and you about to have all my babies." He says making me laugh. He only looks at me dead serious. I then feel something poking my butt.

"Sorry, I was trying to-" he says embarrassed

"I know hun" I say. I could tell he wasn't trying to let it happen.

"Let me dry your hair love." I say getting up from his lap. His sits on the toilet and I grab a microfiber towel to dry his hair.

I parted his hair in six sections before damp drying and preping his hair for the twist. This took me fifteen minutes to finish. We move downstairs to the living room.

"I was thinking of doing this pineapple chicken bowl for dinner or are you hungry now?" I asked Cory.

"That sounds so good. I could wait until your done" he says honestly. I take out everything and put the rice on because it takes the longest to cook. I started to do the overhand twist working from back to front. We started having deep and funny questions about each other to get to know each other more. I was in the middle-going-to-the-top section of his hair.

"Ok, what is a parental pet peve you have?" Cory asked me while laughing.

"How parent tech there kids character roles that don't help them." I say

"Elaborate" he says

"Ok most parents tech there sons crying or showing emotion of sadness is a weakness. Like I would rather you come to me after having a hard day and be like "bae I had a rough day cuz blaza blaza" and depending what happened if you need to cry. Go ahead. Shoot I might cry with you. Like you guys are human just like us females. You shouldn't be called weak or less of a man just cuz what? You cry?" I say as I start the front of his hair.

"So, what you're saying is, if I have a rough day, I can come cry on your shoulder?" He asked

"I mean ya. I would want you too feel and be comfortable enough too." I say looking at him as I'm in front of him. He smiles at me. I finally finished the last five twist. I put hair oil in hair and massage it in.

"I love it when you have your fingers I'm my hair. Feels soooooo good" he says. I laughed as he closed his eyes. They're back open once I stop.

"You know what handsome? Give me your number." I say

"Wait really?" He asked

"Ya" I say putting my number in his phone.

"So I get to take you out again?"

"Yes" I say as we both smile

After we put up the food, we get Chinese food instead and change into something to sleep in. Later that night we fall asleep in the guest room together.

[raestarz]

Rookie Hour

Chapter Seven - No Time to Breathe

A/N: Hey guys!! Long time no see…So sorry for the very long very crazy disappearance… *Ahem* Without further ado!! Rookie Hour chapter seven!

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Hi, hello, and welcome back to the Surviving with Kyaire and Leon show! I’m your host, Kyaire Birkin! Let’s update y’all on where we are now! After a grueling time of solving yet another puzzle involving electricity, we finally got the second electrical part to open Ben’s cell. Poor Ben, what if he had a family? Friends? A lover? Oh god, what if I die without ever having a boyfriend? Oh god, oh god, oh god…Then suddenly, a voice draws me out of my thoughts as I figure out how to rearrange the electrical panels to power so the cell containing our deceased friend opens.

“Kyaire…? Hello? Kyaire?!” Leon shouts lowly, grabbing my shoulders and spinning me around to face him; I snap back to reality again. I’ve been spacing out a lot. This is irritating me. I look up at Leon and raise a brow. “Yeah?” I answer.

“Do you need help rearranging the electrical panels, or do you have it?” He asks with a cheeky smile, and I roll my eyes playfully in response. “I’ve got it, rookie.” I turn back around, focusing on the panels, while Leon looks for any possible threats until I get a ding, and the greyed-out light hums yellow again. “Smart one, Matilda!” I exclaim happily giving myself a pat on the back. Leon responds in turn, “You got it? Let’s just hope that giant freak doesn’t appear again like he did last time.” The cell door slides open, and I slink in, grabbing the parking pass from around his neck. Seeing a tape recorder in his jacket, I click the play button, hearing a conversation between Ben and Annette talking about her work within the orphanage and Umbrella; Ben then brings up the G-virus…? What the fuck is that? I thought that was something Annette and Dad were working on solving problems at work…not creating. I gasp softly, and the recording is quickly cut short after Ben calls her a bitch…Which is rightly deserved, to be frank. I groan, standing up and turning to Leon; I open my mouth and then hear a swift clink of doors opening and a gaggle of zombies groan.

“Leon…? What’s that?!” I shout over my shoulder, finally taking in Ben’s poor form.

“A shit show! Let’s go!” Leon shouts back at me, firing his gun to take down a couple of zombies. “And our giant friend is back, so let’s go!” I quickly scramble to my feet and grab my gun, shooting down as many as I can with him. Hearing a quick curse from Leon, I realize this may be it for us that I need to tell him how I feel because I don’t wanna die in this stupid situation without telling him. But maybe we’ll make it? Perhaps we can make it out; I need to focus so I can go to dumb college and get out of this dumb city. As I’m zeroing in on my focus, Leon pulls out a grenade tossing it into the group, stunning that giant fuck and killing more than half of his little lackeys. He grabs my hand, running us past the zombies, and I bend over, narrowly missing that giant’s fist as he comes to; we continue to run.

“Leon! I gotta tell you something!” I shout as we run down the hall.

“Really?! Right now?!” He yells back over his shoulder as he shoots a zombie in the face, letting go of my hand as we continue to run; I mourn the warmth of his hand but shake my head, focusing on the current objective. I shoot at a zombie in front of us as I take a breath and finally commit to telling him.

“I think my parents are the cause of this virus!” I shout, and he stops running, pausing to look at me.

“What?” He yells, and his jaw drops, looking at me quite shocked. Which ladies and gentlemen, I’m not surprised at how else would you react when you find out someone you’ve been surviving with parents were in fact, not victims of this massive tragedy but! Were the creators? How would y’all react? Any takers? Oh wait you guys can’t respond…Anyway. I look at him stopping for a second, before I hear the big guy's big foot steps again, I grab his wrist tugging him.

“Yell, ask questions, and scream at me later we gotta go!” I yell snapping him out of his daze as I pull him toward the parking garage, giving a silent prayer to whichever God is listening to save us from this bullshit. As soon as we come in and round the corner. Mr. FeeFiFoFum decides to fucking BURST through the wall and grabs us both by the throat. I’ll be frank with you guys, I’m starting to wish my suicide attempts actually went through because I rather not deal with this. While I’m thinking this as he chokes us out, which you know I’m into but not this way guys. I hear a SWAT truck rev to life and I turn my head as my mystery hero hits the giant with the car into the wall leaving him twitching and then he goes still me and Leon catch our breath, coughing for dear air, sweet beautiful needed air. Ada steps out of the vehicle, I roll my eyes despite my lack of oxygen to my brain, I can still be my sassy assholeish self. 

“Ada!?” Leon exclaims looking up at her astonished and enamored…? Bitch seriously? Leon, I’m right here!! Also, I’m not lying about my identity like Miss “FBI agent” over here. Ugh! Wait, why am I thinking like this? I don’t like Leon; I need to focus! Ada and I make eye contact both squinting at each other as I scramble to my feet, crossing my arms as she scoffs, “This is getting old…” She walks past us, turning back slightly, while I help Leon to his feet; he mutters a small thanks.

Ada continues ahead of us while scolding us, “Saving your asses─that’s twice.” Holding up two fingers, I flick her off from behind her head while Leon gives me a look. I grimace slightly before putting down the finger. “I didn’t realize you were keeping score,” Leon responds snarkily, and I giggle slightly as we follow her.

She turns towards us, exasperated, “Look, this isn’t a game!” I hear the truck creak as the big fucker starts to lift the truck, and I groan, “You gotta be kidding me!” 

“Nothing dies down here!” Ada complains.

“You’ve got that right,” Leon responds with a groan as he takes out his gun, and suddenly the truck explodes. Huh…Well, thank you, lady luck, for the favor, and then realized our lady luck was Ada…I groan softly, seeing her with the detonator in hand; after I protect my face from the blast, giving her a nod in thanks, Ada smiles back, and she addresses Leon, “I take it you have the keycard?” 

“Nope,” I chide her with a smirk, “I do, and I also have this, but” I take out the tape recorder. Ada reaches out for it, but I yank it back just out of reach, “Not until you tell me what the hell is going on and what you know about my parents and this outbreak,” I start to hand it to her when she nods after a long while of debilitating over it. I snatched it back from her at the last minute, “You better explain what’s on it.” Ada snides at me then takes it from my hands.

“Maybe…After I hear it.” She responds with a smirk eyeing Leon softly, after my face falls, yeah this it. This is the moment I’ve decided to hate her, because what the hell. If I have a moment to shoot her in the knee without getting Leon to side against me with her, I will definitely do it because I’ll be damned if she plays me guys. I’m nudged out of my thoughts by Leon, “Ky…?” He whispers softly nodding his head toward Ada waiting at the shutter ahead of us with her arms crossed.

“Don’t be such a sore loser, Kyaire,” she mocks me softly. I roll my eyes, flicking her off while inserting the parking pass into the ticket machine, the shutter slowly coming up as all three of us walk out and under the shutter going into the street. I trail behind Leon and Ada as they walk ahead, I hear the pair talk about what’s on the tape recorder while I pull my hood up as I hear the patter of the rain. 

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“Kyaire, you with us?” Leon calls to me, looking back at me as I zone back into the world. I look up at him and nod, as I take in his features I notice more of the brown hair he tried to hide while trying to bleach his hair, the softness of the blue in his stare but there’s an unsureness about his look. Oh right he’s waiting for me to follow him, I pick up my pace as I realize Ada was waiting on me and rolled her eyes. I look up and see Kendo’s gun shop, “Kendo…?” I ask the two.

“Road’s out. We gotta cut through here, got a problem?” Ada asks, putting her hand on her hip, I push past her and take out my key into Kendo’s gun shop, unlocking the door and opening it. “What a mess…” Ada scoffs, walking past me. Leon hums and grabs a couple things around the gun shop adding a shotgun attachment to his shotgun. I grab some ammo and get stopped in my tracks hearing a shout, “Don’t move!”

I silently trail up with my gun ready ahead of me, I see Kendo with his shotgun near Leon’s head. “Kendo, don’t!” I shout coming out of the shadows stepping between Leon and Kendo, putting my hand on his shotgun slowly lowering it. “What’re you doing here? Where’s Emma and Christina?” I ask him, Kendo slowly registers that it's me with a sad look falling over his face at the mention of his daughter and wife.

“Christina…Christina’s…gone.” He chokes out, and Leon places his hand on my shoulder. I look back at him. “You know this guy?” Leon asks.

“I babysit his daughter,” I respond to him and I suddenly focus back into my conversation with Kendo, I swallow softly and look at him as he looks to the back of the shop asking him, “Where’s Emma, Kendo?” The door to the back opens and I hear Emma’s small voice croak out, “Daddy…?” I gasp softly as I see her sickly frame and her softly tan skin greying and one of her eyes slightly glazed over as the monsters we’ve seen before.

“I think your daughters need help, sir.” Leon says as he takes her in as well, Ada comes out pointing her gun at Emma and I immediately point my gun at her at the same time as Kendo, Ada unwavers in pointing her gun .

“Ada, so help me God, put that fucking gun down!” I yell at her, Kendo steps behind me between Emma and Ada’s trained gun, Ada cocks her head to the side, “Step aside. We need to terminate her before she turns.” Her voice stern and unwavering before I can respond Kendo yells back, “‘Terminate’? That’s my fucking daughter!” Leon looks between Ada, Kendo and I bewildered unsure what to do before deciding to be the voice of reason.

“Ada…Just let them be.” He tries to reason with her, Ada slowly lowers her gun but I keep mine trained on her. “Ky…Look at me,” I glance at him and back at Ada, because I am truly sick of her bullshit. I can get lying but shooting an innocent kid?! Leon comes between my gun and Ada reasonably so, because well I am contemplating shooting her and honestly? I should, but as I look into Leon’s eyes as he puts his hand on my pistol slowly lowering it as I do follow his actions as well. I take a deep breath and let it out, realizing she is our key out and my key to finding out what's going on further no matter how much she wants to let on for me.

I walk past Leon and lean against the door holstering my gun, Kendo keeps his shotgun trained on Ada as he addresses Emma and my heart breaks for them knowing the little girl I saw grow may be mercy killed and reasonably so. “Emma, sweetheart, I told you to stay put…” He addresses her sweetly, he turns to her checking on Emma and kneels next to her petting her hair and holding her close to his chest. “Daddy…?” Emma murmurs softly, “Yeah, Emmie. Daddy’s here. I’m here, okay?” He cradles her back crying into her shoulder a bit, murmuring under her breath Kendo turns his attention to Leon and shouts, “You’re a cop. You’re supposed to know something—how did this happen!? HUH!?” Leon looks at Ada and Ada keeps her eyes trained on Emma obviously in case of her turning but I hope she knows as soon as she tries it, I’m trying it quicker…I hope. I snap back into reality as Emma whispers softly, “Mommy…?” 

Kendo turns back to her holding her by the arms as she stares at us, maybe a part of me is hoping she’ll recognize me but I don’t know if I can take anymore heartbreak from this scene. I look away, feeling tears roll down my eyes and wiping my eyes as quickly as I can trying to keep a brave face. Leon gently grabs my hand from my face and squeezes it gently, my heart skips a beat but this truly isn’t the time for any of this. “Mommy’s sleeping honey, okay? And I’m gonna put you to bed too, okay?” Kendo tells her gently as he picks her up and starts to take her to the back, addressing us one more time, “Just go…Just give us some privacy.” He chokes out between tears, closing the door behind them and as soon as they’re gone I look at Ada with a look that could kill and she feels it as she looks at me.

“You know, it’s one thing to keep the truth from me! But why him…?” Leon asks and all three of us look at the backdoor as soon as we hear a gunshot, I start to silently pray there isn’t a second one. Leon continues from before, “I want to find out what’s happening here—” I interject and place a hand on his shoulder after quickly gathering myself. “Can we just take a moment, Leon? To breathe or just…something.” I breathe to him, completely overwhelmed with everything happening within the last couple of hours and Leon looks completely betrayed. “I don’t for someone who grew up here and knew them…I thought you’d be more immediate on this especially you knowing them,” he points toward the door, I open my mouth to reply and he continues, “but, I guess I don’t know you as well as I thought I did.” Just when I thought I knew pain, this is completely different from what I’ve known. It’s a different type of heartbreak than from before, than from what went on with Kendo and Emmie.

Ada steps in, “You two can argue later, I’ll tell you two my mission. It’s to take down Umbrella's entire operation. We may not make it out. But, I need you to have two clear thoughts to do this as a team especially if things go awry.” Leon steps toward Ada placing a hand on her shoulder, “Whatever it takes to save this city…count me in.” He states giving her a kind smile, glancing at me slightly and I let out a low sigh looking away from them crossing my arms.

I don’t know where we stand at this point.