#but he just emailed me this morning!!!! cause i still have the same work email

[despite-everything]

feeling optimistic??

#i just got an email from an old coworker/friend ive been missing #but i didnt have his cell number and he only has a flip phone so i was worried about tracking him down #(like i was planning on searching his name online a bunch this summer to figure out maybe where hes working so i could find him lol) #but he just emailed me this morning!!!! cause i still have the same work email #and im fucking stoked. i gotta write him back but i thinkkkk hes living where im planning to move this summer #which would be fantastic #and i got a letter from my friend from field school #shes been in botswana for months so i havent been able to talk to her really #but i got her letter and im so fucking happy about tha #idk man. ive spent years of my life loving people who didnt give a fuck about me back #and it just feels so wonderful (but kinda scary!) to be finding that there are people who like me too #tree talks

[jackiepackiee]

Hear me out. What if one day Chuuya finds out that the reader was also experimented on.

TW:scars, leaked information, trauma

Chuuyax reader

𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝓍 𝐸𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹! 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 - 𝓁𝒶𝒷 𝒶𝒷𝓊𝓈𝑒

𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒 - 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒

Chuuya is DEVASTATED

How come his sweet and gentle lover has been hurt

He would take every ounce of pain from you into himself if given the chance

And his initial reaction, however he found out, will be hard to stomach

He’s in shock

“No… no no that’s not true. You had that good childhood, and you’ve been treated good by everyone. Just like you deserve, right? Right?”

Wide eyes traveled the room mindlessly. His brain was too occupied by thoughts to see anything beyond patches of color and light.

It was obvious what was going on in his head.

First, his experience. What he knows of the pain that still cause shakes and shivers in his body. The absolute mental devastation caused by the storm in his heart and mind from knowing his past.

Secondly, he sees you in the same position. Screaming, blood over your plush skin. Eyes dazed, far away from the world around you. Whatever world you may have been in that allowed you to be treated so poorly. Because if you had gotten hurt, it must’ve been a world Chuuya wasn’t part of.

“Right?”

“I’m sorry…”

“Sorry? No, fuck. Don’t be sorry, don’t you dare say that.”

In a split second he crossed the distance and pulled you into his chest.

“I’ll kill them all.”

Of course he would lie down his life for you, but this information increases that tenfold

You’re not fragile, that much is obvious, but after learning how close you were to death he strives for your life

Whatever it takes

“Chuuya, I do not need a bodyguard. It’s just down the block! And this boy needs a walk anyways!”

The dog barked in agreement, sorta. But Chuuya would not budge. No puppy eyes work on him when it comes to your safety.

“No. You can talk him on the walk, and go to the market. But one of my subordinates is going with you. I have some emails to write.”

“But!”

“No buts, love. It’s for your own good.”

He pet the doggies head while speaking sternly to you. Little did you know, it wasn’t just one subordinate. He had a whole team on your saftey detail at all times outside of work and home.

And if those scientists are still alive?

Not anymore… it will be a MASSACRE that the news will cover for months

“Hey baby, did you see the news this morning?”

You asked, on a whim as you scribbled a shitty signature on some paperwork.

“No, why?”

“Some old facilities blew up. It was crazy. Reports said none of the victims died in the explosion. They all died by these terrible and violent ways. Like torture and stuff… gives me the chills.”

That was his cause, you. The cute way you told him about every little thing you heard. The funny actions you do to make show of your words.

All his to watch, and not theirs to ruin.

“No baby, I didn’t hear about that. How interesting.”

I hate to bring it up, but it makes him feel worse about himself

How can you, someone who went through the same as him, still be so kind?

Why isn’t he like you?

He doesn’t see himself as sweet or gentle, he’s a monster and a threat to everyone he loves

And he thinks he lacks the humanity that you “still have” that allowed you to grow so kind

You stalked into the bedroom, tense at the fact that the door was closed. He usually would leave it open?

“Chuu? I saw your shoes at the door, I know you’re home-”

There he was, his ginger hair on full display. Hat in his hands to his chest. Said chest on his knees, curled into a ball of black clothing.

His torso expanded and contracted with each exchange of air.

“…was it work? Meetings with Mori su-”

Words failed. Minuscule things such as meetings at work would cause this. Would cause Chuuya Nakahara to cry.

“You weren’t supposed to be home.”

“…what?”

“You weren’t supposed to be home. I was supposed to be alone, and… and I- I dunno.”

Whines left his mouth when you kissed his cheek.

As if Judas to Jesus, he burned at your affection. Unworthy of something so…human.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“Living, and loving. That’s what you’ve done.”

This isnt meant to be spicy, but sex is sex 🤷🏻‍♀️

And obviously if you’re going to be doing that, he’ll see your scars

For a couple who both has their fair share of scars, this likely isn’t the way the experiments were revealed

It takes a hell of a lot of trust to show yourself so vulnerable to anyone

But he loves each indent

He sees not the pain, but the growth then on

When you cuddle, he’ll get dazed and start rubbing circles on section of skin

Doesn’t mind them at all, even if they are dark and large

He has the same, and is no hypocrite

Not proofread lol

#bsd x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #bsd fanfic #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x fem!reader #chuuya x you

[xxnghtclls]

Flickering Lights

Chapter 2: A Tall, Pink Haired Man

Chapter (1/3)

True Form Sukuna x Reader

For tags and synopsis, please see Chapter 1!

Bam!

You slam the door shut behind you. Finally you’re home in your small apartment, still thinking about what happened in your office. Sitting down on one of your two chairs, you absentmindedly tap with your key into the surface of your kitchen table.

Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.

“Who was that?” you mumble to yourself, while your leg is wiggling nervously. “Where and… why? Four eyes and four arms, too?”

A pause.

Tap. Tap.

“HOW?” you blurt out loudly and distort your face in confusion. Your brain is so tired.

Shaking your head, you decide to get up and get a hot shower.

-Monday me- is going to have a huge problem, leaving the office like this.

“This” meaning a broken window, a crack in the floor and the wall. Your computer is for the trashcan, too. A fucking mess.

Motherfucker. 

You kind of hope it was a dream, a hallucination or a lightning. Monday you will get back to your same old habit, going to work and writing emails, lists and calculations. And then Tuesday. And then Wednesday. Thursday. Friday.

Sigh.

Rashhhhh

You close the shower curtain in front of your face and turn on the water. Warm steamy drops are tickling your face and calming your nerves. Sleepiness washes over you with the steamy warmth and you’re quick to finish soaping you up. You let out a big yawn, as you turn off the water and step out. 

“Time for bed.” you sigh, before you brush your teeth and dry yourself. Taking your phone with you, you carry yourself up the ladder to your elevated sleeping space. The perks of living in tokyo.

Mini studio apartments.

Crawling onto the futon, you pull the blanket up to your nose. A last time you peek onto your phone, before your eyes shut themselves.

- 01:38 a.m. -

“Goodnight...” you mumble, before you fall asleep. “Stranger.”

♫ Up with the sun, gone with the wind, she always said I was lazy-

“The fuck?” you breathe into the darkness, still half asleep, as you peek onto your phone, trying not to get blind from your display brightness.

- 6:00 a.m. - 

“Ughhh shut up, Bob.” you groan, as you shut your alarm off. You must have forgotten to adjust the settings in your alarm to workweek only, after you had to get up for an out of schedule meeting last saturday. 

But, today is free.

You close your eyes and think about what you want to do today.

Get new earphones perhaps. Get groceries. Find out who…who…  

Zzzzz…

After a moment, you send another peek to your phone.

- 10:12 a.m. -

“Good morning sunshine.” you grumble to your sleepy self, before you yawn and stretch. “Sorry Bob, now you can sing.” you mumble and put on Bob Seger’s song that ripped you out of sleep earlier. 

-play-

“Travelin maan, love when I caan. Turn loose my hand ‘cause I’m goiingg.” you sing, as you’re making yourself some eggs for breakfast, checking your social media inbetween. You roll your eyes, as you read that there’s some unnecessary discourse over something unimportant AGAIN and you swear to yourself, that you’re going to delete that app sooner or later. It just makes you angry. 

Fucking idiots.

Your eggs are ready and you sit down, take a bite and text your bestie Mio. 

Oy. Akiba in 45 mins?

👍

Good. Need new headphones. Mine broke last night.

No wonder. Get some real ones.

You huff at her text.

“No way.” you smile, as you’re putting your phone away and shove the last bite of eggs into your mouth. You need to get dressed quickly, in order to catch the next train to Akihabara. 

On your trainride, you stare out of the window across from you. Listen to the railway and see the houses passing by, the sun shining onto the roofs, before the train goes underground again. Silhouettes and moving lights run along the window.

Moving lights. Flickering lights.

And suddenly you remember last night. 

What happened?

That creature, that… man. 

How unusual he looked and how his eyes pierced through your soul. 

Uncanny. 

You wonder if you should tell Mio about it. 

Maybe not…

Maybe it was a dream or a hallucination or a lightning after all.

…That rip in space definitely.

But what if he was not?

“Excuse me, is everything alright?” an elderly woman that’s sitting right next to you asks you. 

You must’ve zoned out, looking so concentrated… maybe even, as if you’re constipated or something. 

“No, I’m fine. Sorry- I mean, thank you.” you force a smile at her, before you pull out your phone to look busy at least.

And you start to scroll on your socials. 

And scroll.

And scroll. 

And scroll.

Not thinking anything, just remembering that man’s face. Those tattoos. The nose.

Kinda pretty nose, you think as your lips turn into a pout.

Two slits in his eyebrows.

That mask.

So interesti-

Wait what?

Interesting…?

Sigh.

…He is.

You get out at Suehirocho Station and walk to the next 7-eleven, the point where you’re going to meet with Mio. She’s not there yet, so you decide to walk in and buy an Onigiri. 

Only one? 

No, two. 

For later. 

Of course you open the first one immediately and bite into it. The first bite is always the best.

Goddamn.

You love it. Closing your eyes, to savour the taste, you stand in front of the store, enjoying the bliss.

“Oy, peanut!” Mio’s voice comes up behind you. You turn around and nudge your head to her, shooting her a look. 

“What’s up?” you say with your mouth full.

“Got one for me, too?” she eyes your Onigiri.

“No.” you bite into it another time.  

She cocks her eyebrows at you, probably already knowing that you bought two and that you don’t want to share, before a little pout cracks upon her lips.

“Get your own!” you complain, before she pokes her finger into your arm. 

“I’ll get you some snacks later!” she coos.

“Fine!” complain and offer her a bite of your last piece. 

“Mwuah hah hah!” she laughs deeply in excitement, before she gulps down the whole remaining Onigiri. “I know you love me.”

“Ehhh.” you sigh, letting your shoulders sink, disappointed that she ate it all.

“Sorry.” she brushes off her hands on her jacket. “Anyway, let’s go, my greedy little peanut.” she says, before she hooks her arm into yours. “Did you cut your hair?” 

You laugh her question off, as you both start to walk into the city.

While on the search for new 5000 yen headphones, you both keep bullying each other lovingly, laugh and talk about the week. No matter how exhausting your workweek is, she always manages to distract your mind, makes you feel not as lonely. She really is the light of your week. 

You don’t really know how it came to this. To feel like this in this city of millions. You used to go out, to dance and fuck a guy every now and then. But maybe it was just the start of how you feel now. The nights of clubbing grew rare, the nights at the computer and phone listening to music grew more frequent. Because nothing could really satisfy it. This hole in your heart. Listening to music helps. Spending time with Mio helps, but only to a degree. Because you wish for a change in your life. More than work and eat and shower and sleep. More than everyday life.

However, you decide not to tell her about what happened last night. Maybe you’ve gone crazy after all. Even if you’re not, you still feel odd about it. Feel, like it might be the change you yearned for, an adventure. 

Feel like it only belongs to you.

Quickly you find some new headphones and earn a mocking joke from the side, while Mio continues to buy herself a new phone case. Huge, pink and with little glittery stones and charms.

So ugly.

“Don’t look at me like that, when you’re the one who walked around with a Hello Kitty phone for the longest time!” she complains.

“At least I wasn’t mistaken for a disco ball.” you sneer at her.

You walk to another store to get your promised snacks and after a while, when the hottest gossip is done being discussed, you catch yourself getting silent inbetween.

Because your mind wanders off.

Because you remember.

Those eyes.

Dangerous.

Sometimes she notices and throws you a glance, but you just wave it off, excuse it with sleepless nights because of work. 

And she buys it.

At least you hope she does.

“I need to get home.“ you sigh, as you arrive at the next train-station. “I still need to get some groceries. I’m gonna gonna see you next week?”

She sighs too and stops in her tracks. You turn and look to her, seeing her face turning serious. Suddenly the energy shifts. You halt and frown at her in confusion.

Something’s wrong.

“What?” you ask. 

“I need to tell you something.” she looks to the ground and it makes you worried.

“What is it?” you poke her shoulder. 

She hesitates.

“You’re gonna hate it…” she mumbles and your heart starts pounding. You hate situations like this. Last time she acted like this, she told you she lost the one pair of very expensive headphones you bought in your life. You hated her for it, but you learned your lesson. 

Crossing your arms, you keep staring at her, almost holding your breath, trying to remember what kind of item you possibly could’ve lent her recently.

A pause.

“I’ll be on a work trip.-”

“Jesus.” you complain, as you exhale loudly in relief, rolling your eyes.

“For the next week.” she continues, a smug smirk on her face. So proud, knowing to have you fooled so good. “Coming back on Sunday night.”

You sigh.

“I’ll manage!” you exclaim snobbish into her face, but deep down, you know it’s gonna be hard. You’re not gonna see her for two weeks and you’re gonna miss her. A lot. Next to the fact that you can’t meet up with her next weekend, she’ll be busy too and not be able to text you much during the week either.

She punches your shoulder, before you grab her sleeve.

“Come.” you tug on it. “We gotta wish you a safe travel and return.” you mumble, as you drag her with you.

“Huh?” she exclaims, but gives up and willingly walks down to the underground with you. 

“I didn’t go to the Meiji shrine in a while. Let’s hang up an Ema there.” you fiddle with her sleeve, as you’re both sitting next to each other in the train towards Yoyogi Station.

“Is everything alright?” she asks and you notice real concern in her voice. 

She knows something’s up.

“I think I need to go out more, Mio.” you mumble. “If you’re not here to cheer me up, I need to see someone else then.”

“Sounds as if you’re already have someone in mind.” she jokes and you feel the heat rising in your ears, feel caught.

“Yeah.” you fake-laugh, before you try to change the topic. “Where are you going next week?”

“We’re going to have some meetings in Gifu. But also team-building events, this sort of stuff.” she says, while fiddling with her new phone case and you nod.

“Never went there.” you respond. “Tell me if it’s nice, yes?” 

“Sure, little peanut.” she smiles, before she looks back at you. You smile back before, looking around in the wagon.

“Maybe you should go out while I’m gone.” she says, making you look back at her. “Try to focus less on work and have some fun. Treat yourself.” she punches you in your arm again. 

Hard.

“Ow!”

“It’s just work after all.”

“I shall.” you hiss, while you rub your hand over the soon-to-be bruise, as the train stops at Harajuku-Station.

After a short walk, Mio and you arrive at the entrance of the shrine. It’s busy, just like the last time you visited, but as soon as you walk through the Torii, it grows calmer with each second. You might not believe, that in you’re a city of millions, when you walk through the beautiful area around the shrine. Trees and plants seal yourself off the loud noises of the streets. 

Quiet.

Maybe I need a vacation.

“I’m thirsty.” Mio longingly says, as you walk past the huge Sake barrels. 

You snort at her comment.

“Mio Mio Mioooo.” you squeak like a bird. “You called me greedy.”

“That’s what you are.” she chimes. “I know you still have that second Onigiri in your jacket.”

“Shut your mouth.” you smile, while you look up to see the sunlight shine through the branches of the trees, as a gentle breeze flows against your faces. It’s beautiful at this place, but somehow, a weird feeling grows in your gut. 

After a ten minute walk along the shrines nature, you arrive at the camphor trees where the Emas are hanged upon. Mio steps forward, reading some of the wishes that are already hung up. After purchasing a little wooden plate yourself, you tipple to the desks and start writing. 

For my lovely Mio. 

Please let her have the safest travel, a lot of fun and a more safer return to her little peanut.

You draw a little raccoon in the corner, since that’s her favourite animal and turn around, ready to hang it up, only to notice, that Mio holds a little wooden plate in her own hand as well.

“No! I already got one!” you wiggle it into her direction, before you hang it up. 

She steps into the corner of your eyes, hanging her own plate right next to yours. You’re about to complain that she bought an unnecessary one, as your eyes catch what she wrote.

For my lovely y/n.

Please let her have the most fun, good food and a little adventure, until her Mio returns.

“Is this for me?” you ask with wide eyes.

“Bro, it’s your name right there!” she sneers as if you’re stupid, tapping her knuckle loudly against the plate.

Your heart warms up, before you continue in a serious voice.

“You forgot to draw a cat.” 

“I cannot draw a cat.”

“Bullshit. Everyone can draw a cat.” you wave her off and turn around, only to see-

Oh shit.

You freeze in your spot, as you see that tall man from last night standing in front of the holy praying area of the shrine. His back is turned to you, but his height, his black cloak and the pink spiky hair is proof enough.

A sinister energy reaches your feet and crawls up your legs.

“What’s up?” Mio asks, as she notices how you froze in your spot, tugging at your sleeve.

Your heart starts pounding. 

Badum. Badum. Badum.

In the corner of your eyes, you see Mio catching focus on that man herself.

“I’ve never seen a guy that tall-“

“Me neither.” you mumble, while you keep staring. In the corners of your eye, you see many people walking around the mean, peeking and staring and mumbling about his unusual appearance.

He walks up the stairs, shoving a middle aged woman out of his way. She tipples, looses balance and-

Bam!

falls down the stairs, while he’s stepping closer to the doors that lead to the praying area. The huge doors, that now don’t seem to tall in comparison anymore.

“Disrespectful asshole!” Mio exclaims in disgust, as an appalled gasp is heard from the by-standing people and the feeling in your gut grows into a huge lump. Others rush to the woman to help her back up, and Mio wants to go forward too, but you grab her sleeve, holding her back. You stay silent, as you keep watching the man intensely, seeing him lay his right hand on the wooden surface of the saisen-bako that’s placed inbetween the doors. People start to talk to him, try to get his attention, but he is ignoring them, concentrated on doing what he came to do. 

Your eyes are fixated on his hand, a tattooed black ring decorating his wrist. The people around him grow louder and louder, but the sound grows mute in your ears. Almost as if you’re hypnotised, you watch how the wooden surface starts to vibrate, the lines between his hand and the wood start to blur. A deep humming starts to vibrate in your ear, just like last night.

Mio notices your trance and calls you, but you hear without hearing. 

Whatever he’s doing, it has you in his grip.

Mio calls you again, louder and snips her fingers in front of your face to wake you from your trance but you keep being fixated on his hand until-

“Hey!” another man loudly exclaims and tugs on his cloak to get his attention. Without even looking, the pink haired man flicks his left hand and suddenly the throat of the other man bursts with blood and his head falls from his shoulders.

Fwip! 

Pap.. Pap… pap.

Down the stairs it falls and rolls. Your heart drops and everyone starts to scream, as your eyes widen in horror. Blood splatters everywhere, as the head rolls and comes to a halt next to the woman, coating the holy grounds with red essence.

“Y/N!!” Mio calls your name again, now very loud and clear, making your body finally start moving.

You meet Mio’s eyes and grab her wrist, before you run towards the entrance, already seeing security guards run into the opposite direction. Other people run in panic as well, shoving you out of their way, almost make you stumble. For some reason, shortly before you can run through the huge gate, you need to turn around.

Turn around.

The time slows down.

Exhale.

You look.

Focus.

And he turns around, too. Making your eyes meet his for the split of a second, before you turn back forward again, running through the gate.

Inhale.

Sirens are already howling in the distance, as Mio and you and many other people run through the shrine grounds in order to get back to the entrance you came from. Your heart is pounding in your throat and your throat is as dry as sand, as you finally reach the streets. A glance to Mio and a nod from her confirm that you will not separate your ways right now. She’ll come with you.

Bam!

Zschk Zing!

You lock your front door behind you, as Mio sighs loudly, slumping down on one of your kitchen chairs.

“Jesus.” you sigh under your breath, your hands still lingering on the door-lock, your eyes staring into nothing. The image of that mans head rolling down those stairs keeps replaying in your head. 

“Gonna make tea.” Mio says, before she gets up and fills the cattle.

You blink and shake your head, before you turn around and sit down on the other chair on the adjacent corner of the table. 

You have seen some bad stuff on the internet before. Multiple times unfortunately. However it’s still different to see such things in real life.

“The police will get him right?” she asks. 

“Maybe they shot him on sight.” you mumble. “Most probably.” you try to assure her and yourself.

She hums and the kettle starts to whistle.

Louder and louder.

Louder and louder.

Until Mio takes it from the stove and fills your cups with water.

You take a sip and the warmth flows through your body, making you feel better in an instant. 

“I still got no groceries.” you mumble into your cup.

“Let’s just wait a bit. It’ll be safe in a few hours.” she mumbles into hers.

A pause.

And you ponder.

“He wouldn’t have slashed that man, if he let him do his thing in peace.” you sip absentmindedly. “Whatever he was doing.” you add and she glances over to you, cocking an eyebrow.

“If he didn’t shove that woman down the stairs, he wouldn’t have been bothered.” she responds annoyed. “Nothing he was doing can justify this.”

“Yeah.”

Another pause.

“Doesn’t matter now, they probably shot him.” she sighs. 

Your eyebrows twitch at the thought. Somehow, you don’t feel like it’s true.

A few silent hours go by, sipping tea, trying to calm down. Both of you avoid to read the news, try to distract you from what just happened, talk about anything, except about what happened at the shrine today.

And somehow, it works. They probably shot him after all.

The sun sets and it grows dark outside. Mio taps on her phone.

- 10:13 p.m. - 

“I think I should go now.” she sighs. “Gotta get up early tomorrow.” 

You inhale deeply, knowing it’s the last time you’re gonna see her for at least two weeks.

“Alright.” you exhale, as you stand up and walk her to your door. “Text me when you’re at the station, k?” 

“Sure, peanut. The police is probably still roaming around. And if not they got him.” she smiles at you and leans in for a tight hug. “Gonna miss you.” she whispers in your ear and it almost makes you tear up.

What today happened was a lot for you and now you have to deal with it alone, if the distraction looses its effect. For two whole weeks.

“Gonna miss you, too!” you sniff into her ear and press her against you, before you separate.

“Stop crying, bitch.” she jokes and boops your nose. 

You stick out your tongue and with wet eyes, you unlock your front door. 

“Here you go, your Majesty. Please return safely.” you bow, trying to overact your upcoming crying-session and it makes her giggle. 

“It’ll be fine.” she waves you off and walks down the hallway. “I’m a big girl.”

“Text me!” you yell after her, before you close and lock up the door.

Zschk Zing!

Silence.

Too silent.

You grab your back and pull out the new headphones you bought. In all the hectic you forgot to properly charge them, but luckily, they always are charged halfway up when you buy them. 

You sit down on your kitchen chair and go to your phone’s settings, to connect it via bluetooth with your headphones. 

It worked.

You put them on and scroll through your music library, not sure what will give you the right mood for now. If you want more distraction or if you want to cry. Already feeling an empty feeling spreading in your heart, you scroll and scroll and your eyes keep watering.

Maybe crying it is. 

Mio didn’t text yet and you hope she’s about to arrive safely at the station. It’s just a short walk anyway. You keep scrolling. Being a person who listens to almost everything, it’s difficult to choose sometimes. Closing your eyes, you tap on shuffle, letting fate decide what song to play.

But right in the moment, when the song is about to start, a loud knocking is heard on your door.

Knock. 

Knock. 

Knock.

You quickly look to the door.

Mio? 

Maybe she forgot something.

Without turning off the music, you put your headphones on the table and tipple to the front door.

“Mio, is that you?” you call.

No answer.

You frown in suspicion, before looking through the peephole. 

And your heart drops into your socks, as you see a deformed fish-eye version of a stranger.

A tall, pink haired man.

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[gretahayes]

"I think," Tim says, "that this is wholly unnecessary."

"Tough," Dick says flatly. "You came here, you know that?" Tim pushes his plate of eggs and toast away subtly and Dick unsubtly pushes it back at him. "Least I can do is feed you." If this can even count as feeding the kid. In Dick’s defense, the kid showed up at seven in the morning on an empty stomach, and Dick wasn’t going to leave him hungry.

"I'm just saying, I would’ve been fine with like, yogurt or some fruit," Tim says, but takes the hint and eats a bite of toast. He pauses, as if realizing, wait, he is hungry after all, and shovels egg into his mouth. He chews and swallows. "Woah," he says. "This is good."

"It's eggs and toast," Dick says. He didn't have any of the sugary stuff kids like, because he didn't shop with Tim in mind but maybe he should start doing so, if the kid’s going to keep showing up. And it's probably better than whatever he’s been making for himself in that house of his, because if the kid could cook semi-decent, he wouldn't be showing up hungry so often.

"Still good," Tim says stubbornly. He gulps down his orange juice and reaches for Dick’s pantry, digging out some bagels. Growing boys and their hunger. He tears off a bite of one with his teeth, just like that, "Batman's been doing better lately."

It’s always about Batman with this kid. Batman or Robin or both, and sometimes Nightwing or the Titans, if he's feeling generous. Dick, for once, would like to talk about something else. Like Tim’s school, the friends he doubtlessly has. Tim’s parents. Tim’s hobbies that don’t include interfering and stalking. "That’s good," Dick says.

"Mhm," Tim says. "Says he'll start training me soon too." He swallows a bagel—did he even chew?—and starts on another one. Maybe the kid shows up hungry because he’s expecting to be fed, and Dick never fails to do so.

That’s what he's getting at. Like Dick said—always about Batman and Robin with this kid. Dick makes a non-committal noise and drops Tim’s plate into the sink. "Good for you."

"So I was thinking," Tim hedges. Dick swipes the bagel he's eating, splits it, spreads some cream cheese on one side, and tosses it back at him. Tim fumbles, almost drops the bag and bagel, but catches it and takes a bite. Reflexes could definitely use some work. Not that Dick’s volunteering, just noting. "Oh, this is better."

"Have you been eating bagels plain your whole life?" Dick does the same on the other bagel half and tosses it to him—he catches it this time—and slides over the cream cheese and knife.

Tim says, mouth full, "thought it was something only old people could enjoy, like my dad."

Speaking of Tim’s parents, "your vacation week got extended, right?"

"Yeah," Tim says, swallowing. "It’s two now. They don’t know cause the school's bad at sending emails about that kind of stuff, and usually I'd mention it to them, but it's more convenient this way, isn't it?"

Little sneak. He'll make a good Robin once he gets out there, finally. Eventually. "Definitely."

#my rambles #tim drake #dick grayson #dick & tim #my writing #fic snippets #LPoD au #<- i promised and i will deliver <3 #havin so much fun with this. dick and his freak almost but not brother who won't leave him alone #playing with lpod like its a toy

[fullsunrise]

Playing With Fire (M)

Word count: 1.8k

Pairing: Johnny x Original female character

Genre: Office AU, some angst, light smut

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, Johnny is a bully, heavy sexual themes, non-explicit smut (don't hookup with your coworkers!), uh semi-public sex

A/N: Uhhh I don't know what this is, but it's pretty much self-indulgent lmao

There was nothing quite like early winter in the city, with the twinkling lights tangled in the bare trees and a to-go coffee that was almost too hot. This early in the morning, there was no one around. It was calming, and Nari wanted to appreciate the silence before all hell broke loose. She sat on the unoccupied bench outside of her building, savoring the last five minutes she had until she had to face her worst nightmare. That nightmare happened to have a name: Johnny.

Johnny Suh from Sales. Even thinking about him made Nari’s eye twitch. Ever since she was forced to work with him on her latest project, he made it his sole mission to make her life a living hell. Never once in Nari’s career has she had to work with someone so egotistical, cunning, and above all else: annoyingly attractive.

Although she had been working at her company for the last two years, she had never heard of him. Not until she saw an unfamiliar name CC’d on an email from her boss. Confused, she made her way to her boss’s office.

“He's been here almost as long as you have, I believe,” her boss told her. “Great guy, it should be a breeze working with him.”

It was hilarious how wrong he was. Nari’s reality was most definitely not a breeze, but more like a hurricane. Whatever higher being set this up was surely laughing at her now as she struggled against the powerful storm.

To stand any chance, Nari knew she needed any advice she could get. And who else was more equipped than Jaehyun? After years of working at law firms across the city, Nari was sure he was the only person who could understand how to deal with egotistical monsters.

“I'm just saying, maybe try to avoid any interactions with the guy. I mean he's clearly a prick,” Jaehyun said, then took a sip of his beer.

“Trust me, I've been trying to avoid him but it's impossible when we have to work directly together,” Nari replied.

It was hopeless. Johnny was too smart. Careful not to push it too far, he was only condescending to her face. He made sure his actions spoke for him, though. Like last week when he went out to lunch with their project team, he accidentally forgot to invite her. And just a day ago, she swore he was whispering about her to another coworker in the kitchen. Then he laughed loud enough for Nari to hear, only confirming her suspicions. It was subtle, but enough to make her go insane.

“Don't let him get to you,” Jaehyun offered. “You know he's only doing this because he feels threatened by you.”

Threatened? Why would Johnny be threatened by her? Nothing about her was particularly threatening. Sure, Nari was good at her job but she never did anything that would cause someone to dislike her. And certainly she would never step on anyone just to get a promotion. In her corporate life, Nari made sure to remain honest, social, and professional. Unlike Johnny, who couldn't have a more opposite approach.

“I’ll try,” she replied. “But enough about me. How's it going in your world?”

“Same ol’ bullshit as always,” he chuckled.

They spoke about their jobs for a while longer, laughing at random anecdotes from the week. Nari didn't speak about Johnny again, and shortly the thought of him was washed down along with her Gin and tonic. Somewhere between her first and third drinks, Jaehyun asked her how her dating life had been. It caught her off guard only for a moment as she reached for an answer in her muddled brain. With her thoughts slowed, the best she managed to pull was a horrific yet comical dating story. Jaehyun laughed along with her and shared his own. It was always weird talking about her love life with Jaehyun but it was still nice nonetheless. But she would never get used to it, even though there were no lingering feelings left between them.

Nari came back to her apartment feeling a bit lighter after seeing Jaehyun. While he helped her forget about Johnny momentarily, Nari dreaded tomorrow. It was the day of the company holiday party. Normally Nari looked forward to it every year, but the idea of running into Johnny made her stomach churn. Sure, there were going to be a lot of employees and plus ones but the chance of seeing him wasn't zero.

The next day quickly flew by, with little to no urgent work that needed to get done. Nari always appreciated slow work days, but today she wished the day lasted a bit longer. Because as the moon rose in the sky, she knew could no longer hide.

The rooftop lounge was packed with her coworkers spread out across fancy bar top tables. Nari and a few of her team members claimed a spot close to the bar. While she was promised it would limit any unwanted interactions, the idea of walking up with all eyes on her made her mouth dry.

“I’m gonna get another drink,” Nari shouted on top of the loud music.

Much to her relief, Nari didn't recognize the people she passed on her way to the bar. No Johnny in sight, her shoulders relaxed instantly.

“One Old Fashioned, thanks,” the guy with slicked back hair in front of her ordered. Ugh, what kind of person would order that?

The guy with the slicked back hair turned around, and the moment Nari locked eyes with him she was frozen in place. The worst scenario Nair conjured in her mind was happening right now, in real life.

Johnny looked at her for a second before turning away to talk to his friend. That didn't bother Nari, but the fact that he decided to brush past her like she was invisible set her off.

Chasing after Johnny wasn't how Nari expected to spend her night, but there she was pushing through the crowd. Johnny moved fast, but she was able to catch up in the bathroom hallway.

“Why?” The liquor coursed through her veins, giving her the courage to speak up.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Johnny deadpanned, as he turned around to look straight through her. It was clear he was avoiding her question, which in turn only made her angrier.

“Don't play dumb, you know what you're doing,” she accused, her voice raising.

“You're going to be a bit more specific than that, sweetheart,” he said, crossing his arms across his chest.

“So you're just going to pretend like you haven't made my life a living hell the last few months?”

“I think that's too harsh,” he answered, his expression softening. That look could've worked on other women, but Nari wasn't going to give in.

“It's the truth, you've hated me ever since that day.”

“When did I say I hated you?”

Jaehyun’s words echoed in her mind. “Admit it, you’re threatened by me.”

Bingo. Her words seemed to strike a nerve with Johnny, because the next thing she knew he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the bathroom. Warning signs went off in her head immediately, but it happened so quickly that she couldn't break away.

“You don't know what you're talking about,” he seethed, taking a step closer to her.

Was he always standing this close? The temperature was rising, and Nari could feel the blood rush into her cheeks.

“I think I do,” Nari breathed, trying to sound confident. But her quivering voice didn't fool him.

His kisses were feverish against her skin he left bites along the curve of her neck. As he made his way down to her collarbone, Nari’s eyebrows scrunched together. With her lips slightly parted in pleasure, Johnny took the opportunity to steal the air from her lungs in one swift motion. His lips were rough and chapped from the cold, but the way they molded to her own left her utterly breathless. When he abruptly bit her lower lip and gazed at her, she knew she was done for. Deep desire pooled in his eyes and her body craved more of the pleasure he brought. Nari knew right then and there that she had no plans of stopping him.

“No, you don't,” he asserted, breaking the kiss for only a second before diving back in.

Her back was flush against the wall now, the cool tile contrasting against the heat of her skin. Johnny held the side of her jaw forcefully, with his other hand tracing the contour of her waistband. Out the window was her moral compass along with her dignity, her judgment clouded with pure desire.

The sensation of his hand dipping lower only added to her bubbling lust. Without warning, he snaked his hand out of her waistband. Nari whined at the loss and Johnny chuckled in amusement.

“Oh?” he mused, his grin never leaving his face. “You don't like that?”

Nari could only shake her head in response, her brain too muddled to think clearly. Satisfied with her frazzled state, Johnny resumed his motions. Her gasps bounced off the bathroom walls as she chased the high, no longer caring who could hear. With each moan that escaped her lips, she began to fall apart. Strands of hair came loose and tears of pleasure pooled. Her release was imminent, but before she could reach the climax Johnny suddenly stopped.

“I'm sorry, did you want more?” he asked, forehead pressed to her own.

Falling from her high, the reality of the situation came back into focus. What the hell was she doing? Not too long ago Nari couldn't even fathom being in the same room as Johnny, let alone letting herself unravel in front of him. It almost sickened her how quickly she folded under his spell. He knew exactly what he was doing and Nari was willingly falling right into his trap.

“Please,” she replied as she tried to catch her breath.

That was all Johnny needed to continue. With her pleasure still heightened, it took Nari only a few minutes to fully come undone. If Johnny wanted, she would let him take her right then and there. All the sirens in her head told her it was wrong, but why did it feel so right?

“See you tomorrow,” he snickered as he pulled away from her. Giving her a quick once over, he left the bathroom without another word.

Left alone with nothing but her reeling thoughts, Nari glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Disheveled hair and smudged mascara. Nari could barely recognize herself. As she attempted to fix her unruly state, Johnny’s words mocked her. Their little affair was going to cost her. She wasn't going to get fired over it, no, but her impulses were going to cost her the little bit of sanity she had left. Johnny was going to take it all and ruin her beyond recognition.

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[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC questionnaire

Thanks to @willtheweaver here and here, @mk-writes-stuff here, here, and here, and @somethingclevermahogony here.

I did Robbie, Gwen, Maddie, Noelle, Jedi, and Kelsey here.

I did Carmen, George, Akash, Sam, Lexi, and Ash. here.

Doing Gabriel, Carla, Parker, Rose, Alex, and Ewan under the cut!

#1- Gabriel

Did you have any formal education? If so, what was it like?

“I mean, I'm still receiving formal education, so your use of past tense is strange. I never attended Ceteri school. My parents raised me to know that I was Alii, and they always planned to send me over to the Aequales once I received my powers, since they were in direct contact with them the whole time. Ceteri school was counterproductive, so I was homeschooled until then. I now attend school in Alium. I'll admit, I do like it. At least, I do more than homeschooling from my parents. Not that they were terrible, but I don't mind more structure and people.”

What is your stance on friends and friendship?

“I don't know you, so I'm not going to explain growing up with no friends. I don't exactly need them, but it was boring growing up with no one else. I'll admit I don't mind the others in the Aequales, as annoying as they can be. However, they are decent people I enjoy spending time with. Niri is pretty great, actually. Jazlyn still babies me, which is a little annoying, but I would be lying if I didn't admit she is someone I consider a friend. Robbie is a little annoying at times, but Akash keeps him in line. I wish Wade would do the same for Parker. I have no idea how it took until last September for Wade to punch him.”

How would you describe your relationship with your family?

“My parents are my parents. Why would I not respect them? I don't see them often, but I'm following what they want. I'm making them proud. I have a decent job. I'm contributing to Alium as a terrakinetic. They are proud of me. I don't want or need anything more than that.”

#2- Carla

If you could have one wish granted, what would it be? (No wishing for more wishes)

“I would like to bring my parents back. I'd like things to be normal again. Carmen to talk to me more. I'd like to know my cousin I never got to meet. Oh, sorry, this is more than one. Um... The war. Yeah, I'd wish the war never happened. No, wait, the cause of the war: the prejudice of Inutilia. I wish that never happened. I wish we could all get along. Then it would be good.”

What’s your favourite music?

“I really like the different cultural music of each of the Sectors - I have to say I love Sector 3's music the most. Stefanija Lauwers is also a Sector 8 singer I really love. But recently, Tyler has gotten me into a Ceteri genre called 'alternative rock.' I can't stop listening to it - I've never heard anything like it!”

What’s your number one warning sign that it is not going to be a good day?

“How I'm feeling once I've woken myself up all the way. My emotional state tells me how I'm gonna feel for most of the day. Sometimes I'm sad for no reason. And then that's a bad day. When George goes off to work and instead of getting something done, I just decide that I'm going to experience time as quickly as possible until I can get to when he comes back.”

More Carla: empty Bingo

#3- Parker

What’s your favourite snack?

“Me. Cause I'm a snack - hey-ooo! Come on, guys, I'm not gonna explain that joke to you. Honestly, whatever I'm hungry for in the moment. Changes day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second, nanosecond by nanosecond. Anyhow, I'd like some Cheetos.”

What do you least want to hear when you wake up in the morning?

“'Oh, my God, Parker, are you gonna sleep in all day?' No, Mom, I'm gonna get up when I want to. Also I don't want to hear 'Mrs. Holliday just emailed me about your attitude and conductivity problems.' Mom, the bitch hates me. Let me sleep, Goddamn.”

Do you have a nemesis? What are they like?

“Yeah, he got interviewed earlier. Gabriel hates me, and y'know what, he's a boring asshole. He's been a boring asshole for years. He's a stick in the mud, and he drives me insane. Jazlyn, my girl, best girl, my badass idol, likes him. How? Jaz, he's so boring! You're the least boring person I know! What, you knew him for a little longer so he's like a little brother for you? Do what everyone else does with their little brother: dropkick him. Light his hair on fire or something. I take back my last answer - the thing I least want to hear in the morning is Gabriel Medina's voice. Every single practice, he's like 'Cassidy, you're an idiot, Cassidy, you need to stop, Cassidy, you're too chaotic, Cassidy, listen to me.' Go shove a rock up your ass, Medina. Robbie and Akash think he's worthy of a cute silly nickname like Gills. How dare you. Why not nickname me? I'm much more fun than him.”

#4- Rose

What is your favorite beverage for a warm summer afternoon?

“I don't think I could consider myself a true Texan if I didn't say iced tea. Sorry if that's a lame answer.”

What is something that keeps you up at night?

“Insecurities. Hope that helps.”

If you could switch lives with any one you know who would it be and why?

“Lexi. Her family is great, she has so many friends, and...yeah. Lexi.”

More Rose: OC in three

#5- Alex

What’s your favourite flower?

“In Alium, there is no way that it's not the hahkosa blossoms. In Ceteri, purple asters, obviously. I am so predictable. Purple is just such a totally awesome color. I mean, no shade of purple is bad. Not a single one. Every other color? There's, like, one icky shade. Purple is just objectively the best color.”

Do you like parties? What kind?

“Uh, duh! I love parties! Who doesn't? I'll go to any kind of party. You could say I'm the life of it! I prefer going with friends, just because it makes it so much fun! Dances are awesome. Just vibing to the music with your besties. Cannot compare to anything else.”

Are you hiding anything from your friends (I promise the secret is safe with me)?

“Oh. Well, I guess that I'm not happy at all times. I try to be. I love making others happy. I feel like I may be abandoning what makes me, well, me. I'm happy. I'm Alex. She's the girl who is the life of the party, like I said. I can't be anxious! [Pause] haha, well, who am I kidding? This has been such a fun interview! Thank you!”

#6- Ewan

Is there someone that you look up to?

“Jazlyn, in both senses of the phrase. She's taller than me, but also, she's just...don't tell anyone this, but Jazlyn is the most important part of my life. She has this super confident demeanor, but she's actually reflective. More than she lets on. Not that she isn't confident. She's the kind of person who'd volunteer at a magic show. She sits in the front row every time. She's the smartest person I know. Sharp wit. Great at everything it seems. Blunt and harsh at times, but she is never rude. Badass at sparring. She's made me more willing to take risks and get out of my comfort zone! I can't imagine my life without her if she never approached me five years ago.... *clears throat* Oh my gosh I've been talking too long...”

Do you have any trouble falling/staying asleep?

“When I'm out, I'm way out. Cause I'm exhausted. But falling asleep? Man, my mind is on so many things. My next music composition, Jazlyn, what and how I'm gonna train Lexi, homework, band practice, Jazlyn, the manga I was just reading, wait--I said Jazlyn...*clears throat again* anyway my brain is so full at night.”

Do you believe in forgiveness?

“Oh, 100%. Not because I think the person is deserving, but I feel sick if I don't do it. I can't move on. Forgive. My life has other places it would like to be than in the past.”

TSP intro

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[triplesilverstar]

Day 13

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Dr. Jeckyll Livio X F!Reader 

CW:  Penis in vagina sex, Mentions of rape, after rape, grinding, riding, sloppy kisses

Word count: 2531

A/N: Day 13, The follow-up to the first part of the Razlo/Livio double feature! If you didn't read it you can find it here.

Several weeks had passed since the incident in the laboratory, the next morning when you came to you were on the floor, wrapped in the fire blanket and two lab coats. Your body was sore as hell, barely able to move. 

You’d checked the lab cameras and found all of them wiped. Part of you is glad because you wanted no record of that night. Sure as hell not on university servers for some data geek to find in the near future or down the road. 

The hardest part though? Livio. 

Since it happened he had been avoiding you in every form of communication he could, going so far as to even move so you couldn’t bang on his door in the middle of the night.  Emails unread calls not returned. Even lurking outside his lecture hall hadn’t worked and you were at your wit's end. 

Rubbing the back of your neck you were frustrated. 

Sitting in the library and trying to figure out what had caused the reaction that had happened to Livio. Your core still twinged when you thought of that night, you didn’t blame Livio for what happened. Learning about different conditions that had two consciouses housed in one body, wondering if the chemicals had allowed Livio’s alter ego to get out. 

Dragging your hands down your face and looking to the ceiling tired and exhausted, sighing as you looked at the fake-painted sky above you. Guess the art students had learned about poor Leonardo having to paint on his back from what you can see the hard way. 

Looking forward you catch a movement of white in your peripheral vision, whipping your head towards it you see your quarry among the stacks. 

You sure as hell aren’t a hunter but you try to slide the chair back as silently as you can, stalking after him, and when he ducks into one of the reading nooks with the only way out the same way in. Slipping in behind him and swallowing hard, wetting your lips before you speak.

“Livio.” Watching his wide shoulders freeze and his head snap upwards from the book he was reading. 

As he turns you watch the blood drain from his face, his chest starting to heave. Lowering his eyes to the floor and trying to brush past you “I’m sorry, I need to go. I’m late for a meeting.” 

A step to the right, placing a palm on his chest above his heart a silent plea for him to stop. “Livio, please. I feel like I’ve done something terrible, just please. Talk to me.” 

“You’re not the one who did anything wrong.” Trying to slip past you again, and you feel the tears forming in your eyes. You can’t keep doing this. 

Taking a risk, your hand darting upwards to cup his jaw pushing yourself up to your toes and pressing your lips to his quickly. “Livio. Please, I want to talk to you about what happened. I feel terrible.” 

You watch his eyes darting back and forth across your face, like he’s warring with himself, or maybe warring with Razlo in his head. One of his own wide palms reaches up for his thumb to rub over your cheekbone, a long drawn-out exhale as he watches you. “Not here.” Sliding his hand across to wrap around your wrist and remove your hand but not before kissing the long digits that had been touching his own skin. “Do you have your phone? I can give you my new address.” 

Scant hours later you find yourself knocking on the address Livio had given you, glad when you see a familiar figure through the frosted glass of his new home. You have to admit, it’s a step up from the apartment he had been in before. As he opens the door you smile up at him, even if his eyes still carry that glimmer of sadness in their golden depths. “Hey.” His greeting is so low it breaks part of you

“Hey,” it’s all you can muster up, a lump forming in your throat. Where did all your bravery from earlier disappear to? “Can I ugh. Can I come in?” 

A sudden sheepish smile on his face, stepping back and sweeping his hand to the side for you to step past the threshold. Slipping your flats off and following Livio into his living room, softly laughing at you see the sparse furniture. The same couch and chair that used to be in his apartment, obviously he hasn’t bought anything new yet. Livio motions to one side of the couch which you take while he takes the other. Both of you are silent for a while, unsure how to broach the subject. 

After a little while longer you open your mouth looking into those golden orbs swimming in guilt you don’t think he should shoulder the pain of. “Livio. I can’t apologize enough for what happened that night. None of it was your fault.” 

Leaning forward on his knees after you speak, rubbing the back of his somewhat short hair. “You didn’t rape yourself.” 

His words are so low, so broken and you move before you were aware you were moving, placing a hand between his shoulders and rubbing soothing circles. “Livio. That wasn’t your fault.” 

“That’s what you don’t get. It is!” Sitting back and shaking your hand away from him so his head is resting on the back of the couch looking up at the ceiling. “Razlo has been with me for as long as I can remember. Did you know I used to get beat up as a kid?” You shake your head at him, you didn’t know. “Well, I did. Then one day while I was walking home, my bullies started beating the crap out of me and I blacked out. Next thing I knew I came to and they were on the ground around me, one look at them and they were running away.” 

As he spoke you took the hand he had shaken off and took one of his much larger ones in yours, your other hand grasping his as well and rubbing the joints of his fingers. Keeping your eyes on the sides of his face. “So, Razlo is sort of like your version of the Hulk?” 

A snort and you watch his eyes move in his skull to look at you. “It’s more like a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde sort of deal.” A long swallow and you thought he might have pulled his hand from yours, instead, he looked at them. “The fumes and chemicals that night had the same reaction. It’s sort of like a switch when it happens, like I’m watching a movie when Razlo takes over. I see what he sees but I don’t have control, I’ve come a long way from when I was a little boy.” Turning his head now to watch you while you process his words.

“So. You saw everything that happened that night, is what you’re telling me?” The smallest of nods from him. “Was Razlo telling the truth about how you felt about me?” 

“Feel. Not felt.” Shifting his hand to grasp yours, interlacing his fingers so the palms of both are pressed together. “And yea. I’ve felt that way for a long while now.”

Sighing you adjust your body so your side is pressed against his. “Livio, why didn’t you say anything?” You let him have control of your hand to do what he wants with it while you speak. “I always thought you were dating someone else, the way you acted, so shy. If I had of noticed the signs I would have said something.” 

“How was I supposed to? When you’d walk into a room I’d feel my heart rate go through the roof, if I was having a bad day a laugh from you and I felt better. I didn’t want to risk losing that with you.” The way he speaks tells you all of his words are coming from the heart and you wish you hadn’t been so blind. He didn’t want to risk you turning away from him, so maybe this time you need to be the one to show him a sign.

Livio has always been taller than you, and while he has control of your hand he’s holding it in such a way that you could easily place yourself in his lap and you do just that. Swinging your leg over as if he’s a saddle you need to mount, both of your legs framing his and watching his eyes widen in surprise. Your free hand lands on his cheek and you smile before you kiss him. “You know. For having a Ph.D. you aren’t always very smart.” 

The briefest of snorts and you see the guilt still swimming in his eyes. “Think of that night as a blessing Livio. It showed me you cared, even if it wasn’t the best circumstances.” Closing the distance to press your lips to his, tender and sweet and you feel a wetness trailing down his face. “Now, no more tears, not unless they’re happy ones tonight. Agreed?”

Livio just laughs, a blush painting across his cheeks and you smile before going in for another kiss, rolling your hips over his. A groan from him, and he lets you deepen the kiss tongue teasing his trying to coax him to taste you the same way you’re tasting him. Another roll of your hips and you can feel a hardness starting to form under you, a sign Livio is enjoying this and you want him to enjoy it far more. “Can I ride you? Doctor Jekyll?” 

“Very funny.” The slightest frown marring his face, and you grin kissing his nose done with trying to verbally tease him. 

Another long roll of your hips and you look into his eyes, the slightest dilation of his pupils. “That’s not a yes or no Livio.” 

Licking his lips, before a quick nod. “Please.” 

With his agreement you start to shift your hips more, grinding down on his hardening cock a dampness starting to form against your underwear and you pull your hand free of his so you can rest them on his chest. Running them up and down his covered skin, fingers pressed against the base of his throat feeling a firmness you want to touch directly.

A quick press of your lips to the corner of his mouth and you push yourself away from Livio, a low whine leaving him. “Shush baby, just taking my pants off.” Well and your underwear, hearing that Livio is quick to do the same but not with the same speed you are. He’s a little awkward tugging his lounge pants down and letting his cock spring free. 

You learn something about him then, Livio likes to go commando. 

Placing your hands back on his chest as you go back to straddling him, the heat of his cock radiating through you from the lips of your pussy sliding against his shaft trapped between you. Still grinding and enjoying the moan he lets loose, you could get used to those sounds. Leaning closer and leaving a trail of quick pecks against the skin of his neck before switching to dragging your teeth gently along one of his veins before you find his pulse point. Sucking hard enough to leave a hickey knowing it’s going to show when he goes into class tomorrow, something that makes a possessive part of you that you didn’t know you had purring internally. 

A guttural moan from him and you lick your lips leaning back, you’ve had enough teasing him. Lifting your hips and wrapping your hand around his cock, he’s just as thick as Razlo, and you try to keep those thoughts out of your head. Lining his head up with your slit and dropping down gasping as he stretches and fills you. 

Unaware as you throw your head back how Livio is staring at you in awe. This is how it should have been the first time. Ringing in his head. A low growl from Razlo in the back of his skull. You wouldn’t have this if not for me. Slamming the other voice down as he feels your walls spasming along his length, you feel so much better, the grinding clearly having helped you loosen up, and being wet before he was inside you a good clue why. He’d rather have you like this from now on, the pleasure already starting to tingle up along his spine again once you start to move. 

A few deep breaths and you start to move, rolling your hips in shallow thrusts and just enjoying the feeling of Livio inside and under you. A low whine and whimper rising from him and you smile, so different and you know you could get used to hearing noises like that every night. Taking his hands and placing them on your hips, before grasping his face and grinning before you start to move faster against him, and when he moans this time you strike. Tongue tracing his teeth just past his parted lips, another moan and you try to engage him in an open mouth kiss. 

Livio doesn’t seem to be sure what you’re doing, you may need to work on lessons with him for that but for now you want to make him feel good. Hands on his shoulder and riding him for real, listening to him singing your praises, how good you feel between his whines. 

“Livio” panting as you watch him open his eyes to gaze into yours “I’m close.”

“Me too.” Breathing hard under you, you keep your hips flush against his rolling them in a different way so the hairs at his base are hitting your clit. The movement sends shockwaves along your skin and core, and you clamp hard around him, feeling the same forceful release painting your walls. 

A final kiss, before you turn your head to rest against his shoulder while he’s still buried deeply inside you. “Can we do this again sometime?” You whisper lips close to the skin of his neck, eyes taking in the bluish bruises along his neck. 

“I’d like that.” Whispered back. 

“Oh and Livio?” A hum his answer, his hands now trailing along your back, under your shirt. “Tell Razlo he owes me, like six dates after last time. He’s not getting lucky either, he needs to make it up to me.” 

Feeling the vibrations of his laughter as his chest shakes with the force of it, your own hand moving to rest on the pec you aren’t leaning against. “He said he’ll fuck you anyway.” 

You just tut. “He’s never gonna win me over that way.” Rolling your hips and settling more against Livio, breathing deeply and relaxing into the warmth he puts off. “Are we ok?” 

You can hear the swallow he makes and can picture his Adam's apple as it bobs in his throat. “Yea. We’re ok. We can sort this out more a little later.” Pressing a kiss of his own against your temple, you let his beating heart lull you to sleep. 

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[wheredafandomat]

You’re the boss

Loki x female reader: Workplace AU

Part 6

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Loki had every intention of grabbing a bottle of champagne and returning to the room again and hopefully having a repeat of what he just did with you but alas, an even more mischievous idea came to mind when he spotted one of his good friends near the entrance. Walking towards him, Loki tapped his shoulder when he reached him.

“Leon.” Loki called before the man looked at him.

“Loki!” He beamed, opening his arms before Loki excepted his hug. “Good to see you man, how are you?”

“I’m great thanks. How’s Eleanor?” Loki asked, pulling back from the hug.

“Still the love of my life.” Leon grinned.

“Still a chauffeur?” Loki asked, he and Leon both started out being chauffeurs especially for the rich. Loki decided to switch vocations whilst Leon continued, occasionally doing a few dealings on the side.

“Yep, the rich tip highly.” Leon winked.

“Could you do me a favour please Leon?” Loki asked.

“Anything.”

“In that room there” Loki began, pointing to the room he had just come out of “there’s a woman. She’s beautiful, wearing a lovely dress, her names y/n, ensure she gets home safely please. I’ll pay you.” Loki finished, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

“Nonsense.” Leon insisted, stopping Lokis movements “I owe you, I’ll make sure she gets home safely.”

“Thank you Leon.” Loki smiled.

“Anytime.” Leon nodded before Loki left. There were few people in this world that Loki trusted but Leon was one of them. He trusted him with his life so he knew you’d be safe with him. He knew it was immature but he couldn’t help but give you a taste of your own medicine considering how embarrassed he felt when he realised you had left him that Saturday. He felt stupid.

Once Loki arrived home, he showered before he got a text from Leon.

Leon: She’s home safe

Smiling at the message, Loki got into bed, sleeping peacefully within ten minutes.

Monday morning, the last thing you wanted to do was get out of bed and go to work, especially after Saturday night. It took you twenty five minutes to realise Loki had left and when you emerged from the room, there was a man spewing complete bollocks that Loki had to leave but that he’d drop you home. At least you got to drive through the city in a town car you thought, trying to see the bright side. You felt stupid, completely ridiculous. The worst part was that you enjoyed your night with Loki, you really had fun only for him to leave you there alone. Was this because of that Saturday? How immature could one man be you thought, drinking some of your coffee. You know what they say, a man scorned is a dangerous man.

When you arrived at work, late after calling ahead and saying you’d be missing the morning meeting, you had no intention of speaking to Loki. That was it. He had made his intentions clear and you were happy to call it even but then you received an email from him asking you to meet him in his office. A newfound anger rose inside of you, powering you as you stood up before storming to Lokis office. Without knocking, you pushed the door open harshly causing Loki to sit up in his chair.

“Y/n—” he began.

“What the fuck was that!” You demanded.

“What?”

“Saturday.” You exclaimed. “We—you.”

“Spit it out.”

“You left me.” You answered quietly, brows knitting. Loki generally felt bad but hid it under a smug expression.

“Oh did I?”

“I see what you’re doing.” You huffed.

“Pray tell, what is it that I’m doing?”

“That was payback, for that night in the club.”

“And if it was?” He smirked.

“That’s immature.” You spoke, waiting for Loki to speak but he didn’t, he just kept that same stupid fucking expression. “SAY SOMETHING!” You shouted.

Taking a deep breath, Loki leant back into his chair.

“Fine, I admit, that was immature of me.”

“Yes.” You prompted him to continue.

“Yes that’s it, I admit I was immature.”

“No apologies?” You scoffed causing him to laugh incredulously.

“You apologise first.” He argued.

“Are you serious Loki.” You sneered.

“I don’t see any difference in the things we did to one another.” He shrugged.

“I left you in a club with your friend you left me alone in an unfamiliar and dangerous place. I—I was vulnerable.” You explained, voice breaking at the end.

Loki was silent for a few moments, this wasn’t his intention. He didn’t want to hurt you. He’d tease you, annoy you, compete with you but he didn’t want to hurt you.

“You got home safe though.” He finally spoke.

“Yeah” you laughed mirthlessly “No thanks to you.” You said before leaving the office and slamming the door behind you. Sighing to himself, Loki swallowed any form of pride he had left and quickly stood up, chasing after you.

Hearing footsteps behind you, your eyes widened and you began walking faster. Hearing them catch up, you broke off into a light jog as you tried to conceal your smile, your heels digging into the ground with every step. Anyone who’s eyes weren’t on their computer would have seen you running down the corridor whilst Loki chased you. Seeing the elevator doors closing, you headed for the stairs.

“Let me take you on a date.” Loki called after you, both of you in the stairwell.

“Why would I ever want to go on a date with you?” You groaned, looking up at him.

“Because as much as you’d never admit it, we had fun at that party and at the nightclub.” He spoke, taking some steps down towards you.

“You’re a jerk.” You ridiculed.

“So I’ll make a reservation?” He asked hopefully.

“Leave me alone.”

“I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow?” He continued, taking another step down.

“Oh gosh just fuck off.”

“You’re right, eight is a bit late. How about seven, six? I’ll pick you up at six and we can go on a proper date.”

Another step

“Loki are you crazy? Are you actually insane?”

“So you don’t want to go on a date with me?” He asked once he finally reached you. You looked into his eyes, why were they so beautiful? You didn’t stand a chance.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at six.” You sighed, turning away from him and beginning to walk back up the stairs “and do not chase me like that ever again.”

“It was fun.” He grinned.

“You really are mad.” You smiled, your back to him.

“Oh and y/n.”

“Yes.”

“We’re even now.”

“Good to know.” You answered sarcastically, resuming your walk back to your desk unaware of Lokis little fist bump.

Once you reached your desk, Natasha was quick to make her way towards you.

“What was that?”

“What?”

“That, with Laufeyson? I just watched you giggle as he chased you. Is this a weird sex thing?”

“Shhhh.” You gasped “it’s not a weird sex thing.”

“So, you like him?”

You thought for a moment. Did you like him? You knew for certain that there was an attraction there but you weren’t quite decided yet. Perhaps the date would make things clearer.

“I like the competition.” You answered.

The CCTV in the office 💀 idk where this story is going I’m just thinking as I’m writing it. Also, no one has told me what accounts or portfolios mean 🤣🤣 hopefully things still make sense. It just sounded cool in my head.

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[fluffy-critter]

#crosspost #busybee

[barbiewritesstuff]

There's a don draper x reader tag????? SPRINTS

AHHHHHH I love that fanboy and star wars detail 😍 bet trivia is coming out of everybody's ears by now amd they're so sick and tired of the constant references xD rooster was totally doing that panicked eyebrow raise and Bob the cutie lil babie just wanted to disappear in his chair.

UNFFFF !!!! And it's not like Beau didn't take out his pent up frustration the same day at home whooooo boy can he hold onto his anger and of course he remembers that Hondo most likely saw the picture and he had to have a punishment lined up for that separately there's no way you're getting off the hook for that lip stunt soon.

So NATURALLY you're sore and covered in marks the next day and ok so maybe someone notices and pokes fun (it would be Hangman tho wouldn't it) and you're sleepy so Mav totally kicks your ass in dogfiting and now your sore and humiliated ass is doing pushups while having to listen to Hangman's incessant spiel and Beau just happens to pass by and hear it and ooooohhhh idk what happens after but I'm betting it'd be a delicious mixture of a possessive and smug AF Admiral 😏

So, sorry for the late response, I don’t tumblr too much at work because the app eats my data BUT now I’m on HOLIDAYS!!!! I am free to think about the thots you send me!!

So, Fanboy and Star Wars is not the love story you think it is. He has a strange relationship with the franchise in that he likes the films, he LOVES the universe but he doesn’t actually believe the films should have been about Leia, Luke and Han, or even Anakin, Padme and Obi Wan (DO NOT talk about the sequels) but about the millions of other more interesting characters like Salacious B. Crumb, Yaddle or even Temiri Blagg… Anyway, it’s best not to ask him about it because he will talk your ear off. 

Rooster was ABSOLUTELY doing the panicked eyebrow raise!!! That boy was trying to calculate an escape plan the second he saw the Admiral’s entire demeanour change!

Now Bob, Bobby boy, took the T-Rex approach from Jurassic Park. He was standing as still as he could manage, as if Cyclone was going to simply forget he existed if he didn’t move.

Now Beau doesn’t actually make it home with you. He has the key to an empty ensign dorm and bends you over the desk right there in one of the rooms. Not because he’s angry, necessarily, but because his fingers seem to automatically pull up the picture whenever he unlocks his phone and by five pm when you’re both done for the day Beau is HORNY. He wants you and he wants you now. 

But yes, you’re right, after that he punishes you twice, once because he wants you to get the message and then once more when Hondo sends him an email about something happening on base and he’s reminded that your picture was seen by someone else. By the end of the evening, you can no longer talk and you certainly cannot walk. In fact, when you make it out of Cyclone’s bed in the morning your legs are still shaky and you have to hold yourself up against the wall when you shower.

Okay, so I know you said someone would make a comment during dogfighting but consider this: it happens during the dogfight football scene. Because Beau is a very possessive man and that means he absolutely marks you up!!! You’re covered in hickeys and you’re pretty sure there’s a handprint on your ass from where he spanked you!! 

So obviously when you get to the beach for dogfight football someone is bound to notice. Now Hangman is the obvious choice but actually I think he keeps his mouth shut, ESPECIALLY when he notices Beau next to Mav and he sees Cyclone’s eyes fixed on you with a little smug grin on his face. 

No, I think it’s either Bob (because our little Angel thinks you might have gotten hurt (or he pretends, because he knows what you’ve been up to, just not who with and he likes to stir shit and cause chaos)) or maybe Fanboy… But can you imagine Hondo’s face? Because he’s refereeing the game!! He’s there!!! And he’s seen your everything pop up on the Admiral’s phone and now he’s seeing you all marked up, claimed and with a fucking handprint on your butt cheek!!! He is going to pass out!!!

I love this all so much!!! Thank you for your brain!

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #fanfiction #original fic #asks #cyclone x reader #cyclone #beau cyclone simpson #beau simpson x reader #beau simpson

[skelezomperman]

Flashfic #8: A modern AU with Cedtena

This idea has to be credited to a mutual, borne out of discussions over modern AUs with Jugdral characters. This is a modern AU where the Leonster characters all work at a company owned by the Leonster family (i.e. Quan). Ced's father here is Finn, though honestly it's not super important and it could easily be exchanged for Lewyn. Altena is supposed to be the next heir, and she's acting CEO because Quan was injured in an accident (caused by Travant).

Leif still fondly remembered the time when it was announced that Ced was going to be hired at the company. It was not long after Altena was installed as VP of Supply Chain at Leonster Limited. She had hired him, fresh out of college with his Master’s in Computer Science, to be part of the IT. He quickly rose to the ranks to becoming in charge of their new proprietary planning software, something which they were planning to sell to others…

In truth, Leif had known Ced for a while. He was the son of a longtime friend of his father’s, someone who worked very hard. He had even attended the funeral of Ced’s mother. And it was a joy to work alongside Ced. Nearly everyone liked him, and Asbel especially loved having him as a mentor.

So why is it that he was suddenly transferred to Business Development?

The message had been so sudden, an email that came in at 6 AM from the acting CEO herself, an unusually early time even for her.

Leif’s first stop was the office of Ced, the new Senior Manager of IT of Business Development. His question as to why the latter was moving was greeted by a sheepish grin. “I’m just moving to a new chapter in my life,” Ced replied. “A new chapter with more pay.”

Yes, it was true that Ced’s compensation was close to six figures now…but it’s not as though he couldn’t get a promotion with Supply Chain. But Ced put on a pair of earbuds as he began moving a box. A glint of something caught Leif’s eye, but he couldn’t piece together what it was…

Next was Asbel. Leif’s childhood friend was tight-lipped, though. He seemed to know why it was that Ced moved, or at least that a transfer was imminent given that he wasn’t totally surprised as Leif expected. Asbel pointed out that HR could at least be in the know.

And Nanna, the Head of Human Resources — and Leif’s wife — did confirm that Ced was transferred as a matter of HR policy. “You do know well that I can’t reveal HR issues that do not concern you,” she nagged.

“Pretty please?”

Nanna couldn’t resist Leif’s pleading eyes. (Few people can, in any case.) She leaned in towards him, a mischievous grin on her face, and said: “The acting CEO personally approved of the transfer.”

He practically banged on his sister’s office door. “Altenaaaaa!” he called out.

“Use your manners,” she said in an unamused tone when she opened the door.

“Wow, the Mondays must have finally gotten you.” Leif said this when he saw how unusually disheveled she looked, her hair a bit more frizzy than usual and her eyes bloodshot. He saw a glint of something again, but couldn’t make out what it was.

“It’s not that,” Altena demurred.

“Sister,” Leif asked, “why did Ced get transferred to Business Development? He was working so well with us. I heard that-”

“A husband and wife cannot work in the same department. You know that, Leif,” Altena replied.

Leif’s face turned blank. “What?”

His sister’s expression turned more into a scowl as she said: “Did you seriously not see that Ced proposed to me last night?”

“He did?”

He took out his phone and opened up his InstaFace. He scrolled through the timeline. It said:

Update: 10:37 PM - Ced Brave is now Engaged. Update: 10:26 PM - Altena Claus is now Engaged.

“Ohh,” Leif sighed. “How did I not see that this morning?”

Altena facepalmed so hard that one could hear the sound of her hand meeting her face. “You’re just as much of a dolt as Father…”

#flashfic #cedtena

[theladybarnes]

READY TO COMPLY - CHAPTER FIVE: THE ARREST

“I'm the bad guy, duh. I'm only good at being bad, bad”

▸ summary: looks like the cats coming out of the bag ▸ characters: bucky barnes, steve rogers, sam wilson, ft t’challa and james rhodey  ▸ word count: 4,376 ▸ warnings: semi-fluff, angst, ▸ series masterlist

Things had started to feel a little more normal a while after Bucky tried to leave. So it only made sense for the universe to come in and mess it all up again.

 “Darling,” said a gravelly voice. “You need to wake up.” The feeling of Bucky’s warm lips pressed against your neck was enough to stir you up. Causing you to stretch and reach out for his body. It’s not until you felt the cool fabric of his jacket that you peeked your eyes open to find that he was already dressed for the day. 

 “Where are you going?” You whined, moving your face to tuck into the crook of his neck. Breathing in the scent of his body wash. His gloved hands rubbed against your exposed skin, bringing you to shiver from the opposite temperatures.

 While his own face was buried into your neck, you could still feel the way his stubble rubbed against you when he smiled. “I figured I’d go to the street market and pick up a couple of things..”

 “You mean you’re going to get food because I'm all out?” 

 “Well..” he dragged out, making you laugh a bit. Pushing at his shoulders, you watched as his face came into view. Pieces of his hair tickled against your cheeks as he hovered over you. He’s leaned back down to press his lips against yours before you say anything else. Making you hum happily against his plump lips. It’s after he’s pulled back, earning a pout from you, that you soak in his outfit. Today he happened to be wearing your favorite shirt on him. It was the same one he wore on your first date, and honestly, it fit him perfectly. 

 “You do know I'm all out because of you.” 

 He smirked at your response. “I guess it’s good that I’m going to get more.” 

 Nodding your head, you leaned on your elbows, using the lift to graze your lips against his. Not having enough of him for the day. He happily pressed back against you, making your heart beat pick up. “I’ll be back soon.” He murmured against your lips, nuzzling a bit with his nose. “Till then, you can rest up here.”

 “Lord knows I need it after last night.” The ache between your legs was evident enough but there was still a lingering exhaustion that you had. “I didn’t think watching one movie would get you going like that.” You teased falling against the sheets. The pinky shade you loved on him instantly flushed over his cheeks.

 “God, I was curious about ONE modern thing and you won’t let it go.”

 Ignoring your grabby hands towards him, he continued climbing off the bed, turning to reach for his keys before you called out to him. “Bring me back some fruit, pervert!” You teased, watching as he waved you off. The sound of the front door locking up behind him is all that you hear for the next couple of minutes. 

 As much as you’d have liked to stay in bed all day, there were some emails to check over and you knew you needed to desperately pick up around the place. Bucky completely distracted you the night before. So after a very warm and refreshing shower, you turned on your laptop, ready to respond back to Sam’s interesting email about his date when all of a sudden the alarms on your notifications went off. 

 Multiple missed calls and texts began to alert on your screen, causing you to rush over to your bedside for your phone. You had turned off the alerts from the night before, wanting some time away from work. But judging by the amount of texts and phone calls you missed just this morning, it was turning into a bad idea.

 Before you even have the chance to click on Tony’s contact, he’s calling your phone again. “Tony?” You answered, worried why he was up so early. 

 “God damn it, kid. If you don’t give me your location right now, I’m sending the whole damn army to find you!”

 “Whoa!” You gasped, putting him on speaker to activate your connection to FRIDAY. “Why are you panicking? What’s going on?”

 “Have you not seen the news? Have you not read my texts or emails? I’ve been trying to reach you all damn day!” 

 Keeping the phone on, you rushed to your laptop, trying to figure out which link to open first. Tony, from wherever he was now, hacked onto your computer screen for you to pull up footage of some sort of bombing accident. 

 “Tony, what the hell am I looking at?”

 “Are you serious?” The image zoomed in towards the supposed assailant. “Recognize the face?” 

 The blood in your body ran cold. On the screen, be it only a few seconds, was Bucky leaving the scene of the crime. “That can’t be right...” you whispered, looking at the date and time. He was here, at home, with you! The whole night you were asleep. He couldn’t have gone all the way to Vienna. It was impossible..

 You’re almost lost in the video feed when Tony shouts out your name. “..please tell me this isn’t your location.”

 Tearing your eyes away from the repeating image on screen, you look down at the phone in your hands. “Tony, what’s going on?”

 “Your location shows me that it’s the same building a swarm of GSG 9 agents are about to charge into. You need to get out of there now!”

 “Oh God.” You gasped, getting up from your seat. “I’ve gotta go, I need to get Bucky!” You panicked, reaching for your coat and keys. 

 “Sprout..what have you gotten yourself into..?”

 “I’m sorry, Tony. I can’t let them take him!”

 Ignoring the sounds of your brother’s protesting, you leave behind all your electronics, knowing that if you’re going to get Bucky out of the area, you’d have to find a way to block Tony’s tracking. 

 Locking up your apartment, you’re suddenly filled with sadness at the home you’d be leaving behind. But home wasn’t just a place for you anymore. It was with Bucky, and if you didn’t get him out of there, he’d be taken from you for good. 

 Just when you were about to get on the elevator to go down, you remembered Bucky’s go bag. Despite the fact that he tried to use it a while ago, you both agreed that having one wasn’t exactly a bad idea. In this case, the spare cash and a few items he collected would be a good idea.

 There was an echo of footsteps that were heard from the stairs below. It could either be the agents that Tony was talking about or a neighbor. You didn’t have time to invest as you pushed your way into Bucky’s apartment. “Bucky?! Are you back? We need to get-“

 The words die from your mouth instantly. Because standing in the middle of Bucky’s apartment was none other than Steve Rogers. 

  It feels like forever that the two of you stare at each other. The anxiety that had built up in your stomach before turned into something close to guilt as you looked at the hurt that spread over his face.

 “Scout..” he whispered, stunned to see you there at all. “You knew..this whole time. You knew where he was..”

 There’s no proper words that come to mind. This wasn’t anything you were prepared to see and you were honestly worried about bigger things than to pacify Steve right now. 

 “What are you doing here?..”

 Licking your lips, you shake your head, staring down at your hands now to avoid the burning glare he had towards you. “Steve,” you sighed, “We don’t have time to talk about this.” He winced a bit at that before you went on. “Bucky’s in trouble and we need to get him out of here. Now.”

 “Oh really? You don’t think now is a good time to talk about the fact that you’ve been here with Bucky for what? For how long? Do you even know what’s happened?!”

 Your silence is enough to make him scoff at you, turning around to face away and look through the apartment. It feels like another long minute of silence passes before you could hear the light voice of someone talking to Steve in his ear. That’s when you feel him come up behind you. 

 Bucky, who seemed to think the same way you did, came back to his apartment. The tension of the room was thick enough that Bucky protectively pushed you to stand behind him now. Watching over at Steve quietly as you reached out to hold onto his hand.  

 Feeling the presence of a new person, Steve turned around. Looking immediately at his former friend. “Do you know me?”

 “You’re Steve.” Bucky said calmly, which was far too calm considering how stiff he stood in front of you. “I read about you in a museum..some I’ve learned from her.” It had been a while since Bucky was so alert to someone near him. Despite you giving information about Steve and even having his own information that he found himself, your boyfriend could not fully grasp the man just yet.

 “I know you’re nervous. And you have plenty of reasons to be. But you’re lying.” 

 You frown over at Steve’s words. Not understanding just what Bucky could be lying about. The words seemed to throw Bucky off as well, considering how he squeezed at your hand. 

 “I wasn’t in Vienna. I don’t do that anymore.”

 Nodding your head, you peek over his shoulder to join in. “Bucky has been with me for months. He hasn’t even left the city let alone the country.” The answer only makes Steve more wary. 

 “Well, the people who think he did are coming here now. And they’re not planning on taking you alive.” 

 There’s a dip in your stomach, making you nearly feel sick at the idea of people coming in to kill Bucky. Surely, this couldn’t be happening. There was always the expectancy of HYDRA’s return but never the idea of Bucky being hunted down. While your mind was reeling, Bucky simply nodded at Steve’s reply as if he were giving advice for how to win a game. “That’s smart. Good strategy.” 

 Giving Steve his back, he momentarily blocks your view of the man as he stares down at you. His expression is calm and loving despite the situation. It's the complete opposite of the worry that’s plastered over yours. “You have to get out of here.” He urged with a kiss to your forehead. “It’s gonna get messy.” he added, moving you towards the window.

 Already you’re shaking your head no in protest. “No! Bucky, not without you.”

 “They’re coming up the building as we speak, Scout.” Steve interjected, trying to possibly reason with you as well. “You should get out of here.”

 At his words the sounds of loud and large footsteps could be heard coming up. With so many agents they caused a thunderous echo to flow in the building. Steve whispered something in his comms, before going to the window and opening it up. Peering out to the sky for a moment before he pulled back. “I got a plan if you trust me.” 

 “I don’t!” you pointed over at him, earning yourself a pursed frown from the blonde.

 Instead of waiting on you, he glanced over Bucky for an answer while you focused on trying to figure a way out. “I can’t let you get hurt.” You whispered, feeling the ache in your chest tighten. “They want to kill you, baby..”  

 “I won’t get hurt.” You watch as his throat bobbed, he was still nervous despite his reassurance. “But you will if you’re still here by the time they come up.” Looking past you, he nods over at Steve before helping push you towards the blonde. 

 “Bucky no! Wait, please!” It’s sad how pathetic and desperate you were hanging onto him. But something in your stomach was letting you know this wasn’t going to end well. Just when you’re about to go into fight mode to stick around, he reaches over to force you to look him in the eyes. 

 “You’ll find me.” He stated, raising a brow at you. It’s what you two always say, and you know it’s to help reassure the both of you of what you’d need to do after this. But even the thought of having to separate nearly breaks your heart. 

 Pushing out of Steve’s grip momentarily, you reached out to cup at his face, feeling his lips instantly kiss at the palm inside. “I always do.”

 Steve, taking that as a cue, pulled you back towards the window. Helping you gently come out onto the balcony. “Where am I supposed to go?” He followed you out, leaning over to check to see if there were agents coming up this side before he spoke in his comms again. 

 “She’s ready for you, Sam.”

 Not realizing what Steve had planned, you let out a small yelp when he reached over to carry you and tip you over the ledge. “When he catches you, try not to flail around, he won’t be able to fly right.”

 “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING STEVE ROG- AHH!“

 The words die out of your throat the moment he chucked you over the building. Letting you fall out into the sky and down towards the ground. The shrill echo of your scream could be heard across the streets. 

 You’re nearing the bottom, ready for imminent death when suddenly you’re crashed into a hard mass. “I got ya, princess!” Sam huffed, gripping onto your body tightly. 

 There’s a second where you nearly forget not to flail around his arms before you’re settled into gripping onto Sam’s shoulders. “GET ME THE HELL OUT OF THE SKY!” You shouted, burying your face into your friend's neck. The air was fighting viciously against your face, making it hard to breathe. 

 “If you’d stop wiggling around I can do that!” He yelled back, gripping onto your body tightly. The feeling of him diving back down is enough to have your eyes squeeze shut. Thankfully it’s not long that he has you set down on the ground. 

 “We gotta a lot to catch up on, Scout.” Sam panted, looking up at the building. You climb off from his hold to notice that he’s dropped you off at the alley beside your apartment. 

 “Maybe another time, Sam. We gotta find-“ the sound of glass and yelling could be heard up above. Making the two of you both frown in confusion. “Redwing!” you remind him, making him pull up his arm. The camera view is shaky for a second before it’s focused.

 To your relief, you watch as Bucky shoots across the building, landing on the roof of the one next door. “He got away.” You sighed, letting out the breath you had been holding in. The moment you’re about to turn back towards the front of the building, you notice a black blur run across the rooftop and tackle Bucky down. “Who the hell is that?!” 

 Sam muttered something into his comms, taking a step back to shoot back out. “Wait, Sam! Take me with you, I have to help!”

 “Sorry, Princess. You’re grounded. Captain’s orders!” 

 “SHIT.” you growled, watching your friend shoot back up. It’s the only time you’ve felt so unfortunate for not taking on Tony on getting an iron suit.

 “Mrs. Bucky?!” At the opening stood Luca, Anyanna, and what looked like to be their Mother. 

 “Luca!” You gasped, rushing down the walkway. Tons of other residents of the building stood outside, scared and huddled close as they watched other agents begin to flood in and out of the building.

 “What is happening?” Luca asked, looking up at you with big eyes. “They will not let us into our homes.”

 “It’s a lot to explain, kid.” You grimaced, not sure how to explain anything. But knowing the mess of the floor they shared with Bucky, you couldn’t help but remember it might not be the safest for them to go up to.

 “Does your Mom have a phone on her, Luca?” The young boy turned to his Mother, speaking to her in hushed tones before she gave him a device. 

 “Mulțumesc! (Thanks!)” you nodded, taking the device and entering in the number you knew you’d need. It’s only a couple of seconds before the line picks up.

 “Sprout?” Tony’s voice chimed in.

 “Tony, Oh God. Shit has hit the fan. You have to send the Stark Relief now! I got a whole family that’s gonna be on the streets by the time the sun hits.”

 “Alright, kid. Help is coming as we speak. Now stick around, I’m gonna send a driver to come get you.”

 You glanced over at the crowd, noticing the agents begin to clear out. Soon enough they’d be going after Bucky and attempting to take him down. “I’m sorry, Tony. I’ve gotta go. I have to try and help him.”

 “Don’t you dare go after him, kid. I swear to Go-”

 Without hearing the rest of his speech, you quickly ended the call and returned the device back to Luca.“There’s going to be someone coming soon, they’re going to get you and your family somewhere to stay tonight and hopefully help fix up the apartment soon. I need you guys to stay here for now, okay?”

 “Guck! Da ist sie! (Look! There she is!)” Yelled a gruff voice from behind.

 You didn’t get the chance to even peek over your shoulder before a large pair of hands wrapped over your shoulders. Dragging you away from the family without another word. 

 The poor young children yelled over for you, worried to see the agents taking you away. 

 “Let me go! You can’t just take me!” Trying to fight back was useless when the majority of the agents had pressed you against the large SUV. There was the cool feeling of metal handcuffs being wrapped around your wrists instantly.

 “Sie sind verhaftet! (You're under arrest!)”

 “I don’t speak German, dickwads!” You growled, pushing away from the car with your leg. Instead of just fighting to keep you down, one of the guards used the butt of his rifle to jab against the side of your head. Making the world turn dark in seconds. 

“STAND DOWN!”

 Though your eyes are closed you can feel the car moving rapidly.

 “STAND DOWN!”

 Suddenly, you’re thrown from your seat, nearly crashing into the Agent in the front yelling in German. He hadn’t even bothered to buckle you in properly. The front windshield of the car is cracked and before you can get a good look at what he hit, the door is yanked open and the man is being thrown out.

 “Of all the cars, of course you’re in this one.” Muttered Steve as he quickly took off. The front window had been kicked off. Giving you both a view of the chase ahead. 

 There’s a dizziness in your vision as you climb to sit in the passenger seat. The handcuffs are making it hard for you to settle in so you look around for the keys before smiling weakly at Steve. “Mind helping?”

 He doesn’t tear his eyes away from the road but uses a free hand to pinch the middle of the chains. Breaking the metal as if it was made of tin foil. “Thanks.” you muttered, using your free hands now to grip onto the handle bar of the door. 

 Between suddenly waking up and Steve crashing into the car, your head won’t stop spinning. It doesn’t help that the speed you guys are going is well past the average number. 

 “There he is!” you gasped, watching as Bucky blurred past cars. There weren’t many times you truly saw the speed of a super soldier, but it has your jaw nearly dropped at the sight. Just when you get your hopes up, there’s a loud thud as something or should you say someone lands on the car. 

 It’s the first time you’re given the chance to see the blurred figure that attacked Bucky on the roof, making you gasp when you notice the details of the person’s outfit. “Why the hell is this catman on our asses?!” Looking around the back, you try to find some sort of weapon to fight him off. 

 Steve took a different approach and swerved the car left and right, hoping to try and get him to release the grip he had on the vehicle. “Sam, I can’t shake the guy.” Steve muttered into his comms. There’s a muffled reply and suddenly Steve has begun to try and ram the catman into the cars that are trying to block you guys in. 

 “I think I’m gonna be sick.” you groaned, fingers practically dented into the dashboard now. Once you notice Steve is about to swerve into the other side of traffic, you squeeze your eyes shut, holding on for dear life as the car bursts through.

 Stealing a peek, you watch as Bucky managed to grab a motorcycle, shredding his way out of the structure. Unfortunately, the mysterious man is crawling off the car, jumping forward to Bucky. You let out a gasp as you watch Bucky’s instincts kick in time for him to hold a hand out and stop the man just before he could tackle him down. 

 “God, is this guy a super soldier?” 

 “I have no idea, but we gotta get him off Buck’s back.”

 The bike is tipped over a bit, still barely dragging along the ground as Bucky is pushing off the man. He managed to get him off, letting you watch him climb up the ground as the car zipped by. “Where’s Sam?” you huffed, looking over behind you.

 “Crap.” Steve muttered when Sam and the man flew by. There’s a struggle in front of you and just when you think that nothing else can go wrong, a bomb is set off ahead of you, causing debris to cascade over any visual you had on Bucky. 

 Steve swerved the car to turn right, allowing it to block the area before he grabbed onto your body and pulled you with him out of the car. You squeeze your eyes shut and hold onto him as he uses his speed to get some distance. Barely missing the tumbling SUV behind you guys before he dropped you down.

 The moment had you nearly scraping against the floor as Steve continued on to push the man off of Bucky. Before anyone else can make a sudden move, the sounds of cars and sirens can be heard approaching. 

 You groan from the floor, somehow having ended up between Bucky and the attacker. Bucky is about to reach down and help you up when a sudden dark shadow casts over the group, landing in front of you quicker than you can blink.

 “Stand down, now.”

 The familiar sound of Rhodey’s voice echoed in the structure, making you wince up at the family friend before you climbed up from the floor yourself. Steve held his arm out in front of Bucky, making his friend know not to make any more movements. The battle is lost. 

 “Congratulations, Cap. You’re a criminal.” 

 Steve looked dejected at the statement, and before you could ask what he meant by that, the GSG agents moved, all yelling as they approached the lot of you with their guns. “Hey! Don’t!” you cried out, attempting to reach over for Bucky when suddenly you’re held back by your jacket. 

 “I don’t think so, kid. You’re coming with me unless you want to be under arrest.”

 “Rhodey, please! You don’t understand, he’s innocent!”

 “Trust me, he’s not as innocent as you think.”

 Another protest dies as you suddenly look around. Bucky is being forced to the ground and you try your best not to cry, but the sight of his defeat weighs heavy in your heart. In the back you can see Sam calmly approach the scene, holding his hands up in surrender. Steve is kneeling down now, hands up as he allows the arrest to happen. 

 Suddenly the group turned shocked at the mysterious figure as he finally took off his mask. The face reveal must have been a surprise to Steve and Rhodey. But despite the man being handsome, you can’t place where he’s from. The only clue you get is Rhodey’s disappointed response to it. 

 “You’re highness.”

 They drag away the three men before you, leaving you stuck in Rhodey’s metallic grip before he dragged you over towards another SUV.  Two agents gently push you in, urging you to buckle up before they close the door on your face. But not without catching sight of Bucky right as they loaded him up in the armored truck. 

 There’s a couple of murmured voices outside the door and you leaned against the seat to rest your eyes. There has to be a mistake, there has to be a reason why that video footage showed Bucky at the bombing. 

“You know, I recall you telling me years ago you’d never have me get you out of trouble.” 

 Rhodey grunted as he came inside the car, suit tucked away in his portable briefcase. He had bags under his eyes, having possibly left from America earlier today. You couldn’t help but frown at the familiar look on his face that he usually held for Tony.

 “And for years I kept that promise.” you volleyed. 

 “Hate to break it to you, but this is me getting you out of trouble.” 

 The car revved to life and after a few seconds of getting past the rubble, you’re back on the main road. The streets are filled with people who are confused at the sudden explosions and vast amounts of armored cars. 

 It’s not long till all the SUVs are making convoy behind the tank truck. Your heart squeezed a bit when you remembered Bucky was inside. “Where are they going to take him?” you asked softly, looking over at Rhodey. 

 “They’re going to take him to the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre.”

 “And where’s that at?”

 “Berlin.”

A/N: I’d like to think I gave Bucky a little nice loving the morning of his arrest. V_V And steve is just pout city after finding Scout there. Can’t wait to write the next chapter :)))

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[fullsunrise]

Playing With Fire - Preview

Pairing: Johnny x Original female character

Genre: Office AU, Romance, Angst

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Johnny is a bully

There was nothing quite like early winter in the city, with the twinkling lights tangled in the bare trees and a to-go coffee that was almost too hot. This early in the morning, there was no one around. It was calming, and Nari wanted to appreciate the silence before all hell broke loose. She sat on the unoccupied bench outside of her building, savoring the last five minutes she had until she had to face her worst nightmare. That nightmare happened to have a name: Johnny.

Johnny Suh from Sales. Even thinking about him made Nari’s eye twitch. Ever since she was forced to work with him on her latest project, he made it his sole mission to make her life a living hell. Never once in Nari’s career has she had to work with someone so egotistical, cunning, and above all else: annoyingly attractive.

Although she had been working at her company for the last two years, she had never heard of him. Not until she saw an unfamiliar name CC’d on an email from her boss. Confused, she made her way to her boss’s office.

“He's been here almost as long as you have, I believe,” her boss told her. “Great guy, it should be a breeze working with him.”

It was hilarious how wrong he was. Nari’s reality was most definitely not a breeze, but more like a hurricane. Whatever higher being set this up was surely laughing at her now as she struggled against the powerful storm.

To stand any chance, Nari knew she needed any advice she could get. And who else was more equipped than Jaehyun? After years of working at law firms across the city, Nari was sure he was the only person who could understand how to deal with egotistical monsters.

“I'm just saying, maybe try to avoid any interactions with the guy. I mean he's clearly a prick,” Jaehyun said, then took a sip of his beer.

“Trust me, I've been trying to avoid him but it's impossible when we have to work directly together,” Nari replied.

It was hopeless. Johnny was too smart. Careful not to push it too far, he was only condescending to her face. He made sure his actions spoke for him, though. Like last week when he went out to lunch with their project team, he accidentally forgot to invite her. And just a day ago, she swore he was whispering about her to another coworker in the kitchen. Then he laughed loud enough for Nari to hear, only confirming her suspicions. It was subtle, but enough to make her go insane.

“Don't let him get to you,” Jaehyun offered. “You know he's only doing this because he feels threatened by you.”

Threatened? Why would Johnny be threatened by her? Nothing about her was particularly threatening. Sure, Nari was good at her job but she never did anything that would cause someone to dislike her. And certainly she would never step on anyone just to get a promotion. In her corporate life, Nari made sure to remain honest, social, and professional. Unlike Johnny, who couldn't have a more opposite approach.

“I’ll try,” she replied. “But enough about me. How's it going in your world?”

“Same ol’ bullshit as always,” he chuckled.

They spoke about their jobs for a while longer, laughing at random anecdotes from the week. Nari didn't speak about Johnny again, and shortly the thought of him was washed down along with her Gin and tonic. Somewhere between her first and third drinks, Jaehyun asked her how her dating life had been. It caught her off guard only for a moment as she reached for an answer in her muddled brain. With her thoughts slowed, the best she managed to pull was a horrific yet comical dating story. Jaehyun laughed along with her and shared his own. It was always weird talking about her love life with Jaehyun but it was still nice nonetheless. But she would never get used to it, even though there were no lingering feelings left between them.

Nari came back to her apartment feeling a bit lighter after seeing Jaehyun. While he helped her forget about Johnny momentarily, Nari dreaded tomorrow. It was the day of the company holiday party. Normally Nari looked forward to it every year, but the idea of running into Johnny made her stomach churn. Sure, there were going to be a lot of employees and plus ones but the chance of seeing him wasn't zero.

#nct 127 #nct fanfic #nct #nct 127 fanfic #johnny suh #johnny nct #johnny smut #nct smut

[insomniac-jay]

The Heroes Ch.9 Full Sneak Peek

The Heroes [Chapter 9: New Developments]

"Last night, yet another gang war erupted; this time in the residential district of downtown Kobe. The cause? The drug known as Ace-"

The screen went black. Sol turned towards Yukito with a look on his face that could only say "What the actual fuck?" He was sure that they were thinking the same thing, that is couldn't be real.

"No..." Yukito huffed out his nose and ran his fingers through his hair.

It was true. He could hardly believe it. Even his cigarette hung off his lips from such disbelief. "This cannot be real. I know there's not gang wars over this shit."

"But there is!" Sol flung his arms open. "Can you imagine my horror when I heard that on the news this morning?! And then I got an email from Sir Nighteye saying that we need to declare a public emergency!"

Yukito extinguished his cigarette then stood up. "Okay, okay. This shit is going too far, but we can fix this."

Things were getting out of hand. For the past few days, gang wars have been erupting all around Japan for one thing: Ace. Plus his investigation into Typhon had hit a bump due to not having a mole.

"Well tick tock then, Yukito, because things are about to spiral out of our control even more. And we don't have a mole-"

"If you needed a mole, why didn't you just say so, Frosty?"

Both men turned to see a familiar face standing in the doorway.

She was a tall, slender woman with tan skin and big brown eyes. Atop her head was a pair of white rabbit ears. In her palm was a yoyo.

Quick Escape Hero - White Rabbit (Kaguya Usakan)

Quirk: Rabbit Hole - Kaguya can create and link portals or use doorways, holes, and other openings as portals that she and others can travel through

"Kaguya!"

Kaguya smiled and walked towards the pair. "I can't believe you come to me for information and still don't come to me for a job like that."

"Being a mole is dangerous, Kaguya, especially with Typhon." Yukito warned. "If they find out who you are, they'll kill you or worse."

"Yukito Toshiba, I am both an escape artist and a spy." Kaguya put her hands on her hips. It's not like spying on big criminal organizations was something new to her. "I think I deserve some more action after all the favors I've done for you, old friend."

Yukito spoke up to protest, but stopped when Sol placed his hand on his shoulder.  Then he sighed in defeat.

"Fine, but be careful."

Sol handed her a small spy camera and other tools she'll need. "We're counting on you, Kaguya. This could save many lives."

Kaguya smiled and went on her way. The two men were left to their own devices.

"What do we do now? Sir Nighteye is expecting results and action." Sol asked. "We cannot afford to not uphold our end."

"At most, we can help Sir Nighteye. At least, we can take a small break." Yukito replied, pulling out a box of cigarettes. It was quickly snatched away before it could even be opened.

"You have a smoking problem."

"It relieves stress."

Chikara grunted as she jabbed the punching bag. For the past few days, she'd been working out intensely which she only did for two reasons: either the Olympics were coming up or to take her mind off things.

"You seem tense."

Chikara turned to see Iris standing behind them. That was odd. Iris never went to the gym, at least not to work out. "Iris, I never expected to see you here."

"Don't get it twisted. I'm here to give something to you," Iris said.

Chikara raised an eyebrow and watched as the shorter heroine pulled something out of her pocket. While waiting, they noticed the necklace hanging around Iris's neck. There was only a single white feather.

Actually, now that she saw Iris up close, she was very beautiful.

She had black skin blemished with dark freckles and dark brown eyes. Over her eyes were a pair of circular, gold rimmed glasses. Iris's body was thin and lithe, like a cheerleader or a ballerina. She was also on the tall side much like Chikara herself, probably 6'1" compared to the former's 6'3".

"What's with the necklace?"

Iris looked up at her. "Huh?"

"I just now noticed your necklace." Chikara replied. "How'd you get it?"

Iris clutched the necklace and shifted her eyes. "It's a gift...from my girlfriend." She replied. "The feather is from her wings. She...I don't wanna talk about it anymore."

Chikara hummed. "So what you got for me?"

Iris handed her a sealed envelope. "It's an invite for something, but that's all I know. Either way, it's for you."

Chikara nodded and watched as Iris began to walk away. It made her a little sad. The rainbow heroine always seemed to be a recluse. She never really interacted with the others outside of a work setting and Chikara doubted she had friends.

"Hey Iris."

Iris looked back at the energy powered heroine. "What?"

"Me and some of the gals were plannin' on going to the bar tonight. You wanna come? If ya ain't too busy that is..."

Iris's eyes widened. This was new. It was no secret to herself that she tended to be reclusive and didn't talk much, just watching and listening in the background. "Um...sure. I guess I can put my plans on pause."

Chikara smiled and gave her a thumbs up. "Great! I'll see you at 9 then!"

In that moment when the latter smiled, Iris swore she saw Krista. Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her, maybe it was still the lingering feelings she had for her dead love. Either way, she could feel her heart warm when Chikara smiled.

"You have a really pretty smile." Iris praised.

Chikara flushed red at the compliment. They sheepishly rubbed the back of their neck. "Thanks. Don't get that a lot."

Midtown Yamaguchi

If there's one thing Demoman hated, it was being embarrassed by his cousins.

The three-- Akio, Russell, and Alex-- were out on patrol together at the insistence of Akio's mother. From the very minute they set foot in the city, curious civilians had rushed to see the two new heroes that were with him. Naturally, Russell embraced the attention and charmed them while Alex followed his brother.

Then there were Akio's own fangirls. Alex kept telling them about what kind of shampoo Akio uses to keep his hair fluffy and curly while Russell bragged about how he taught Akio everything he knows about being a hero.

"You never told us you were a hit here. Look at all those fangirls you got." Hypercharge said, tapping his cousin's hard hat with his knuckles. He clearly couldn't tell that Demoman was practically shaking with both rage and embarrassment.

"I told you he'd be a lady killer like us, Alex." Turbocharge added. He was proud of how many ladies his young cousin had gushing and squealing whenever he walked by. "It's simply meant to be."

"Will the two of you please SHUT UP and STOP embarrassing me?!" Demoman's fists balled. At this point, he just wanted both of them to go back to America and leave him be. "I'm the leader here! You listen to me, okay?!"

Turbocharge began to frown. "Akio, what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong! I just want you two to stop embarrassing-" A loud boom shifted their attention and the three took off running to where it happened.

A tall, burly man stood over some defeated heroes. His hair was a mix of yellow and neon green and it glowed brightly. He wore a black hazmat suit underneath orange armor. In the middle of the chestplate was a hazard symbol.

Villain Hazard

Quirk: Nuclear Reaction - He can shape and manipulate the nuclear reactive energies within his own body. He can also harness the forces behind these reactions.

"To think that I could've been one of you is laughable."

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @s0ursop @opalofoctober @elflynns-horde-of-stuff @pizzolisnacks @peachyblkdemonslayer @blondephobicpercy @rogues-rps-and-such

#jay's writings #fic: the heroes

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Hi! I hope it is not too weird to ask, but I am really trying to understand - I totally get that it is not ok to post something private about Pedro himself and treat disrespectfully him and his private life, call him daddy and seek for his reaction to it.

Although, I've seen people here that say the same but also post fanfiction/gif posts where Pedro characters can be called daddy and/or lot of thirsting takes place. You write fics yourself. I mean, is it different because Pedro boys are fictional characters and the whole point of fic is to be fictional story we'd like to imagine? It's still Pedro impersonating them and people thirst over Pedro's appearance and etc, not somebody else's, while reading those. It's unavoidable to imagine him there, playing the character.

Again, I'm not trying to insult you, in fact I actually love your writing) it's more like I question my morals, as I love Pedro for being sunshine and pretty man who brings joy, but I do love smutty fics with Pedro boys. Many people do, as I see. So I started to think about morality in this. I don't like to read fics about Pedro being a real person, it feels intrusive/disrespectful/inappropriate, as if trying to guess what's he like in bed. Just no.

Sorry for long read, but I am really curious what do you think. Have a nice day✨

Hi!

I will try to answer this the best I can. I have a weird english day today (this morning i thanked someone for his injury instead of his inquiry in a work email and I've been trying not to carve my own eyes out ever since)

I have thought a lot about morals in the last years, it's a big factor of why i stopped writing RPF (let me tell you, meeting the actual person you wrote smut about is the weirdest fucking thing ever).

I feel like in the last years the line between what is normal (boundaries!) and what is not got very blurred? It seems to me that people have no filter, get very invasive and just shout out everything into the void that has become the internet. (and media is not helping with that either)

Like I wrote in the tags earlier today the thing some years back with people finding it totally normal to share the private address of Keanu Reeves to a point that people just showed up at his house (seriously, what is wrong with people?)

There seems to be no boundaries anymore and I hope it never gets to that point with Pedro. Part of me is relieved he has no twitter anymore cause holy crap the things that must be happening over there...

I only see what happens in reblogs. I'm not on tiktok. I only follow like 60 people on here. My instagram is even more dead. And I am glad about it lol

The only place where I really "thirst" is on discord and that's more or less private. To me it's a difference if I say things in private or post them online for everyone (and the media) to see.

And with fanfiction...

Yes you could argue that writing smut about an actor's character is sexualizing the person itself too. But personally I don't think of Pedro as a person at all when I write or read about his characters. I think about what he brought to the character. Yes, they might share his face, but everything else is fiction. Does that make sense? In my head it does.

The last thing I would want from Pedro is to do anything I wrote with his characters about. I would take him out to eat a cupcake and then gift him a spa day so that he can get a massage for his back and after that a good night of sleep. It's really werid if you think about it. His characters could probably have me on my knees with a snap of their finger but Pedro would not get more than a hug lol

Pedro is just the newest person to be hyped on the internet (and with that always comes an influx of people) and after S3 of the Mandalorian things will die down again (mark my words) but i am genuienly concerned for where this will be going in the meantime

#asks #fandom

[mahikacorpus]

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NEWSPAPER

[Page 1] News Paper Article

[Page 2] Article is stepped on.

[Page 3] Students are talking and milling. One student, Sakita, is annoyed.

[Page 4]

Sakita, sitting in the front of the class: Tch, still not here. Anya: For @#$%’s sake, I don’t want to hear Mr. Newman’s lecture again. Sakita: Don’t curse, I’ll get you written up. Anya: Class hasn’t started yet, Sakita.

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Elija: I heard that they didn’t find the bodies til this morning. Their families didn’t even know about…ya know. Makisig: How do you not know someone is meeting up with fiends every night? I mean, c’mon. It’s not hard to tell when someone is being sketchy.

[Page 5]

Frankie: Folks from a slum like that probably don’t even know how many kids they have, let alone who's doing what. Makisig, rolls his eyes and turns away from Frankie. Frankie: I’m serious. I read in the paper the other day the percentages of fiendish converts that are able to hide in the slums. It said nearly 25% of its population. Harmony: [Gasp.] How awful. Frankie: I know. If you ask me they should clear out those kinds of neighborhoods. They give this place a bad name. Harmony, light-hearted: Frankie, you shouldn’t say things like that. Cherry: Yeah Frankie, maybe you oughta shut up.

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Frankie: Woah, looks likes someone’s got her panties in a twist. Cherry: Nope, just hate to hear someone wasting air. Frankie: You know Cherry, I’m starting to think you have a crush on me with how obsessed you get with me everytime I talk. Cherry, laughs: Oh, is that what you tell yourself when you’re met with disgust from girls? I mean, I know that’s like every interaction you have, but wow. There’s coping and then there’s delusional.

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Frankie: Wow, sad attempt at humor. But hey, shouldn’t be the only kind of failure you should get used to. Osvaldo: Dude. Cherry: No, no. Let him speak, it just makes me wanna hit him more. Fabiola: Cherry, c’mon he’s not worth it. Frankie: Yeah Cherry, move along. I bet the whole reason you’re mad anyway is cause you’re from those same slums, huh? Was I hitting a little too close to home?

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Cherry laughs. “You’re right, Fabiola. He’s not worth it.” Hits him. “Doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve it.”

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Fighting ensues between Cherry and Frankie. Ramil tries to push Frankie off of her, but she pulls his out of the way.

[Page 10]

Joseph (a teacher for a different homeroom) gets there and has to break it up with his favor (magical gift. His allows him to control puppets!): “What happened?” No one talks, Harmony goes to speak up and Osvaldo stops her and shakes his head. Joseph: “No one?”…

[Page 11]

Joseph: “Fine. Cherry and Frankie, go to the principal's office... Go now."

[Page 12]

Text over Diwa in the rain with a smoking sword with Jospeh's dialogue over it: "Diwa will decide the consequences of both of your actions when they’re back.”

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[Page 13] A screen with words. Hands typing on a keyboard.

[Page 14] Character, Princess, gets an email about the CEO of her work being arrested on charges of libel.

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Princess laughs: “Aw, how quaint.” Princess: “President, your hand is showing.”

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She gets a call, Princess: “Amanda I saw the article—”

Princess: “Oh. Hey, it’s been a minute. How’s the dog hunt going?”

Princess: “I see.”

Princess: “I’ll try to fit it into my schedule.”

Diwa: “Thank you, Princess. I really appreciate it.”

[Page 17]

Princess: “Of course, what else are best friends for?”

Princess: “Talk to you later, bye.”

[Page 18]

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[Page 19] Picture of a girl with a fish head and two middle fingers.

[Page 20]

Dagati: “You know you were being stupid right?” Cherry: “Well, I wasn’t gonna let him run his mouth like that.” Dagati: “Cherry, you could get in serious trouble.” Ciro: “I think we’re forgetting he had it coming.” Dagati: “I’m serious guys! You hit him. You could get expelled. You know how the school is with their ‘violence’ policy.”

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Ciro: “His words are violent. I doubt if Diwa heard him, they would’ve let it slide.” Pause, distance. Cherry: “I didn’t even use my favor…c’mon Dagati, I’ll be fine.” … Cherry, sighs. Sits down and taps on her paper: “Can you not ignore me?”

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Dagati: “I’m not.” Cherry: “It feels like it.” Another pause. Ciro comes to sit beside her and bump her shoulder. Ciro: “Gati, what is it?”

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Dagati: “I knew them.” Ciro: “Who?” Dagati: “The boys in the paper…I—”

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