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maybeitsalivescribbles · 17 days

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I wondered what would happen if heroes were stuck in a town without villains, and this is the result:

The Fakers

At the Hero Agency, the open space was silent. The clock alone was ticking the seconds away, although they seemed more like minutes for the three heroes inside. Only their suits added a touch of color in the gray room. It was a sunny day, but their expressions were as stern as their office. Settled behind their laptops, they frowned, scrolling furiously and refreshing the live news stream. Sometimes, they asked each other:

“Do you have something? Anything?”

Since they all checked the same sites, the answer was always negative. They couldn’t help, though. They kept asking. Suddenly, Hero 1 yelled:

“Hey, come and see this!”

The others jumped out of their seats, rushing to them:

“Something new?”

“A robbery?”

“A kidnapping?”

“A storm coming?”

“No! A cat video!”

Well, it was better than nothing. Everyone pressed around the screen to see the kittens. One minute and a half of glorious amazement later, they all turned back to their places, sharing embarrassed smiles.

During the next hour, a phone rang in Hero 2's pocket. They weren’t allowed to answer them in the office, but it was a long time that didn’t matter anymore. Without showing it, the others listened rapturously to every laconic answer Hero 2 made. After she hanged up, another asked innocuously:

“Everything’s all right?”

She raised her head as if it weighted too much for her neck:

“Hmm? Yes, yes. That was my sister Superhero, from the capital. She just fought Villain in hand-to-hand combat. She’s fine.”

“Oh. That’s good, then.”

“Sure.”

There was a tense silence. Everyone went back to their computers, and jumped when she hit the table with her fist:

“Damn it, why am I stuck in this office? I’m a goddamn loser!”

The other heroes glanced at each other nervously and didn’t answer, but she wasn’t finished:

“I can fight Villains just as well as her! I went to the same academy! I trained just as hard!”

Hero 3 tried to defuse the situation:

“We know, Hero 2. You fought so well during Supervillain’s attack-”

“That was two years ago!”

“Because...err..because we made such a good job Villains are scared to come here now?”

“No, damn it! It’s because that city is so bloody little no one is interested in taking it over! No building to explode, no rich people to kidnap, and I bet the bank only has pocket change! Nobody cares about us!”

No one replied. She was right and they all knew it.

“That’s not that bad,” tried to plead Hero 1. “I mean, if we were in the capital, we would see catastrophes and dead people every day. Isn’t this a reasonable price for peace? I-”

Hero 2 turned to face them, roaring:

“What about the money, Hero 1? What about the fucking money? We don’t find a villain to fight, the agency will cut our salary completely, and the health insurance. Do you have another safe job in mind, in this economy? I think not!”

Hero 1's gaze snapped to the floor.

“She’s right,” said Hero 3 in his soft, low, sad voice. “My daughter will get to college next year. I don’t know how to tell her that I might not have the money.”

“We’re screwed, aren’t we?” asked Hero 1 mournfully.

“If we keep wallowing, yes,” riposted Hero 2, knotting her fingers together. “But the academy has taught us not to give into despair. There must be something we can do.”

“No, not we, that’s the problem,” interjected Hero 3. “We just – we need a villain.”

“You have a list, Hero 1, don’t you?”

“Yes. I know who are the closest to us, and what crimes they have done. But you don’t suggest-”

Hero 2 stood up and paced the room, stopping just to look at them:

“I’m just saying! We’re out of options. Not all Villains do a lot of damage. If we set a trap for one to come here, it’ll be a good action, right? We’d be stopping them. That’s our job. We catch one, we make them promise to stay in town and not to hurt citizens, we let them go, rinse and repeat.”

The two others exchanged a glance. Hero 1 bit their lip, but as they were about to talk, Hero 3 shook his head:

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. We don’t know the harm we can bring into the city.”

“Think about your daughter!”

“Lots of people here have a daughter. I couldn’t sleep at night if I hurt one of them. I’ve not become a hero to do this.”

He crossed his arms, on the defensive. Hero 2 stepped towards him, with a pleading smile:

“At least let’s take a look at them. Just a little peek at the list. We have to inform ourselves anyway.”

Hero 3 grimaced, but he went along when the two others came to see the list on Hero 1's computer.

“Oh, look at this gal! Only specialized in robberies, lives only 50 km from here.”

“Nah, read ahead,” protested Hero 3. She killed one hostage once.”

“Okay, fine,” sighed Hero 2. “What about this guy? He didn’t do much. Just kidnapped the mayor of his town once. I mean, who can blame him ? The man is nasty.”

“Yeah, but after that he kidnapped his eight-year-old boy to make a point. Pass.”

“If you nitpick like that, we’ll never find anyone!”

“You call this nitpicking? Anyway, what would you do to make them come here? Write a letter? “Dear Villain, come to wreck shit in our town so we can be paid, please don’t denounce us, signed Very amoral heroes?” That doesn’t make sense!”

“Do you have a better idea?”

Hero 3 hesitated.

“Maybe we should write a letter to the agency,” he proposed. If our job is done, maybe they’ll relocate us to a bigger town.”

“Do you know the rent there?”

“Maybe we can replace heroes who were wounded or something to begin with.”

Hero 1, who played with their pen during their conversation, suddenly threw it in the air with an exclamation of triumph. The pen hit Hero’s 2 shoulder, who yelped indignantly and encased it in ice with a snap of her fingers.

“I’ve got it!” yelled Hero 1, turning towards their colleagues with a huge grin. “Replace, that’s it!”

Opening a file which contained their schedules, they pointed at the others, adding:

“Heroes, meet our villains!”

Hero 2 and 3 looked at their finger designating them and exchanged a glance.

“You mean... we turn evil?”

“Listen to me. We can’t trust Villains to do the right evil thing. But we do, right? We know this town. We never patrol at the same time. While one of us do the heroing, another pretends to be a new villain in town. We train between each other, so we’ll have no problem fighting for show.”

The room fell into a brief, stunned silence.

“Can we do it?” wondered Hero 2, griping her elbows. “I mean, we’re heroes. Do we have what it takes?”

“I’m sure we can be whatever we want to be, replied Hero 1 reassuringly. Look at your willingness to throw away citizens' safety for yourself! That was very evil.”

Hero 2 blushed:

“Aw, you only say that.”

“I mean it! You’d be perfectly vicious!”

“My, that- that means a lot. You too, you’d be a really good evil mastermind.”

“Aw, thanks. And Hero 3 here was ready to destroy our plans at every turn! Just like a villain. Plus, at the last break, he ate the next doughnut.”

“I didn’t mean it!” he gasped, turning red.

They all looked expectantly at him.

“Nobody is coming to rescue us,” slowly said Hero 2, smirking. “Sometimes you have to be your own Villain.”

Hero 3 sighed and crossed his arms:

“I can sew,” he mumbled. “I’ll make us new costumes.”

Back to the Hero x Villain Masterlist.

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icyharrington · 2 years

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Hayyyy prompt 13 & 18 with Stevie ??

Yesss OKAY ill do them as 2 separate ones if that’s ok?? Also I’m sorry this turned out way longer than I intended, I think it’s around 2k words so not exactly a blurb lmfao but ohhh well ^_^

Contains: vaginal sex, car sex, bratty reader, daddy kink (sorry to those who aren’t into that lmaoo i just feel like steve has a daddy kink)

13. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

It’s just about sundown, and Steve pulls down the visor of his car with a grimace as he’s hit head-on by a potent ray of orangey light. “Jesus, that’s fucking blinding!”

The situation isn’t much better on the passenger side, where you’re seated in your denim shorts and crop top, thigh bouncing with excess energy from hours of remaining still. You dip your head down to avoid the beams of sun, sighing impatiently. “How close are we to the motel?”

“You’re the one with the goddamn map, (y/n)!” he snaps irritably, clearly struggling to maneuver his head between you and the sunbathed road. “Shit! It’s like someone’s shining a flashlight right in my eyes!”

It’s been approximately twelve hours since your road trip to California with your boyfriend had commenced, and Steve had gotten it in his head to take some of the backroads during rush hour in order to avoid the traffic. He turned out to be right about that theory, with the roads being sparsely populated for miles on end, but neither of you have any clue where you are anymore. “Just fucking pull over at this point.”

Steve complies with your suggestion, forearm flexing deliciously as he shifts his beloved BMW into park, choosing a shady spot out of the way of the street. He’s visibly stressed, with his hair starting to go limp due to an extended period without a Vera Fawcett touch-up. “Let me see the map. I marked where the motel is, so we just need to figure out where we are right now.”

He retrieves the pen he has tucked behind his ear, clicking the back down with his mouth as he swipes the gigantic map from your hands. Resting it up against the dashboard, he scans the tiny dots and letters with knit brows until he finally turns back to you with a solemn expression. “Yeah, I have no fucking clue where we are.”

“Well, this sucks,” you gripe, sliding down in your seat until your butt is hanging off, like you’re melting into a puddle right there on the floor of Steve’s car. “I’m so fucking bored.”

“Well, damn! Sorry that you don’t like playing I Spy with me!” Steve says, appearing genuinely offended. “Just give me a few minutes and I can figure this out, okay? We can’t be more than an hour away from the place.”

“Oh, fantastic. Only an hour?” you groan, not attempting to hide your sarcasm in the slightest.

Steve shoots you a pointed glare, opening his mouth to speak before apparently deciding against it, instead giving you an incredulous shake of his head. Then he goes back to studying the map, leaning forward as he rests his elbows on his denim-clad knees.

You stare at him from where you still sit slumped, pushing yourself back up onto the seat so you can stretch your bare legs out in front of you. Your shorts are impossibly short and high-waisted, to the point where the pockets stick out the back; they’re Steve’s favorite, not that he’s paying you any attention in them right now. Your sneakers have been discarded into the backseat, leaving your lower half bare save for a pair of calf-length tube socks.

Resting one leg onto the dashboard, you use the other to nudge Steve with your foot. “Steve.”

He keeps his eyes fixed on the map, rubbing the underside of his chin pensively. “I’m kinda in the middle of something, (y/n).”

Rolling your eyes, you give him another poke, kicking your legs up into the air once his focus is back on you. You can see the way his hazel eyes linger on the smooth expanse of your thighs and calves, jaw just barely clenching at the sight.

You just can’t stop yourself from distracting him; after all this time staying put, you’re in desperate need for some action.

“No,” he says sternly, as you return your foot to his leg, rubbing him playfully. “Do you want to get to the motel by the end of the night or not?”

“But I’m so horny,” you whine, a pout evident on your painted lips. You dance your legs back and forth in front of you, using one hand to idly pull at the front of your top. “I can’t stop thinking of your big dick filling me up.”

You hear his breath catch in his throat, a rosy flush rising to prominence in his angular cheeks. He glances down to your cleavage, which you show off to him proudly, stretching the fabric down even further until your lacy pink bra is on full display. “Fuck. Babe, please- you know I want you, but we need to figure this out before it starts to get dark. I’ll give it to you good when we get to the motel, yeah? I promise.”

He draws a cross over his heart with his fingertips, but you aren’t satisfied with the declaration. The more you look at him, the more you crave him- the smell of his shampoo and musky deodorant, and his aftershave, buried in the crook of your neck and sinking into your skin, pressed as closely as your atoms will allow. The thought makes your head spin, a burning urge making itself known in the pit of your stomach.

You center your vision on him, with his plump lips and cutting jaw, fixing your eyes into wide, deceptively sweet pools of longing; your mouth is slightly parted as you take sharp gulps of oxygen into your lungs, your heart racing at the prospect of getting what you want. He can’t resist you when you’re like this, all faux-innocent and needy, which is exactly the reason why you’re putting this show on for him.

“But Steve…” you purr, tits heaving with each quickened breath. “I need you.”

You can sense that he’s trying not to fall into your trap, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he shakes his head slowly. “If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to a bed.”

“So?” you counter, lashes fluttering. Unbuttoning your shorts with a quirk of your eyebrow, you test him, bringing the fabric down just low enough that he can see the lace of your panties peeking out.

“Ah, shit. Fuck it. Get over here.”

You’re unable to contain your excitement, squealing out gleefully as Steve undoes his jeans, wiggling his hips in order to pull them lower. He scowls at you resentfully, but the edges of his lips twitch as he fights back a smirk.

“What’re you waiting for, huh? You were the one begging me for my big dick- now hurry up and strip for me.” He licks his lips, pulling his boxers down with his jeans to reveal his semi-hard cock, the view of which makes your mouth water.

You follow through with Steve’s commands, figuring they’re only fair. There’s a sense of pride that washes over you when you witness Steve grow fully hard, seemingly in perfect time with you removing your skimpy top and even-skimpier shorts. You don’t take off your matching bra and panty set from Victoria’s Secret, seeing that you would rather not be seen butt naked in the middle of who-knows-where by some pervy truck driver, and also because it’s cute and you spent a lot of money on it.

Steve doesn’t complain, though; his teeth sink into his lower lip as his eyes drink in your figure, draped all in lingerie that you purchased specifically with him in mind.

“You like it, Steve?” you ask, although the dumbfounded look on his face already gives away the answer to your question. “I got it just for you.”

“You are so goddamn sexy,” he mutters, taking a greedy hold of your backside with both hands as you climb into his lap. “Fuck the underwear. It’s all you.”

“Oh, please,” you giggle, flustered by his complimentary nature, though you should probably be used to it at this point. “You’re just saying that.”

Steve reaches between your legs, a low groan escaping his throat when he discovers how aroused you are, petting you experimentally through the brightly colored lace that veils your pussy. “Mhm. Don’t try and play modest, baby. You know you always drive me crazy. Now c’mon and ride me.”

He tugs your panties to one side, holding them in place for you while you position yourself to straddle him. Once your narrow, slick entrance is lined up with the wide tip of his cock, he brings his hands to support your hips, hissing as he guides you down into his lap.

His length stretches you wide, just like every other time he fucks you- he isn’t just being delusional when he claims to be packing, like most of the other college-age boys are. It hurts a little in the beginning, but he peppers your throat with open-mouthed kisses until your thoughts are incoherent, and you hardly notice the burning pain anymore. “Steve…”

“That’s my girl,” he praises lowly, his fingertips digging possessively into the padded flesh of your upper thighs; his face is hidden in your neck, words vibrating against your jugular, and you’re so overwhelmed with arousal that all you can do is whimper. “Won’t stop whining until daddy splits her on his cock, will she?”

You shake your head deviously, rocking your hips in a slow, easy rhythm; you tilt your head back, eyes blurred and vacant as Steve trails his veined hands up and down your body, cupping your breasts through your bra before traveling one down to rub circles on your clit. “Yeah. My babygirl’s being so nice and quiet for me now, finally.”

His voice is raspy, shaking; he thrusts his hips up underneath you, causing you to cry out, moving up and down on him faster. Steve slides the straps of your bra down your shoulders in preparation to free your breasts from their obscuring garment, attaching his lips to the space in between your breasts and collarbone and leaving bruises in his wake. “That’s it, baby. Take my cock like a- fuck- good girl.”

There’s sweat beading on your forehead, and you wrap your arms around him, needing his scent to envelope you entirely. You’re both moaning, immersed in your shared state of lustful bliss as he fucks you open, so hard and deep that you can practically feel him in your throat.

He continues circling your clit with his fingers, pushing in hard to make you squirm. His teeth scrape alongside your nipple, breaking several blood vessels in the process, which he takes obvious delight in. “If I make you cum on my dick, will you be a good girl for the rest of our trip? Hm?”

You pretend like you’re thinking about it, though at the moment you’re not exactly able to form a cohesive idea. “Maybe if you make me cum r-really hard…” you choke out, shocked by how much you’re struggling with the simple task of speaking.

He takes your face in his hand, eyes narrowing sternly. “No. It’s either yes or no, or you get nothing at all, ‘kay?”

“Fine! I’ll be a good girl, Steve, I swear. Just make me cum,” you beg, boosting your momentum so that you’re bouncing on him, your pussy taking his massive length with obscene, wet sounds. “Please?”

He chuckles at the panicked tilt of your voice, rolling his body underneath your own as he massages your clit in fervent, nonsensical shapes. “S’what I thought. Go on and cum for me, baby.”

As if he’s just recited some type of spell, your body obeys him without hesitation; an unabashedly loud cry escapes you as the orgasm ripples throughout your body, your walls clamping tightly around him.

Steve’s lips curve into a smirk as he observes you coming undone in his lap, stroking your hair affectionately when you eventually collapse into his chest, gasping with exhaustion.

“Good girl,” he whispers, tracing his right hand back and forth up your spine. “Now will you stop whining and distracting me?”

You let out a puff of air, your voice muffled by the fabric of Steve’s old band t-shirt. “Fine. As long as I can make you cum now, too.”

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elvenbeard · 1 year

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Timing

Summary: Kerry and V keep missing each other's calls, and need to work on their communication. Kerry decides to investigate what's going on with V, but is not prepared for what he will find. (Post-Sun-Ending, Chapter 2/?, 4003 words, Kerry Eurodyne/V) >> Previous Chapter

“Are you fucking shitting me?” Kerry cursed when once again all he got on the holo was the goddamn voicemail. This time he didn’t leave a message, angrily hung up, and only just resisted the urge to fling his phone off the studio roof.

“You need to work on your fuckin’ timin’, V,” he muttered, pacing around the rooftop terrace as he lit up a cigarette. Once he’d noticed the missed calls – despite everything it had been a really good day recording today – he’d immediately dropped everything to run outside. The reception in the booth was miserable. He’d been anxiously waiting for a sign of life from V from the moment he left two days ago. He’d barely slept, and now that he was back he still couldn’t get him to answer his damned holo. Kerry breathed out a huge plume of smoke through his nose, then took a deep breath in. The studio may have been in the middle of Charter Hill, but up here all he heard was the wind. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on that, visualized it blowing away all his frustration, even if only for a few minutes. Then he pulled up his holo again. Even if he couldn’t reach him now, he could at least listen to V’s voice in the two messages he’d left him.

The first one was from almost two hours ago… V had come back in one piece, at least. But as he did so often lately, he sounded so absentminded, which worried Kerry more than anything. More than the hesitation to talk about his clients, which he’d usually never been shy about, especially the stressful, annoying ones, which this one seemed to be. It worried him more than the ridiculously long hours he stayed away lately, too, ‘cause V’d been like that occasionally even before taking over from Rogue. Something in V’s voice wasn’t quite right, hadn’t been for a few weeks, and Kerry wished he’d at least let him have a glimpse into his mind… but it seemed utterly impossible to peer behind his walls, was getting harder every day. Something had happened, but he didn’t know what it was. It drove him nuts. At the same time, he wondered if he was reading too much into it, only making it worse… or if he was not doing enough and V withdrew on purpose... Would leave him, like everyone else had before.

He opened the second message before his thoughts began spiraling too much again.

“Hey back at ya. Again. Just wanted to say, I’m almost home now, just driving through Corpo Plaza.”

Yeah, Kerry could hear the noise of the rush hour traffic in the background. Ridiculous how he kept doing that to himself without thinking much about it. But V was good behind the steering wheel, and old habits were hard to kill.

“I’ve… been thinkin’ about you a lot, about us.”

Kerry’s heart almost stopped. Had he been thinking about him, about them, just like that, or… was this the start of the “we need to talk” conversation he dreaded more than anything?

“I finally had a moment to listen to your messages from earlier today, too…”

Fuck… He’d regretted leaving those the second it was too late to take them back. He’d been still half-asleep, worried sick, and honestly, a bit mad at V for the way he’d been acting lately. Had he picked up the phone then, hearing his real voice alone probably would have been enough to soothe Kerry’s anger and sadness. But he’d been out there somewhere, unable to answer, and Kerry just blurted out what he was feeling at that moment without thinking it through, talking to a wall more than to V directly.

It was true, he wished they’d spend more time together… but he also knew only too well that V was trying everything in his power to even allow them to have more time. Alt had given him six months, at most, roughly. That was over three months ago. Viktor had done everything he could to patch V up after Mikoshi, and when he was at his wits end, Kerry phoned around and gathered some of the best specialists for brain stuff his endlessly deep pockets could buy them. But all they did was quickly come to the conclusion that the tech V would need to survive this didn’t exist yet. They could ease or delay some of the worst symptoms, and maybe that could give him some additional weeks, or a month, but not much more. Hearing that almost destroyed him, and he couldn’t even imagine what V must have felt when they told him. The nights they’d both spent crying afterwards, about how unfair it was that the time they’d have with each other was so limited. So many wasted years, and V wouldn’t even get to live half the lifetime Kerry had under his belt.

And here he was, getting pissy about V forgetting to go to the grocery store. Again, the urge to toss something off the roof rose, so Kerry threw his half-smoked cigarette. He’d been so lost in thought that he didn’t even catch the rest of the message, so he had to replay it.

“I finally had a moment to listen to your messages from earlier today, too…”

The pause that followed was almost unbearable.

“I love you, Kerry, I hope you know that. ‘Cause I know I’ve been bad at showing it lately.”

“Fuck,” Kerry cursed, a huge chunk of tension falling off his back, so much so he felt the overwhelming urge to sit down on the floor for a moment. He only just caught the tail end of the message of V saying goodbye.

“Yeah, I know that, ya gonk,” he said quietly, “Now please just pick up your fuckin’ holo so I can tell you the same.”

He called, and this time V at least wasn’t talking to someone else, but he still didn’t pick up for some reason. There was no way he’d made it all the way back home already, right? Or maybe he had, no reception in the elevator. Or he was in the shower already.

“Urgh, fine!” Kerry yelled, his voice echoing across the city. He got back up, paced over to the stairwell, and jogged back down the few flights of stairs to the level the studio was on. The recording engineers were still there, sitting on the sofas by the enormous mixer console just outside the recording booth. They seemed to be enjoying their short coffee break, as Kerry had instructed them to before running upstairs, and were joking with Kerry’s new manager Lee who hadn’t been here yet before.

“Kerry!” he said, beaming with annoying joy but also flinching slightly as Kerry stormed into the room, “I have great news! I’ve been phoning back and forth with the Crystal Palace management - …”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, send an e-mail. I gotta go,” Kerry brushed him off as he snatched up his jacket from one of the chairs by the mixer and immediately turned around to leave. The engineers stared at him wide-eyed but didn’t dare to say a thing.

“But… Kerry, this is huge! Let me just-…“ Lee stammered, but Kerry was already out the door.

He was drumming against the control panel restlessly, a random little beat that wouldn’t leave his head, as the elevator took him down to the parking garage agonizingly slowly. He knew it was in vain, but he tried calling V a couple of more times before he made it to his car. Then again as he finally emerged from the darkness, greeted by Charter Hill’s fake cherry trees and glass skyscrapers gleaming golden from the setting sun. But no luck.

Kerry sighed and turned right to get on the highway. It was the less direct way home, but no way in hell he’d squeeze himself through the City Center rush hour like some people did. On the way to Little China he kept trying to reach out to V a few more times, but he didn’t answer. For a moment he pondered calling Rogue but brushed the thought aside. Why would she know anything he didn’t?

Finally, Kerry arrived in the street their penthouse sat on; the parking garage was just around the corner. Even Little China was busy around this time of day… or at least it was today. There was quite the commotion ahead. At first Kerry didn’t think much of it, slowing down his car. Traffic was still moving, but apparently redirected elsewhere. As he got closer to the intersection, he saw that the NCPD had blocked off the road, and a tow truck just arrived to get rid of the carnage of a nasty-looking car accident. An NCPD officer gestured him to turn around, and Kerry almost did without second thought. Then he looked back to the wrecks once more, he wasn’t even sure why, and his heart stopped for the second time in under half an hour. He thought to recognize V’s grey and gold Quadra V-Tech being one of the wrecks. He slammed on the breaks and froze, the guy in the car behind him honking angrily.

“Please turn around, the road is blocked!” the NCPD officer in front of him yelled over her megaphone, but only garbled nonsense reached Kerry’s ears. Almost automatically he put his car in park mode and got out.

“Sir! Stay in your vehicle!” the cop yelled, while in the background the V-Tech was prepared for getting towed.

Kerry started marching towards the police cordon, more cars behind him honking, some turning around chaotically and almost causing another accident.

“Sir!” the cop yelled again, more threateningly this time. But yes, seeing it up closer now, Kerry was absolutely sure this was V’s car. The windshield was broken, the entire front damaged almost beyond recognition, but the color and a few other details were quite unique. The other car, a red Mizutani, was in even worse shape. Lying on its roof the rescuers had cut off the doors to get to whoever had been still inside. Then Kerry saw a body covered in a white tarp a little further back behind the Mizutani, and his stomach turned.

“What happened to the driver of the grey car?” Kerry half-screamed at the cop, almost not recognizing his own voice, the noise of the traffic and his own heartbeat deafening. Only then he noticed she had her gun drawn, pointing it at him. But he did not budge, he couldn’t. He was too shocked by this entire scene.

“Sir, get back into your car, this is a crime scene!” the cop ordered, her voice shaky. Kerry couldn’t see her face behind her tactical visor, but she sounded very young still.

“What happened?” he yelled, his heart beating so fast he couldn’t think straight, he barely understood what she was saying and what was happening anymore. He turned back to face the wrecks.

“Don’t make me lose him like this, not like this…” he whispered to himself, hands on his head, clutching his hair, as his chest was about to explode.

One of the other cops at the scene noticed the commotion and sprinted over to help their younger colleague.

“Officer Riley, status report?” the cop asked loudly, her voice also muffled, but older, more seasoned sounding.

“I just wanna fuckin’ know what happened, how hard can it be?” Kerry snapped and turned back to the cops briefly, half tempted to climb over the makeshift barrier they’d set up.

“Sir, calm down,” the older cop ordered, “And Riley, put your gun down.”

The younger woman did as she was told but kept a close eye on Kerry regardless. The older one walked over to him, keeping her distance, but spoke to him directly.

“Are you a relative?” she asked sternly, but calm.

“The Quadra,” Kerry stammered, “It’s my… mainline’s car. He tried to call me less than half an hour ago…”

“Trauma Team came and picked him up only just,” the cop said, and Kerry finally managed to pull his eyes away from the wreckage to look at the cop, “He was injured, but not in a life-threatening manner as far as I’ve gathered. The shitheads that caused the accident had it much worse.”

“Where’d they take him?” Kerry asked breathlessly.

“Med Center just down the road. Now please move your vehicle out of the way!”

He sprinted back to his car, engine still running, then turned around tires screeching and sped off to the Med Center.

Everything was a blur. He didn’t remember how he got here, where he parked the car, or if he’d even turned the engine off this time, but by the time he burst into the lobby of the Med Center his mission was clear. The young guy behind the only currently available counter kept smiling but also visibly recoiled when Kerry slammed his hands on the desk.

“Can I help you –“ he stammered but Kerry was quicker.

“They just brought in someone, I need to get to him,” Kerry blurted out.

“Um, are you a relative?”

“Look it up, Vincent Ezaki. But he goes just by V,” Kerry ignored him.

“Isn’t that Kerry Eurodyne?” one of the other receptionists gasped, and several more heads turned into his direction, visitors and staff alike.

“Oh my god, yes! I was there for the premiere of ‘Off the Leash’!”

Kerry sighed. Anything for his fans, usually, but currently all that mattered to him was making sure V was okay.

“First person that fuckin’ tells me where the fuck V is and how to get to him gets a front row ticket for my next concert. Go!”

This was the fastest he’d ever gotten the information he needed at a hospital. Not even “my wife is in labor, where can I find her?” had worked as well as this. He’d had to keep that in mind for future reference. A med-tech was called and led him all the way to the correct floor – but then only to the visitor waiting area. Kerry grew angry again.

“No, I wanna see V, not sit around here like a useless piece of shit,” he complained.

“Mr. Eurodyne, that’s not possible. Mr. Ezaki –“

“V,” Kerry immediately corrected her.

“… V is in treatment, and as a Trauma Team Platinum customer receiving the best medical care available. As soon as the doctors are done you can go and see him, but please let them do their work first.”

Kerry raked his mind for a witty reply, his pulse still racing at top speeds, so much so that his biomonitor had started to alert him of his blood pressure. He took another deep breath and forcefully swallowed down his anger.

“Can you tell me anythin’ at least?” he then asked as he slumped down on one of the free armchairs she had directed him to. The space was quiet and nicely decorated with fake flowers on dainty little tables and artworks on the walls, but it still felt pretty sterile. The tech pulled up a file on her data pad and skimmed through it briefly.

“Some broken bones, bruises, scratches. The most severe injury that is currently being looked into is a possible concussion. But he was conscious and talking to our team briefly before being brought in.”

Kerry couldn’t stop his leg from bouncing and he crossed his arms as he stared down the long hallway leading here, eyes fixated on the door that said “Staff Only” in bright red letters.

“Mr. Eurodyne,” the med-tech said, following his gaze, “Please be patient. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

She patted him on the shoulder, then slowly turned to leave. Kerry got up from his chair as soon as she was out of sight. He pondered lighting up a smoke right then and there to calm his nerves, but he didn’t want to get kicked out of two hospitals for the same thing. So instead, he started pacing again, up and down the hallway, trying to get rid of his nervous energy. The fact that V was somewhere behind this door, so close and yet so far, and him incapable of doing anything to help him, was torture. Eventually he sat back down again and pulled up his holo interface. He hadn’t even noticed Lee trying to call him a couple of times through all of this. He ignored him for a little while longer, instead pulled up V’s last voicemail message again. Received at 6.48 it said. Now it was almost 8. The accident must have happened minutes, if not moments after he’d tried to call. Kerry cursed. He listened to the message once more.

“I love you, Kerry, I hope you know that. ‘Cause I know I’ve been bad at showing it lately.”

If V had died wondering whether or not Kerry knew he loved him… After the messages he’d left this morning, it was no wonder. But knowing this was what was on his mind moments before some random Tygers almost killed him… it would have killed Kerry along with V.

They both sucked at showing their love for each other lately, each in their own way. They’d both been incredibly busy, V with this mysterious gig, Kerry with the new album, barely seeing each other some days. Whatever the reasons were for V withdrawing, it played right into Kerry’s fear of being abandoned once again. And him being snappy and mad and sarcastic played right into V switching into defense mode and withdrawing even more. They needed to work on their communication, desperately, but also… when they finally had some time for each other, just the two of them alone, serious talk like that was the last thing on their minds to blow off steam.

At 8pm sharp a small notification bleeped in the corner of Kerry’s peripheral. “Feed the cat” it said.

“Ah, crap…”

What use was an automatic feeder if you’d still have to refill it so often? While Kerry still pondered who to call to delegate this task to, Lee tried calling him again.

“Well, ya did this to yourself…” he mused as he picked up.

“Kerry!” Lee exclaimed with too much enthusiasm for Kerry’s current state of mind, “So happy to reach you, what I’ve been trying to tell you - …”

“Can ya do me a big solid, Lee?” Kerry interrupted him, “Swing by my Little China pad and feed the cat, would ya?”

“Oh, um…”

Kerry ended the call before Lee could finish his sentence. Something, something, the Crystal Palace, whatever. Kerry couldn’t care less about that stupid space station right now.

Another hour or so passed, and slowly but surely the last couple of nights’ sleep-deprivation began to kick in. Simultaneously he was still on edge, his patience wearing thin at the lack of updates and information, the utter bleakness of this hallway and seating area dragging Kerry down even more. He didn’t remember the last time he’d been in such a weird state of mind… almost as if he was drunk out of his mind while simultaneously high on something that shouldn’t be mixed with alcohol. Lee had given up on calling him, instead sent a photo of Nibbles eating, and a wall of text afterwards about whatever it was he’d been trying to tell him all evening. Right when Kerry got so bored out of his mind that he almost considered reading the text, the “Staff Only” door swung open. Immediately he was wide awake again, jumped out of his chair almost.

The med-tech from earlier was back, accompanied by what he assumed was a doctor, as she wore differently colored scrubs. That’s at least how you could tell them apart on TV shows.

“How is he?” Kerry asked, his voice coming out not nearly as confident as he’d have liked it to.

“He’s sleeping but doing good overall. We gave him some pretty strong painkillers that will keep him knocked out until tomorrow,” the tech explained.

Kerry sighed, relieved and exhausted, his head spinning slightly but in a good way finally.

“There was some minor damage to some of his implants that we could fix, and he will make a good recovery regarding any broken bones. There is something though I wanted to ask you about, as his emergency contact,” the doctor said and pulled up something on her data pad. Kerry’s first wave of euphoria dwindled at the sight of a brain scan with several large areas highlighted in red presented to him.

“He suffered a concussion during the accident. Standard procedure here is a thorough brain scan, but what we found was a lot worse than what the impact could have caused. So, not having his complete medical history on file currently, maybe you can give us some insight?”

Kerry interlocked his fingers behind his head, looking at the images only with reluctance.

“Y’know, I’m no expert on that stuff, dunno what’s everything s’pposed to look like even…” he said.

“We know that,” the med-tech chimed in calmly, gently putting a hand on Kerry’s back, “But are you aware of any past trauma or illness V went through that affects his nervous system?”

Kerry dropped his arms.

“Can I see?” he said, pointing at the data pad. The doctor handed it to him. Kerry flicked through the scans, actually very familiar with the sight. He was just startled time and time again by how severe V’s condition really was, having it laid out so clearly in front of him.

“Guess ya could say he’s quite ill, yeah,” he then explained quietly, “Had a bad injury about half a year back, followed up by… I don’t even know how to describe it. I just know things kinda kept getting worse after that, and still are.”

“An infection following the injury?” the doctor asked, and Kerry laughed weakly.

“Somethin’ like that, I guess. Been told his case is pretty unique. So far, no treatments available. He can explain it better than me.”

“Do you happen to have any more recent scans available? From other clinics?” the doctor asked.

“Dr. Fuentes is conducting a study on hard to cure diseases of the nervous system,” the med-tech explained, “It might be a long shot, but maybe, a few years down the road, there will be a treatment that could help someone like V.”

“He doesn’t have a few years,” Kerry said numbly, any sparks of hope flickering in the doctor’s words immediately extinguished by the timeframe they gave, “Months, at most, we’ve been told.”

“Even so,” Fuentes said firmly, “I would like to look into this. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

“Only V can decide that,” Kerry shrugged, “But yeah, there are recent scans. Pretty sure his Ripper has somethin’ from a couple months back. ‘bout a month and a half ago we had that brain specialist have a look, uhh… Wilson, or Williams or somethin’ like that, can give ya her number. If V agrees.”

“Of course,” Fuentes nodded, keeping up the friendly professional attitude. But something in her eyes told Kerry that she meant serious business. Kerry hadn’t decided yet if it was in a way he liked or not.

“Can I go see him now?” he just asked and handed back the data pad.

“Yes, of course,” the med-tech said and led Kerry deeper into the winding intestines of the Med Center. He’d really had enough of doctors. Not even for giving them false hope, no… for seeing V as not much more than an interesting and unique case to study and dissect like a high school science project. They weren’t interested in helping, they were interested in profiting of a dying man, in furthering their careers and agenda. What was a hospital if not just another corporation, and what was a doctor if not a corpo playing dress up with a white coat…

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ilguna · 2 years

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Hello, congratulations on 2k followers, you deserve everyone for the writing you create. For the celebration can I request number 25 and 60 from prompt list one and number 6 from prompt list 2 for a Johanna Mason x reader fic. Thank you.

☼ worried (Johanna Mason) ☼

warnings; swearing, death mention

wc; 1.4k

prompt; 25. "I can't smile at you, I'm mad." and 60. "Does this make sense to you?" and 6. "KIss me and/or shut up."

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When you got drawn for the Quarter Quell in District Five, you thought that the pain couldn’t get any worse. You have to go back inside of the arena, you have to fight the people you’ve known for years, and you would probably die trying to win this time, but that’s as far as it would go.

What you didn’t take into consideration was the fact that there were going to be a couple people you wish didn’t get reaped. Whether that be good people that you’re friends with, like Finnick and Cecelia, or the assholes that could win the games with their hands tied behind their backs, Gloss and Enobaria.

You completely forgot that the girl that matters the most to you, the one that you’d kill everyone for, including yourself if that meant that she would stay alive, was now vulnerable too. You didn’t think that Johanna would also end up in this position, you thought that she’d somehow find a way to get out of this.

Well, if it were that easy, then you would’ve squirmed out of it, too.

You’ve already dedicated a year and a half of your life to her, and you thought that you’d continue past that. Even if that meant seeing her once a year in the Capitol, you were going to find a way to stay with her and keep her safe.

The Capitol does a lot to the people who survive it, but Johanna’s one of the victor’s that have suffered the most. She deserves better than this, stuck in an endless loop of winning and then losing right after. If it were possible, you would’ve taken her place in District Seven if you lived there, instead. Let some other poor girl victor from Five be the victim, if that meant Johanna would be safe.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way. You get thrown a different curveball that you have to dodge or hit perfectly, and it keeps going like that. That’s why you’re stuck in an alliance that you were convinced to join by Johanna. Even though you’re currently listening to her pessimistic attitude on how the both of you are going to die here while guarding two geniuses. She’s afraid that the alliance is going to fail.

You can’t blame her. There’s five of you in this group alone, and Johanna seems to think she saw Finnick and Mags with Katniss and Peeta, another portion of the alliance. And beside you nine, there’s another six that’s supposed to join you. Fifteen members of this alliance, more than half the tributes in this arena.

The games started about two hours ago, since surviving the bloodbath, you’ve managed to make it pretty deep in the jungle. It’s only a matter of time before the cannons start blasting, with each passing minute, the curiosity on how many have died, only grows. A good portion of tributes ran straight into the cornucopia, and with how horrifying the career pack this year, no one’s making it out of there alive.

Actually, you can, but it’s not easy. Beetee was a goddamn moron and went straight into the cornucopia after figuring out the whole floatation belt device. Johanna had to run in after him, while you, Blight and Wiress hid in the jungle, watching and waiting for them to make it out alive.

Beetee got cut up in the process of grabbing a spool of gold wire. He’s got it clutched in his hands right now, he won’t let anyone beside Wiress touch it. Something about him worried that you’ll accidentally fuck up the wiring—you stopped listening a while ago because Johanna was speaking over him. You can’t keep track of both conversations at once, Beetee’s too technical and Johanna gets aggressive when she thinks you’re not listening.

Johanna’s not exactly thrilled that she, you and Blight were told to keep track of Wiress and Beetee and keep them alive long enough to meet up with the second half of the alliance. You were also told that if you find any other stray alliance members on the way, then you’re sorta required to bring them along and help keep them safe.

She’s a ticking time bomb. Johanna’s sweating so badly that she’s growing more irritated by the second. With Beetee continuously talking, and Wiress letting him finish her sentences, there’s going to be a meltdown. She doesn’t even like them in the first place. She just can’t be around Katniss because she’s known for starting fights, then again, Finnick does tease too much. He knows when to shut it down, though.

The only two relatively sane people right now are you and Blight. If you’re being honest, you think that you’re beginning to lose it, too. Especially since Johanna’s made one giant circle with her rambling and she’s about to do it again.

“I can’t believe we were tasked with this.” She complains for the fifth time, swinging the ax in her hand. You can see the sweat running down the side of her face. “If this group grows any bigger, there might as well be a giant target on our backs. There’s already five of us, could you imagine when we find Finnick?”

“That’d make nine.” You murmur, picking at your nails to keep yourself distracted.

“Almost half of the arena. And we’re still missing others.”

You hardly doubt that the group is going to make it to its final number. Woof is too old to help survive here, Mags is already bordering but since she’s got Finnick, she’s good for now. Cecelia was in the bloodbath when you saw her last. As for the morphlings, they’ve probably blended themselves into a tree by now and are going to starve themselves until the end.

It’s like finding a needle in a haystack with how thick this jungle is. If you were to wander off, you wouldn’t see them in the trees, you’d get yourself turned around and lost for good. For all you know, Finnick and them are wandering in the same direction you are, and you’ll be cursed to follow them, but never find. How are you expected to find the other few missing members of the alliance?

“Can you imagine it?” Johanna asks, “A group that big, the careers would really find us then. And then what? We’ll die holding hands?”

“If you’re offering, I’d love to.” You joke, Johanna gives you this look, unamused. You raise your eyebrows, “I’m sorry, are you telling me that you wouldn’t save me if we were attacked?”

“No.” She deadpans, starting up again, “We’d be able to take the pack, though. I’m sure we’d lose only a few people in the process. Gloss will be able to have another stab at Volts, or maybe they’ll attack during the night, killing half of us before we wake up. And then we’ll be too delirious to actually protect ourselves.

Your silence must make her uncomfortable, “Does this make sense to you?”

“It actually sounds like you’re worriedly rambling.” Blight mutters, clearly tired of the conversation that Johanna’s brought you into three times already, “We might not die, you know.”

“Oh, so you think the Gamemakers are just going to let us out?”

“Maybe if you ask nicely.” You tell her.

“How about you start first?” She asks you, “Since you’re the one that came up with it.”

“Gamemakers,” You start, giving her a side-eye, “Please make a rock fall on Johanna’s head so she’ll pass out and be quiet.” Johanna punches you in the arm, turning away from you. You let out a laugh, “That’s payback for saying you wouldn’t save me.”

“Whatever.” She says.

You don’t speak to her for a few moments, waiting for her to return to what she was saying. When she doesn’t you mimic her by crossing your arms and pouting, “Come on, it was funny.”

“Don’t mock me.”

You stop walking, waiting for her to finally look at you. She doesn’t realize at first, but when she reaches over to shove you, you’re not there. She then turns, seeing you with your arms crossed, still pouting.

The smile hints at the corners of her mouth but she fixes it, “I can’t smile at you, I’m mad.”

“Are you trying to remind yourself?” You snort, beginning to walk again.

“You know what, you won’t be laughing when the careers—”

You grab her arm, yanking her to you while the others pass you, “Kiss me and shut up." You pull her closer, hovering over her lips, "I'm going to make sure you're alright."

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melis-writes · 2 years

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hello. I ♥️ your fics and think you’re an extremely talented individual.

since requests for the vincent hanna prompts are open, could you post one where he makes love to his significant other after a rough night?.

Aww, thank you so much kind anon!! 🥺🥰 That means the world to me! ❤ All the Vincent Hanna x reader prompts in the world and open and Vincent definitely deserves some loving after all that he does every single day, unlike everything he got in the film. 😥💓

Vincent takes in a deep breath, pushing away any harbouring thoughts of his night at work and lingering frustration over him as he slowly pushes open the bedroom door.

‘Thank fuck.’ Vincent thinks to himself as he enters the dimly lit bedroom, grateful the door doesn’t squeak for once.

“Hi,” you whisper, laying curled up in bed with the duvet and blankets snuggled up to your chest.

“Hi, baby.” Vincent can’t help but look disappointed as he closes the door behind him. “Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to wake you at this—” Vincent gestures to the alarm clock on the nightstand reading 2:34 AM. “Ungodly late hour.”

“Stop apologizing for that, please.” You let out a soft laugh, beginning to sit up while propping your elbows up on the bed. “I was awake the whole time, couldn’t you guess?”

A smile for the first time in many hours forms over Vincent’s face as he shrugs off his suit jacket, neatly setting it aside. “Think you know my schedule and late hours more than I do now.”

“I’m just patient, what can I say?” You blush, watching as Vincent throws off his tie next, beginning to undress. “How was work?”

“How was work…” Vincent grumbles to himself—his irritation most obvious. “If some people in our department weren’t so incompetent, I wouldn’t have to waste so much of my time fixing their bullshit. There’s peoples lives on the lines, crimes, criminals out there—they don’t make it easy at all for me.”

You pout back at Vincent as the blankets begin to slowly slip off your chest. “That’s a very different response than what I got last night.”

“Last night was my last day of peace this goddamn week.” Vincent turns back to face you, now only in a bare of boxer briefs.

“Hmm?” You smile teasingly at him, purposefully keeping the covers barely over your bare breasts. “About that…”

The sheer frustration and annoyance in Vincent’s eyes recalling how rough his shift went practically fades from his expression instantly, gazing upon you instead.

“Show me what you’re wearing,” Vincent’s tone of voice falls low and husky as he approaches the foot of the bed.

“Come find out yourself.” You smirk back, “you knew I was waiting and that I’ve missed you.”

“Missed me, hmm?” Keeping his voice down to a quiet whisper between the two of you, Vincent doesn’t approach you but rather gets into his side of the bed.

Just as you turn to face Vincent curiously, your cheeks flare up in blush as you feel his large, firm hands clasp over both sides of your hips, pulling you against his body on the bed.

“What are you wearing?” Vincent asks again, this time with a playful grin over his lips as both of your half naked bodies curl up against one another.

“Just about…” you whisper against Vincent’s lips, placing your hands over his to move them down to your pelvis—resting his fingers against your pussy lips. “Nothing.”

Vincent’s muscles tense up with arousal and he can neither ignoring his throbbing erection or the dewiness the tips of his fingers come into contact with over your wet pussy.

The silence between the two of you only interrupted with soft breathing speaks of a mutual passion the two of you share for one another.

Vincent’s lips brush against yours before colliding into a sweet, needy kiss—not one fueled by greed or an insistency through sexual frustration, but gentleness and desire to please and love one another.

Wrinkling the sheets underneath the two of you and snuggled amidst the blankets, Vincent’s chest brushes up against yours—causing your tender nipples to harden with a flare of arousal.

“Ah,” you moan quietly in Vincent’s mouth, letting your hands get lost in his silky dark hair as Vincent deepens the kiss you two share.

Vincent’s hands rub over your supple, soft thighs, roaming upwards before wrapping them around his waist.

As Vincent pulls away to continue letting his hands wander over the side of your thighs and hips, your lips glisten from the wet kiss—feeling Vincent begin to kiss around your breasts.

“Baby,” Vincent murmurs inbetween your breasts, obsessed with the way you’re eager to give into him as much as Vincent is to please you.

“Please, please…” You groan, unable to ignore the pooling wetness between your legs from Vincent caressing your body.

Vincent steals a full mouthed kiss from your lips, pressing his forehead against yours as he lets his erection spring free from his boxer briefs.

Keeping your legs spread and thighs obediently wrapped around Vincent’s back, you bite down on your lip as the scent of Vincent’s cologne hits you just as he begins to tease by slicking the tip of his cock up and down your wet slit.

“Never got a chance to continue—” Vincent kisses you again, “what we started last night…”

You clutch your hands onto Vincent’s back and gazing at him through dazed, half opened eyes. “That’s right.”

Getting a perfect, upward angle at your pussy, Vincent slowly begins to insert his cock into your tightness while keeping his thumb over your clit to rub in lazy circles.

“O-Oh my God, Vincent…” You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as you push your hips back against his.

The bedroom feels ten degrees hotter as you and Vincent embrace one another, coaxing in every inch of his thick cock into you gently.

Sparks of pleasure flow through you as your body writhes under Vincent’s, desperate to feel more of him in that heavenly full feeling building up inside of you.

“Yes…” You hear Vincent hiss out, burying every inch of his cock inside of you—careful not to cause you any discomfort or go in too quickly.

You mouth an inaudible “oh my God”, hearing a soft grunt from Vincent who begins to thrust inside of you at a deep pace as slow as he can go.

Sighing in ecstasy, Vincent’s lips continue trailing hot, wet kisses over your neck as your thighs begin to tremble against his waist.

Making love to you, Vincent keeps his kisses soft and touch admiring over every inch of your body rather than any possessiveness—craving you in every way possible.

“Y-yes…” You feel every inch of Vincent’s cock filling you to the brim with each push, adding a erotic pressure to your pelvis as an orgasm begins to steadily build inside of you.

Your pussy throbs against Vincent’s shaft, contracting against his cock which only doubles Vincent’s pleasure as he continues to rock your body against the bed.

“I love you,” Vincent murmurs against your neck, leaving little red love marks as he suckles over your skin but careful not to deepen it or leave a lasting mark.

“O-oh!” Moans spill out of you mouth against your will as you bury your face into Vincent’s shoulder, feeling every tinge of your heavenly orgasm growing.

Your thighs shake like jelly against Vincent’s waist, barely able to keep them wrapped around him as Vincent’s deep thrusting pounds towards your G-spot, beckoning for an orgasm.

Unable to keep quiet from the pleasure racking over him, Vincent lets out groans and moans against your skin, refusing to stop kissing every inch of your body.

“O-ooh, right there baby—yes, yes, right there.” Your breath shakes as you can hear the sounds of Vincent making love to you; skin slapping against skin and your pussy sloshing against his cock.

Vincent’s lips kiss upward to your jawline before finding your mouth again, now purposefully angling his thrusts to only hit at your sweet spot over and over again.

You roll your eyes in pleasure, hungrily kissing Vincent back as you dig your nails into his back.

Vincent lets a free hand trail back down to your thigh, giving it a gentle smack before raising it up to his shoulder blade—providing you the perfect view over his shoulder to see how his cock soaked in your pussy juices slicks in and out of you again and again.

Vincent and you make split eye contact, breathing in-between the kiss as you let an out of breath giggle—purely intoxicated by the way this man makes love to you and knowing you’re in for a long, erotic night.

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week 2 of spooky season stories, enjoy!

"Good to see you, Ness. How have you been feeling lately?"

"Fine."

"Your prosthetics came out very nice. I can hardly tell you're wearing them."

"Wasn't how I thought I'd solve my staring problem, but it worked out."

Dr. Petrovitsky doesn't laugh. He never does.

"Ness," he says, his pen scritching, "I've noticed that you use humor as a coping mechanism. I'm not about to tell you to stop doing that, but I do think that if we can't address the reason you're here, we won't be able to make any progress."

He's wrong. I use humor to deflect from topics I don't want to talk about. But if I tell him that, he'll probably say it's the same thing. "I agree. Just last night I had another nightmare—"

"I mean your more immediate trauma. How did you get here today? Mei had to bring you, didn't she? How does that make you feel?"

I smile, try my best to smother the heat rising in my chest. "About the same as it always has. I've never been comfortable with driving, Dr. P. Giving me a ride isn't a new thing for her."

"Ness, I understand that you think you need to be strong about this, but it's okay not to be. It's okay to mourn the loss of a sense. It's normal."

So that's what this is about. I wish I could say I'm surprised. I grab my cane and stand. "I think we're done here."

He's silent for a moment before he stands as well, in a rush of peppery cologne and rustling papers. "I take it we won't need to schedule another session?"

Finally, he gets me. "Thank you for your time, Dr. P. Sorry it didn't work out."

And then I'm gone — out of his office, through the waiting area, into the shared hallway, onto the sidewalk.

Mei won't be here to pick me up for... fuck, I don't even know. "Siri, what time is it?"

"It's one twenty-three PM," Siri responds in her too-chipper voice.

Didn't even last half an hour today. I try to feel disappointed in myself, but I can't. He's not the first person to tell me I feel grief in all the wrong places.

The shrink I had in college didn't get it, either — she insisted I was there to process the shock of my mother's death. Her death wasn't the shocking part; I'd known that was coming for years. The shocking part was all the paperwork and legalese she'd left behind, without a single document to guide anyone on how to process any of it.

I wasn't allowed to be overwhelmed and stressed out — I was only allowed to be in mourning.

I'm not allowed to be traumatized, reliving that night in nightmares and flashbacks. I'm only allowed to grieve the loss of my vision.

Where does everyone else find these therapists who diagnose them with something besides 'doesn't feel things the right way'?

Mei won't be here for another half hour. I could call her — she isn't far away — but Dr. P's got me burnt out on humanity for the moment. I sit down on the curb, tuck my cane in so nobody trips on it, and I let the noise of the city wash over me.

Mei doesn't call me when she's pulling up. She doesn't text. I know she's arrived when I hear the music.

She rolls up with the windows down, blaring Electric Callboy's "Everytime We Touch." She decided it was 'our song' the day it dropped and she's been using it to announce her presence to me ever since.

I climb into the car, bang my knees on the glove box, and she kisses me like I've been gone for a year.

A lot's changed since I was assaulted. But this hasn't. Mei hasn't.

She pulls back out onto the road as I fasten my seat belt. "That therapist sounded like a dickbag anyway."

That startles a laugh out of me. I don't think I'll ever get used to how she just knows these things, but goddamn if it doesn't make things easier. "Worst shrink ever." Which isn't true — I've definitely had worse. But right now I need Mei, and I need another bad shrink like I need another scalpel in my orbital socket.

Tonight we're having pasta with a miso cream sauce. The pot's burbling at me that the water's boiled and the garlic's just starting to get fragrant. I'm washing a leek in the sink, getting the last gritty bits of sand out, when I reach for the faucet. My knuckles rap against it with a smart thunk. The wash rag falls off the spout and slaps across my wrist with a splat. It's cold and heavy and

it's the first thing I feel as I drift back into consciousness: cold leather strapped across my wrists, my ankles. I'm pinned to a table like a butterfly and it's so dark I can't see anything. My head's still spinning from whatever knocked me out, but I can hear shuffling and muttering in the dark.

Then the light floods in, bright and white and cold. His face looms above me like a monolith, his nose and mouth covered by a surgical mask. Sharp things — scalpels, tweezers, needles — glint from a tray beside the table. He picks up one of the knives. It glimmers a ghastly violet.

"Now, just stay still," he whispers.

My body locks up, obeying him on its own.

"Stay still, and this won't hurt a bit—" The scalpel descends towards my eyes and I want to squeeze them shut, I want to look away, I want to thrash and writhe and scream and scream but I can't, I can't do anything as it gets closer and closer and—

"Ness!"

I'm not on the table.

I'm here, at home. In my apartment, in my kitchen, with my girlfriend. The counter's edge jabs into the hollow below my ribs. Water splashes into the sink, pattering off the leaves like cool autumn rain, ricocheting off the steel. Mei's arms drape around my shoulders. Soft, solid, anchoring.

I turn away from the sink and into her. I let her bury me in the warmth, in the bright smell of her peppermint tea tree shampoo. I should be crying into her shirt, but my tear ducts remain frustratingly dry.

I need a new therapist.

I have never grieved right.

His phone rang.

I'd been lying there, limp and sweating on that damn table, when his phone rang.

"Hello?" he answered, his voice choked and small. He turned away from me.

I loosened my hand from its fist. My wrist, slick with sweat, slid in its cuff.

"Wh— no. No, that's wrong. You told me months, you told me I had..." He shuffled away from me. A door clicked shut behind him.

I don't know what the call was about. I don't know what he was supposed to have months for. All I know is that the door between us did little to muffle his sobs, his screams, the thunk-rattle-crash of whatever he destroyed in his passion.

It kept him occupied long enough for me to slip from my loosened cuffs, to undo my ankle restraints with shaking hands. Enough time for me to find my way out of his chambers, out of the building, and into the street.

I was the lucky one. So far, I'm the only survivor of the man Detective Singh calls 'the dismemberment killer.' Seattle's got a more colorful name for him: the Belltown Butcher. For months, people have been finding bodies scattered across the district — one missing an arm, another a leg. Police thought it was a string of hate crimes, at first. Until one turned up without its head.

I'm still not sure how I got as far as I did — in my memory I walked for hours, though it could have been only minutes — before I found help. But I did find help. I found Rosa.

I can only imagine how I looked — barefooted, stumbling, blood drying on my face. I wouldn't have blamed her if she'd pretended not to see me, silently went on her way. Maybe other people had. Maybe Rosa wasn't the first person to spot me that night.

But Rosa was the one who stopped. She called an ambulance, stayed with me until they showed up. She even rode to the hospital with me. She called Mei.

I kept telling her I didn't want to be alone.

We've met up a few times since then. She's in school to be a vet.

She laughs at my eye jokes.

My coffee's still cold when I bring it to my lips for the third time. For the third time, I set it back down. My recording's stopped again; I'm not sure when that happened. I tap my left earbud twice.

"Gather your ingredients and set your oven to 350," Mei's voice tells me, as patient as the first time. "It's important to heat your oven early, as most inbuilt oven thermometers are inaccurate. I highly recommend buying an in-oven thermometer to remove this uncertainty."

This isn't the first time I've toyed with the idea of jumping the corporate ship and making something of my own — namely, a cooking blog with attached YouTube channel — so I've got recipe cards and half-assed scripts littered all over our apartment. One day, not too long after I complained to her that listening to datasets with a screen reader at work was boring me to tears, I came home from my O&M training to find that she'd made audio transcriptions of my mess. Every card and paper scrap she could find.

That means I can do any digitizing and editing at my own pace, rather than trying to fumble through it while she's reading it to me in real time. Which would be amazing, if I could focus worth a damn.

Blindness exists on a spectrum. A lot of people have residual eyesight — some color, maybe. Flickering shadows. Nebulous shapes that can't come into focus. But people like me, people with total blindness? We don't see darkness — we see nothing.

That's what I've been told, anyway. If that's the case, my 'nothing' is strangely soft. Sometimes it seems almost woven, like the moment your head gets caught in the neck of your sweater before you emerge into the light.

But there is no light. Just shifting softness, with pinpricks of... something else. I always see it, this soft darkness, but it's usually pretty static. Easy to ignore.

Not today.

Today it's rolling and rippling like a black velvet sea. I can hardly help but be mesmerized. Mei's voice and the shifting shadows are soothing. So much so that I've already caught myself nodding off more than once today.

"Ness?"

I sit up straighter, an echo of muzzy spring days when the teacher would catch me daydreaming in class. But that's not Ms. Shelley from junior year — that's Annie's voice. If she's here, I must have been here for... three hours, already? And I don't think I've written a single word.

Shaking my head at myself, I close the lid of my laptop. "I'm here, Annie. Back corner on the left as you go past the bar."

"Okay, we'll be right over — getting coffee."

The barista's surprised squeak lets me know Annie and Cas have reached the counter. I've never actually seen them — I met them through Dr. Madou after my surgery — but I know that Annie's guide dog, Cas, is absolutely massive. His shoulders come up to my hip and, when he stretches his head up, there's no countertop he can't reach.

He's probably over there, making doe-eyes at the barista right now.

Or staring at the scones. He's a fiend.

Annie plunks two mugs on the table and collapses into the chair across from me.

"I already have one," I complain, even though there's no way in cold-latte-hell I'd drink it at this point.

"Well, now you have two." Her sunglasses hit the table with a clatter. "Bright as shit out there. Thanks for inviting me to your dark little gremlin corner."

I shrug. I always went to this cafe before my assault, and this corner's lighting is super shitty. No one ever sits here. The coffee Annie brought is just short of scalding, but I sip at it anyway. Bright, floral notes sing under the creaminess of the oat milk. I sigh. Oh, yeah. This is what I've been needing.

I'm halfway melted into my coffee mug when I hear rustling. And snuffling. A warm, fruity smell hits my nose. "...Annie, did you seriously buy Cas a scone?"

"They're his favorite. And it's not like they're chocolate or anything."

"That doesn't mean it's good for him."

"Since when did you become a responsible dog owner, Mx. I-Can't-Get-A-Dog,-I'll-Forget-To-Feed-It?"

"Least I wouldn't feed it pastries."

Cas huffs and wipes his crumb-covered muzzle on my hand. 'Ness, you big hypocrite, stop judging my dietary choices,' he seems to say. 'You're the one who had deli turkey and a piece of chocolate for breakfast.'

Touche, dog. "Just you wait until I have my blog up," I tell him. "Maybe your human can learn how to make something halfway healthy for you."

He yawns in that unimpressed dog way. Whoever my first subscriber is, it will not be Cas.

"How is your blog coming, anyway?" Annie blows on her coffee and takes a slurp off the top. Powdered cinnamon poofs into my face.

I don't bother hiding my wince; Annie can't see me well enough to notice, anyway.

"Got any dog-friendly recipes I could try, oh great canine nutritionist?"

"The blog's going... not great," I admit. "I've got the domain, and Mei says the layout looks good, but I haven't posted anything. I've been distracted, I guess."

"By what?"

I bite my lip and, after a moment's silence, I go for it. "Do you know if it's possible to, like... see things that aren't there? When you're blind?"

"Sure. There's even a name for it: Charles Bonnet Syndrome."

A thread pulls free and the knot of tension in my chest loosens. This is a thing. There's a name for it. This is normal.

"It's not too uncommon, either. I don't know all the details, but basically your brain's used to dealing with visual input. So when it doesn't get any, or doesn't get enough, sometimes it makes some stuff up to fill in the gaps. It's technically a visual hallucination, but it's nothing to worry about."

"Even if it's... all the time?"

"I mean, I've heard of people having hallucinations that last for hours—"

"No, I mean all the time. Like right now I can see..."

I can see light.

It's blinding at first, after that soft darkness. I squeeze my eyes shut, but it does nothing, the blazing sun searing stars into my vision. Then it dims in cage-like bars of shadow, and it's just enough to adjust.

I'm in a small room, perhaps in an apartment, lit only by the sunlight pouring in through the open windows. Through the bars, I can see someone standing on the other side of the room.

At first I think it's a trick of the light and shadow. But as I approach that person, the details come into focus.

They're not standing of their own power. They're standing with their back to a board — a table, propped up against the wall — and they're strapped onto it. But they're not strapped in the way I was, by my wrists and ankles. This person has a strap going across their neck, under their breasts, across their thighs.

Fear takes hold of my throat and squeezes. This is the killer's next victim. This is his next victim and he's going to make me watch but how is he making me watch when I'm not—

No.

No, this person isn't a victim. They're not a victim because there isn't a mark on them, but already they're not breathing.

I get closer, and I start to notice smaller things.

The body's skin is light brown, like mine, but not everywhere. The left arm is paler than the chest, the shoulders of which are freckled where the cheeks are even-toned. It has no right arm at all. Its eyelids are closed and sunken.

I'm lifted up to the body's eye level and turned around. And there he is.

He stares at me, brow furrowed, eyes darting between me and the face behind me.

My kidnapper. My assailant. My would-be murderer. After so many late nights wondering what he looked like under that mask, wondering if I could imagine it well enough to give the police a lead, I don't have to wonder anymore.

He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. His mouth moves, but my ears hear only the clatter and buzz and murmur of the cafe. He lowers me and heads back across the room. We pass close to one of the windows.

My vision is clear this time.

I see the Great Wheel through the glass.

Then I'm back in my soft darkness.

A hand is in mine. A gentle, firm thumb strokes my palm.

I close my hand around Annie's and squeeze. "I'm okay," I tell her, even though my voice comes out in a croak. "But I have to go. Right now." I throw my wallet and laptop in my bag.

Annie stands up with me, her chair squealing across the stone floor. "What happened? Did you go... back there?"

"Something like that." I rush out of the cafe, my cane hitting the door frame just in time for me to avoid running headlong into it, and I take off down the street. Cas's claws clack on the pavement behind me. "Siri," I tell my phone, "call Seattle PD Belltown." The station's only a few blocks away. If I hurry—

"Seattle PD, is this an emergency?" It sounds like Officer Park. I hate dealing with her.

"I need to be connected to Detective Singh. This is Ness Liu."

"I'm sorry, Miss Liu, Detective Singh is in a meeting—"

"Then get him out of his meeting. Tell him I know what the dismemberment killer looks like, and I have a good idea of where he is right now."

"With all due respect, Miss Liu—"

"Mx. Liu."

"—how could you possibly know that?"

I bite my lip against the truth. I need something to tell her, and fast.

Because she's not going to believe me. None of them are.

#my writing #short story #halloween

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Perspective Compliance pt.2

@051688 @shelikeswongkarwai

It was rather tense in the lift ride with Elena’s purse in Minseo’s hand. It took heavy convincing and negotiation for her not to call the cops. To explain everything to someone who had barely known her. The younger’s arm comfort her own self after witnessing the traumatic thing she’s seen, while Minseo was nonchalant about the situation, and even cleaning up her bloody self to the best of her abilities like it’s in the norm.

Elena follows her through the office, the grandeur was being experienced for the first time as it was her first ever being there in CRM’s grounds. It was quiet due to the late hours of the night, and she was already packing her questions to Minseo. They enter a wing with prepared items to clean up herself, including water bottles and sanitary wipes of all kinds. It appeared this wasn’t the first it’s happened. An internal monologue was running in her mind, she doesn’t even know where to begin. Am I gonna die? Who is she, really—? I should call the cops— wait what if I die before they get he—

“Sit.” She jolts, and sit’s to the closest couch by the door. the older notices this wile washing her hands in a makeshift sink with the trash bin. “I don’t mean to threaten you, but I’ll have people catch you if you try to run from me at this moment.”

“I won’t.” She assures. But she was still tense. The terror in her voice pipes from her through and she had trouble getting her words out. How does one react to that? “You’re gonna get arrested— you’re leaving evidence just like that?”

“I can’t be arrested if nothing is there. I already messaged my team, they’re taking care of it at this moment. I know because the garage has been closed. No one gets in, or gets out until it’s done.”

“—and what about the body?”

“They usually burn it.”

Elena’s face was stunned with the way Minseo just says it so casually. Her mind puts out questions after questions that Minseo probably has an answer to. She was unsure what’s gonna happen now, but her perception had changed. Seeing her as a comedic and soft relief has now shifted to someone headstrong and to be feared. Despite this, she felt as though she knows to lay everything out.

“I heard you know a little— from Bohyun. I could only assume not this much.” She speaks gently, for a moment there, the person she knew returns."

“Yeah— but— not like this,” her shoulder shrugs. She still felt uncomfortable. “I didn’t know about killing or whatever…” her eyes gaze cautiously. “Does Bohyun— do this, too?”

“No— his family just deals with the tech things and what not— nothing illegal. Nothing about killing. They operate overseas, our family acquainted with each other here in Korea. We’ve had a long history so…” she hands back her purse as some sort of peace offering. “I promise, Bohyun didn’t keep anything a secret from you. This— what I do, I told him a long time ago even before you were around. So it’s between us. At least, as far as I know.”

hm… Elena mutters in a weary tone, watching Minseo finish up her dues. It was weird. All to weird for her.

“Why were you here anyway…?”

“Have you lost your fucking mind—?” Bohyun storms in to the CRM office, with Minseo just as surprised they weren’t able to stop him. “Let’s talk, about what Elena saw—“

Her eyes look over at the apologetic guards bowing their heads, excusing them gently so not to make them feel even worse as they are left alone. “Goddamn you’re worst than Wenhan— he shows up undetected sometimes.” He huffs, pacing around her office floor. “You know you can’t just come in here and start screaming at me— let alone make the poor security chase after you.”

“How much did she see—“

“Everything, including the dead body. And my hand is injured aren’t you gonna ask about that?” She responds nonchalant, eyes still on her work. Bohyun wants to snap her hands in half, only to retract the thoughts after seeing it bandaged. “It’s been less than a week… it’ll take time to get used to— I told her what your family does as a pre-requisite, you know. Everything else that is your personal history with relationships, including that awful bitch you had previously, no. She told me she knew a little but not all of it. You should thank me, I made you look like a saint—“

“Fuck off, Minseo—“ she was about to say something sarcastic but was cut off by his frustration. “How would you like it if I told everything to Wenhan??”

She chuckles, amused at the thought. “He knows everything about me. Which reminds me, you should go before he gets here—“

“I don’t care, I have your time, he can wait.” Bohyun was stressed. He wasn’t sure how to come to terms with it all. “I just don’t understand how you’d be swayed so easily.“

“Excuse me, she’s the one who showed up unannounced and somehow got lost at a security area. Don’t blame me,” she rolls her eyes at the thought. Of course you’re going to choose someone you deeply care for. “It’s either I call the cops or kill her—“

“That’s not funny—“

“Yes but you know you would’ve done the same thing if our lives are breached by an outsider.”

“How long will you keep thinking she’s an outsider??” He argues, slamming a hand on her desk. Minseo doesn’t budge but she does stop her work to pay full attention. It’s rare to see Bohyun in such an agitated state. “Can’t you just trust her? I don’t understand why you’re adamant of our relationship. It’s not very nice.”

“You already know how I feel about Elena, that was never a secret between us.” She prompts a hand on her cheek, trying to be of comfort some way. “She’s a lovely girl. but you know she was going to find out one way or another and her curiosity got the best of her. Did you think I want that? Did you know why she was there in the first place? She wanted to surprise me and give a lunch box for the book party next week. In the right place at the wrong time, she … found out.”

Bohyun’s annoyance falls through, his palms cover his face and slides it down in annoyance. “I’m sorry for yelling.”

“You’re frustrated. I get it. I’m sorry you had to find out this way though.”

Minseo sits in silence with a thin-lipped smile, waiting for him to say something else. She lets him be for awhile before he decides to figure it out on his own. they escort each other to the lobby, with their stance holding power over each of their perspective specialties. Both were children of the rich and powerful.

“I can’t believe she saw you… Id feel less bad if it was me.” His hands dig in his pocket with a huff. “I’m still glad you’re both okay.”

“She won’t talk. I know that for a fact.” She looks up to him with a smile as they leave the elevator. “Can’t wait for next week though.”

Bohyun rolls his eyes, seeing how out of touch this reality was for someone not in their world. He was looking at his watch to kill time and finding ways to make amends with Elena. Minseo smiles for show again and himself— well— in a civil smile.

“I promise not to get Elena in any trouble. So long as she doesn’t do anything…” She holds out her pinky for him to take, and he links his with it. “I promise.”

“Yeah yeah, just— just at the party, please be nice… you can get a bit scary with that…”

“That— I can’t promise compliance.”

#cms: underground logs #cms:story #051688 #shelikeswongkarwai #it’s ok she’s paying for her therapy #baking bread for bohyun #its good here nothing to see

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This Isn’t Over

Jax Teller & Sibling!OFC (Natalie Teller)

Whumptober 2022: No.2 Nowhere To Run- Confrontation

Warnings: language, angst, semi-canon compliant for things in s4/s5

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I’ve been staring at this fic for a majority of the day. Coming down with a cold while trying to do Whumptober things is tough lmao. Anyway! I have an entire plan/plot for Natalie’s character (and Happy 👀). This one-shot has nothing to do with any of that, though. 😂 Enjoy some angst between siblings!

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The banging on the front door was on the brink of shaking the entire house. After how long the last few hours had felt, the last thing Jax wanted to do was deal with whoever was turning up on his doorstep. From how aggressively they were knocking, it wasn’t likely that someone was showing him up to try and make life any easier for him.

He felt like he was still half asleep as he fumbled his way to the front door. He was trying to wipe the sleep from his face when he heard his sister yelling at him from the other side, her hands still slamming against the hardwood between them.

“Jax! Open the goddamn door!”

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered as he flipped the two locks on his side, “you have a goddamn key, you know.”

He pulled the door open, unprepared for Natalie to barge in as aggressively as she did, although perhaps he should’ve known. Both her palms immediately slammed against his chest, pushing him back away from the door. That already knocked him off-balance, but he was still going to try and figure out what she was so bent out of shape about. Before he could try to, however, when he was barely upright again, Natalie cocked her hand back and caught him in the jaw with her closed fist.

He caught himself on the wall, eyes wide with confusion as he said, “What the fu—”

Natalie didn’t give him the chance to finish, “What the fuck did you do?”

“What did I do?” He shook his head as he nursed the side of his face. “You’re the one showing up here in the middle of the night and—” he stopped when he saw who else was still standing on his front step, “What the hell?”

“You should be thanking me,” Natalie said with a scoff as she shook out her hand, “I at least told him to leave his fucking gun in the car.”

Jax let out a deep sigh, too tired to try and keep making a scene, “What’s going on, Nat?”

“You tell me.”

He paused, watching as Happy stepped into the house and pulled the door shut behind him. Jax was suddenly hyperaware of everything that had happened. If they both knew everything, Happy wasn’t going to need his gun to prove whatever point he probably wanted to make. Even though she hadn’t said it yet, something about the edge in her voice told Jax that she was already privy to things that no one was supposed to know about. News traveled fast in their circle, but there was only a couple other people who would’ve told her what happened earlier that night. There was only one in particular who had something to gain from it.

In an attempt to give himself a little space between him and his sister, and to try and buy himself a few extra seconds to get his thoughts together, he made his way into the kitchen. He heard their footsteps behind him and knew that they were going to follow him. It still gave him half of a beat to think, though.

Turning around, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Why don’t you just say whatever you came here to say so you can leave, and I can go back to bed.”

Her laugh was hollow, sarcastic. “You’re unbelievable. How can you just stand there and pretend like everything is fine?”

“Everything isn’t fine. You don’t think I know that?” He gestured angrily back towards the door. “I was there, Natalie!”

“Oh, what, so I’m supposed to feel bad for you? Fuck off. You were there because all this shit is your fault.”

Jax backpedaled at that. It was an exaggeration, but not that much of one. Far be it from anyone to say that the two of them were always in the habit of getting along. They butted heads constantly. But there was a different type of venom this time. Natalie was notorious for getting under people’s skin, especially when it was about things that the club was doing. But this felt much more personal than all of that. It was more personal than all of that.

“You know what he did, right?” she asked, her voice trembling from trying to batten down some of her rage.

“Who?” asking was a bit of a snide choice, but in his defense there had been a lot of men doing questionable things lately.

“Clay!” she snapped. “You know what he did to Opie’s old man?”

“Do you?”

She stepped in, shoving him once more so that he landed back against the kitchen counter. “He blew a hole through his goddamn chest, Jax!” She shook her head in disbelief. “Piney was Dad’s best friend. That’s Opie’s fucking father!”

“I know!” he yelled.

She matched his tone, “Then why didn’t you let Op—”

“What would that have done?!” He reached grabbing onto both of Natalie’s shoulders as he spoke, “Tell me, Nat, what good would come of Opie killing Clay like that?”

She shrugged him off before Happy could step in and get between them. “It’s fucking overdue, Jax. Clay should’ve been done the second he laid hands on Gemma. Maybe if someone had given enough of a fuck about that, no one would be in this situation.”

His voice was quieter as his hands dropped back to his sides, “It’s not that simple.”

“I think it is. I think it’s actually really fucking simple, Jax. You just don’t want it to be because then you’ll have to admit that you made the wrong fucking call.”

“You know what would happen,” he shook his head, “if Opie did it? If I let Opie kill Clay at the head of the table like that? You know what would happen to Opie? To the club?”

She scoffed, the sound nearly loud enough for the neighbors to hear. “Fuck the club, Jax. Your club’s president just shot another member. How’s that for what would happen to the club?”

Jax had almost forgotten that Happy was in the house with them. He stood silently off to the side, arms folded over his chest as he intently watched the two siblings fire back and forth at each other. Jax knew that Happy must have had an opinion on it all one way or another, but he also knew that Happy wasn’t going to get into it until absolutely necessary. He probably wouldn’t get into it in front of Natalie. It was a smart move, one that Jax couldn’t afford to make given the current circumstances.

He wondered if Happy had insisted on coming along, or if Natalie had asked. After everything that had happened, he didn’t have it in him to try and guess what the gameplan was at this point. “What do you want from me?” he finally asked.

“I want you to admit that you fucked up, for starters.”

“Nat—”

“You’re gonna tell the club about all of this shit, right? What Clay did?”

“Why, so one of them can kill him?”

Happy finally weighed in on the conversation. “Yea.”

Jax sighed. “Hap, come on, bro, you know it’s more complicated than that.”

“Is it?” The question would’ve sounded like a challenge coming from Natalie. But from Happy, it really was just a question.

And that made it that much harder for Jax to try and justify it all. “There’s,” he dragged his hands down his face, “there’s a lot at stake here, alright? A lot of pieces in play.”

Natalie chimed in, “It’ll be one less piece if you let Opie take Clay out.”

“It’s not happening,” Jax snapped, “alright?” He looked up at the ceiling for a moment, shaking his head. “He shouldn’t have fucking told you, anyway.”

“What? Like you were going to tell me?”

“Club shit isn’t—”

She cut him off, “Opie is family. Piney was family, Jax. This isn’t just about the fucking club.”

“It’s done, alright?” he asked, looking back and forth between the two of them. “I can’t change what already happened.” He turned his focus to Happy. “I will bring this shit to the table when it’s time.”

Happy clenched his jaw, but said nothing. The nod he gave was almost nonexistent. Jax caught it, though. He wondered if Happy would really keep his mouth shut about it. Happy wasn’t known for being a chatterbox, but he also wasn’t a posterchild for keeping his impulses in check. You don’t get kill-tallys permanently inked into your side without being the kind of person who takes matters into their own hands. And, if he had Natalie in his ear on top of all of that, Jax really couldn’t be confident where the chips were going to fall.

Jax looked at his sister. “I get why you’re upset. I am too, but—”

She scoffed. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“Look,” his exhaustion and annoyance were overflowing from every word, “I still don’t know all of what’s going on here. There’s still shit that I’ve gotta figure out. No one is making moves until that happens.” He saw the look in his sister’s eyes and he sighed. “I know I can’t stop you, Natalie. You’re gonna do whatever the fuck you wanna do. But I’m asking you, please—”

“You don’t get to ask me for shit, Jackson.”

He pressed his lips into a thin line. For a moment he tried to think of the last time they had a conversation and she let him finish more than two sentences in a row. He came up dry. The thought crossed his mind that maybe that’s why her and Happy got along so well—the guy never had more than a couple words to say at a clip.

“Fine. Then I’m telling you, get the fuck out of my house.”

She stepped in closer to him, putting them as close to nose-to-nose as they were going to get. She didn’t miss the way that Jax flinched slightly. “This isn’t over, you know. You can’t just sweep this away.”

“I’m not trying to.”

“I don’t believe you.”

The two of them stood there like that for a moment before Happy reached for her. His hand landed on her shoulder. His fingertips pressed just hard enough to break her focus on her brother. Nothing more was going to get done tonight—Happy knew enough to know that much. But the tone was set, at least. Jax was aware that they knew something more was going on, even if not everyone knew the intricacies of it. Happy was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a liar. He wasn’t going to go out of his way to start anything, but if someone asked him, he wasn’t going to lie for the sake of saving Jax the trouble.

“Come on,” he was urging Natalie despite the fact that his eyes were trained intently on Jax, “let’s go.”

Natalie spoke through gritted teeth as she gave her brother one last push, “Fine.” There wasn’t the same amount of force as before—it was just enough to get under her brother’s skin a little more.

She stormed off towards the front door, flinging it open with more emphasis than necessary. She didn’t bother to stop and wait for Happy, didn’t look over her shoulder to see if he was following. She knew that he would.

The two men stood in kitchen. They stared at each other silently. It was a game of chicken that Happy would nearly always win.

“Better go before she takes your car on you,” Jax said, nodding towards the front door that was still wide open.

Happy disregarded the comment completely. “She’s right—this isn’t over.”

Jax wanted to say something in response but then thought better of it. Instead, he just gave Happy a short nod and watched as the man strode out of his house, shutting the door behind him. Jax let out a deep breath as he walked over, flipping the locks once more.

#whumptober2022 #no.2 #confrontation #jax teller #oc #oc natalie #oc natalie rose #oc natalie rose teller #happy lowman #fic #sons of anarchy #soa #soa imagine #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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thatkilljoy33 · 1 year

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happy new year !

mom came back around a week before christmas. as much as I hate to say it, no one wanted her to come back. i’ve spent almost every day crying because of her. i don’t understand how she decides to leave one day to another country then come back because she regretted it. she was gone for about 6 months. it may not sound like a lot, but it was. this is a new me. i’ve created new habits and stuck to them. i had a brand new routine and i was finally feeling good about myself. i finally dropped to my desired weight, i’ve started new hobbies, i got 2 kittens, i had a consistent routine of school, work, and friends. but now that she’s back, she wants me to spend every waking minute with her. i can’t go sit in my own room with my cats because she’ll think i’m ignoring her. i can’t wake up at 11am because waking up that late is for “losers.” she’s changed every single thing that i do ever since she got back. i can’t even see my friends anymore without her making me feel guilty. she makes me eat so much food because she thinks i’m too thin (i am perfect for my size. 140lbs and 5’9) even though she spent my whole life telling me to stop eating, work out, start a diet, and degraded me when she would see my stomach rolls. she insists on me getting lip filler and a boob job. i am perfectly happy with the way i am and it upsets me because she’s creating new insecurities. i couldn’t even take my goddamn car to a car wash because she didn’t want me to spend my OWN money. then got upset at me being upset at the fact that i had to get up early and wash my own car even though it was gonna rain not even an hour and a half later. i don’t know what the hell she wants from me. i am a 19 year old who is about to leave for college in about 6 months. i work, i go to school, i do my chores, i take care of 3 animals, and i am 85% financially independent. i don’t know how the hell i’m not enough for her. i don’t know if this is some sort of competition to her or what. she tells me we should do something fun together but the truth is we have absolutely nothing in common. i don’t know why she insists on hanging out with me if she’s gonna complain about it the whole time or not say anything and then get mad at me that we did something she didn’t like. i just want to be alone man. i want her to give me space but i can’t ask for space without her making me feel so guilty. i have been a victim of her manipulation my whole life but something in me changed during those 6 months she was gone. and now that she’s back, i can smell her manipulation from so far away to the point that i don’t even react anymore to her. i stopped fighting with her. i don’t argue, talk back, or give into her shit anymore and i know that she’s upset that she can’t control me anymore because now she just cries to my dad about it but she twists the story so that ofc im the bad guy. but my dad isn’t stupid. he’s known about her manipulation for years. he just lets it slide because he doesn’t like to argue or have tension. he told me all about it while she was gone. no one wanted her back here. and it breaks my heart with guilt because i know she fought so hard to come back but i warned her that if she came back, she would just be at the house. she doesn’t have any hobbies, she doesn’t have friends, and her only interest is cleaning the house. so of course i don’t like being alone with her! it’s not that i hate her. im just so tired. she exhausts me so much. she’s made me cry so much since she got back. she’s literally draining the life out of me. i couldn’t even go get a fucking calendar from target without me having to wait until she was with my dad instead of me. she makes me feel so worthless and useless. i go out of my own way to try and make HER feel better all the fucking time. and she wonders why i don’t want to be with her all day.

i just wish one day i’ll have the courage to tell her all of this.

01/16/2023

11:35pm

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cringeghostking · 2 years

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cw: long-ass COVID rant, ft. a real shit eugenics-y quote. bc it’s all finally Got To Me.

so. parents gave me COVID 2 days before i got vaxxed w the bivalent booster + the flu shot + i didn’t know bc i started feeling the symptoms exactly…2 hours after i got jabbed 🫠

and honestly? and im…im SO upset. i cried. i will probably cry more, for awhile.

i try so hard to be careful. i’ve let go of so many things i desperately wanted to do or would have tried to make happen if we lived in a world that, if it weren’t pandemic-free, at least fucking tried to respect Other People, because “personal responsibility” or whatever the fuck will never be enough.

i had the chance to visit one of my dear friends, and simultaneously to see a play that as far as we knew was a limited-run adaptation of a book i hold very, very dear. i had everything in order. and then the 2021 summer wave of COVID hit and i just…wouldn’t risk it. i didn’t get a refund on my flight because the airline claimed to no longer provide COVID-related refunds.

i had the chance to see one of my favorite bands live in concert. the concert required proof of vaccination and/or a negative test. i masked. i left the event early. and i still caught the delta variant, perhaps at the concert, perhaps at an airport. and since then? i don’t do much of anything i want to.

my friends around the country want me to visit them. i go to the ones i can afford to drive to, sometimes—and so i haven’t seen most of them since 2020 or before.

and im just. really really hurt honestly that everything i tried to do and everything i wanted to do and didn’t wasnt enough, that i still got sick bc my own parents can only half-ass caring, because, in my father’s words, “some people will just die and the world can’t stop for them.”

being infected with delta is still fucking with my lungs. i used to, and enjoyed!!! walking for 2+ miles daily. i was a swimmer with a decade of swim team behind me; i would swim laps decently, if not at the level i was as a teenager (which lmao wasnt anything special, despite the history, i promise), without Perishing.

i tried to swim a few weeks ago for the first time since COVID. it was like drowning; for days afterward, i couldn’t breathe properly. mentally, it felt like crossing off something i used to love: “guess i can’t do that again—for now, i hope”

i cant walk and talk at the same time now; pacing circles in my living room on the phone leaves me gasping awkwardly between words in short sentences. my friends used to ask if i was alright; now i suppose they’ve adjusted, too. walking and talking through a mask is near-impossible; ask me if i’m going to bitch about it. i went from “i’m not the peak of physical health, but i can function about the way you’d expect,” to “i’m using this grocery cart like a funky little walker because i’m Having A Time Of It getting to the goddamn bread isle”

it’s shit!!!! it’s such fucking shit and i didn’t WANT this again and i dont want anyone else to have it!!!! other people have had lasting symptoms SO much worse than mine and i can’t fathom shrugging this off when it’s the worst fucking roulette wheel!!!

god, i want this to be over, too. i want to visit my friends, i want to see the book i love adapted to its award-winning play, i want to go to fucking graduate school and sit in classes and not be terrified that the majority of the class isn’t wearing masks and someone in here is sick because of a shit sick policy! i want to go to live events and not weigh the cost of whether it might earn me a 3rd infection, and what that might do to me long-term!! i’m so sick of sitting in my house with my cats and my silly little internet connection!!!!

im so tired of letting things go that i would so desperately look forward to

anyway, if you read this far…wear a fucking mask, at least. please. tightly-sealed n95s are ideal, but if you look into it? literally any mask reduces the chances of infection DRAMATICALLY if all parties are masking.

#ash throws a bitchfest #cw covid #covid rant #cw eugenics #covid-19 #covid 19 #covid #if you know a better trigger tag for that quote from my dad than the eugenics one pls lmk #also there's probably a better article out there than the one i linked but #i read this one recently and i am too miserable and exhausted to research #as you know #fucking covid #long post

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heythere-mel · 2 years

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Missing Piece

Frankie Morales x f!reader

W/C: 1.2K+

Warnings: pregnant reader (if that’s not your thing) mild language, husband!Frankie obviously comes with his own warning.

Summary: Your newest comfort activity sends your thoughts into overdrive.

A/N: This is purely based off what I am currently doing to decompress lately. I am not nor have ever been pregnant so I’m just writing off of what I’ve read about. Nothing is in crazy detail when it comes to that. Another little visual a/n at the end. Love of any kind is appreciated. Enjoy y’all. 🤍

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Your phone read 2:30AM.

Of course this would be the time your daughter decides she wants to practice her flips from within the warm confines of your swollen belly.

You were 8 months pregnant and any sleep these days seemed to be partially interrupted by your little bean either jumping on your bladder or with a foot in the rib. This instance being no different.

You turn to your left to see your husband Frankie completely dead to the world. He had been working longer hours lately in preparation for the baby’s arrival, so you could forgive him for the slight snoring and little nose whistles he made but totally denied doing. At least one of us is resting you thought, snickering when the aforementioned nose whistle chimed in. As if on cue, a kick to the side turned your focus back to your daughter as you decided to finally get out of bed. You knew lying there was going to make you start to overthink everything as usual, so you thought if you had to be awake you might as well make use of your time and be productive.

“Ven mija,” running your hand over your bump. “Let’s let daddy sleep.”

——-

Following a brief stop in the kitchen for a glass of water, you make your way over to your office where your current project sat. In the middle of the room was a large desk with the 2000 piece puzzle you had been working on. The picture of space and the solar system caught your eye during a recent shopping trip, telling Frankie it would be something to keep your mind sharp while also taking it off of the constant planning and worrying about the baby. You had made a pretty good dent in it over the past couple of weeks. Starting with creating the border, then slowly finding patterns and assembling from there. You even got Frankie and the boys in on it one particular afternoon, finding it quite humorous how competitive they ended up being while tackling the suns portion.

“There’s just so much goddamn red and orange!”

“Duh, it’s the sun pendejo!”

Pulling up your exercise ball to sit on, and with a final sip of your drink, you get started on the section you were pretty sure was Neptune, and let the worries of your upcoming arrival slip away, if even for a brief moment.

——-

Frankie turned over reaching for you only to be met with the coolness of the bed sheet. He sits up on his elbows, sleep ridden eyes scanning the room for you. The light in the bathroom is off, slightly concerning him.

“Hermosa?” he speaks out to the empty room.

He kicks the blanket off, bare feet softly hitting the hardwood floor. He moves quietly through the house when he comes upon the soft glow of light from your ajar office door. He doesn’t want to ruin your concentration so he simply watches you. He knows that you’ve been feeling more anxious getting closer to your due date, this being your place to retreat to. He has no clue why though. You were ready. All the books read, classes taken, motherly advice passed from his own mamá along with yours. Always teaching him new things in the process. In his eyes, you were already the best.

You had a few puzzle pieces in one hand, the paper with the image in the other, studying it while trying to match them in the correct place. The other assorted pieces scattered about in the other half of the box. Yet, you seemed lost in thought.

Wait…did I wash all those new clothes Frankie got from his coworkers? I’m sure I did. Speaking of which, I need to move that dresser. I don’t like it in that corner of the nursery. Nursery, nurse, oh shit I have my checkup tomorrow too.

You stare down to the pieces in your hand and back to the desk.

“Ughhhh! These don’t even fit here!” letting out a frustrated huff and Frankie couldn’t help but laugh, catching you off guard as you look toward the door.

“Fuck Francisco, you can’t just sneak in on me like that! You know I pee myself so easily now!”

“I’m sorry babe, you’re just so intense sometimes. What’s wrong?” pulling up your computer chair and having a seat next to you.

“I can’t find this piece. I have one piece left of whatever goddamn planet this is and I cannot find it. What if I never find it? And then there’s still so much of it left to do. What if we get to the very end and there’s still this one piece that’s just missing? This is the universe saying I’m not ready to finish this puzzle.”

Frankie let you rant. Knowing well that all of this wasn’t actually about the puzzle.

He takes the pieces from your hand gently and places them onto the desk.

“Come here baby,” as he extends his hands out to you, helping you up from the ball to sit in his lap.

“Frankie I’m too heavy right now.”

He shakes his head, chuckling at your disposition. “You are not! Siéntate mi amor.”

He wraps his arm around your waist, his other hand delicately splayed over your bump. He feels a slight kick from where his palm is resting and the two of you giggle.

“She knows it’s you.”

Frankie’s smile grows wide at your words. That dimple of his making your heart flutter with how cute he looks. Heaven help you if your daughter inherits that from him.

You both sit there for a moment. Enjoying the quiet of the early morning while you still could before Frankie breaks the silence.

“You know, that piece will show up soon. I mean, look how far you’ve already come with this. All these other parts came together. This one will too. And you know I’m always here if you need a fresh set of eyes,” sending a wink your way.

He always knew what to say.

“Thank you cariño.” bringing your hands up to caress the apples of his cheeks and leaning into him with a sweet kiss.

“Anytime mami. Now c’mon,” placing a quick peck to your forehead, “let’s get back to bed. We have your appointment in the morning.”

“I have to go to the bathroom first. I don’t know if it was that water or your sneaky ass scaring me but I’ll meet you back there in a minute.”

Frankie helps you up off his lap and grins at the little waddle you have in your step. He gets up, yawning while giving his limbs a good stretch when something on the floor catches his eye. He reaches under the desk to find a piece of the puzzle. About the same color as the area of the planet you were currently working on.

Hmmm, I wonder…

He picks it up, looming over the table as he places it in the center of the picture, stepping back to assess his contribution.

I’ll tell her in the morning. As he reaches for the switch to turn off the light and head to your bedroom.

His missing piece falling perfectly into place.

——-

A/N: So I am actually in the process of putting a 2K piece Pokémon puzzle together which spawned inspiration for this fic. It’s kind of a mess rn but LOOK YALL!! 😂

#frankie morales fluff #Frankie Friday #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie catfish morales #triple frontier fanfiction #pedro pascal #mel writes!

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baeshijima · 3 years

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐲/𝐧

A/N : i have nothing to say other than the fact there will be an excessive amount of twitch slang bc why tf not + just,,, heavy streamer!albedo brainrot ;-;

masterlist

AIGHT

streamer albedo

…

pog—

so before we get into him being whipped for u, let’s go over the type of strimmer mr Kreideprinz is

fun fact that’s his twitch name—

albedo would be the type to do lots of variety streams of different games, but also the occasional art one if he wants to have a chill stream with his chat !!

speaking of chat… they’re an odd mix of wholesome supporters, KAPPA + POGGERS + catJAM (bc he always has some bangers on in the bg like yes u bless our ears my guy) + KEKW + EZ Clap + his own emotes spammers, mr albedo’s very own shrimps (me, ahEm—), and ppl who just appreciate his voice + gameplay

if there’s a troll he just bans them OMEGALUL

omg he has lots of emotes (which he made in some of his art streams so his viewers could choose some) for every scenario but we’ll get into the popular ones in a bit 👁👁

he’s most definitely one of the bigger, well-known streamers but with a smaller group of friends

his discord server has,,, a lot of ppl,,, 70k+ ppl big,,, rip notifs if ur in it ;-;

he has it muted tho 🐥 like, sir, that’s ur server pay the goddamn price smh

wait i forgot to mention this but he has his webcam on when streaming

so u can bet ur chickens that when ppl come to visit his stream bc of whatever category he has on, they stay for his visuals and voice <33

his twt 🤡 mans gets 1k+ likes, rts, comments within the first 5-10 mins

omg he gets soft when he receives sm support from his community 🥺🥺

gifts so many subs when hitting milestones, chat is wholesome or just whenever really HJKSDHKL

also doesn’t swear much unless he gets played by his own game and/or someone is being incredibly annoying <//3

he also just,,, eats on stream

albedo straight up takes his webcam with him to show him cooking if his viewers ask for it

or he just orders food then and there and eats while chatting to everyone or watching youtube with his chat 🥺

nOW ONTO HIM BEING WHIPPED FOR U AS A GENSHIN STREAMER

this AR55 man 👩‍🦯

he can literally produce content from anything

from artifact farming, to spiral abyss, to running around mindlessly, to building characters he would normally never build, to him seeing how high up is considered too high to dive

and everyone eats it up bc it’s albedo <3

also !! he’s the type who includes the story quests in his streams so his reaction and thoughts on everything is just,,, there

now when u were first introduced in the prologue (yes ur one of the ogs + involved in the dvalin fight <33) he blanked and all his viewers could see was u on screen with him staring blankly in the bottom right of the screen

this man straight up saw u in a cutscene for one second and fell in love

his chat went wild omfg

he immediately made an emote for u and that’s his most popular one 😌

but i kid u not, the moment u appeared in that cutscene (one in which he will forever treasure in the crevices of his heart) was the moment he asked this exact question ;

“ so (y/n) banner when? ”

and mihoyo heard his pleas and answered with ur event banner

except it was like,, 4 months later

at least ur finally here tho :’)

now he can have his lil science-y moments with ur voicelines ;-;

yes, ur the chief alchemist but ✨ 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 ✨

. . .

shut up

n e who

when he saw the notification from mihoyo’s official forums that u will be a playable character in the new update — along with new characters, region, events & a domain — i shit u not he did a rt, his own tweet, an announcement on the community feature on youtube, and made constant reminders to his viewers on twitch abt how he will be a (y/n) haver no matter what

he even added future (y/n) haver in his twt display name

what a shrimp—

the 1.2 update stream 🐥 he was there waiting for it to go live with like,,, 19k viewers spamming his chat abt predictions and obv ur official release + showcase

and when i say this man fell even more in love while watching ur trailer and character showcase 🥺 he wouldn’t stop smiling or being in awe bc ur just??? so stunning???

mihoyo clearly has a favourite child and it’s u

chat was spamming ur exclusive emote like crazy oml

u can bet it was also flooded with lots of POGs and POGGERS

overall it was a very fun, chaotic stream filled with lots of (y/n) appreciation and love <33

also a very memorable stream for all his viewers bc of the side of albedo they rarely see unless ur involved

the day ur banner was to go live tho 🐥

the streams leading up to the fateful day consisted of him farming ur mats

that’s it

boss runs, local specialties, hero wits, talent books, the mats needed for ur weapon he was inevitably going to pull for (only the best for the best, afterall) and many domain runs

many painful domain runs

all of it was worth it tho bc ur worth everything :’)

an actual quote said by him—

at least he can get u and ur weapon to lvl 90 right off the bat with all the artifacts tailored for u ;-;

and get u to that point he did HJSDKJF

once ur banner dropped? immediately started wishing

2 multis in and he gets u 😣

albedo nearly cried and was the literal embodiment of head in hands

wHEN I SAY HIS CHAT BLEW TF UP AND HIS MODS JOINED IN

modCheck has left the chat

everyone’s rooting for him :’)

pulled for ur weapon and got it in 1 multi

sir give me ur luck pls and ty

but yes he nearly choked on the gASP he let out while chat screamed even more

he blanked for a bit, i won’t lie ;-;

but when he realised this was real, he immediately went to his party set up and put u in

can we all get an f in the chat for his lvl 10 tartaglia 😔💔👊

his chat usually rages at him to build him but if he’s being honest, he cba

ur vl when he put u in the party tho <333

now he’s just spent half an hour running around with u, letting u do ur idle animations (will always be grateful for mihoyo creating u like this), reading ur very limited (for now—) character story and going through ur voicelines

ur morning & about us (when he unlocks it) voiceline >>>>> his heart be running laps rn i swear

eventually he does begin to build u after much admiration on his end and at lvl 1 with lvl 20 artifacts, u already have 1.6k atk 🐥

now after he levels u and ur weapon to lvl 90, u have 2.8k atk 🐥

rip mobs <//3

he now plays u as his main dps 😌

the kit initially designed for u is meant to be more for support?? kinda like the whole ganyu or zhongli debate abt them being a dps or a support/sub dps ;-;

except ur more utility like venti or bennett

and even though the majority said at the beginning (aka, mihoyo, pretty much any other streamer and the larger part of the fanbase) that ur meant for support, he said fuck that and built u as his main dps

and i won’t lie, u do more damage than any of his characters, and ppl who co op with him

ur his pride and joy :’)

he went to take a look at ur consts to see if they were worth the rng suffering and, lo-and-behold,

they were

so now he’s using all his saved primos for u to try and get ur c6 const, along with making ur weapon r5 :’)

his chat gets a free view of him internally suffering when the gold light doesn’t come, and his external suffering when he loses the 50/50

in the end, he decided to whale for u <33

after nearly an hour, he has u to c6 and ur weapon to r5 ;-;

now all he’s been doing the whole stream is running around with u in open world, doing his daily farming, doing more domain and boss runs, exploring the new region (dragonspine) + ur story quest

he’s saving the event quest for another stream bc ✨content✨

in ur quest, he had multiple heart attacks and now has many, many screenshots <3

he now has a zoomed in pic of ur face as his twt pfp <33

okay so i also feel like he’s not all that bothered abt getting characters to friendship level 10 immediately and would rather let it happen through time

but obv ur not any other character *proceeds to debby ryan at u*

even if ur not fit for a particular domain or boss, he still puts u in the party so when collecting the blossom/rewards, u can get the friendship exp ;-;

he just wants ur name card so he can show off okay 🥺

when he lets his viewers pick out the playlist, 98% of the songs are from ur character demo theme

they just know him so well 😩

they also just wanna see the way he smiles when he hears it play but shhhhhh

now he just has his in-game avatar as u, and ur namecard too <33

also his signature is just ;

“ (y/n)’s favourite streamer ”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact albedo #genshin albedo #albedo #albedo x reader #genshin albedo x reader #genshin impact albedo x reader #albedo headcanons #albedo scenarios #albedo fluff #i will now cry bc i cant talk at him for a week #this is my parting post #streaming dreams

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bellesowl · 3 years

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kiss and make up

- multiple characters

⤷ atsumu, sakusa

genre: (an attempt at) angst to fluff ; established relationship, timeskip

synopsis: in which you have an almost relationship-ending argument

word count: 2.1k total - about 1k each

warnings: fighting (obv), being called a burden, the boys are kinda mean but they make up for it i swear

- a/n: tbh i was kinda getting sick of writing just fluff so i wanted to spice it up a lil! if this sucks i’m probably going to stick to fluff fics but i think it should be fine? this one also only has 2 characs cause idk how i would be at writing angst LMAO if this does well enough i’ll post the one i have written w kuroo and iwa <3 but i feel like this kinda sucks so oh well

- thank u @kybabi for beta-ing <3

- miya atsumu

you n atsumu have been together since high school which is why you’ve always been inseparable

you went to the same college & moved in together right after, but once he got his job with the jackals, he insisted that you didn’t work and focused on getting your master’s degree

you reluctantly agreed, if only to be able finish & earn your phd soon after

because atsumu is always busy, it’s kinda become commonplace for you to do the chores around the house- like doing the laundry or washing the dishes or cooking dinner for him

but it’s gotten to the point where he expects it

atsumu sighs, unlocking the door to your shared apartment. today’s practice was rough, it was a day of hard conditioning and bad sets and he wanted nothing more than a good meal and to cuddle. the first thing he noticed when he walked in was the mess. instant ramen bowls were scattered everywhere, empty coke cans and dirty napkins were all over the floor, and there you were, in the eye of the hurricane. the second thing he noticed was that there was no homecooked meal.

surprised, he walks into the dining room to see you, furiously typing away at your laptop with four different books surrounding you. you hear his footsteps and look up.

“hey baby! how was practice?” you ask with a smile

atsumu grunts in reply and gestures toward the kitchen, “so.. what’s for dinner babe?”

your eyes widen, “oh shoot! i’m sorry, i was so busy studying for this final that i forgot to cook. do you mind-“ you stop when you see him roll his eyes and head out.

“um, where are you going? you just got home?” you ask, following him.

“out. i have to get food somehow” he replies, “especially because my useless s/o can’t cook a goddamn meal for me” he mutters under his breath

you stop in shock because did he really just say that?

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i heard you right.” you start but he interrupts you

“i said, i have to go get food because someone is too busy to cook a goddamn meal. what do you even do anyways- well, besides spend my money? the least you can do is cook for me, god.” he finally turns to look at you but he feels his heart stop at the look on your face.

not wanting to escalate the situation any further, you try to calm him down, “tsum, hey, i’m sorry i forgot to cook okay? this is my last final before the year ends and i just can’t afford to fail it, so i’ve been studying all day. if you come back to the kitchen, i’ll make you something, okay?”

“i don’t want to eat your half assed attempt at a meal, y/n. the whole point is that you couldn’t get off your ass for an hour to cook when i make the money, i paid for the apartment, hell, i’m even paying for your school! is it really too much to ask for you to stop being such a burden and cook and clean everyday?” he fumed.

you gape at him, shocked that he would even say that. to hell with not escalating things

“at least i want to do something more with my life than hit balls around and retire at 35” you hiss, “and i do everything in this house! i do the laundry, i clean the bathroom, i cook - i do all the things you refuse to. and do i complain? no. i offered to get a job but you refused.”

you turn around to grab your laptop and your textbooks, “just- just do whatever the hell you want to, atsumu.” and with that you walk out the door.

atsumu’s heart drops when he realizes that you actually left. sure, you’ve had arguments here and there, but you’ve never left. he pulls out his phone to call you when he sees you’ve left yours on the counter. knowing there’s nothing to do but wait at this point, he begins to clean up and calls osamu over.

it’s already 3 am when you walk back into your apartment, and you blink multiple times when you open the door. it’s ... clean? you’re sure it was a mess when you left, so how would it be clean? you sigh, too tired to think about it more and walk into the kitchen. your eyes widen at the sight. not only is your favorite food on the stove, but there your boyfriend is, asleep on the dining table. you smile slightly, well that explains things.

“ ‘’mu, hey, wake up babe.” you kiss him lightly and shake him.

he grunts and sits up, “baby! i’m so so sorry for what i said. you are in no way, shape, or form a burden, i have no clue why i said that. today’s practice was just really tiring, but i know i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. just please-” he sighs, “just please don’t leave me again.”

your heart breaks your teary eyed boyfriend. “shh, of course baby. i’ll never leave you again okay?” you say, tugging on his arm, “cmon babe, let’s go to bed, okay?”

“mm okay my love.” he replies and practically pulls you into bed. “i love you, okay?”

“i love you too baby.” you reply

“to the moon and back?” he asks

“yeah, and to infinity and beyond.” you reply, your lack of sleep hitting you hard

“oh, i didn’t know i was dating buzz lightyear”

you let out a loud laugh and just like that you both fall into the same routine, love radiating off both of you in waves.

- sakusa kiyoomi

dating sakusa was,, challenging

it definitely took him a while to get comfortable with you

so you guys have been dating for a couple years now, and at this point he’s def clingy

however there still moments when he reverts to his old self

this just happened to be one of those times

“OUT! AND JUST LIKE THAT, EJP RAIJIN TAKES THE WIN AGAINST THE BLACK JACKALS!”

the stadium is silent before the ejp cheering section erupts in cheers. you stay silent, watching your team below. you watch as sakusa stills, still in disbelief. you make your way down, practically sprinting to your boyfriend.

he sees you on the sideline and makes his way over to you. you put on your biggest smile and attempt to make him feel better.

“you did great, kiyo! you’ll get them next time, yeah?” you beam, knowing how hard he’s been training to beat his cousin

he eyes you warily, not knowing what to say.

usually, sakusa gets pretty clingy after games, so you you move to give him a hug.

“don’t touch me” he barked, jerking away from you. “if you hadn’t been distracting me, we would’ve won.”

you stare at him, refusing to let the tears flow. you both turn when you hear a certain setter yelling at the opposing middle and you sigh.

“um, okay then. i’ll see you at home, yeah?” you ask

sakusa merely nods and makes his way over to his teammates. you look around to see if anyone saw what just happened and you lock eyes with your boyfriend’s cousin, who walks over.

“congrats on the win komori! you guys did so well!” you cheered

“thanks, y/n! and i’m sorry about kiyoomi. i’m sure you know he gets that way sometimes.” he explains

you smile and shake your head, saying that you’re used to it and you both bid your farewells. as you walk out of the stadium, you think back to how your boyfriend, the one person you loved with everything you had in you, utterly embarrassed you in front of his whole team. before you know it, silent tears start streaming down your face.

you enter your home and immediately rush to the bathroom. you draw yourself a bath and make some dinner while waiting. you assume that kiyoomi wouldn’t be home to have dinner with you anyways- and now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time you had dinner together. after you finish your bath and eat your dinner, you decide to wait up for boyfriend and watch a couple episodes of your favorite show to pass the time.

kiyoomi walks into his apartment at around 1 am, completely and utterly exhausted. he kicks his shoes off and drops his bag on the floor. The rustling rouses you from sleep and you sit up.

“hey kiyo” you say with a yawn, “where’ve you been all night?”

sakusa ignores you in favor of getting ready for bed and you frown when he brushes past you.

“kiyo, babe, what’s wrong? you’ve been ignoring me all night and i-” you start but he interrupts you before you can finish.

“god, just shut up, y/n. can’t you tell i don’t want to talk to you right now? i’ve already had the worst day, i don’t need you making it any worse.” he snaps

"kiyoomi, look, i understand you’re upset but you shouldn’t take it out on me.” you reason, reaching out towards him, “listen, i’m here if you wanna-”

“i said, do not touch me.” he seethes. “you are so fucking clingy y/n, lord, let me breathe a little.”

with those words, you explode. “you know what, sakusa,” he flinches when he hears his last name come out of your mouth, “i think i have the right to want to spend some time with my boyfriend! i haven’t seen you in god knows how long- you leave before i wake up and i fall asleep in an empty bed. i’ve been working my ass off to get some time off to watch your stupid volleyball game and what do you do? you embarrass me in front of your whole team!”

you sigh, wiping away the tears that continue that continue to fall. “listen, i don’t want to fight right now. i’m going to go stay at a friend’s house for the night, alright? i’ll see you tomorrow” you say, grabbing your purse. “if you’re even home tomorrow,” you add under your breath.

sakusa is in shock. the moment he saw your tears start to spill, he felt an undeniable and unrelenting ache in his chest that only seemed to grow with every work that came out of your mouth. and when the door shut? sakusa fell on his knees, his heart dropping. he truly couldn’t believe he said that to you. now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

2:38 pm - you check the time on your phone before pulling out your keys. you hope you made the right move, choosing to come back home while kiyoomi was still at practice. you open the door and the sight causes your eyes to widen.

there, on the couch with your favorite flowers in hand, is your boyfriend. he hears the door open and stands up abruptly.

“y/n, my love, i am so sorry. i truly cannot express how horrible i feel, and i cannot begin to understand how you feel.” he takes a deep breath, seemingly holding back tears. “i- i do love you. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. i know i’m not the best at expressing it, but you mean the world to me- no, you are my world. without you, i don’t know what i would do. so please-” his voice cracks, “just, please give me another chance?”

you run towards your boyfriend, practically tackling him. “kiyo, baby, of course. i love you too, you know? you just can’t do that anymore, yeah? you shouldn’t feel like you have the right to embarrass me just because you had a bad day. and please, don’t call me clingy? i know i do stick to you like glue sometimes, but that’s just because i never see you anymore.” you reply.

“that will all change, darling.” he answers sincerely, “i’ll make more time for you, i swear. in fact, i’ll take the week off, how does that sound?” at the sight of your smile, he relaxes.

“that sounds wonderful, yoomi.” you answer

sakusa feels the weight that’s been dragging him down lift and he realizes the effect you have on him- you’re his breath of fresh air. he also realizes how utterly idiotic it was to push away the one person who could make him feel better.

it’s fine, he reasons, he’ll just never make that mistake again. he swears it.

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Promise: Yandere Godfather Hawks x Todoroki reader

This is a side story takes place in the YRHR series, after part 1, when the reader returns home, blind.

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"Y/n... Come on, wake up. Its 9 already." You heard him say, feeling the bed dip as he sat on it, gently touching the back of your shoulder. "Aren't you hungry? Mom's making your favourite."

When you gave no response, Shotou pulled the covers away from your face, his brows furrowing at the bandages around your eyes that had loosened up. You had did that, clawing at the meticulously tight knot Natsuo had done; you didn't like how it settled on your eyes.

"You're awake, right?" The only answer he got was you turning your cheek further away from him when he tried to caress it. Shotou didn't like your silence and he missed it when you used to ramble about almost anything to him. He missed when you were happy.

The door bell rang.

Shotou looked at his watch confused. Wasn't Natsuo supposed to come around at 11? He could hear Enji walking to the main door, and after a few seconds of silence, he heard footsteps coming towards your room. But then he heard some scuffling, and people talking- he recognised Enji's and Dabi's voices, his brother's getting louder by the second.

"I'll check who's there. Stay."

Stay? You would've rolled your eyes if, you know, you still had them.

A few more minutes passed and you could hear Dabi arguing with someone, and you think that Shotou is trying to calm him down. Deciding to take advantage of the situation, you got up from the bed. For the past whole month, Shotou would come to wake you up everyday, carrying you in his arms to the bathroom, never letting you walk on your own, claiming "you'll get hurt".

Idiot.

Taking one small step at a time, you stretched your arms out trying to reach the wall. Once you felt the cold, smooth surface, you used it to guide you towards the door.

No matter what you did, or how many times you told them to back off, that you can do this on your own, they wouldn't let you. Hell, you were pretty sure that if they could, they would breathe for you too. As if trying to instil in your mind that you're helpless without them, incapable of making your own decisions.

I'll show them how fucking capable I am.

After stubbing your toe only once, you finally reached the door, your hand gripping the metal knob. You placed your ear on the door, trying to figure out who and where everyone is standing. The corridor seemed empty and you think everyone is downstairs.

Opening the door, you used another wall to guide you towards the stairs. You hoped Shotou doesn't see you; he'd throw a hissy fit at you attempting to walk down the stairs.

As you took one careful step at a time, you heard the commotion grow louder. You could hear Dabi yelling profanities at the other person, certainly not Enji because Rei or Fuyumi would've stepped in by now to stop him. You used to stop him too, but ever since what happened, you don't really care anymore.

"Why the fuck are you even here?! She doesn't fucking want to see you!"

"Dabi-!"

"And who is gonna stop me? You? I'd be happy to knock you down on your ass- its about goddamn time!"

"Hawks!"

Hawks?

Hawks.

Hawks!

You almost stumbled down the last few steps, but you needed to know- was he, was he really here?

"K-Keigo?"

You heard his wings flap before you felt him, the wind gushed at your body strongly, making you lose your balance. But muscular arms wrapped around you before you could fall, and the winged hero lifted you up and spun you around, making you burst into laughter.

Rei was the first one to cry.

You laughed.

Not a bitter, sarcastic one.

A genuinely happy laugh.

And she missed her baby's laugh so much.

Dabi's eyes widened slightly. His heart clenching up a bit as he realised how he missed that beaming look on your face. He realised how fucking naive you were, how you were his little sister that he needed to protect.

Shotou felt envy. Why- why didn't you laugh like that with him? Why didn't you laugh for him? Was he... not a good brother?

Fuyumi actually rushed out of the kitchen when she heard you, her hands coming up to her mouth to suppress the sob that was building up. Too long. It had been too long since you were happy.

Natsuo smiled. He smiled as he saw you chortle when the hero's feathers tickled your cheek. He wished you would smile more often.

Enji's breath hitched as he saw you chuckle into Hawk's shoulder. It was so natural, so lively, so radiant. He had been dying to hear that sweet sound again.

Your heart was beating fast and your stomach was doing somersaults as you felt the air rushing through your hair and cooling on to your neck, the soft feathers brushing across your skin.

He really was here.

But so were they.

And you could feel their eyes on you.

Keigo frowned when he saw you curl yourself into him, as if trying to bury yourself into his chest. When he looked around, he saw them glaring and that's when he puffed out his wings before curling them around you; shielding you.

"I'll be spending time with my goddaughter. Do not disturb us." And with that, Hawks flew you up to your room, locking the door before they could sat anything. He could hear Dabi arguing, but he trusted Enji to handle him.

He set you on your bed, chuckling as you didn't let go of his collar.

"Its okay, dove. I'm here, now- ow!" You cut him off by punching his arm.

"Where were you?!"

"In your heart- ow! Stop hitting me!" He caught your wrists.

"You said you were gonna visit me at home! Its been a whole month-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry but believe me, I really was busy!" Sighing, he continued. "The hero commission sent me to Europe for a mission and things got a bit messy, so I got caught up."

Yanking your hands out of his grip, you scowled. "Would it have killed you to call?"

"I mean I wouldn't say kill, but I probably could've lost a limb or two-" He started laughing when when you began getting up to walk to the door.

Keigo wrapped his arms around you, smiling cheekily"Y/n- I'm sorry, I'm just kidding. Come back-"

"No, let go! I don't have time for your bullshit" He continued laughing, easily picking you up and dropping you back on your bed.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Come on, now. Stop being mad." You heard him shuffling. "Besides, I've got something for you!"

He dropped something in your lap. You picked an item, your hands feeling around it, trying to figure out what the rectangular shaped box was.

"Whats this?"

"Oh, here. Let me help you." He lifted the lid of the box and you were immediately hit by a familiar smell.

"Chocolate?"

He hummed in confirmation"Your favourite ones too! They were always sold out! Luckily, I was able to use my charm on the owner."

"Charm? Oh, you mean where you pull that ugly smirk and do that half lidded look with your eyes, and you think that you look hot but you actually just look creepy?"

"Yeah- hey!"

And then the next 3 hours were spent like that, Hawks telling you about Europe and the bad guys he caught, you telling him about the way your family had been treating you.

"They don't let me do anything, they don't give me any privacy! Its like- its like they want me to be a doll!" You gave an exasperated sigh. "They- they act like they are being so generous. Like it was somehow my fault that my eyes got fried!"

"Oh come on. They can't be that bad-"

"They are! So much worse than before. Look, I'm a grown up- I need my space too! You know what Shotou said when I asked him to get me a walking stick? He said I don't need one since he can carry me everywhere. Do you know how embarrassing it is to get carried to the toilet every single day? Do you?!"

"Well, no-"

"And then Fuyumi cuts up my food and spoon feeds me herself! I know I'm blind but its not like I'm gonna stuff the food up my nose or something!"

The hero snickered at that.

"And then Enji reads me these novels or the newspaper and he skips over the parts he thinks I'm too "young" or "immature" to understand! They even monitor what I listen to! Fuyumi or Shotou would be quick to change the channel if something above pg 10 comes on!" You ran a hand through your hair frustratedly. "I asked Enji to get me a Braille and the first few time he pretended like he didn't hear me, before finally saying that I don't need one!"

"Don't worry, I'll sneak in a Braille for dummies the next time I visit."

"Hey-! Wait... what do you mean "next time"?"

"Oh come on! I promise I'll come earlier next time. Maybe in like 2 weeks-"

"No."

"What-"

"No. I want to leave this place today. You promised."

"Y/n-"Keigo reached to place a hand on your shoulder but you pushed him off.

"You. Promised. You said you'll get me out of here when I leave the hospital" You inhaled deeply. "Well, guess what, Hawks? Its been a whole month."

"I know but you're not well enough-"

"I AM! If anything, staying here is harming me more!" Your tone was getting angrier. "You said- you said you would take me away from them."

"I can't do it right now. The hero commission needs me-"

"I need you! Or am I just not worth your time?"

"Please, dove- try to understand. How will I take care of you if I'm out at the agency?"He tried to pet your head but you smacked his hand away, snarling at him.

"You're a liar. A big fucking liar! Was this the plan all along? To give me hope that you'll save me, only to fucking crush it?!" The hero managed to dodge the box of chocolates you threw at him. "I don't need fucking chocolate or your stupid presents. I need to get out of this goddamn house!"

The hero began walking towards the door. "You're not thinking rationally- I'll- I'll leave." But before the hero could manage to take another step, you were leaping towards him, but since you couldn't see, you only managed to fall near his feet. When he grabbed your shoulders to help you up, you were quick to latch onto him, wrapping your arms around his torso tightly.

"No- no! Don't go. Please, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. Please, don't be mad. I swear I'll behave, just don't leave me here!" Your hold onto him was becoming painfully tight.

Keigo felt like someone was breaking his heart piece by piece as he looked at you. The way your body shook from your pitiful sobs, the way you held onto his jacket as if your life depended on it- he was forced to remember how vulnerable you looked the night he brought you back to the this house. The same night when you begged and begged him to fly you away, that you'll do anything as long as he didn't dropped you back at the Todoroki estate.

"Y/n- darling, love, listen to me. I promised you that I'll keep you save, didn't I? I promise I'll come back soon-"

"YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE! CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT SHE'S DONE TO ME! SHE BURNED MY FUCKING EYES HAWKS! I'M FUCKING BLIND! DO I NEED TO LOSE A LIMB FOR YOU TO GET ME OUT OF HERE?! DO I HAVE TO SUFFER FROM ANOTHER "ACCIDENT"?!"

Hawks knew that bitch Rei did this on purpose, he knew and it killed him that he couldn't save you from her. He wanted to tell you that he believed you, and he was preparing a place for you. But the hero knows your siblings were eavesdropping, right on the other side of the door.

He had to be careful and play the fool if he wanted to get you out of this hell hole.

"Y/n please-"

You shook your head repeatedly, pulling him closer to you as you shrieked at him. "No. NO! I wont let you go! I WON'T LET YOU LEAVE WITHOUT ME! Keigo, I'm begging you! Take me with you, please! I'll die! I'll die! I'LL FUCKING DIE, KEIGO! PLEASE!"

Your loud screams had your siblings bursting through the door, obviously using a spare key. "Y/n, whats wrong-" You jumped away when they touched your shoulder, giving Hawks chance to slip away.

You instantly reached out for him, flailing your arms around to get a hold of him again. But the hero was already out the door and your siblings quickly pulled you back into their arms, shushing you, trying to calm you down.

But you were inconsolable. Thrashing around in Shotou's arms, you kept begging for Hawks to come back. "HAWKS COME BACK! LET ME GO! HAWKS, PLEASE! I'LL DIE! I'LL DIE! I'LL DIE!" It pained them to see you like this, so hysterical; Shotou and Fuyumi whispered sweet nothings but you payed them no mind. Natsuo knew you were going to hyperventilate soon, but he was more worried about you bursting a vessel in your head.

Thinking fast, he quickly brought up a tranquilliser- and the moment the sharp smell of the alcohol swab hit your nose, you were wrestling harder to get out Shotou's and Fuyumi's arms.

"Y/n, please calm down-"

"FUCK YOU! LET ME GO! KEIGO! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! COME BACK- STOP! STOP TOUCHING ME! STOP!" You screamed louder than before when you felt her cold hands gripping your arm, holding it still so that your brother could administer the dose.

As the drug began taking effect, your thrashing slowed down before you finally slumped into Shotou's arms. The tranquilliser numbed the headache that was forming, and you felt Fuyumi use a tissue to wipe the snot and the spit off your face.

"I'll die... I'll die... And you won't be there. And I'll die..."

Hawks was in a trance like state as he watched Shotou tuck you under the covers. He wanted to use his sharp feathers to slice off that cold bitch's hand that brushed the hair out of your face, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your daunting screams rang through his ears; his chest felt like some was shoving a knife through it slowly as he played back the image of you trying to wring yourself free from their arms, one hand still reaching out for him. It took everything in him not to grab it and pull you away from those monsters, but he had to remind himself of the bigger picture.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice the pyromaniac standing next to him until he spoke.

"This is all your fault."

Hawks looked at Dabi. His fault?

"You shouldn't have come here."

"She's my goddaughter-"

"Shut the fuck up." Dabi narrowed his eyes at the hero. "She's like this because you gave her false hope. Hope, that one day she'll get away from us. You and I both know that's not gonna happen." He sighed before continuing. "You call yourself a hero, but in reality, you're no better than us."

As Hawks turned to leave, not willing to let the villian get on his nerves, Dabi spoke again.

"Dont bother coming back. She won't forgive you. She'll never forget this betrayal."

Hurtful as they were, he knew the words he said were true.

Hawks was almost out the gates when he saw Enji sitting in the garden, looking at the koi pond. He should've left, should've flown away but there was something in Enji's eyes that had the winged hero walking towards him. He recognised the emotion as soon as he got close.

Sorrow.

Or was it guilt?

Perhaps a mixture of both.

"Endeavour, are you... alright?"

The number 1 hero looked away from the fish and blinked at him.

"Hawks? What are you still doing here?"

The blonde chuckled nervously. "I was just on my way out." He gazed at him. "Are you okay? You seem to be in deep thought."

Enji only stared at him. Taking his silence as the answer, Hawks turned to leave.

"Why did you come here today, Keigo?"

Keigo.

He suppressed the urge to shudder the way his name rolled off his tongue.

"She's my goddaughter too. Why? Do you think it was a bad decision to come?"

"No." Enji sighed. "I just- she hadn't laughed like that in a long time."

Hawks stood beside him. "She's still traumatised from the kitchen accident. Its understable-"

"No. She hadn't laughed like that for a long time, even before this happened." Enji's eyes moved towards the night sky. The stars were twinkling extra bright tonight. How he wished you could see it. "Before she lost her sight, she used to look out the window, her eyes searching sky." He gulped. "She was looking for you, Keigo. You- you made her happy, you make her laugh. I don't."

Hawks placed his hand on Enji's shoulder. "That's not true, Enji. You do make her happy. She loves you. She feels safe with you. She sees you as her protector."

"She does?"

He nodded. "Of course. If you want things to return to normal, you need to treat her normally too. Just- just talk to her. Sort out the issues and wash away whatever fears she has." Hawks wanted Enji to listen to you, to really listen to you and protect you from Rei. He could only hope that Enji understood what he meant.

Hawks was right, Enji realised. Whatever delusions you have of Rei wanting to hurt you on purpose, of being the "bad person", they can all be cleared up if he just talked to you. Ever since the incident, the family avoided talking to you about Rei or the events that had occurred that day.

If he just talked to you, things will return to normal. You'll become happy again.

"Thank you, Keigo."

Hawks only smiled in return. "I'll be leaving now."

"Okay. When will you visit again?"

"I'll be gone for longer now. The hero commission is sending me on another mission again."

"Oh. Safe travels, then."

As Hawks flew away, he began thinking about the house.

The house where he was going to take you to soon. He just needs to add a few finishing touches before he sets his plan in motion. The plan to rescue you, and eventually Enji, from those sadist that call themselves your family.

He will not let his dove get hurt again.

He'll save you this time.

He promises.

Thoughts?

Idk how this turned out, angst wasn't the plan initially. Guess I'll write godfather Hawks fluff for another day.

Anyways, now that this is done, I'll start working on RE 8 fic now.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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I.R.L.📷2

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, voyeurism/exhibitionism, slight stalking, masturbation, naughty talk.

This is dark!(camboy!)Andy Barber. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your guilty pleasures becomes and all too real terror.

Note: Okay, here’s the second and last part of this short little piece. Thanks for reading and the excitement. I’m sorry if I’m a bit blegh rn.

Thank you so much for your patience! And support!!

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Andy stared at the chat. He waited and waited but the green dot didn’t pop up. Maybe she was freaked out after meeting him. Or maybe she was over him. Her name hadn’t blipped up in any of his sessions in the last week and he even invited her to an impromptu private show after he got back from the café. He hoped her seeing him might nudge her but it only seemed to scare the fuck out of her.

He recalled how she nearly fell on her face running away from him. That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. No preening or smiles, just terror and a quick escape. He didn’t understand. He was a good looking guy and she was obviously lonely. Hell, she was cute too. He was hardly disappointed.

He waited another fifteen minutes, distracting himself with the colour matching game on his phone but her status remained inactive. He scrolled through his bookmarks and clicked on her insta profile. She had commented on some DIY tutorials in the last hour but hadn’t posted. She only ever added pictures of flowers anyway; her last photo of herself was from a year ago. It was her and some guy but he could guess they were no longer together.

He was starting to get upset. She was ignoring him. He wasn’t stupid but what had he done? Their sessions were going well up until this week and he actually looked forward to them. He felt that same thrill he had when he first started his hustle.

He slammed his laptop shut and dropped his phone face down. Fuck it, he had better stuff to do.

He crossed the room and grabbed one of the boxes still stacked against the wall. He hauled it over to the empty bookshelf and flipped it open. He unpacked the books one at a time and the heavy bookend shaped like half a globe. He didn’t know why he brought all these things, he didn’t use them. He wasn’t a lawyer anymore.

He leaned against the side of the sofa and crossed his arms. He boxed up his whole life, or what was left of it, and drove halfway across the country. She couldn’t even give him a hello or her name. She could hardly look at him and she wouldn’t answer his goddamn messages.

He pushed himself straight and stormed over to his laptop. He ripped it open and clicked on the chat. Still, nothing. The invitation was scheduled for less than an hour. Well, if she wasn’t going to open it, he’d have to get it to her another way. He was done waiting on her and he was done playing with her through a screen.

He wanted the real thing and he knew she wanted it too.

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You were still slightly addled from your encounter at the café. After you got home and unpacked your groceries, you didn’t find your coffee again until it went cold. You dumped it and replaced it with a glass of wine. You bought the bottle a month ago, expecting to unwind and that time finally came.

You sat with the healthy dose of alcohol, almost to the brim as it darkened the full belly of the glass. You wore only a baggy Winnie the Pooh tee and panties as you lounged and flipped on the tv.

You rarely used the front room anymore, ever since your boyfriend moved out you spent most of your time in the bedroom, exhausted and lonely. It was easier to just linger there between responsibilities.

Your dainty sips turned to greedy slurps as you turned on an episode of Project Runway and lost yourself in the competition and drama of it all. Your ex hated that show and you hadn’t watched it in years. It was time to get caught up with what would forever be your unfulfilled dream of being a designer.

By the runway, your glass was empty and the television had a soft glare as you were slightly buzzed by the high potency. The dark blend had a percentage in the double digits and you were feeling it, delightfully so. As the designers came up for their feedback from judges, more so a roast, you leaned back and wiggled your hips as you stretched. You yawned and closed your eyes as you listened to a designer give cutting critique of a hem.

You peeked under your lashes as the camera panned in on the fraying stitches. Well, it looked alright from far away. You bent your arm under your head as you turned onto your side and your eyes closed again as you pondered another glass of wine. That might give you a decent night’s sleep.

You inhaled and sat up, intent on another indulgence but you stopped short as you blinked in shock. You hadn’t drank that much. You couldn’t be hallucinating. You pressed yourself to the back of the couch and shook your head as you gaped at the figure stood just beside the tv, eyes calmly watching you.

“What…” you gulped.

“Shhhh,” the man, the one you watched all those nights on your laptop, brought his finger to his lips as he hushed you, “it’s okay, honey.”

“I--” your heart leapt into your throat and you stood as you swiped up your glass, “get out. How did--”

“I sent you an invitation. Several this week. You haven’t answered--”

You hit the glass off the table so it cracked and left a jagged edge. You jabbed it out at him from the other side of the coffee table, your hand shaking as the shock turned to a jolt of adrenaline.

“Go! Get out!” you snapped, too terrified to think on how he found you or if your meeting that day was truly a coincidence. It didn’t seem like it, “you’re crazy, get out of my--”

He marched around the table as you backed up and swung the glass at him. He caught your wrist and twisted it as he wrenched you close to him and pointed the sharp edge at your throat. The scent of him filled your lungs and mingled with the taste of wine as the glass pressed to your skin.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he warned, “so don’t make me.”

“Please--”

He said your name, calmly, as you drowned in his oceanic eyes. You quivered in his grasp and tensed as you tried to lean away from him, “Andy,” he offered, “that’s my real name.”

“Please, I don’t know what you want--”

“You know exactly what I want,” he hissed as he pulled away the glass and tossed it to shatter against the wall, “the same thing I always wanted… that you want.”

You took a deep breath and he clapped his hand over your mouth and tutted. His brows wrinkled in irritation and your drunken fingers bounced futilely off his shoulder. He turned you and sat you down on the couch and knelt with you, shushing you again as he settled on his knees on the floor.

“Honey, aren’t you tired of this? Of being apart? Of just… watching?” his eyes strayed from yours and he smiled as he eyed the yellow bear on your shirt, “that’s cute.”

You shook your head and murmured against his hand. His lashes flicked up and his jaw squared. His lips thinned as he considered you.

“Thing is, honey, I’d love to talk but you gotta promise not to scream,” he said, “and I mean that because I don’t want to gag you… not yet, anyway.”

Your eyes rounded and you nodded fervently as your breath puffed under his palm. He narrowed his eyes and shifted his hand slightly, moving it just an inch at a time as he watched you. You sniffled as he let his grip fall to your knee.

“Why? How…” you stuttered, “it was a mistake. Just a show--”

“You were always there,” he said as his other hand came up to your other knee and he ran his hands up and down your legs, “it didn’t sound like a mistake.” He pushed his fingers along the top of your thighs, “you enjoyed it.”

“It wasn’t… like that, just…”

He squeezed your thighs painfully and you winced. His fingers crawled up under the hem of your tee to the elastic of your panties and he hooked them beneath the fabric. You grasped his wrists in shock at his sudden movement and he looked you in the face.

“Say whatever you want, make your excuses,” he snarled, “you said you wanted me, you said it a dozen times, and I know you do.”

He tore down the cotton and you flailed out and caught yourself against the back of the couch. He rolled your panties down and untangled them from your ankles as you tried to close your legs. He kept your panties around his wrist as he stopped your knees from meeting and moved between them.

“Honey, now, I think we’ve had enough build up--”

“Hel--” you screamed and he grabbed your chin and snapped your mouth shut so that you bit your tongue.

He growled and shook your panties down over his hand. He brought up the twisted fabric and shoved it into your mouth. You tried to turn away from his grip as he stuffed the panties in with two fingers as deep as they would go and you almost gagged.

“It’s too bad,” he said, “I wanted to try that mouth… next time.”

You batted at his arms and chest and his hand shot to your throat. You stilled as he choked you, just enough for lungs to burn. He kept his hand on your neck until you sat back and he let it trail down the front of your shirt. He groped you through the fabric, rolling his thumb around your nipples as they hardened.

“I know you can be good, honey,” he hummed, “you’re just… nervous. I know what it’s like, trying to get over someone else. Trying to move on from a life you built-- a break-up, right? That lanky guy on your Insta--”

You gave a terrified flutter of your lashes and he smiled, a tight-lipped sympathetic gesture.

“Look, we’re two lonely people,” he kneaded your chest as he spoke and leaned in, “so, it only makes sense, and I promise, honey, the shows are over. It’s all for you now.”

You trembled as he dropped his hands and pulled up your shirt. He tickled your stomach with his knuckles and framed your tits with his hands as he admired them. You squirmed as he flicked them with his thumbs and leaned into you. He took one in his mouth and suckled. You whimpered as you felt a pluck in your core.

He parted with a pop and licked his lips, “I never… it was always hard to think of what you’d look like but I couldn’t picture anyone so perfect.”

Your nails dug into the couch cushions as you tried not to flinch. The glimmer of delight turned to disgust as you watched this stranger fondle you and he sealed his lips around your other nipple. You bit down on the cotton and moaned. You were so pathetic. It was your stupid moments of lonely desperation that brought you to this, that brought him to you.

His large hands spread along your sides and he pressed his fingertips into you sharply as he toyed with your nipples. He grazed his teeth along each bud and pulled back to look at you again. You grasped his shoulders as you begged him with your eyes and shook your head.

“I… always wanted to do this in the bedroom,” he said, “that’s where you usually are, huh? Touching yourself for me all alone in the dark--”

You hung your head in defeat and he pulled you forward on the cushion. He lifted you onto your feet and spun you around in the space between him and the couch. He put one hand on your hip and the other on the back of your neck and walked you around the sofa. He paced slowly behind you as he urged you down the hall and paused to peer through your bedroom door.

“Here we are,” he said as he angled you through the door. You reached up as your jaw ached around the wad of fabric and he caught your hand and yanked it down, “I didn’t say you could do that.”

You dropped your arm and he let you go. He pressed his body to your back as he nudged you closer to the bed and stopped you right before it. He bunched your shirt in his hands and tugged it up until you raised your arms. He swiped it over your head and let it crumple beside your feet.

“Go on, sit nice and pretty for me,” he tapped your ass lightly.

Naked, you shivered as you stepped away from him and got onto the bed. You turned as you bent your legs over the edge and lowered your chin. You hugged yourself as he stood watching you with his hands on his belt.

“Don’t you worry, it’s still a show,” he said as his hands slid over to his buckle.

He winked and ran his fingers up the front of his jacket and pulled it off. He draped it over the folding stool by your bookshelf and bent each leg to tug off his shoes. His socks followed shortly after and he squared his shoulders before he scooped his shirt up and off. He returned to his buckle and tilted his head at you.

“Look at me, honey,” he said as you stared at the pile of clothing, “we both know you love to watch.”

You raised your eyes to him and clamped your hands around your shoulders, arms crossed over your chest. He grinned and unbuckled his belt, his zipper gliding down smoothly beneath his fingers.

“You got me hard as fuck,” he said, “I didn’t like that earlier, you know? The way you ran from me.”

You just sat and tried to swallow the hopeless acceptance. He pushed down his pants and stepped out of them, his arousal bulging against his boxers. Your fingernails cut into your skin as you curled your fingers.

“You’ve been so good to me, honey,” he continued as he rolled down his boxers, “you know, I only want to return the favour. I came all this way just to get close so that--” he paused as his dick sprang up before him and he kicked away his underwear, “I can take care of you now.”

He gripped himself and stroked his length with a hum. His stomach tensed and the lines of his muscles deepened as he groaned and played with himself as he would before the camera. You were mortified as you watched him helplessly and he got closer and closer.

“Now you get the live show, honey,” he reached out and took your hand, closing it around his dick as he guided it up and down.

He moaned and hung his head back as he used both your hands on his shaft. He shuddered and leaned into your grasp. You listened to his pants as they grew quicker and quicker and he stopped you abruptly. You looked down at the glistening pre-cum as it leaked from his tip and he trailed his thumb through it as he let you go.

You flinched as he moved towards you suddenly and grabbed your hips. He lifted you and dropped you onto your back. He took your ankles and placed them against his shoulders as he stretched your legs up his torso. His cock slid along your cunt and hovered over your folds.

“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer,” he bit his lips and looked between your legs as he let go of one leg and reached down to guide himself between your lips, “oh, honey, your so sexy.”

He pushed apart your cunt with two fingers and slid in between his knuckles. He gasped as you stretched around him and you pushed your head back and whined around the fabric in your mouth. You whimpered as he drew back just a little and pushed in deeper. He rocked his hips, getting further each time as your walls strained around him.

He tilted you against him so that he reached his limit and slid his thumb along your bud. He swirled around your clit as he carried a slow motion, gliding in and out of you as you slicked around him. The tingle of his touch crept like tendrils beneath your flesh and made you clench around his dick.

He groaned and sped up, just a little as he played with you, pressing more firmly on your clit until your hand shot down over his. You didn’t move him away, only gripped his wrist as he toyed with you, fucking you deliberately as the sensation melded into a maelstrom. The twisting spring inside of you compressed and released suddenly in a ripple of sheer delight.

You groaned and bent your legs against him, raising your pelvis higher so he dipped even deeper. Your eyes rolled back and you ripped the panties from your mouth in your ecstatic trance. You balled them in your hand and writhed on his dick.

He grasped your hips and dragged your ass over the edge of the bed and rammed into you. You cried out and he did it again. It was as if he lost all control as his pelvis slapped against you loudly and his voice rumbled through the room. You gulped and gasped as he pressed the heel of his hand to your clit and rubbed harder, his fingers stabbing sharply against your flesh.

His other hand snaked up to pinch your nipple and cup your tit. He braced you as he bent over you and fucked you furiously. He stepped up onto the edge of the bed frame as he curled your body beneath his and brought both his hands up beside your head as he held himself over you.

He plunged down into you over and over and he huffed as he watched the joining of your bodies. He growled and pulled out of you suddenly, bending your legs up as you were contorted further. He grabbed your hand again and trapped it around his dick, moving it quickly as he muttered.

He came in thick ropes onto your chest and down the folds of your stomach as you were in almost a C beneath him, his knees around your thighs. You shook and lifted his chin as he snarled and kept your hand moving, still cumming over you. He tore your grasp from him as he grew over sensitive and hung his head as he quivered.

“Shit,” he swore as he backed off of you and stood, leaning on the bed to steady himself. Your legs fell over the edge and his cum cooled across your skin, “you look good like that, honey.”

He stepped closer and pushed his fingers through the mess. You shivered and stopped his hand as you slowly returned to reality. You lifted yourself on one elbow and batted your lashes in confusion.

“How did you even find me?” you uttered.

“Doesn’t matter how,” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to sit up gruffly, “only that I did.”

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