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pokechbi · 11 months

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Chapter 2 <3

"What the fuck, Cassidy." Here we go again.. I thought to myself. I can never catch a break.

Mark gets out of the driver's side and slams the door. Hard. I almost flinch, but the encounter we just had with that Detective had to be the most humbling thing that had happened to Mark. And that pleased me. I was distracted in my own thoughts when Mark yelled at me to help him unload our belongings from the car.

Well if you're the strong man you claim to be, do it your fucking self. I almost giggled. I was loving my newfound confidence. I was happy that I had something to distract myself mentally. I had some hope for my new start.

As I get out of the passenger side door, I inhale the cold, crisp, misty air that smelled of grass and dew. I smiled at the freshness of the cold suburban air, glad that I can breathe again. While I missed the sunny, bustling climate of Miami, I won't say that it isn't congested and loud. And very hot. The winter quietness of my new little place was refreshing.

"You seem to like it here already" Mark says. I didn't ask for his two cents.

"I do love it. It's so fresh and quiet. I'm glad we came." I say. I'd better stay on his good side for now if I actually want to enjoy it here. At least until I'm ready to haul ass away from him.

"Now that's more like it. See how we have such good times when you're grateful for what I do for us?" He chuckles. He walks away from his side of the car where he's unloading, and approaches me. He puts an arm around my shoulders and kisses my forehead. Don't cringe. Don't cringe. I lean into his shoulder, and smile as we look at our quaint little house. The exterior paint was gray and white, with a rounded exterior window. I couldn't wait to get inside. Hopefully it had more than one bedroom so I can make one of them my space. Somewhere to de-stress and relax.

While Mark and I were unloading the rest of our things, we saw a run-down RV slowly drive past us. I looked through the driver's side, which had tinted windows and was only cracked a smidge. Hm. With all of these nice houses, who would be driving that kind of RV? The window suddenly rolled down some more, and I got a glance of a kid with messy long hair, and outdated 70s glasses. How weird. I thought to myself.

"What's an RV like that doing in a neighborhood like this?" I say.

"I don't know, but it gives me the fuckin creeps. Hopefully he's just drivin' past. We don't need no creeps around here doin' some shady shit." Mark replies.

"Yeah." Like he'd actually protect me if something happened. I want to chuckle, but I hold it. "Let's just get inside" I sigh.

...

Unpacking is always an unwanted chore that I hate. I sat on the patio steps, getting as much of that crisp November air that I fell in love with just a few hours ago. The sun was setting, and I wanted to watch it set while sitting on my new, but temporary patio.

I didn't have much, but we planned on shopping for stuff anyway later on in the week. There wasn't much space to fit a lot of things in our Miami apartment, so we didn't bring much. Plus, Mark was too cheap to rent a movers van, and we only had a rinky dink pick up truck to hold us over.

I had lined up an office job before I got here, but wasn't starting until two weeks after today. I had some time to kill while Mark went to work at some office downtown in the bustling part of Conyers.

"Babe, I start working at that new place downtown tomorrow. You gonna be alright alone here?" Speak of the devil, and he appears.

"Yeah, I'll be alright. I'll just do some cleaning and setting up the house." I say nonchalantly.

"Good girl, that's what I like to hear."

Yeah, whatever, Mark. As if I do everything for him, and only him. I only want peace, tranquility, and my old self back. I couldn't wait for him to go to work, and leave me be. Back in Miami, he barely worked, and baited his parents into giving us money for a house. Mark's parents were filthy rich and provided him with what he needed, but wanted nothing to do with me or their freeloading son. If only they knew. I wasn't the bad guy here.

"Anna!" "Joy!" We heard distant yelling from a street ahead of us. It was a boy and the lady from the family from before, only missing the blonde little girl, and the tall, lumberjack man that was with them.

"I guess their little girl ran off to play somewhere. I hope she's alright. It's getting pretty cold for her to be outside" I say.

"Whatever, not our problem" What an ass. It was a cold night, and they're calling out for their child. How dense can you be, Mark? "You comin', or are you gonna sit here all night like a loner. You'll get sick or somethin' and then I'll have to care of you. Come on." He knees me in the shoulder, and that did it for my peaceful sunset watching.

...

I walk into the house, reeking of paint and the faint smell of our old Miami apartment floating off of our belongings.

"I'm goin' to bed. I'll shower before work tomorrow. You comin?"

"Yeah, I'll be up soon, I'll just sit here on the couch for a while." The house came with a couch from the previous owner, but it was corduroy, my favorite material. The couch looked relatively unused and didn't smell like anything really. Just fabric.

"I thought you hated that material, Cass. Don't worry, we'll get a new couch soon. Just give your man some time to work for it."

Was that his attempt at a gesture? What a man. Couldn't even remember that this material is my favorite.

I sigh, and lie my head on the couch's armrest. "I guess so, but I'll be good for now. See you soon." He approaches me and kisses my forehead.

"Night, Cass"

Hopefully he falls asleep before I manage to get up there.

#detective david loki #david loki #jake gyllenhaal #prisoners #prisoners 2013 #fanfic #detective loki #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #jacob benjamin gyllenhaal #gyllenhaal

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roadtogracelandx45 · 8 months

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Uncharted Waters| B. Sherman

Summary: Dewey is a well-known jerk within the Los Angeles police force and his family including his daughter Tess who has nothing to do with him until he gets shot and Chickie, his partner, calls her to let her know he has been hurt. A couple of weeks later, he is planning on retiring and Tess goes to the party and meets rookie cop Ben Sherman suddenly how Tess feels towards her father, Chickie and even John Cooper changes.

Ben Sherman/ OFC

Rated M for adult content

@marycorleone

Introduction

Chickie sighed as she copied the number for Tessa Dudek, her partner's daughter from his phone to hers, she had been tasked with calling her and telling her father had been shot and was in surgery. And it was the last thing that she wanted to do. Dewey's relationship with not only Tessa but his wife had been strained, so much so that at 16, Tess cut him off only talking once or twice every few months, and even then it was strained and short.

It had taken almost 4 years of Chickie and John Cooper working with him to find out that he had a daughter and that was only because he had to hunt her down. After all, she missed one of the twice-a-year meetings she had with both of her parents and his ex-wife and her mother freaked out so the three of them had to go hunt her down.

They had found her of course, but the girl wasn't happy, she had slammed the door in Dewey's face after cussing him up one side and down the other. And personally, they found it funny that she did that. It was only fair that Dewey had someone who treated him how he treated others.

Taking another deep breath, she dialed the girl's phone number and was instantly met with a Hello. "Hey Tess, it's Chickie." "Oh hey Chickie, what's up?" There was a lot of background noise and she wondered if Tessa was back to her old ways of working with adult entrainment and turning tricks, something that she and John swore they would never tell Dewey until they absolutely had to.

"It's Dewey."

"Oh?"

The background noise faded slightly and the blonde officer was relieved, which meant she wouldn't have to shout to be heard, "he was shot, it doesn't look good."

"And you are telling me this why? I don't have a relationship with him, you know that."

"I know kid, but he is your father, do you want him to die without trying to resolve what has happened in the past between you two?"

"I guess you are right, if anything it would be a good chance for me to tell him, I hate him." Tess agreed, there were so many unresolved issues between them and so many things that she wanted to say to him but every time she saw him the anger took over and the curse words came out.

"I will meet you there. Don't leave me alone with him Chickie, because I swear to god, he isn't dead, I will kill him myself." "I will meet you downstairs," Chickie said before hanging up the phone, she was the only other officer who was there for Dewey and that was saying a lot. People liked him when he was doing a drunken act but didn’t care enough to actually show up and hold virgle like she did.

Ben Sherman glanced back at the doors that were swinging shut behind Chickie, there was a tall brunette who was going into the ICU waiting room. “Who is that?” He asked tearing his eyes away from the girl to Chickie who smirked, “Trust me it's not worth it.”

Ben took one more glance over her head and then shook his head, if he wasn’t so exhausted he would go in there and talk to her. “How is he?”

“He will be okay.” She gave a tired smile and went towards the exit ready to go home to her son. Deep down she had almost hoped Dewey would have died.

This was a punishment of sorts. It had to be.

Ben glanced back at the girl before going into the waiting room.

***

"I must be dead." Dewey commented as he came back too, his daughter was sitting next to his bed, an open magazine on her lap and her lit-up cell phone in her hand, "I have to be because there is no way my daughter will be here under any other circumstances."

"No, not dead but you should be." Tess returned as she snapped her phone shut and twisted to look at him, "Doc said they took 5 bullets out of you. Why weren't you wearing your vest?"

Dewey groaned and reached to press the button for the nurse. He was going to be more medicated to listen to his daughter's bitching.

"Tess."

"Dewey."

"Don't start."

She pulled a face and mimicked him, "What happened? All Chickie said was you responded to a disturbance that was it."

"Why do you care?"

Tessa flipped the magazine shut and reached for her bag that was on the window sill, "See this is why I didn't want to come. Knew that our relationship was beyond repair. Told Chickie that. Told Charlene that. But they didn't want to listen. Told me it would be good to try. Said I should get to know my father. "

The doctor came in with the nurse to check on him, "Glad you aren't dead. But kind of wish you were." She excused herself quickly from the room and went to exit to the waiting room.

'Tess." Charlene started as she came back into the waiting room.

"I got to go, Char, I was right he is never going to change." She returned. "Don't go back to work. Just go hang out in the waiting room."

Charlene had been trying to talk Tess into quitting her nighttime jobs and going to school but the girl refused, repeating Dewey's statement about becoming a reporter.

"Fine, I will hang out for a while longer."

Ben looked up when he heard the soft footsteps come into the waiting room, he had been expecting the mother of the girl that was asleep in the row of chairs near him but it was the girl he had seen in the hallway.

"Hi.' He offered as she sat down a few seats away from him. "Hi.' She returned before glancing at the girl and then back at him, clearly curious about him.

"Are you here for Dewey?" He asked. 'Yeah, you?"

"Yeah, I was with him when he got shot."

"You are a cop?"

He laughed almost bitterly, that was the third or fourth time he had heard that day and it wasn't getting any better.

"I don't mean like that it's a bad thing. You are just too handsome to be a cop. Not like Dewey or Cooper."

"How do you know them?" He glanced at the sleeping girl one more time before turning fully to face the girl.

She chewed on the inside of her cheek before answering, "Dewey is my father. I have known John since Dewey got settled into the same district."

"Dewey?" He repeated, "Dewey? Is your father?

" "In the loosest meaning of the term." He laughed, he knew that feeling all too well, his own father was like that. Tessa felt a warm spread through her chest and she shook her head, she knew better than to get involved with anyone who wore uniforms, it usually ended up with her heartbroken and her going on a shopping spree.

But like her father, Tess never ever learned.

#ash writes #oc: tess taylor #series: uncharted waters #ben sherman fan fiction #ben sherman #ben sherman imagines #southland fan fiction #southland imagines

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hypegirl1 · 7 months

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May the Evil rise again (part 3)

Part 1 Part2 AN: First of all,TYSM for the support,i love it,second,sorry for posting this late I'm so sorry

Summary:After Aurora finds out who and why the magic was destroyed,she wants to bring it back no matter what

Word count:2809

I had to bring the magic back...

I was going to my room and think about a plan,until my mom stopped me

"Aurora,did you had lunch with your uncles?You weren't here at lunch time so I assumed you ate with them"

"Yeah,I had lunch with auntie Eclipsa uncle Globgor and Meteora,we had a lot of fun,sorry if I made you worry"

"No honey it's fine,you were with your family at the end"

I couldn't help but smile,my mom always was so nice with me,and I love that.I went to my room and layed on my bed thinking about my plan,how was I supposed to bring magic back?

"Alright Aurora,just...concentrate and think about it"

"Think about what honey?"

"Oh my god!"

I didn´t even realized that my dad was in my room,I could have spoken too much and probably get grounded for life.

"Dad!You scared me,what are you doing here?!"

"I was looking for my hoodie,have you seen it?"

"It´s in my closet,I took it from yours,why?It doesn´t fit you anymore why do you want it?Besides,you have like 20 more in your closet"

"Alright,you can have one,you´re my daughter at the end"

"Thanks,and next time,please knock before entering"

"Sorry hehe..."

My dad left,now actually leaving me alone

"Alright,think smarter,not harder...if my family destroyed the magic using the whispering spell on it,maybe if I use it again with what used to be magic it will get back?"

Was what I was saying making sense? I didn´t knew,I had to test it.

"But...how am I gonna find that sancturay?Auntie Eclipsa said it was close to the forest of Certain Death,but what is close to it??ughh,come on Aurora,think,think...oh,the lake!but I don´t remember seeing anything on that lake?or...maybe yes?"

I was confused,I didn´t had an exact location at all,didn´t knew if my plan was going to work or not,what was I supposed to do?

"I need to clear my head for a second,I´ll go wash my face"

And I did,I went to the bathroom in my room and washed my face,it relaxed me

"Much better"

Or so I thought...when I saw myself in the mirror I screamed in horror when I saw a tiny figure in it,it was a blue creature with a beige gown,it had a pink gem on its forehead

"OH MY GOD!MOM!"

When I looked behind me there was,nothing?Did the figure just disappeared?Or was I hallucinating?

"Aurora!What happened?!"

My dad entered the room kicking the door,my mom was by her side,they both look like they were ready to fight

"I-I saw something in my mirror,and it wasn´t me,there was a kind of blue creature next to me!But it´s gone now?"

Both my parents were surprised,their faces became white as snow.

"How did it looked like?"

My mom sat on my bed and made me sit with her

"It was blue and small,around my hand´s size,it was wearing like a beige gown and it had like a pink gem on its forehead..."

"It might have been an allucination sweetie,are you tired?"

"Well,kinda..."

"It might be that,rest some time,there is no one in the house except us 3"

"Alright"

My parents left the room leaving me sitting in my bed,speechless about what just happened.

MARCO AND STAR´S POV

"Star...do you think she was talking about...Glossaryck?"

"No!I mean,yeah! I don´t know Marco,she described him perfectly,but he disappeared with the magic years ago,remember?"

"Yeah I know...but he did the same thing when we thought Ludo killed him,you started having some kind of hallucinations about Glossaryck and he ended up being alive"

"Maybe Aurora is actually hallucinating,but she never met Glossaryck...do you think he might be?..."

"Impossible..."

AURORA´S POV

"What was that thing I just saw...he looks kinda familiar"

And that´s when it clicked,that thing I just saw was the same creature I saw in all the paintings of the queens that were in the castle,but what was he?

"Was he a secretary of the queens?He was in every painting,so he might have been important.Wait,I´m forgetting my main plan,alright,what should I do then?I have to find the sanctuary and pronounce the spell on the magic,but what else?what I´m supposed to do when the magic gets back?"

That was the hard part,maybe if my plan worked I could actually bring the magic back,but what could I do?I never knew any spell other than the one auntie Eclipsa taught me.

"I should write the spell in case I forget it"

I took a notebook from one of my drawers and wrote the spell before I forgot it,maybe I could use this notebook as my spell book?That sounded kinda weird knowing I don´t know any spell,but maybe I could learn somehow? I took some markers and wrote on it "Aurora´s book of spells" and decorated it with some doodles.

"This might work,but I should hide it,if mom and dad find out this,I will get grounded for life"

I took the notebook and put it under a lose tile that was on my floor,my parents never knew about that so they will not find out.I put the tile back in and again,I saw it,on the reflection of the tile I saw that blue creature again.

"What the! What are you?!"

This time,the creature didn´t vanished when I saw it.

"I should take a picture"

I got up and took my phone,but when I got back the creature was gone

"What?...but it was here just now"

This was too much for me,I had to act fast,I was loosing time.

"What time is it?"

The clock said it was 8pm,still daytime knowing it was summer,perfect,I had time,I put my dad´s hoodie,took my backpack with me and put the notebook,a lantern and my phone.Went downstairs and outside,I was running I didn´t even saw my parents on the living room.

"Aurora,where are you going with your backpack?"

"Oh,I´m just going for a walk you know?"

"You just came home a few hours ago,you are leaving again?"

"Uhhh,yes,because I´m going to go get some apples that I saw on the way here"

"Alright then,have fun I guess"

"Bye!"

I left the house running to the forest of Certain Death,was I making a mistake doing this?I don´t know at this point

"I am not entering here,she said it was close to the forest,so maybe I should go around"

And I did,it took me a few minutes,but I found a lake.

"It must be here,but I don´t see any kind of building around...oh my-!"

I startled myself when I realized that there was an alligator on the water,oh no,what was I supposed to do?That thing could eat me in seconds...

"Maybe it wasn´t a good idea to come here...no no,step back!"

The alligator started coming towards me,I got scared and climbed a rock that was behind me,but the alligator just looked at me and did nothing but a sound

"wa"

"huh?did you say wa?"

"wa"

"uhh,well,at least you´re not eating me"

"wa"

"what do you want from me if it´s not to eat me?!"

"wa"

I was confussed,the alligator didn´t hurt me at all,it just kept saying wa

"uhh,I´m lost"

"wa"

"wa?..."

"wa"

"wa?is that what you want?"

The alligator went back to the water and disappeared

"That was weird...but I need to find the sanctuary"

I got up and was about to walk,when I heard a sound coming from the lake,I got close to the edge to see if there was something

"What is going on?"

Suddenly,a big building appeared out of nowhere

"Oh my! Did that thing came from underwater?how?"

I checked around to make sure nobody was looking or following me,I followed the rock paths into the building.

"Maybe this is the sanctuary,it is very well hidden"

I entered the building and I was amazed,a lot of images of that blue creature where everywhere,fountains everywhere,a big one on the center,where some kind of dark green mud was coming out of it,I was so distracted that I didn´t realized I accidentally stepped on it

"Eww,it must have been years since no one enters here,what´s this?A vending machine?"

It was,a vending machine that looked like it sold food and drinks only made out of corn,because it was empty and it was full of wrappers

"What is a vending machine doing in a place like this?Ugh,the mud got in my shoe...no,Aurora,concentrate,I have to do the spell on the magic,but how does magic look like now?I don´t even know what it looked like before,how am I gonna do this?"

I was stuck in the situation,I had a plan,but I didn´t knew how to execute it

"Uhhh,alright,auntie Eclipsa said the magic came from the fountains of the sanctuary,so,the magic might be this weird mud?I guess I could try...so,they pronounced the spell on the magic?I´ll have to put my hands in here then...ew..."

I could at least try,there was nothing to lose,because the magic was already lost,the only thing I could do was bring it back.I pulled out my notebook and chose the page with the spell,sat on the cold stone floor and put my hands in the mud.

"Alright,let´s try this thing...break the bond,tear the fabric,cleave the stone,stop the magic..."

Nothing happened...

"Ugh,this is stupid,do I really think I can bring the magic back just like it was nothing?!I´m so dum- WHAT THE?!"

He was here,again,that blue creature was here again,he was reflected on the mud

"What do you want from me?!I´m just trying to bring back the magic!Are you trying to stop me!"

It just looked at me straight in the face with a serious look

"Is this your...house?"

No answer

"What are you trying to say?!You just suddenly appeared when I said I wanted to bring the magic back,what even are you?!"

The creature looked at my notebook,I think it was actually trying to say something

"My notebook?What about it?"

That thing didn´t took its eyes out of the notebook,it looked like he was actually looking at the spell...

"The spell?...maybe I´m saying it wrong,I´ll try to change it,if they said this to destroy the magic,maybe if I change the last words it might get back.Alright let´s try again"

I sticked my hands on the mud and pronounced the spell again but with a twist

"Break the bond,tear the fabric,cleave the stone,revive the magic..."

No effect...

"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY?!Ugh!"

The blue thing didn´t took its eyes out of the notebook,maybe I was saying it wrong again

"Alrigh,I´ll try my last option,saying it reversed,uhh...alright I got it"

Saying it reversed was my last option,I didn´t knew what else to do at this point,if this spell had no effect,I would have failed my mission...

"Alright...cigam eht e pots,enots eht evaelc,cirbaf eht raet,dnob eht kaerb...what is?-"

I could see a little yellow spark under all the mud,my spell was...working?But it wasn´t enough,I had to say it again

"cigam eht e pots,enots eht evaelc,cirbaf eht raet,dnob eht kaerb,cigam eht e pots,enots eht evaelc,cirbaf eht raet,dnob eht kaerb...oh my-god,I-I have to continue,It´s working!"

The creature suddenly disappeared,I could see how the mud started to turn yellow,the spell was working,I was bringing back the magic...

"cigam eht e pots,enots eht evaelc,cirbaf eht raet,dnob eht kaerb!"

I could feel something in my cheeks,I didn´t knew what it was until I saw my reflection on the magic

"What are those marks...wait,I´ve seen them before..."

In the paintings at the castle,every queen had those cheekmarks,I guess they were magic cheekmarks?Mine looked like a yelowish sun,and they were shining a lot...I kept saying the spell until something started to make a sound from the main fountain,when it suddenly exploded,I was fine,but something had happened...

"The spell...worked?"

I still had those cheekmarks,and I could see that something was coming to the surface,I wasn´t wrong

"Ohhh my god!It´s hideous in there,thank god I´m back again"

"Yo-you are that creature"

That blue creature I kept seeing everywhere now was alive and speaking

"Who are you?!You´ve been following me everywhere!What do you want from me?!"

"Calm down Aurora,I´m not going to hurt you"

"How do you know my name?-"

"I know everything,and I know that you´re not that smart as your mom,it took you some time to understand that I wanted you to bring the magic back"

"I´m sorry?!You were trying to tell me that?How was I supposed to know?!"

"It doesn´t matter now,what matters is that I´m alive,the magic is alive,all thanks to you"

"But mom and dad said- MOM AND DAD OH MY GOD!How are they going to react when they realize that I brought the magic back?!"

"Ohh they will not be happy,I know it"

"Because they said the magic is dangerous!"

"No Aurora,ugh,this will be a long way,the magic is not dangerous,the person and the use they give it is what is dangerous"

"If you say so...but who are you?!"

"I´m Glossaryck,nice to meet you dear,you look a lot like your mom and dad wow,they did a great job"

"What?-"

"It´s not important,because look at that"

I saw in the direction that Glossaryck pointed,a big bubble of magic started floating,it exploded leaving what looked like a little sun with wings attached to a stick,well,maybe that wasn´t the best description of what that thing was...

"Take it"

I took that thing and the sun in the center of it started shining with my cheekmarks

"This is now your wand"

"My-WHAT?!"

"Oh my god,it´s always the same thing,your wand,you can do magic with it,but be careful,you don´t know how to use it yet"

"Al-right?"

I was shocked,I brought the magic back,I had a wand now,I had those cheekmarks,some thing called Glossaryck knows everything about me and everyone and it was speaking,what did I just do?!

"Glossaryck...now what is gonna happen?"

"Look at the door"

"AURORA BUTTERFLY WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

They were my parents,they looked very mad,oh no,what have I done...

A few minutes ago,Star´s and Marco´s POV

"Star do you think Aurora is okay?"

"Yeah,why do you say so?"

"I don´t know I´m just worried abo-OH MY GOD"

"What?what is going on?is there a bug on my head?"

"No,worse...Star,your cheekmarks...they are...back"

"Wha-what?"

Star searched for a mirror,she was horrorized when she realized that her heart cheekmarks where back,but things only got worse when she saw Marco,and he had his moon cheekmarks

"You-your cheekmarks Marco,you also have them..."

"What?No,no,this can´t be,who and-"

Star gasped at the sudden realization,Aurora,it must have been her,who else could it be?

"Aurora...all those questions,her going to Eclipsa´s castle,Marco,she brought the magic back..."

"Impossible..."

"We must find her,right now"

END OF THE POV

"Mom! I-I can explain it I swear!"

"Star!Marco!my favorite couple,I missed you a lot"

"Glossaryck?You´re...alive?So,all those visions Aurora had were real?"

"Yeah,I was guiding her to bring the magic back"

"You did WHAT?!Glossaryck please! You know what happened last time!"

"Star,you never realized right?"

"Realize what?"

"Mina was never invencible,neither your mom or her were the problem in that whole situation,Solaria was the problem since the beggining of her reign,if she didn´t had that mentality,nothing like that would have ever happened"

"Aurora...what did you do?..."

"I...brought back the magic,because that´s what I had to do..."

Part 4 coming soon...

#star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #marco diaz #star butterfly

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creepypasta-archive · 9 months

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Dear Jeff

by SugarRush1258

A lil' oddity, an epistolar tale coming from Jeff's brother. Some interesting lore choices for this. Have yet to fit on the timeline or at all CW// suicide mention, panic attack mention, murder mention

Click below to see the unedited original story

Dear Jeff,

Hi. It's Liu. I don't really expect you to get this, I don't really know how you would or... If you're even alive. Come to think of it, I suppose it might be a bit of a surprise that I am. But - if you do get this letter - it could go three ways. It's very possible that you will come back and finish me off. I know that. But I don't think I care anymore. Things have been... harder since that day. I picked up anxiety and sleep deprivation. Maybe a little paranoia too. I can't really sleep, obvious reasons there. Some nights I can't even walk into a bedroom without having a panic attack, but it's really not your fault. I have my own house now, but I don't live with anyone. In the event you do come and kill me I'm making this really easy for you aren't I? Well, I just feel like I should tell you this stuff for some reason.

I'm okay, if you care. Like I said, I really don't know how this is going to go. Speaking of which, the second scenario I came up with is that you don't get this letter, which - if you do - makes this sentence very stupid. Thirdly, you do get this letter, which kinda splits off into two little categories. A) you get this and don't respond, or b) you get this and respond. But enough of all that, I'm going to talk to you now like you don't want to kill me, okay?

It's been eight years hasn't it? Geez, time flew by. I went back to school if you're wondering. Now I got a job as an art teacher and a two-story house. Living the dream right? I had a mountain biking accident two years ago and I lost my right leg, so now I have a robotic one. It's kinda cool, but a real bitch to deal with. I'm an artist too by the way, which is sort of obvious, but I paint on the side as I teach too. I'm pretty good if I say so myself. Don't have a partner of any kind, but I do have a few friends. They're real nice people.

It was surreal when I moved. It was the whole "new life, new home, fresh start" cliche that we started with those years ago. When I realized that, I threw up.

I'm not scared of you anymore. I've thought about ending my own life more than once and, I'm content with the thought of dying in your arms. I was suppose to the first time anyway. I forgive you. The person who stabbed me, and killed my parents wasn't my brother. I just hope that he's in there somewhere inside you. Actually, if he's not, you're probably laughing your ass off while reading this. At least one of us can get a laugh out of this, I guess.

I don't think I'm ready to see you. In the event that's what you're planning. Not-killing-me-seeing-me. Don't think I could handle just sitting down for fucking tea with you. Not that I drink tea, I'm more of a coffee person. In an odd way, I honest-to-God miss you. And it's okay, I don't hate you for what you've done. Can't say I approve of it, but I am at peace with it. You can not control it, I understand. That's... the only explanation.

I miss you, big brother.

Lots of Love, ~Liu

#jeff the killer #creepypasta #jtk #fanfiction #horror #story #crossover #liu woods #homicidal liu

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yarpharp · 2 years

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I think it's horribly worrying how I am both deeply upset but absolutely emotionally empty in the face of this new shooting.

Like, I don't know what I should say anymore. Gun violence has been a problem since I was born, and I popped out into the world in the late 90s. When I was in high school, there was a gun threat and two active shooter incidents. I can remember when the gun threat had been discovered; we made national news for a hot second. Our school had been given a fucking date when the shooter planned to come. They left a note. My mom, being the woman she is, told me to "keep your knife with you and be prepared to drop and run." (Which, might I add, I was not allowed to have on a school campus but brought with me anyway). In the days leading up to the date, parents were pulling their kids out of class. One the day of... Jesus, I think over half of the student population has decided to stay home?

Then the fire alarm went off (which to any out-of-USA readers should know, we have different alarms for gun threats vs. fires) and Christ.... I watched every fucking kid I knew run for it. They all thought it was the active shooter alarm, and they hoofed it down the road. My friends and I had our bikes ready and waited at the edge of campus just in case it was actually not a fire but a gun event, but nope! Guess what? Our chem teacher burnt some popcorn in the rec room and set off the smoke alarm!! Because we were teenagers and questionably insane, we thought it was the funniest shit at the time.

But then we had an active shooter/runaway criminal causing chaos in the neighborhood and we were in lockdown. I was a TA for the art teacher at the time and it had been my job to be ready to lead an entire 60+ freshmen (14-15 year olds) through the back entrance of the building and out to the river. (Yes, my old high school is right next to a river. No joke.) A cop died in that altercation. Then later there was another active shooter, and it ironically took place during an on-campus celebration of surviving the last two gun-related incidents! And yet again I was the TA in charge of a very hysterical gaggle of freshmen we had sprinted to the art building for shelter. I locked the doors myself. Me and this other TA (he was for ceramics, I was for general art) gorilla-glued a five inch ceramic plate over one of the tiny glass windows in the doors.

And I shit you not, while I was trying to keep everyone calm, a PTA mom had been possessed to walk to every classroom door she could locate with a trolley of donuts and demand entry so she could feed us "in this tense time." No joke. This rando mom in her thirties was SLAMMING HER FISTS AGAINST THE DOOR LIKE AN ANGRY INTRUDER AND DEMANDING ENTRY. The freshmen went apeshit. Both the art teacher and ceramics teacher were screeching at her from our side of the door. The PTA mom was spitting obscenities at us because "you are the seventh class to do this, what kind of fucking educators are you?!"

The shooter was apprehended. The PTA mom in question got sued and kicked off the PTA board. She was fucking lucky she hadn't gotten shot herself, or endangered and subsequently got students/teachers killed with her dumbass stunt. That entire episode had been so upsetting, I still get unimaginably angry at the vaguest memory of the PTA.

And fuck guys, my list goes on.

I live in a neighborhood where at least once a month I hear gunshots. I attended community college and one campus had an active shooter and two---maybe three?---people died in a parking lot? The college I later transferred to had an active shooter armed with a semi-auto (I have no idea how, I live in a state that bans those) and planned to massacre our very large campus but was stopped by campus police. An officer died to stop him from entering the campus. We had a gang-related shooting on a main street someplace downtown in my city barely a month and a half ago and it yet again made the national news for a hot second.

Gun violence is everywhere. It permeates so much of American culture and life. And if you don't think so, I think you're fucking crazy... Or you have your head so far up your ass you literally know nothing.

Here's a parting anecdote: I was in a student union (which also doubled as a cafeteria) with my friends in community college once. We were being our usual selves, making jokes and eating lunch. My group is exceedingly diverse, and we all come from vastly different parts of the city (and in two persons' cases, just outside the city).

Then we all hear this horribly loud CRA-BANG!

What did we do? What did the entire student union do?

Just about every single person immediately ducked down and hid. Only maybe a handful of people hadn't, and it was clear by the looks of them they came from the nicer neighborhoods in my city (and thus never had exposure to gun violence).

The actual source of that noise had been a student dropping their food tray at the perfect angle, and the high vaulted ceilings of the student union acted as the perfect echo chamber to make it sound very similar to a gunshot.

America is a battlefield, and I really wish I could leave it.

#gun violence #texas #story time #enjoy my gun trauma #i feel like if enough people understand just how much gun violence has become an almost predictively recurring problem #but most of the time all people get is a sensationalized circus show #good god guys just GIVE US GOOD FEDERAL GUN LAWS

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eddiemunsonjosephquinn · 1 year

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Test Drive Part 1

Alexis Mitchell, Mavericks daughter has to stay with her uncles, Bradley and Jake for one month. What happens when Alexis decides to take their car on a little test drive?

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After my Uncles taught me the basics on how to drive, i knew I was ready to test my acknowledgement. The only problem is that i'm only 14 and don't even have my drivers permit. But is that going to stop me? Of course not! I'm pretty good at test driving stuff and driving a car should be easy.

I know what you're thinking. 'They would never let you drive by yourself' or 'they will kill you if you took their car'. And yes both of them are probably true. They don't have to find out though if i did it at night. They both go to sleep really early, that would give me enough time to escort out the plan.

It was certainly 7:00 at night. I was actually extremely tired, but that isn't going to stop me and my plan. I was watching a movie with my Uncle's. It was called 'Down Gun' a movie about top gun pilots. The same field as my family. Uncle Bradley looked down at me smiling. "Jake, how did we get so lucky with the best niece in the entire world." Jake grinned. "I don't know babe, but she really is the best. It makes me wonder if we will ever have children," He said with an exasperated sigh making Uncle Bradley roll his eyes.

"Babe we just got married. And plus maverick and Ice didn't have her until they were in their mid thirties we still got time." I smiled. It makes me feel almost a little bit bad about what i'm going to do with their car.

"Alright kiddo, I'm going to head up and get ready for bed. We got to go by the station tomorrow so Jake and I can fix up that pilot we've been working on." I gave out a fake yawn. "Okay, I'm going up to my room also, so i can work on my homework that Mr. Cruise gave us to finish over summer break. What a jerk ill tell ya."

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I checked the time and it was now 9:00 i was certain they had fallen asleep. And now was my time, to test drive that car. I got up and put my shoes on. I then went downstairs and grabbed the keys off the hook from the kitchen.

I checked to make sure i didn't hear any footsteps and when i didn't hear any, i carefully opened the front door.

I took a deep breath and started the engine. 'Why was this so dang loud' i mumbled under my breath. Okay i got this, just remember what they taught you. Keep your hands on the steering wheel at all times and to always face the road.

I pushed on the gas petal a little so i was only going a little bit fast. All of a sudden i hear sirens behind me. What did i do wrong? I slowly pulled over to the side and rolled down my window. "Mam i just wanted to let you know that one of your head lights is out." He informed me. He then took a quick look at me. "Kid I'm going to need to see your license please," Did i look that young for my age? I swallowed. "About that I forgot to bring it with me." I lied. He gave me 'are you serious look' letting me know he didn't believe me at all.

"I'm going to need you to step out of the car," I internally groaned but did what he said. "How old are you?" He asked, raising his eye brow at me. That's when I panicked. "Look ill be totally honest with you. My two Uncles taught me how to drive a little earlier. I'm 14 and about to be 15. But i wanted to actually drive by myself so I did but then i got caught. Please don't take me to jail! They will kill me." He chuckled slightly. "I would usually arrest you but since you only drove a little bit out of the neighborhood I'll just drive you to them." I let out a slight relief. I nodded thanking him. "Wait are you going to arrest them?" I asked. "No, because they never knew about this. It wouldn't be fair."

"Also don't thank me yet kid. If I was you in this situation I would want to go to jail. My parents would have killed me." I chuckled. He opened the back door and i got in. "Where do you live?" He asked. "Creek hill 590 northwest drive." He nodded. "You don't seem like a type of kid to do this." I shrugged. "Usually i'm not. But my curiosity just got the best of me i guess."

We arrived and i saw my uncles on the porch not looking in the best mood. I swallowed, i was in deep shit. We both got out and headed towards them. Uncle Bradley yanked my wrist. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I whimpered. I looked at Uncle Jake for help but he just shook his head in disappointment and motioned me to go inside.

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This is my first ever book written on here so i hope you all like it!

#glen powell #top gun #Hangman #Rooster #rooster x hangman #Niece #Family #dicipline

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angelic-distortion · 2 years

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i was 14 when i found my romeo in a senior boy

we played jokes on our friends and talked every day even though you were with someone else

and my mother gasped when that dagger collapsed into juliet’s chest

and that’s how every heartbreak has felt since then

a gasp for air

i was 15 when you decided to tell everyone at camp that you were addicted to pornography

it was part of your story but so was i, and i was humiliated beyond belief

i broke up with you soon after

bawling our eyes out in the church hallway

i was 16 when we got back together and started down a path of pure lust for each other

sneaking around in the backseat of my parents car

upstairs in my house

and one time in my bed

when you started to unclothe me

and i said no

and you kept going

and i said no

and you kept going

and i didn’t hate it

but i hated you

and i hated myself

yet i didn’t leave you until three months later

i was 17 when you decided to ask me out as a joke

you pushed me up against my car

and gave me a passionate kiss

and i was oblivious to the fact that it was all just for your entertainment

when our friend told me

i planned my speech the whole way home

and i murdered you with words

and i turned around and walked away

our friend called you shell shocked

and that was the end of that

i was still 17 when i fell in love with you at prom

well really it was during rehearsal

and magnified during prom

i had decided to wait and let you make the first move

and we danced all night

and sang into the wee hours of the morning

and your mom made us and the rest of our friends pancakes for breakfast

we talked everyday

we had tea parties

and hikes

and did everyday things together

and then the day after we spent a whole day into the evening together

you disappeared from my life without warning

years later

you married the girl you told me you never wanted to get back together with

i was 18 when the roles were reversed and i fell for a freshman

we could only see each other at school

and even then only in the afternoons

i told you about the scars on my arms

and one day you came to me with scars on yours

i still have the picture of you smiling with the lines on your wrists

the day you broke up with me

you told me i was insane

and i made sure i wasn’t alone that evening

because i know i would have died

i was 19 when i started resenting you for showing me that you actually cared

i wanted to explore more of the world outside of good christian values

and i felt like you were holding me back

i still regret that to an extent

but i know you found the woman who truly makes you happy

and that makes me happy for you

i was 22 when i fell for you

800 miles away

we never met

but we talked everyday

and i started to ignore my friends to spend time with you on the phone

you hated me for leaving you because i wanted to have good christian values again

i was 23 when i fell head over heels for you

i truly thought you were the one

i was smiling so much it hurt

i wrote you letters

i prayed for you

and then one night you told me you were gay

and i still loved you

and i still wrote you letters

and i still prayed for you

but i knew i couldn’t change you no matter how much it broke my heart that you would never be mine

i was 24 when i went crazy

i looked for love on whisper

and by love i mean any kind of attention at all

i made a plan to lose my virginity and then kill myself

i never went through with that

but months later i decided that it was time

i was ready to have sex without killing myself

and it was okay

but it was nothing to write home about

2 weeks later i met you online

we talked for a while and made plans to spend a weekend together

i fell for you hard

and not just because the sex was fantastic

but because you told me everything i wanted to hear

but then i took some acid

and realized that i was not ready to be with someone like you

the night i told you that

you threatened to take a gun to your head

and i cried my eyes out begging you not to

after that

i used every chance i could to up my body count

at some point i stopped keeping track

i was 24 when i met you on tinder

we talked for a week

then met at the park

you spent the night that first night

and every night after

“i love you, i know i do”

3 days later

then 6 months later

i started to see the real you

but i stayed

one night i was scared for my safety

you were so angry

my therapist told me to admit myself

and i did

that was the first time i should have left

we moved into a new apartment

things were good for a while

we fought

but who doesn’t

then one day you told me i was a bad dog mom

and i took a handful of xanax

and told you to let me die

you took me to the er

and they made me live

that was the second time i should have left

there were many other times i should have left

between the weed and the credit card debt you put me in

the fact you started to sell my things without asking me

or that you couldn’t keep a job

you never helped me with rent or bills or food

and you never went to therapy

there were so many times i should have left you

but i loved you too much

or i needed you too much

why is it that when we were together

you never stepped up and took responsibility

but now that i’m gone

you can keep your jobs

you can go to therapy

you can quit smoking weed

you can want to be a better person

like you knew what to do all along

but you didn’t want to until i showed you that i can live without you

and now all you want to do is find a way back into my life

#poetry #personal #spoken word

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years

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Hi luv I was wondering if you were able to do any dating Vi headcannons if not that's ok. ✨

Lmao this grew to be a whole bunch more than just Vi headcannons my bad

Vi Headcanons + Extra shit bc Im extra

Reader: Female

okay first of all what is there to date she's in prison for like 20 years- jk jk

You became friends with her an powder at a young age and grew up for a while together.

You luckily had both your parents but came out to them and were kicked out.

It was Milo that originally found you and brought you back thinking he could hit it off with you.

"But you said you liked both" "Yeah, but right now I would like to be Bi-myself."

After the incident at the factory (It was a factory right?) you went searching everywhere for both Vi and Powder, but never found any of them, no one.

Viktor found you, in his usual spot, fairly young still, and took you in

Man did you love Viktor, he was like a dad/ really close bog brother to you after all

Being a scientist assistant you picked up a nack for sketching plans and schematics out, you tried your best to sketch out the ones you've lost, everything just looked too blocky or too circular, so you kinda gave up on it.

You missed Vi a whole bunch, and even as you aged you continued to miss her, your drawings never did get much better.

You only found out that Vi was alive when overhearing Viktor and Jayce's conversation: you were angered, you had told Viktor about your people

You actually barged in on them and started shouting at Viktor:

a short drabble about that fight:

"When we're you going to tell me you knew Vi was alive!?" Y/n demanded.

"Y/n, I." Viktor spoke, "I didn't want to hurt you-"

"Hurt me!? Hurt me!? You not only knew Vi was alive! You had her locked up! You had her! And you lied to me!" Y/n shouted, "I thought I could trust you!"

"You can trust me-"

"No, I can't," Y/n argued, "You knew I would give everything up to see her one last time and you lied! You're a liar!"

"Y/n please!" he pleaded, trying to place a hand on her shoulder, she only pulled away.

"Don't touch me! Don't come after me! Don't follow me!" She demanded, "If you come near me or Vi, I will kill you- I will kill every enforcer you send my way!"

Y/n quickly ran off after that, "Y/n! Y/n please!"

You rushed to Zaun as quick as you could taking necessities with you, things you could trade, food, you knew how it worked down there

You were glad your routes to go back and forth by sliding cable under the bridge were still good.

You checked all the old spots, no one, no one anywhere, then there was the bar, it looked so different now but you still walked in like you've been there 100 times before.

but you found no information on where Vi was so you left.

Who knew you'd run into them on the street by accident.

"Watch it!" "I'm not in the mood! Don't try me!"

Both grab each other by the collar ready to fight but realize who it is.

"Vi?" "Y/N?" "Vi! You're alive! I'm so glad-"

And she's kissing you, shutting you up, holding your face tightly.

"Um? Yes hello, wanna explain who she is?" "This is Y/n, you won't find someone more idiotic than her!" "Glad to know my title still sticks."

You and Caitlyn seem to get along, she respects you and you respect her

Danger? What? Grab Vi's hand and book it because you know she'll fight rather than run

guys have a duo v duo fight? Maybe Caitlyn's trying to decode something no idea. It's like date night for you two, since you know, you'll never get a true date night, but you guys kick ass laughing happily, bumping shoulders as you too and small pecks on the cheeks.

praising each others fighting styles

you guys actually were able to pause for some food and got to catch up, she was kinda surprised with what happened:

A quick drabble about catching up:

"There was a man, named Viktor, he found me after what happened. He became my everything." Y/n told Vi, "I think I was just scared to let another person go...after you and powder, I...Vi, I'm so sorry I couldn't get to either of you."

Vi stayed silent, looking down at her bowl, "Powder's alive."

"She is!?" Y/n questioned, "Where is she?'

"She works for SIlco, they, she thinks he's her daughter," Vi told, taking some food into her mouth, "She believes it 100%"

"I don't understand! Did you guys get separated? What happened?" Y/n asked.

"I got mad..." Vi spoke, "I slapped her. I-"

"You did what?" Y/n questioned, "Don't tell me."

"I left her there..." Vi told.

"You what!?" Y/n shouted she angered, "You left a poor little girl! A poor little defensive girl!"

"I know what I did!" Vi argued, "You don't need to remind me! Okay, topsider!"

"Don't you dare pull that card with me, Vi! You left powder! Alone! You left your sister! Alone! Do you not understand that!" Y/n demanded, "You don't just get to apologize and get her back!"

"And what!? You know so much about family!" Vi argued.

"I may not know much about family," Y/n seethed, "But I know about betrayal. I'm going to find Powder."

Ooo first fight, ouch

You did what you said though, you went to go find Powder, turns out Powder's Jinx.

"You'd come for this?" "I have no idea what the hell that is. I thought you were dead! I was lied to for a while Powder!" "My name is not powder! It's Jinx!" "I'm sorry I didn't know."

An immediate hug from Jinx, she holding onto you tight, your hugs felt just like they use to. How much she missed them.

You explained everything to Jinx what happened and how you had gone looking for them but never found them, and she believed you, every word of it (This'll be important for reasons....)

Wow, enforcers show up -le gasp- and then Vi and Caitlyn show up -le gasp-

Omg epic battle four badass chicks against a mini-army of men completely plated in metal.

God does Vi think your beautiful af as your kickin in masked faces.

You think she's pretty hot too but still angry at her, but she hot still

Both of your trying to protect not only each other but Jinx and Caitlyn as well.

Ya'll just all so badass I can't even.

Say you're injured in said epic battle, like really hurt, Vi will basically circle around you and protect you at any cost, but Jinx picked you up, and ran with you over her shoulder, to try and protect you as well

Welp Vi's lost you again

Tbh random Modern Au but if ya'll be in Target/Walmart/any type of story she'd still lose you even in a gas station store

Jinx demanding someone fucking save you

Manages to save you; thanks doc; but now- you got shimmer injected into you; oh how so wonderful

Vi now paranoid you dead dead

Meanwhile, Viktor's searching everywhere for you in Zaun thinking your triple dead

sike you ALIVE

And now you like: really fast and powerful

Vi's like praise the mf all mighty lord your alive

Apologizing like crazy

Holds you close

Ah such a dysfunction pair but honestly? You need each other

#arcane headcannons #arcane vi #vi arcane #vi x female reader #x female reader #arcane #arcane x reader #arcane vi headcannons #vi arcane headcannons #vi Headcanons

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mystic-shadows42 · 2 years

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Billy Russo on the Phone

Word Count: 1,814

Warnings: Language, Mention of violence, and Insinuated sexual content

Billy clicked on the familiar contact and placed the phone by his ear. He bit the bottom of his lip happy to even be thinking about you. Whenever he had time away from work he always called to check in.

“Happy Birthday, baby,” you spoke.

At the sound of your voice, he smiled. You always remained in a chipper mood. Something he was never used to but he delved in your pert energy that was exceptionally cheery since it was indeed his birthday. You always cared more than he did when his time came around.

“You didn’t call me today.” He deflected the subject of his birthday, only caring that he finally got to hear your voice.

“Well, I’m trying to plan your birthday.” He could hear how distracted you were. He could just imagine the smile on your face as you gathered decorations and set aside sweets for later.

“Plan it? I told you I just wanted it to be me and you.”

That’s all he’d ever need was you. No one else mattered.

“Do you really expect to come home and we’d just watch tv together and go to bed?”

He smirked thinking of all the positions he can put you in. You wouldn’t be able to say no because he’d just end up pulling the birthday card.

“I was thinking bed can be a little more than just sleep.”

He imagined your legs over his shoulders while he pounds into your body. Open and vulnerable to his touch. He wanted you every waking moment of every minute if possible. He was insatiable when it came to you and he couldn’t get enough.

“That’s why I bought a lingerie set...with garters.” Billy hummed in approval. “But you have to wait for that. I have dinner planned out along with your presents.”

“What if we skip all that and get to the good stuff,” he teased.

He desperately hoped you picked out a little red number and would dance for him while in it.

“Billy,” you chastised. “Sometimes I wonder if your high libido is a blessing or curse.”

“I’m both baby. I have to go but just be ready. I have plans myself for you later.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Billy had never been so thankful to have you in his life. He never forgot the time when he lived out on the streets with little to no money yet you of all people ran across the street in the pouring rain just to give him a full meal and some money and still apologized for not being able to provide more.

His face was covered by a hood so you never saw his face in full light. He was thankful and for the first time in his life speechless by this act of kindness. One that was hardly seen in the tough streets of New York but there you were, kindness and all. You became a person he wanted to preserve and protect forever.

He stalked and prowled biding his time. He vowed to make you his.

A vow turned obsession. An obsession become reality.

Billy heard the ringing in his earpiece thinking it was Rawlins with some valuable information. He accepted the call while his attention was concentrated on his current mission.

“Russo,” he addressed in a monotone voice.

“Dress or skirt for tonight?” Your voice cut in easing the tension he’d been feeling all day. He picked up that you sounded nervous with a hint of excitement.

“Dress.” He reassured, knowing that you probably already made up your mind about the dress but just wanted his opinion on the matter.

You noticed his rushed tone and knew he was working. ‘If only you knew what he was really doing. He was about to kill a nice man with a loving family but ended up pissing off the wrong kind of people.’

“Don’t be late tonight, please.” He lifted his brows and nodded as if you were actually there.

“I won’t.” He looked through the scope assessing the area.

“My parents are really looking forward to meeting you. Just know I’m grateful that you flew them out here.” Billy hummed in approval, distracted. “I know you’re busy so I’ll let you go. I love you, be safe.” You smacked your lips into the phone so he could hear you.

“Love you, baby.” He cut the line and went back to work looking through the scope finding his target.

Billy was in Curtis’ kitchen ducking under the window talking to Frank on the phone when he suddenly cut the line. Billy was infuriated then not more than five minutes passed that his phone rang again. Without looking at the caller id he picked it up.

“What game are you playing Fran-”

“What the fuck have you done?” Your shrill voice cried outraged.

Billy wiped his hand over his mouth, completely frustrated. He knew what Frank had done. “Please enlighten me.”

“Tell me you weren’t involved in this? Maria and the kids, Billy? How could you do that to them and to Frank?” Your voice went from completely outraged to pure sadness.

Billy moved the phone away from his face and chuckled. He was amused how Frank went to you to try and deter him. He placed the phone by his ear again hearing you continue. “How could you? They were family.”

He could hear the hurt in your voice but he was far too worked up on adrenaline to care right now. He loved Frank like a brother and cared for his family but he cared more about looking out for his future with you.

“So you wanna argue today?” He moved his gun down beside him and got settled where he was at. He had no regrets about what he’d done, even if you couldn’t understand that. He provided you and himself with money to live a life without worries. He promised to give you everything you could ever want, though, you didn’t have a need for anything, he still gave.

“Argue?! You helped kill his family.” You suppressed the sob trying to break free from your now dry throat. You were well aware of the things Billy was involved in but never pressed for answers. You didn’t want to believe he’d been capable of killing a family that you both not only knew but loved as your own.

“What I did. I did it for us.” He spoke harshly gritting his teeth. You weren’t meant to have ever found out but thanks to Frank, he just might lose you forever. Frank was trying to put up barriers between you both and cause a rift to set him off course.

“Us?” You questioned, disgusted. “No, you acted on that all on your own for fucking selfish reasons. All for blood money.”

Billy sat up straighter in his spot hunching over and pressing his finger into the wood floor.

“The place we live was provided for by me. The furniture, dresses, make-up you love so much is all paid for by me!” His breathing came out faster than before. He was frustrated to the point of being insincere. He didn’t know how to be when he set his mind to something.

“I can’t even talk to you right now. I don’t even know who you are.”

Billy could hear the defeat in your voice and the little devil inside of him wanted to keep up the fight. He wanted to add more fuel to the fire to keep him going.

“No, don’t hang up. You want to fucking fight then we’ll fucking fight.”

“We’re done, Billy. There’s no coming back from this.”

He paused trying to take in your words again. He heard you but he had yet to register it.

“What do you mean?” He asked in a lower voice.

“We’re done, Billy. For good.” He heard your sob break free on the phone but when he was about to speak, you had already hung up.

Billy dialed your number again wanting to apologize for what he’d done. He wasn’t remorseful but if it’s what you wanted to hear, he’d say it, convincingly too. All his calls were rejected and his voicemails were ignored. When he came home to find all your clothes gone he didn’t want to believe you truly left but looking through the cameras throughout the condo proved him wrong.

He’d be able to track you easy with his connections but he didn’t want to do that just yet. He wanted you to cool down and come back on your own. If not, he’d find you and bring you back if necessary. He was simply hoping it wouldn’t come to that. It’d only worsen your resentment towards him.

As soon as the phone was answered he was about to speak but ceased to. Billy knew everything about you right down to the way you breathed. The person on the other end breathed deeper, harsher. Instantly his mood turned dark.

He stopped his quick pace and slowed his steps.

“Who is this?”

“You have forty-eight hours to bring us, Frank Castle, alive. You’ll receive another call with instructions once you detain him.”

Billy turned his head popping his neck. He was trying to remain calm when inside he was anything but.

“Is she still alive?” He clenched his teeth as he spoke hating to think like that. He hated to think you were hurt or even dead. He didn’t know what he’d do if anything ever happened to you.

“That all depends on you, Russo.” The gruff voice spoke. A voice he wanted to silence forever once he finds out who they are. His mind went to Rawlins. He had the resources to hire any wanna-be mercenary. He noticed how much Rawlins wanted revenge after his eye got fucked up by Frank so he knew he no doubt wanted to cover his tracks and keep him focused on getting to Frank.

“Your first mistake was going after her instead of me. Tell Rawlins I’ll have Frank within twelve hours but I want pictures of my girl. Alive and untouched.”

Billy hung up and waited impatiently until his phone rang again with an anonymous number. He received the pictures of you in a vacant room unbound but scared as hell.

His hand started to shake just like it used to when he was in the marines. He never got rattled but with your life on the line had changed things. He eased his breathing while closing his eyes breathing slowly just as you had shown him whenever he woke up in the middle of the night screaming.

He needed you. When he opened his eyes again his hand stopped shaking. He had to be focused and determined more than ever. At the end of the night, he will have you in his arms alive and well. There was no other option.

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tarosin · 3 years

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The great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo and jack - using tanks to battle

requested: yes/no

this is part 11 to the great adventures series

it was now 5 am you had been on facetime with ranboo since he started streaming at 10 pm neither of you was going to sleep anytime soon

“isn’t it like 5 am for you”

“trying to get rid of me then”

“no no no soon enough I’m going to be stuck with you pretty much 24/7”

“heh? aren’t you staying with tubbo when you come to the UK?”

you watched his face turn red thinking that he had said something that he wasn’t supposed to tell you it was only when he looked up to see you with your head tilted he realised you weren’t aware of what was going to happen in the following weeks

“I will tackle you in the middle of the airport if you don’t tell me what you tubbo and lani mean when you all make comments about me constantly being around yous”

“I cannot wait to see you try”

“I'm blocking you”

hours passed and it was now time for you to get ready to go meet the others you left your phone on your bed whilst you went to get ready by the time you returned ranboo had fallen asleep

“goodnight boo not long now till you’re in the UK, you’re asleep I’m talking to myself goodnight”

since your parents had to go to work they offered to drop you off on the way, the journey to meet the others was pretty uneventful you just spent the time talking about how streaming was going and future plans. that was until your parents mentioned ranboo was flying over soon

“your friend is flying over soon right?”

“ranboo oh yeah yeah he gets here on 26th as far as I’m aware i’m going to tackle him in the middle of the airport”

“great great you’re going with tubbo to meet him, do you know how long you’re going to be out”

“..no why? shouldn’t be too long”

“don’t worry about it darling we’re here now oh look here comes tubbo”

as soon as the car stopped you laughed as you noticed in the corner of your eye tubbo running towards the car you said your goodbyes as you got out of the car and was instantly pulled away by tubbo

“oh oh okay tubbo I think I can walk on my own bud”

tubbo completely ignored every word you had just said and continued leading the way to the others where you were met by Tommy shouting about tanks and jack pretending not to know Tommy.

the four of you went to get ready, a simple enough task or so you thought as when you looked up you noticed Tommy was putting the outfit on the wrong way around

“Are you sure it’s safe for Tommy to drive a tank..”

“help me then”

“no”

a few minutes later the four of you were now equipped with your rather baggy army uniform safe to say if it started to rain you'd have to deal with getting wet as if you put the hood up it would cover your eyes taking away your eyesight which is unsurprisingly important since you were about to drive a tank for the first time. as soon as you all thought you were ready to go to the tanks tubbo announced that although it’s a bad time he needs to go to the toilet

“he’s fucking waddling”

“y/n be nice to your best friend”

you stood laughing to yourself as Tommy was arguing with Jack about how he’s your best friend, not tubbo.

“believe it or not I’m their best friend”

“elaborate on that”

“no”

“i’d argue ranboos their best friend”

halfway through their ‘argument’ tubbo came back and rested his head on your shoulder making you jump

“you're so tiny”

“I beg your pardon tubso”

the worker came over taking you all to the tank you would be driving putting Tommy and jacks argument on hold, for the time being, you were honestly so excited to drive a tank but you were also nervous as you weren’t exactly a great driver

“y/n doesn’t have a license can I get out the tank when it’s their turn”

“you crashed your parents' car fuck off”

before you all got in you were informed that the tank wasn’t designed to take you on adventures so you were probably going to get injured

“great cant wait in you go Tommy”

Tommy got in first followed by you then tubbo and jack

“draw me like one of your beautiful tank girls”

“I failed GCSE art”

“HOW”

“that my friend is a story for another night”

now this tank wasn’t designed so three of you could look out from the top of the tank so you did what every sensible person would do in a tank…you sat on the floor next to tubbo whilst he annoyed jack by touching his face

“y/n you okay down there”

“having the time of my life”

you could hear Tommy revving the tank and from then you could just tell you were going to leave the tank covered in bruises. you sat talking to tubbo and jack who were talking louder than usual just so you could join in the conversation. not seeing what was happening made the tank ride interesting, to say the least. one minute you were messing with tubbos shoelaces the next minute you heard three boys yelling that there was a cow in the middle of the road. it was now tubbos turn to drive and rather than letting you stay with the others he dragged you with him

“you’re driving next may as well stay with me”

“Please don’t crash I will get injured”

“to be fair y/n I didn’t plan on it”

you sat near tubbo watching him drive the tank occasionally yelling words of encouragement at him for your own entertainment and totally not to your surprise he was actually doing a decent job, he didn’t crash, the tank was going quicker and the ride wasn’t as bumpy then tubbo stalled, you could hear Tommy and jack yelling at tubbo to do more killing. you laughed as tubbo would look at the worker then at you not knowing what to do

“Are you ready to drive y/n”

“I guess so”

you and tubbo swapped places and you began to drive like your good friend tubbo you were decent at driving as you managed to pick up some speed along with many comments from jack and Tommy about how bumpy the ride was alongside tubbo yelling at you that you were going to be responsible for the bruises on his arms and legs

“tubbo stop being dramatic it’s not my fault the road is bumpy”

“Y/N I'M NOT”

“Okay then you’re responsible for the bruises on my arms and legs because you decided to stall”

It was now jacks turn you sat next to tubbo where you and Tommy argued that you didn’t like how Minecraft split the caves and cliffs update into two parts

“IT SAID CAVES AND CLIFFS UPDATE AND IT DIDN'T ADD CAVES AND CLIFFS UPDATE”

“you're such a tory y/n agrees with me”

“NO I DON'T I WANTED TO EXPLORE PRETTY CAVES NOT GET CHUCKED OFF OF A CLIFF BY A GOAT”

the three of you continued arguing your points before jack interrupted you all

“we’re talking about the new Minecraft update…because it was you we weren’t really paying attention”

“I DROVE BETTER THAN ALL THREE OF YOU”

“but no you didn’t”

“YOU'RE A PRICK MANIFOLD”

before Jack could answer Tommy began ranting about the update again before being once again interrupted by jack telling him you were about to shoot things and then go up against a tank that was miles better than the one you were all in, the one thing they didn’t know is you would be going with the boss against them just so you could actually have a role in the mini battle rather than just sitting there. you stood shaking your head as Tommy and tubbo made jokes about the balls you were all given

“say it”

“I like balls”

“jack they’re talking about balls…again”

Tommy was first to shoot whilst you and tubbo stood telling jack that the two of you would be the reason you win the battle against the boss, jack went up next and you both were telling Tommy that you weren’t scared of the boss after the last bit of practice you all went back to reception with the worker where he announced the roles you were all going to have

“so my aimer loader and driver”

“Are we allowed to ram tanks”

“no”

jack was the first to realise you hadn’t received a role for the fight against the boss and spoke up about it making tubbo and Tommy realise you did in fact not receive a role

“wait what about y/n they didn’t receive a role”

the worker just nodded at the four of you confusing the hell out of the others while you stood looking around the room to avoid laughing, you didn’t want the others to know so said you’d be back later you just needed to go to the bathroom. rather than going to the bathroom you went off to meet the boss before the others and decided what role you were going to have.

after discussing what role you were going to have the pair of you went back to meet the worker to let him know you have a plan

“LOOK ITS THE BOSS”

“…and y/n”

“oh now we’re losing”

the worker went up to their table to create a plan, once you watched the worker walk away you made your way over to the table they moved to where Tommy was having a ‘date’ with a mannequin

“Woah am I interrupting something”

“I'm on a date y/n”

“y/n you really had to leave me with tubbo and Tommy”

you whispered that you were sorry so Tommy and tubbo couldn’t hear then turned your attention back towards Tommy’s date which wasn’t going very well as Tommy accidentally pulled the wig off of one of the mannequins only to find out that his ‘date’ was also wearing a wig.

it was now time for the battle clearly best friends think alike as you and tubbo both had the role of driver. you and the boss made a strong team and you surprisingly got along well with each other which made teamwork easy making you more of a challenge for Tommy’s team

“yooo this is amazing”

“you’re doing great y/n”

as soon as the boss made the final shot you cheered

“do you think we won then y/n”

“I'm not sure they did put up a good fight”

“come on let’s head back so you can be with your friends again”

the pair of you made it back after thanking him you ran to tubbo, who for some reason was on the floor, and tackled him into a hug before sitting next to him

“AH FUCK”

“HI TUBSO WHY ARE YOU IN THE MUD”

“BECAUSE WE WON”

“mhm sure”

“What role did you have y/n”

“driver”

“NO WAY ME TOO”

your celebration was short-lived as Tommy decided to chuck mud at the pair of you yelling catch when it was far too late to react, you both looked at each other nodded at chucked mud back at him and jack

“ayo we hit him”

after playing in the mud with tubbo for a while jack called you both over to hear the scores and find out who won

“Why do you both have smiley faces on your face”

“y/n used mud to draw a smiley face on my cheek so I got revenge”

in the end, Tommy's team got 10 and began celebrating that they had won

“the boss and y/n got 11”

“LETS GOOOOO”

after bragging about your win you and tubbo ran off throwing mud at each other and Tommy whilst Tommy and jack bickered about who made them lose a few moments later you and tubbo looked up to see Tommy running past you both

“I don't think he's taking the news well”

you all made your way back to the car park Tommy and jack left together tubbo stayed with you waiting for your parents to pick you up on their way back home.

“you could just stay the night at mine..we could stream for a little while I’m sure you’ve left something that you can wear for the night and tomorrow and to be fair you stay at mine all the time”

“yeah I probably do I’ll call them on the way back to yours”

“come on let’s go home”

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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talent that runs in the family ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2128

request?: yes!

“Being rooks sister and substitute him while he recovers and slowly start to fall in love with colson”

description: she steps in to replace her brother when he is seriously injured and ends up gaining feelings for his friend

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

“Thanks so much for doing this (Y/N),” Rook said over the phone. “I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, no problem,” I said. “But does Colson know that I’m...y’know...not a seasoned vet?”

“You’ll do fine.”

I refrained from reminding him that he didn’t actually answer my question.

After Rook’s accident left him out of commission for some time, he came to me to ask if I’d fill in for him. I jumped at the opportunity. Rook had taught me how to drum when I was young and, much like my big brother, it became a passion of mine. How could I turn down working with one of the biggest artists of the year, even if it were just for a short while?

Well, my nerves were definitely telling me I should’ve said no as I walked into soundcheck that day.

“Whatever,” I said. “I’ll call you after the soundcheck.”

“Hey, don’t be nervous. You’re gonna do great.”

I said my goodbyes and hung up. I tried not to focus on how big the venue we were playing in was as I made my way to the otherwise empty stage. I thought I was the first person to arrive until I heard someone calling my name.

“(Y/N), up here!”

I looked up to see the guys sat in a booth in the balcony. Colson was all but leaning over the railing, waving for me to join them. I had no idea how to get up there on my own, but luckily a security guard showed me the way.

The guys were eating pizza and drinking from plastic cups as if they were the ones attending the concert and not performing in it.

“Pre-show ritual,” Colson told me. “Especially when we have someone new joining the band. Sit! Have a slice!”

“Shouldn’t we be practicing?” I asked, but still sat with them. I didn’t want to completely mess up my first day.

“We have hours to practice,” one of the other guys I remembered as Slim said. “And we don’t really need to. We do this every night. A soundcheck is basically just to make sure everything is working tech wise.”

I just nodded, not wanting to point out that I hadn’t been doing this every night. I hoped that I’d have some time to figure out the songs before the shows.

Colson nudged me, bringing my attention to him. “Don’t stress. You’ll do great.”

I smiled at him, wishing I’d believe him.

After our small feast of pizza and beer in plastic glasses, we finally got to our soundcheck. I was so nervous that I kept messing up during the first song. My hands were shaking and I kept hitting the wrong drum by accident. My face was burning with embarrassment as I buried it in my hands and groaned.

Colson walked up to me, a sympathetic smile on his face.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed. “I can get this, I know I can.”

“I know you can, too,” he said. “Just take a breath, relax. We’ll try again when you’re ready. And remember, it’s just drumming. Rook says you’re great at it.”

I smiled at him and nodded. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I pictured myself back in my bedroom from my childhood, playing my drums super loud until my parents had to call out for me to keep it down.

When we started practicing again, it went off without a hitch. We did most of the setlist all the way through and did quick takes on the last few songs before our time was up.

I was proud of myself as the soundcheck came to an end. I was still nervous about performing during the actual show, but I felt confident enough in myself not to make too many noticeable mistakes when we actually had an audience that night.

I was walking to my car when I heard someone calling for me. I turned to see Colson running to catch up with me. Or rather he was taking long strides to catch up with me considering he was so tall.

“I told you you would do great!” he said, putting an arm around my shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. “It’s like drumming runs in your blood or something.”

I chuckled. “That’s what mom and dad always said too, but neither one of them can keep a beat to save their lives and no one else in our immediate family plays either.”

“You and Rook are the start of a long line of drummers then I guess.”

I shrugged in response. We both stood awkwardly for a moment. I wasn’t sure what else to say. His arm was still around my shoulder and I didn’t want to pull away and make it seem like I didn’t enjoy the contact because I definitely was not complaining about it.

I guess Colson also realized that he was still touching me, though, because he pulled his arm away and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Do you need a run to the hotel or anything?” he asked. “We have the tour bus.”

I shook my head. “I’m good, thanks. I have my car, and besides I haven’t even checked into the hotel yet so I should probably go do that.”

“Oh, yeah you definitely should. Get some rest before the show, too. It’s a lot more physically demanding when it’s an actual show, even if you’re just sitting at a drum set the entire time. I’ll see you tonight then I guess.” He turned to walk away, but paused and turned back to add, “What were you planning on wearing tonight?”

I looked at him, confused. “Uh...this I guess.”

I was wearing a hoodie and a pair baggy jeans and my most comfortable pair of sneakers.

Colson raised an eyebrow at my outfit before looking back up at me. “I mean, it’s definitely comfy, but I would recommend something a little less...well, just less. It’s going to be hot as fuck on that stage, especially with all the lights on you and shit.”

I nodded, taking note of this as I got into my car and internally panicked a little because I didn’t know if I even had anything to wear.

~~~~~~

A few hours later, after checking into my hotel room and promptly wrecking it by throwing my clothes everywhere, I was heading back down to the lobby to meet up with the guys. We were going to the show together, which would’ve been my first tour bus ride. I couldn’t lie, I was super stoked for it.

I was the last one to the lobby. All the guys were stood around, loudly talking to one another. You’d think they were just a normal group of guys and not a group about to play a sold out show in a massive arena.

Colson spotted me first. I smiled at waved at him. His eyes widened and his jaw basically dropped, which prompted all the guys to turn. Their reactions immediately matched his as they looked me up and down.

“Rook would kill you guys if he could see you right now,” I teased.

“Damn (Y/N),” Colson dared to say first. “You look...you look hot as fuck.”

I had decided on a loose muscle shirt with a bralette underneath since the shirt showed a little more than what I was used to, a pair of ripped skinny jeans, and kept on the comfortable sneakers I had been wearing earlier that day.

I giggled. “Thanks, but again, Rook would kill you for saying that. Also, it’s not anything super attractive.”

“You got a nice body,” Baze pointed out. “Anything showing it off even a little is hot.”

I could feel my face burning as I waved their comments away. “Okay, enough with this. We have a show to get to.”

We boarded the tour bus and started towards the arena. The guys were distracted amongst one another again, completely forgetting about me and my “hot outfit”. Besides Colson, who had come to sit next to me on the couch while the rest of the guys were already drinking whatever was in the mini fridge.

“Do you guys always get drunk before your shows?” I asked.

“Not always. Usually we get high,” Colson responded.

“Now that I can get behind. I’ll probably be less afraid if I’m high.”

Colson held out the joint in his hand to me. I took it and took a quick puff, the smoke immediately burning my throat and lungs as I tried to inhale it. Colson laughed as I started to cough.

“I still say you have nothing to worry about,” he told me. “You’re gonna do great tonight. You can’t even really see or hear the audience with all the lights and the inner ear pieces.”

“That’s even worse cause then I’ll just imagine how big the audience is.”

He put a hand on my leg, something I assume was just instinct for him to do to comfort someone, but the minute he made the contact I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. Colson quickly pulled his hand away and I wondered if he had felt that too.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that without asking,” he said.

“You can if you want,” I assured him. “I wasn’t mad about it or anything.”

Colson looked at me and I realized how blue his eyes were. Rook had always made jokes about how Colson could seduce any woman with just his eyes because they were such baby blues, but I didn’t really believe him until the moment I was looking in them myself. Now I was lost, completely forgetting everyone around me as I felt myself moving closer towards him.

The bus jerked to a stop, causing Colson and I to nearly be thrown from our seats. The guys started off the bus first, running towards the entrance to the arena as I could hear the waiting fans screaming outside.

Colson stood and offered a hand to me. “It’s showtime.”

~~~~~~

After the first song went perfectly, I stopped feeling nervous. Colson was right, I couldn’t see the audience in front of me, but I could faintly hear their screams of excitement over my inner ear piece. It was weird to have it in and not only hear all of us playing, but also the crew talking backstage. It was almost distracting, but it became easy to tune them out.

During one of Colson’s talking points in the show, I reached for my water bottle to take a sip. Colson was hyping the audience up, which made me smile a little.

“Before we continue the show,” he said into his mic, “you guys may have noticed that we do not have our regular drummer tonight.”

I immediately knew what he was about to do and I wanted to hurtle my drumstick at him before he went there.

“As you’ve probably heard, Rook was in a bit of an accident and is off recovering for the time being,” he continued. “So, we decided to get some family to fill in for him for the time being. Everyone, I want to hear y’all make some noise for Rook’s little sister, (Y/N)!”

The crowd cheered loudly. Colson turned to me and waved for me to stand. I glared at him, which I hoped he could see, before standing and awkwardly smiling and waving at the audience.

“All the cool drum shit you guys have been hearing all night has been (Y/N),” Colson said as he started to approach me. “She’s a bad ass fucking drummer, and she’s a pretty fucking cool chick, too.”

I was confused where he was going with this as he came to stand next to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder the way he had earlier that day after soundcheck.

“Which is why, (Y/N), I gotta ask: will you go on a date with me sometime?”

Slight embarrassment was swelling somewhere inside of me at being asked out in such a public way, but that embarrassment was overshadowed by the fuzzy feeling of excitement inside of me. I looked up at Colson, my eyes wide and a smile on my lips.

He lowered the mic so he could privately add, “I’m being serious. I wanna take you out on a real date. Just the two of us.”

My words were stuck in my throat, but I was able to nod in response. The smile on Colson’s face stretched so wide that I could’ve been convinced he was the one lighting the show.

“Okay,” he said, then lifted the mic to say to his audience, “Let’s get back to the show guys!”

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lipstickstainz · 3 years

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just a few days - s. r.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader Summary: There’s no denying that Spencer and you hate each other. What happens, when you are forced to spend a few days together? Warnings: enemies to lovers, language, smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), typical criminal minds stuff Word Count: 4.5k A/N: hello friends. this is my first one shot and I hope you like it. gif not mine.

„I didn’t think you could be any more of a shithead, but you just proved me wrong.“

Many people believe in love at first sight. The heart starts racing, the knees go weak and you feel dizzy. You want to get to know the other person at all costs. Which is total bullshit, of course. You can't fall in love with someone at first sight. Interest, yes, but that's not love.

With Spencer and you it was different. The first time you met, you were breathless. Your muscles tensed to the breaking point, the blood pulsed in your ears, and your stomach turned. Only, in your case, it definitely wasn't love.

„I saw a trash bag on the side of the road today. Reminded me of you“, you shot back and Spencer rolled his eyes.

Hate at first sight really did exist, and Spencer and you were the prime example.

There was always a stupid comment, a scathing sideways glance, or catty laughter. Neither of you took it personally - why would you? You weren't interested in each other's opinions - and it didn't interfere with your work, which is why Hotch didn't say anything about it. It annoyed him, but he had also noticed that the quality of your work was higher when you were at each other's throats than when you worked separately.

You couldn't even remember why you had been so hostile to each other from the beginning. It was mutual antipathy, but no one knew why. You didn't know each other from anywhere else, had never met anywhere. Actually, you were someone who gave people a chance first to get to know them reasonably, but with Spencer it only took one look before you were sure you definitely didn't like him. Was it his aura? His charisma? His constant need to be smarter than everyone else?

At first, the two of you had been holding back. You had been professional with each other, staying out of each other's way as much as possible and not exchanging more words than necessary. Everything had been fine until one day something slipped out of Spencer's mouth. The team had been sitting in the conference room discussing the latest case. You had said something about the murder weapon when Spencer had rolled his eyes.

"Is something wrong?" you had asked him, annoyed. Spencer sat up straight in his chair and grabbed the crime scene photo.

"I've never heard anything so stupid," he said, looking at you with amusement.

"Excuse me?"

"Stop it," Hotch intervened. "We don't have time for bitching. JJ, inform the department we're on our way. Wheels up in thirty."

From that moment on, there was no turning back. You tried to belittle each other, but Hotch had forbidden you to relate it to work. Teasing and mean statements were allowed, but you were not allowed to get in the way of your work. And the most important thing: no arguing in front of outsiders. The team was used to it, but if others got wind of it, it would undermine your authority. So you had to pull yourselves together at times. Which was no problem.

Once inside the police department, Hotch divided the team. "Y/L/N, Reid, you'll go to the crime scene and examine the house for any abnormalities that might indicate motive," he said, and you looked at each other with disgust in your eyes. Hotch cleared his throat and gave you a look that said, "Get your act together or I'll send you home."

On the way to the scene, the radio was playing and you hummed the tune contentedly. You almost forgot who you were in the car with if Spencer hadn't suddenly turned off the radio. You made an annoyed noise.

"I wanted to hear that."

"I know," Spencer grinned, glancing at you briefly before looking out the window again. "And that's why I turned it off."

Sometimes you could strangle him.

The house was pretty run down from the outside. Spencer and you looked at each other. "If I had to hide your body somewhere, it would be right here," you grinned, walking toward the front door.

"I won't give you the satisfaction of killing me," he said, his mouth twisting into a crooked smile. "My death should have meaning. I'm not going to let someone like you kill me over that."

The interior of the house was in complete contrast to the exterior. Every room was cleaned and tidy, there was not a speck of dust anywhere, and the way magazines, pictures, and other decorations had been laid down indicated -.

"OCD," Spencer noted. "Look, Y/N. The magazines all have the same number of pages, the picture frames on the windowsill are all the same distance apart, and -" , he opened a cabinet in the kitchen, "the handles on the cups all point in the same direction."

"So the person has damage like yours," you said, surveying the pictures in the hallway. Luckily there were only two of you, or you would have had to stifle the comment.

"Ha. Ha. I don't have OCD."

"You still have some damage. Forensics said traces of bleach were found throughout the house," you added to his insight, walking down the hall. "The unsub cleaned and left everything like this."

"And how would you know that?" asked Spencer, who had followed you. In the ceiling in the hallway was the hatch that led you to the attic.

"The pictures in the hallway are not of the victim. They're printed photos of people from the Internet. There is no connection." You climbed the ladder and what awaited you there did not surprise you. The attic was filled with junk. It seemed like everything had just been shoved in. But again, there was not a woolly mouse to be seen.

"Apparently, the unsub places a lot of importance on maintaining the appearance of orderly, clean living."

You nodded at him and pulled your phone out of your back pocket. "Garcia, please search for wealthy families where children have been hospitalized with broken bones, hematomas or other injuries," you said, and Spencer snatched the phone from your hand. Annoyed, you looked at him.

"Equate that to sports injuries again, please. Thank you," he asked her before hanging up and tossing you the phone.

"Sports injuries?" you asked him, and he nodded.

"No parents would take their child to the hospital with injuries like that without an explanation. Sports injury is a good way to disguise something like that," he explained and you left the loft. When you got back into the car, you looked at him.

"If you snatch that phone out of my hand again, you'll be the next one with a slit throat," you smiled sweetly at him.

Spencer laughed out loud. "You grow a few more inches first, then maybe you can get to my throat."

Back at the precinct, the team profiled him and shared it with detectives. The plan was to lure him out of hiding and hope he would say or do something so you could arrest him.

"Bailey is targeting young couples in their twenties and thirties who are still in the early stages of their lives. They all moved in together a few days before they died. They were all very messy, which showed not only in their apartment, but also in their style of dress," Rossi explained.

"That's why two of our team will go undercover to draw him out," Hotch continued, giving Spencer and you a meaningful look. You knew what that meant. And you weren't in the mood for that. "Agent Y/L/N and Doctor Reid will be moving into a house on the outskirts of town, in the exact area where the last victim was found. Since he likes to return to the scene of his crime, he'll take notice."

"And then what do we do?" the sheriff asked, writing diligently.

"He'll show up a few days later and then we can go get him," Emily brought the conversation to a close and the group broke up. Hotch motioned Spencer and you to come with him to an adjoining room.

"I blindsided you with the proposal, and for that I'm sorry," he said, looking from Spencer to you, "but I'm afraid we have no choice. Tomorrow morning you'll move into the house and then it's only a matter of time before he comes. Just a few days. And until then, please try not to kill each other."

Spencer and you had been sitting together all night, working out a plan. Not only did you have to pretend to be a happy couple in front of others, you had to pretend behind closed doors. And that certainly wasn't going to be easy.

"Spencer, I'm only going to ask you this once," you began. "Are you okay with me touching you? Otherwise, we'll have to figure something else out. You can't flinch when I reach for your hand or give you a kiss on the cheek, even if I don't want to do that myself."

"I can handle that," he grinned. "As long as you promise not to snuggle up to me in your sleep. Because then I'll have to vomit."

Hotch was pretty happy with your plan and wished you good luck. He didn't want to bug the house because you still needed privacy, but the whole team was on speed dial. Besides, the others would take turns watching you. You weren't afraid, but knowing the others were always there calmed you down a bit.

The next morning, Spencer and you drove to your house. It looked a lot like the last victim's house. One story and an attic, the front yard hadn't been tended in ages. Spencer parked the car in the driveway and got out first so he could open the door for you like a gentleman.

"Are you ready for our new life?" he smiled, pulling you into his arms before you headed toward the door. His perfume was so strong it clouded your mind.

"With you, I'm ready for anything," you returned, placing your lips on his cheek.

Living with Spencer was more pleasant than you had imagined. You spent most of your time together in silence, Spencer with a book and you with music or magazines. You didn't avoid each other either, but spent every second together. Spencer always helped you cook and you helped him do laundry. You even went shopping together. There were little spats in between, but otherwise you got along fine.

You also noticed some things about Spencer that had completely escaped your attention until now. For example, he always had several books lying next to him when he read one. Which made sense if he finished one of them within ten minutes. Also, he would always mouth off a little when he was talking about something that was bothering him. And when he was talking about something he liked, he spoke with an incredible passion that was contagious.

What surprised you the most was sleeping next to each other. Since you also had to pretend to be overjoyed at home, you had also planned to share a bed. It was the most sensible and the easiest. Spencer's presence even calmed you down when you woke up in the middle of the night because you had a bad dream, and his regular breathing in the evening helped you fall asleep.

On the fourth night, a nightmare jolted you from sleep. You didn't remember what exactly you had dreamed, but you knew that you wouldn't fall asleep again so quickly. As quietly as you could, you got out of bed, not wanting to wake Spencer, and went to the kitchen. You flipped on the light over the stove, grabbed a glass, and filled it with water. After a big gulp, you felt better, but still worried. Tired, you leaned against the counter and rubbed your hand over your face.

"Are you alright?" asked Spencer, entering the kitchen. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and boxers. Something you hadn't noticed before.

"I didn't mean to wake you, I'm sorry," you said honestly, putting the glass in the sink. Spencer just smiled, "I had a nightmare."

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, standing next to you, you shook your head. "Okay." He was about to head back toward the bedroom, but stopped in the doorway. Spencer looked at you and you smiled weakly. He approached you again and reached for your hand. Carefully he pulled you to him and put his free hand on your lower back to press you closer to him. You laid your head against his chest and could hear his heartbeat. Then Spencer slowly rocked back and forth.

No one said a word as you danced with each other in the kitchen in the middle of the night. You enjoyed each other's presence and warmth. Spencer put a finger under your chin and made you look at him. There was no hate or dislike in his eyes. There was a twinkle in them that confused you greatly. Gently, he placed his lips on your forehead before pulling away.

"Let's go back to sleep," he smiled, pulling you by the hand back into the bedroom. In bed, he reached his arms out to you so you could lay your head on his chest. There it was again, his heartbeat. But this time it was faster, steady, but faster. Spencer reached for your hand again and intertwined your fingers. "Sleep well, Y/N," he was still whispering, but you were barely aware of it. You had never fallen asleep so quickly.

The next day, the two of you went for a walk in the evening. Spencer's hand in yours no longer felt strange, but very familiar. The whole relationship between you had changed fundamentally. There was no more bitching, no more evil glances, no more spiteful laughter. You wondered if it would stay that way when you left the house, or if you would go back to your old ways. Secretly, you hoped that you would remain friends when all this was over. Even though you had only been here a short time, you had actually grown fond of Spencer. You just hoped he felt the same way about you.

"Y/N," Spencer whispered when you reached your street.

"Huh?" You looked up at him and he smiled lovingly at you. You would never get enough of that look.

"Please look at me when I tell you this now. There's a man walking across the street, right at our level, with his hood pulled over his head," he continued to whisper and I tried not to let on. "He's been following us for two blocks. I think it's him."

I nodded. "We need to show him that we are to be his next victims," you stated. When you arrived at your house, Spencer pulled you even closer. You knew what was coming. You didn't resist, and not because it was part of your plan, but because you were waiting for it.

Spencer put his hands to your cheeks and leaned down to put his lips on yours. Your heart started racing, your knees went weak, and you felt dizzy. If Spencer hadn't been holding you, you would have slipped through his fingers. His lips were soft and warm and when you kissed him back, a grumble sounded from his chest. One of his hands moved to your butt, pressing your hips against his as he slid his tongue into your mouth. You felt hot and warm shivers ran down your spine. You tried not to think about the fact that you could feel his erection against your belly, but failed miserably.

With his other hand, Spencer reached for the key and opened the door without breaking away from you, then pushed you into the house where he could have pulled away from you, but he didn't. His kisses grew hungrier and greedier, his hands reaching under your butt so he could lift you up. Your legs knotted behind him. He carried you toward the bedroom and pressed you against the wall. You rubbed your hips against his and he moaned into your mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, sliding a hand under your shirt. His fingers danced over your bare skin and his touch burned into your skin. You wished this moment would never end.

"Cameron Bailey, put the knife down and raise your hands," Derek called out. Spencer and you jumped apart, completely confused and gasping for air, and saw the team standing in your bedroom. Derek took Bailey into custody and led him away. How had you not noticed that he had come into the house?

"Are you all right?" asked Emily, but you could only nod. What would have happened if Bailey hadn't broken in? How far would Spencer and you have gone?

It wasn't long before the team was back on the plane. Spencer sat alone at one end of the plane and you at the other. You hadn't had time to talk about what had happened, because after Bailey was arrested, you had packed your things and gone to the airport with the others. But what did you want to talk about? About the kiss? About the touch? About your friendship, if you could call it that? Never in your life had you been so uncertain as at that moment.

Spencer probably didn't want anything more to do with you, and you tried to tell yourself that you were okay with that. You tried to adjust to things going back to the way they were. It scared you that deep down you cared. You had hated Spencer for years and just a few days with him had completely turned your feelings upside down. And that bothered you the most.

"I could use a beer right now," Derek said when you arrived at Quantico. "Anyone coming?"

"I'm going home," you replied, slinging your bag over your shoulder. "My shower is waiting for me and my bed is calling for me too."

"Same here," Spencer gave and together you walked to the elevator while the others talked about where to go to celebrate. The silence between Spencer and you was unbearable, both outside the elevator and inside. You wanted to say something, but couldn't manage more than a guarded smile, which he kindly returned. At least no more bitching.

"Good night, Y/N," he said goodbye and left without turning around once more. You took a deep breath and headed home as well.

Once home, you dropped your bag on the floor and tried to wash off Spencer's touch in the shower. You brushed your teeth to scrub his taste from your tongue, but nothing could chase away the thoughts that haunted your mind. You put on fresh panties and an oversized shirt, which ended just below your butt. You were on your way to the couch when there was a knock on your door.

Without hesitation you opened the door and your heart stopped. Spencer stood in front of you, hands buried in his pockets and a small smile on his lips. "Hi."

"Hey," you said softly, and you didn't realize until then that you were standing in front of him half-naked. Embarrassed, you pulled the hem of your shirt down further. He glanced briefly at your hands and blushed before looking you in the eye again.

"I know this probably sounds stupid, but I don't know if I'll be able to sleep alone tonight. I've gotten used to sleeping next to you and after today, I don't think either of us should spend the night alone," he babbled, entering your apartment without prompting. You shut the door behind him. "Besides, there's something I wanted to do." Carefully he put his bag on the kitchen counter and came towards you with long steps.

It was not five seconds before he pressed his mouth on yours and a sigh came out of your mouth. His hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time, so greedily they moved over your body, while yours got caught in his hair. When his fingers grazed your bare skin on your legs, you slumped against him.

"I didn't want to let you go home alone," he whispered between kisses, looking deep into your eyes. "I didn't want to sit so far away from you on the plane either, and when I got home, all I wanted was to be with you." His tongue dominated yours as his hands slid under your shirt. Your skin burned like fire where he touched you. "Tell me to stop, Y/N. Please tell me to stop and leave. Because if you don't do it now, I'll stay forever."

You went to kiss him, but he broke away from you and grabbed your chin with one hand, making you look at him. He was expecting a response. "Stay, Spencer. Stay forever and I'm yours."

That's all the confirmation he needed. His hands were on your hips again, but moved further down to briefly stroke your ass before leaning down and grabbing the back of your thighs. Without effort, he lifted you up and his lips assaulted your neck, and as he sucked on the soft spot where your jaw met your neck, all you could do was whimper his name.

Spencer carried you into your bedroom with ease, his mouth never leaving your heated skin. The warmth in your body grew with each kiss as he gently laid you on the bed. You pushed yourself to the head of the bed, allowing your head to rest on the soft pillow as Spencers hovered over you to kiss your neck.

His lips moved to your collarbone, his hands slid under your shirt and you arched up to meet him so he could easily pull it off. Hastily you reached for his shirt and undid the buttons to rip it from his torso. His weight was heavy on you and his hot skin almost burned you with every further touch. Without a word, you unbuttoned his pants and he kicked them off his long legs. For a brief moment you looked at each other. In that look were all the apologies you wanted to say, but that was no longer important. What was important was the man in front of you, the man you had fallen head over heels in love with in just a few days.

You put your hands on Spencer's back and felt the muscles dancing under your fingers. You took a quick glance at his black boxer briefs, which already seemed a little too tight for him.

"God, you're beautiful," he moaned as he glanced down your body. His hands were on your breasts and he rolled your left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Again, you arched up to meet him.

"Spencer," you moaned, "no teasing. Please," you begged, closing your eyes to feel his touch more intensely. When you opened your eyes again, you could see a crooked grin on his face. He was enjoying your begging. Before you could say anything, he grabbed your panties and you could hear him ripping them. Cool air met your hot core and Spencer's boxers landed on the growing pile of clothes on the floor. You had to swallow. He was long and surprisingly thick and you wondered if he would fit. Spencer looked at you silently with raised eyebrows.

"I'm on the pill," you explained, grabbing his shaft with your hand and running your thumb over the tip to smear the pre-cum, making him moan with pleasure. You pumped him two times before Spencer grabbed your wrist.

"I won't last long if you keep this up, love," he rasped, guiding his pulsing erection to your wet entrance. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him so close to you that there wasn't an inch between you. He looked at you one more time, searching for something in your face, but you just smiled at him, drunk with love. And then he glided home.

His cock was stretching you like no man before did and it almost hurt, but with the pain came the pleasure. Spencer rested his forehead on yours and his breath was hot on your skin. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You leaned into his gentle touch.

"Move, please, Spence," you purred, and that was all he needed. He withdrew almost completely from you before thrusting into you again. He quickly found a steady pace and his length stroked all the right places. The heat between your thighs spiraled in your belly and you dug your nails into Spencer's back.

"Spencer, fuck," you breathed and he grinned before pressing his lips to your throat and gently biting your collarbone. Before you knew it, he was sliding his hand between your bodies and rubbing furiously over your clit and it was all getting too much for you.

Your nails raked across his skin and certainly left a few marks on as you climaxed and your vision went black.You spasmed around his cock and felt it twitch inside you. Spencer moaned a mixture of swear words and your name as he coated your walls with his cum, his fingers digging into your hips and probably bruising them.

He placed his lips on yours one last time before carefully pulling out of you and disappearing into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. "Careful, love," he says softly, running it along between your legs to wipe your mingled cum. When he touched your sensitive clit, you flinched involuntarily. He returned the washcloth to the bathroom before lying back down with you. He pulled you to him and kissed your forehead. "Can I tell you something?" he breathed, you looked up at him quite exhausted.

"Of course."

He smiled lovingly. "I've fallen head over heels in love with you in the last few days," he confessed and your heart stopped. "The moment you laid your head on my chest in bed. You turned my whole world upside down and I can't imagine spending a single day without you anymore."

"You don't have to," you replied, putting your hand to the back of his head so you could pull him down to you. Gently you placed your lips on his and you felt his cock twitch against your belly. That's how strong your effect on him was. "I love you, Spencer."

In one fluid motion, he rolled onto you and pressed his mouth onto yours. This kiss was like the one in the house, angry, hungry and greedy. His hand slid between your legs and his fingers gently circled your clit. Your legs twitched and he pushed further down so he was eye level with your cunt. Gently he slid two fingers inside you and you moaned loudly. "I love you, Y/N. Don’t you dare forget it, when I make you scream and cum around my tounge.“ He licked long stripe from your entrance to your clit and gently sucking on it. Your body shook under his tounge and touch, as he slipped to fingers into your dripping cunt again. „Are you ready for round two?"

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BnHA Chapter 299: No Chains Left

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “and then AFO broke out all of the inmates from six other prisons and took a nap. well anyways, here’s the hospital angst.” Kacchan woke up two days later and was all, “WAIT BUT HOW ARE DEKU AND TODOROKI AND ALL OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS EXCEPT IIDA DOING” and then we cut to Shouto’s room where the other U.A. kids were sitting around being Mutually Traumatized and giving each other moral support and such. Everyone was alll, “...”, and then the rest of the Todofam showed up, INCLUDING POSSIBLY REI?! which, omg. The chapter ended with Kacchan STOMPING THROUGH THE HALLS all “WHADDYA MEAN DEKU HASN’T WOKEN UP YET”, dragging along Satou and Mineta behind him, fueled by the power of ALL OF THE FUCKS HE NOW GIVES. He gives so many fucks now you guys. This boy cares so much he can probably deduct it on his taxes.

Today on BnHA: SPEAKING OF PEOPLE WHO GIVE A LOT OF FUCKS, the story cuts abruptly to Hawks, freshly recovering from his near-death experience, and pondering the threads that have weaved the tapestry of his life and led him to this moment. Basically he grew up in poverty with his Jerk Dad and Jerk Mom until his dad got arrested one day and his mom sent him off to go Find Money Or Something, and so he rescued a busload of people and found himself a new career. Back in the present day, Hawks and Jeanist ride around town in Jeanist’s Jamborghini having awkward encounters with civilians in a country on the brink of social collapse, and visiting Hawks’s mother’s home. Hawks is all “I know from an outsider’s perspective it must look like my life currently sucks, but now that the HPSC is gone, my public image is shot, and my parents are finally out of my life, I’m actually feeling SURPRISINGLY GOOD.” Anyway so he’s gonna go meet up with Endeavor now, and p.s. this chapter was fucking fantastic though, damn.

oh my god?? is this Hawks narration?? something about him growing up watching the heroes on TV and thinking of them as fictional characters

okay I scrolled down a little bit more to see the rest of that “Keigo” panel, and wow

this is basically a shed. poor boy definitely grew up rough. let me tell you guys, I came in here ready for some BakuDeku shenanigans; I was not prepared for Hawks Flashback Angst. I AM HERE FOR IT, but also wow I gotta brace myself now lol

HELLO MISTER HAWKS’S JERK DAD, SIR

BnHA sure does have an array of Jerk Dads, doesn’t it. makes me appreciate characters like Masaru and JirouDad all the more for bucking the trend

anyway. so Horikoshi, you really thought that one itty bitty chapter of hospital catharsis would be enough to calm us all before you went right back to showing us child abuse huh. my god man can we rest

BABY HAWKS

swear to god this kid can’t be more than five or six, and yet he has this completely blank look on his face even with his dad looming over him being all threatening and shit. like he’s shut down his emotions to protect himself. imagine what has to happen to a child for him to have learned this at such a young age. fuck

AND MEANWHILE THIS GUY

don’t mingle with humans?? not “other” humans, just humans?? what is this implying here?? and also holy shit Hawks definitely didn’t inherit his looks from his dad orz

then again he doesn’t really bear much of a resemblance to his strung-out mom here either

omg omg omg. and this child is basically trapped here in this environment with these two people. this explains a SHITLOAD about Hawks’s personality though you guys. his ability to completely separate his real thoughts from the face he presents to the outside world. his pragmatic approach to analyzing and solving problems. his layers of emotional walls. turns out almost none of that came from the HPSC training -- that was all learned hands-on in his own personal do-or-die survival nightmare childhood!! oh, boy

and small wonder then that he latched on to Endeavor so strongly if he really is the one who brought down his dad and inadvertently saved him from this. also, just putting this out there, I know people are always talking about him and Dabi being foils, and I think it’s very interesting how Touya grew up in a household where he saw firsthand the dark side of hero society, and so ended up becoming a villain in order to bring it down. whereas young Keigo had almost the exact opposite experience, growing up experiencing the dark side of villain society and becoming a hero in order to bring about a world where no one else has to experience that. just. both of them are so determined not to become their fathers. some interesting parallels there

so Hawks was sort of an accident after his parents had “thanks for helping me not get caught after I killed that guy” sex, and now this little boy is growing up in squalor and being beaten by his father for things like Sitting In The Wrong Out-Of-The-Way Corner Trying Not To Be A Bother To Anybody. holy fuck. this is so rough to read through you guys

wait so does Jerk Dad have a an eyeball manipulation quirk?? because he doesn’t have the wings like his son, but wth are these things??

this presumably also means that Keigo has never been to school or anything either. he basically doesn’t exist. he thinks heroes are fictional characters, he doesn’t realize that they’re real people. these are people who could help him if he could escape and find them, but he doesn’t know, and they don’t know about him

OH MY GOD HE’S JUST SITTING IN HIS CORNER HUGGLING HIS ENDEAVOR PLUSH OH MY GOD

how could this child possibly have an anti-fandom when he’s done NOTHING WRONG HIS ENTIRE LIFE. huh. just explain that to me. lol I mean I’m not looking to pick a fight with anyone, but also, MAYBE I AM, idk?? this kid has gotten me all riled up lmao

anyways, Protect Keigo 2021, and thank you Horikoshi for these three very terrible pages. I am pleased to inform you that you’ve effectively gotten your point across and you may now commence saving this kid already

YAY

oh no, Keigo’s dumbass jerk dad tried to steal a car and the popo nabbed his ass and now his mom can’t just sit around neglecting her VERY YOUNG SON all day long, oh horrors. sorry lady my tiny violin is on backorder. just imagine that I’m playing a very sarcastic song on it for you

anyway so what are you gonna do now, abandon him? I can hardly imagine he’d be worse off, if anything it might be a near-instant improvement

LMAO HE’S ALL “WAIT WHAT ENDEAVOR’S A REAL FUCKING DUDE?!”

AND THEY SAY THAT A HERO CAN SAVE US~~~~ I’M NOT GONNA STAND HERE AND WAAAAAIT~~~~~ I’LL HOLD ONTO THE WINGS OF THE EAGLES, WATCH AS WE ALL FLY AWAAAAAAY~~~~

lol what a randomly pivotal moment in his young life. TIME TO GO MAKE THESE MEMES INTO DREAMS YOUNG ONE

anyway so his mom freaked out and grabbed him and they wound up at a train station with her TELLING HIM TO GO GET HER SOME MONEY, oh my god. SURE MOM LEMME JUST WALTZ RIGHT ON DOWN TO THE “JOBS FOR FIVE-YEAR-OLDS” STORE AND TELL THEM I NEED SOME CASH. ffff manifesting someone to come help him in 3... 2...

...

SIGH, JUST GO RESCUE THE PEOPLE FROM THE BUS, KEIGO. is this the outfit he was wearing when that happened?? it must be, right?? I can’t imagine them surviving more than a couple days out here unless this starts getting REALLY dark in a way I know that even Horikoshi won’t explore, so yeah. cut to the HPSC now please. never thought we’d be glad to see them. I mean sure, it may be an “out of the frying pan...” case, but good god

THANK YOU!!

and I guess it was his mom’s eyeball quirk then. anyway, whatever, see you again never, hopefully. lol oh man. thaaaat, was upsetting. need to center myself here for a sec. NAMASTE

OH YAY THE PRESENT

so we cut from Baby Hawks Angst straight to Present Day Hawks Angst, huh. not that this exhausted and traumatized lil lad isn’t still a baby to me too, I’ll have you know

BEST JEANIST, ALWAYS WITH THE JOKES

“WHEW, THOUGHT YOU DIED ON ME FOR A SEC THERE KID.” lmao. Caleb will no doubt ruin this by making his word choice all stiffly formal as usual, so I’m just going to treasure this “WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT, I’M FRESH OUT OF FUCKS” version of Jeanist while I can

look at him, driving his Jeanistmobile

again, is it any wonder Kacchan was bitching about Endeavor’s dinky little car when he was used to riding around town in style like this. anyone else staring at this panel trying to figure out how this car is somehow secretly made of jeans

NOOOOO

FUCK YOU DABI LMAO. PUTTING THESE VOICE ACTORS OUT OF A JOB ONE BY ONE

anyway so Jeanist is all “GOOD THING IT’S THE FUTURE AND WE’RE SO GOOD AT MEDICAL SCIENCE” to handwave how Hawks went from one step shy of being a very handsome corpse, to sitting around texting Jeanist in a car all of two days later

OH MY GOD, AND FINALLY AN EXPLANATION FOR THIS

wait a minute. I’m so confused lmfao. soooo, was Hawks all “anyway, here’s Jeanist’s dead body, you can examine it but please don’t look at him too closely and also I’m gonna need that back unharmed.” how tf did you pull that off lmao

(ETA: also isn’t this technically confirmation of the ol’ Noumu Jeanist theory lol. I’m gonna go ahead and say it is.)

NO BUT PLEASE, CONTINUE. I unironically love reading Horikoshi’s overly convoluted “SEE IT’S NOT A PLOT HOLE” explanations

lkldslfk so wait, you’re telling me Hawks convinced Dabi and the League to put Jeanist’s body in storage, and basically just hoped they wouldn’t use him for any experiments until he could put his plan into action and have the HPSC’s people break in and find and revive him?? WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG. A FOOLPROOF PLAN IF I’VE EVER HEARD ONE

fff this man really asked Jeanist to risk it all to prop up his little cover story, and Jeanist was all “sure why not” omfg. anyways, thanks for recapping all of this out loud for no particular reason in your car conversation you two

LMAO NOW WHAT

TROUBLE YOU SAY? GOOD THING THE NEW NUMBER ONE HERO IS ON THE JOB THEN

okay no it’s just some random thugs strolling around terrorizing the downtown. fuck ‘em. so Jeanist is making short work of them now

uh oh

won’t come? not can’t, but won’t?? what???

WOW

well I guess that makes the local heroes A BUNCH OF SHITHEADS now doesn’t it?? jesus

and okay, serious question, if the cops are spread too thin and the heroes have literally walked out on the job, what exactly is stopping everyone from deciding to use their quirks to defend themselves, legal or not? nothing, as far as I can tell. society just got a hell of a lot more chaotic

anyway so this is an interesting panel here

man, Dabi really did pull it off, didn’t he. well anyway so here’s that better world all of the villains were wanting, you guys! isn’t it so great?? everyone’s terrified and angry and losing hope and society is inches away from collapsing into total anarchy! but hey, at least we exposed the number one hero as a hypocrite

anyway so what are these guys up to

fucking hell, he’s visiting his mom. I really wasn’t prepared to commit this much emotional energy towards reading this chapter today. BUT VERY WELL, WE PRESS ON

?? wait she’s not there?

is this supposed to explain how Dabi knew who Hawks really was? except that there’s the little matter of how he even know where to find his mother in the first place. feels like we’re still missing something there, but oh well

OH MY GOD

RHA I TAKE BACK EVERY WORD I EVER SPOKE AGAINST YOU. YOU ARE A SCANLATION GROUP FILLED WITH ANGELS LMAO. I WILL TAKE THIS PANEL IN MY HANDS, AND TREASURE IT AND KEEP IT SAFE

ANYWAY, BECAUSE MY TIRED BIRD SON’S LIFE SUCKED SO MUCH ALREADY, IT TURNS OUT HE’S ACTUALLY PLEASED WITH THIS NEW TURN OF EVENTS LOL HOW ABOUT THAT

GOOD FOR YOU BBY. YOU GO OUT THERE AND BE YOUR OWN PERSON

and in all seriousness, I love that identity he chooses -- chooses, because it actually is him making a choice now, possibly for the very first time in his life -- is “guy who helps people”, though. it really is nothing short of miraculous that he held on to that kind of optimism and desire to do good even with everything he’s been through. there were so many times he could have chosen to turn his back on the world in retaliation for the way it treated him. but he didn’t!! and here he is now, finally free, and what he wants to do with the rest of his life now is simply to help others. anyway please excuse me for a moment, I need to go find some sort of basket or a big vase to put all of my fresh new Hawks Feels in, pardonne-moi

YEAH BOIIIIII

“FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS, MISTER JEANIST, WHERE DID YOU FIND YOUSELF THAT SWEETASS CAR.” hey, all I’m saying is if this boy’s wings really aren’t growing back, he’s gonna need to find himself a new means of transportation y’know?

oh my god you guys it’s a flashback to his mom buying him the Endeavor plushie when he was like two because, and I quote, ALL MIGHT WAS TOO EXPENSIVE

oh my god oh my god. my boy out here with a new lease on life finding hope in the darkest of times

wasn’t your throat supposed to be all fucked up lmao. Horikoshi was suddenly all “oh shit the VAs are gonna be pissed at me if I keep this up huh”

“that’s why Bubaigawara was such a great guy” motherfucker IT IS A TERRIBLE DAY FOR RAIN. FORECAST SAID NOTHING ABOUT THIS

:’)

yes ma’am. yes indeed. confirmed, I really will straight up fight some motherfuckers for this child. well not really, but YOU KEEP YOUR DISCOURSE OFF MY LAWN AND OUT OF MY BLOG YOU HEAR. THIS IS A HAWKS-FRIENDLY SPACE. WE RESPECT TAKAMI KEIGO IN THESE STREETS

and he’s saying (or is he thinking?? what a weirdly shaped speech bubble this is) that even if what Dabi said about the Todoroki household is true, “I’m not sure it’s the same now.” which happens to be ABSOLUTELY CORRECT. man this whole chapter really is all about saying “fuck the past” and moving forward and I am living for it

SON!!!!

“the first step is at my beginning” fklkjlk. what an iconic fucking line??

AND HIS WINGS!!!! THEY ACTUALLY ARE GROWING BACK AHHHHHHH. “PUT A RAINCHECK ON THAT CAR, JEANIST-SAN.” THE HAWKSMOBILE CAN WAIT, RIGHT NOW HE HAS TO GO INSERT HIMSELF BACK INTO THE TODODRAMA WHETHER THEY LIKE IT OR NOT

you guys. I came here ready for some BAKUDEKU HOSPITAL ANGST, and I got DIDDLY SHIT of that, and none of my other kids were even in this chapter, but!!! ASK ME IF I CARE LMAO omg. because bird son is hanging with his new best friend, and he’s out here Finding Himself and picking up the pieces and putting them back together stronger than ever because RESILIENCE HAS A NAME, AND IT’S SPELLED H-A-W-K-S, and you guys. profound, my love for this child. holy shit. hey google, play Silence by Marshmello

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