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idlerin · 10 months

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nonsense — 29. helpless, breathless

“you’re sick,” you scolded as discreetly as you could as you passed by oikawa on your way to the tent. it was a barely noticeable phrase but you knew he heard. he’s not supposed to be wandering this area without someone assisting him, he caught your eye whilst marching on under the scorching heat as another feat of wonders of working in general— today was a bit different, the cast and crew had to go travel to a secluded beach two hours away from the city to film. oikawa’s worsening condition was even more evident in broad daylight and not in the confines of a studio, well, to you, since no one else has suspected a thing with how he looked perfectly fine objectively and how he acted completely normal, only people who truly knew him and his little ticks would notice.

you could feel his gaze on the back of your head and sense he started following after you, in case his shadow you spot in your peripheral vision wasn’t enough. you glance to the side to see everyone busy with setting up the set, but surely, there was someone who was going to be looking for oikawa. he most probably sneaked out of his van because his head ached too unbearably, and whenever he had a headache you remember he thought walking would help in easing the pain.

you let out a heaving breath as you balance the folders tucked in your arms, turning to the right the moment you were supposed to enter the tent, continuing on your trek through the white sand, far enough to be hidden behind a large rock. right then, you turn abruptly and huff at oikawa.

he was tucked in one of his hoodies, eyes wide with bleariness, the first thing he says is a lie, "i'm not sick."

it was so unconvincing you were offended that he would think that would work on you. he sees the look on your face and backtracks, looking to the side, at the ocean and juts his lower lip out like a child who didn’t want to give in but knows he's already caught so he didn’t really have any other choice, "okay… i'm not very sick."

you leered at him, and with firm determination, removed a hand on the folder you're clutching to place a hand on his forehead, “you’re burning!” you say with alarm.

oikawa finally looks at you, raises a brow, the corner of his lips turning up subtly, he had the gall to be amused by this and for what? “in your words, that’s excessi–”

you use the same hand that was previously on his forehead to slap his chest, half to scold him, half to shut him up, “have you had a check up with your doctor?"

“well, i.. uhm i didn’t have.. time," oikawa tucks his hood to cover himself more, wincing at the heat. his headaches are acting up again, you deduce.

"have you been eating?" you size him up, the entirety of his 6 foot 1 form slouching, like he was trying to make himself look more meek so you would go easier on him.

"uh ye-" oikawa and you lock eyes, you glare at him, he sighs, "i've been eating enough to not starve," he offers.

"so you haven't been eating enough," you seeth. before you could start scolding him again you hear voices starting to get near, your eyes widen a fraction before you hiss at him to go along first, begrudgingly.

oikawa looks back at you with hesitance before you nudge his shoulder for him to go before the both of you would get caught– but no, those aren’t the right words, it made it sound as if you two were doing something suspicious that you currently would not like to expand on, you were merely looking out for him as a.. as a concerned citizen.

after urging him away, you hear him talking to a few people, explaining how he wanted to see the view and wandered around, so these were the people looking for him. he managed to divert their attention to go back to the site, all while you thought you looked stupid hiding behind a big stupid rock. after a few minutes you came running back to the tent to deliver the files, apologizing about being late. you think they said that it was fine, you weren’t sure, since the response you were given was in the form of "hm" and pointing to where you should leave it.

you went to seek out akane, who was helping people out with the set because she finished her menial tasks earlier— at least until someone were to order her to do something. you offered to lend a hand and it wasn't your fault your gaze tended to wander to a certain brown haired stubborn ill person who was conversing with the director over you wouldn’t know what instead of getting as much rest as he can with the shooting not officially beginning.

you swear he wants to make you worry.

wait.

you didn't have to worry about him this much.

you groan internally.

but you do, and you really can't stop.

alright, you admitted to not hating him, a sad fact, and you did embarrassingly admit to missing him as well, let us point out that he said it first, so you could hardly blame yourself for responding. you were still unsure on what you wanted to do with your lingering feelings. what did you want? did you want him? did you still want to be with him?

ah.

you freeze in the middle of your shocking realization with thy self, eye twitching but eventually making yourself snap out of it at the expense of making everyone else think you were being weird, by everyone else you really meant akane, who was beside you and had a front row seat to your complicated emotions that really weren’t all that complicated but it feels as if it is.

having this little moment in the middle of bustling people really wasn’t convenient, oh god, you and your horrible timing. you can't help yourself and just stop looking at his direction, you should stop, so what if—

"oikawa-san!" a shrill startled voice snapped you out of your argument with yourself as you glance at the direction of the commotion, as with everyone who was within range. your eyes glance worriedly over to where oikawa was being helped up by his manager and a person who was near and within reach. you watch as oikawa tries to shake it off with laughter, telling everyone to continue with what they were doing. your hands flex on the box you were carrying, resisting the urge to go assist him. you can't do that, everybody would think it’s weird.

"are you alright, oikawa-san?" you heard someone ask. you go on with your work as with everybody else and let the few people there handle the situation.

you keep your ears open on their end though.

you hear oikawa's laughter, "i'm alright, just got a bit dizzy, perhaps it's too hot here?" he excuses, you walk away and didn't get to hear what the director, who was still there, and oikawa’s manager, said. you hope they're telling him to go and rest, they probably were, but oikawa was probably insisting that he was fine and more than ready to work.

"psst, why are you so distracted?" akane bumps your shoulder with hers. you blink a few times, a stuttered out 'what?' your only response.

"exactly! what's the matter with you today? you should be enjoying, it's fun to be out here for a change! it's so peaceful!" akane grins, emphasizing the 'out here' with her arms spread and pointing out the view, despite the many equipment placed in the secluded area. the peacefulness was the onslaught of people busily and methodically working.

"it's nothing, maybe i just lack a bit of sleep," you smile at her to keep her at bay.

akane just nods and crosses her arms, free from holding stuff, which reminds you to put what you were holding down, "hey, do you think oikawa-san is okay? the way he lost balance out there is kinda worrying you know?"

tell me about it. little did she know that's exactly what you were stressing about.

you watched behind one of your superiors as oikawa and another actor— kawashima moyashi, a rising actor on his own right— was acting out their scene. everyone was dead silent watching everything play out. it was already around four in the afternoon and the filming for the day was almost complete, according to your supervisor who was also very tired and couldn’t wait to go home early for once. the scene playing out had been repeated two times now because oikawa was dissatisfied with how he performed.

once the director yelled cut, oikawa immediately went out of character, “was that alright?”

the director agreed cheerily, enthusiastically saying, “perfect! i loved it, truly!” —wow you were watching the political hierarchy of filming in person— while the others were clearing the props.

oikawa finally smiled, relieved, and started walking over, his manager trailing behind him with oikawa’s water bottle and jacket.

you keep your eye on oikawa for a little while, only snapping out of it when akane tugs on your arm, saying you guys should head to where akane parked her car— she gave you a ride here. akane pulls on your wrist, eventually when you get a hold of yourself you say, "yeah, yes, okay let's go."

meanwhile, the director talked about oikawa’s further projects and if it was going to interfere with the filming schedule, oikawa reassured him it would be fine, but then the director said no, he was asking so to make the filming schedules suitable for him. oikawa’s manager cut in, saying that oikawa needed to get ready for another shoot this evening and that they had to hurry.

"have you been taking your migraine pills?" his manager asked when they were a bit far away from everyone, on the way to his van. oikawa had a hand clutching his head again which was why he asked if he was taking his pills, the migraines weren’t a new thing after all.

"yes," oikawa replies, keeping it to himself that it wasn’t just a migraine. he can't rest now, he still has a lot to do.

"let's take a break before we go to the shoot. where would you like to go, oikawa?" his manager asked once they were nearing the vehicle.

"i…" oikawa had to stop walking for a second. his face scrunched in pain, he had to press his other hand to his forehead to help in easing the pain. he only needed to get in the van, why won't his body just cooperate?

"oikawa?" he hears the voice of sato, who seemed more distant than before.

"i'm fi— shit," oikawa leans back on the sleek cover of his van, breathing heavily. "i just need—" swallowing a deep breath, "—a break."

"oikawa perhaps we should…"

his manager was talking but oikawa couldn't understand most of what sato was saying. it was too hot. was he the only one feeling as if it's too hot? but at the same time, it was cold. he was sweating. his hair was rising because of the cold—heat. his chest felt restricted, finding it a bit difficult to breathe. but it's fine, it was going to be fine. sato said they can take a break, oikawa thinks that would be nice. he just needed to close his eyes for a moment and they could get going. he pushes himself off the van and starts, "let's go—"

oikawa falls to his knees. fuck.

"tooru!"

that wasn't sato.

hands were on his shoulders, firm but gentle, "you're so stupid."

[name].

were you being impulsive? yes, absolutely. were you going to regret this later on? also a yes, most probably.

you were talking to akane, fiddling with your phone to pass time because riseki was going to be tagging along but he was finishing some things up back in the site and you both opted waiting for him, but not without being a little mean and chatting in the group chat that you guys were going to leave him behind. that was when your eyes wandered to where oikawa was walking with his manager. you jerked away from your idle position when he leant on his car quite abruptly. you completely leave your post when you watch as his legs go numb.

it was foolish. definitely, his manager was right there, he was going to be fine without you to rush to his side. it was foolish, but now you were kneeling beside him, your hands were clutching his shoulders and you were very frantic.

"don't you dare pass out!" you were angry, biting your lower lip furiously. one of your hands reached up to brush his hair away from his face because you noticed that he was sweating a lot.

"[n/n]," he calls out weakly, and yet the way he said his nickname for you made your mind swirl, "you were right," he breathes heavily, "i am sick."

"are you trying to be funny right no—" you were huffing out, exasperated.

"let's get him home, i'll call his physician," you forgot his manager was here. you looked up at the guy, it wasn't the first time you've seen him, it wasn't the first time he's seen you. though you do have a hard time recalling people's names, was his… sa.. sa something.

"okay.." you say, rising from your position on the ground and lifting oikawa up with the help of mr. sa-something. oikawa's manager opens the door to the van and you urge oikawa inside while he could still move.

once you were satisfied that oikawa was sitting and assured yourself he was going to be fine, you attempted to move your hands away, and you had to go back to akane of course. akane who's seeing everything unfolding right now. you dread the latter that comes and you were going to have a lot of explaining to do.

oikawa grabs a hold of your wrists, eyes fluttering open, "where are you going?" he was blinking furiously, still battling with his head, and he was obviously frowning.

"i have to.. " you begin and the disappointment was evident on his face, cursing you and your tendency to go weak for him, "well maybe i.."

"you should come with him," his manager makes the decision for you. you lock eyes with him and he looks away, "he's going to need someone other than me to help."

to you, he sounded the most sensible, clearly, that was why you were going in the van.

you make one look back to where akane was, and your eyes lock on hers and riseki's, great, more people. you blinked twice, they blinked back, before your view was blocked with oikawa's manager slamming the door shut.

oikawa didn't let go of your hand even for one moment.

even when you dragged him to his bedroom, across the lavish floors of his penthouse, which made it quite a difficult task since his bedroom was upstairs. even when his physician came in, looking haggard since you assume they had rushed to go here when oikawa's manager called, they didn't forget to give you a quick nod of acknowledgement, before going to oikawa's side and asking him questions. even when he eventually drifted off to sleep.

he was acting like a kid, the last time he got sick, you could vaguely remember him being childish too. it was kind of… nice to know that he didn't change that much.

"[name]-san, can you watch oikawa for a bit, at least before i come back? i have to talk to the coordinators of the shoot oikawa was supposed to do this evening and ask them to reschedule," his manager said, already gathering his things.

oikawa’s physician was in the corner, finishing writing stuff down, "sato, get him these medications while you're at it," his physician handed him the prescriptions, "make sure he takes them for a week, his fever is high, you should've called me sooner."

sato— you've finally gotten his name! you knew it started with sa— nodded, and turned back to face you, "sorry for making you do this favor, i know it might be a bit.. awkward."

"it's alright," you say, and look down at your hand that oikawa had a fierce grip on, "i don't think i could go even if i wanted to," you attempted to joke to lighten the mood.

oikawa's manager let out a small smile before nodding to you and leaving, the physician also waved to you before following out. it didn't take long before you were alone with tooru. with him like this, it was easy to feel… well, easy. you were thinking of what to make him for dinner, he needed to eat something as much as he needed to rest. even just some soup would be good— but a meal would probably be best. but first, you have to make him let go of you.

you first attempt the most rational thing, which is pulling your hand away, but that makes his lids open, and now he was staring at you, "are you leaving?" he says after a few seconds of merely looking at each other.

"i'm not," you say, though not very convincingly, which is probably why he won’t let you go.

"you were pulling away," he says, and it sounded like a complaint.

"i was just planning to go and—"

"so you were planning to leave," to show just how displeased he was, he made a move to interlock your hands. was he losing his reasoning because he was sick? at this, you roll your eyes.

"i was just going to make you some food to eat, i’ll be right back,” you were trying to subtly shake your hand away, “go back to sleep," you say.

he tightens his hold, scrutinizing you, "you promise?"

you blink, did he really want to do this right now? he wasn't faltering, even if you knew he wanted to shut his eyes closed. he was really selling the act of a child, even more because of the cloth on his forehead.

"i promise," you say with finality, when he deemed you sincere enough, he reluctantly let go of your hand. it made you smile damn it. because he was being good, you hold his hand and draw little circles on his palm to make him sleepy, "go back to sleep," like your voice had incredible powers, he drifted off to sleep again.

you let go of him and went down to check his fridge to see what you were going to have to be working with. he thankfully had a storage of a healthy variety of food— though he kind of has to because of his profession— so it was easy to prepare his meal. you did have to go down to the grocery store beside his building once to buy some vegetables oikawa was running out of.

an hour passed by and you were heading back to oikawa's room, tray in hand with a bowl of the food you prepared and some water. you open the door as silent as you could, the door creaked anyways. you glimpse at oikawa to see that he was still asleep, you place the tray down on his bedside table and instead grab the cloth placed on his head to replace it with a new one.

you were in the middle of fixing it on his forehead when he grasps your wrist, it was like he sensed whenever you were attempting to do anything to him and automatically had to wake up just to see you.

"you stayed," oikawa says, voice groggy.

"i told you i was just going to prepare you food," you say, leaning back to have a proper conversation with him, "i was planning to make you sleep some more before waking you to eat, but since you're already awake you might as well eat now. your manager still hasn't come back with your medicine so you better replenish your energy. why do you overwork so much? don't you have a say with how much work you take on? you do, don't you? but you probably think 'a few wouldn't be overkill, and it establishes my fame' without any regards about your health. what i'm saying is, take care of yourself and stuff," you huff.

oikawa reaches for your hand and gently makes it so that you cup his face, he closes his eyes for a moment, relishing in the heat that radiates off of you, "mhm, care for me more."

"you're enjoying this?" your brows furrow.

"you're giving me a lot of attention, so yeah," oikawa murmurs, his eyes still closed.

you felt your cheeks turn warm, "you have to eat."

"later," oikawa sighs when you brush your thumb over his eyelids.

"no," you take your touch away, much to oikawa's dismay. you make your way to grab a chair and place it on the other side of his bed, you take the tray and place it on your lap while oikawa watches you the whole time.

he then says the oddest thing.

"feed me?" it wasn't a question, it was more of a request.

"you look like you're well enough, you're even making demands," you snark, because of course you had to.

"no.. i'm still feeling very awful.. my head still hurts and my throat is starting to get sore, and my hand kind of hurts so you have to feed me," oikawa was being dramatic by the end, he knew it, you knew it, and yet you couldn't resist a small smile to adorn your face. you couldn't help but be overcome with relief too, since if he could be ridiculous then he was better now because he got some rest.

"you're acting like a kid," you say but you were already gathering a spoonful of food and taking it to his lips. oikawa was a very willing recipient.

"do you hate it?" oikawa asks, trying to catch your gaze but you were actively avoiding meeting eyes with him and much preferred to just look at the food, and to his lips, oh but looking at his lips was a bad idea, so you focus on looking at the spoon instead.

"yes," you say without much bite, continuing your notions of feeding him.

"you hate me?" oikawa asks again, as if he needed a lot more reassurance.

"i do," you answer, because you were a menace.

"you said you didn't."

"i'm taking it back."

a comfortable silence goes over you two, with you continuing with your ministrations, peacefully feeding him the food. while oikawa was admiring you, in disbelief again that you were really here in front of him. that you stayed with him. that he couldn't help but say words that made you freeze on the spot.

"can you take me back too?"

your eyes widen and you finally look at him, "what?"

"if you still want me, can you give me another chance?" oikawa waited with a baited breath for your response, his heart was pounding and he felt breathless, and it wasn't because he had a fever. it was because you were breathtaking, your presence was breathtaking, and he didn't know if he could last without the comfort of knowing he had the right to look at you and feel like this.

“[name],” he says your name in that way again. the one that makes your insides feel wonky and you can’t believe it, he’s so.. he is so.. he makes you want to scream. your eyes were feeling warm, you didn’t mean to, but perhaps with this morning and what was happening now and just—

"are you not just saying nonsense because you're sick," you blink furiously, trying to hold back the frustrated tears. your hands were shaky as you placed the utensils in the bowl and you were placing the tray back to the side.

oikawa lifts himself up more from the bed and reaches over to your hands, to stop the shaking or just because you don’t know. he was looking at you, asking to hold you, you let him. he could see your watery eyes and he was holding your hands so gently it made you want to stand up, turn around and run away, but you don’t.

"no..” oikawa made sure he was clear, “i want to be with you again, [name], if you'd take me back. by taking me back, i don’t mean i’d immediately be your boyfriend again, i want to prove to you that i deserve you. besides, with or without a label, i’m yours."

he was waiting for your response. you swallow back your tears, emotional, you’ve always been. oikawa made soothing circles on the back of your hand, mirror to the one you were doing to his earlier. while you sat there and tried to process everything, everything that happened, about how he made you feel— how he makes you feel, the good, the bad, and everything in between. you were thinking about everything you went through with him, everything you went through because of him.

oikawa was never going to just be someone you knew.

he was always going to be something more.

he was everything.

do you want to let him be everything to you again?

“i won’t make it easy for you.”

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✦ fun facts !

ever since [name] was caught viewing and liking oikawa’s tweets she’s been using her priv account to view oikawa related tweets lmao

oikawa has tried to crochet once and he tried to make a frog, keyword, tried, and it ended up looking like a dead squashed cockroach.

nonsense ! an oikawa tooru social media au

synopsis. you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter (accidentally) and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all).

a/n — GUYS HI hehehe (acts like i didnt ud for a month) anw i swear theres no like angsty angst ANYWAYS GROVELING ERA

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beardedmrbean · 7 months

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Women wearing only "g-strings" while bending over in front of traffic has become an increasingly common sight in National City, California, as prostitution issues spiral after the implementation of a controversial state law, the city’s mayor told Fox News Digital.

"They're waving to people on the freeway or, just to be honest with you, they are bending over for the freeway. I don’t know how else to put it; they're showing their wares," National City Mayor Ron Morrison told Fox News Digital in an interview this month.

California Gov. Gavin Newsom signed Senate Bill 357 in July 2022, which repealed a previous law that banned loitering with the intent to engage in prostitution. The law took effect in January this year, with Morrison arguing that the moment Newsom’s pen touched the bill, pimps in the state knew they could expand their prostitution ventures with little repercussions from law enforcement.

"The moment it was signed by the governor, boom, everyone knew the rules were out the window," Morrison told Fox News Digital.

CALIFORNIA CITIES RATTLED BY PROSTITUTION, HUMAN TRAFFICKING IN BROAD DAYLIGHT AS COPS PIN BLAME ON NEW LAW

"Those that are out there on the street, most of them are wearing less than what you would consider a scanty negligee. It is just flaunting in everybody's face. And so a lot of people are screaming, ‘Hey, you know, can't you get them on indecent exposure?’ And the problem is the way our laws read in this state. The definition of indecent exposure is as long … as the genitals are covered. Anything else is fair game out in public."

CALIFORNIA PROSTITUTION LAW ALLOWS SEX ABUSE TO 'RUN RAMPANT' IN LOS ANGELES STREETS, VICTIM ADVOCATES WARN

National City is a diverse working-class city of roughly 60,000 residents just outside San Diego on the bay, Morrison said. Prostitution issues are no stranger to the city, with the mayor explaining that as an urban area, sex workers have been known to cross the San Diego city border – but never at the rate he’s currently seeing.

"Very much beyond brazen," Morrison said of what he’s seeing on his streets.

Prostitutes gather in a downtown area that faces a freeway and are most often seen early in the morning and around 3 p.m. Morrison added that another new California law that legalized jaywalking has compounded the issues as some women stand in traffic to attract a john.

"I was driving on one of the streets the other day, and there's this young lady standing there in the middle of the street wearing basically a G-string, and that was it, and a couple pasties. But she's right in front of my car, I couldn't move. So, I did ask her very politely, ‘Would you please move out of the street?’ And she looked at me and says, 'If you don't want to talk to me, you can go around,'" Morrison said.

Businesses, ranging from mom-and-pop stores to national hotel chains, have sounded off to the mayor that the prostitutes are driving away business and have forced some businesses to refund families who were appalled at seeing nearly naked women while on their California getaway.

Even a local school covered its windows after prostitutes were repeatedly found hanging out near its gates, Morrison said.

The mayor argues that the issue comes down to Senate Bill 357, which he called an "idiotic law" that should be known as the "Safe Streets for Pimps Initiative," which has allegedly not only left his town and other municipalities in the state dealing with an increase of sex workers on the street, but it has also incentivized human trafficking.

"This one has just opened the doors to prostitution, sex trafficking, child sex trading, I mean, you name it. This has obviously done that. And I don't think anyone that is not just purely politically motivated could disagree with that," Morrison said.

The mayor described himself as a "nonpartisan" who has worked at various levels of government over more than 30 years, whose main focus is to "look out for people in National City and their businesses" and not play politics in Sacramento.

Senate Bill 357 was authored by Democrat state Sen. Scott Wiener, who championed the bill as one that would help protect transgender women from being targeted by police.

"[The previous law] allowed police officers to arrest a person, not based on what they did but based solely on how a person looks," Wiener told local media earlier this year. "So, an officer could arrest someone because they were wearing tight clothing, high heels and extra lipstick."

Fox News Digital previously spoke with members of the Coalition to Abolish Slavery and Trafficking (CAST), which is one of the largest and oldest direct service providers for sex and labor trafficking survivors in the U.S., who said they supported the bill "because we know that reducing the criminalization of survivors will help prevent human trafficking."

"Traffickers rely on our systems to criminalize victims so that they are unable to access safety due to their records and are vulnerable to continued exploitation," Leigh LaChapelle, CAST's associate director of survivor advocacy, told Fox News earlier this year after the law took effect.

"The impact of these encounters with law enforcement reinforce already heightened stigma when someone is arrested for this offense due to the difficulties securing employment and safe housing with an arrest record relating to the sex trade," LaChapelle added. "Violation of this discriminatory law also puts immigrants in jeopardy of deportation, loss of residency or denial of reentry due to a misdemeanor conviction."

Prostitution is still illegal in California, but Morrison said the new law has effectively legalized the crime as police back off from intervening or interacting with the women.

"Senate Bill 357, which for all intents and purposes made prostitution legal because what it said is that officers can no longer contact people based on the idea of loitering for the purpose of prostitution. So, it basically tells the police your hands are off," Morrison said.

AS CALIFORNIA POLICE FIGHT RAMPANT PROSTITUTION, JOHNS LINE UP LIKE THEY'RE AT 'FAST-FOOD DRIVE-THROUGH'

He noted that some of the girls on the street appear underaged, though the amount of makeup the sex workers wear makes it difficult to gauge an age, and the city has previously seen girls as young as 12 working on the streets.

"A lot of the times [police] found out that these were juveniles … or that they were basically being sex trafficked, and they could get them out of that. Now, they basically have no legal opportunity to even talk to them," Morrison said.

With prostitution blatantly on the streets, other crimes have also followed, including shootings and assaults. Morrison said that just weeks ago an eight-month pregnant prostitute was kidnapped, beaten and raped.

"Those [crime incidents] go on our crime stats. We've had shootings, everything else involving the prostitutes and the pimps. So, those crime stats go on us. These people don't live here in National City and people here don't want them, but we're getting the crime stats," he said.

Morrison said he is working with the local district attorney and the police department to craft avenues on how to navigate the state laws while cleaning up the streets. The police department has carried out "john stings" in the past, but such operations require a team of roughly 30 officers, which would translate to half of the city’s police force, and weeks of planning, Morrison said.

"People here are not happy about this in the least. And the problem is they expect us locally to do something about it. And we're sitting here with our hands behind our back with handcuffs on that Sacramento was placed on us," Morrison said.

#nunyas news #why is it most every time #something like this comes up #with all the sex trafficking and other shit #in california #the name Scott Wiener is attached to it #rhetorical question

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dontfeeltoohot · 2 years

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So. I started this fic out with the idea I wanted to give Eddie heat exhaustion. About half way through, it morphed into Eddie being soft, needing a swim suit, and coming out to Steve. So I finished it, and posted it on AO3. I then came back to this original idea, deleted half the fic and finished it up the way it was intended, which is what this is. If you'd like to read the other version, you can find it here :)

I hope you enjoy some Eddie with heat exhaustion!

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Eddie Munson isn’t the type to wear shorts. He’s a lanky guy with a small waist, his legs are slender and even his feet are on the smaller side. Size 29 in jeans, size 9 in shoes, 8.5-9 in rings, and standing at an average 5’10”. His medium size belt stops at the very last hole. It’s not as if he doesn’t eat, because he can most definitely eat almost a whole large pizza by himself, he just…doesn’t put on much weight. His mother had been a tiny little thing, and his father hadn’t been tall or large by any standard.

All this to say, Eddie is a small dude; even though his arm muscles always surprise people when he takes his usual leather jacket off, and because of his skinnier than average legs, he isn’t a shorts-wearing guy. He’s heard people make comments before about the fact he wears jeans and jackets even in spring, when it starts creeping towards summer and the temperature in Hawkins climbs from the fifties to the seventies.

The thing is, he’s never really had issues with heat. He doesn’t just go basking in the sun; as if his pale complexion isn’t a dead give away, and it’s not like he’s going to pools to hang out, or make out at lovers lake in broad daylight.

In July, when it gets into the eighties, Eddie will drop his jacket, maybe let his arms completely free in a tank top. Recently, thanks to movies like Sleepaway Camp and Nightmare on Elm Street, he’s cut one of his old band tees; the Anthrax one Wayne had gotten him four years ago, into a crop top, the length half of what it used to be. He doesn’t wear it in public, but if he wears it with some sweatpants, his hair up as he cleans his bedroom, well, that’s no one's business but his own.

Now though, he has the eclectic group of misfits that he calls friends, including Steve Harrington and his pool. It’s the first real time he’s been over to hang out since all of the ‘end of the world’ shit’s happened. Everything is mostly back to normal, and now it’s the peak of summer, a heatwave making temperatures soar in the small town. Eddie doesn’t own swim trunks, but he’s not concerned, he doesn’t really plan on actually getting in the pool anyway.

With a black and white striped tank top and his usual jeans on, the guitarist steps onto Steve’s back patio area. His hair is in some semblance of a bun, though it’s starting to fall, curly, unruly baby hairs framing his face.

The sun is beating down against the white concrete. Robin and Nancy are on two of the few lounge chairs strewn about near the large pool, talking and laughing, both in bikinis. Eddie understands the appeal of Nancy Wheeler, especially when she’s in a bright red bikini that makes her skin look ivory. Robin’s freckles are coming out all over her shoulders and her green suit makes her blue eyes look teal.

Most of the younger teens are in the pool with Steve and Jonathan, except Dustin, who’s grabbing a drink from a cooler. Eddie makes his way over to him, ruffling his wet hair.

“Eddie! We were worried you wouldn’t come,” the kid grins wide, his perfect, fake teeth glistening in the light.

“Wouldn’t miss it, Henderson. Just had to help my old man with a few things before getting here,” he explains, remembering the get together technically started at noon and it was almost half an hour past.

Dustin nods, then looks him up and down, brow furrowing in confusion.

“Uh, dude, where’s your suit?”

“You think I’m the type to swim in a pool? I haven’t been in a pool since I was like six.” Eddie snorts, shaking his head, giving the teenager a look.

“I bet Steve has one!” Dustin’s eyes light up. “Please? Please, please, please Eddie? It’s a pool party.”

Heaving a sigh, eyes rolling dramatically, the long haired man purses his lips, an eyebrow raised.

“I’ll think about it. For now, drink your damn soda and go play.”

With that, Eddie grabs a mountain dew from the cooler and goes to say hi to Steve, who’s pulling himself out of the water. The twenty year old swallows thickly, eyes lingering on Steve’s chest and the hair there that’s he’s pretty certain hadn’t occupied that space while he’d still been at Hawkins High. Jesus. He’s in these short swim shorts that hug his thighs perfectly and Eddie thinks he might combust.

“Hey Eddie, glad you could make it man. You uh,” Steve cocks his head like a puppy, hair still dripping wet onto the ground. “Did you bring stuff to change into? For the pool?”

Eddie bites at his lip. Getting confronted by Steve is a hell of a lot different than getting confronted by one of the little gremlins.

“I’m uh…not really a pool kind of guy. I don’t even own swim trunks,” he admits, waving a hand in the air lazily.

“Oh, well, I got a few extra pairs if you need some. Might be a little big on you, but we can make it work,” Steve shrugs, giving him a smile and Eddie feels his stomach twist nervously.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Still don’t see how you can wear tight pants when it’s like, almost ninety degrees out. I’d be dying.”

Eddie smiles, all teeth and boyish charm. “Not all of us run hot like you do, Harrington.”

The day progresses. Steve decides on ordering pizza around 4:00, when everyone starts to get hungry from the heat and water. Eddie watches the kids splash around with the two women who’ve finally joined them in the water. A few times, one or two of them have come up to the edge and yelled at Eddie for being a pussy when it comes to water.

“What, can you not swim?” Lucas laughs.

“I can very much swim, thank you. Ask Nancy or Robin, I had to swim to the damn upside down,” Eddie brushes off as he stretches his arms in the air. He’s vaguely nauseous and feels his head give a throb.

His skin is hot, and his jeans feel bonded to his legs. He’s sweating, he realizes, wrinkling his nose. Gross. Standing up, the guitarist gets a head rush, making him freeze to regain equilibrium. No one seems to notice- a small miracle. Pulling up the bottom of his shirt, he wipes at his face which is sweaty and, unbeknownst to him, red from the sun.

Making his way inside, the twenty year old blows out a breath, the Harrington's AC hitting his skin. The cold air blowing mixed with the sweat on his body makes him shiver. He feels drained even though he’s not done anything except sit and talk to everyone. Head aching a little, he presses the tips of his fingers against his closed eyes, putting just enough pressure to help ease the pain somewhat.

“Hey, you okay?”

Eddie turns to see Steve, looking worried. His stomach twists when he realizes that he’s worried about him.

“Oh, yeah, sorry, just…needed a second,” he laughs, waving it off. He’s so tired he can’t be bothered with his usual theatrics. “Do you have a glass I can use? I need some water.”

The younger man grabs one from one of the many kitchen cabinets, filling it with water before holding it out. Eddie takes it, surprised when it feels heavy in his hand. He takes two sips, but the second it’s gone down his throat, nausea wells up inside of him.

“Do you mind if I just hang out here for a bit? I’m uh, I’m really hot,” he knows he sounds dumb, he’s only been outside for a little over three hours, but god, he feels like his whole body is on fire.

“Oh, yeah of course. I mean, you are wearing jeans,” Steve jokes. “Your shoulders are pretty red too, probably got a little burned,” the ex-swim captain notices.

“Yeah, thanks man. Promise not to like..snoop, or anything. Kind of just want to sit for a few minutes.”

His head is throbbing at his temple, and he’s still sweating, but the AC is making him shiver as the sweat turns cold on his neck and hairline. The water in his stomach isn’t sitting well, every time he shifts it feels like it’s sloshing everywhere. He swallows and gives Steve a smile.

“It’s no problem. Hell, you could snoop and I wouldn’t care. Not like there’s much here anyway.”

The way the man says it makes Eddie’s chest hurt, knowing Steve’s asshole parents have everything to do with his tone.

“Don’t challenge me Harrington, I’m sure I could find something to tease you about.”

With a huff and eye roll that looks nothing but amused, Steve heads back outside and Eddie sits at the large kitchen table, slumping forward. Once again, he presses his hands into his eyes, brushing curls away from his sunburnt face. God he feels like shit, and he doesn’t know why. It’s hit him out of nowhere, but every second he’s starting to feel worse. Standing up slowly for fear of making himself worse, Eddie shuffles over to one of the two couches sitting in the living room, laying himself down and hoping he’s not getting the nice piece of furniture dirty.

A cool hand is on his face. The curly haired man leans into it, his head feeling like it might split in two. His whole body feels drained and the nausea from earlier isn’t any better. Forcing himself to open his eyes, Robin’s crouched down next to him, eyebrows knit together. Her hand is still on his cheek, and he blinks.

“Hey, you’re kind of like, burning up. Are you okay?”

Eddie is suddenly hyper aware that his striped shirt is soaked with sweat. He feels shaky and sick and dizzy even though he’s not moving.

“Uhm…s’hot,” he slurs, body feeling like it’s burning from the inside out.

Shifting uncomfortably, Eddie can hear other people in the kitchen, rambunctious and laughing. He’s not sure what time it is, but it’s still light outside so he can’t have been out for very long. His eyes shut involuntarily, but open quickly when Robin shakes him.

“Don’t fall asleep, I think something is wrong. You’re really pale Eddie,” she bites at her lip. “Stay right here, I’ll be right back.”

The man wants to reassure her, but he can’t find the right words, his head feels fuzzy when he tries to search for the right thing. He watches her go, then tries to sit up, feeling weak like the time he’d had the flu. After a moment of struggling, he sits up, dizziness assaulting him. Fuck.

Eddie needs to pee. It’s like his bladder just filled up and if he doesn’t go now, he’s going to piss himself. Feeling antsy, he stands, and then halfway through walking through Steve’s living room, an odd sensation sweeps through him. It’s an out of body experience, like everything gets far away in a non-fun way, not like when he smokes weed. No, this is uncomfortable and feels so…wrong. He stops walking, tries to say something, but then his eyes roll into the back of his head and he collapses.

#my fic #st #em #sh #the party #nw #rb #he

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fizzingwizard · 11 months

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On my way home from work today I found a lavender wallet with a key inside. I had groceries and couldn't wait around too long, and it was an area with only parking lots and no people in sight, so I decided to take it to the nearest police station.

After walking a few blocks, I came to a park with lots of kids that is very near the police station. I was walking holding the wallet out, hoping the owner might see it, but nope. However, there was one kid who caught my eye. She was dressed very brightly and I kind of had the feeling she was swerving toward me and then running away. But she never actually looked at me, and she was skipping and running and going all over the place. I really had this pull that said "it's her wallet," but I couldn't justify why I thought so? So I decided it was just better to keep going to the police and let them handle it. The girl disappeared then anyway.

Took about ten min to get to the station, where the police took aaaaaall my info x'D Actually scared me a little, like did they think there had been money and I took it? Fortunately the wallet was very small and couldn't have held more than loose change anyway. They were nice, I don't think they suspected me, didn't even have any "foreigner!!!" panic haha. They took out a map of the entire town so I could place the exact corner where I found the wallet. Then they told me that if no one claimed it after some time, I could have the wallet and key. I was like "Um, thanks, but I have no use for a key to something that I don't know what it is." Then they asked if they could give my info to the owner in case they wanted to thank me. I said "sure" in as noncommittal way as possible and added that no thanks were necessary. They finally let me go home.

Minutes later, I'm walking past the same park, and the colorful girl and a friend come walking by. The friend is in the middle of saying, "So since you don't have your key..." I stopped, turned to them and said, "Are you looking for a key?" They nodded. "A purple one?" More nods. "Go to the police station!!" They both took off at top speed. I was gonna leave them to it, but I heard the boy telling the girl the station was "this way!" so I decided to make sure they actually made it. (Their friendship was so cute ;_;) They did, and I gave thumbs up to the officer so he hopefully will have no reason to make me talk on the phone lol.

I just think it's so funny/weird that I totally knew the wallet belonged to that girl. It's hard to express it well if you weren't there, but really there was no reason for me to think it was hers. She wasn't near where I found it and she didn't look lost, upset, or like she was searching for something. She didn't even seem interested in me - I've just never seen her before around here, so I think maybe that's why she stuck out to me. It's just so weird that I almost, almost called out to her by myself, but didn't because it just didn't make sense and I didn't want to seem like a creep (although now I realize that was totally overthinking it - asking a kid "is this wallet yours?" in broad daylight in a busy park isn't gonna scare anyone). I feel like I had a sixth sense about that kid haha.

I felt a little silly for going all the way to the police and then having the mattered resolved in minutes, but it's a good story anyway! The police got a little variety in their day too, they got do some good, meet a foreigner, and also some cute kids ahahah. When I left them the officers were taking the kids' info the same way they took mine xP adorbs

#fizz's life

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 2 years

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If I throw virtual cookies at you, will you gift me with a bit of Ten x Lucian? 🍪

Okay!

Here's a little something of them in the more modern era, or at least in the late 20th century, haha.

On with the fic!

"Oh, I recognize that face anywhere!" The Doctor beamed when he spotted one of the few faces he could happily say he's seen multiple times in nearly a thousand years.

He probably shouldn't call attention to Lucian, but it's broad daylight here in Austria, and the Doctor hadn't heard anything about any mysterious deaths and such in the area, so maybe this is just Lucian on business? The lycan turned, surprised to see the Doctor, but he smiled anyway, walking over to his old friend (and lover).

"Doctor, I honestly was not expecting to run into you around here. I didn't even know you were in the area." Lucian greeted, giving the Doctor's hand a shake. They didn't hug, at least not in places like this.

"Ah, just stopped by for a quick trip around old places I haven't been to in a while. Well, in the modern age at least, also, there's this lovely chocolate shop that's here in the city I need to get some nibbles from, promised a friend of mine I'd let her try some when they were at their best."

At this point in time, the Doctor was traveling with a new companion, Donna, but she was back in London in her time at the moment, spending some time with her grandfather and mother. Sylvia didn't want the Doctor near the house during the visit, so he thought he'd get Donna a treat he'd owed her for a few weeks now!

And now there's a bonus Lucian in the mix, how wonderful!

"What're you doing here?" The Doctor asked. "Wolfy business or... personal stuff?"

"Ah." Lucian said, frowning. Ah, wolfy business. "I'm meeting with someone here in the city tonight, he wishes to show me some plans he has for advancements in weaponry."

The Doctor must have shown his great disapproval for this very clearly on his face because Lucian winced. "Now love, it's nothing too dangerous. It's more for protection than anything else."

"You know my feelings on guns, Lucian."

"I never said they were guns."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow and Lucian sighed. "My source is looking into distraction weapons, allowing for cleaner escapes for us, less... death, in a sense."

Alright, that was better, and the Doctor let him know that. "Well, that's depressing news, at least spend some time checking out the city! Beautiful place here, lots of history and little shops! Oh, I do love a little shop, especially if there are postcards for sale. Can't go wrong with a good post card, says you've been here!"

Lucian looked at him and smiled with a small, tired sigh. "Your mood switches are not something one will ever get used to, my Doctor."

"Ah, but that's how I keep people on their toes." The Doctor grinned. "I'm sure you've got time to spare before having to go and meet with your source. Wanna tour the city with me? We could make it a date!"

"Well, it has been some time since we've last been together... alright, but I do have to leave around seven, when the sun has set."

"Gotcha, don't worry, I'm great with time! You'll be there with time to spare!"

"Doctor, I've seen how you are with meet ups, I'm not quite sure there will be time to spare."

"Wait, what's that supposed to mean?! I'm great with time, Time Lord, remember? It's in the name!"

#lucian x tenth doctor #john's drabbles #good omens extended universe

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igniferous · 2 years

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"We're supposed to be sparing, but I'm starting to feel bad seeing you with a bloody nose, covered in dust... if I'm too distracting, I can have one of the knights step in so you can properly get back in the groove of things, I know it has been a while--" It wasn't meant to sound teasing or condescending, there was genuine concern in his voice, but the minute the words left his mouth he knew his afternoon was done for. Myles grabs the end of his shirt, the small of his stomach showing in the hot afternoon sun as he dabs a bit of sweat from his face with a sigh. "...Or should we go through the drill again?"

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A STRAINED HUFF seems the only immediate response to be offered Myles’ concerns, in lack of a better rebuttal. Wolfram would be the first to admit, however many years spent sparring on a near daily basis, that his area of expertise did not, and never had extended to combat quite this intimate unrefined. An odd afternoon activity to so readily and adamantly be in favor of indulging, for anybody who knew him well, and it would be a bold - faced lie to claim his motives stopped at a mere hardheaded competitiveness or any sort of need to prove himself capable.

Matted hair robbed of its shine clings unpleasantly to his forehead and a scraped elbow presses hard against the ground, yet his disheveled state of defeat offers the very best angle for a glowering gaze to look his partner up and down with a most bizarre combination of impressed, frustrated, enamored, spiteful awe, among other things. In an ideal world, Myles would be too preoccupied preaching his unsolicited little lecture to pick up on the most UNSAVORY filth flashing through his mind unbidden, all the while. Too distracting. If he’s too distracting, he says, the vigorous freak flaunting the gall to go exposing his midriff in broad daylight.

It’s true, but it’s unseemly for a Prince to speak so loudly of it.

〝 h - heh . . . heheh . . . . . . 〞 If Wolfram sounds in any way questionably delirious he’d have no issue blaming it on the heat and prolonged exposure to the beaming sunlight, fine gravel hot to the touch as he pushes back to his feet not for the first time. 〝 No, no, you— you are going to shut your smug mouth and keep— the knights out of our private business, 〞 Some of the authority meant to inhabit his tone likely falls flat when spoken between puffs of breath, regardless of how strictly any one index finger may be pointed, 〝 and we are going — one more time. 〞

#⑊「 ic #⑊「 dried ink on burnt parchment ◜ ( letters )#hhemeraa #I’m StArTiNg To FeEl BaD why don’t you roughhouse me about it until i’m seething mad and secretly-not-secretly starstruck (flirtatiously)

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valleyrunearchives · 2 years

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Weightless (The Leap of a Jade Rabbit)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Chapters 3/?

Midoriya Izuku stopped believing in heroes when a tragedy occurred in his life. When at the tender age of 11, he lost everything that was everything dear to him, everything that was worth living for. Yet he doesn’t give up. He can’t give up. He decides to make a choice instead. No longer will he stand around and wait for the heroes to arrive while a crime goes down. He’ll be his own hero and a hero to those who are just like him. Those waiting for help that will never arrive. In order to do that, though, he’ll have to fight to survive and lie through his teeth. It won’t be so bad!

After all, it’s not like they can bring him in for vigilantism and Illegal Quirk Usage when he doesn’t even have a quirk, right?

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Izuku leans against the wall of a coffee shop in downtown Musutafu. Normally he wouldn't be hanging out in plain sight for so long in broad daylight. But it's a Tuesday and Tuesdays mean-

"Sup Nerd," an ashy blonde moves to lean up against the wall beside him. Katsuki Bakugou, his old turned new again childhood friend.

He smiles softly, "Hey Kacchan. How's Auntie Mitsuki?"

"The hag's fucking fine," the other boy scoffs before it drops into a far softer tone, "She asked if I had heard from you again."

"What'd you tell her?" He asked, matching the tone of his voice.

The other pre-teen shrugs, "That I saw you last week but that you were too busy with your foster family to come over and that they still wouldn't get you a fucking cell phone for some shitty ass reason."

He hates that Katsuki technically has to lie to his mother about him. It's for the best though. They, all of Katsuki’s family, don't know that Izuku is homeless. He knows that the Bakugou family would happily let him have a room with them if they knew but he just can't rely on them. Katsuki wants to be a hero and Izuku just can't trust heroes anymore. Childhood friend or no.

Looking at the other boy, he can't help but remember their reunion a couple months ago. It had been month number 7 of being on the streets after the money to pay for the old apartment ran out; Nearly 11 months since that fateful day that seemed like a lifetime ago. He had been worrying about what he was going to find to eat and how he was going to bandage a wound he received the night before. He was out of his medical supplies that he got from a charity network last month and money was lower than he would’ve liked it to be. The criminals in the area he worked in stopped carrying cash on them for a while.

"Hey! Hey! Nerd! Stop fucking walking!" A voice had called out.

He was so deep in thought, it didn't even register that the voice was calling out to him. The voice called out again, "I know you fucking heard me! So stop walking! I just want to fucking talk to you! C'mon nerd, stop!"

He scoffed at what he thought was probably some kind of domestic or friendly dispute. That is until a hand grabbed his arm in a vice grip with a cry of, "Izuku!"

Izuku is ashamed to admit that his initial reaction to the grab and scream of his first name was to try and punch whoever it was that had hold of him. He's glad his reflexes ramped back down quickly enough that he didn't do that. He can't imagine what the ensuing conversation would've been if he had punched his old childhood friend in the face. Regardless, his mind had recognized the near frantic red eyes that belonged to the hand that had grabbed him.

After they had both calmed down a bit, they moved into the very coffee shop they're leaning against. Katsuki had been worried in his own Katsuki way, angry and yelling the whole time. He easily dissuaded Katsuki from coming "home" with him to check on him and his home life. He stated that after the tragedy a nice foster family took him in but that he's got pretty strict rules and curfews to follow. Katsuki looked upset at that, a far cry from the boy who called him 'A Useless Deku' once after he was diagnosed quirkless then never spoke to him ever again until now once the bullying started up because of his hurtful sentence. He never joined in but never helped to try and stop it either.

So they made a deal for Katsuki's peace of mind. Tuesdays after school were their day. They met up at the same coffee shop and just spoke about how their lives were going. Izuku was careful not to reveal too much information about his "super nice foster family." Too much information is too big of a chance to mix it up if asked again which leads to being caught in a lie. He can't risk Katsuki getting suspicious.

"Have you been here long?" Katsuki asks him.

"Nah. Just got here from school not too long ago," he lies easily.

Katsuki nods in acceptance. He's so lucky the other boy is so naïve when it comes to social situations. Not that Katsuki wasn’t smart, far from it, but he just has no social awareness when it comes to things like this. If he wasn’t so socially inept, he would've figured out that Izuku was wearing the exact same hoodie as last week with the same coffee stain on it he got last week. And that there's no way he would've been able to go home, change into clearly casual, and get here before Katsuki if he actually lived where he told the other boy. Aldera was closer to the coffee shop, after all, and Katsuki always came right after school since he was always still in his uniform.

"So… coffee?" He asks Katsuki. He then holds up a handful of yen, "I got my allowance the other day so I'll pay!"

Katsuki really doesn't need to know his "allowance" was actually some money he… liberated from a couple of criminals last night. It’s not stealing if it was going to be forfeited with their arrest anyway, right?

Katsuki grins widely, "Oh fuck yeah! How much are we allowed to get?"

"At least as much as I've got in my hand right now, if you want. Just don't eat me out of all my allowance, Kacchan!"

Seriously, don't. He's planning on using some of it to get some non perishables as well as hopefully a new pair of shoes. His current ones are starting to get holes worn into the soles of them. The two head in and hop in line behind the others. Katsuki asks him in an odd moment of small talk how his school is going. Izuku does what he does best these days and lies. Says school is going well but that he doesn't make a lot of friends because people tend to stay away. He can tell that Katsuki makes an assumption on why that is, a certain status that he can't help or avoid, but he doesn't say anything out loud. It's not like it would be a wrong one.

They order their preferred drinks and snacks, with Izuku paying for both of them, then head over to sit at one of the booths nearest to the door. It's silent for a moment as they settle in and start eating their snacks, some kind of donut for Katsuki and a blueberry muffin for Izuku. Izuku is halfway through his muffin when Katsuki speaks again, “So do you still do your analyzing shit or whatever?”

It takes him a minute to figure out what Katsuki is talking about. He hasn’t called it that, aloud or otherwise, in quite some time. “Oh! My hero analysis for the future notebooks?” Katsuki grunts in an affirmative around another mouthful of donut. Izuku shrugs, “Sometimes. I don’t get to go out and see hero fights very much anymore. Videos are good but not as helpful as in person observation especially if you don’t have a phone to watch them on in the first place. My foster family doesn’t really let me go watch in person anymore. They say it's too dangerous.” Katsuki nods as if it's the most logical thing in the world. Honestly, it's nothing but another lie to Izuku’s list.

In the reality of things, he doesn’t use them in that capacity anymore. He uses them to track which limelight heroes he’s able to engage with without fear of being turned in and which ones he should avoid when he comes across their daylight patrols. He uses them to track all the patrols for the underground heroes and how they separate their districts which are different from limelight heroes and rotate so that villains don’t figure out a pattern. Luckily, he’s smarter than any villain they’ve ever run into. He also uses them to learn the cryptic coding the undergrounders leave in notes on the unfortunate souls they catch; So he can mimic their secret language whenever he subdues a criminal. It was practically child’s play for him to figure it out!

He’s fairly certain one of the underground heroes even got a raise simply because Izuku noticed his numbers weren’t as high as the other undergrounders. So he… contributed a few of his own catches to his score using his specific ciphers that week; Making it seem like the guy was just paying more attention to his patrol routes than he normally did.

At least that’s what he talked about when Izuku happened to be eavesdropping nearby on him and another pro who he happened to cross paths with a few nights later. He almost laughed aloud when the guy told his companion that he didn’t remember making that many captures that week nor did he recognize the names or quirks of some of the arrested. He had even entertained the thought that he might have been capturing villains in his sleep unknowingly! Hilarious!

Izuku mentally digresses and takes a sip of his coffee. Katsuki finishes his donut in another bite. He wipes the crumbs off on his pants leg instead of his napkin. Normally it would really bug Izuku to watch someone do that. But this is Katsuki. He’s been watching the boy nervously wipe his palms on his legs since they were practically babies. He knows it’s a nervous tick of his; A habit he just can’t seem to shake in an effort to keep himself grounded under the stress of the world.

The two talk a bit longer about various topics. Well, Izuku talks. Katsuki responds in either grunts or small one sentence responses with at least one or two cuss words involved. He occasionally asks his own questions or starts a new topic of discussion on his own. It's not often though. It's fairly normal for their Tuesday meetups really. About an hour later, they get up and head out of the cafe. Izuku turns to head down the street when Katsuki calls out a soft, “Hey nerd?”

He’s being far quieter than normal. Quiet is never a good sign for Bakugou Katsuki. He turns back to the blond pre-teen with a small yet genuine smile. The taller boy reaches out and claps a surprisingly gentle hand on his shoulder, “Could you… maybe find a way to come visit soon? The old hag and my old man are really fucking worried about how you’re doing. It would make them feel a hell of a lot better to see that you’re doing alright in person. Please?”

Oh no. He tries his best not to wince at the rising feelings inside him. Bakugou Katsuki brought out the please. It might as well be the end of the world. Izuku makes a mental note to mark down the calendar for a special occasion. Then he smiles even wider at the other boy, “I’ll try my best Kacchan! Promise! In the meantime, tell Auntie and Uncle that I miss them and love them!”

Part of him wants to move in for a hug, just to maybe get a bit of human warmth and comfort that he hasn’t had in quite some time, but another part knows it may not be welcomed. Or even a good idea. Getting Katsuki up in his personal space might alert him to things that only Izuku knows. He’d really rather keep it that only Izuku knows those things. It’s for the best right now if he stays as distant as possible without alerting the other to anything suspicious. Perhaps in the future, things will be different and he can finally open up to him. If not, oh well. That thought doesn’t hurt as much as it first did. Izuku’s very grateful for that.

The two boys give their farewells with various degrees of enthusiasm. Izuku’s with false cheer; Katsuki’s gruff and full of underlying worry. They then head in opposite directions. Katsuki went back towards his warm and safe home and thought Izuku was doing the same on the other side of town. Izuku left for his hiding place from the world, knowing it was another lie that was chained to him.

All those chains are such a heavy burden to bear. But bear it he must.

#vigilante izuku #izuku midoryia #homeless izuku midoriya #bnha #bnha fanfic #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfic #mha fanfiction

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Luxury Villas In Bachupally | Saket Bhusatva

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Nord CE 2 Lite 5G review

The Nord CE 2 Lite 5G suffers from Classic OnePlus problems, but is a good buy in the price segment. Unless you want to go for a lightweight phone

OnePlus had the perfect strategy to enter a segmented smartphone market. When the company started, it created a novelty item with an invitation-only purchase and low prices beating the flagship segment. Slowly, it began including more people in the fray and by the seventh iteration of its flagship, the company was well set to upend the big players. It had created a niche for itself, with the like of Marques Brownlee swearing by the brand. Over time, chinks have started to appear in its approach. The mid-segment categories haven’t worked as well and the higher ones are nowhere near the competition. There seems to be a gradual weaning off.

The new Nord CE 2 is a bridge between the two worlds: the old and the new.

Design

One thing that OnePlus hasn’t tinkered with over the years is the standard design of the phones and that is more characteristic of the Nord series. It is much akin to iPhone’s SE series. The bezels are visible but limited. The phone is heavier than you would expect, it’s got a simple bar design, with a camera bump at the back. The bump is not as pronounced, so on flat surfaces the phone is stable. The plastic has a matte quality, but the camera adjacent area is textured and flashy. Personally, not a favourite. The gradation looks nice, but texturing is a problem. There is a power button the right, which also doubles up as a fingerprint scanner. The placement is perfect, even for someone with small hands. On the left, there are volume buttons, again well within reach. OnePlus has done well to provide a both headphone jack and a USB Type C point. The fingerprint scanner on the side is fast and very responsive and better than most on screen scanners.

Screen

The front camera is prominent on the screen, with a cut out on the side and a halo around it. Noticeable at first, it eventually fades into the user experience. Nord has done an excellent job with its phone screens, and this is no exception. The refresh rate goes till 120hz (variable, of course) and the brightness is good.

The colours are pronounced. There was some spots that created a problem, but overall the screen worked well for viewing videos. Auto adjustment of brightness takes some time, but that can be fixed with a software patch. At night, the screen light was a bit bright for my preference, but otherwise compared to the competition Nord performs better.

Camera

With time camera setups have got more complicated. There are three rear cameras, a main with 64 MP 1.7 aperture; a depth assist 2 MP with 2.4 aperture and a macro lens with same specifications as the depth camera. The actual quality is good in broad daylight with OnePlus specific issues. Colours are too pronounced and there is too much smoothening. The depth cameras do end up doing the intended job, but do not come up to the mark. The zoom leads to a lot of pixelation. The front camera has a similar problem of colour correction and smoothening.

Battery life

This is where the thickness of the phone and the 5000mAh battery life comes to the rescue. In medium operations, one and a half day is an easy battery life for the phone, can even stretch further to near about two days. Heavy use and gaming will reduce it down to a day to night charge. The GPS obliterated 11 per cent battery in an hour. There were no heating issues though, which was welcome.

User experience and performance

Oxygen OS is one of the best OS’ in the business and OnePlus has done justice with the install. The OS is fairly clean with very little bloatware, not the one you would go around removing from the phone. The transitions are smooth. The Shelf was an irritating feature, but you can switch that off. Performance wise, the phone had little throttling. The Snapdragon 695 works well for multiple tasks, but there were issues when you put too much burden on the phone. For a mid-range device, the processor works well, I would suggest the 8GB version and not the 6GB one.

Price

At Rs 24,999, OnePlus Nord CE 23 lite is priced in a sweet spot of mid-range phones. A few discounts and the phone is a good buy for those in the market, unless you are looking for a lightweight device.

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One More

Genshin makes my imagination vibrate pleasantly. I just want to give Kaeya a reason to make me go “Oh?” cause he’s not even my one of my favs. But the sheer sex appeal coming from that man is dangerous.

Characters: Kaeya Alberich (Genshin Impact) x Reader Warnings: Yandere, Groping, Innuendos, Alcohol, Aphrodisiacs, Insults

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“Hey there, Sweetheart. What’s bringing you to the tavern so late at night?”

You had barely entered Angel’s Share and sat down at the bar before hearing the ever-so chipper voice of the cavalry captain drawing closer. There was nothing strange about meeting Kaeya here after a long day of work, but you and Charles exchanged a glance, the bartender sighing deeply. “I’ve only served him two drinks so far,” he explained, and you couldn’t help but think that was already one too many.

But who were you to say no to the Kaeya?

Perhaps better than anyone, Kaeya knew about the little game you two were playing. The always so icy shoulder you gave him as he continued to pressure you with his flirts was only making him want you so much more. You couldn’t count the number of times he had stopped you in the headquarters, pinned you between him and the wall - in broad daylight nonetheless - asking how you’re doing and if you need help with anything. You. Were. Sick of it! If he wanted a child to play father for, he could ask Klee to hang out with him! You, on the other hand, were a remarkable knight, trusted enough with complicated orders that - luckily! - kept you out of the city for a prolonged time so you could avoid him.

It only was hard when you weren’t on duty. Or in the city. Or close to him.

That’s when he became frisky, rather needy too.

Kaeya brushed his face from the left side of your head to the right, taking a deep breath. If it wasn’t known that you two reached back all the way to your training days, anyone would have raised an eyebrow. But most of the other guards were able to brush off his weirdness for affectionate friendship. It was almost like only you could see behind the farce, and perhaps his estranged brother. Not like Diluc had been any help to you, though, aside from breaking Kaeya off you once or twice when he was around and noticing your discomfort.

Taking up the stool beside you, there was no prior question if the seat was taken. A rather empty keg arrived with Kaeya at the bar, and he briefly tapped the rim until Charles fished for another bottle of alcohol to fill it up with. One could say Kaeya and a drink were a good mix, but to you, they were a terrible combination. Drinking made him bold. Unrestrained even.

Even though he offered his keg to you, you merely looked away, sipping at your own glass, one you much rather preferred to the brew he drank his night away with. Grinning, he instead took a hearty sip, leaning against the counter leisurely as he watched the bards perform near the entrance, but you didn’t miss even a single glance he sent your way every few seconds.

It was very unfortunate that you liked Angel’s Share for its drinks best; otherwise, you’d have had a good reason to avoid the establishment. But at the same time, you couldn’t let Kaeya direct all of your life. It was no state that you shouldn’t do what you enjoyed just because he could be there, and yet, you considered it.

“So, how was your mission? I’ve been missing your skills at training.”

“It was fine,” you answered curtly, uninterested in the conversation he initiated. There weren’t many people you talked to when you came back to Mondstadt. Somehow… it had always been hard for you to make friends with the other knights. Part of you suspected Kaeya being a reason why no one seemed to want to hang around, forcing you to spend most of your training with him since no one was willing to spar with you. Then again, you never had any evidence to confirm your suspicion, just like with many other phenomena you experienced over the years.

More than once had there been instances where your orders had been withdrawn just when you came close to solving the problems, often with the excuses that you were still too inexperienced or needed somewhere else. It had been so hard to raise in the ranks while Kaeya seemed to make leaps forward without a worry, but at least, you managed to secure your place now--one far away from the cavalry captain.

Sighing, Kaeya turned around to face the counter again, plopping his arm around your shoulders. Uncomfortably, you rolled your joints, but he instead pulled you closer to him, the smell of alcohol drafting off his lips as he spoke. “No need to play coy. You know you can tell me the truth. Didn’t you miss being home? I’m sure cleaning up those camps must have been exhausting!”

Missed being with me? seemed to be the words he wanted to say, but he packaged them in a way he knew they’d actually affect you. Kaeya had always been clever enough to poke the places that hurt. Of course, you missed home. You’d miss it more if not for him, but you had your family here, your siblings and parents that you’d like to see more often. But there was no chance with how much Kaeya liked to interfere in it. As if he was already part of your family, inviting himself and always showing up unannounced to hang out.

“‘Twas okay,” you replied after a moment of thought.

“Well, I missed you,” he chuckled before taking another sip of his keg. “I missed you sooo much!”

That was enough for you, brushing his arm off roughly before turning on your stool to leave. You knew even finding another space to sit wouldn’t spare you from him, and if you ended up in a less crowded area, you didn’t want to imagine what he’d do. “Aw, come on,” you heard behind you as he gripped your arm, making you stop. “I get it, I get it, you’re tired. But you can’t be tired enough not to drink one more with your old pal, right?”

With his voice rising in volume, you two finally gained some attention, and you instantly felt a rush of embarrassment as you stared into quite a few pairs of perplex eyes. Kaeya might have been eccentric, but he was well-liked nonetheless. Causing a scene had never worked well for you, and since you were already deemed an outsider, you’d only catapult yourself more into the shadows if any rumors spread after you left.

Clicking your tongue, you tore yourself out of his grip before sitting back on your chair again, holding up your finger. “One more. Only one more.”

“Of course,” Kaeya grinned, getting his will once again. “Only one.”

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Hot lips brushing against each other, you had no better way to describe your state of being other than burning. For someone so cool and with an icy skill, Kaeya was not even close to being cold and reserved when it came to touching you. With a smile displayed on his mouth whenever he wasn’t using it to tease you, you could barely remember how you two ended up making out in one of the backstreets of Mondstadt. His hands were seemingly everywhere, and at the same time, lingered at the spots that created an audible cue from you when he squeezed them.

“You’re so sensitive,” he noted as you hung in his arms, hands currently squeezing your ass from your thighs upwards. “That’s good, I like that.”

“Fucker,” you merely cursed back. “You only said one more drink! I feel like shit! What the hell was that?”

“On the contrary, you feel amazing,” he ignored your questions, pushing his leg between yours as he pressed you closer to the cold stone wall behind you. A welcome sensation, giving you back some of your senses as the chill helped to calm your heated body. “I fucking hate you, Kaeya,” you confessed drunkenly, but the time was as good as any to say it.

“Ouch,” he brushed it off with a chuckle. “Are you sure? Your body grinding against mine is giving me very different vibes, Darling.”

Next thing, he was back in your mouth, his tongue roaming and keeping yours busy as you slung your arms around him. “You’re so stupid and mean, always testing everyone. You’re probably the reason everyone is avoiding me too, and you don’t let off no matter how much I tell you to leave me alone!”

“Mhm,” he hummed as his lips wandered down your neck, making you stretch it out for him so he could reach better. “And now... I don’t even know! You drugged me?!”

A soft laugh escaped him before you felt a suck at your collarbone, followed by the wet sensation of a tongue tasting your skin. “Bingo, Baby. Lisa really wanted to know what would happen if someone drank this potion and you were all too eager to get it down your throat-”

“To get away from you!” you interrupted him.

“Whatever.”

Finally, Kaeya came up on eye level again, the two of you staring at each other for a moment in silence.

“Whatever?” you questioned, confused by his reaction.

“Yeah, whatever. I think kissing you made me swallow at least, hm... half of it too. Even if we wanted to, we wouldn’t be able to stop now, don’t you think?”

One of the most disgusting grins you had ever seen on the face of a person played around his lips as he pressed up to you, uniting you two in another kiss. Of course, you could stop it! You could, and you would right now. After all, you had allowed it to go on for far too long now! Pressing your hands into his shoulders, Kaeya let out a soft sigh against your lips, his uncovered eye closed as he enjoyed the affection. “One more,” he mumbled as he kissed you again and again, feverishly and impatiently. “I’ve been waiting forever to do this.”

With the excitement of a teenage boy, his hands roamed your body, pulling out the shirt from your trousers to lodge themselves beneath it. Skillful fingertips drew patterns over your skin, up your spine, and down your sides until you were gasping and shivering in his grasp. “Good,” he sighed against your lips, unbothered by you still trying to push him away, only ever flinching as he groped you. “Don’t you already know it? How much you drive me crazy? It’s only fair I drive you crazy too.”

“What the fuck are you even talking about--” you tried to contradict him. But Kaeya was quick to muffle your voice with another deep kiss. Intentionally or not, he met one of your sensitive spots as he explored you, causing a hitched moan to escape you, followed by a satisfied grunt from him. “I’ve been waiting for so long, I can’t have you take it from me now,” he breathed out huskily.

“I’ll scream!” you threatened him. “Let me go now, Kaeya!”

“Ah-ah,” he rebuked you, one of his hands being freed of groping-duty to cover your mouth. “No one’s going to take you away from me now either. Come one, be good, okay?”

Waiting for the right moment, Kaeya couldn’t endure your angry stare for very long before falling into soft laughter. “All right, all right,” he chuckled before leaning forward brushing his lips against his hand. “One more kiss, okay? I will leave you alone after that.”

Furrowing your brows even more, he interpreted you shaking your head as a ‘no’, letting out a long, “Aww…”

“Only one more, pretty please?”

You had to give it to him: persistency was something he didn’t lack. It felt like shooting into your own foot, but part of you just wanted it to be over. You two had kissed so much up till now; how much worse would one more be? And if he let you go afterwards, you could definitely endure it. Lifting up your hand to yank his from your mouth, Kaeya didn’t expect you to take the initiative, looking at you perplexed as you leaned forward to kiss him. No one ever taught you how to kiss, and without his directions, you weren’t actually sure on how any of it worked, but he didn’t seem to mind, humming a pleased tune before returning your awkward smooches.

When was a kiss one kiss? When the lips parted? After the first initial touch? Kaeya’s definition was two minutes of continuous connection between you two, only briefly drawing back for air but never without upholding the contact by biting and pulling on your lip or having your tongue following his out of your mouth into the cold night. He gripped your head tightly in his palms, not allowing you to get away. Only when he let go did you fall back hard against the wall as you two finally broke apart, and you hadn’t noticed how much he had held you up.

The rich flavor of alcohol on your tongue and his scent in your nose didn’t help with getting a clear mind, but nothing about you made sense anymore. Now that he had let you fall back and away from him, you felt even hotter than before, your body clearly bothered by the lack of stimulation. What part of ‘I wanted none of this’ did you not understand yourself? At least by the throbbing in your abdomen, you could tell that whatever kind of potion he had given to you definitely wasn’t a fun experience, but all the more potent.

“Hurts, huh?” he laughed across from you. “Oh, fuck off,” you mustered to say, but the pain was obvious by your expression. You were barely able to keep yourself up properly.

“I’d offer my help, but you made it clear you didn’t want it.” The situation must have been really funny to him, only agitating you more. If it at least hadn’t been Kaeya, you might have accepted help, but you knew you’d have to get yourself home now all by yourself in a state of constant heat with no way to resolve it.

“You caused all of this! You should at least take responsibility without taking advantage of the situation!”

Pushing yourself away from the wall, you decided it was time to step away. There was no use in talking with Kaeya, but the moment your support dwindled, you noticed how wobbly your legs felt, barely capable of holding you up. What had you trained all these years for if a mere potion could make you so incredibly weak? Before you could get back to the wall, one knee gave away, making you sink to the ground where you could barely catch yourself with your hands.

“It’s really working you hard, isn’t it?” you heard him speak down from above. Squatting to your level, you felt his hand slide through your hair before gripping and lifting your head to face him. “Tell you what: If you ask nicely, I’ll help you. Can’t promise you’ll wake up in your bed tomorrow morning, but a bed nonetheless, wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Fuck you,” you hissed back, and he shook his head, disappointed.

“Try again.”

What choices did you have? Risk the little bit of reputation you still had by being found in the morning, disheveled and drunk from the night before? The knights absolutely hated anything that would ruin their pristine prestige, so much even you knew. You had worked so hard to get where you were, could you really risk all of it? “... please,” escaped you before you could think it through further.

“What was that?” he teased you, and you wondered why he could still be so clear even after drinking much more than you did and having had a taste of the potion from your lips. “Please help me get home.”

This time, he laughed out loud, obviously amused by how pitiful you had to behave to please him. “One more time. Say it one more time, and say it nice.”

Frustrated, you wished you could have punched him in the face, but you only bit your lip, taking a deep breath before complying. “Please, Kaeya. I need your help to get home. Please help me home!”

Embarrassment was all you could think about as he conditioned you to do as he wanted, but finally, after you did what Kaeya demanded, he petted your head, leaning forward to kiss your forehead before reaching under your arms to pull you up. “Look at you, all cute and begging me for help.”

Quickly being lifted from the ground, you found your new halt by gripping into his shoulders tightly and wrapping your legs around his waist as he held you in front of him. “You’re so adorable!” he chuckled as you clung to him much more in fear of him letting you fall than because you wanted it. He seemed to have similar thoughts, giving you a bit of a scare as he let go of you, having you hang from him by only your own strength, which you didn’t trust anymore. But just as quickly, your horrified expression made him laugh, and he gave your rear a teasing slap. Lucky for you, Kaeya didn’t make you fear any longer, embracing you back and allowing you to sink against him more as he started to make his way through the streets of Mondstadt. From an onlooker’s point of view, it might have seemed like you jumped him out of joy, but really, you clung on as if your life depended on it while Kaeya seemingly enjoyed the hug.

“Just get me home, you Asshole,” you grumbled, but your insults didn’t do any damage to his good mood. “Sure, I’ll get you home,” he replied chipper, but you already had bad thoughts as you heard that.

“At least, the place I call ‘home’,” he confirmed your suspicion, and inwardly, you already admitted defeat even as you punched your fist into his shoulder.

“You know how it is,” he brushed it off lightly, patting your backside while he climbed the stairs towards the headquarters with seemingly no effort.

“I can never refuse you or leave you be. I adore you way too much.”

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i feel like Gotham is like Night Vale in the sense that weird shit happens on the daily so when a bad guy with a weird name and a weird costume takes the mayor hostage and dangles him over a building demanding 5 million dollars, people just barely bat an eye and just wonder if they’re gonna need to hold the elections earlier than planned again.

like, it’s typical Gotham, it’s dark and gloomy and gives off gothic vibes and there are gargoyles on literally every building and lightning strikes for no apparent reason, and Gothamites are just used to it while outsiders just go ???? the fuck is wrong with y’all????

the newspaper’s front page will read “Bane seen destroying the elementary school downtown: 25 confirmed dead” and people will just be like, “huh guess the PTA meeting’s been cancelled.” and go about their day. the death toll in Gotham is a couple hundred on a good week.

insurance policies are weird in Gotham, and there are some weird and sometimes very specific laws that citizens must abide to. insurance ads take some getting used to.

[montage of Batman dropping Clayface onto a car, said car exploding in a million pieces, scene cut to a person standing shocked, their car keys in hand] [green geico appears] “GEICO could help you save 15% or more on car insurance”

[montage of masked robbers breaking into a house and break into the bedroom, guy and wife startles awake] guy: “like a good neighbor, State Farm is there” jake from State Farm: [appears] “hey Mike” robbers: [slightly confused] wife: “like a good neighbor, State Farm is there with Batman” Batman: [appears and arrests the robbers]

there are some everyday objects that are just literally straight up banned from Gotham and no one questions it except people who recently move to Gotham or pop in to visit family.

let’s not even talk about the areas that are literally off limit to Gotham citizens.

“you see those huge vats of chemicals you drive past on your way to work? labelled ACE Chemicals in big? yeah, it’s illegal to go there. there’s a very good chance you could die, don’t go there. no one works there anymore. it’s kind of like our own Chernobyl. it’s kinda fun.”

“if you see a warehouse, there’s a good chance there’s some weird shit going down. don’t even go near a warehouse, you never know.”

“if you’re not in a mood to get held at gunpoint, it’s best not to go to the bank today, honestly.”

some villains are seen as celebrities and there are numerous selfies taken with Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, the Riddler-- honestly some of them can just walk around in broad daylight and there’s a higher chance they’ll get asked for a picture than have the police called on them if they're not actively fucking shit up.

when something new but weird happens, it goes on the news, no one is alarmed. there are procedures for pretty much everything. mutant crocodile infestation in the sewers? that’s fine! just stay inside your home and avoid using sinks, bathtubs, toilets or showers! sometimes, it’s improvised, sometimes there’s an actual procedure. it’s Gotham, both could be possible.

outsiders try to avoid Gotham, as it is usually them who get killed by the dozen. doesn’t stop the tourists, however. they are alarmed by how calm Gothamites are when someone blows up a few buildings downtown. GCPD has released numerous statements asking the villains to avoid killing the tourists because a good portion of the city makes money thanks to the tourism industry and the unconventional death of tourists on vacation is killing the business.

basically, Night Vale and Gotham are only different in the sense that Night Vale is constantly subject to the supernatural and Gotham is constantly subject to the weird supervillains

#only in gotham #gotham #dc #dcu #night vale #welcome to night vale

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Pride, Chapter 13

The Northern Pride formed to give some of the female Alpha Hybrids a safe place where they could live, and thrive, away from the aggressive advances of weaker males.

The idea of Mates was like a fairy tale to them, until one of their own finds hers on a business trip.

Agust was happy working as a chef in his mother's restaurant in South Korea, but dropped everything to be with his Mate. After a tense introduction to her Pride, he makes himself at home and finds he fits in with the women his Mate considers her sisters.

Now that he’s met them, he suspects the females of the Northern Pride might actually have Mates; his brother and friends from his Pride back in Korea.

Chapter 13

After the dust settled from the breakfast drama, Namjoon asked Scarlett to show him around. It wasn’t necessarily to see everything, so much as it was spending time in broad daylight with his Mate. Still fighting, and losing, the battle to get to know his woman better before completing the mating, he was hoping to spend a few hours with her before finally giving in.

He threaded his fingers with hers, and marveled at how much smaller her hands were than his. She was so delicate compared to him. Where he was big and hard, she was small and soft. Namjoon intended to spend the rest of his life worshiping every inch of her.

Scarlett’s smile took his breath away when she said,

“I want to show you my pride and joy! I’m in charge of growing our food, and my garden is beautiful.”

She led him to the fenced-in area the women emerged from the day before. His time with her was so all-consuming that the idea that they’d only actually met less than 24 hours before seemed absurd.

She led him through the gate with the “Scar’s Garden” sign above it into a gardening paradise. Raised beds lined the area, with a long table along the fence on one side that held an organized line of baskets, gardening implements and a wound up shrinkable hose. The paths between the raised beds were lined with soft bark, and the blanket Natalie sat on the day before still lay spread out near the gate. The whole area felt very zen.

“I spend a lot of time out here,” she said, “It relaxes me. I’m always so proud when we harvest food I’ve grown.” Namjoon was impressed. He had a few small plants in his apartment, and had always dreamed of being able to have a garden like this.

“We have plans in place to build a large greenhouse right over there,” she pointed past the back of the fenced-in area, “I can’t wait!”

“This entire set up is so impressive,” Namjoon said, “You’ve done a beautiful job out here.”

Scarlett basked in his compliments. She took him to each raised bed and pulled a little of this and a little of that for them to snack on as they went.

He shared her passion for growing things, and had visions of spending days getting his hands dirty with her by his side.

The thought of where they would go from there brought him up short. Would he leave everything he knew behind to start fresh with his Mate? Would she be happy leaving everything behind to join his Pride and live in Korea? He supposed they didn’t have to think about it just yet, but it was definitely a conversation that needed to happen.

Scarlett bent over to see if Rayne and Alice might have left some strawberries for the rest of them and chuckled when she saw the enormous dent they made,

“We all love strawberries, but I found it’s so much better for my garden if I send Alice and Rayne over here when they are “helping” me. It keeps the damage down on the rest of the plants and keeps them entertained while they eat them all.”

Namjoon huffed out a laugh, “I don’t let anyone touch my plants. Even watering them correctly seems to be too difficult.”

His thoughts turned to her Pride mates, “What’s Rayne’s story? She seems to be putting a lot of energy into trying to piss off Jungkook.”

Scarlett’s expression turned sad, “Raynie has been through a lot. She’s pushing him to make sure he won’t hurt her.”

Namjoon didn’t fully understand what she was talking about, “He’s her Mate. Doesn’t she understand what that means? They are meant to be together. Made for each other.”

She nodded, “She knows…”

Scarlett told Namjoon the whole story, about Rayne and Richard. About what he did to her, and what they, in turn, did to him.

Namjoon wasn’t surprised. Even in the day he’d been around this group of women, he saw how fiercely protective they were of one another.

“That explains a lot.” He pulled his mate into his arms, the urge to hold her close was too strong to ignore, “I’m sorry you all had to go through that.”

Scarlett smiled, “Word to the wise, though, if you ever hear Rokki humming that tune, I’d suggest you only eat take out for a while.”

Scarlett snuggled into Namjoon’s chest, her ear at the perfect height to lay over his heart. His warmth and the steady thump of his pulse soothed her in a way nothing ever had.

With his arms around her and his cheek resting on top of her head, she felt safe and complete.

Namjoon kissed her head and said, “Let’s go lay on that blanket and enjoy some sunshine.”

Scarlett could think of nothing more in the entire world that she would rather do than snuggle up with her Mate. She barely waited long enough for him to lay back before snuggling into his side with her nose pressed against the side of his neck.

The two laid in the sunshine and watched the puffs of cloud change shape as they sped by.

Namjoon felt content laying with his Mate pressed to his side, soaking up the sunshine. He felt her slight rumble of a purr where their bodies touched and smiled. He couldn’t have imagined a more perfect moment in his life.

When he kissed the top of her head again, she tilted her face up to look at him. In that moment Namjoon knew that there was nothing more perfect in that world than his Mate and the life they would build together.

His dimples were on full display just before he kissed her, truly kissed her, for the first time.

He was taken off guard by her reaction. Scarlett pushed herself on top of him, taking care to straddle the perfect spot on his pelvis without breaking the kiss.

She’d waited for what felt like forever to have her Mate, and wanted to experience everything that came with it.

Namjoon chuckled when her hands slid up under his t-shirt. Entertained with her alpha, take-charge energy, he was content to let her play for a little bit.

She broke the kiss long enough to pull off his shirt. So engrossed in wanting to feel her Mate, Scarlett didn’t even take the time to look at the gift she unwrapped, she just whipped off her own shirt and dove back in for more kisses.

He growled when she pinched his nipples while rocking back and forth on his erection. His large hands untangled from where they’d landed in her hair and skimmed down her naked back until he could grab the globes of her ass. Namjoon held on tight and tried to control the movement of her hips. Scarlett’s reaction was to nip his chin and growl her displeasure before she moved her lips to his neck.

She scented him. Licking and nipping up and down the tendon on the left side of his neck before moving to the opposite side to do the same.

Namjoon’s patience was legendary among his Pride. Everyone knew he was level headed, and could even show the elders in their community how to check their email without coming close to raising his voice. But the moment Scarlett’s teeth bit down and latched onto the point where his neck and shoulder met, his patience dissolved.

His snarl echoed back at them just before he flipped her over, landing heavily with his hips between her legs.

Scarlett let out a huff of air as his weight landed on her, but smiled as she took in his muscular chest, knowing she was going to get her way.

Namjoon narrowed his eyes and snarled again. He sat back on his knees and pulled her shorts and panties off in one strong tug. He was going to claim his woman, and he was going to do it right fucking then.

He didn’t look down when her legs fell open, knowing he would want to stop and play instead of following his instincts.

Scarlett licked her lips and tasted the salt of her Mate’s sweat that clung there. She was impatient for more.

When she reached her small hand up to caress his muscular chest, he grabbed it.

He smirked as he used his one free hand to pull his shorts down just far enough to allow his cock to bounce free of its confines.

Scarlett whimpered when she saw the monster flop free. He was huge! She knew she could take it, and nothing could stop her from trying. When he didn’t immediately move, she reached up with her free hand and grabbed it, stroking the stalk. The skin was soft, and hot to the touch.

Namjoon's eyes narrowed and he leaned forward, gently grabbing her other hand and raising them both above her head, holding them firmly to the blanket with one of his own.

His nose touched hers for just a moment… long enough to make sure her eyes stayed on his. The side of his lip rose and he snarled as he rubbed his cock through the wetness between her pussy lips. It was hot and wet, and now… it was all his.

The look of shock and excitement on her face as the head pushed inside of her would forever live in his memory.

Scarlett sucked in a breath and whimpered a sound of submission she’d never made before. She still had enough of her wits about her to be surprised, but the embarrassment didn’t have a chance to last long. The feeling of Namjoon pushing the rest of his generous length into her provided enough distraction that she forgot her own name.

She struggled to pull her hands free, the urge to scratch and bite taking over. Namjoon’s cocky smile made her growl her irritation. He tightened his hand around hers to ensure she didn’t accidentally get free and slowly pulled out until the very tip of him remained.

Scarlett was panting,

“Please. Please. Please, I need it, please.”

The head of Namjoon’s soaked dick slowly moved in and out as she begged for more.

He was holding his body up on one forearm, the other arm stretched up to hold her hands in place.

Scarlett whimpered again and turned her head, unable to keep eye contact while he made her beg and make those sounds of submission. Scarlett was not a submissive woman. She wanted to bite and scratch, mark him as her own. Instead he was owning her in a way no one had ever done.

She saw his biceps and acted without thought… Scarlett opened her mouth and bit him.

In his surprise, and pain, Namjoon thrust his hips hard, forcing himself to bottom out inside of her.

Scarlett let go with a "Oh fuck, YES! JESUS, YES!"

Namjoon slammed back in a couple of times for good measure, and then abruptly pulled out. Before she could say anything, he had her on her hands and knees and was fucking her with bruising strength.

He tangled one hand in her hair and pulled her head up, he wanted her cries to be heard. It was a symphony of sound that filled the garden. His growls, and her mewls of submission along with the wet slaps of his hips against her ass echoed back at him, making him thrust harder.

Scarlett felt like Namjoon was fucking through her entire body and had ended up in her throat.

“NAMJOON! FUCK, FUCK YES, FUCK!” was a mantra she repeated until she could no longer form actual words. The harder he fucked her, the harder he hit those spots deep inside, the harder his balls slapped her clit on every impact, the further away all conscious thought went.

He sped up. His hand pulled her hair a little harder, and his hand landed with a heavy slap on her ass and his head tilted back… and Namjoon came with a roar that shook the windows in the big house.

Somewhere between all of that, Scarlett’s body shook and spasmed. Inarticulate words, whimpers and growls were all she knew as he filled her.

Namjoon slowly came back to himself, his heart was racing and he was breathing like he’d just run a marathon. He unraveled his hand from his Mate’s hair, and unconsciously rubbed the hand mark he’d left on her ass.

She fell to the side the moment he pulled out, and he worried he may have been too rough and gone too hard on her. She was so much smaller than he was.

He laid down next to her and wiped the hair away from her sweaty face,

“Are you ok? Was I too rough?”

She grumbled something he couldn’t quite hear.

“What? I’m sorry, love… I can’t hear you. Are you ok?”

Scarlett rolled to her back, naked and glistening in the now afternoon sunlight,

“That was fucking awesome!”

Namjoon chuckled his relief and pulled her close. She nuzzled into his chest and giggled,

“Can we do that again?”

“Absolutely.”

“Soon? Like, now?”

He laughed, “Give me a minute to recover, woman.”

Scarlett was in no mood to wait. She’d just had the best sex of her life with her Mate. She finally got to make those noises she’d heard coming from Natalie for months now, and she was not going to let go of any opportunities to do it again.

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vesuvianmess · 3 years

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Popsicles?

Art by @jilljoycearts Drexxel is @vesuvianmess Vell is @deathbyarcana

A short fic recounting how these two met, pulled (with some edits) directly from a currently running roleplay.

Quick Warning: Contains mentions of stalking and harassment

"You are very welcome, have a good rest of your day!" He waved the group off with a smile. "Hiya, what can I get you?" He asked another.

Flitting back and forth from group to group, he greeted every single person with a genuine smile. There was nothing more satisfying than seeing others light up with joy. He’d taken up working at the bakery part time to help with some expenses of running his own shop. And he had to admit, the smell of fresh baked bread may have influenced that choice. The job was never boring as the market was always flooded with people, locals and travelers alike, all looking for something. Still, he only worked with Selasi during the mornings and early afternoons. When he’d had his fill, he would return home to open the doors to his own little business.

But today, he had something a little different in mind. Instead of selling little animal pelts, herbs, bits, and bobbles, he was in and out again in a flash. Having changed into something much more comfortable for the heat, he pulled a wheeled cart behind him to the town square. Near the fountain, he’d found the perfect spot and pulled the cover off the cart. It would take him a little time to set everything up, but once it was done, he noticed people already beginning to gather around. Some faces he'd seen many, many times before. Others, much more new. Taking a seat on an overturned wooden bucket, he twirled a pair of drumsticks between his fingers.

“Hello Vesuvia, I’m bringing you a special late afternoon show! Now then," he sat up a little, the line of his back straightening. "For those of you new to my show, we have fun here! Here's how this goes!" making a grand sweeping gesture to the gathered crowd, he continued on. "You may request a song but there is no guarantee I will play it. I will not tolerate pushing, shoving, or otherwise harmful activity during my shows. And, as always, tips are appreciated but not required, come stay for awhile and feel the beat of the sound! I'm Drexxel Volkov, and may luck be forever in your favor!"

It started with a small metallic chime, a shortstop of little taps on the rims of the set. But before long the square was alight with the beating of drums. His whole body moved in time with each beat almost as if he were dancing along to his own song. Small children bounced and tugged at their parents' sleeves, urging them to get closer. New comers stood with delighted expressions, some even getting a little antsy standing in one place, others giving way to bouncing their bodies to the rhythm.

There was nothing better than this, looking out into the crowd as he thrummed away the minutes, flipping the sticks and singing along even though nobody could hear him over the heartbeat he'd created.

The crowd was thick as usual but new faces stuck out easy to him. Even with the prick of sweat beginning to roll down his forehead, he was able to focus enough to make everyone feel included in his performance. One face in particular he stopped at for more than a split second. A taller man with vivid blue hair, dark skin, and a sort of shaken demeanor. He looked….out of place perhaps amid the crowd, like he could bolt at any moment. Drexel found himself stealing glances at the man throughout his show, a dizzying knot of butterflies in his gut as he saw the man start to meld into the hum around him. The thrill of the performance carried him through like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, his fiery passion shining through clear as day. Every movement felt natural, every breath felt like a whole new beginning. Drexxel never came from a background that favored this sort of thing, rather it was something he'd picked up on his own time. He had the extra energy to spare and needed an outlet to help with it. Besides, he always did like seeing people smile and what better way to do that then get them moving?

Into the second song now and he felt a wave of static run through him. Someone in the crowd was a magician. He could feel it. Even through the loud beating of drums and the crashing of cymbals the low electrical humming filled his body. He was sure of it. But was this magician able to sense him as well? That he did not know. He wasn’t sure precisely where the feeling was coming from, but he was determined to draw it out. With it toying at his mind, he decided it was time to show off just a little more. After all, using magic was a good way to lure out another magician.

Drexxel simply waited as he beat along in time to find the perfect moment to really show off his moves. Normally he would have saved this bit for later in the evening, but he just had to do it now. After feeling that little pang of magic, he knew he had to show whoever was producing it, that they weren't the only one with fancy magic at their fingertips. Just a moment longer....

When the final chorus of the song hit, he let it loose. His drumsticks sparked and crackled to life, enveloped in searing hot flames. With his sticks now burning with intense heat, he slammed away at his drums with more grandeur and energy than before. With each hit fire roared from the contact point, creating a dazzling display of towers of fire in varying sizes. If anything were to draw this other magician out, it would be this.

By the end of the show, much to his dismay, this fellow kin had not revealed themselves. It was a bit of a shame really, he would have loved to have someone join in his performance. What a dazzling display that would have been. He could only imagine what kind of magic would have complimented his own.

"Thank you all for joining me this afternoon!" He gave a bow, his hair falling a bit loose from his bun. "It's a hot one out today so make sure to stay hydrated and get some good food in your belly!"

He stood and lifted his arms over his head in a long stretch before using the rad cloth tied to his side to wipe away the sweat that cling to his skin. The show was over, but people still lingered in the area, some tossing coins into an open bowl near the drum set, others approaching Drexxel with questions. He was small for his age of twenty-five, standing at mere chest (or just below) level with most other adult’s that spoke with him. He had a thin, but decently sturdy frame with most of his strength apparent in his legs. Most people would know him for a scar that ran along his right cheek. Whenever asked about it he would simply tell them he didn’t remember where it came from but knew he’d had it most of his life.

The town square was still bustling with people as he began to pack up his things. Above it all though, he could hear footsteps approaching him. He paused a moment then spun on his heel to come face to face with a regular to his shows. The man was leagues taller than himself and had a strange look to his eyes. He was holding a piece of paper, crumpled and damp with sweat in his hands. Drexxel heard the man speak but didn’t quite catch the words.

“I’m sorry?” He responded back, urging the man to repeat himself. When he did, a chill ran down his spine. “...Go out with me. Dinner.” He pushed the paper into Drexxel’s hands. “You’re so pretty.”

The smaller pulled the note apart just enough to read it. In shaken scrawl it read:

‘Don’t make a scene. I’ve been planning this. You and I belong together.’

He’d seen this sort of thing before in books and screenplays. Some secret admirer gets too confident and goes after someone who isn’t interested and it becomes a problem. Problem being a kind way to put it. Harassment was a better word for it. Bold of him to make the attempt in broad daylight, let alone a busy square. In the kindest way possible, Drexel looked up at the man and spoke.

“I’d love to, but I have plans this evening. Another show I mean.”

He felt the prickle of magic in the air again, but it wasn’t coming from the man in front of him. The magician was still in the area.

"Excuse me, I'm talking to you." the man's voice broke him from his thoughts. "I'll be picking you up this evening."

Drexxel's brow furrowed, the energy around him shifting like hissing smoke trying to catch on damp wood.

"I'm really sorry, I mean it." He offered a sincerely looking apologetic smile. "But I really must be getting home." He made a move to leave but was stopped when the man caught his wrist.

"You're not going anywhere short-stack."

This....could be bad. As much as the crowd had dissipated, there were still people lingering about. Too much of a risk to cause a scene. But every fiber of Drexxel's being was telling him to flee. He needed an out. In the most...nonchalant way possible, he attempted to wriggle his wrist free.

"Your performance really spoke to me Drexxy. It's like you were composing a symphony just for me." As he was caught in his own little moment, Drexxel pulled his wrist free. But it only lasted a second.

He felt a pull against his skin before he heard a small snap. The man had missed when reaching for Drexxel's wrist and instead caught the beaded double bracelet on his wrist. Beads had gone flying haphazardly in every direction, landing on the stones below like pellets. In that moment he felt the pull of magic much closer than before. This other magician was close. Very close.

Drexxel was unfortunately used to people approaching him with much more....fervor than he anticipated. However, this particular instance was something else. He'd never had someone so adamant on taking him home. If this were to go on for a moment longer, he was sure to lose his composer. He may be a pretty upbeat guy but he also had a notoriously short fuse.

That hissing aura was rapidly kindling itself from a crackling campfire to a firestorm. When his bracelet snapped, he felt something in him switch. Rage bubbled up under his skin like pot boiling over on a stove set too high. His fist clenched and a growl escaped him.

But then, out of nowhere, everything around him stopped. He was about to throw a fiery punch but stopped short when he saw another man between him and his new 'friend'. It was the man he saw in the crowd! He said he was there to help just now. But what was he doing here and how did he…

"How--?" Then it hit him like a hard slap to the face. "So you're the magician I was picking up on!" His anger flickered back to amusement and joy. "I knew I wasn't imagining it! Oh! The helping thing, yes."

Drexxel offered the newest stranger a warm, bright smile. Without hesitation, he grabbed his hand and shook it furiously.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Drexxel! What do you say we blow this popsicle stand and get somewhere far away from this creep?"

The other man seemed to freeze up, like he expected a much worse response. His whole arm wobbled when Drexxel shook it. His eyes were wide and his lips parted in shock. It took him a minute to process what the smaller man had said to him.

“Oh, I…that is….popcicles?” The man felt his face go hot, blood rushing to his cheeks. He was sure the smaller man would mistake him for a tomato.

Drexxel watched him curiously. It was like watching the gears of a clock turning, the way this man seemed to be having an inner monologue with himself about whether or not he’d made the right call to get involved. He could feel how shaken up the man was, his hand trembling. Not very good at keeping his cool was he? Finally he spoke again.

“It’s localized. My….my magic…it…I mean I…no, it. It will wear off when we get a distance away. He could follow? I- who, well…popsicles?”

Drexxel had always been good at making new friends and getting people to laugh and smile. He was small, yes, but he made up for his size with seemingly boundless energy. It was nearly impossible to not like the guy. But, he could tell, he kind of took this one by surprise. But it wasn't the first time someone had responded this way. Not often he got to see someone turn that red before though!

Whoever this new guy was, Drexxel had never seen his face in Vesuvia before. And he’dbeen in the city for quite some time now. It'd been since he was about nineteen. He knew almost every face in Vesuvia, even if a good handful of them were only in passing. But this one, this one he wanted to know more about. Consider his interest piqued.

When time came back and this new magician struggled to make a clear sentence, it was all Drexxel could do to hold in a laugh. Localized magic though, not sure he'd heard of that one before. He completely skipped over the popsicle schtick.

"Localized huh? Hey, think you could use your magic with mine? I'm thinking....a wall of fire!" He still hadn't let go of the stranger's hand. "I could put a wall of fire around him, just tall enough to trip him up of course. You could stop time around it until we get far enough away that your....localization wears off!" Mossy green eyes brimmed with excitement. He gave the hand in his a squeeze.

"I bet we'll make a great team!"

He could see the man trying to process the words coming out of Drexxel’s mouth. He’ll admit, he was a bit of a fast talker when he was excited.

“Wall of fire…” He repeated Drexxel’s words, more to himself than the other, considering the idea. Not terribly flawed, he thought. A quick fix but not long lasting. “Worth…worth a shot.” an unsteady voice. “Wait - a team?” Vell had barely gotten the words out before the air thrummed with magical energy and, just as promised, fire sprung to life around the note wielding creep. If the situation weren’t as it was, he might have taken time to admire the flames.

"That's what I said isn't it? A team!" He mused, giving this new friend a wink.

When time did in fact stop around his flames, the passion in his eyes burned that much brighter. He beamed at this new stranger.

"Talk about a cool party trick. Come on, let's get out of here." Still gripping that hand, he took off. Hopefully this new friend could keep up with him.

They took off out of the square, rushing past pedestrians and shopping stalls in a race to escape the area. Drexxel had taken the lead, ducking and diving under obstacles like it was as easy as breathing. He felt his new found companion trip up a few times but he managed to keep up the pace. He was new to Vesuvia and hadn’t the slightest idea where the two of them were headed. Drexxel looked back to check on his new friend at just the wrong moment. The edge of his sandal caught on uneven stone, sending him tumbling into an unattended fruit cart, scattering oranges along the alley. He’d never let go of this new companion’s hand, and in turn, the two of them fell together. The other man now had him pinned, a leg on either side of him.

“I-- We-- uh…” The stranger fought to find the right words, feeling like a tea kettle ready to whistle. “We fell.”

Drexxel could feel his own face burning a bright shade. He would have been able to laugh it off if it weren’t for his immediate attraction to this man. Impulse guiding him, he offered the man a toying smirk. “You know, I think this might be fate.” He winked. “And I don’t even know your name.”

“M-my name?” The other man stuttered.

He tried to stand, pulling on Drexxel’s hands to pull him up as well, only to lose his footing. He fell back onto the stone, the smaller of the two now sitting perched on his abdomen. The look in his eyes was….entrancing. Intoxicating even. He couldn’t look away. “I’m Vell.”

“Vell…” Drexxel liked the way the name felt when he said it. He let his hands drift to the other man’s chest, watching him with bright eager eyes.

Now, what was that saying about playing with fire?

#the arcana #fan apprentice #apprentice vell #apprentice drexxel #jilljoycearts #straight from roleplay #fanfic #ficlet #my writing #vexxel

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utterlyhopeful-fics · 4 years

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Already Gone (SOA x Mayans Crossover)

A/N: Deep diving back into my roots. SOA will forever be near and dear to my angsty heart! This chapter primarily focuses on Y/N and Jax but following parts will include my Mayans. As always, feedback is GOLD!

SIDE NOTE: Huge shout out to @creativepromptsforwriting for motivating this story into fruition. Your blog is beyond inspirational!

If I keep tagging you and you’re not interested or you’d like to be tagged; please let me know!

MASTERLIST

Jax Teller x Reader (then we’re in Mayans territory :D )

Word Count: 2375k

Warnings: language, mention of biker gangs, slight female degradation, angst, sprinkles of heartbreak.

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Daylight vanished drifting into another starless evening. Nightfall succumbed to a starless evening. Y/N wished to be anywhere else in the universe than where she currently found herself; the Sons clubhouse. In childish hopes, she stilled all movement adjusting her jacket nervously fidgeting with the hem. The door swung back under her touch; light reflected back harshly in the demurely lit bar. Smoke descended throughout the congested area; clouds of hazy fog engulfed her lungs. Here goes nothin.

The air wreaked of putrid obscenity and cheap tequila. First and foremost, Y/N met Chucky’s charismatic stare. She sent him an anxious grin impulsively pleading for uneasiness in her stomach to subdue. The one-handed man remained surrounded by countless liquor bottles engrossed in order after order shifting gears from her.

Every man and member leeched on to the closest thing in a short skirt, tits overflowing from too small blouses, and topped off in four-inch platforms. Any girl within proximity of the Sons all had a similar motto; barely-there skirts and perky tits. There was no doubt sex was the main attraction tonight.

And to this very day, she played nice with them so long as they abided by one rule in particular; Jax was untouchable. She was their queen bee. Glancing down at her outfit; she preferred a more comfortable approach. She paired tonight’s look with her favorite pair of worn out high-waisted jeans styled with a Ramones crop top finalized with suede black booties. Her body was a sacred temple and only those granted permission were able to worship her. She made sure of that. Loud conversations vibrated from table to table, voices lost in the chaos increasing with every passing decibel.

Y/n scanned the room peering for one particular member; Jax fucking Teller. In childhood, Mr. President and Y/N friendship blossomed as close friends before ultimately admitting their feelings five years ago. The wildest five years of her entire life. Her thoughts quickly darkened, if only someone would’ve warned her those three years ago. If only Y/N hadn’t welcomed him with welcoming, open arms. But sometimes life’s a bitch, and the hardest way is merely the only route.

Her clandestine orbs voraciously whipped back and forth jumping from person to person. In her search, Opie sat alone at a corner table secluding himself willing her his direction. The pitiful look in his eyes was enough to make her stomach flip. Long ago, she grew weary with the amount of messes that befell on Opie. Their relationship bordered along best friend status, always seeking the other out. Ranging from moments of clarity to cruelty, Opie Winston never once betrayed the trust instilled upon him.

She already knew what bullshit lay ahead; it was his shitty way of apologizing for Jax’s past, present, and future fuck-ups. In the back of her mind, Y/N convinced herself she was different to him, that she was his one. But nowadays, doubt replaced confidence as Y/N drifted farther out of reach/touch. Her feet clumped heavy against the wood suddenly weighing her down. Making her way through the crowd, Y/N plopped herself closest to Op.

Her palms dampened in sweat wishing the fall beneath her to open up swallowing her whole. “So, this was the big meeting Jax was in a rush to get to?”

His eyes bounced from side to side searching for any way out of the conversation; “Shit Y/N...”

Y/N collapsed next to the burly man nuzzling deeper into the warmth of his neck, quietly leaning in closer so he could hear her clearly; “I know it’s not your fault, Op. I just wish he respected me enough to be honest with me. I can’t keep living like this anymore, he’s breaking me… I’m sure going to miss you, big bear.”

Y/N waited patiently for the wheels to turn in his brain. “You’re a smart man. Connect the clues, buddy.”

“You—You’re leaving?”

Her heart plummeted into uncharted territory; her head bobbled too quickly, too excitedly almost as if she’d been rifling for a way out of this life, out of their lives. She glanced sadly at him, really appreciating his handsome appearance while trying to memorize the man who’d kept her insanely calm since middle school. There was no hiding the bemudding frown etching her lips. His lengthy, luscious hair and accompanying brawny beard was enough to make any woman swoon.

If only she’d chosen him to protect her heart but what ifs were a dangerous path to question. Add in his admirable qualities and he was the gleaming winner. The man Y/N should’ve pursued but she was a fool and fell for the Teller trick over and over again. Long ago, Opie came to the conclusion that Y/N would never leave his side, not even if the devil bribed her himself. Her departure was agitating, possibly selfish, but absolutely necessary. Jax breaks everything he touches…eventually.

“Some bitch is grinding against his junk and you expect me to be alright with it? Boy’s got another thing comin if he thinks I’ll always be waitin to greet him at the front door.”

Words jumbled on the tip of her palate; ‘I just wanted to talk to you first before shit goes down. I’m so thankful for you, always know that.”

Op stared down at his dirty boots unable to meet her dejected orbs.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You deserve more than his half ass shit. Ya know, I was afraid Jax had sucked out all that rad awesomeness you possessed before you decided to get together. He’s my brother, don’t get me wrong. But, he’s kinda the biggest dick on the planet and not the good kind. I’m proud you found your backbone. Here I thought you’d softened up…”

“Haha, glad to see you think so highly of me still! Please take care of yourself.”

“I’m a phone call away if you need me. Any time, any day, I’ll be there.”

His arms draped around her exposed waist rubbing soothing circles on her lower back. Her chin rested atop of broad shoulder before she reluctantly pulled away from his embrace.

A few tables over Jax’s arms seductively draped his arm around the croweater’s exposed waist. Every few minutes the chick gyrated submissively against him cock arousal his member. Jax closed his eyes inhaling a puff of his cigarette thinking of the girl waiting at home for him. All he had to do was find the courage to get up and leave. But this was the life, his life and Y/N understood him better than anyone else. So, he accepted the Yaeger bomb from girl with the rose tattoo and smiled widely. Fuck ‘em. He leaned incredibly closer connecting his lips to her plump ones.

Her sultry tone echoed into his ear; “Mmm, you taste like sin…”

Jax chuckled in retort; Darling, you ain’t even taste the best part yet…”

Disgust and fury ran uncontrollable through her body radiating to an explosively dangerous level. She quietly whispered; “This fucking asshole…” as she compelled herself to clear the lump in her throat noisily.

Her annoyance was beginning to peak into seething eruption; “You’ve got some damn nerve, Jax. That I can give ya. Such a lady’s man.”

A shudder ran through his vertebrates forcing the hairs along his neck to stand painfully on the edge. Her words were impudently brash bouncing off her rosy plump lips.

“Can’t say I didn’t warn ya, doll.” His arched brow sprouted newfound madness as Y/N daydreamed of punching that shit grin off his idiotic face. But his eyes told another tale, his sapphire irises brimmed with tacit concern and uncertainty.

Her life with Jax was a never-ending roller coaster. Exhilaration awaited them at every corner until it didn’t. No matter how many wrongdoings Jax committed, Y/N dutifully stayed by his side never daring to question his authority. Gemma taught her of loyalty, of the importance of family eternally sticking together, and to never turn her back when the going gets rough because it was bound to cross a line if you survived long enough. The Sons checked their moral ambiguities when they patched in, sacrificing their soul for the benefit of the club.

So, Y/N’s skin thickened as time meandered on, and as Jax shacked up with Wendy, and again every time she watched some slut leave his dorm every night. Honestly, she should thank Jax for her turned her into the dominantly powerful woman she became that awakened Jax’s feelings. But now, now he was the reason her heart was breaking.

She cleared her throat attempting to draw his attention; “Wow, seems like you’ve got your hands full tonight. Didn’t realize I needed to make a reservation.” Her eyes penetrated his, he looked like a deer in blinding headlights at the recognizable voice in front of him.

The girl seating in Jax’s lap had the audacity to open her bright fuchsia painted lips; “He’s busy tonight. Shoo, buh-bye.” Motioning her hand in Y/N’s direction.

Y/N eyed the broad up judging her every spectacle of the way. She bit the corner of her lips in attempt to register what her mind couldn’t.

She clicked on tongue in vast disapproval at the idiot before her; “Listen here, bitch. I’m Y/N, his old lady and you’re going to get the fuck up and listen to the words leaving my mouth and find another lap to occupy, NOW.” She put on her fakest high pitched voice just to prove a point; “Got it? Good, now if you make me repeat myself, I’d love the opportunity to fuck up that plastic face of yours. Now, Shoo.”

The random girl gulped unwillingly to challenge the alpha female and meekly wagged her head in agreeance. Jax noticed the slight tremor as she removed herself from his grasp trudging in defeat. He sighed in extreme exasperation; “Congratulations, you’ve got my attention…now talk.”

“Ugh, I’m seriously starting to question what the hell I’ve been doing with an asshat like you for so long? Seriously Jax, what the shit?”

He remained irrationally irritated Y/N had chosen a party to air out their dirty laundry. She was undermining him in front of his brothers, nobody challenged him. This was yet another lesson he’d teach Y/N the difficult way.

“You’re makin a scene! Let’s talk this outside?” He seized her arm dragging Y/N behind him. Her heels dug into the surface fighting his weight with her own. Jax glanced back at her stubbornness on display and/snickered sinfully.

“No, I’m fine where I am.”

Jax invaded her space, his breath jostled against her peach fuzz. He hovered dangerously close to her, fury seeping from his freckled skin.

“Ah, the mighty heroine here to save herself. Classic, real good Y/N.”

Y/N huffed venting her building frustrations; “I can’t do this anymore, Jax.” Her voice wavered in confidence before erupted in sadness; I fucking won’t do this anymore.”

Jax Teller rolled his eyes before sighing annoyingly loud; “You always say this shit, Y/N. And you always keep comin back for more. This is a dance we memorized baby girl, our dance.”

Her fists ignited into internal rage; her breathing skyrocketed to unbridled anger. Typical biker to neglect the actual words leaving a woman’s mouth in this hell hole.

“So, I guess that makes me the fool and you the asshole, hmm? Yes, I might be a fucking glutton for punishment but at least I have a heart, some decency of a moral compass to abide by. But you, Jax? You would burn the world simply because you were bored. And right now, this is me telling you I quit. Go fuck one of your many other mindless wannabes. I bet they’re beggin for Jax Teller’s cock as we speak.”

His cockiness was beginning to push her past the point of no return as he growled his words from his venomous mouth; “I don’t doubt that darling. The question of the hour is if you’re really sure you wanna throw in the towel?”

Y/N’s head whipped around fast; her eyes blazed in pure hatred; “The biggest mistake you ever made was letting love come into your life. You fuck up everything you touch. Have a nice life, Teller.”

Heavy footsteps clonked against the wooden slats swiftly rushing towards the front doors of the clubhouse. She approached the entrance grazing her knuckles along the worn material. In the upper right-hand corner, the smallest of carvings adorned the walk away years later; their initials carved for the world to bear witness. Digging through her purse, Y/N located her car keys and stood on her tiptoes scratching at the etchings now nothing but mere wood indentions. Fuck happy endings. No wait, fuck this ending.

Finally, anger breached its imminent tipping point as his temper imploded. His arms gripped hers excruciatingly firm slamming her against the wall aligned of mugshots. A frame or two randomly dropped closer by. Jax was the Kurt Cobain to her Courtney Love; both destined and simultaneously cursed. Glass pierced the ground piece by piece. Her eyes fully dilated as fear crept into her smug demeanor. Her breath came out in short, timid, huffs as quaked in anxiousness.

“You’re my girl, Y/N. Don’t do this shit. You know I love you.”

Confliction cowered in her bones. His ragged and pathetic tone drew her in wrapping itself snugly around her. She knew that if she would have heard these words any other day, she would have declared it the best day of her life and would have started to call everyone to let them know that he finally said the words! But today was not that day and all she wanted to do right now was putting her hands over her ears and stop listening.

She spewed her virulent words once and for all; “You’re not the person I thought you were.”

Her body went rigid in his arms as sorrow clung to her like forgotten hope. She was losing him, sacrificing a piece of her heart for her own freedom. She loathed the man Jax evolved into but somewhere under his façade lived the gentle poet who stole her soul. Jax snickered obnoxiously before a murderous grin took ahold; “No. I’m just not the person you wanted me to be.”

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Hike-Story

So...I’ve been on a hike today with friends and I’ve been told a lovely local legend of my country and region. I’ve decided to put it into a short story with Thorin.

It’s a sort of prequel to all the amazing stories some authors write about Thorin and OCs while already under the Mountain... Please feel free to reblog and further the local saga of Oberschlinden 😊

So...here goes...

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Prologue

In a valley hidden within a dark forest, there were once two villages, very different from one another and yet doomed to suffer the same fate.

The first village was prosperous and industrious and its inhabitants knew much success in their bountiful endeavours, whereas the second village was merry and joyous, filled with music and celebrations all year round.

One day, a weary gleeman came this way and asked to be lodged and fed in exchange for a tune, but the upstanding villagers turned him away for they were much afeared that he had come to rob them of their wealth and goods. “We have no need for your futile, frivolous shenanigans.” They claimed and forbade him to set foot into their town.

Understanding what they were really afraid of, the man replied: “So be it, I should not have taken a single coin that had not been given to me freely. For your callous ignominy, I shall leave you something instead.”

And with these words, he turned around and headed to the other village across the valley.

Here, he was welcomed with open arms. He was fed and housed and after having regained his strength, he went on his merry way again to entertain and amuse other villages. The villagers were much aggrieved about his departure as they had greatly enjoyed his contribution to their daily merriment. They let him leave with their best wishes, nonetheless, for they were an indolent people, unable and unwilling to defend their interests with any kind of forcefulness.

A shadow fell over the valley. A dark sickness befell the first village and rapidly spread across the valley to the other one that had taken no precautions to keep the grim reaper out. Too busy had they been celebrating life and the sinking sun to pay any heed to the pestilence creeping their way.

This is how the first village learned that one who is too afraid to lose what he cannot keep, might well be given what he cannot get rid of, and the second village understood that evil spread faster than fell the night and crept, insidious, into every crack if not actively opposed. Like moss covering the immobile stone, the plague washed over the villages and left none but two women standing.

One of those women would rail and wail all day long, lamenting the loss of her glorious life and of her dear family, until madness took her and she returned to her empty house to wait for death to be her last visitor.

The other one, however, took it upon herself to do penance for the sins of her valley and all its ghostly inhabitants that were heard in the moaning of the wind and the gurgling of the brook.

This is her story.

The sun was low in the sky already when she was startled by the sound of footsteps behind her, making her look up in amazement.

“Good day, good woman, I am a blacksmith and I am looking for the prosperous village hidden in this valley. I am on my way back to my people and I am willing to work in exchange for food and lodging. May you point out the way to me, please?” A gruff voice resounded and a man stepped out of the shadow of the dense foliage.

He was short and stout, unlike any other man she had ever seen in her life, and she was so surprised by his appearance that it took a moment for her to react to his words.

“Good day, Master Dwarf,” she replied courteously, for she now saw that this was what he was, “I am sorry to confess that this village no longer exists. Neither does its sister. I am the last living soul in these parts.”

He looked much alarmed at her words.

“Moreover, there is a sickness lying over the valley. It is not advisable to traverse it.” She went on, getting up from her kneeling position at the foot of the little chapel. “Master Dwarf, I live at the other side of this cursed valley, it is a two-hour walk and the light is failing. I offer you my guidance around the affected area and my hospitality.” She spoke, bowing her head deferentially.

The dwarf seemed to ponder her words for a moment, then nodded.

“Step where I step; the path is treacherous and night shall be upon us soon.” She warned and set out.

Every day, she made her way along the rocky outcrops and the stony ledges, through the dense foliage of the underbrush and the silent desert of trees, to circle the whole valley and pray for hours at the foot of the small chapel for the souls of those who had fallen prey to sickness, stubbornness and wicked ignorance.

Along the way, she collected herbs and mushrooms to sustain herself and produce ointments and potions she sold once a month in the next village, just beyond the valley.

She led a lonely life, but she was unerring in her penance. Those two villages that had been mother and father to her for most of her adult life had done wrong and had been smitten for it by the hand of God. There was nobody left to ask for forgiveness, but her.

“Dwarves have steady steps and exceptional eyesight, even in the darkness. Worry not for me.” The man, for she could not call him anything else than that, answered.

He was well-grown, like an oak, strong and sturdy; he seemed tired though and she vowed that she would not commit the same mistake her forefathers and elders had made; she would be a gracious host. Indeed, she would salve the burns on his bare arms and give him the best parts of whatever she would find in her traps along her daily trek.

“Have you no kin, woman?” He asked after they had mounted a steep rocky ledge leading them through dense undergrowth from which she would extract berries and healing herbs to stow away in the satchels she carried on her back.

“I have no kin, Master Dwarf.” She shrugged, extending her hand to him when they came to a brook. The stones were slippery and wont to shift beneath the unfamiliar foot.

He just chuckled, a sound reminiscent of the big rockslide that had occurred a few months ago, and leapt easily enough across the narrow expanse of wet pebbles.

For a creature looking this heavy, he was surprisingly agile, she thought. She knew nothing about dwarves of course. In her nan’s tales, there had been mentions of those mysterious man-like beings who lived under mountains and in golden halls, but she had imagined them smaller and less…beautiful than what she saw in front of her.

As a matter of fact, she could not remember ever having seen a man quite as enchanting as the one following her swift steps effortlessly. There were beads in his hair that shimmered in the dying light and his eyes were the colour of the great river rushing through the valley; indeed, he was the closest she had ever come to a genuine fairy tale.

“What happened here?” He inquired, as they reached the highest ledge and looked down on the villages, already plunged in deep shadows and obviously deserted.

“A plague broke out and took every living soul. It is said that it was the refusal of hospitality by this village,” she pointed to one cluster of houses, “and the lack of zeal or backbone of that one,” she pointed to the opposite side of the valley, “that led to their doom.”

She had been there, she had seen the people who had been her friends and family die a miserable, painful death and she had waited for the blight to fall upon her as well. It had never come and now, she was the watcher of the dead valley; in a world of ghosts, there was none who felt less alive than her, walking along the deserted ruins of her existence day after day.

“Thank you for warning me.” He had a good voice, she thought, low and kind. It was a miracle to stumble upon another living being, but his voice and the empathy in his eyes felt like a caress upon her bruised soul.

“It is my duty, Master Dwarf. I shall stand in harm’s way as long as I can.”

“My name is Thorin.” He declared in an almost questioning voice. He had been reticent to divulge his name, she realised and turned around to bow deeply.

“Come along, Master Thorin. The light is fading fast now.” She urged him on, almost running along the rocky paths, her feet sending up sprays of pebbles in her wake.

They walked on tirelessly for a long time, until they reached a fallen tree stump that had not been there when she had come this way earlier in the day.

Clambering over the dead wood swiftly, Thorin extended his arms, in turn, to her. She stepped closer and uttered a small cry of astonishment when he simply lifted her over the obstacle as if she weighed nothing at all. “Thank you, Master Thorin.” She bowed again.

He smelled like the pines that grew beyond the valley, she noticed, and like life. Everything about him was painfully alive: the vivid intelligence of his eyes, the small smirk he gave her on account of her breathless incredulity, and the warmth of his hands on her ribs that left a palpable impression.

As she walked on, nearing the point where the path would dip drastically and the danger doubled, she came to accept that she would cherish this encounter until the end of her days.

Maybe God had heard her prayers and granted her the small solace of seeing another soul, of speaking to someone who actually answered and of feeling living flesh upon her own once more.

She extricated a small rabbit from the trap she had laid on the highest crest and pushed it down into her satchel as well, gesturing to the silent valley with a sense of pride.

“This is home. And there’s my hut.” She pointed to a small wooden house at the far end of the valley, nestled between two tiny hills and reflecting the last rays of sun.

The light was growing dimmer now and the way down was treacherous even in broad daylight. “Permit me, Mistress.” He gave her a mocking smile and took her hand.

It felt huge and calloused, but its roughness comforted her. She had lived in this rocky wilderness for years now and the feeling of warm stones would always be synonymous with home to her.

To her shame and despair, she tottered several times on their way down and when Thorin slung his arm around her waist and steadied her, she did not object.

Finally, they reached the little plateau she called her own.

“Give me your boots.” She asked and when he did, she set them aside to be cleaned afterwards.

Stoking the fire, she started taking the small rabbit apart and tossing the various leaves and mushrooms she had collected into the pot filled with fresh water. She would deplete her stocks for him; she would not be a bad host like the first villagers. Also, she would mend his socks, tend to his injuries and clean his boots; she would not be a slovenly scallywag like the second villagers either.

“Make yourself at home.” She invited him, giving him the best chair and a blanket she had woven herself in her youth.

“Are you really all alone?” He asked her, as she sat on the floor, grinding herbs into a paste with devoted focus. “Yes, Master Dwarf.” She smiled, taking his hand and spreading the ointment gingerly on the burns dotting his strong forearms.

“Do you like being alone?” He pressed on, wincing as the wet unguent made his wounds smart.

“It is my punishment and my expiation.” She replied while stirring the stew she was preparing.

His eyes settled heavily on her face and she could read sympathy and sadness in those dark, blue lakes shot through with silver. He looked rather like a gem hewn from precious stone himself, she had to admit, feeling drawn to the solidity of his frame and the living warmth of his gaze.

“Eat, Master Thorin.” She handed him a deep bowl, containing most of the mushrooms and all of the meat she had managed to scrape off the scrawny rabbit.

“What about you?” He asked, suspicious, when she filled a goblet with the fragrant broth.

“Eat.” She encouraged him again. He had obviously known a long and tiresome road and she wanted him to feel safe and cared for; she was thankful for the chance to do right by him.

It was a small redemption of her blood to be a good host after the opposite reaction had plunged her people into extinction.

He looked relaxed now, sitting by the fire, listening to her hum to herself while she cleaned his boots and mended his clothing. “Your gifts are wasted on the dead.” He suddenly said.

“Beg your pardon?” She looked up from polishing his boots, a questioning expression in her eyes.

“You have been a good host to me, you’re a steady cook and a knowledgeable reader of nature. Come with me.”

She blinked. She knew not what he was talking about.

“I am, as I said, on my way to rejoin my kin. Come with me, there is nothing here for you but desolation and loneliness. There are people yet alive beyond this valley and they could greatly benefit from your knowledge…and your sweet nature. Come with me! Be my travel companion!” He reiterated when she didn’t reply.

“I cannot…I am here to…” - “You are here to wait for the next weary traveller and right the wrong inflicted by and upon your people. Consider it done, Mahal has heard you child, I am Thorin, and I shall be King under the Mountain one day. I might be here to deliver you and take you away from this place.” He interrupted her harshly.

A king, she thought, a future king. What prevented him from being king now?

“It is a hard life amongst my people; there will be deprivation and long, cold nights.” He warned her, but she simply motioned to the small hut they sat in while the wind howled with furious intensity outside.

“But…it is a life. I offer you a life, not an easy one, not a pretty one necessarily, but a life. Be the watcher of the living, be the minder of the sick, be the guide of the hale-bodied; leave behind your dead and let them find their peace. Come with me!”

She thought about it for a moment, then nodded. He was right; he might have been the sign she had been waiting for all these years.

Epilogue:

The last survivor of the great plague that had ravaged the valley and left it inhabited forevermore was never seen again. People say, she just vanished at some point. Some hold the belief that she has been carried away by fairies and others claim that on windy nights, one could see her walk along the stony ledges on her eternal way to the abandoned chapel.

We shall never know for sure what really happened to that sole survivor, but her name disappeared from the ledgers, never to be mentioned again in the books of men.

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