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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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❛ you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜ WITH KIRI PLS ILL DIE

☆༉ — EIJIROU KIRISHIMA: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ you’re fucking gorgeous like that, spread out for me like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜

extension. shibari kink, oral sex, begging, praise + afab!reader/pro hero!kirhsima, nsfw, minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

things to note. dani baby, i hope this pleases you bc im ngl i ascended to heaven writing this hehe !! anyways ily mwah mwah !!

“s-surprise?”

when you’d texted kirishima, asking him to come home early, this hasn’t been what he expected at all. he was a good man, he took his job saving the day a little too seriously. but when his baby texted him, in need and urgently, he was happy to hang up the mantle of number five hero to come and be your hero.

kirishima was a good man, but maybe good men don’t secretly thank the heavens that civilians don’t need rescuing so they can come home early just to fuck their baby.

“well this is nice,” eijirou does try to keep his voice even as he enters your shared bedroom — a place full of love and lust, usually in equal amounts. he feels his cock throb behind the heavy leather pants of red riot’s uniform. his tip oozes thick and viscous precum against the inside of the material at the sight of you, though it hardly does anything to alleviate his yearning.

you’re a vision of beauty, something only the gods of the highest power could spread, spread out against silken sheets with your ankles tied to the bed posts by red ribbon’s as dark as the blood that pumps through kirishima’s veins. that same blood that carries happy hormones through the chambers of his heart and right up to his brain, dizzying the redhead with delirium and desire for you.

thumbing the ribbon, eijirou comes to stand by the bed — swaying on his feet as he watches you tantalisingly scissor two of your fingers inside your tight heat while your hips back up in search for more. “you did this all for me? now, what did i do to deserve such a treat like this?” he speaks through a pout as if he’s mocking you, the rough palm of his hand traversing it’s way down your calves and your thighs that twitch under his touch.

truth be told, he is mocking you. because while he appreciates the view, kirishima knows your tiny little fingers are not enough to get you off on their own, he knows you must’ve been right on the edge waiting for him. his poor little baby. you poor little thing.

“missed you,” you croon, slipping another finger inside yourself to emulate the feeling of kirishima stretching you open. a squelching symphony echoes throughout the room as you fuck yourself and narrowly brush up against your g-spot, bouncing off of walls and shooting straight to the hero’s sopping, seedy length. “been workin’ so hard. w-wanted to treat you.”

“yeah? kirishima hums huskily as the bed dips beneath his weight. to see a man of his sheer size crawl between your open legs only serves to make you gush into the seat of your palm as it lewdly slaps against your puffy mound. “a reward all for me? god baby, i must be the luckiest man on earth t’get rewarded like this...” he continues, voice lowering to a carnivorous and lecherous growl that has your back arching away from the bed. the redhead can hardly control his slur either, saliva pooling in palette of his tongue as a sign post for his desperation to taste you.

calculatedly, eijirou spreads your swollen folds apart with two fingers — head swooping down to spit down on your clenching cunt and add his spit to the mix, watching the frothy white slide into your hole alongside whatever juices you leak. like the filthy, not so good man he is — he inhales deeply, moaning at the scent of your sex in the air. “you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good baby who just wants to be eaten.” his words taper off, drowned out by the loud slurping sound he makes as his lips wrap around your budding clit. “god, you’re so fucking wet down here, gorgeous. all for me?”

“a-all for you!” high pitched whines burst out from your spit-slicked lips and your legs jerk against their restraints when kirishima lays his tongue flat against your slit — sucking the juices right from between your swollen folds. he pushes your hand aside, languidly rolling his tongue past your entrance to fuck your greedy little hole, even though his appetite for your sweet nectar is probably greater than your body’s need for him.

kirishima’s ruby framed eyes roll back into the darkness of his skull at the taste of you and the way your nimble fingers sift through his red locks, harshly tugging his face into your sopping heat. “fuck me baby,” he laments mindlessly, lapping at your clit and your juicy pussy while you soak his cheeks with the syrupy essence that flows from your gooey insides. “i want it, want it all over my face. fuckin’ cover me in it.”

moving to rest your restrained legs on his broad shoulders, eijirou spreads you even further than before — whining against your folds, nose nudging your clit that pearls with arousal, pink tongue stimulating you to the point where your mind literally fucking breaks. you’re a mess, and if you could see yourself now, you’d be embarrassed at the way your thighs shake either side of your boyfriend’s head — every drag, and roll and flick of his tongue dragging you towards the orgasm your body so desperately cries out for.

“please baby, ah— fuck, please give it t’me baby. wanna taste you, want my reward so fucking badly, it hurts,” kirishima knows better than to talk with his mouthful — but he really can’t help it, wriggling his tongue against your ribbed walls in an impatient attempt to get you messy and squirting all over him just like he wants. three of his rough fingers find themselves on your clit, rubbing in tight circles while he sucks on your pussy so hard you think you might die.

“c’mon baby, know you’re close. you’re gonna cum for me? yeah?” a condescending chuckle vibrates against your sex, threatening to knock down the bricks of pleasure building in your lower tummy. “oh you fucking are. yeah you are… come on baby, come on. there you fucking are… oh, fuck.” at this point, he’s fucking the sheets — high on ecstasy, cock aching to cum but he won’t until you do.

your orgasm nearly kills you.

it sucks the life from your lungs and replaces it with all that is eijirou kirishima — your mind goes blank and your body convulses so hard that he has to hold you down while he kitten licks you through your high. eijirou takes everything that you give him too, gulping down the stream of your arousal until he feels like he’s choking, gagging on your juices like they’re the last thing he’ll ever have to drink.

he does so because he’s grateful.

because kirishima isn’t one to take eating you out as a reward, for granted.

#kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #kirishima thirst #kirishima x you #bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha thirst #eijirou kirishima smut #mha smut #kirishima eijirou smut #mha x reader #✮⋆˙ 0-800-hot guy-hotline #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚੭ — close friends story #♡︎₊˚dani.🍫

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whereonceiwasfire · 4 months

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If you're game to write a cheese melt (Vlad & Dani father-daughter dynamic) ficlet, I'd love to read one. If not, that's cool :)

*vibrating with excitement* My friend. Your cheese melt art has been living rent free in my head for WEEKS. It's my sincerest pleasure to write a ficlet for this. I hope it's okay that it's an outsider POV, I just had an idea and my brain went brrrrrrr LOL

May I offer you a dysfunctional parent-teacher interview?

Parent-teacher interviews are always a nightmare, but there's one in particular that’s making Amity Middle School’s beloved Ms. Burnell sweat through her shirt. As the time slot nears, her gaze keeps flickering to the clock, her classroom door, back to her nervously interlaced fingers on the desktop.

It’s going to be fine. Perfectly fine.

“This one! Over here! Dad! This is my class!” The excited words, shouted in the syrupy sweet voice of a little girl, sets every nerve on edge, Ms. Burnell’s heart plummeting straight into the pit of her stomach.

Oh lord. Maybe it’s not going to be fine.

Her student comes bounding into the classroom, eyes bright and excited, oversized blue sweater sleeves slipping over her hands, even as she gestures emphatically for her father to follow. Black hair spills out of her ponytail, whipping across her face as she throws herself into a desk across from Ms. Burnell’s with a bright smile.

Her father, on the other hand…

The heel of his expensive Italian loafers strike against the linoleum as the man stops at the threshold of the classroom, cool gaze doing an assessing sweep of the space, expression crinkling in distaste as it does. He doesn’t say a single word, doesn’t make any move to actually step inside the classroom.

Ms. Burnell is the one who clears her throat, pushing to an awkward stand as she extends a hand out to the man.

“Hello, Mr. Masters. Thank you for making the time to come discuss your daughter’s education. I know you’re very busy.”

The man’s eyes slip to her outstretched palm, and for a motifying second, she doesn’t think he’s going to take it. When he finally does, he just gives a brief, cursory shake before swiping his palm off on his suit jacket and striding past her toward his daughter.

Ms. Burnell’s face is all kinds of warm, chest tight with embarassment as she fumbles back to her desk, trying to wrestle herself back into some kind of composure. Still, she barely looks up as she pulls out a folder with Danielle Masters scrawled across the tab.

“Dad! Dad! That one’s mine! Do you see it? Do you like it?” Danielle calls proudly, tugging on her father’s suit sleeve and pointing toward the paintings that are spread out beneath the windows to dry, paper wavy and crinkled.

“Oh, er. That’s actually a good place for us to start,” Ms. Burnell cuts in apologetically.

Mr. Masters gaze snaps from where he’d been examining his daughter’s project, over to her, brows dropped low.

“Why? Is there a problem with my daughter’s work?” The question is sharp, accusatory, and she’s pretty sure her soul shrivels up a little bit at the unguarded disdain in the man’s eyes.

Swallowing hard, sweat beading against the back of her neck, Ms. Burnell resists the urge to immediately take it back. Surely he can see the problem with the piece—isn’t going to make her say it?

It's too scary.

When his challenging gaze doesn’t waver, she forces the words out.

“Uhm. Well. It’s just. Not quite. Appropriate for a sixth grade class?” It pitches up into a question as she gestures vaguely toward Dani’s painting.

It’s a bit sloppy, the layers of paint caked upon each other, the lines hasty and uneven, but the scene itself is clear enough—a little, smiling, white-haired girl in the shadow of some kind of hulking creature, its skin blue, eyes red, sharp fangs bared as its cape flares out to take up the rest of the page.

Ms. Burnell almost set up an appointment for Danielle with the school counselor when she saw it, wondering if Dani felt like she was the little girl, trapped amongst nightmares and “monsters.” She decided against it for the time being, until she could speak with the girl’s father, but that’s proving rather unhelpful so far if the contemptuous way the man is looking at her is any indication.

“Did Danielle complete the assignment?” he asks finally.

“Uhm. Yes.”

“And adhere to the grading criteria?”

“Sh-she did,” Ms. Burnell answers reluctantly.

“Then I don’t see the problem,” he answers, finality in the words as his gaze turns to his daughter. He takes a much softer tone with her, brushing the disorderly strands of hair off her face, an absent domesticity in the way he straightens the ponytail gone lopsided. “I think you did a lovely job, dear.”

“Thank you! I used Alizarin Crimson,” she answers proudly, hair flopping right back into her eyes.

“Excellent choice.”

“Uhm. Well, there’s also the matter of Danielle’s conduct,” Ms. Burnell cuts in.

The man lets out an irritated sigh, arms crossing over his chest as he leans back against one of the desks, one ankle crossed over the other, unimpressed gaze finding Ms. Burnell once more.

“What?” he says, like it’s an inconvenience.

She swallows hard. “She’s been…uhm. Not getting along with some of the other girls.”

“That is so unfair, Mackenzie started it!” Danielle shouts abruptly, popping up to her knees on her chair, palms slapping down against the desktop.

“Well that’s not what Mack—”

The girl keeps going, cutting Ms. Burnell off.

“She said the only reason Eli agreed to play with me at recess was because Joshua dared him too, and I said nuh unh and she said yuh hunh, and I asked how she knew that, and she couldn’t even prove it, it was so obvious she was making it up!”

“Mackenzie told me that you said some pretty unkind words to her, Danielle.”

“Barely! I just said it was a bad look for her to be so jealous of me and just because she looks like she fished her outfit from the same trash bin she got her personality from isn’t any reason to be a jerk.”

Her father’s expression twists into a sharp smirk, amusement lighting his blue eyes, and Ms. Burnell thinks she’s starting to get a better sense of why Danielle is proving to be one of the most challenging students in her class this year.

“We treat people with kindness and respect in this classroom, Dani. Do you think what you said to Mackenzie was kind and respectful?”

“Well…” Dani’s gaze drops, expression pinching in thought, and Ms. Burnell thinks she might actually be getting through to her.

“It doesn’t sound as though this other girl was treating Danielle with kindness and respect,” Mr. Masters answers, the words coming out with a mocking turn, like he finds the concepts incidental at best.

“That’s true. She did start it,” Dani reasserts, turning her gaze up to her dad.

“I’ve spoken to Mackenzie about her part in everything,” Ms. Burnell answers tightly. “But we’re here to talk about Danielle’s conduct. That’s not the only incident of its kind that’s occurred this year and—”

“You know, it sounds to me as though Danielle’s doing just fine,” Mr. Masters says, pushing up to a proper stand, tugging the bottom of his sleeves and smoothing the dark, wrinkleless fabric.

“But—”

“Did she make this girl cry?”

“Well. No, but—”

“And how are my daughter’s academics?” he asks, gaze fixed on hers, sending a chill creeping down her spine.

“Fine, but—”

“Has she gotten into a physical altercation with anyone?”

“Not exactly, but—”

“Started any fires?” he asks, sarcasm and derision dripping from the words.

“No, she hasn’t started any fires.”

“Then I believe this meeting is finished. Thank you for your time, Ms…”

“Burnell,” she answers weakly.

“Thank you for your time, Ms. Burnell. Danielle, are you ready to go?”

“Yup!” She pops up to an enthusiastic stand, rushing over to the windows to snatch up her painting, twisting it toward Ms. Burnell. “Can I take this home?”

She gives a heavy sigh, massaging her temples with her fingertips. “Sure, Dani. That's fine.”

“Thanks, Ms. B!” As the girl traipses after her dad, a bounce in her step, horrifying painting swinging at her side, Ms. Burnell can hear the girl still chattering away, even as they pass out of her classroom, voices growing distant. “Do you think I should have made Mackenzie cry?” she asks.

Ms. Burnell is glad she can’t hear the man’s response—she doesn’t even want to know his answer.

#dp ficlet #danny phantom ficlet #cheese melt #danielle phantom #vlad masters #outsider POV #thanks for the ask!#liliande-comics

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wandixx · 2 months

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Ghost of fries and Hero of cookies

All work words count: 14 593

Words in this part: 2 224

Summary of whole work: Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay Or Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of local hero? And he looked like he needed bad day combo anyway

This part summary: First meeting and training discussions Beta read by @audhumla-sailor though English is second language for both of us, so proceed with this in mind. I also know all of the charaters through fics alone, so probably ooc. Stay catious if it's something you don't like

Duke was running out of fumes to run on. Last few days would be exhausting if it was just vigilante or just civilian stuff but no, he had to have it both. Because of Arkham break out he had been called in three nights in a row, not for a whole patrol but he couldn't exactly sleep it of during the day like others did, especially not in a week when every teacher decided they need to have test or quiz or what not. Naps meant he wasn't as sleep deprived as he could be but he needed far more. But he couldn't because crime in Gotham never sleeps so he had normal patrol to finish and there were about two ours left.

Would something bad happen if he just stopped for a moment and laid on a roof? Ten up to fifteen minutes. It was a slow day too...

Yeah, no, he deserved a moment to rest and if something disastrous was to happen in the meantime he would shame other Bats for not giving him enough time to sleep.

It certainly said something that he found gravel covering this roof to be quite comfortable. He set a timer for ten minutes and let himself close his eyes.

When loud screech of timer jolted him awake, he was suddenly fully aware that he wasn't alone anymore. He sat up a little too quickly.

"Oh, you're awake," white haired girl around Damian's age chimed, sitting cross legged just few feets away from him. She wore something that could only be described as an unholy mix of lab safety hazmat and skintight workout jumpsuit, white and black. When had Gotham gotten a new vigilante? "Good, I just returned from snack hunt," she added, gesturing at a big textile bag lying next to her. Duke didn't have enough brainpower to do anything more than ask.

"What?"

Girl shrugged, take out from BatBurger in her hand.

"You look like you have a bad day if not few days, so I've got you my cousin's bad day combo or at least closest thing I could. BatBurger burger isn't as good as NastyBurger but you certainly have better fries," as she spoke, second take out bag, 1 quart bottle of energy drink, juice bottle of same size and pack of convenience store brownies joined greasy paper bag sealed with a sticker.

"Is your cousin a speedster?" Excuse Duke, it was a totally valid question, he saw with his bare eyes both Wally West and Bart Allen when they visited Manor. Noone else would be able to stomach the amount of food they inhaled during their stays.

"Nah, we're not that fast or that hungry. Though I think I may get closer to speed of sound," So, clearly a meta if white hair and weir aura that let his eyes rest weren't enough indication "My cousin when he has bad few days he often forgets to eat so this combo has to help with there too. But I'll steal your fries of course."

Duke was not going to look gift horse in teeth, so he grabbed one bag and tore it open. There was classic combo with bigger fries and NightWings inside.

"Thank you..." he trailed off, hoping that girl would take a clue and introduce herself but she didn't. She just drowned her fries in ketchup and started munching. She had her own juice.

"My cousin always said that each part of this combo has different purpose," she explained instead, slightly muffled because of fries in her mouth, "This" she gestured towards fast food meal "is to sooth your stomach. This "she tapped energy drink "is to sooth your brain and kick it back online. This "she raised bottle of juice, "is to sooth your taste buds because energy drinks are war crime against them and this "she nudged brownies "is to sooth your heart because Ancients damn it, this day is awful and you deserve it. At least that's what he told me when I had day bad enough to deserve that," she shrugged, licking ketchup of her finger. Suddenly she froze "You aren't allergic, are you?

"No, I'm not," he confessed bewildered.

"Good"

For a long moment they sat in silence, devouring food the little girl brought. Duke distantly wondered if this was how night shift spent their snack breaks. It felt nice.

He was finishing his part of brownies when girl spoke up again.

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah" he was a little surprised to realize that it was true. He'll have to note down what she put in this 'bad day combo'. "Thank you"

"Don't mention it," she shrugged with general gesture of dismissal, "You're one of my cousin's favorite heroes because you're vaguely his age and handle Gotham alone during the day and I quote, "she did honest to God air quotes at that" 'As only hero in Amity-' which is a lie by the way, Val is doing great and even if he suddenly got problem with how she feels about his alter ego, he still has Sam and Tuck even if they're usually more of moral support. And I helped when I visited, so no, he isn't only one. Anyway as he said 'As only hero in Amity, my heart goes out for anyone who deals with this type of bullshit so Dani if you absolutely have to prank heroes, leave them out of it, especially Signal, he can't be older than Jazz, he doesn't need any more mess to handle.' All aliens and lanterns are also off limits because he is a space nerd. But you aren't space related so I'm like 80% percent sure he has celebrity crush on you," she slurped more juice, unbothered.

Duke was thankful he wasn't swallowing anything because for sure she would choke. He took split second to consider addressing... this whole situation and choose not to. He was not ready to be anyone's celebrity crush.

"Your name is Danny?" he asked instead.

"Dani" she corrected" with an I"

"Ok. It's nice to meet you Dani-with-an-I," She giggled, nodding her head slightly.

"It's nice to meet you too Signal"

Duke stood up, stretching a little. Dani joined him after hastily putting all the trash in her bag. She was a little higher than expected.

"I have to get back to my patrol"

"Cool," she drifted back a bit, making him realize that she was floating a few inches above the ground. She fixed her bag on her arm.

"Hey, can I hang out a little bit more? My cousin will go green out of jealousy when I tell him," she added with a mischievous smirk but Duke could tell there was more to it. He took a moment to consider it, which apparently made girl nervous "I can be invisible the whole time, like before," she offered, disappearing in the meantime. He could still tell where she was, because of her heat signature and other waves she excluded but for regular people she would be no different than surrounding air.

"Yeah, you can hang around and you don't have to be invisible. Just don't get in my way when I have to actually do some fighting."

She popped back to visible spectrum and pouted like Damian whenever he got benched.

"I can fight, y'know? I stopped mugging on a snack run."

It was ten god damn minutes, how could she get so much food and stop mugging in such a short time?!

Oh, right, superspeed. Still, impressive.

"I haven't seen it-" he started, channeling all Dick-trying-to-wrangle-Damian-into-socially-acceptable-activity energy he could muster "-so I don't know how you fight or even what powers do you have. If we tried to fight together we would trip over each other" It was a bare faced lie, Bat training made sure of that but he knew for fact that if he said anything else, the girl would be mad and probably did her own thing.

Was that what Bruce thought about all of them?

Oh no.

Dani still looked displeased but after a moment of consideration she nodded with a defeated sigh.

Suddenly she straightened like she got struck by lightning and whipped around.

"Wha-"

She just shushed, raising finger to her mouth. Duke did indeed quietened.

"I have enhanced hearing," she whispered "There is a mugging somewhere this way."

"Let's go then," he shot his grapple, waving his other hand at Dani to come with him before he jumped off the roof. He heard the girl giggle as she flew right after him.

"After this you'll show me the coolest gargoyles, okay? Sam asked for photos"

"Okay"

It seemed that the end of this patrol wouldn't be as bad as the start was. Hopefully.

And afterwards he was going to lock himself in his room until sky falls down or he was well rested.

Yeah, that was a good plan.

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"Hey kid," Signal started, dropping from fire escape to cuff weirdo in clown mask who Dani just fought. He did it deliberately slowly to show her how to do it like he always did. She choose to not be to annoyed at being called kid again and noted to herself to come up with good codename later. All her previous ideas apparently weren't cutting it and she couldn't keep going by Dani because reasons.

"Yes?"

"Who gave you a combat training?" he asked getting up from a crouch and gesturing towards roof. So it's going to be longer talk, okay.

"My cousin," well, Flashes in Central taught her some stuff but it was more rescue and reassure type of deal not punch and kick, Sam tried to get her through basics of psychological warfare in activism, Tucker sweared he would teach her some programming and hacking but never got around to it, Jazz did some emotional training and Val offered to teach her Red Huntress skills when she got back, but yeah, all in all, Danny was the one to show her how to punch people. Even though it was more of 'shit we have to fight, observe maybe, idk' most of the time. She picked some tricks from Vlad too now that she thought about it, not that she planned to give him any credit for it, like, ever. "Why?"

"I have a bone to pick with him," vigilante announced, melting with the shadows. Dani sped as much as she could to beat him to the roof. She was competitive spirit like that.

Unfortunately he was first. She made another note to herself (she was so going to forget them in next five to ten minutes) to train her speed a bit more. She got tips from the guy with the title of The Fastest Man Alive for crying out loud, she shouldn't loose with the person who technically doesn't even have superspeed!

Signal sat cross legged on the gravel and tossed her a healthy granola bar. He kept doing it for some reason.

"I'm sorry to break it to you, but almost everything in your fighting technique is horrible. Your cousin did shitty job as a teacher" he started in warm slightly teasing tone. Dani felt attacked anyway.

"It's not like he has any sort of training either," she started, trying to sound nonchalant, rolling her eyes. "Cut him some slack," She bit a snack in attempt to cover her furry. It had chocolate and raspberries, was quite tasty and she was kinda hungry anyway. She wasn't sure she wanted to know how Signal knew it though "Everything he learned is from the trial and error by crashing through a few walls. Quite hard to care about 'technique'. I at least got his mistakes to learn from so don't you dare to speak about him like that!" alright, she lost it, she can admit it. But, Signal might be cool and Danny may or may not like him (she hoped he didn't, Val was much better option) but Gotham's hero had no right to say anything bad about her template. He didn't know anything. He didn't understand.

Signal looked like he was going to say something so she put her ghostly vocal cords to use and growled.

Don't-harm-family/will-fight/ protect-mine/don't-you-dare

She didn't stop to consider how unlikely it was for him to understand her. She crossed her hands on her chest, glaring.

Turned out, growl was enough of the warning. He carefully picked his next words.

"Sorry, it's not the way I should've phrase it," he started, his mouth doing the thing it did when people were embarrassed with themselves but in an uncomfortable, a bit angry way. He understood his mistake, good. She calmed her glare a bit. "I wasn't aware of you circumstances. If you want, I can show you some tricks, Batman is very throughout with his training"

"No, thank you, I'm good" she was still mad. So mad. And she was not pouting.

"Of course you're good but you can be better, more efficient."

"No." Whatever Signal would propose to her, she wouldn't agree. He said mean things about Danny not even a minute before. She couldn't let him have it on a principle!

"I'll give you a cookie after every training," he pleaded "The homemade, tasty one"

Well, that changed things. A lot of things.

"Yes please!"

He apologized anyway.

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Second part

I know democratic winner in poll for now is "publish all at once" and believe me, I respect democracy, especially now that I finally have rights to do things, but Tumblr wouldn't let me. Too long or something. So, it'll be in parts, sorry guys. I'll try to post all of the parts this weekend though (or one each day, I'll see).

Yes, I didn't have a name for this fic until five minutes ago, how did you know? It's quite alright though, I think. If you have better idea I may reconsider

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dani hangs out with duke #signal got new sidekick and he doesn't even know it yet #not fully at least #Dani: I'm going Goth(am)#Danny: Maybe don't?#Dani: Nah #Danny: Stay safe?#Dani: Alright *imprints on the first hero she sees*#this random mugger Dani stopped: Last thing I saw was feral racoon child #police officer: what?#almost mugging victim: I was saved by said feral racoon child #police officer: What?!#Dani: Alright. Good deed for today done. They're calling my name in BatBurger to get my stuff. See ya!#Dani: I hope I can make it back before Signal wakes up #Police guy&mugger&victim: Did she kidnap our hero???#Dani: *fights*#Duke: With all due respect. How did you survive this long?! *died inside a little bit from stress*#wandixx writes #ghost of fries and hero of cookies #have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part

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marytvirgin · 1 year

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I like my whiskey the way I like my men

- John Price x f!Reader (Death)

Reader have tatoos... Lots of them.

I'm thinking of using this as a plot for a fic. Tell me what you think.

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PART TWO!

You didn't expect your night to be like this. But oh boy, this is better than you expected.

Tight black dress with thin straps with an opening on the right thigh that almost shows the strap of your black panties. Loose hair around the face, silver earrings on the ears and dog tags hanging between the neckline of the breasts. High-hein boots stiletto. Bare arms revealing the skin covered in black and white tattoos, some specific spots colored in red – patterns of roses, knives and guns cover the entire length of both arms. On your back, the large "La Muerte" tattoo appeared through the neckline of the dress.

And this type of clothing, which shows so much of what makes you you are not ideal to be close to a superior. But how were you supposed to know he'd be there just that night?

Captain Price.

A living legend.

You didn't notice him at the bar, too distracted by your companions of the night. All old army friends, gathered at a table in the centre of the bar. At this point, some men had already approached your desk trying their luck with any of you. You laughed while listening to them. Beautiful boys, but too young for your preference.

You like those who wouldn't piss you off for minimal and childish things, those who knew how to deal with women, really deal with instead of just trying to wet their dicks. The guy who'd go down on a woman and make her legs tremble; fuck your brain. Yes, that's your type.

And usually that means older men.

"Girl!" Your friend, Dani, poked you with a suspicious smile. "There's a man here who's very much your type!"

"Where?" You asked, smiling too.

Dani was that one type of friend who almost a hundred percent of the time showed you the guys you'd spend one or even a few more nights with. She knew you well enough and seemed to have a radar for good fucks. A sixth sense that benefited you – a lot.

"On your six. He's with some beautiful friends too. You must take a look!"

"Just like that?"

"Just like that. Uh-oh. I'm sure you'll climb him like a fucking spider monkey. "

Shaking your head, you laughed. But the laugh died in your glass when you turned to look.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Sitting two tables behind yours was a group of four men. With his back to you was what appeared to be a mountain of muscles, the hood of the sweatshirt pulled over your head. Next to him was another strong man, fair skin and a mohawk on top of his head – this one was smiling. The other man was the smallest on the table, but still strong. This one has black skin, low cut hair and an extremely fun smile dancing on his lips – as if enjoying an inside joke with the mohawk guy. All extremely familiar to your taste.

But it was the last man you noticed that made you choke on your drink and turn to your friend, your eyes wide while coughing.

He's big, the second largest on the table. Well-combed brown hair, soft beard spread across his face, bright blue eyes, medium lips. The leather jacket makes him look even bigger. Lord, you still remember the serious and soft voice he has.

Dani is right, you could really climb Price – if he let you.

"Fuck!"

"Girl, what-"

"That's Captain Price!" Your voice came out half-shouted, half-whispered. "He leads the task force 141!" Dani eyes go wide as she recognized the name. "That's 141!"

You've been on the field with Captain Price before, the man is a force of nature when leading. You had saved Price two years ago in your first deployment with him, and then worked as the man two more times. Not only that, but you know the big man too, even if you can only see his back. He is Lieutenant Ghost; you had been deployed to him in Al Mazrah three months earlier. Extremely confidential mission, hand-picked team. And he had picked you.

Those are two of the men who had your respect to the maximum level.

"The captain?

"Himself!"

"Oh… "

Wait… oh Lord.

"Were you talking about him?!”

"I think so. Can you judge me? He's your type." She smiled as her eyes were wide-eyed. "Why don't you go there? Say hi, ask him how he's doing..."

"Are you going crazy?!".

"Whoa, I don't see the problem. With all this desperation, it seems like you have a crush on the man… "

You do, but she doesn't need to know that - she already knows, probably. This bitch.

"Dani, he was my captain in three deployments! Not to mention the lieutenant! The man can kill me if I bother him, really! " Ghost is not at all bad, just silent, focused, not so funny. Fucking dangerous.

Dani frowned and stared at you for a moment. You took it as a victory for her to drop the subject.

"In addition, our field of operation is the same. Both of us are SAS. That would go against the rules of our book.”

It's a shame.

A smile opened on Dani's lips, not the kind you like. "I dare you to go there and buy a drink for the captain. In front of him, so he knows it's you."

May God kill you now.

There it was. The word "dare" moved you. You have a problem not knowing how to lose or not proving that you were capable of something. She knows that. Your weakness. You've almost been arrested because of this before, got yourself into so much trouble in your recruiting time because of dares. But...

You think that if you defied death so many times that you've come to the point of being compared to it, you've even won the callsign Death...

You can do that.

"You are a cunt! Challenge accepted. "

Dani's laugh was too high for your taste, attracted looks you didn't want. Drinking your other friend's tequila shot, you got up and started walking to the table of 141. One by one, the men at the table have put their attention on you – it's not their fault, your clothes and tattoos make it very difficult to ignore you.

Fuck, you can't do that!

"Sergeant Death, some time without seeing you." Price greeted you as soon as you got to the table.

"Captain." You nodded lightly. "I've been busy. You know, Laswell loves me." Price opened a smile and pulled the chair free from the table for you to sit on. "Lieutenant Ghost." You waved to the man a little more serious. "Boys." The other two at the table waved, looking shocked.

"To what do I owe the honor?" Price asked, arching one of the eyebrows. Eyes gleaming in the dim lights of the bar.

God.

Help.

"A dare." You said before you could hold it. Better be honest.

"What was the dare?" Price asked, leaning his elbows on the table, leaning slightly towards you.

Oh. That move, you've had guys do it before. Same look, same inclination. God help you not to be misunderstanding the situation.

His left eyebrow rose slightly. The man's movement made a wave of confidence spread through you, a predatory smile opening on your red-painted lips revealing pearly white teeth. Your eyes moved across the table briefly taking in the reactions – all but the lieutenant had a slight glow of surprise in his eyes.

"Buy you a drink and make it clear that I did it."

"Damn it. She really went to this." The mohawk guy whistled softly at the darkened skin guy next to him.

You sat slightly leaning to the captain's side, passing one of the tattooed arms over the back of your own chair. The neckline on the breasts more prominent. Through the corner of your eyes, you saw Dani and the other women at the table spinning their jackets over their heads – Dani let a wolf whistle escape.

"So, what are you drinking, Captain?" Price chuckled as he looked you deep into your eyes.

"Whiskey."

"Hmn... "

With a shake from your hand, you called the waitress to the table and asked for another two doses. The waitress, knowing you well, smiled blinking one eye when you whispered to her what whiskey you wanted. As soon as she put the glass on the table, John picked it up and tried the drink. The man's eyebrows rose in surprise for taste.

"Surprised, sir?" You laughed lightly, really enjoying having impressed the man.

"I didn't expect you to know good whiskeys, I admit."

"You want to know my secret?" You asked, leaning slightly forward as the cup hid your growing smile. Price waved confirming. "I like my whiskey the way I like my men... I like them older."

The rest of the dose went down your throat, burning your stomach along with the tequila. You rose from the chair still smiling like a wolf that cornered his prey and supported a hand on the shoulder of the man looking into his eyes.

"They always taste better."

Price's eyes darkened slightly, his expression shifting to something slightly wild. Fuck, your body's heated up – and maybe it's not the drink responsible.

"See you around, sir."

You left the table, listening to the whistles of the two men you didn't know while they were messing with the captain. Looking over your shoulder, you noticed that John had not turned his gaze away.

Maybe he is the wolf now...

And you're the prey about to be cornered.

Fuck, you can come, Captain. I’m waiting for you.

#john price x reader #captain price x reader #john price x you #captain price imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #kyle garrick x reader #john mactavish x reader #simon riley x reader #cod x reader #ghost x reader

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wonryllis · 2 months

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、ㅤ🪷 ⋆ ࣪ 午 MY LOVES (MOOTiEs) ᵎᵎ ✶ 𝐒𝐅𝐖 so srry for the tag.

THERE'S NO SPECIFIC ORDER,, IF I MISSED SOMEONE IM SO SORRY IT WASN'T INTENTIONAL JUST PLS LMK ASAP ILL ADD YOU!!

@jaesvelvet ( cha ) my soft corner, love her so much and miss her so damn much all the time talking to her is healing

@seungstarss ( sei ) my first ever fan turned bestie :( miss you babes,, i literally survived half my time of tumblr becuz of her

@maiverie ( mai ) the humour goddess, fics are top tier plots filled with crack you never gonna find another like her, my second bestie <3

@luvhyun3 ( kana ) my love who is almost never on here anymore but i still love her, we're in long distance atm pls understand.

@hoes4hoseok ( piper ) her brain, brains so hard, the creativity is off the charts and so underrated like people are blind if you don't know her.

@ctrlemis ( art ) bestie who's perhaps as crazy as me if not more, we had a super talking stage but our situationship is kinda off rn :( miss you

@jangwonie ( fae ) she's my baby don't touch her. a pretty little sweetie angel, so caring, mwah :3

@nyukyujs ( kya ) the sweetest purest person ever like the most beautiful angel inside out! taught me so much about spreading love and positivity

@heecyon ( bee ) she's my wife, i love her a lot but we haven't been talking for a long while now, if you see this beebee i miss you a lot let's catch up wyf.

@koishua ( vienna ) didn't talk a lot but i love loved her works, it was everything, sad she left but it's a part of life.

@boyfhee ( caelin ) the reincarnate of shakespeare? hello? and so sweet and humble too a literal babe. period.

@www-jungwon ( elena ) another one i haven't gotten dirt on yet,, soon though. she's my high achiever mate who writes cute masterpieces

@okwonyo ( jiah/bambi ) always sending suspicious anon asks +_+ and making it so obvious omg she's an amateur baby

@atrirose ( seiu ) apparently my gf? cheating on me with half the blr and does it so smooth you'll have no idea

@eeunoia ( psyche ) the prettiest sunghoon girlie of all time, the most talented, and lastly my idol that's i'll never roast or dig up dirt on ☆‿⁠☆

@leaderwon ( luna ) another baby of mine that i absolutely need to protect. she be so me can't let her end up like me damn.

@tyunni ( may ) we not that close but i love her account and i love her works and i love her vibes so bingo! riki to my won.

@jjunae ( kae ) hold on for a little im busy finding pick up lines for this gorgeous right here,, let my rizz not fail

@stariekis ( uri ) an angel who showed up one day and took me to her hometown where i found out i was the lost angel from their village. oh.

@lheebra ( dani ) my dear little love who will always have VIP passes to my blog. a sweetpie with limitless talents!

@isoobie ( ri ) she's a student of how to do it like yeonie school and lemme tell you, she's an ace already aimming for the top spot, beware.

@fakeuwus ( nic ) uwu uwu uwuuuu uwuu uwu uwuwu uwu uwu uwuwuu (she's my uwu who understands my uwu language, my uwu soulmate)

@lilyuwon ( yev ) one of the first persons i talked to on this blog, and im so glad we still do, love interacting with her and absolute lovely being!

@ms-no1kpopstan ( mickie ) cutiepie who's such a sweetpea, haven't been talking for long but she's really nice and supportive, adore her :3

@theyluvvaubery ( ? ) haven't been able to interact or talk much but she's a sweetie!!

@sainns ( anna ) my fellow sunghoon hoe keeper, we are protecting him from the locals who always ask for him. we gatekeep and share!

@stwrjvke ( ash ) she boops as much as she loves and guess what she booped me infinite so.. i bewitched her at my annual royal ball.

hmu if you wanna be mutuals/frnds im always up for it!

MUTUALS I HAVEN'T TALKED TO BUT WOULD LOVE TO!

@sjyuns

@kareyuns

୨ৎ . . 𝓂o𝐨𝐭 𝓰a𝗺𝗲s ᵎᵎ

moots in prompt generator with bias and i rate them.

moots as tropes assigned with any idol.

moots as kpop idols they'd be.

moots as songs, webtoons and who'd be travel buddy + sibling vibes

moots as favorite drinks.

moots as kpop songs.

moots on the level of delulu-ness.

#no i absolutely wasn't held at a gunpoint when i wrote the good things ^///^#. ` ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ⭑ yeonie #﹙⪩⪨.﹚ 𝒎𝒚 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 ˃̵ᴗ˂̵#MUTUALS

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becauseicantthinkwritings · 1 year

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Teeth

Part 4!

Werepanther! Billy Russo x Female Reader

Masterlist

Oh, @marvelmusing, I bet you thought that was the last of it...

Warnings: heavy voyeurism, smut, hints of angst.

B.Russo.

That's what he'd written on the scrap of paper. What was the 'B' for?

Probably Big cock because honestly, even though you had resisted temptation and not looked, his entire vibe expressed in detail how big his dick probably was.

He was... really something. His entire aura made you want to curl up beside him, have him hold you protectively while you slept. You just wanted to touch him, and keep touching him, and maybe kiss him if he wanted.

The memory of some of your dreams of him come to mind, they'd been eerily vivid, slow kisses and eager touches and words that you couldn't remember but the feeling of hearing them was seared into you.

Fuck, you might like him a little more than you expected.

You wanted to text him, maybe send him a message, but you were so trapped by fear.

What if he hadn't meant it like that? Maybe this was just for emergencies, and he would find you annoying if you tried. Maybe he found you annoying enough already.

You sigh, putting your phone down.

Where had that sarcastic girl inside of you gone? The one that had sassed a serial killer who was about to end her?

You'd felt yourself change so much after that experience, scared of the world around you, and you missed her, you missed the person that you used to be.

She wouldn't have had any problems asking a hot guy his name.

Then again, William wasn't just any hot guy, he was still a client, and you definitely should not get involved.

He was probably just extending a courtesy to you anyway.

It was annoying how much he found himself staring at his phone.

Fuck. Had he come on too strong?

He rubs a tired hand over his face, exhausted.

The predator was scratching at the inside of his mind endlessly, turning his brain to shreds. Demanding he go to her, demanding he find her, and kiss her, and pick her up, seat her soft body on his, feel the heat of her arousal between her thighs-

His phone rings.

Fuck.

Truly, everything was so tedious now, mind-numbingly boring. He no longer wanted to spend long hours at the office, sacrificing his personal time for work, he wanted you. He wanted an existence, where he could go home to you, crawl into bed beside you, rest his body beside yours, stay there beside you until he rots, leaving only your bones and his together, a lifetime of eternal peace.

He blinks, realises how insane his thoughts are.

He didn't know the first thing about you.

No, that wasn't true, he knew lots, he knew how you laughed and he knew the sound of your voice and the scent of your skin and there was a million more things to learn and he wanted to know them all.

"Surprise!" Dani exclaims as you open the door to her.

You laugh in amusement, unable to see much of her face through the magnificently large palm plant in her hands.

"How on earth are you holding on to that? It's fucking huge." You say, stepping aside to let her in.

"I'm strong, I get by." She replies easily, moving to place the plant by your nearest window.

You watch her, as you close the front door.

She grabs at the heavy curtains, pulling them aside to let some sunlight in.

"Oh, this place is awesome, I love the little balcony." She comments, staring out of the windows.

You grin.

"Thanks, honestly, I don't go out there much." Or even open your curtains, but you'd definitely have to have some sunlight come in now for your new plant friend.

"Can I?" She asks, and waits for your nod of approval before pulling the glass door open.

The cool air of the morning spills in, you find yourself liking it, appreciating new things about your new apartment.

Truthfully, having the windows open made you a little bit on edge, you didn't know who would be able to look in, and it paired oddly with your feeling of constantly being watched.

Outside certainly wasn't too bad though, as you inched closer to the window, you found that you could see a little into the house next door, a kitchen area and a little bit of a sitting area, with a cute fireplace.

This was his house, you realise with abject facination.

"Who's house?" Dani asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Uh, the guy I was telling you about, who helped me with my bags the other day."

"Big dick Russo?"

You smile.

"Yeah, him."

"Hmm, nice place." She comments, moving away from the window.

When your second friend arrives, she brings a jar of cacao nibs and a crate of strawberries.

You happily thank Amy, washing some of the strawberries and settling into the couch to enjoy them.

You'd been friends with Dani and Amy for a lot of your life, and you'd come a long way with them. They were both there that night, you'd been trying to keep them safe when you'd taken off running.

You remember the aftermath, stumbling back toward the sound of their voices calling your name, trying to explain to them, with barely any breath left in your lungs, what had happened.

They hadn't left you alone for even a second that night, at least one of them in sight at all times.

If it weren't for them, the aftermath would have decimated you.

You curl up happily with your strawberries, listening to their little updates.

You smile when Dani turns her concerned eyes to you, she asks how you've been sleeping.

"Actually a lot better here. I feel surprisingly safe."

She nods in understanding.

"Yeah, the doorman looked at me so suspiciously it was almost funny. If you didn't call ahead, he might have kicked me out."

You smile, nodding.

"No more surprise birthday parties for me."

"Well, I can always seduce him into letting me in." She says with a shrug of her shoulder, earning a laugh from you.

Amy, who has been making herself a cup of tea, squeaks loudly.

You spin to look at her, her eyes open comically wide, hands clamped over her mouth as she stares out the open door to the balcony.

"Oh my god, what?" Dani says, standing suddenly to move to another window, parting the curtains slightly to look out.

She looks for a second, eyes scanning the area in confusion, before her mouth drops open.

"What?" you say moving to take a peek over her shoulder.

At first you don't see it, you don't know where to look, your first thought was something on the roof of the next building or maybe the ground below, before movement in the opposite window catches your eye.

Your mouth goes dry.

His hair is wet, fresh from a shower, his torso is bare. You blink, trying to double check that he was in fact there, in his kitchen, half-naked after a shower, a towel wrapped around his hips.

He reaches into one of the taller cupboards, grabbing a mug, the muscles of his back flexing as he closes the cupboard door.

Your body tingles at the sight of him. You watch him scratch the corner of his lip absentmindedly as he checks his phone, turning away to disappear deeper into his home where you can't see.

"Jesus Christ." Dani whispers, reminding you that she was there, a small frown forming on your face as you realise that you're not the only one admiring him.

"We shouldn't be watching him." You try to say, looking at Amy, who does not draw her eyes away from the window.

Dani's gasp pulls your attention, and you try to peek over her shoulder once more.

His hair is askew, his body a little less wet now, black boxers replacing the towel on his hips.

"That's a big dick for sure." Dani whispers.

"Stop. Enough." You say with finality, reaching around her to shut the curtains in her face.

You close in the balcony door next, avoiding looking over as you draw the curtains shut.

Everyone is silent for a moment, before Amy says your name.

"Please send him a text." She says, with pleading eyes.

You let out a little huff.

There's a fascination for him that does not leave you, and when you find him in your dreams later that night, you make sure to express all your pent up frustrations very clearly.

He's standing in your living room, studying the little palm tree. He turns to you with a smile when he senses you approaching.

You are not smiling.

Hands gripping his wrists, you pull at him, almost angry in your feverish movements.

He looks stunned when you push him to a sitting position on your couch.

You're still in your vintage night dress, all soft fabrics and little bows, you raise the hem, sliding yourself onto his lap easily.

He's still looking at you with surprised eyes, he doesn't know what's brought this on but he does not want to stop it in any way.

"What will it take to make you mine?" You whisper, leaning into him. His eyebrows draw together, confused.

"I already am." he answers easily, just as your noses brush.

"I wish you were," you say harshly against his mouth, "I wish you knew how badly I want you."

"I was made for you." He confesses, a promise against your lips as his fingers secure themselves to the spot behind your neck, pulling you in.

Your mouths meld together, a blissful sigh from each mouth.

Your body calls out to him, empty, aching.

You take his free hand, guiding it slowly over your thigh, so that he touches the spot right over your womb.

"I need you right here." You gasp into his mouth, and you feel his fingers tighten reflexively on the back of your neck.

He says your name, a whispered prayer.

"Please. I'm so tired of being empty." You plead, ready to beg if he would just give you what you crave.

"I'm right here," he promises, hands caressing either side of your face, kissing your lips one more time for good measure.

"And I'm not going anywhere."

When you wake, it's with a sad sigh.

It's odd, to be this disastrously needy, and yet feel an ache in your chest like never before.

You strip your nightdress off, your body exposed to the cool air of your room, only your underwear on to shield you from what you're about to do next.

You're not thinking when you pull your bedroom curtains open, all you want, is for him to see.

It doesn't matter that he's a stranger, or that he's a client. In the dark of the night, with the moonlight streaming in, all you want him to be, is yours.

He isn't expecting it.

So when he moves to his windows to check for movement, he doesn't think it's real.

For a moment, he thinks he might still be dreaming.

But no.

There you are.

Your curtains parted, and he can see right into your bedroom, the moonlight soft on your gorgeous skin.

You writhe on your sheets, one hand on your breast, the other- he swallows- the other under the lining of your panties.

You were playing with yourself.

His heart hammers in his head, the predator roars.

He watches, it doesn't take much for you to come, back arching, quiet gasps, trembling thighs.

Your chest heaves as you try to suck in air. He wishes he was in the room with you. The scent of your cunt must be filling the room by now, despite the flimsy piece of fabric between your thighs.

What were you thinking about? Was it him?

You tug your fingers out of your underwear, his mouth waters at the sight of your glistening fingers.

He groans, backs away from the windows so that his silhouette isn't visible. Watches you close the curtains, and disappear from his view.

It's well into the morning, long after he's been awake, after his Sunday morning run, he's standing in his kitchen, blending a smoothie, when his phone goes off, a little picture display telling him exactly who it is.

'What's the 'B' in your name stand for?'

Billy smiles.

#werepanther!billy russo #teeth #billy russo #billy russo x reader #monster!billyrusso #monster!billy russo #monster!billy #Jess #this is for you #ben barnes #billy russo x female reader #my writings #the punisher #billy russo smut

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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@thyhoodlum : Imagine if one day Y/N just brings home a literal grizzly bear into the castle like “If dangerous why chonk? :)

Haha I would totally do this! I named the bear Apricot :3 Let’s get into it!

Y/N: *Riding on the back of a grizzly bear* We’re almost home, Apricot!

Apricot: *Growls and snorts*

Y/N: *Buries their face into Apricot’s shoulder* You’re my new best friend! Um… Promise to keep this between you and me? Sal would be so upset if he heard me say that…

Apricot: *Small rawr*

Y/N: See, this is why we work. You get me.

Y/N and Apricot: *Arrive at the castle*

Y/N: *Hops off of Apricot* Here we are, little lady! Castle Dimitrescu! After you! *Opens the door to the castle, ushers Apricot inside*

Apricot: *Walks in*

Y/N: Alci! Girls! I’m home and I’ve got a little surprise!

The Dimi sisters: *Immediately swarm in*

Cass: *Sees Apricot standing behind Y/N* Look out, Y/N! There’s a giant bear behind you!

Apricot: *Lies down on the floor and covers her face with a paw*

Y/N: Cass! She’s sensitive about her weight! *Turns to Apricot* It’s okay, Apricot! You look great for just having three cubs in April! *Rubs Apricot’s head*

Bela: -_- I don’t get it, Y/N. Do you make it a goal to piss us off?

Dani: *Pushes past Bela* Teddy!! *Runs up and snuggles Apricot*

Apricot: *Snuffles contentedly*

Alcina: *Walks in* What is it, draga? A present- *Shrieks* What is that animal doing in my foyer!

Y/N: *Gasps* She’s not just an animal! She’s my friend!

Cass: *Turns to Alcina* She doesn’t seem dangerous, Mother. Y/N and Daniela have been rubbing her for a few minutes and she hasn’t eaten them, so… *Runs over and and pets Apricot*

Bela: *Really wants to rub the bear but would like to get Alcina’s approval first* Mother? May I pet Apricot as well?

Alcina: *Groans* Ugh, you named it, Y/N? Oh, and yes, Bela. You may pet it. *Waves a hand at Bela*

Bela: *Squeals and practically lies on top of Apricot*

Apricot: *Enjoys the scritches for a moment, really wants Alcina’s attention, stands up and the girls go toppling over*

Alcina: *Berating Y/N, feels something fuzzy rubbing against her hand* -Why do you always insist on bringing everything from the outside to the inside?! I can’t-

Alcina: *Looks down and sees Apricot leaning into her, sighs and scratches her on the ear* She looks absolutely miserable! *Picks up the bear and cradles her* She would much rather be in the forest living her life than to be cooped up inside the castle! *Massages Apricot’s head* Just look at the poor thing!

Apricot: *Almost asleep in Alcina’s arms, completely relaxed*

Y/N: *Scratches the back of their neck* Uh… Then I guess now would be a bad time to bring up that I also brought her cubs home? *Opens the castle door wider and three baby bears come scrambling in*

Alcina: *Rolls her eyes and groans* Well, this is a terrible time to mention that! *Leans down and scoops up the cubs as well* I mean, I bet you named them too! *Nuzzles each of the bears*

Y/N: *Chuckles nervously* Hehe, yeah. Alci, meet Butterscotch, Cocoa, and Donut.

Alcina: *Snarls* You are truly an imbecile, Y/N! I can’t believe you! Now I have to go get beds for them all and find the perfect collars that match their individual personalities! *Kisses them all on the nose* Honestly, is there anything going on in that brain of yours?!

Alcina and Y/N: *Walk off with Alcina holding all of the bears, still bickering*

Bela: …

Cass: …

Dani: I don’t think they understand how arguments work…

Note: Did you see what I did with the bears’ names? ;)

Masterlist

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #y/n is stupid #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu

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fantasy-relax · 3 months

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Others MC after gaining knowledge of the loop without memories of the past routes but keeping the new ones if the loop restarts. : Having a panic attack about existence *did anything matter? Did my chooses have no weight? What about the other versions of me? I'm the original or just another countless version lost in time? *

Trying to found a way out of the loop.

My shithead Mc : haha nice, *make a list of things to do, some are just things that never have time to do other are either are dangerous or inmoral*

Having the time of their life.

The list (NSFW included)

Beat the shit out the Stans with a bat

Go to parties with Angie

Try skating with Dani

Take Elena to a party with angie/ beat the shit out of all the annoying patrons.

Try Cinder unholy creation of drink

Tell alcina that she is an humongous bitch with the maternal abilities of a coconut.

Burn alcina secret artsy room. (Blame someone else if possible if not laugh at her face and square up)

Kidnap Bela and Cassandra so they and Dani could have a sister day.(Threaten to burn down the theater and the student council)

Tell Cassandra how a bitch she have been with her sisters.

Make Bela ditch her student council responsibilities. (kidnapping is in the table)

Try every single club

Steal a car

Steal all the technology that you always wanted.

Vandalism in all the walls of the school

Be gentleman with Cassandra and court her. Show support and help her to sleep more.

Kill the Stans the fuckers deserve it

Tell alcina that good parents keep their children away from dangerous cults, you stupid bitch. Burn alcina art room again

Help Bela so she can rest more.

Help Bela get back her heart what the fuck is going on here?

Hang out with Daniela and tell her that she is amazing and deserving of love.

Help Daniela break her curse, again what the fuck is wrong with alcina.

Pass time with alcina to know what the fuck is wrong with her.

WHAT THE FUCK ALCINA.

Kidnap that annoying pink head bitch and Burn alcina art room, with her inside.

Give some gifts to Daniela as apology for fucking her Mom in the past loop.

Hang out more with Angie to recover sanity.

Flirt with Angie aunt.

Beat the shit out of the annoying patrons of the flower shop.

Discover the killer. Okay, what the fuck is going on this school.

Flirt with donna, she kill you to protect Angie so try to forgive her.

Date donna, she is cute. Do your best to make her happy. Forgive her

Fuck her brains out, make her your precious doll. Now you can forgive her.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THE HEADMISTRESS DOING

Investigate Miranda

Be patient

Tear up her clothes, throw all the shit in her desk and Fuck her hard on the motherfucking desk until she is crying and then fuck her more. Run away from the scene

High Five mia in your way out.

Hide and hang out with Mia. Dumb ways to die so many dumb ways to die.

Avoid the headmistress.

See if you can convince (NSFW) :

Bela of fucking in the study council room. Treat her like a horny whore hiding behind the miss perfect mask. Praise her too. Make her cockwarm while she is working, edging her and the fuck her until she is overstimulated.

Donna of fucking In the front of her flower shop. Put her above the counter were anyone could see her come like a dirty whore, under the counter eating her out while she try to tell the clients that whatever they want will be deliver it tomorrow.

Run away from the school. TO THE HELL WITH EVERYTHING

Use Miranda as a fuck doll/ cumslut because she is the cause of everything. She wants you? Fine let's see if she can handle it.

Make know to all the student body that their headmistress is just a whore. Shame her, forget all about the rules for bdsm, forget about your morals. Be the worst version of you every time she triggers the loop.

Go to cat café.

Convince Daniela of burning down her mother art room. It will be cathartic. Angie can tag in too.

#Resident lover #donna beneviento #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #mother miranda #cassandra dimitrescu #My work #My shithead mc

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whumblr · 4 months

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Experiment

Continuation from Scary words - pt 1 here

After the A for asphyxiation, Roman had effortlessly weaved into B for broken voice.

Dani had crumbled to the floor when he finally removed the cane, clutching her throat, broken gasps wheezing and whistling past her lips.

Unfortunately, it left her right where he wanted her; slumped over on her knees, back exposed.

And while he already had his broken voice, he couldn’t resist following it up with a few broken screams ripped from a broken throat.

It felt like her windpipe had shattered and the shards had lodged on the inside of her throat, each breath stabbing them in further.

“Do you want to continue your ABC’s?” Roman’s voice snapped her back to the present, to the library, where he was sitting at the reading table, her sitting in her chair on the other side of the room. “We only have D for drowning and E for electrocution to go before we can dive into flagellation. I’d say we can tick off D and E at the same time, even…”

She would gladly undergo those things if she got her C for castration. But unfortunately, they’d crossed the C off with, of course, the caning that followed after he broke her voice. She’d already unleashed her own ABC’s with asshole, bastard, and creep for starters, but he’d just tutted and pointed out that her voice and throat needed healing and that insults weren’t helping. What she needed was silence. Enforced silence, if necessary. He even threatened a gag or a collar. So for the past few days, the only thing she could do was curl up in her reading chair and give him her deadliest glares.

Roman had remained unperturbed. Brought her fucking tea with honey, placing it next to her pile of books on the side table with a genuine smile as she was reading. She couldn’t thank him; wasn’t allowed to thank him if he wanted to draw out some words to have an excuse to collar her, not that she wanted to thank him. She glared at the tea – tea with honey was fucking disgusting and the smell made her even more angry – and she wondered if it would even help a crushed throat.

Infuriatingly, it did.

“I’m good.” Her voice was still hoarse but at least by now she was allowed to speak again.

“Good, ‘cause I was thinking more of E for experiment.”

She didn’t like the sound of that.

“See,” Roman continued, as if her silence was one that invited him to keep talking, “Pain can be influenced by a lot. The body has its ways to reduce or relieve pain, by hormones, adrenaline, endorphins, name it. Not to mention there are outside influences like the various painkillers and drugs. And it gets me wondering… if it can be reduced, then could it also be increased?”

He got up and gestured for her to follow him to his office. Reluctantly, she did. She uncomfortably looked on as he rummaged about in a drawer of his desk and he pulled out small case. He put it on his desk and opened it to reveal an injection needle and two vials with, judging by the unnatural blue colour, questionable content.

“What does that do?” she heard herself ask.

“Supposedly, it inhibits the release of adrenaline. That alone should up the magic for a bit but it should have the direct opposite effect of painkillers. Instead of blocking neurotransmission of pain, it stimulates the neuron and sends more signals to the brain.”

Oh, the wonders of unethical research.

“And, of course, you need a test subject…” she said, eyes on the blue liquid.

“Naturally.”

“You know, the man who started the pain index tested everything out on himself. I think should try these experiments on yourself as well. Otherwise your peers will just think you’re a pussy.”

“Well, there’s only one peer involved in this research and you already think I’m a pussy, so I don’t have much to lose.”

Pussy was a bit of an understatement in her humble opinion… And true, he didn’t have any of her respect left to lose.

“But my sense of pain is already increased due to stress…” she tried.

“We’ll just have to make a note of that in the footnotes.” Well, at least he acknowledged it… with a malicious grin that is. He closed the case with the syringe and carefully took it in his hands. “Now, come with me.”

She followed down to the basement, already knowing that the footnotes were a non-existent thing. This was purely to sate his own curiosity. And by god was she hoping that he bought – or made? – a dud. A harmless dud. She dawdled in the middle of the empty room, watching him.

“Let’s start… modestly.” His hand roamed over a row of knives and he picked a small – compared to the other things on display – hunting knife. “You wanna lie on there?” He gestured the knife towards the metal table.

She absolutely did not, thank you. No way she was going to make this experiment easier on him.

Roman shrugged. “I agree.” And he snapped forward.

He grabbed her by the front of her shirt, got her off-balance, and pushed hard. Her world tilted. Her shoulder blades crashed against the cold, concrete floor. And before she could even get a dazed “fuck…” past her lips, Roman was already on top of her, having both wrists pinned under his knees.

“Stay with me, Dani dear,” he snapped his fingers in front of her face, “I’m going to need your honest responses here.” He held out the hunting knife in both hands and unsheathed it dramatically.

The sight of the knife helped more than the annoying snapping in her face; she snarled and started to buck against him, trying to get her wrists free.

He merely tutted and leaned over her, resting the blade just above her wrist. “Don’t, you don’t want me to slip. Like I said, we’ll just start modestly.”

His eyes were intently focused on hers, taking in every twitch, every bit of fear written over her face.

She didn’t have that luxury. Nor did she want to see the hunger on his face. Her eyes were fixed on the knife, ready for the—

His first cut drew a sharp intake of breath. But more in surprise than because of the pain. Luckily, it was barely more than a scratch and barely squeezed out a drop of blood.

But his intentions were made clear when he moved the knife a few inches up. And the prick of the tip breaking through skin grew sharper as it started to carve its way through.

Roman let the blade roll along on its curve, the edge sinking in up to where the sharpened lighter grey part thickened into the rest of the blade. He rested a hand just under her elbow and leaned his weight on it when she started to struggle. The knife resurfaced with a red hue and he dragged the tip to the other end of her arm to complete a full line.

Dani grit her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut, keeping any pain bottled up, merely letting part of it escape in a frustrated grunt.

But the third time the knife broke skin, she flew up with a surprised yelp. The knife sank in deeper than before, and instead of feeling the sting of easily parted skin, this time she felt him force it through deeper layers. The quick slice was replaced by a slow dragging, drawing out the pain, until inch by inch, the build-up became too much.

She let out a cry. Let her head fall back against the concrete. Judging by the pain, she wouldn’t be surprised if he was close to or already carving directly into muscle. She clenched her teeth, forcing herself to keep a ‘stop!’ – or worse, ‘please’ – well contained.

Roman shushed her and despite his concentration on his carving, a smile started forming on his face.

“Now then,” he said, admiring his three cuts. He pulled the knife away, put it down, and he reached for the case with the needle. “Round two is the real deal.”

Like unsheathing the knife, he made a show of it. Stabbing the needle in the small vial, pulling the plunger back slowly while keeping his eyes locked with hers, flicking the syringe and putting the vial neatly back in the case. Slow, calculated, because he could. Then his thumb rested on the plunger and Dani braced herself.

“No,” she growled and tried sit up. “No you are not—"

Immediately his hand shot around her throat, cutting off her air, pushing her back down. And with just his thumb on her chin, he forced her to face sideways, giving him full access to her exposed neck.

Dani whimpered when she felt the needle pierce skin, when she felt that goddamn blue potion enter her system.

Roman sat back, leaning to the side to put the syringe back, but again his eyes didn’t leave hers. And they both waited for something to happen.

Nothing happened. As far as she was concerned. It was probably just her imagination… that the little bones in her wrists grinded painfully under his knees, rolling and bumping into each other with each movement he made. She just... hadn’t noticed before, what with the knife carving her up, that’s all. And it was just stress, or the aftermath of her struggle just now, that made the bruises from last week’s caning flare up, her shoulder blades tensing against the hard, unyielding concrete. Her throat flaring back up was because of that first surprised cry after days of silence.

And the three cuts over her forearm stinging harder than before was just part of his stupid placebo plan. Maybe after the initial fight and cutting up, adrenaline had just ebbed dow—oh shit.

Supposedly, it inhibits the release of adrenaline.

“Is it working?” Roman asked in the sweetest voice, noticing how her face fell.

“No,” she growled, shifting uncomfortably.

He hummed a note of disbelief. “Now for the before and after…”

He slashed the knife over the small of her wrist, matching the small scratch on the other and didn’t even bother with her response, immediately resting the tip a few inches above it.

It pricked out more than a lone drop of blood; tears started burning in her eyes. Pain, fear of a more intense pain, and the complete lack of control taking its toll on her.

Besides. If this worked, and probably even if it didn’t work, this was going to be waiting for her with everything he did. Beating. Injection. More severe beating drawing out more pain. Knifeplay. Injection. See what it does. Five whiplashes. Inj—

A gasp combined with a cry of pain as he repeated his process, letting his blade roll along. It was like acid slowly crawled over her skin, biting its way across, burning deeper, nibbling at her nerve ends.

“Ohh, I think it’s working,” he crooned as she twisted her head away. He rested a thumb under the cut, lightly pulling it open.

“No! No, it’s— AahH!" And this time not just the tip but almost the whole freaking knife dug into her arm.

She trashed under him, screaming, crying, voice tearing up her throat again. But it didn’t stop him from dragging out that final line, mirroring the gash on her other arm. He pushed her back down, leaned his weight heavier onto her wrist as she pulled and twisted wildly to get free.

Maybe it was her panic, maybe it was the accumulation of everything, maybe it was that goddamn drug, but it hurt worse than before and she just couldn’t take it. She screamed with every bit of skin that was forced apart and when he was finally done, she fell down on her back, shallow panicked breaths mixing with soft sobs.

Roman hummed and wiped the blade on her shirt. “And here I was sure that it worked…” He considered her, wicked grin on his face. He nudged up a little, letting her wrists slip free. But she was too dazed to do anything and she remained down, trying to catch her breath, just watching how the blood tickled down her arms.

“But well,” he continued, picking up one of the vials and holding it up in front of his eyes. Not even a quarter of it had been used. “If you say it’s not working… maybe we need a bigger sample size.”

He rose and neatly packed everything back into its case. A whimper rose up when he picked up the knife but he shushed her gently and held out a hand for her.

“Let’s disinfect all this first, shall we.”

Continued here

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fantasticstoryteller · 5 months

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I saw a post by @krossan, and it made me think: what if Clockwork redeemed Dan in order to release him to become the head of the Fenton family?

Like, what if Dan, inside the thermos, was treated to everything Danny had to go through? Everything at the hands of his rogues, his parents, Vlad, the GIW. And at first it makes Dan gleeful. The little crap who sealed him in the thermos, who stopped his own reign of terror was getting crapped on by the very people he worked to save.

After a while, he begins to feel something else. He remembers trying hard, trying as hard as Danny did. He remembers caring so much. And he starts putting himself in Danny's position. And, slowly, he starts to shift. He starts to see Danny and his family as things that need protected, not things that need destroyed.

And when this transformation is complete, Clockwork lets him out of the thermos, takes him out of time completely, and sends him back. So he goes to do what he now needs to do: protect his family. Except, while Jazz and Dani have no idea who Dan is, Danny fully remembers and is aware. So he has to build trust.

He's working on the whole "slaughtering of those he doesn't like" thing, honest.

Anyway, this has just been digging at my brain and may or may not come up again.

#dpxdc #protective Dan #what did i just write

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could you maybe write a fic where Jamie gets sick at an away game— whether it be anxiety, food poisoning, flu, etc. Maybe he sicks up in the middle of the night and Dani or Sam (I imagine they room together and are best friends) go get Roy and he’s very very sweet in his own Roy way to Jamie and then the next day on the bus Jamie still doesn’t feel good so he snuggles into Roy in the back of the bus?

I literally love your work so much and would absolutely die if you wrote this (plus my birthday is coming up (Jan 25th) so this would be so epic to read then))

Happy Early Birthday, Anon!

Here is worried Roy Kent, sick and confused Jamie, amused Keeley, #1 nurse Phoebe, and well, everyone else. Hope you like it.

A/N: I'm not a medical expert. I have asthma so I know a few things about raspatory issues. But this might not be the most accurate. And it's unbeta read, as usual.

Ted Lasso Masterlist

Ao3

Pairing: RoyJamie

word count: 4k+

Content warning: Illness, pneumonia, fever, coughing, vomiting (from coughing), panic, angst, sleep depravation, fear, swearing/cursing/cussing.

Fever in the Night

Roy Kent growls at the knock that would have woken him up if he had been asleep. He’d been reading and didn’t appreciate being interrupted.

“Better be fucking dying,” He grumbles as he opens the door. “What?” he snaps at Sam Obisanya.

“Sorry, Coach,” Sam nervously says. “But it’s Jamie.”

And that has Roy moving before his tired brain catches up. He almost forgets to grab his room key and phone, but he isn't a fucking idiot, so he grabs them. Sam relaxes a tiny bit that Roy didn't argue or even swear as much as Sam had expected for it being 1 a.m. Roy feels uneasy when he looks up to see Dani Rojas and Jeff Goodman in the hall, both in the open door of the room Sam and Jamie shared. The four players have adjoining rooms.

“What about Jamie?” Roy finally asks as he follows Sam.

“He's very sick,” a worried Dani Rojas says. Jeff nods.

“Okay,” Roy says. He was tempted to ask them why the fuck they woke him and not the team’s doctor, but it was about Jamie Tartt. He'd be pissed if they didn't. He cares about Jamie. And he shoves that thought aside because he really shouldn't think like that. And Roy forgets it completely when he gets one look at Jamie. Jamie’s pale. His stupid fucking hair is sweat drenched and sticking to his face.

“You two, out,” he says to Dani and Jeff by the door.

“But-” Dani starts, but Roy glares. Jeff was smart enough to be back in his own room already.

“You have a fucking match, with or without Tartt, so fucking sleep. He'll be fucking fine.”

The coach weighs his options before handing Sam his own room key. “You fucking too.”

“But coach-”

“Not going to fucking repeat it,” he snaps.

“What about you?”

“Don't fucking argue.”

“Sorry, coach,” Sam says, but he hasn't moved. The room key and his phone gripped right in his hands.

“I’ll call the physio team, now fucking go.”

Sam nods and silently leaves. Roy sighs once the doors are closed. As tired as he is, his fucking heart is pounding. Something is wrong with Jamie Tartt. And that twists something inside the gaffer. And despite the protest in his knee, he is kneeling down beside Jamie to get a good look at him. He should call the physio team. He needs the team’s doctor. Roy might know more than your average bloke when it comes to health, thanks to his sister, but he's no bloody expert. But he needs a bit more information first. He reaches up and carefully moves the hair out of Jamie's face.

“Fucking hell,” he says when just his fingertips can feel the heat of a fever. Just to be sure, he places his palm on Jamie's forehead. And he squashes down whatever feeling is stirred up by how the sick striker shivers at the contact but still leans into it.

“Fucking burning up,” Roy mutters to himself.

He winces at the pain in his knee as he stands up. He tucks Jamie's blankets tighter around him. The gaffer is scrolling through his contacts to find the one he needs. He flips the light on in the ensuite and talks to the team's doctor as he grabs a flannel and wets it. As he hangs up the phone, he sets the damp cloth on Jamie's forehead. That's when the player’s eyes snap open. Confusion, followed by panic, flashed across the striker’s face. Because in Jamie's mind, if Roy Kent is there, then Jamie is running late for something, and Roy is probably pissed at him. Jamie hates when Roy is pissed at him. Jamie doesn't like disappointing Roy.

“Easy, Tartt,” Roy says. “Fucking stay put.” Roy puts the fallen flannel back in place. “Try and relax.”

And as anxious as Jamie is, a command from Roy Kent is one that Jamie will follow.

“Roy?” Jamie manages to ask. And the coach hates how tired, weak, and utterly confused Jamie seems.

Before Roy can say anything else, a knock at the door makes Jamie flinch. Without thinking, Roy smoothes the younger man’s hair back in an attempt to calm him as he gets up. Roy’s always been better at physical gestures than words. And if that's what was needed to keep Tartt from panicking or hurting himself, well, then that was a no fucking brainer. He was going to fucking do it.

He lets the doctor into the room and silently hovers as the doctor deals with the striker.

“Any other player showing symptoms?” the doctor asks the gaffer.

“Fuck if I know, Obisanya, Rojas, and Goodman just seemed fucking worried. Are we going to have a fucking team tomorrow?”

“Guess we will see in the morning,” the doctor says. Roy gets a rundown on what needs to be done for Jamie. The coach leans his head against the cool wood of the door when he closes it behind the doctor.

“Where's Sam?” Jamie asks, finally realizing that his roommate’s gone. And that concerns Roy a bit. Jamie is one of his most observant players. On and off the pitch, he tends to keep track of who is around him and where his mates are. He likes knowing where the people he cares about are. He was just noticing Sam’s absence now, which wasn’t a good sign.

“Sent him off to get some fucking sleep,” Roy says. Several things had been dropped off at the room by either the physio team or hotel staff. Roy had been focused on the doctor and Jamie when it had happened. The gaffer hands the player a bottle of water. Jamie takes it without argument.

“Where?” Jamie glanced at Sam's empty bed. Roy rolls his eyes.

“My room,” Roy answers, and that seems to surprise Jamie. Before the player can comment on the decision, Roy adds, “Not like I'm fucking using it.” And Roy regrets saying it at the way Jamie gets a sad look on his face. “It's fucking fine, Tartt. My fucking choice.”

“But-”

“But someone needs to make sure you fucking rest.”

And Jamie hates that because he doesn't want to be a burden to anyone.

“You don't need to-”

“Already fucking decided,” Roy states. “Just try and fucking sleep.”

Roy is woken up by violent coughing, and he is out of bed without thinking. Helping raise Phoebe had him trained to be a light sleeper at times like these. Roy follows the sound to the loo. He knocks on the closed door. He didn't know if Jamie had coughed so hard he made himself vomit or vice versa. But from what he could hear, it was painfully obvious one of the two had occurred. The gaffer is glad to find the door unlocked and lets himself in. Jamie tries to argue and kick him out, but he is tired and shaking and can barely move. And that has something in Roy breaking.

“Not fucking going anywhere, Tartt,” Roy says. As he grabs some water and sits beside Jamie. Jamie accepts the glass if only to rinse his mouth out. Roy can hear the way Jamie's lungs struggle, and that has Roy struggling not to panic. But he manages. He gets Jamie calmed down, cleaned up, and back in bed. Roy ends up texting his sister, who calls him. She asks him if Jamie has been sick recently, but then he remembers what Jamie had told him during training. He'd nearly choked to death at Ola’s over a joke one of the other idiots had told him. And fuck, Jamie couldn't catch a break. His sister tells him it sounds like aspiration pneumonia to her. He should have the doctor double-check, but hopefully, Jamie being a fit footballer will mean he can fight it off without too much trouble. He would need to keep a close eye on him. Hopefully, he wouldn't need to be admitted to hospital. And that had Roy’s blood running cold. A cold and a fucking joke. He sent a message to the physio team and went back to Jamie.

The only good thing was that pneumonia wasn't inherently contagious. The cold Jamie had before it might be, but it was unlikely to take Sam, Dani, or Jeff out of the game. Jamie wouldn't be leaving the hotel the next morning. Roy really dreaded the idea, but he was already hitting the number on his phone. Keeley would have a lot to say about this at some point. She’d probably see right through him and know he cares more than he should for just being Jamie’s coach. But he needed help, and he knew Jamie trusted Keeley as much as Roy did.

“Better be good, Roy,” Keeley says. She was clearly annoyed and not a fan of being woken at nearly 4 in the morning.

“Fucking opposite, it's very fucking bad,” he says, and he sounds it. And she knows if Roy is that upset, it means one of three people was in a bad state. It must be Roy's sister, his niece, or Jamie Tartt. Roy and Jamie might both be her exes, but she knew them well enough to know that they were both idiots in love, just neither of them would admit it. And since it's an away match, it probably meant Jamie was the one having issues.

“What's wrong? What happened?” She says, all annoyance gone and completely awake. “Is Jamie all right?”

Roy tells her what has happened since Sam knocked on his door. She tells him to keep doing what he's doing. She’ll stay with Jamie during the match.

“Just let me text Rebecca, and I’ll be there,” Keeley tells him. Roy Kent doesn't argue.

Roy is an anxious fucking mess throughout the whole match. He does his job. The team does theirs, but everyone feels like there is a gaping hole in the lineup. Even if they physically have a full team, thanks to Roberts. But Isaac had told them to win it for Jamie, and the fucking lads did. That would at least make Jamie feel better about having missed it. Colin Hughes and Dani Rojas had Sky Sports doing replays of goals. And post-game interviews had been more about Tartt than one would think for a game he wasn't in. Roy was just glad he’d had Jamie give Georgie a heads-up that he was sick before he left for the match. The striker listened to his mum as an amused Keeley kicked Roy out of the room.

The team didn't even ask Roy if he was going out to celebrate the win. The gaffer hadn't even hung back for the bus. He didn't even change his clothes. He let Nathan Shelley to handle the press. He caught a ride back to the hotel, annoyed by the chatty driver, but he was cognizant enough to not verbally eviscerate the guy. He was just doing his job. Tipped the guy well. Not his fault Roy was a shit company.

“You weren't joking,” Keeley grinned when she opened the door for Roy. Her voice was quiet.

“Said I'd be back after the match,” he stated as he tossed his jacket over a chair in the room. His tone matches hers. “How is he?”

“Out cold. Whatever the new doctor gave him must be working.”

Roy hummed. The hotel’s concierge had arranged for a local doctor to treat Jamie so the physio team could focus on the match. And Roy didn't even mind the outrageous fee that was going to cost them. He'd throw all the money he had at it, even though he knew Rebecca Welton would cover it in a heartbeat. She cared deeply for her team these days. And Roy could respect that. He did respect that about his boss. He glanced at the muted TV as Sky Sports blathered on about the game. Roy was glad it was silent. He could ignore the bullshit commentary on his coaching. They won. That's all that fucking mattered.

“You need to leave?” Roy asked at the way Keeley's phone kept going off.

“Maybe to take a few calls. Seems the internet is not satisfied with the team's explanation of Jamie's absence.”

“Fuck ‘em,” Roy says as he moves to check on Jamie himself.

“You would say that,” Keeley grins. “But it's my job to answer it. I'm his publicist, after all.”

“Fair,” Roy states, but he doesn't look at her. His eyes are locked on Jamie. He doesn't see the knowing look on Keeley's face.

“Team should be here soon,” she tells him as she grabs her bag. “Text me if you need me.”

Roy grunts and nods. He finally looks up at her.

“Doctor said he’ll be back up in a few days,” she assures him. “Bus ride might suck, but we'll manage.”

After she leaves, Roy turns off the TV. He was glad he and Sam had switched rooms. He silently changes into more comfortable clothes and pulls a chair up next to the bed. He picks up the book he had been reading. He didn't get very far in his book. He was too distracted by the wheezing sound coming from Jamie. He knew the team was back as the noise level in the hall increased. He was about to go out and tell them all to shut the fuck up when someone beat him to it. There was a quiet knock on the door.

He opens it to find Nathan Shelley.

“How is he?” the assistant coach asks.

“Sleeping, but it's not fucking great,” he tells him.

“Think he’ll be able to travel?” Nate asks.

“Can't fucking leave him here,” Roy says.

“That's true, but it won't make him worse, will it?”

“Not much to fucking do about it.”

Roy had bought Keeley a ticket back so she could meet them when they got back. She complained, but he was ordering her around, but she didn't really mean it. They were both worried about Jamie. And if she could help ease his pain after a long trip, then she would.

Roy had triple-checked that he had everything packed up for both himself and Jamie. Dani and Jeff had taken their stuff down so Roy could focus on getting Jamie up and moving. No one says anything, but they watch curiously as Roy leads a pale Jamie to the far back of the bus. The players exchanged worried looks. It was going to be a long, tense ride back to Richmond.

The bus was quiet, as it usually is during these late-night trips, but this was an uneasy silence. The entire bus would go painfully tense every time Jamie coughed.

They were on the road for half an hour when Roy noticed Jamie was shaking. Roy couldn't imagine how shitty the striker must feel. Fever-induced chill on a fucking crowded bus.

Jamie's eyes snap to his when Roy feels the ill man’s forehead for what feels like the millionth time.

“You okay?” Roy asks quietly.

“Cold,” Jamie says. And Roy had already figured that out by the way Jamie not only avoided the cold glass of the window but also the way Jamie sort of chased the warmth of Roy's hand as he pulled away. How Jamie could be burning up but shivering cold had Roy thinking this was a terrible idea. He should have made better arrangements for Jamie. He should have extended their stay at the hotel, no matter the price, and sent the team back without them. Sure, there would be a lot of questions he didn't even want to answer to himself, let alone out loud, but he regrets not doing it. For Jamie's health and safety. Jamie was already wrapped in his usual blanket, a new one Keeley had given him, and Jamie's jacket. But it didn't seem to be enough.

Roy hummed.

Jamie's tired eyes watched as Roy dug through the bag he had with him. First, he makes Jamie take more meds. Jamie is vaguely aware of the quiet buzzing alarm on Roy’s phone. As he takes the meds, he sees Roy pull out a jumper from his bag. Roy kept it with him on trips like these in case a hotel or bus had a busted heater, and he needed extra layers. Jamie considers arguing, but he is just too exhausted to actually do it when Roy helps him out of his jacket and into the jumper. Instead of Jamie’s jacket, Roy's much thicker leather jacket, still warm from Roy wearing it, is wrapped around the striker. Jamie almost cries because it's warm and it smells like Roy, and it's overwhelmingly comforting to his fever-muddled mind. Roy must notice the glassy look in Jamie's already bloodshot eyes because without hesitation or protest, even at the odd looks from a few people around them, Roy shifts them both. Roy moves so he can lean against the window with Jamie's back to his chest. One foot on the floor to brace them both. And Jamie manages to get a bit more air than he had bundled up in the window seat. Roy was fucking warm, and Jamie just wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep in his lap, but his lungs hurt, and he could barely breathe as is. Thankfully, the bench at the back of the bus they were on was a bit longer than the normal seats, and Roy could stretch his knee out. They still had nearly 5 hours on the bus. Jamie’s eyelids felt heavy when Roy pulled the blankets back around him. The violent chills finally eased a bit. Jamie didn't know if it was from the meds or how blissfully warm Roy fucking Kent was, but he felt just a tiny bit more human.

“Quit fighting it and fucking sleep, Tartt,” Roy said. Jamie chuckles, but it turns into a wheezing cough that earns concerned luck from the teammates who are sitting nearby. The striker doesn't see the way Roy silently waves them off, too distracted by the way Roy’s arm holds him tight, a hand on his chest to keep him from falling to the floor. Roy's other hand starts rubbing Jamie's back until he can pull an exhausted Jamie back against his chest.

“Just try and breathe, Jamie,” Roy's voice is in his ear, sending a shiver down Jamie’s spine. “Let the medicine work. Nothing else matters. Just fucking breathe.”

Jamie whines slightly because all he wants to do is tuck his face in Roy's next and probably cry.

Roy Kent’s heart fucking shattered at the weak noise that Jamie makes, and he can't take it. He wraps his arms as tight around Jamie as he dares with how much the striker is already struggling to breathe. And he plants a kiss on Jamie's temple.

“It's okay, Jamie,” the older man assures. “I've got you.” And that seems to do the trick because Jamie’s hands wrap around Roy's wrist. So the coach adds, “I'm not going anywhere.” And Roy starts quietly telling Jamie about his first time in Newcastle as a kid when he’d been training in Sunderland. His hushed words continue until Jamie is fast asleep against him.

About halfway through the trip, Coach Beard comes to check on them. He isn't surprised that Jamie is passed out. Nor is he shocked to find Roy Kent wide awake. The gaffer might be exhausted, and on night two, he has no sleep, but he is wide awake. Beard hands him a water bottle. One Roy accepts because he was sort of trapped where he is.

“You good?” Beard asks. Roy nods because as painfully asleep his leg might be, and as achy his bad knee is, he'd endure it if it meant Jamie slept. Jamie had spent much of the first hour of the trip trying to get comfortable. The fact he had slept long enough for Roy to get sore was good.

“Fucking fine,” Roy grumbles.

“You sure?” Nate asks when he appears over Beard’s shoulder. “We could help you-”

He is cut off by a low growl from Roy. “You fucking wake him, and you’ll be picking your teeth up out the aisle.”

“Right, yeah, got it,” Nate says before disappearing, presumably back to his seat. Beard just nods and hands him the book Roy had set aside.

Roy can feel the rattle in Jamie's lungs worsening as the meds wear off, and Jamie starts to wake up. Thankfully, they were only about 45 minutes out from the dog track now.

Roy gently shushes him as a bump in the road jostles everyone on board, earning a pained whine from the ill man. “It's okay, Jamie,” Roy tells him. “Nearly there, then we can go home and get you in bed.”

And it's like a knife in Roy's heart that Jamie is too tired and sick to make a snippy comeback or stupid innuendo. Like all the humor and joy was being drained from the player. And Roy hated it. As much as he acted annoyed or put out by Jamie, he fucking adored him. Wouldn't change the man Jamie had grown into for the fucking world.

On the contrary, he'd fucking fight anyone that doubted Jamie. Because Roy Kent was fucking gone on Jamie Tartt. The arrogant prick stole his heart at some point, and Roy hadn't even fucking noticed. His sister and Keeley were never going to let him live this down. And he'd endure it as long as Jamie was okay.

Jamie worried as he watched how Roy had to grip the seats as they exited the bus. Roy is slower than usual. Jamie might be sick, but he knew Roy. He could identify Roy while blindfolded by footsteps alone. The slight limp and the way Roy leans heavily on the railing with each step down makes Jamie’s brows furrow.

“Fucking stop it,” Roy says when his eyes meet Jamie's.

“Your knee-”

“Is fucking fantastic. You going to just fucking stand there or what?”

Keeley's laugh has Jamie looking behind him.

“You two are a sight,” she grins.

“Did you-”

“Course I did, Roy-o,” she smiles. “Let's get you home, babe,” she says to Jamie, and he is too tired and confused to argue. He nearly panics when he notices Will helping Roy along, but Keeley's warm hand pats Jamie’s chest. “He's okay, just a long ride,” Keeley tells him. “Telling either of you not to worry is a waste, but I can tell you, he doesn't regret it. Now, in you go.” She helps him into Roy’s G-Wagon with little argument. He is surprised when Roy gets in the back beside him, and Keeley gets behind the wheel. Roy doesn't often let others drive his car. But then again, this is Keeley.

“Jamie?” The striker's eyes snap up and he meets Keeley’s in the rearview mirror before Keeley looks away to meet Roy’s.

“Hmm?”

“She asked if you were fucking hungry,” Roy tells him, and the worried look on Roy's face has a familiar feeling in Jamie's gut returning.

“I'm knackered more than anything,” Jamie says.

“I get that,” Keeley says. “Be home soon.”

Jamie must fall asleep because the next thing he knows, he's waking up in his own bed, unsure how he got there. He tries to put the pieces together, but he comes up short.

“Good, you're awake.”

“Phoebe?” Jamie asks because Roy Kent’s niece is in the doorway to his bedroom.

“Hang on, I have to tell my mum.”

“Your mum?” Jamie mutters, but she is gone. So Phoebe and her mum were there. Jamie’s tired brain tries to remember what happened to cause this to happen.

“Well, your colour's better,” Roy's sister says as she walks in.

“You're in my house?”

She nearly laughs at his confused look. Phoebe giggles.

“Well, yeah,” Phoebe says like it's the most obvious fact in the universe. “Uncle Roy let us in.”

“Uncle Roy,” Jamie mutters.

“My brother begrudgingly went to training,” the doctor tells him. She uses a stethoscope to check his breathing. Jamie coughs as she does. “Rough,” she tells him. “But better than it was.”

“Uncle Roy said it was something like popcorn popping while rattling a jar of change, and when you pinch a balloon as it deflated.”

Jamie’s laughs turn into a wheezing coughing fit at the odd description. He startles slightly as a funny mask meets his face, but he looks over at the doctor as she turns on a machine.

“Yeah, she asked him, and that's how he explained it,” the amused mother said as she looked at her daughter. “Nebulizer,” she taps the machine. “Help get those lungs to open up faster. Make it easier to breathe.” She goes on to tell him how it works.

“So,” Jamie says despite the mask muffling his speech. “You…have…Babysitting…duty?”

He doesn't miss the worried look on Phoebe's face as he has to break between each word, but her mum just squeezes her knee, where she sits on the side of Jamie's bed. Phoebe's hands were too busy holding Jamie's hand. And that makes Jamie smile behind the mask. He was always happy to see Phoebe. Sure, this was a weird visit, but he was glad she was there. Being sick was awful. But it was easier when you had people that cared around you.

“My brother insisted Phoe was the best nurse for the job.” And the smile the girl gave them did wonders to heal Jamie's heart. She was a ball of sunshine. Jamie was still trying to figure out how they got there when he remembered that Keeley had driven Jamie and Roy to Jamie's flat. Roy must have stayed.

“His knee?” Jamie asks, sure that Roy's sister would know.

“Fine, after he iced it,” she tells him. “Or as fine as it ever is.” She shrugs. “Although if he doesn't start wearing the brace again on bad days, I'm going to kick him in it.”

“That's not very nice, mum,” Phoebe says.

“Neither is your uncle when his knee hurts, so seems fair,” her mum grins. Jamie chuckles. “Medication must be working. We got a laugh that didn't turn into a cough.”

“Yay!” Phoebe cheered, and Jamie smiled. The pair stayed, and Phoebe told him all about the match he had missed. As much as it hurt him to know he had let his team down, the colourful commentary from an 8-year-old made it easier to stomach.

Roy had let himself in with Jamie’s keys and followed his niece’s laugh to find them all in Jamie's room. His sister turned off the nebulizer. And the icy grip around the gaffer's heart eases slightly at the smile on Jamie's face as the mask was set aside.

“Uncle Roy's here!” Phoebe announced.

“How's the best medical team doing?” Roy asks.

“Great!” Phoebe grins.

“And the patient?” Roy adds. And Jamie is stunned at the strange dichotomy on the gaffer's face. He looks exhausted. He has bags under his eyes. At the same time, there is a spark in his eyes. A smile on his face as he leans against the door frame. And Jamie feels butterflies when Roy looks at him. It's not the first time he's felt it. He's always craved Roy's attention. Even when they were both playing for Richmond, Jamie would go out of his way to antagonize his captain. Getting to see Roy content with his family was something Jamie always considered special.

“Much better,” Phoebe answers. “He managed to laugh without coughing.”

“Oh really?” Roy asks with amusement.

“He had the nebulizer on at the time, but it means we're on the right track,” Roy's sister tells him. “That and his fever finally broke.”

Jamie hadn't even realized that he didn't feel feverish anymore.

“That's great,” Roy says. The gaffer feels himself relaxed. Jamie was getting better.

Roy watches as his sister gets up from the chair beside Jamie's bed. She reaches a hand out to Phoebe. “Come on, Phoe, soup-making time,” she says. Phoebe gives both Jamie and Roy a hug as she leaves. Roy can't help but grin at the dopey smile on Jamie's face.

“Wait, soup making? Do I even have the stuff for that?” Jamie asks, and Roy gets a bit uneasy again.

“You do now,” Roy says as he moves to take the seat his sister had been in.

“Since when?”

And Roy gives him an odd look.

“Since yesterday.”

“Did Keeley get them before we got back?”

“No,” Roy answers. “Jamie, you've been in and out of it for a couple of days since we got back.”

“What?” And he remembers that Roy's sister had said Roy was at training. They usually had the day off after long travel away matches like that.

“A couple days?”

“You okay?” Roy asks as Jamie coughs.

Jamie winces. He felt terrible thinking about how many nights of sleep he had ruined for Roy.

“You should go home,” Jamie says when he can finally speak again.

“Already here,” Roy states.

“I know, but…” Jamie starts. “You need sleep.”

“And you need to recover, so here we fucking are,” Roy tells him.

“I know, but-”

“I can fucking assure you that I will not sleep better in my own fucking bed. Probably worse because no one is here to look after your dumb arse.”

“But my fever broke, and I'm feeling-”

“You just had a coughing fit,” Roy says with a glare.

“But I didn't throw up or pass out, so I’m-”

“Fucking hell,” Roy says, rubbing at his tired eyes. “Fuck it.” A stunned Jamie watches as Roy climbs into bed beside him. “Now will you shut the fuck up and sleep.”

Jamie woke up feeling warmer than he had in a long time. He felt better too. His lungs still felt like crappy, but he didn't care as much.

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Fuck It Friday!!

Tagged by @tizniz @diazsdimples @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon all of whom wrote BRILLIANT stuff!! 💜🩵

The mfmm AU has taken over my brain. I'm trying to decide which pieces of the show to include and what needs to happen. I think I have the characters figured out finally. The plot itself is still pretty messy, so while I stare at the doc like it'll solve itself, have something that will definitely be included (based on This):

“Did you see anything when he brought you here?” Eddie asked.

Dani opened her mouth to speak just as a gunshot echoed in the hallway. Eddie's heart jumped into his throat.

“Evan!” he gasped. He took off in the direction of the shot, Dani close behind.

“Evan!” he called again. His heartbeat thundered in his ears as he ran towards the sound.

They rounded a corner and Eddie skidded to a stop inside a dimly lit room. A gold colored chair sat in the middle of the room before some kind of altar. Two goblets sat on the altar with a knife and a statue of an Egyptian god Eddie couldn't remember the name of.

Doug lay on the floor, blood seeping through his jacket from a bullet hole in his chest.

Buck sat beside him, staring at his lifeless body, a gun in his trembling hand. His grip on the gun loosened, letting the pistol clatter to the floor.

“Evan,” Eddie said, ignoring the shake to his voice.

Buck looked up at him, his eyelids drooping. He stood on shaky legs and smiled. “Hey, Eds,” he slurred.

His knees wobbled. Eddie rushed to him and caught him in a bridal carry. “I got you, bud,” he said softly.

Buck's eyes fluttered shut. His head lolled back, his entire form falling limp in Eddie's arms.

(p.s. I know Maddie and a girl named Madeline are mentioned in the previous snippet. It is now Daniel and Dani. I made some changes 😬)

Absolutely no pressure tagging: @13shadesofanni @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @loveyouanyway

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@idealuk @lin27 @weareallstoriesintheend11 @likeamollusconarock @misshiss727 and anyone else who wants to share!! 🥰🩷

#911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 abc #fanfic #buddie wip #mfmm au #fuck it friday #my writing

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guardian-of-fandoms · 2 months

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The alternate felt sheer panic inside him, trying to ignore the crimson stain spreading across his jacket as he rushed through the clearing, stealing a glance at the Bots.

They'd wasted no time in engaging Morocco, but the metal madman they faced now was a far cry from the Mor-Bots they'd faced before.

He was faster, more calculated, more instinctual.

But far more worrying, he'd defeated cybertronians once before.

Cody caught Heatwave's eye, who nodded, wildly dodging to avoid a swipe of sharp talons.

"GO HELP THEM SAVE CODY AND FRANKIE! WE'LL KEEP HIM BUSY!!!"

"BUT-"

"PLEASE!!!"

The pleading in his voice haunted Cody, reminding him of his EMP attack earlier, the guilt still ebbing away at his soul.

His desire to destroy Morocco burned inside him, but he sighed.

"Okay. I promised I would protect them, and so I will. But please, please.... Be careful..."

Heatwave nodded, determination etched into his face.

"We will."

Cody nodded, and dashed away.

The human members of the team had grouped up, staring uneasily at the two entranced children.

They had blank, detached expressions, empty eyes staring at the team, watching them intently.

Doc gripped Charlie's shoulder like a vice, both fathers in terror for their children.

The alternate Cody ran up, gasping out,

"We have to destroy the phones!"

Dani nodded,

"Like I said, we dealt with the Mind Control Phones here too. Madeline Pynch used them to control the whole town once, Cody was the only one not effected. He and Boulder had to destroy the cell tower to snap us all out of it."

Kade glanced over at the alternate, getting an idea.

"Hey, Hotshot, how many more toys you got?"

"Not many, I only have a few tricks left."

"Got any more EMP doohickeys?"

Cody reached into his pocket, frowning with hesitation as he pulled out an EMP block.

"Only one left. If I use it on the phones, I won't have any left for Morocco."

That got Doc's attention.

"What about the EMP you took from the lab?"

".... Sorry about that..."

He glanced back, groaning as he spotted the case in the distance, past the robot brawl.

"... shit..."

"I see..."

Kade sighed, his eyes drifting back towards the hypnotized kids.

"Look, I promise, we'll do EVERYTHING we can to send your morocco to the scrapheap, but please, can you use that to take out the phones?"

He hesitated, but sighed, nodding.

"Fine. But remember, we only get one shot. And somebody needs to retrieve Doc's EMP to use on Morocco."

Kade nodded, before grabbing his shoulder.

"Thank you. Seriously."

"... I just want this to finally be over."

Dani got a fix on the case, then back at the kids, who stood absently staring, waiting.

"I can go for the Case, but what's our plan here?"

Charlie cautiously took a step forward, his hands raised.

"Everyone, just take it slow. We have no idea where their heads are right now. Dani, on my signal, run for the case. The rest of us, we just need to gently surround them. Don't touch them, just try to get them within range."

Doc nodded, adding,

"Agreed, we must use upmost caution. Given our own experience, they likely won't remember anything from this experience, assuming the phones from the alternate reality function identically to the ones here."

"Yeah, that sounds about right."

The alternate Cody stared at the phone clipped to his counterpart, trying in desperation not to recall the static, the white noise bubbling up from nerves.

"They shouldn't remember any of this. They might be tired and disoriented after, but they should be okay."

"... Is that what... you felt?"

He went rigid, and Kade groaned, instantly stammering,

"Sorry, sorry, dumb question, I-"

"No, no.... You're.... you have a right to know. My Kade never did.... You may as well."

Everyone carefully moved into position, Kade coming right beside Cody as everyone prepared to move, Dani preparing to sprint for the case.

"I don't... I don't really remember doing anything. All I remember is... Static. This... buzzing in my brain... Everything fading out.... and then...."

He clutched his arm.

His words trailed off. But Kade understood the implications.

".... Hey..."

Kade nervously rubbed his neck, his eyes flickering between his Cody and the Alternate.

".... What happened... in your world... I... I want you to know-"

"NOW!"

Dani sprinted off towards the case, as everyone started to circle the two children.

Kade hesitated a moment, the words on the tip of his tounge.

"... I wouldn't blame you...."

The team circled Cody and Frankie, arms outstretched as they gently surrounded them.

They moved back to back, tensing up as they appeared to study the team.

Charlie's breaths were shallow, but he steeled himself, trying to project a false confidence.

"I don't know if you can hear us right now, but I promise, we're not going to hurt you. We just need to destroy those phones."

Doc nodded, his hands trembling.

"Frankie, my dear.... I promise, I just wish to help you..."

Cody slowly grabbed Frankie's wrist with his left hand, his right sliding into his jacket.

Kade noticed the motion, and braved a step forward, his hands above his head.

"Just take it slow.... We're all friends here... we're all cool..."

His breath was tight in his chest as he reached towards the phones.

"Just take it-"

A flash of green slammed into Kade, causing him to cry out as he stumbled to the side.

Cody threw his hoverboard to the ground, pulling frankie on behind him as he jumped on, nearly bowling Kade over again as they sped deeper into the trees.

"DAMN!!"

Charlie was quick to stabilize Kade, shouting,

"DON'T LOOSE THEM!!!"

The alternate Cody held out his arm, his own hoverboard flying to him.

"I'm on them!"

Charlie nodded.

"We'll catch up, try to get them still."

"Will do."

He pressed the EMP into Kade's hands, hopping on the board.

"I'll lure them back here, be ready!"

Kade nodded, and he sped off, a trail of Gold now in pursuit of the Green.

The young Cody took sharp turns around the dense trees, only guided by the light of the two boards.

"Wait! Please! You're going to get yourself hurt!!"

The Alternate closed his helmet, the internal specs popping up on the screen giving him a clear layout of the area.

He wove between trees, trying to come up with a plan.

"Think, Cody, think...."

He was gaining on them, quickly taking note of everything.

His counterpart was slower than him. He could guess a number of reasons as to why, his own having been built specifically for combat, the reduced mental stimulation from the mind control, and the extra weight from Frankie.

Hmm... Maybe he just had to flip the roles....

Using what little power he could spare, he blasted his hoverboard's power core, giving the device an extra boost.

He sped in-front of his counterpart's board, turning a sharp circle as he faced his counterpart head on, throwing his hands out mockingly.

"What, just gonna run away? I can't be that unpleasant to talk to."

The empty stares of his counterpart and Frankie unnerved him, but as the other hoverboard started to slow, he knew he had to persist.

"C'mon, slowpoke! Give it more juice! What's the point in running away?"

He cautiously sped up, feeling triumphant as he noticed his counterpart speed up to match him.

That's it.... Just need to switch up this cat and mouse game....

He looped around a gnarled, misshapen trunk, mapping the tree in his mind as he noticed his counterpart following him.

Frankie had her arms tightly wrapped around the young Cody's torso, peering over his shoulder as the two sped through the dark woods, Cody's eyes narrowing, a departure from the previously blank face.

The alternate didn't like the intensity in his eyes.

It reminded him too much of himself.

But he persisted, keeping his stance firm, his resolve steady.

"C'mon! Come get me!"

The younger Cody tilted his head, saying in a stiff, monotone voice,

"What are you really hiding from? Do you run from me? Or do you run from yourself?"

He felt his heart skip a beat, the board's power core singing the top of a bush as he dipped lower.

"You think you can defy fate, by saving my family? You think you can defy reality, amend your greatest failure? But more severely.... Do you really think they would trust you? Now that they are aware of what you've done? Of the blood on your hands? You watched them die once because you killed them, what right have you to correct a wrong you orchestrated?"

"IT WASN'T MY FAULT!!"

He turned around, taking his eyes off the trees ahead of him as he faced his counterpart, his eyes burning and his voice cracking.

"I DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE!!!! THAT MONSTER CONTROLLED ME, JUST LIKE HE'S CONTROLLING YOU NOW!"

The hoverboard clipped the top of a bush, knocking off his balance and causing the counterpart to evade wildly.

"Kid, this isn't you! .. us.. I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE. Look, You're right, I... I caused my family's death. If I hadn't gone after Morocco alone, he wouldn't have mind controlled me... But I have spent EVERY DAY of my life since trying to make amends for that. I... I want you to have the choice I didn't. The future I don't. I want better for you."

"Such a sweet sentiment. But It is lies."

Frankie joined in, craning her neck over Cody's shoulder.

"You hate him. You seethe with jealously, burning inside from the knowledge of a world where your fate may have been avoided. You desire what he has."

She seemed to stare into his soul, cutting into him with the stern directness he knew all too well, the face she used when analyzing an experiment.

"You seek to preserve what he has, while enraged that you may not claim it yourself."

"You hate me. You hate me, because you hate yourself."

The Alternate felt that familiar sting within his heart, and felt his blood run like ice, just as the two kids suddenly smirked.

Before he could question it, he was flung off his board as he abruptly smacked into a tree, crumpling to the ground as his board spiraled off out of view.

He groaned, internally cursing as he felt fresh blood seep through the wound in his torso.

The kids circled now, leaving a green arch around him.

His young Counterpart seemed to drill into his soul, the young boy peeling away the facade he'd crafted so carefully.

"You can never forgive yourself for what you've done. Changing my fate won't release the agony within your soul. Keeping them alive cannot repair the bridges you've burnt."

He'd grown used to seeing Frankie gaze at him with a broken pain, but her stare now further wedged the knife inside his heart.

"In seeking to destroy one monster, you created another. You've altered yourself beyond recognition, shoved aside the few allies you have left for the sake of revenge. You fall into darkness, and you blame the face of the one you'd do anything to pursue. You throw yourself into the abyss with no intention of clawing out, yet protest the darkness you've thrust upon yourself."

The alternate rested on his knees, his head bowing.

.... How bizarre it was, hearing himself say the words he'd thought for years.

Frankie had always denied these notions.

Hearing her advocate for them now felt bitter, but not unwarrented.

He closed his eyes, feeling tears drip down his face as the children dismounted, drawing closer.

"... It was my fault..."

He felt the small hands on his shoulder, the younger Cody staring at him, hate filling his eyes, yet his tone remained hollow.

"You cannot hide from yourself. I haunt you every day of your life, because i am the face you see when you think about their fates. You see me, and you feel the agony of memory and remorse."

He felt the claws of despair inside him, the old static buzzing in his ears, when he felt another hand on his shoulder, firm yet soft.

"It wasn't your fault."

Kade stood over him, his expression stern, yet soft.

He gripped the Alternate's shoulder, who slowly looked up at him, the wet trails of tears still staining his cheeks.

".... I know you never got to hear this from... well... me... but... You were controlled. You didn't have a choice. And if there's any version of me that thinks otherwise, then I wouldn't hesitate to punch myself in the face."

The alternate felt a lump swell up in throat, his eyes burning as the young Cody stared at the two, saying stiffly yet commandingly,

"Tell him your last words."

The alternate's eyes widened, with Kade growing confused.

"Last words?"

The alternate sighed, his chest shuddering.

"... I don't remember if I said anything to my Kade while I was controlled, but... The last thing i said to my Kade before.... I told him... I...."

He was stumbling over his words, before he felt the eerie gaze of his counterpart, and turned away from Kade.

"... The last thing I said to my kade... I told him I wished he wasn't my brother..."

Kade went quiet, and The Alternate buried his head in hands.

".... I'll never know, if they realized i triggered the detonator. I'll never know... If my kade knew I murdered him... and what he thought of me for doing so..."

There was a beat of silence, and just as The Alternate turned to check Kade's reaction,

he was blindsided by a firm, warm hug.

Kade wrapped his arms around his alternate brother, who froze, his words stuck in his throat, his eyes wide.

Kade held him tight, quietly saying,

"I got mind controlled once. We all did. We chased cody around town all day, trying to do who-knows-what to him. Cody was skittish of everyone for days after, but... I couldn't sleep for weeks. I just... Thought about it. Thought about what could've happened. What I could've done. I know it's not the same. I.. I don't really know what i'm trying to say here, but.... I could never think of you as a bad person."

His hug felt identical to his own Kade's.

It had been nine long, painful years since he'd felt the embrace of his own kade.

That burning pain within his chest flared up again, but even so, he felt something else.

He couldn't explain the feeling bubbling up in his chest, But as he sat enveloped in Kade's arms, something cut through the pain.

He's long grown accustomed to the burning agony that swelled within his chest.

But now, a softer warmth overtook him, easing it's way through the cracks in his broken heart.

He pulled away from Kade, his eyes still glistening with a sour dampness, but his breath evening.

".... Why...."

Kade met his eyes, nodding seriously.

"Because you're my brother."

Cody struggled to string together a proper reply, As kade glanced behind him, his stance stiffening as he noted Cody and Frankie watching them intently.

"That's Morocco talking, okay? He's in your head, you can't let him break you down, or he'll just keep controlling you. You can't change what happened, you can only go forward."

Kade pulled him to his feet, and he smiled, ever so softly.

".... I've missed you.... So much... It feels good to talk to you like this. But I think we have a job to finish."

"Then let's finish it."

Kade smirked, handing him the EMP block.

"I think this is yours."

Kade quickly darted to the side, and the rest of the team emerged, surrounding the kids.

the young Cody made a grab at the hoverboard, but Kade was Faster, snatching it off the ground.

"Sorry, Squirt, but I think you've had too much Screen Time!!"

The alternate Cody was quick to blast the block, and the two kids went rigid, their eyes wide and posture stiff as the phones began sparking wildly, before crashing to the ground, and kids falling back.

Charlie and Doc were quick to scoop up Cody and Frankie respectively, Kade smirking as he stomped on the fried phones.

"And that takes care of that!"

Dani was quick to look over the kids, who'd collapsed, now being cradled in the arms of their respective father.

"They look alright, just tired."

"They should be."

The alternate grabbed his torso, glancing over at the kids.

"They'll be alright, but we need to get them out of here. The Bots need our help."

Charlie cradled cody in his arms, agreeing wholeheartedly.

"Agreed."

Graham moved to look at the ruined phones, but suddenly froze as he got a good look at kade.

"... Oh my god..."

Staining the front of Kade's shirt was a drying crimson.

Kade glanced down, then held out his hands.

"..... That's not mine..."

All eyes shifted to the Alternate.

Cody winced, and Kade stormed back over, groaning as he spotted the stain spreading beneath his jacket.

"Dude!"

"I'm sorry! But-"

"You're hurt and you didn't tell us."

"Is now really the time?!"

Kade didn't like the look of the stain, the fabric seemed pretty saturated.

"Cody, I know we just had a heartfelt moment and all, but DUDE. YOU CAN'T JUST HIDE THAT!"

"I'm fine, Kade, really. It... It dosen't hurt?"

"..... Alt-Bro, we both know that's bullshit."

"Kids."

Charlie's voice was quiet, obviously trying to avoid rousing the sleeping boy in his arms, gently rubbing Cody's back as he cradled him.

"We need to get back to the Bots, now. Dani, I want you and Blades to get Cody and Frankie out of here, alright?"

"Got it."

"Now, uh.... Other Cody, I won't deny you this. I know how badly you want justice, so I'll let you make the choice for yourself. But just know, we want you to value your life just as much as you value protecting ours."

He clutched the wound, then sighed.

"I can't stop, not now."

"Promise me you'll let us treat that as soon as this is over, okay?"

".... I... I promise."

The promise felt weird.

He hadn't ever counted on getting through this alive.

But one glance at Kade told him that they'd realized this, and were hellbent on securing his survival.

Charlie nodded back towards the chaos, and the team started moving, with him and Doc heading up the rear.

Cody felt his lack of power catch up to him, and he nudged Kade, pointing to his Counterpart's hoverboard.

"Do you think my counterpart would mind? I really need some energy right now."

"Oh, sure. He probably wouldn't mind, and we can just get a new battery later."

Kade handed the hoverboard, and Cody grasped it with his cybernetic, draining the power from it.

Doc watched in fascination, cradling Frankie close.

"How fascinating... Perhaps you'd be willing to allow me to study your unique abilities, at a later date?"

He couldn't help barking out a laugh.

"Sure, Doc.... If I get out of this in one piece, then by all means, go nuts."

The group picked up the pace, not knowing what they were about to walk into.

Heatwave winced as the monster's talons dragged across his arm, leaving notable scratches in his paint.

The alternate Morocco was far different than the average Moor-Bot, his form clearly built for inflicting damage.

He was faster, sleeker, more agile.

But far more concerning, was the mind inside.

"It's been ages since i've seen so many Cybertronians in one spot.... Functional ones, anyhow."

Chase lunged forward with his tasers, but Morocco easily ducked, and Chase almost struck Boulder by mistake.

Heatwave didn't like the sneer repeatedly tossed his direction.

"You, Firebot, you almost feel like an old Friend. I've gotten to know your counterpart quite well..."

Heatwave didn't answer, not that he had the words to.

"It was frustrating to me, that you survived. But i decided i might as well make the best of it. After all, it was quite fascinating, to learn that an alien could grieve a human."

From his perch from afar, he recounted his surprise, watching the firebot clutch the bodies, his own wounds still leaking the blue lifeblood as he screamed, his cry of agony low and feral.

"Fascinating indeed.... Human, Alien, Machine, it all blends together in the end."

"You're no Cybertronian.... And you're certainly not human."

He couldn't understand why Morocco looked pleased at that.

"The firebot i know has near identical words..... Incredible..."

Heatwave couldn't resist the yelp that escaped him as the claws scratched his window.

"You and that boy, you're quite alike.... You both sought to quell the pain inside by causing more. You both hunted me.... Until he hunted alone."

The bots all exchanged a glance between themselves, the mystery of Other-Cody growing more.

"Two worlds, so similar, so different."

"You broke his heart."

They were all surprised by Boulder's words.

Boulder looked a little hesitant at what he was saying, but narrowed his optics, continuing.

"You... broke him... and you enjoyed doing it. What's left of Morocco, you enjoyed warping his heart, using his pain to manipulate him. Because this all is just one big game to you, isn't it?"

"It's the survivor that manipulates his surroundings."

The bots exchanged another look, clearly thinking the same thing.

Morocco was no survivor.

He was a murderer.

No...

That young man, with his innocence beaten out of him, the smile robbed from his eyes, the scars across his body, the anger etetched into his soul,

he was the survivor.

Not from tampering with powers he couldn't understand, but from dragging himself away from death by the skin of his teeth.

Heatwave couldn't quite process what he did next, time seemed to skip, between processing the Madman's words, and his fist colliding with the monster's head, metal crunching and the screen face shattering.

Morocco reeled back, his glitched "breath" seeming to skip, time holding still as he steadied himself.

The digital face on the screen warped into a series of discolored lines, cracks running all across it.

Heatwave almost looked shocked, barely having time to process his own actions.

The "face" was apparently purely decorative, as Morocco slowly turned to face heatwave.

"You.... Are going to regret that..."

Despite his shock, Heatwave glared.

"For him, never."

He couldn't read Morocco's expression through the damaged screen, but he really didn't need to.

Everyone tensed as the purple, crackling energy escaped his chest.

They weren't expecting him to freeze in his tracks as well.

"What on earth...."

He stretched out his hands, the purple energy trailing around the limbs, the power spiking wildly.

His broken face met Heatwave's, rage filling his glitched voice.

"YOU MEDDLER!"

Heatwave was too stunned to fire back a remorse, nor did he need to, as the shout from the distance caught his attention.

"GUYS!"

The Burnses charged out from the dark woods, the Bots feeling collective relief to see Cody and Frankie unharmed, if unconcious.

Dani waved over Blades, and after a confirming glance at the others, he broke away from the fight, rushing over.

He didn't even need the cue, instantly dropping to his knee, opening his cab.

He gently took Cody and Frankie, buckling them into his seats with upmost caution.

"Are they-"

"Just tired. It took a lot out of them, but they should be okay."

The alternate glanced at the rest of the bots, eyes eyes widening.

"No way..."

He knew that energy pattern.

Kade caught his eyes.

"Other-Bro, what's going on?"

Before he could answer, there was a loud, thunderous crack from just behind morocco, and a swirling, bright magenta void opened in the sky.

Everyone sat in dead silence, even morocco.

That silence suddenly shattered, as a figure emerged from the void, which closed behind them.

The figure easily cleared the air, appearing to have some sort of rocket boots.

But the big surprise came as they propelled them-self forward, right THROUGH Morocco's chest, popping right out the other side, a strange translucent energy fading away as they touched down on the ground.

"WHAT WITCHERY?!"

Everyone stood in shock.

Well, everyone, except Cody.

He walked forward, a slow, bewildered grin overtaking him.

"... Heh... Wasn't expecting you here, Savior."

The figure wore a helmet similar to Cody's, with a black jumpsuit, and a strange looking harness.

The figure tilted their head, letting out a garbed laugh.

"Still insist on the Codenames, Responder?"

"You know me, I like the bit."

"I do... and, are you ever expecting me?"

"Fair, fair."

Underneath the playful banter, there was an unmistakable tension, evidenced by the stiff posture, the flicker in Cody's eyes.

But at the core, there was pure relief, a fondness.

Doc slowly turned to face charlie.

He understood now, what Charlie had felt earlier.

That unmistakable feel inside him, telling him the face he saw, no matter how changed, was of his child's.

Doc almost didn't feel his feet carrying him forward.

The figure noticed him instantly, and a soft, garbed sigh escaped the figure.

Cody stepped aside, as Doc stood close, feeling as though he was in a daze.

".... Can it be?"

The figure laughed softly.

"... Had a feeling you'd be here..."

Her helmet unfurled, his dark curls poking out instantly.

Frankie Greene stood tall, her expression serious, even as she let out a tight smile.

".... Hi, dad..."

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