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leviathans-watching · 2 years

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☽ chapter three | wc: 3.5k | series m.list ☾

“So, I can use you as much as I want?” you ask, scooping up the last bit of your ice cream. “You really promise?”

Mammon nods, fork scraping across his plate. “Yeah sure. I mean, I’m using you too, aren’t I? It’s only fair. Plus, if you get your sorcerer’s license, we then have access to all of the archives and everythin’, which can help us hunt for answers.”

“Oh, good point,” you say. Mammon had been the one to bring the idea of a pact up again, not you, something that came as a bit of a surprise. He must have been thinking about it all day, as his conditions were all very clear-cut and defined. And heavily in your favor, you can’t help but notice. The only thing he wants is the ability to break it whenever he wants and autonomy, both of which you were definitely going to give him anyway. “So, let’s do it. Is there like a ceremony or something we need to perform?”

Mammon chuckles. “I thought you were the expert on pacts since you were planning on trapping me in one.”

“I was not!” you argue hotly, and he laughs again.

“Relax, relax. I’m only teasing. But it’s not anything too fancy, we’ve just gotta say a few words, then boom, you’ve got yourself a pact.”

“Should we do it now, then?”

You almost expect him to balk; a pact is no small thing and you definitely wouldn’t blame him if he changed his mind. But Mammon is certain, and your insides warm as you realize it’s a measure of his trust in you. Hopefully, you can make sure his trust isn’t misplaced. Mammon looks at you expectantly and you grab a pen and scribble out the terms of the contract, signing and then having him sign on two pieces of paper. There, that should help assure him you won’t take advantage of your newfound control.

“Alright, let’s form this pact,” you say, tucking your contract in a secure place and handing him his copy. “What do I need to say.”

“Well, first,” Mammon begins, “we gotta hold hands.”

You reach out across the table, clasping his hands in yours. His hands are rough and warm, and his white nails glitter under your kitchen light. The sight of your hands in his, over the half-eaten pie and your empty plates, makes you smile. Has anyone ever done something like this? You truly doubt it.

Mammon gives you the words to say, some in your language and some in Latin, and it only takes a few moments before you feel a heat emanating from your side, just shy of feeling like a burn. You pull your hands back, peeling your shirt up, and watch as ink, glowing gold, spreads across your skin. What is left behind, gradually fading into a deep, dark black, is a sigil, one you recognize to mean wealth or money. How fitting.

Gently running your finger over the mark, you half-expect your skin to feel different, but you wouldn’t even be able to tell it’s there if you couldn’t see it. It’s weird but already feels like a normal part of your body.

“Sweet,” you say, looking up at Mammon. “How are you feeling?”

“Me? Oh, I’m feelin’ good,” Mammon says, grinning. “There’s always a nice rush of power. How about you?”

You take a moment to do a scan, but… “I feel the same,” you say, brow furrowing. “Should I be feeling different?”

Mammon runs a hand through his hair. “Maybe you just need to tap into the power. Do you have a place we can test it?”

“Yeah, out back,” you say, picking up your plate. “Should we go out there?”

You make quick work of picking up the kitchen table, then lead Mammon to your ‘training ground’– a small, clearing in the midst of your various garden beds. Mammon looks around appreciatively, letting out a low whistle.

“Damn, you weren’t kidding when you said ya grew herbs and shit.”

You laugh. “No, I wasn’t. Impressive, huh? Now, what do I need to do?”

Mammon sobers up, looking at you speculatively. “You said you’re not that good at magic, right? Well, that doesn’t really make any sense, considering the binding spell is super high-level stuff. I’m wonderin’ if you’ve got some kind of block or something.”

“I’m not sure,” you confess. “I have trouble sustaining spells over periods of time, and I’ve been told that means I’m weak. Solomon, however, mentioned one time that I have a large capacity, or something like that, and that if I had more magical energy I’d be able to do some wicked stuff. Although,” you say glumly, “who knows if that’s true. If he’s lied to me once, isn’t it likely he has been this whole time.”

“I don’t think that’s necessarily true,” Mammon hastens to assure you, “like I said, I think his intent was to bother me with this spell more than you. But if he was telling the truth about your capabilities, then a pact is probably exactly what you need. I shoulda filled you right up to the brim with energy, so now all we need to do is try to unlock it.”

“How?”

Mammon tilts his head, mouth twisting as he thinks. “Let’s try this first: Are there any spells you can do but can’t make last?”

“Like a flame?” you ask, and he nods. “Because I can light a little candle-sized flame, but it goes out right away.”

“Try lightin’ a flame,” Mammon orders, and you exhale, praying that you’re able to sustain it. If you can, this will open the door to you getting your license, which is everything you’ve ever wanted.

Holding out your finger, you concentrate your attention to the tip of it, then push, envisioning a flame. Immediately, a column of fire explodes from you, shooting high off into the sky. “Holy shit!” you yelp, lurching back. It dies out, leaving only its heat behind. “Holy shit,” you repeat, looking at your finger in amazement. “I just did that.”

“You did!” Mammon agrees, looking pleased. “Try again.”

You do, and like before, a giant inferno pours out from your body, thankfully not causing any actual harm to you or your surroundings. You, because it’s your magic, and your land because of the protections on it.

“Okay, correct me if I’m wrong,” Mammon says, “but I’ll bet you’re pushing with all your might, aren’t you?”

You nod. “Yeah, if I don’t use all of my effort, the flame won’t ignite.”

“That’s how it used to be, Sweetcheeks,” Mammon says. “But now you’re not running on empty. This time, when you do it, try just giving it a really light nudge.”

You do as he says, and to your surprise and amazement, you only light a small flame. It burns steadily, not a flicker in sight, and you don’t feel tired at all.

“This is amazing!” you say, breathless. You let the flame die out and throw your arms around Mammon, pulling him into a tight hug. He’s firm and sturdy underneath you, and you’re reminded of his abs, now (unfortunately) hidden underneath a shirt. “Thank you so much!” Mammon freezes under your touch and you remember yourself, pulling back embarrassedly. “Um, sorry, I got excited.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Mammon dismisses easily. He seems to be just as happy as you, and you grin at one another for a long moment. You’re ecstatic. Trying to make a pact with Mammon was a last-ditch effort, and one you hadn’t thought would ever work, but it had, and now you’re able to do all of the magic you’ve always dreamt of. This is the best day ever!

“I want to do more,” you say determinedly, “so let’s test my new limits!”

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“You’re back again,” Circe, the leader of the board that bestows licenses says, “even after failing the last license trials.”

“I am,” you reply, full of confidence. With your new pact, you can do what they only dream of doing. “And I’ll pass this time.”

The members of the board all look at one another, unimpressed, but you don’t let it get to you. You’ll show them what you’re capable of, and make them eat their words.

“While I’ll admit you had potential, it is highly improbable that you’ve improved enough to be granted a license in such a short amount of time,” another board member, Gwydion, states.“Are you sure you wish to proceed with the trial?”

You nod, surety clear in your actions.

“Then,” Circe says, clapping her hands together old-fashionedly, “let us begin.”

You pass the oral and written trials with ease, as you had last time, and you can feel the tension building as you step into the testing arena for your practical skills application. This is where you’d failed last time, your lack of stamina preventing you from hitting all of the benchmarks.

That won’t be a problem for you this time. You scan the empty room, letting out a long, slow breath. You’ve got this.

“Again, begin with lifting stones,” Gwydion orders, and a large pile of boulders appear in the middle of the arena. Last time you’d barely gotten one into the air, severely drained by the effort of holding it up. This time, it’s a breeze to lift them all, propelling them into the air with hardly any effort. It’s akin to holding a thick book– not too heavy, but weighty all the same.

The board gapes for a long moment.

“Can I put these down yet?” you eventually ask, and Circe coughs, adjusting her sleeves.

“Certainly. Let’s, ah, proceed to the next test.”

The next test is summoning objects, which you do with ease, and then making a flame, which again, you have down perfectly. The other tests are all easily passable for you, and you’re able to complete the third trial without breaking a sweat.

You feel like you’re on the top of the world.

“You’ve passed all three trials,” Gwydion says, “meaning we will grant you with a sorcerer's license. Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” you accept, bowing your head.

“Out of curiosity,” Seimei, another board member begins, “how did you improve so much? I daresay we’ve never seen anything like it! You now have the capabilities to be one of the greatest sorcerers of out time period!”

“I doubt that,” you say with a little laugh. “Just finally having a license is enough for me. But as to how I improved, well, I may have had a little help.”

“Help?” Circe leans forward, interested. “Like a tutor? I know you were working with that Solomon for a while. Though, it still seems impossible for a simple tutor to help you improve so much, especially since your problem was a lack of energy, not actual trouble with completing the craft.”

“Not a tutor,” you correct, pulling up your shirt to reveal the pact mark. “A pact.”

Gasps echo throughout the large chamber, bouncing off of the stone walls. “A pact?” Circe repeats, “and with the Avatar of Greed, no less. How ever did you manage that?”

You drop your shirt, shrugging. “I asked nicely.”

“Impossible,” Gwydion says. “There are many who have tried to get a pact with the Seven Lords of Hell, but only one in the last century has managed it, and Solomon is a verifiable genius!”

“And he only got a pact with the fifth-born,” someone else calls.

“What can I say?” You shrug. “I guess he saw my potential. Now, if that is all, may I go?”

Circe stares down at you for a long moment. “You may. Your license should arrive in the mail in four to five business days. After that, you will have complete authority to do magic of all types, as well as teach or sell as you wish. I look forward to seeing what you will blossom into. You own a shop, do you not?”

“I do,” you confirm, wondering what her point is.

“Well, now you can expand it much further than you could before,” she says. “It already has great renown in the surrounding areas, and I believe this will only heighten its fame. And with good reason. Getting a license, especially paired with a pact, is no small feat and you should be proud of yourself.”

“Thank you,” you say, dipping your head. “And thank you for granting me a license. I look forward to being more active in the Sorcerer community in the coming years.”

With that, you take your leave, exiting the building. It’s only in the lot that you let your emotions show, flopping down onto a bench. A joyous laugh explodes from you and you can’t remember the last time you’d felt such happiness. To think of all the years you’d strove to get a license… finally having it seems like a dream. One you never want to wake up from.

“I take it it went well?” someone calls, and you look up sharply. Mammon stands on the walk, brows raised.

“So well,” you reply with a happy sigh. “I can’t thank you enough for this. Allowing me a pact is no small thing, and to do it so soon after we met is truly an honor.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Mammon says, but his ears are red and he won’t look at you. “What is it you humans do after a good thing happens? Go out to eat or something?”

“Do you want to?” you ask, standing up. “I know a great Mediterranean place nearby.”

Mammon shrugs. “Sure, I guess. You’re paying though.”

Shooting him a playful glare, you bite back a smile. “Usually, the person who had the amazing thing happen doesn't pay.”

“But it wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for me,” Mammon says like that’s the obvious conclusion. “So you should pay.”

“Asshole,” you snipe, but you’re not truly mad. It’s in character for him to pull something like this, and unfortunately, you’re only feeling fond. And a little amused. “Let’s go, then.”

The restaurant is almost completely empty, due to it being mid-afternoon on a weekday, and a young waiter quickly approached after the hostess sat you down.

“Can I get you something to drink,” he says, barely sparing Mammon a glance. Taken aback, you just get water. He takes Mammon’s order as well, noticeably less animated, and when he walks away Mammon gives you a look.

“Jeez, could that guy be any more obvious?”

“Oh, come on, cut him some slack,” you try, “Maybe he’s just intimidated by you.”

Mammon barks a laugh. “Please, he’s totally into you! How could he be so obvious, I mean, anyone would assume we were on a date, wouldn’t they?”

“They probably would,” you allow, heat pounding slightly. Come on, MC, get it together! It’s not like you’re actually on a date.

The waiter returns then, setting down your drinks and giving you a warm smile. He is kind of attractive - well, not compared to Mammon, but who would be? - and he really is giving you some pretty clear signals.

“Are you ready to order?” he asks, again addressing only you, and you jolt. You’ve barely even looked at your menu.

“I think we'll need a few more minutes, thanks,” Mammon says frostily, and reluctantly the waiter steps back. You scan the options, and all of them look good. Eventually deciding on your choice, you wait for Mammon to do the same. Thankfully, putting your orders in goes relatively smoothly, and you relax when the waiter disappears into the back. Mammon watches him go with a glare, apparently actually put out.

“If he’s making you uncomfortable at all,” Mammon begins, and it really seems that he’s looking for an excuse more than anything.

“He’s not,” you assure him quickly. “Truly. It’s only a bit of harmless flirting. And anyway, it’s not like it’s going to go anywhere. Not when I have you on my hands.”

“But if I wasn’t here?”

The question hangs in the air for a long moment, and you force out a laugh, suddenly feeling like you’re getting cross-examined by a persecutor.

If you weren’t here,” you say, “then I’d be in my shop, selling herbs and being generally unhappy with my life.”

“You know that’s not what I mean!” Mammon prods, but you refuse to answer any further.

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It’s late when you get back to your house, and you’re still high on your acquisition of your sorcerer's license. Because of that, you almost miss the letter sitting innocuously on your entryway table.

“What’s that?” Mammon asks, and you flip it over, eyeing the blood-red seal on the back. The symbol niggles at your brain but you don’t immediately recognize it.

“I’m not sure.” It’s suspicious, definitely, what with it showing up in your house and all, but you’ve never been one to leave stones unturned so without thinking, you’re breaking the seal, unfolding the letter inside.

You scan the paper, each word more and more improbable than the last.

“What? What does it say?” Mammon pulls at your arm, taking the letter from you, and you see the moment when he realizes who the letter is from. “Shit,” he curses, “god-fucking-damn it. Fucking Lord Diavolo, never able to mind his own business.”

“Lord Diavolo, as in the Lord Diavolo, right?” you ask stupidly. “As in, ‘Ruler of the Devildom’? That Lord Diavolo?”

Mammon looks at you like he’s afraid you’re going to pass out, which, okay, fair. Your legs feel like jelly, a feeling that you're growing more and more familiar with as you spend time with Mammon.

“Yes, that Lord Diavolo,” he answers slowly. “News about my pact must have reached him. I should have expected this,” he continues, more to himself than you. “I knew my time up here wasn’t going to last that long!”

“He summoned us to the Devildom,” you say faintly. “Lord Diavolo, who we can’t refuse, summoned us to his castle.”

“Relax,” Mammon says. “Look, he’s actually a pretty nice guy. He and Lucifer are pretty close, so I suspect he’s got a part in this letter, but since it’s Diavolo summoning us, that means the intent is to learn more about you, not to punish me. It’ll be fine.”

“The Devildom.” You look at him with wide eyes. “Oh my god, I can’t leave my shop! I have responsibilities, and a job, and a life, and I can’t just abandon it all to go down to the Devildom!”

“But you’re gonna have to,” Mammon says. “MC, I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you. I can’t let anything bad happen. I swear to you that your shop will be fine and that you will be fine. I don’t want to go down there any more than you do, but there’s no way around it. If we don’t go there, they’ll come to us, and trust me when I say you don’t want that headache. I’m sure you’ll only be down there for a couple of days at most, and then you can come back to your life like it never happened.”

“What about the binding spell?” you ask. It doesn’t escape your notice that he only says ‘you’, making no mention as to what will become of him. The implication leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

“They’re gonna sense it,” Mammon says, thinking aloud, “and if it comes out that it was done accidentally, there’ll be consequences, so we’re going to have to pretend to- to actually be bound. Like we’ve been seeing each other in secret.”

“Why? Wouldn’t it be better to confess it was an accident and see if they can help us break it?”

Mammon sighs. “Ideally, but then you could get in trouble for messing with magic that got out of control. It could jeopardize your license and reputation.”

Oh, he’s trying to protect you.

“If that's what you think is best,” you say. “I trust you, Mammon.”

“I trust you too, MC,” he says, clasping your hands. Was it really only days ago that you’d held his hands before to make the pact? It seems like a lifetime away. “Everything will be fine. Like I said, I’m sure Diavolo only wants to meet ya. He gets real interested in humans or angels that go against the grain.”

“Does this mean I’ll meet your brothers?” you ask, and Mammon nods. Despite your nerves, you’re at least a little excited about that. Though some of Mammon’s stories give you a poor impression, it’s also clear he has a lot of affection for them and you’d love to get to know Mammon better through them.

“Unfortunately.”

You laugh, your nerves easing. “Okay, then we’ll go tomorrow morning. I have to get packed and set up my shop to leave… This is why I wish I had an assistant who could take over for me! I’ll just have to put a sign out front and a notice up online.”

“Do what you’ve gotta do,” Mammon says, “and if you need any help, let me know.”

“Thank you,” you say sincerely. “And I’m sorry for dragging you into all of this. If I hadn’t listened to Solomon-”

“Exactly,” Mammon interrupts. “It’s Solomon’s fault, so don’t beat yourself up. And I’ve been havin’ a lot of fun these past days, okay Sweetcheeks? Whatever happens, I’ll always remember this time as a good one.”

His words make something flutter in your chest, and you swallow, unable to express just how much you feel the same.

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bisexual-yuri · 1 month

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Talent and Blessings Don’t Matter in the Hospital (Lessons from ECMC)

There is only so much process you can reasonably expect someone to do

I feel like I’ve hit my limit

Shit’s got me feeling bored and stupid like the village idiot

Need my creativity need a job

I’m all full of all sort of needs to sort out this agony of idleness

They say it’s a kindness to myself to take so much time to myself but what do I do all by myself except circle a drain I don’t want to drain out of?

Can I take a plane or a train off this cliff of boredom without alarming me and everyone that loves me?

Still processing neuropathy and dark shit discussed in therapy

Like the fact that the nurses sedated me against my will needlessly because they were scared of me

Don’t care that they’re the real scary she’s, the real scary ones

The ones keeping me locked away from the sun and the fan

It felt like nobody cared that the son of God sees all including patient abuse, including how if you scary enough they’ll take your fuckin’ shoes

They don’t got a clue the trauma they causer with the drama and gel/powder painted claws, damaging psych mentality, my prayer is done so more it be

Amanda and JD, were they manic or just anxious?

Why did Corey have to take all this?

Why won’t Fawzi just get all the words out?

Why wouldn’t they just let Jaxem the fuck out?

People no danger to themselves or me

Still in lockup, docs give no fucks you see

False profits and false prophets get out easy

Druggin’ the fun out of Aggie

You ain’t fun no more, that’s how you get free

Behavior in the health, good behavior in hell

And it doesn’t even come with Mercy

Quitting’ Cymbalta cold turkey

Can’t see color, can’t smell nothin’, feelin’ wonky

Temperature a mess, cold water on hot hands

No one cares to listen, no one really understands that big emotions are not themselves a disease

Drug’ll fuck your mind up till you can’t even see

I’m Eliza spitting’ rhymes now, not lies now, no I’m no fucking donkey

It’s a song but I wrote it in the wrong key

Singin’ red teeth, spitting truth through the nose bleed

Now I got time to kill but no blood to spill

You can’t take anything further away from me

Robbed of all my autonomy, my work and my loves all a trifecta of purgatory

Abuse and sex crimes by blonde bitches who look at me and see witches

Plural

I’m just one person, big feelings on a fleshly mural

Trying to make sense of the senseless violence done to me

Trying to make sense of the senseless violence done period

I’m deadly serious

This shit needs to get a hard look at it

A world full of angels seeking their halos and wings, instead get shot down with syringes and bans that take wedding rings

No wedding ring for me, no wedding ring for Sarah not even a tattoo

In the hospital they treat you like a damn fool and then wonder why you behave any differently

Sorry ECMC but the truth you saw in there ain’t the real me, it’s the me you brought out of me

It’s the eagle you carved out of a hummingbird that was trying to rest on a dead tree

I’m not a dead me, I’m just me, so why did you try killing me to make me whole again?

I’ll tell you doc, you have cost me all sorts of friends by locking me up in this shit

Made some new ones too, but the anger and the loss are harder pills to swallow than anything you gave me in follow up

Divorce the PTSD, divorce from real me, you people never trusted me to take care of me

It’s scary

I know in a moment I had lost my mind, but damn is that license to be so fucking unkind?

How am I supposed to find peace in the belly of the beast?

How is anyone supposed to heal when you hit them hard with rules about what is and isn’t real?

Makes you wonder who’s the delusional one, the patients or the system

All I know is the needle toothed fucker takes everyone as a victim and doesn’t care if we scream or we cry

More fuel for the fire, more reasons to make people want to die to escape this

I know Al, you’re still here and you can’t take this

Neither can I, knowing people suffer every day in this hellfire of some hospital’s fucked up design

But what can I do, I’m just one person and I don’t even have a second shoe to drop because of what the hospital took from me

I have a lot of friends, lot of family

Most people ain’t so lucky

Screaming on the wind “why did you do this to me and him and her and them and everybody?”

I wish I knew an answer, I wish I had a better answer than just to scream

Maybe someday when I am healed I will have energy to dream of a better future for this

But for now, all I can do is sleep

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elvenbeard · 1 year

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Did I stay up way too late making a fake screamsheet article? Yes. Did I have a blast? Hell yes. Finally a good use for what I learned at uni and never got to utilize in an actual job :D

The short story behind this really is simply that Vince and Kerry did want to keep their relationship out of the public eye for as long as possible, cause god knows they were dealing with enough shit at the time, didn't need curious paparazzi on top :D When the whole Arasaka/Relic mess had begun to calm down though, Vince slowly recovering, they started letting their guard down a bit more (although Vince remained worried that, should who he is exactly become public knowledge in Kerry's circles, it could reflect badly on him... or, even worse, get him into trouble with or the attention of the wrong kind of people). As we know though, Kerry likes dating Night City's bad boy TM, and is a lot more relaxed about it all - something that probably also comes with his age and everything else he's dealt with and made it through somehow already. So, at some point his current manager is like "okay you guys, work with me here, we have to make this public now. You're not being the most subtle and I'm kinda running out of ideas what to tell the medias to keep them at a distance". And after a press conference followed the above interview and photo op, and Vince hadn't felt as uncomfortable and sick to his stomach in a long while during the whole thing xD Kerry made sure though the media people left him alone. Over time he'd get used to it as well, for sure, because Kerry is certain that what they have will last and he's definitely off the market for good now.

Full interview text under the cut for better readability.

The rumors are true after all

Once voted one of Night City’s most sought-after bachelors, Kerry Eurodyne is off the dating market once again. “For good this time,” he says, and gives ShowBlizz an exclusive look behind the well-guarded scenes.

By Lacie Bourne | Published on December 3rd 2077, 6AM

For months the gossip factory has been working overtime. It all started with a custom Yaiba motorbike spotted coming and going regularly at the Eurodyne residence in North Oak. Ever since we’ve asked the same question: is someone new at Kerry’s side? One of Night City’s long-established rockstars, Kerry Eurodyne has been in the news in recent months more frequently again. A new album is in the works, a tour planned for 2078/79. But that’s not all that’s new and different, with his management officially confirming earlier this week that Kerry has a new partner.

Lacie: Good morning, Kerry, thanks so much for having us here at your home today for this exclusive interview!

Kerry: Pleasure’s all mine.

L: Let me cut straight to the point, because our readers will be dying to know: how long exactly has this been going on? And what are the reasons you’ve been hiding your obvious new luck for so long?

K: We first met in early June, through work you could say. We weren’t hiding as such, just keeping a low profile. Won’t be going into the details here, other than it just feelin’ right at the time.

L: Happy 6-month anniversary then! You already said it, you met through work. Rumors say he was, or maybe still is, part of your management team that organized the collab with UsCracks?

K: In a way you could say that, yeah. Without him that deal wouldn’t have worked out the way it did, definitely.

L: How exciting! What else can you tell us? Can we have a name, his age?

K: I’m afraid, no, you can’t. Not yet, at least.

L: How intriguing indeed… but I will take you up on that “not yet” by the time our next interview rolls around! Of course we would have liked to speak to your partner as well today, ask him all the burning questions our readers have directly…

K: Well, they’ll have to put up with me instead.

L: Hahaha, well then let’s get to our reader’s questions right away... During the official press conference earlier this week you said you’re “off the dating market… for good this time”. Responses to this were mixed, as you’d made a similar statement after the announcement of your engagement to Louise. What gvies you the confidence that this relationship will last, that this is different?

K: I’ve read the comments, and I don’t think I’ve ever used those words exactly in regards to Louise. Or in this context at least. And I’m not here to throw her under the bus either. What I can say is, that meeting my partner was… a revelation. In many ways. He’s supportive in a way I haven’t experienced with anyone else yet, and god knows I’m not the easiest person to handle. He’s doing a preem job at it. Lifting me up, and grounding me in the here and now at the same time.

L: That does sound almost too perfect, doesn’t it?

K: Maybe it does, but it’s true. He brings out the best in me, inspires me to do what I’m best at: making fucking good music. He makes me very happy, more than he thinks himself.

L: Well, of course we wish you all the best and that you stay as happy together as you very obviously are!

K: Thanks, ‘preciate it.

L: What does your future together look like you think? What are your long-term goals and plans?

K: We like to take things a day at a time. He is a very busy man, as am I. Sometimes planning too far ahed only gets frustrating when things don’t work out short notice. Carefully, tentatively though, a vacation is planned. We could both use a little getaway. Been an eventful year, and next year’s gonna be even busier.

L: Where are you headed, if you’re willing to share?

K: The Phillipines, and afterwards maybe Japan.

L: If those aren’t the perfect destinations for a romantic getaway! I hope all will work out as planned, you deserve it, Kerry!

K: Haha, yeah, think so. He deserves it, too.

L: Of course! We wish you all the best. And we hope to see more of you two together in the future, now that you’ve finally let the cat out of the bag. You’re certainly a breathtaking couple!

K: Thanks, Lacie.

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#cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne x v #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk vp #cyberpunk fanfiction #cyberpunk edit #otp: to bad decisions #my screenshots #my edits #my vp

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Hope

@selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs

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GL doing a mashup for a Project, Bungou gang hear part of it while still in the game. Play video when Part 2 is spoken. (Don't own video or other images)

It was another day for the Bungou cast. When they tune in to see what GL was up to today. Logining in they noticed that GL wasn't alone, other than her there were three males and one other female. Also, music was playing in the background, but it sounded.....off?

"Hey, what's GL doing? Who are those people?" Atsushi asked. "Not sure but whatever is going on, I think were about to get a clue." Ranpo said.

It suddenly went dark, before words showed on a board behind them. "Is this what I think,"Kunikida.

Part 2: Wild & Free (GL, Female, Male) "Huh, whatever this is, is being done in movements," Dazai speculated.

Baby, this is what you came for Lightning strikes every time she moves

We're all bored, we're all so tired of everything We wait for trains that just aren't coming We show off our different scarlet letters— Trust me, mine is better I was so much younger yesterday

You're a real life fantasy, you're a real life fantasy (huh!) But you're moving so carefully; let's start living dangerously

Deep in my bones, I can feel you Take me back to a time only we knew Hideaway, I… (I wanna feel you un—feel you under my body) We could waste the night with an old film Smoke a little weed on the couch in the back room Hideaway, I… When I'm low, low, low, low I, oh, I, oh, I Got me feeling drunk and high So high, so high (Ah Ah Ah) Oh, I, oh, I, oh, I Now I'm feeling drunk and high So high, so high (Ah Ah Ah)

Can't keep my hands to myself I thank God every day (u-huh) (My hands to myself) That I woke up feelin' this way (Can't keep my hands to myself)

"wow, this isn't just one song is it," Chuuya remarked. "This is an amazing talent."

Don't give up, I won't give up (woo-hoo) Don't give up, no no no (I won’t give up) Don't give up, I won't give up (woo-hoo) Don't give up, no no no

Cause I got that sunshine in my pocket Got that good soul in my feet I feel that hot blood in my body when it drops, ooh (I’m a cool girl) I can't take my eyes up off it, moving so phenomenally (I love cheap thrills) Hey Room on lock the way we rock it, so don't stop (I love cheap thrills) We're gonna be alright

Baby, don't you know All them tears gon' come and go Baby, you just gotta make up your mind That every little thing is gonna be alright You don't gotta go to work

Gimme the ting and make me rock in a dance (work, work, work) Gimme the ting and make me rock in a dance (work, work, work, work) Mash it up, hot step in a dance (work, work, work, work) Gimme the ting and make me rock (work, work, work) Light it up

He won't touch you like I do (Let me love you) He won't love you like I would (Let me love you) He don't know your body, he don't do you right (woo) He won't love you like I would Love you like I would You’ll never bring me down (woo)

(He) Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here (woo) Oh, baby, you should go and love yourself (oh) Like we used to do… (He) Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here (woo shit) And I can't wait till we can break up outta here ("Nah" to the "Ah" to the "No", "No", "No")

Here oh, oh, oh He better call Becky with the good hair

As that part faded, new words showed up.

Part 3: Hurt & Lost

(I) Paradise, paradise, paradise, paradise (War zone, war zone, war zone, war zone) There's no use crying about it Darling, all I know is we're hiding away from this tonight Sad song, Oh, this tonight, sad song

I'm praying to catch you whispering (Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah) No easy love could ever make me feel the same I got high as your expectations Last night, I came to a realization And I hope you can take it No, I'm too good to you

But, baby, don't get it twisted You was just another man on the hit list Tryna fix your inner issues with a bad bitch Didn't they tell you that I was a savage? Fuck your white horse and a carriage Bet you never could imagine Daddy told me “Go, go ahead now.”

[Shot gun] I know what you did last summer (ah-ah) Just lie to me there's no other (he-ey) I know what you did last summer Tell me where you've been You needed me (hoo-woo hoo-woo-woo hoo-woo) On that, it's almost shocking Gone, gone (ho-yeah)

In the night she hears him calling (woo) In the night she's dancing to relieve the pain That's why I need a one dance Got a Hennessy in my hand With you in the middle (we don't have to go out) I'm just a sucker for pain

(Oh) Soon I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me? (Oh) Soon I'll be sixty years old (you were so perfect) You were a, you were a perfect illusion (ah)

Ah-ah

"AH WHAT'S GL DOING," Kenji yelped in shocked, as GL was now the only person being shown, sadly smiling at the camera.

GL: True love brought salvation back into me. With every tear came redemption, and my torture became my remedy.

Part 4: Relief & Reminiscence

(Something bout you)

I hate you, I love you I hate that I love you Don't want to but I can't put nobody else above you I hate you, I love you I hate that I want you You want her, you need her And I'll never be her

This was all you, none of it me You put your hands on, on my body and told me Mmm That was what you told me

I'm giving you up I've forgiven it all You set me free

Are we out of the woods yet? Are we out of the woods yet? Are we out of the woods yet? Are we out of the woods? Are we in the clear yet? Are we in the clear yet? Are we in the clear yet? In the clear yet? Good

Can't you see there's no other man above you? What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you Hold up, they don't love you like I love you Slow down, they don't love you like I love you

I hop up out the bed and get my swag on Baby I just need one good one to stay (Ba ba ba ba ba) Hey

I'll stop time for you The second you say you'd like me too (Ah ah oh ah ah) I just wanna give you the loving that you're missing Baby, just to wake up with you Would be everything I need and this could be so different Tell me what you want to do (standing with the army)

Dark times Baby when we were young There was nothing to make believe (Bright side) And the songs that we sang They were written for you and me But yet it's everything So don't change a thing We both know what they say about us Now you need to forward and give me all the…

Work, work, work, work, work, work He said me hafi Work, work, work, work, work, work He see me do mi Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt! And so me put in Work, work, work, work, work, work

(Woo) Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out (Woo) Are we out of the woods? Hey!

Remember when you hit the brakes too soon? Twenty stitches in the hospital room When you started cryin', baby, I did, too But when the sun came up, I was lookin' at you Remember when we couldn't take the heat I walked out and said, "I'm settin' you free," But the monsters turned out to be just trees And when the sun came up, you were lookin' at me

It was just like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young

If you're ready, if you're ready (send my love to your new lover) If you're ready, I'm ready (treat her better) We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts We both know we ain't kids no more

Come on, let it go (If you're ready, if you're ready) Just let it be (If you're ready, I'm ready) Why don't you be you (If you're ready, if you're ready) And I'll be me?

I'm only one (my youth is yours) Call away (wild wild) I'll be there to save the day (wild wild) (We ain't ever getting older) You're driving me wild, wild, wild (Shake, Bend and break, but I can't turn away) You're driving me wild, wild, wild (and it's driving me wild) We ain't ever getting older

It was just like a movie It was just like a song When we were young

Silence, before cheers erupted from the cast. they got so hyped they started spaming the game in text feature with gifts and outfits.

"Hey GL, you're phone is spasing out, you got a date or something," a male said, grabbing GL attention.

"No, wonder what's going on...huh what in the?" GL was shocked to see she had new gifts from her Bungou game, out of nowhere. It was a mystery.

#self aware bungou #for fun #songfic #youtube #singing #bungou stray dogs au #bungou stray dogs #Youtube

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Amusement Park Show - Chapter 1

Location: Light Music Club Room Characters: Adonis Otogari, Kouga Oogami, Kaoru Hakaze & Rei Sakuma Season: Winter Writer: Yuuki Yoshino

Kouga: ♪~♪~

(It’s the middle of the winter holidays so that frickin’ annoying vampire bastard ain’t around and those twins -- the ones you’ve got no idea when which one’s talkin’-- ain’t around either.)

(This is my territory now! Imma let out my soul’s rock ’n’ roll...♪)

Rei: *Yawn...♪* What’s with that noise? Is it lunchtime already?

Kouga: Wha...!? You were here all this time!? You just scared the frick outta me!!

...Tsk. Just when I thought I had the place to myself. You bein’ here just ruined everything.

It’s the middle of the winter holidays, y’know? You should go home and sleep since we’re on break. Ain’t my fault if you start feelin’ sick sleepin’ in that coffin all the time.

Rei: Oh, Doggy. Are you worried for me? Underneath that tough exterior you’re just a kind child at heart, aren’t you...? ♪

Kouga: Daaaah! Don’t look at me like I’m your grandkid! You’re lookin’ for a fight, huh!?

Rei: My, quick to anger, aren’t you, Doggy? Have you ever thought about getting Ritsu to drink your blood a little?

Kouga: Why do I gotta get Ricchi to drink my blood, huh!? The two of you are just lookin’ for a fight!

Besides, doesn’t Ricchi only drink Anzu’s blood at the moment? No wait, drinking blood itself is weird enough already.

Even in class, that’s all he ever talks about. Talkin’ ‘bout using her as a body pillow or emergency food or somethin’... Ricchi definitely likes her.

Rei: It appears he’s been captivated by her ever since drinking her blood.

Though, personally, the metallic taste makes me throw up. However, I cannot deny the flavour Ritsu has praised so much has also piqued my curiosity ♪

Kouga: Well, don’t come crawlin’ to me when you drink it and end up throwin’ up. Actually, the both of you shouldn’t be flockin’ around her like that!

If you’re feelin’ anemic, you’re better off eatin’ somethin’ that’s nutritious.

Rei: Hmm, to have tamed Doggy like this, she must truly be frightening.

Well, if she wasn’t already a girl with nerves of steel, she wouldn’t have been able to work as the “producer” of Yumenosaki Academy.

Miss Anzu truly is a rare existence... ♪

Kaoru: Hm~? Did I hear someone mention Anzu-chan? Could it be that she’s here?

Adonis: Hakaze-senpai, please do not stop so suddenly. I just bumped into you.

Kaoru: Urgh, bumping into guys doesn’t make me the least bit happy, you know~?

Adonis: H-Hm. My apologies.

Kaoru: Well, it’s alright. That was also my fault. Anyway, is Anzu-chan here? Come out if you are~ Come play with this really nice guy ♪

Rei: Unfortunately, Miss Anzu isn’t here. Well, even if she was, I’m sure she would have bolted the moment she heard you say that...

Kaoru: Oh, was that no good then? That phrase works like a charm with other girls, though~ But I know. Anzu-chan’s a serious girl, after all.

I guess she’ll put up her walls, huh. Okay, I won’t scare you anymore so don’t worry and come on out~♪

Rei: I thought I just said Miss Anzu isn’t here. Kaoru-kun, it’s too early for you to be going senile...

Kaoru: Hey, it feels pretty humiliating to see you treat me like an elderly, Sakuma-san.

...But it seems Anzu-chan really isn’t here. I would be able tell by her smell if she was.

Ahh~ I don’t feel motivated if she isn’t here~ Sakuma-san, can I go home?

Rei: Wanting to go home almost immediately after arriving. You really are free-spirited...

Kouga: Why’s Hakaze...-senpai and Adonis here anyway? It’s not “UNDEAD’s” practice day today.

Adonis: You haven’t heard anything from Sakuma-senpai?

Kouga: Huh? Heard what?

Adonis: Hakaze-senpai and I were told to come here because it’s been decided that we’ll be doing a live at the amusement park.

Kouga: A live? At the amusement park?

Hey, vampire bastard!! I haven’t heard anythin’ ‘bout that!

Rei: Is that so?

You were playing your guitar so cheerfully I thought you had heard the news.

My apologies, Doggy. It wasn’t my intention to make you feel left out. Here, take this and feel a bit better... ♪

Kouga: Daaaaah! You think givin’ me candy is gonna work!?

I ain’t no kid. Treatin’ me like a dog gets me annoyed, but treatin’ me like a kid makes me even irritated!

Kaoru: Calm down, Doggy~ We’ll have to collar you if you keep yapping like that, okay?

Kouga: Grrrrrrrrr!

Kaoru: Woah!? Don’t bite me! You’re one aggressive doggy, huh~

Adonis: Oogami, the more you shout, the more you play right into Hakaze-senpai’s hands.

Kouga: *Pant, pant*

Adonis: Oogami.

Kouga: Geez, fine. I’ll calm down a bit.

...Thanks, Adonis. You’re a good guy ♪

Adonis: You’re always looking out for me, Oogami. If something like this can be considered helpful, then I’ll always be glad to lend a hand.

Kouga: Adonis, you’re so...♪

I don’t usually make friends with humans, but you’re definitely an exception.

You get to be friends with someone as great as me. You can take pride in that, Adonis ♪

Adonis: ...You’re calling me a friend, Oogami?

Kanzaki also called someone as unrefined as I am a friend. ...I’m blessed with good friends.

Kaoru: ...Those two get along well, huh.

Rei: Do you envy them, Kaoru-kun? I suppose we could learn a thing or two from them...♪

Kaoru: Don’t start with me though. It’s not my thing to get chummy with guys, you know~?

But I guess I do understand a little as to why Kanata-kun called his juniors cute. I thought they were just annoying little brats up until recently.

Both Doggy and Adonis-kun are more honest than they seem. If they were just as arrogant as they looked, I definitely wouldn’t have grown fond of them.

I joined “UNDEAD” because I liked that we could all do our own things, but for some reason, I feel like we’ve grown to be one recently...

I used to think that was annoying and hated that kind of stuff but I’m starting to think that’s not so bad. I guess I don’t hate it so much anymore...♪

Next Chapter →

#enstars #enstars translation #amusement park show

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2022 Fic Roundup

(I wasn’t tagged for this, I just wanted to, so if anyone who wants to do it is looking for a reason to do it, I say go for it :D)

Total 2022 Word Count: 416,082 (This is adjusted from what ao3 tells me and doesn’t include other author contributions on the round robin fic I contributed to, or chapters of WIPs that were posted before 2022)

Total 2022 Hits: 230,492

Other 2022 AO3 Stats

Kudos: 19,925

Comment Threads: 1,713

Bookmarks: 3,514

Subscriptions: 2,828

Links & Titles to 2022 Works: 136 fics under the cut (along with other questions) (Some of these fics were started prior to 2022, but I posted to them in 2022, so they’re going on the list)

One Look At You (My Whole Life Falls In Line) (Shadow and Bone)

Warm And Real And Bright (Shadow and Bone)

Our Dreams Assured (And We All Will Sleep Well) (Shadow and Bone)

We Could Fall In Love (And I Could Be Your Sweetie) (Shadow and Bone)

Do I Wanna Know? (If This Feelin’ Flows Both Ways) (Shadow and Bone)

Anywhere But Here (Without You) (Shadow and Bone)

Need A Little Sweetness In My Life (Shadow and Bone)

All I’ve Thought About Is You (Since You’ve Been Gone) (Shadow and Bone)

Share Your Light (Teach Me To See) (Shadow and Bone)

Everything You Say Is A Sweet Revelation (Shadow and Bone)

There’s A Song In My Heart (I Feel Like I Belong) (Shadow and Bone)

I Need You To Know (That You Are My Heart Forever) (Shadow and Bone)

You’re The Only One Who Really Knew Me At All (Shadow and Bone)

You Take Me In Your Arms (And There's Sunlight All Around Me) (Shadow and Bone)

I Wish I Could Show You How Much You’ve Grown (Original Work)

I Could Have Danced All Night (Shadow and Bone)

You Are Not Alone (I've Been Here The Whole Time) (Shadow and Bone)

I Know It Hurts (It's Hard To Breathe Sometimes) (Shadow and Bone)

This Could Be The Start Of Something New (Shadow and Bone)

Look Out ('Cause Here I Come) (Shadow and Bone)

Don't You Ever Leave Me (Don't You Ever Go) (Shadow and Bone)

C'mon Darling (Let Me Steal This Moment From You Now) (Shadow and Bone)

Wish I Could Quit You (But It Feels Too Good) (Shadow and Bone)

Little Did I Know (It Was You Before I Ever Decided) (Shadow and Bone)

My Love Is You (My Love You Are) (Shadow and Bone)

Now I Really Know (I Could Never Let You Go) (Shadow and Bone)

Trace The Steps With My Fingertips (Shadow and Bone)

I Meant Well (Look At What Well-Meant Did) (Shadow and Bone)

With No Distractions (My Only Reaction To You Is The Joy I Found) (Shadow and Bone)

Make My Whole World Feel So Right (Shadow and Bone)

Every Moment Spent With You (Is A Moment I Treasure) (Shadow and Bone)

You Are Not The King (We Are Not The Fools) (Shadow and Bone)

Took No Time With The Fall (Shadow and Bone)

Honey Just Put Your Sweet Lips On My Lips (Shadow and Bone)

You Were Lovely (By The Fractured Light) (Shadow and Bone)

Show Me That Heaven's Right Here (Shadow and Bone)

They Tell Me Think With My Head (Not That Thing In My Chest) (Shadow and Bone)

So Unfamiliar A Gleam (Shadow and Bone)

Crash and Burn (Shadow and Bone)

If I Had The Chance (I'd Never Let You Go) (Shadow and Bone)

It's The Way You Stay (Right By My Side) (Shadow and Bone)

To Think It's Been Here All Along (Somewhere To Belong) (Shadow and Bone)

All The Broken Can Find Hope (In The Most Unexpected Places) (Shadow and Bone)

If You Don't Manage To Ruin It All (Maybe You Won't Die Alone) (Shadow and Bone)

No One Can Lift Me, Catch Me (The Way That You Do) (Shadow and Bone)

I Call It Magic (When I'm With You) (Shadow and Bone)

Forever's A Long Time (But Far From Enough Time To Spend With You) (Shadow and Bone)

A Strange Exhilaration (In Such Total Detestation) (Shadow and Bone)

Adventures in Selkie Babysitting (Shadow and Bone)

You're Like Lightning In A Bottle (I Can't Let You Go Now That I Got It) (Shadow and Bone)

Leave Me One Thing Before We Part (A Kiss To Build A Dream On) (Shadow and Bone)

Even If The Skies Get Rough (I'm Giving You All My Love) (Shadow and Bone)

Giving Love In A (Selkie) Family Dose (Shadow and Bone)

Let's Fall Apart (And Start Again) (Shadow and Bone)

No Charm Equal (Knives Out)

I Give My Hand To You (With All My Heart) (Shadow and Bone)

Taking On The World Together (As Long As You Just Give Me All The Love You Have) (Shadow and Bone)

Every Hour We Spent Together (Lives Within My Heart) (Shadow and Bone)

Seal of Approval (Shadow and Bone)

A Light So Steady (Shadow and Bone)

I'd Rather Hold You (Than Try To Catch This Flight) (Shadow and Bone)

Because I’ll Be Here (Shadow and Bone)

I Wanna Feel The Way It Feels To Have You Stay (Shadow and Bone)

Love Like You Never Knew (Just Let Me Show You) (Shadow and Bone)

You're The Heart Of Me (Oh, Sweet Love Of Mine) (Shadow and Bone)

I'm Begging For You To Take My Hand (Shadow and Bone)

Unbreak the Broken (Shadow and Bone)

How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) (Shadow and Bone)

And With Your Love (I'll Never Be Alone) (Shadow and Bone)

I Guess I Always Knew (That Anything We Do Would Be Enough) (Shadow and Bone)

Just Say You Won't Let Go (Kemp Owyne (Traditional Song))

And Then You Caught My Eye (Giving Me The Feeling Of A Lightning Strike) (Shadow and Bone)

Save Me From The Nothing I've Become (Shadow and Bone)

Puppy Love (Shadow and Bone)

I'd Never Ask You ('Cause Deep Down I'm Certain I Know What You'd Say) (Shadow and Bone)

I Wonder What It's Like To Be Loved By You (Shadow and Bone)

It's Different When It Comes From You (DC Extended Universe)

To Take Another Path (Shadow and Bone) (Round Robin fic)

Feel Your Magnet Hearts (They're Beating Each To Each) (Shadow and Bone)

Unexpected (What You Did To My Heart) (Shadow and Bone)

My Arms Will Hold You (Keep You Safe And Warm) (Shadow and Bone)

I'm Becoming All Alone Again (Stay, Stay, Stay) (Shadow and Bone)

As Long As It Takes (I Will Prove My Love To You) (Shadow and Bone)

Picture Perfect (Shadow and Bone)

About To Say All The Things (Swore I'd Never Say) (Shadow and Bone)

A Smallville Christmas (Smallville)

Our Dreams (They Are Made Out Of Real Things) (Shadow and Bone)

Always Darkest Before The Dawn (Shadow and Bone)

Been Dreaming That You Feel It Too (Shadow and Bone)

When The Day Met The Night (Object and Concept Anthropomorphism)

A Love So Sweet (In So Many Ways) (Shadow and Bone)

The More Things Change (Shadow and Bone)

Elephant In The Room (Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries/Murder She Wrote)

Why Can't I Breath (Whenever I Think About You) (Shadow and Bone)

And Though It Seems Wrong (It Feels Right) (Shadow and Bone)

The Sweetest Devotion (Shadow and Bone)

Now I'm Illuminated (And You're All I See) (Shadow and Bone)

Tell Me That We Belong Together (Dress It Up With The Trappings Of Love) (Shadow and Bone)

Pretending You Ain’t Been On My Mind (Shadow and Bone)

Only The Darkest Light Can Deliver My Love (Shadow and Bone)

So Infinitely Vast (We're Standing At The Edge) (Shadow and Bone)

You Alone Can Make My Song Take Flight (Shadow and Bone)

Dare You To Run (Shadow and Bone)

Feels Like Love In The Morning (Shadow and Bone)

Standing Where The Lightning Strikes (I Know This Doesn't Happen Twice) (Chronicles of Narnia (Movies))

No Matter What This World'll Throw (It Won't Shake Me Loose) (The Mummy (1999))

I've Got No Choice (But To Light You Up) (Shadow and Bone)

I Wanna Testify (Scream In The Holy Light) (Shadow and Bone)

Back At Home You Feel So Far (Knives Out)

I Could Live By The Light In Your Eyes (Shadow and Bone)

A Symphony Played When You Told Me Your Name (Original Work)

Wanna Wake Up Where Your Love Is (Shadow and Bone)

You Gave My Heart A Home (Shadow and Bone)

If I'm Butter (Then She's A Hot Knife) (Shadow and Bone)

Sunshine In The Darkness (Shadow and Bone)

Darling, Don’t Be Afraid (I Have Loved You For A Thousand Years) (Shadow and Bone)

Don’t You Ever Tame Your Demons (Always Keep Them On A Leash) (Shadow and Bone)

Love Is The Answer (For Most Of The Questions In My Heart) (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

I Can See The Lights In The Distance (Trembling In The Dark Cloak Of Night) (Shadow and Bone)

I Just Might Have A Problem That You'll Understand (Shadow and Bone)

We're The Salvaged From The Fray (Shadow and Bone)

Even In The Dark I Saw You (Shadow and Bone)

Light Up The Dark In You (Shadow and Bone)

All I Know Is, Darling (I Was Made For Loving You) (The Mummy (1999))

Have I Told You Lately I'm Grateful You're Mine (What If…? (2021))

Dance With Me (What If…? (2021))

Come Back To Me (What If…? (2021))

When You Smile, I Fall Apart (And I Thought I Was So Smart) (Shadow and Bone)

Home Is Wherever You Are Tonight (Shadow and Bone)

You're All That I Want (We'll Be Okay) (Shadow and Bone)

No Notion Of Loving By Halves (Shadow and Bone)

All Of These Years (All Of This Time) (Shadow and Bone)

You've Got A Friend In Me (Doctor Who (2005))

The Spy (Jolene -- Dolly Parton (Song))

I Promise I'm Yours (Always and Forever) (Enola Holmes (Movies))

Afraid Of Heights (But You're My Parachute) (Shadow and Bone)

Favorite Fic? I’m going to cheat and pick two. I Wanna Testify (Scream In The Holy Light) which was a multichapter Winter Fete canon divergence fic that I started last year and then didn’t update for months because I got stuck on the plot, but I finished it this year and I’m really proud of it.

The other is No Notion of Loving By Halves which is a Darklina Regency marriage of convenience AU and while it’s not quite finished (I have three more chapters left!) I’m really happy with it and will be working on finishing it in the coming month or two. It’s also just my jam tropes wise so I love it a lot.

Hardest Fic? The most difficult was probably And With Your Love (I’ll Never Be Alone) which is a Darklina AU where Baghra uses merzost to wipe the memory of Alina from everyone’s minds to get her away from Aleksander. Mysteries and plot heavy fics aren’t my strong suit, so it took a lot of planning and brainstorming and adjusting. It ends happily, but it is very heavy and so I couldn’t work on it for long periods of time at once without putting myself into a funk. But I’m so happy to have finished it and love how it turned out.

Do you plan on taking prompts in 2023? I love prompts! But as always, no guarantee that any particular prompt will be filled.

What was the best thing about 2022? Writing wise, was definitely how much I got written and how much I’ve grown as a writer, even in the last few months. I don’t know if I’ll be able to write that much this upcoming year (and only working part time definitely helped with that), but I do want to keep improving and growing as a writer.

What was the worst thing about 2022? I had a lot of mental health struggles this year and while I am also growing and improving in that arena, there were a lot of lows this year. There was also a lot of time where I just didn’t have the energy to write, even when I wanted to, which was frustrating. (I also got Covid at the very end of April and the fatigue from that lasted a while)

Any last thoughts for 2022? I’m so happy for all the friends I’ve made in the Darklina fandom and all the amazing fanworks I’ve consumed this year alone.

Goals for 2022?

Comment more frequently

Finish as many fics on my WIPs/To Do list as possible

Continue to focus on improving my writing

#Jen writes #my fic #fic roundup #2022 fic roundup #Darklina #because probably 90/95% of what I wrote this year as Darklina

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whumpdoyoumean · 2 years

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Whumptober #12

xxx what could go wrong?

Mako’s agonized screams are still echoing in Tendo’s mind as he climbs back into the remnants of the plane. He’d had to apply a makeshift tourniquet to her mangled leg once they got her safely out of the wreckage, but she’s stable now. By some miracle her phone is working and she’d been able to call HQ. Apparently the pilot’s mayday had made it through and help was already on the way when she called which is good because they could really use it.

Dread settles deep in Tendo’s chest as he makes his way back onto the wreckage. He’s not even sure if Raleigh survived the crash, and if he had, well. They’re going to have a hell of a time getting him out of here. It’s unclear whether the lower half of his body is being crushed under the mess of aluminum and steel, but even if it’s not it’s going to be tricky. It’s like he’s at the center of a deadly game of Jenga; any wrong move could bring the whole thing crashing down around him…

One step at a time, Tendo reminds himself, shaking the grisly image from his mind.

It would be easier if the current step weren’t to see if Raleigh is alive. His fingers tremble as takes one of the man’s wrists in his hands and feels for a pulse. He almost laughs when he finds it, and one hand clutches at his rosary. The other hand reaches up to touch Raleigh’s face, mindful of the dark, sticky blood that covers half of it.

“Hey, Raleigh, you with me?”

Raleigh’s eyes move beneath the lids, and his lips part slightly.

“Raleigh! Raleigh, you there buddy? Hey, you with me?”

Raleigh lets out a groan, and his eyes flutter open. It doesn’t offer the reassurance Tendo had hoped for, however--his eyes are glazed, and one pupil is visibly larger than the other.

“Tendo?” he slurs, and Tendo can see his shoulders begin to tense.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” he says quickly. “Don’t move, don’t--don’t try and move. You’re, uh…you’re stuck pretty good. Wouldn’t want anything to shift. But help is coming, okay? Help is on the way!”

The corners of Raleigh’s mouth lift in a tired smile. “You’re always so worried.” The words all run together as he speaks. “Why’re you always so…” The smile drops from his face. “Where’s Mako?”

“She’s fine! Mako is fine, Raleigh, she’s safe. She’s on the phone right now letting everyone know what happened.”

Raleigh nods slightly. “What happened…” he breathes, and Tendo isn’t sure if it’s a question or not. He doesn’t want to answer, though.

“How are you feeling?” he asks instead.

“Not…not feelin’ much ‘f I’m honest.”

It’s a mercy, in a lot of ways. But it also means that he’s in bad shape. And him surviving so much just to die here, that would be nothing short of cruelty. Even in bad shape, though, Raleigh is observant enough to read Tendo’s expression.

“‘sat a bad thing?”

“No,” Tendo says, feigning a scoff. “You’re gonna be fine.”

Raleigh’s brow furrows slightly, mouth pulling down at the corners. And then he asks, "Where's Mako?"

Tendo's stomach turns. He knew Raleigh had a concussion, but he hadn’t known it was this bad.

"She's safe, buddy," he says, quietly so his voice doesn’t crack. He reaches forward to squeeze Raleigh’s hand, hoping that the gesture is more reassuring than his voice.

"Good," Raleigh mutters, his face relaxing a little. "Good...And Yancy?"

Tendo's breath catches in his throat. God what is he supposed to say to that? He forces his battered ribs to expand and he takes a deep breath. "Yeah. He's out there waiting for you too, so you've gotta hang on, okay? Hang on until we can get you out the hell out of here. It won’t be long, now.”

“That’s good, cus I’m…” Tears well up in his eyes and his chin wobbles. “‘m scared.” His voice cracks. “I want--I want Yance to be here, if, if I die I need him to--Yancy?”

“He went to get help,” Tendo says, hating himself for lying and knowing that telling the truth would make him hate himself more. He has to blink tears from his own eyes. “And you’re not dying. Do you hear me? You. Are not. Dying.”

The familiar sound of chopper blades pulls his attention upward, and Mako’s voice comes a second later: “I see them!”

“You hear that, Raleigh? They’re here! They’re…” He trails off as he looks back down. “Raleigh?”

The man’s head has tipped down to his chin, his eyes closed.

“No, no, no. Raleigh. Raleigh, come on! They’re coming, they’re right out there, you gotta…Fuck! Come on, man, you gotta hang on. I’ve lost you twice already, okay, and even though--even though you didn’t really die I remember how it felt when I thought that you had and I don’t want to feel like that forever. So you hang on, Raleigh! Hang on!”

The sound of the choppers has risen to a roar, and he can hear shouting.

“Here!” he yells. “In here!”

Uniformed people swarm onto the plane--an exfil team made up of soldiers and medics--and one of them takes him by the arm.

“What--what are you doing? I’m not leaving him!”

“We gotta check you out.”

“I’m fine!” The cry that rips from him as he tries to shrug the man off severely undermines the statement, however, and he realizes for the first time just how much pain he’s in.

“Come on.”

He lets himself be led away, looking over his shoulder as he does. “Get him out! You get him out of there!”

“We’re gonna do our very best, sir. Gonna step out of the plane now, it’s a bit of a drop but I gotcha.”

Mako is already on a gurney with an IV in one arm when Tendo gets out of the plane.

“Where is he?”

“They’re working on getting him out,” the soldier answers, and Tendo is glad that he didn’t have to.

This is the first time he’s really slowed down since waking up after the crash, and the exhaustion hits him all at once, slamming into him like a truck. He’s falling before he has a chance to realize what’s happening, and the soldier that brought him out of the plane is the only thing that keeps him from becoming a heap on the ground.

“Hey, we need a medic over here!”

He’s barely able to focus on the questions that barrage him. He’s too busy watching the wreckage, waiting and praying and praying and praying again.

xxx

Later, when he spends a week waiting with Mako to see if Raleigh will wake up, he’ll realize that hope can feel worse than despair. He’ll wonder if all of this worrying and caring and hurting (and broken ribs and bruised organs) are worth it. And, when Raleigh opens his eyes and immediately cracks a joke, he will decide that it is.

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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Demon Brothers Getting Possessive at the Club

… I can explain. Or, well, no I can't. But this exists now anyway so enjoy?

Warnings: Possessive Behavior, Yandere-ish, Violence

Intro: The MC and their favorite demon were just trying to have a fun night out at The Fall. The lights were going, the music was blaring, and the two of them were by the bar but there was a problem. Their demon noticed a sketchy creep who'd been eyeing their human all night long… and that simply won't do. So when their human left to use the bathroom…

It was time to take care of the problem.

Lucifer

Though Lucifer was usually less than into the club scene, the MC wanted a change of pace from their usual dates and he did so want to make them happy… At first, he thought he'd just be dealing with the loud noise and crowded atmosphere but then he noticed something else…

A demon had been following them through most of the night, always keeping his distance but staring at the MC far too much for his liking…

This put Lucifer in a bit of an odd position. He didn't exactly want to leave the club because the MC didn't look tired yet, but he also didn't like seeing that cretin following them around…

Yet, of course, it also rubbed his pride the wrong way to go tell him to stop directly. Lucifer would never admit to feeling bothered by some pitiful lesser demon… Never.

But by the time the MC left him to use the restroom, he was at his wit's end. He could see the man had taken a seat at the other end of the bar just to watch them and he was growing irritated… So he had to devise a new strategy.

It's unusual for demons to walk around in their true forms. It's not that it's frowned upon or anything, it's just that it's normally something reserved for big events… or for displays of dominance and control.

So when Lucifer slipped into his demon form in the middle of The Fall, it turned quite a few heads. Truthfully, there was only one head in particular that he wanted his way, and once he got it, he stared the guy down…

It was a taste of the lowlife's own medicine, but so much worse coming from him… The feel of Lucifer's bloody-onyx eyes and chillingly cold smile from across the bar could have made even the strongest men run for the hills…

Needless to say, the demon didn't last very long under the eldest brother's gaze. In fact, he wilted almost immediately before slinking away as quickly as he could…

A guy not even able to stomach the firstborn's stare? Truly a pathetic coward if Lucifer ever saw one.

He was totally back to normal by the time the MC returned and went back to dancing with them like nothing ever happened… Though his human couldn't help but notice the crowd kept their distance from them for the rest of the night...

Eh, Hell is just weird sometimes isn't it?

Mammon

Look, Mammon had been trying to have some fun the whole night and for the most part he'd been succeeding except for one thing…

He could sense that asshole still hadn't left them alone. He'd just hover near him and his MC like a hellhound stalking prey… It was annoying. It was creepy…

And it was reeeaaallly getting on his nerves.

When the MC left for the restroom, he was leaning back against the bar scanning the room for their abhorrent admirer while using the tint of his sunglasses to hide his eyes.

It didn't take him long to see the gross fuck sitting alone at a table. Who knew what he was planning... following them home? Taking candid shots of MC? Either way, he wanted to sock him in the jaw…

But, of course, Mammon knew he had to play it just a little smoother than that to stay in the club.

Mammon sauntered over to the man's table and invited himself to sit, kicking his feet up to look casual but knocking his boots against the surface so roughly it made the guy jump... Pathetic.

"Oi, so I've seen ya lookin at my human… Real work of art, eh?" He flashed the guy a fanged grin and watched him sweat for a second before cutting off any answer.

"-'course they are. Don't need to tell me. But I gotta say, you're really ticking me off, bud… We're just tryin to enjoy ourselves but I keep seeing your ugly mug wherever we're at."

He pulled his legs back from the table and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a deck of playing cards.

"Tell ya what, I'm feelin oddly generous so let's play a game. You and me. If ya win, I'll let ya have a night with'em…" He fought the urge to punch the guy when he saw his eyes light up, "but if I win…"

Mammon put the deck on the table then leaned in real close, "I'll flay your skin off and gild ya skeleton in the 4th circle myself… Gold skulls are selling like hotcakes right now." He put every bit of malice he could into the threat, even barring his increasingly sharpening fangs.

The guy must of had a good head on him because he paled immediately before getting up and running from the table. If there's one thing everybody knows about Mammon, it's never play cards with him if he can make even a single Grimm… Chances are, you're gonna lose.

When the MC came back, Mammon flagged them down to their new table and pulled them onto his lap for a little chat before getting more drinks. They're his human. His.

Leviathan

Of course Levi noticed this creep the second that they walked in. He's Envy. He had been hyper-vigilant of all the attention the MC had been receiving since their first step inside. But this guy was… persistent.

He'd been tailing them all night, always finding spots with good vantage points, which of course was sketch as hell but...

Honestly? Levi just didn't like him looking at them. Not at all. In fact, he'd hazard to say he truly hated this complete stranger for how much real estate his eyes were taking up of his precious MC… What gave him the right??

By the time the MC had to use the restroom, he was sitting at the bar seriously contemplating whether or not to just carry them home… He didn't like night clubs anyway, but they seemed to be having fun and they always looked so cute while dancing…

No. He couldn't just take them home. But once they left, he had a much better idea.

It was easy for Levi to slip away from the bar. The asshole was leaned back against a nearby wall and pretty much pulled his phone out the second the MC was out of sight. From there, Levi only had to do what he did best, blend into the background, until he was right next to the guy...

He didn't say anything. He didn't give him any warning or threat. No, no he was far too ticked to be that charitable…

The only indication the man got of how royally he fucked up was the searing pain of Levi's fangs digging into his shoulder, the thirdborn's gloved hand muffling his screams until the venom took hold of his prey.

The last thing that man ever saw, propped up and paralyzed against the wall, was the MC coming back to their docile otaku, who now pulled them into his arms… still shooting the occasional smirk in his victim's direction.

And the last thing he ever heard was the same word his killer whispered to him after his throat became too tight to scream… "Mine."

Satan

This always seemed to happen whenever he took the MC places… They could be walking together in the park and he'd still see lesser demon eyes following them around...

Frankly, it did piss him off to a degree. He knew they never asked to be stared at like a piece of meat, but if he'd go on a rampage every time it happened then they'd never have a quiet date again. So he learned to put up with it… to an extent.

The demon that had been following them that night was really testing his notoriously short patience...

He had tried several tactics to shake the guy as they were dancing but he'd always come right back. He even got more handsy than normal to show, "Hey, this one is mine!" but that had gotten him equally dismal results… It was bordering the line of disrespect now.

He did his best to keep up a friendly face while the MC was with him, but they must have noticed he'd gotten tense. They told him to try and relax a bit before they left for the bathroom…

Oh, he was going to relax alright.

The second they were out of sight, Satan's smile broke into a glare he leveled right at the offending scumbag's table. Of course, seeing the MC had left put the guy's attention elsewhere, but that was his funeral.

Satan knew his time was limited, so he skipped the pleasantries and marched right over to him, slamming his foot down onto the edge of the table with such force it threatened to tip it over then grabbed him by the neck.

"Back. OFF."

It really didn't take much, his reputation preceded him. He felt the guy's pulse skyrocket between his fingers before he let him go.

It was hard not to get a little satisfaction when watching the worthless creep scramble away from him like his life depended on it (as it very much did). He almost considered giving chase just to amp up the fun, but the MC returned sooner than he expected…

A pair of arms around his waist and lips against his cheek were enough to evaporate his anger right then… but it didn't settle his sudden need to mark them in the slightest.

Ultimately, the real question was whether he could wait until they got home to show the world that they were his or if they needed to find somewhere… quieter. No promises, MC.

Asmodeus

Asmo had dealt with his fair share of admirers, the stalking kind included. Fortunately, dealing with them had always been relatively easy for him (he is a ruler of Hell after all) but one targeting his beloved human…? That was far less acceptable in his eyes.

He caught sight of the beady eyes of the creep while he was dancing with the MC. At first, he thought the guy was looking at him (who wouldn't?) but then he followed his eyeline right to his lovely human companion…

Though he couldn't exactly blame him for staring, he and MC made a fantastic looking pair, he definitely couldn't sit idly by either. People like this are usually bad news and he refused to let any harm come to his MC…!

He was as tactful as ever, though. He liked The Fall and would rather not be banned from returning… He waited patiently for the MC to go to the bathroom before making his way over to the creep, his perfect smile still sitting on his face.

"Excuse me, cutie." He waited for the stalker's eyes to leave his phone and settle on Asmo's own. "Ah, there you are! Good. I had a question for you, I think… oh no, I must have forgotten it! Silly me."

Though he could see the demon was growing annoyed, Asmo stalled for just a few moments longer… just long enough for his bewitching charm to set into his victim's mind.

"Ah! Now I remember. Do you like dogs?" He smiled in satisfaction to see the creeper's head nod slowly. "Oh good! Because I know a very hungry dog right now… Cerberus is his name and I don't think he's had a meal today. Would you be a doll and go feed him for me? He lives in the cave behind the House of Lamentation. You can't miss him."

The demon's head nodded slowly yet again as he rose from his chair and walked out of the club quietly. Quick, painless, and with no messy cleanup!

Well… none that Cerberus wouldn't clean up for him anyway. Asmo returned to the bar with a newly giddy grin on his face... His MC wouldn't be seeing that man ever again~!

Beelzebub

Beel is very patient. Beel is very kind. Beel is very forgiving. Beel is… really not about this right now...

Unlike his brothers, Beel's easygoing nature made him less quick to pick up on the lingering glances that the MC gets from others. Even when he does notice, he can usually let it slide if looking is all they do (he's the only one who can touch after all).

But even he couldn't miss how wolfishly that demon was staring at them… It made him uncomfortable and the guy just refused to leave them alone…

By the time the MC left Beel at the bar to use the restroom, he was on a level of irritated usually only reserved for when someone denied him food… It was like that jerk had taken a cheese grater to his patience and it was wearing thin…

As much as he knew he could deck him, he didn't want to get them kicked out… The MC was having such a good time, despite the creep's ogling, so he used a different approach…

Being so high up in Hell had its perks and one was that anywhere in town that offered food also had a secret menu… A Beelzebub Only menu (as a precaution so that he wouldn't wreck the place whenever he stopped by). Anything on his menu always had huge portions and The Fall was no exception.

The bartender didn't seem too surprised when he ordered a Drakon Leg, but he was very surprised when he asked to get the full bone too… Not with the meat on it. Just the bone.

Fun Fact: the bones of Drakons are supremely thick and strong enough to be used as clubs.

Even More Fun Fact: it takes an incredible amount of force to snap these bones…

...which Beel did without breaking a sweat… and maintaining eye contact with the creep The. Entire. Time. The sound of the bone snapping in two was almost as deafening as a gunshot and he didn't even flinch.

The demon went running out of the club with his tail between his legs and quickly got swapped out for the MC running back, worried about what made such a loud noise…

Of course, by that time Beel had the bone thrown away and was chowing down on the meat like nothing ever happened so they dropped the subject soon enough...

He may not be as open about when he claims someone as the rest of his family but that's because when push comes to shove, who in their right mind would want to challenge Beel anyway...?

Belphegor

Nope. Nope. Nope nope nope, he's not having this. Not one bit.

Belphie lacks a lot of the good-natured patience of his twin... Chances are if there's something happening and he's not stopping it, it's just because putting up with it is the path of least resistance…

But there are always exceptions and those are usually reserved for the MC.

Strangers trying to get close or even imagining themselves being with MC really makes his blood boil… He knew them the most. He loved them the most. On just what grounds did some random moron think he could take his place?? Wishful thinking? Keep dreaming, buddy.

So, of course, he wasn't happy when he noticed some asshole staring at the MC like Beel does when he sees a havoc roast...

He kept his poker face up while he was with the MC, but he was devising a plan to take care of him the entire time… One he finally got the chance to enact once the MC went to the bathroom.

He's even better at going unnoticed than Levi, so sneaking his way over to the asshole was a piece of cake. He didn't notice until Belphie casually draped his arm around the guy's neck, hanging his clawed hand dangerously close to the scumbag's heart...

"Having a good time…?"

He could feel a shallow swallow against his arm as he began to slowly apply pressure to his trachea.

"I bet you were… and I was too until I saw you following us… Care to explain yourself?"

"I-I uh-Gah!"

The guy's voice gets cut off by Belphie's arm getting even tighter, the sharp tips of his claws drumming directly over the man's thundering heart.

"Ugh, that's what you actually sound like? Never mind, it's not worth knowing…" His fingers stopped drumming and slowly began to dig into his skin...

"I'm only going to say this once… If I ever see you tailing my human again, you won't be needing this-" his claws drilled a little deeper into his chest, "-anymore. Am I clear?"

The demon's head nodded as much as his strangled throat would allow and Belphie finally retracted his claws, wiping the blood off on the guy's shirt before letting him go. He fell forward onto all fours before attempting to scramble away as fast as he could...

Belphie watched him go with disinterest on his face, but satisfaction in his heart. Yet another threat to his human dealt with… And they could go back to enjoying their evening together. Alone. Just where his human belonged...

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 3 years

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Mobster!Steve Rogers x reader Part 2

<Part 1<

Warnings: 18+ readers only, oral f-receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, spanking, public sex? People listening, violence

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You couldn't remember the last time you were excited for a 'date' or felt completely comfortable whilst on one.

Steve was true to his word, and the entire night he treated you like you were a Queen. He called you beautiful, kissed your hand, kept his arm secure around your waist as the two of you walked into the restaurant. Maybe you were a little paranoid, thinking Brock was going to show up and ruin it for you but you were sure you could feel everyone's eyes on you the moment you walked into the packed restaurant. It almost felt like everyone went quiet until the pair of you were sat down. It did strike you as odd when Steve walked you out of your apartment building to his car and both Bucky and Sam were waiting for you.

"I had a great time tonight, Steve, thank you." You smiled up at him shyly as the two of you sat in the back of his car.

Steve had his arm around you, his fingers stroking your bare shoulder as his other hand held yours, lightly stroking his thumb over your knuckles, every now and then he'd lightly kiss them. You felt yourself blushing more and more, enjoying the strange feeling that swam in your stomach.

"Me too." Steve smiled softly at you as he leaned his head back as the car came to a stop outside your building. "Can I see you again, doll?"

You were a little hesitant, after everything with Brock, you were scared to go through all that again, but something about Steve made you feel safer than you'd ever felt.

"I'd-" Your eyes widened with fear as you glanced out the window over Steve's shoulder. "Oh, no... No, no." You gulped.

Steve frowned as he looked out the window himself. He let out an audible growl, spotting Brock standing on the other side of the street. "Sam, Bucky, I want to have a chat with Mr Rumlow. Now." He ordered. He turned back to face you, "Stay here, doll." He offered you a reassuring smile before he opened the door and got out.

You slid over to the door Steve had just shut and rolled the window down enough so you could hear. You couldn't hear everything that was being said, but you could tell Brock was pissed.

He shook his head and looked round Steve's bulking frame towards the car. "Seriously, Y/N? Do you know who he is?" Bucky grabbed him by the shoulder as he tried to move closer. "You thought our relationship was bad. Oh, baby... You've no idea what's in store for you now... Now, now you're a mobsters whore." He spat at you.

You let out a startled gasp as Steve punched him square in the face. You felt a mixture of emotions swimming in your gut as you watched the encounter. Was what Brock said true? Is that why Steve punched him? Why did it turn you on so much?

"Doll?" You blinked and looked up at Steve as he stood in front of you. You'd been inside your own head so much, you hadn't noticed Steve come back to the car and open the door. He offered you a soft smile as he held his hand out for you. Your eyes flicked down to his knuckles, you could see where he'd punched Brock and it made your stomach flutter, "Let's get you inside,sweetheart."

You nodded and took his hand, unable to form any words.

Neither of you spoke as you made your way up to your apartment, you weren't sure what to say to him, but you didn't move out of his hold either.

"You're not running." Steve spoke softly as you came to a stop outside your apartment door.

You shook your head. You closed your eyes and drew in a deep breath. "This is insane..." You let out a dry chuckle, "I barely know you, I should be running away..."

Steve's brow furrowed as he pinched your chin between his finger and thumb and lifted your face. "I meant what I said, doll. I'll treat you like the Queen you are. I would never, hurt ya' like he did. Just let me take care of you." Steve sighed, "I understand though, and if you tell me to leave, I will. I'll never bother you again."

"I should be running, but I'm not." You looked up at him, "I don't care that you're, a crime lord, or whatever it is you are." You smiled and turned to unlock your door. "All I know is, whether this is a fleeting romance, or long term, I've never felt safer. And I've never felt more certain about what I want."

Steve gave you a playful smirk, "I'm not a crime lord, doll." He winked at you making you roll your eyes at him and smile. Steve stepped closer to you as you pushed your door open. He reached out and grabbed your hand, turning you so you were facing him. "What do you want, doll? Tell me." He reached up and gently held your face in his large hands. He leaned in, almost brushing lips against yours but holding back, teasing you, wanting to hear you say you wanted it.

"I want you."

The moment those words left your lips, Steve leaned in and pressed his against yours. You let out a soft moan, allowing Steve to slip his tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss.

The kiss ended all too soon when Steve's cell began ringing.

Steve pulled back with a heavy exhale. He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled it out. "Not the best time, Buck."

You rolled your eyes playfully and turned around, walking off into your apartment, leaving Steve to his phone call. You kicked your shoes off and your coat closely following before walking into your bedroom to put them away. You frowned to yourself and moved over to the window and peered through the closed blinds, out onto the street, letting out a relieved sigh when you couldn't see Brock.

"He won't be back, doll." Steve spoke from behind you, lightly pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he slipped his hands over your waist.

"I wish I could believe you." You admitted.

Steve kissed your shoulder again, slowly moving his lips up the side of your neck. You closed your eyes letting out a soft moan as you moved your head to the side. "Forget about him. Just focus on me, sweetheart." He slowly traced the curves of your body with his fingers. "I'm going nowhere."

You moaned again. "Please." You begged softly.

Steve reached up and unzipped the back of your dress before slipping the straps off your shoulders. The material fell to your feet, leaving you in just your lacey bra and matching panties. "Let me see you, baby girl." Steve whispered.

You closed your eyes and slowly began to turn, holding your breath as you did. You suddenly felt nervous. It had been a while since anyone had seen you like this.

"Open your eyes for me, doll." He asked, smiling softly at you as you did as he asked. He pinched your chin softly and raised your head so you were looking at him, "You're more beautiful than I imagined." He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.

You felt his hands move to where your bra was fastened and with expert fingers Steve had it off and dropping to floor to join your dress. A shiver ran down your spine as he teased his fingertips across your skin as he pulled back from you. You gulped as you u watched his eyes slowly take you in.

"How can anyone treat you so badly. You're perfect." He whispered and lightly pinched your left nipple making your breath catch in your throat.

Steve leaned forwards and ran his tongue over your other nipple then lightly sucked it into his mouth. Your eyes fell shut and your head fell back as he lightly toyed with you. He moved his lips over the curve of your breast as he got to his knees before you.

"Ste-eve?"

"Shh, doll, just enjoy it. I'm not gonna hurt ya'." He sent you a playful wink before he continued to kiss across your body. He was going to worship your body until you told him to stop.

As he kissed across your hips, he pulled down your panties and dropped them top floor. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip before he practically dived in.

"Fuck!" You jumped, a high pitch noise leaving your lips as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

You've had guys eat you out before, before whilst you were stood up was new. And Steve was already far better than anyone you've ever had before.

You let out a startled gasp as he lifted your left leg and placed it over his shoulder, making space for him so he could get closer (if possible) to his meals. You were fucking delicious. As your leg laid over his shoulder, you will became fully aware of how naked you were compared to Steve, who was still fully clothed, except for his suit jacket and tie that he'd discarded. Something about it all made you wetter, made it almost sinful.

"Oh, Steve, I-" You let out a breathy moan as you felt your orgasm come out of nowhere.

Steve stared up at you with lust blown eyes as he worked you through your high. His hands holding firmly on hips as your body quivered. He eventually pulled back with a smirk, "How ya' feelin', baby girl?"

You could get used to the different pet names Steve called you, they made you giddy and eager to please. God, maybe you were a whore... Ah well. "Fucking great." You grinned down at him with a small giggle.

Steve licked his bottom lip as he stood up. "Good." He smiled, "We can stop here if you-"

"Don't you dare!" You sent him a glare before reaching out and began to unbutton his shirt. "I'd hate to have to get my vibrator out, 'cause you're not up to it." You looked up at him through your eyelashes and smirked.

Steve grabbed a hold of your wrists and growled. "I was, going to take it easy on ya', but since you're such a little minx." He growled, "Get on the bed." He ordered.

A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice, deep and rough. You quickly slipped out of his hold and skipped over to your bed, excitement bubbling in your stomach. Steve ran his eyes over your body as you crawled over the mattress and settled in the middle. You were beautiful.

"Touch yourself," He ordered again, slowly unfastening the rest of his shirt.

You gulped and nodded. You spread your legs wide so Steve could see as you slipped your fingers over your pussy. You let out a soft sigh as you gathered the slick and began to slowly tease yourself.

Steve licked his lips as he watched your fingers disappear inside of your pussy. Your taste still lingered on his tongue and he was still hungry for more. He could spend all night watching you touch yourself, you looked and sounded so beautiful, but that could wait for another night. Right now he needed to be inside of you. He needed to be the one to make you cry out in pleasure and begging for more. He wanted to erase all memories of Brock Rumlow and all the pain he caused you. As your soft moans filled the room, Steve dropped the last of his clothing to the floor.

"Stop." Steve commanded. Your eyes opened as you stopped your movements, your breath almost catching in your throat as you stared up at Steve. "You look so beautiful baby girl," Steve knelt on the bottom of the bed. "But I think m'gonna have to stretch you myself, hmm?" He crawled up the bed until he was once again face to face with your dripping pussy.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure the moment Steve slipped his much larger finger inside of you. His lips pressed against your already shaking thigh as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you.

"Fuck," Steve moaned, "Your gonna squeeze my cock so fucking good, aren't ya' doll?"

You hummed, "... Yes,"

Steve lightly but your inner thigh s he pushed a second finger inside of you, your moans like music to his ears. He ran his tongue over the mark lightly before moving to lick at your swollen bud, making you squeal loudly. His fingers pressed against that spungy spot inside of you as he wrapped his lips around your clit and added a third finger.

"FUUUUCK!" Your mouth hung open as you screamed out, your orgasm knocking the wind out of you. Your legs finally gave out and dropped flat on the bed.

Steve pulled back from you licking his lips and smirking as he watched your body twitch with the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Still want me to continue?"

You nodded, "God yes." You giggled and pushed yourself up on to your elbows. A hungry, lust blown look filled your eyes as you looked down to his hard cock that stood proudly between his thighs. You licked your bottom lip as you reached out and wrapped your hand around him.

Steve's eyes fell shut and a breathy moan left his lips. You slowly began to stroke him, "Fahk. That feels good doll, but I can't wait any longer. I need to be inside you." He reached dup and grabbed a hold of your face before crashing his lips against yours.

You fell backwards as you shared a sloppy kiss, moaning into Steve's mouth as his cock pressed against your thigh.

Steve pulled back enough to rest his forehead against yours, "Ready?"

You nodded giving him another kiss and hiked your leg over his left hip. "Yes."

Steve sent you a wink before kissing you again. As he did, he lined himself up at your wet core and slowly pushed the head of his cock in.

You immediately felt a slight burn from the stretch, he was certainly bigger than you've ever had. But soon the pain faded and was replaced by pleasure, that had your toes curling. "Oh, Steve," You gasped, wrapping your arms around him.

Steve stopped half way and pulled back, looking at you concerned. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, "Yeah, just... Fuck, you're big." You let out a breathy giggle, "Keep going, please." You begged.

Steve nodded, pecking your lips before pushing further into you. As he slipped his cock all the way in, he placed kisses down your throat and along your bare shoulder, whispering praises in your ear.

Your nails scraped down Steve's back as he began a steady pace. His thick cock repeatedly stretching you open as his cock slipped against your soft walls.

"Feel good, doll?" Steve asked as he felt you clench around his cock.

"Yes." You moaned quietly.

"Louder!" Steve growled hitting deeper.

"Yes!" You cried out as Steve put pressure on your clit and began rubbing circles. "Fuck, Steve!" You moaned even louder.

Steve groaned as you squeezed his cock. "That's it, baby girl, cum for me." He ordered, feeling your pussy flutter and squeeze around his cock. Your eyes rolled back as you held onto to Steve, your third orgasm even more intense than the last.

Steve pushed himself up and abruptly pulled out of you causing you to let out a frustrated moan. "Up. Hands and knees. Now." He ordered, his commanding tone sending shivers down your spine.

You bit back your excitement as you slowly rolled over onto your front, still a bit dazed from your orgasm. Before you had chance to push yourself up, Steve was grabbing a hold of your hips and yanking you backwards, causing the giggle you tried to hide to break. Something about Steve manhandling you excited you, and it took you by surprise. He wasn't cruel like Brock used to be with you, but he was caring in the way he was.

You let out a sound that was somewhere in between a scream and a whine as Steve pushed his cock backside you.

"You like me being rough, don't you? You're fucking soaking. Your cunt is practically sucking me." He grunted. "You love it, don't you? Don't you!" He snarled.

"Yes." You panted.

"Say it!"

"I love it." You moaned loudly.

"Who's fuckin' you this good?" Steve demanded, delivering a harsh slap to your backside.

You let out a surprised squeal jolting forwards. "You are, Steve!"

"That's right. Me!" Steve reached round and pinched your clit, harshly rolling and pulling at it as he hit deep inside of you, causing you to scream, coming again. "FAAAAHK!" Steve snarled like a beast. His head thrown back as he came.

The pair of you collapsed in a heap, your breathing heavy as you laid there in post-orgasmic bliss. Slowly, as Steve gently stroked his fingers up and down your bare back as you laid with head on his chest, your breathing evened out. A smiled tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked down at your sleeping face. He always got what he wanted.

Steve reached over to the bedside table and grabbed his cell that he placed there earlier, and put it to his ear. "Buck? Did he hear?" He asked.

"He did. He ain't too happy 'bout it, boss." Bucky chuckled. "Now what?"

"Put him on." Steve glanced down at you as you shifted your head but stayed asleep.

"He won't be able to answer, boss. That a problem?"

"No." Steve smirked, lightly brushing his fingers over your shoulder.

"Got it."

There was a brief moment of silence and shuffling until the sound off muffled garbled filled the line.

"Enjoy the show, Mr Rumlow," Steve chuckled darkly. "Doesn't matter, if you did or not, becasue Y/N did. Fuck, did she cum hard. Around my tongue, around my fingers... Twice, around my cock as I fucked her. Not you. Never you again, ya' hear? She's mine now, Mr Rumlow. Mine." Steve sighed heavily as there was more muffled garble from Brock.

"Well, he certainly ain't happy now." Bucky chuckled. "Now what?"

"Kill him." Steve hung up, putting his cell back on the bedside table. He looked down at you and gave you a soft kiss on top of your head. "Doll?" He lightly shook you until you began to stir. "C'mon, let's get ya' cleaned up."

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yamagucji · 3 years

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Reacting to their s/o breaking down

ft. atsumu, oikawa, aone, and sakusa

warnings. little angst, lots of crying but lots of fluff

ATSUMU

when he saw you sprinting to your bedroom as soon as you came home, he was enraged to say the least

because those are definitely tears on your eyes, and atsumu’s now wondering as to who might’ve hurt you

he straight up panicks at first, because he doesn’t know if it’s a good time to approach you or not. so he does what he’s done to comfort his brother before— by giving you company outside your door

“angel?” he knocked lightly, sliding down to the floor and leaning his head against the door. he can hear your muffled sobs, it hurts. he wishes it were him instead of you

“if ya wanna talk just let me know, but... if not, i’ll be here waiting for you.”

so atsumu waits. he waits for as long as you need; 30 minutes, 1 hours, to a couple hours. it doesn’t matter, because when you open the door he’ll be there

after calming down a bit, you called out to him under your bedroom sheets. “tsumu...?”

he replies, almost instantly. “yeah? what do you need?”

“...you.”

and just like that he barges into your room, nearly jumping into bed and engulfing you in his arms

“feelin’ better?” he mumbled against you, rubbing the back of your head with his palm

atsumu will do his best not to barge you with his questions, waiting for you to open up at your own pace

now this man will literally turn into a whole COMEDIAN trying to make you feel better afterwards

yes put a red plush on his nose and call him clown atsumu <3

would also offer to take you to a convenience store

“ice cream? chips? what else d’you want babe?” atsumu peeked from the aisle over, his arms already loaded with goods

it’s 2 in the morning but atsumu doesn’t give a F!CK especially after seeing you so distraught a while ago. he’ll do anything to make you feel better quickly

OIKAWA

you never meant to break down over such a small accident, but you slipping on the floor along with your plate of food had made you tip over

out of such a terrible week, even your food couldn’t be spared

oikawa had watched you from the couch and was about to break into laughter (whole heartedly) if it wasn’t for the sight of you bringing your knees against your chest and sobbing

“love?” oikawa rushed over to you. “hey it’s alright, i can prepare you another plate of food” he cooed, feeling guilty of what had happened

he saves the cleaning for later, leaving the spilled food on the floor

“ah, come on look at me,” he pulled your head out of your knees, realizing now that your cause of breakdown wasn’t just because of the food

oikawa knows just how it feels to have a bad day, and on top of that, to eventually tip over because of all the heavy weight. so he makes you talk it out with him

tears, hiccups and probably snot running down your nose— oikawa will listen to every word you muster to say to him

“is that why? why didn’t you tell me earlier?” he wipes a tear off your face, his gentle voice cradling you

“b- because,” you hiccuped, “i didnt want to bother you with my problems” :(

he’ll wipe every tear off your face, giving you a few headpats and soft kisses on your forehead

“you’ll never bother me,” he mumbled against you. “next time, don’t be afraid to tell me what’s wrong okay?”

he sits with you for a little while longer, letting you pour everything you’ve bottled up out of you. and once you’ve finally calmed down does he start cleaning up

of course, all you need to do is get comfortable on the dining chair while he does the rest of the work

oikawa will put on the silly apron that you got him with pride, making sure to show it off and ease up your mood

“ha! don’t i look good?”

you huffed out a laugh, finally letting out your first smile of the night

whatever it is you want to eat, he’ll cook it for you <3

even though he’s already eaten just a couple hours ago, oikawa will also make a plate for himself so you don’t have to eat alone

AONE

you’ve been trying to get through your school work for hours now, but it’s just too difficult

“one more,” you told aone, bouncing to another question on your paper only to find that it’s even more difficult to answer than the rest

he sat quietly beside you; finally giving you space after asking if he could help you a few times before

you see... you definitely needed his help and although you’re sure aone was doing pretty well in this subject, you didn’t want to bother him nor show him that you were struggling :(

but before you knew it, tears were pooling down your face and onto your workbook

“hey,” aone mumbled, immediately soothing gentle motions over your back. “let’s take a break.” you know there’s no point in arguing— not with the way he’s closing up your materials

but you do, anyway. “but i- i have to finish this,” you huffed out defeatedly

seeing aone’s concerned expression makes you cry out more, and it doesn’t help when he starts to pull your face closer to his, wiping away at your cheeks

“hm, we’ll do it together, okay love? i am positive you’ll be able to get through this,”

“but right now,” he takes your hand, coaxing you over to his bed. “i think it’s time for a break”

the two of you will lay together on his bed, with your head on aone’s chest and his palms running over your back

it’s more of a quiet moment— save for your muffled sobbing

though once in a while aone will put his lips close to your ear and whisper words of affirmations to you

“im proud of you today. you should be, too,”

“i can see that you work really hard on your studies... but it’s okay to take a break sometimes”

he pulls your head slightly away from his chest, slipping a kiss to your forehead. “taking a break just means you’ll become even more stronger,”

and you know just how much those words weigh, especially coming from aone

aone won’t mind if you fall asleep. he’ll actually be more than grateful— to finally see you at peace

so the next time you get through with your work, he’ll be there with you <3

(he’ll even offer to have you sit on his lap as the two of you do work but only if you’re comfy)

SAKUSA

sakusa’s a very careful person, but his words can be jarring at times

you know that as his s/o, he never has an intent to hurt you. but this time... he’d struck a nerve without meaning to

“i just don’t see why it’s such a serious matter to you,” he replied, staring straight ahead on the pathway ahead of him

the two of you were talking about something from your past— something that continues to bother you

you took his words as: why are you so sensitive about it?

when sakusa had actually meant: there’s no need to be so worried

it had felt as if sakusa didn’t care about your situation, so you left the conversation there and sulked in silence for the rest of your walk home

he certainly noticed

just as he was unlocking the entrance door with his keys, sakusa had mumbled in frustration. “what’s going on with you today...”

and that was the last straw

you turned to him with frustration, too, the build-up tears finally escaping your eyes

“what do you mean-” you hiccuped, “what do you mean what’s going on with me today? i tried to tell you but it seemed like...”

sakusa lets go of the keys, the entrance door still closed. “like what?” he dared to whisper

“like you didn’t care, omi...”

he paused for a moment, watching as you looked down from him; hiding your face and your feelings

sakusa doesn’t know what overcame him— it’s not like him to act on instinct but he did just now

he brings you to his arms, taking off his mask in the process and leaning his cheek beside your head

“i dont,” he says cautiously this time. “i don’t know what made you think that, but i can assure you that i care about you,”

“the most,” sakusa added

he was hugging you a bit tighter than usual, his chest beathing in a frenzy against your ears

sakusa will clarify to you what he had said earlier, making sure to voice out his true intentions and feelings

and yes, you’re sobbing in his arms outside the house but he doesn’t give any care to that at all

sakusa presses a kiss on top of your head, gently pulling you off of him after your sobbing had calmed down

“let’s come in,” his fingers intertwines with yours, finally pulling you inside

ah, but you remembered something. “oh, sorry... i took a lot of time out of our chores today”

sakusa turns back to you, scruffling your head

“don’t worry about it. i’m taking care of you today.”

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purge-that-urge-rhackathon · 2 years

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I wish I was better at titles but i got nothin :D This was an excuse for some smutty jackothy PWP with feels :D Can you feel it mister krabs?

Also found on my ao3 here :) My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.

Jack’s head turned sharply towards the door of his office as it opened to let his double in. He grinned and took his feet down from the top of his desk to sit forward with a grin on his face.

“Timtams! There’s my favorite double! About friggin’ time, too. You know how long I’ve been waiting?”

“I just got off the shuttle, Jack,” Tim said with annoyance as he strode into his boss’ main office on Helios. It was nicer to be here than getting shot at on the moon, of course, but Tim wasn’t a fan of unnecessary shuttle rides on his day off. He still had a job to complete on Elpis. “I came straight here. On my day off, by the way. What couldn’t wait until the day after tomorrow?”

Jack smirked as Tim came to stand before his desk, hands on his hips and wearing a pout of the older man’s face. The CEO jumped up from his chair to come around his desk and sling an arm around Tim’s shoulders. “What, Elpis disagreeing with you, kiddo? I thought you said you liked the moon.”

Tim’s interest in Jack’s arm around him was outweighed by his annoyance of having come in on his rest day. “I said I liked it more than going down to Pandora,” Tim complained. It only earned him a shrug of Jack’s shoulder as the CEO walked him to his big yellow chair. “And anyways, the part about it being my day off was the important bit.”

Jack gave Tim’s shoulder a squeeze with the big hand that cupped it. “Oh, well, same diff, right gorgeous? Anyways, trust me, this is a big emergency. Huge. Have a seat in the king’s throne, babe. I’ll catch ya up to speed.”

Tim gave the yellow monstrosity of an office chair a look, then threw one Jack’s way before willingly sitting down.

Tim knew about the dopamine injectors in Jack’s big fancy chair, and all the other fun buttons and massage functions and temperature control right under the arm rest. It had made sitting through boring-ass meetings with tax lawyers or whatever clerical work that Jack didn’t want to sit through almost pleasurable.

The meetings were still important to the running of Helios, even if it bored Jack, so Tim took a small amount of pride in overseeing those. The lumbar-massage even made it worth it sometimes. It was a nice little tricked-out chair, Tim had to admit.

None of that would save Jack though if he’d made Tim use his day off for some bullshit reason. He still had meetings and places to be that he couldn’t simply take a different day later. Not to mention, he hadn’t had a proper day off that he didn’t spend recovering from being chased by aggressive wildlife in a long time. He wanted to spend it curled up in the room he’d rented with a book and watch cat videos.

So if he’d been called away from that, Jack had better have a damn good reason for it.

Of course, Jack— being Jack- had called Tim for very bullshit reasons indeed.

The CEO leaned back to perch on the edge of his own desk, facing Tim and smirking with his arms crossed casually over his chest. “Here’s the thing, handsome. Remember that contest we had a while ago? The one where we’d let the winner choose between a pile of cash or a one-on-one with me?” Tim’s expression soured while Jack’s grin only grew. “Yeah, well, of course the winner wanted to have the one-on-one with yours truly, but personally? I’m not feelin’ it.”

“...you called me in on my day off because you didn’t want to meet a fan?” Tim said with outrage that only made Jack smirk.

Tim’s outrage with Jack’s face was just cute in the CEO’s opinion. Nothing like what Jack actually looked when outraged.

“You’re always telling me I have to work on my image, right? Well, color me embarrassed, kiddo, but I know I won’t do you any favors if I have to meet with this creepo.” Implying, of course, that any PR mess Jack might make, Tim would be the one cleaning it up; making public appearances or opening another orphanage for feral bandit children or something. Jack tilted his head. “It was your gorgeous face we used on the promo material, remember?”

Yeah, he remembered. For the contest Tim thought was ridiculous anyways. Handsome Jack was not an everyman of the people, no matter how much he tried to cultivate that image. Jack liked his power and his money way too much to do the dirty work of maintaining an image the public would want to consume. Jack was much more of an “eat a dick and get out of my office, peon,” kind of guy.

Tim’s expression soured further. He frowned at Jack as a thought occurred to him.

“...Wait… This was the unlimited-entry contest, right? As long as they were hand-written entries? ...The one I told you that was going to cause problems?”

“A-yup!” Jack popped the ‘P’ with good humor while Tim rolled his eyes and a look of agitation took his face. “And you’ll never guess who won...”

Tim gave Jack a long look, and as the smile on Jack’s face morphed into a shit-eating grin, Tim groaned. “...if this is that Nakayama weirdo who wanted a skin sample at the last lab dedication…”

“The one and only,” Jack said archly, gesturing casually. “Aaaand he’s already been reprimanded for that, so I think his behavior will probably be better-”

“No. No, Jack, I’m not doing it,” Tim refused, moving to get out of the chair and back to a nausea-inducing shuttle to Elpis. “You have a lot of creepy fans, but that guy’s the worst.”

Jack put a foot up on the chair, denying Tim’s escape attempt, and locked the double in on the other side with his other foot for good measure. Tim met his eyes and raised a brow in annoyance, but aborted the attempt to get up. He crossed his arms over his chest instead, and Jack leaned forward with a sort of cajoling tone, trying to charm the pants off the other man so he’d agree to this.

“How about this, pumpkin? I’ll sweeten the deal: do this for me, and I’ll give you an extra couple days off. Hell, a week even. Nothing I can’t do for my favorite, hottest double.”

Tim relaxed back into the chair from his tense posture, suspicious of the flattery, even if he secretly believed it true. The fact that Jack could recognize such a thing outside of his own huge ego did a few things for Tim’s own. “That’s too generous for you, Jack; What’s the catch?” Tim asked snidely. “I’m not letting this guy touch me. And you made a lot of implications with that contest.”

“Oh come on, babe, I wouldn’t let that weirdo put his creepy stalker hands on my gorgeous body.” Jack’s eyes raked over Tim, making him flush just a little at the considering look, but he was able to ignore it, favoring annoyance with the older man.

“The representative from Vladof slipped me tongue that time, Jack.”

“Didn’t you end up going home with him anyways?” Jack shot back.

Tim’s face went red at all the edges of his mask. “It was the other one I went home with-- the nice one-- Well anyways what’s that have to do with anything?” Tim quickly got out with embarrassment. “This guy isn’t some lower level secretary who secretly has a hard-on for the competition.” Jack chuckled, and Tim grimaced. “He wants to clone you, Jack. Nakayama worships you a bit too much.” Jack looked at him like Tim had paid him a compliment, and Tim gave him a reproachful look. “And I told you what I saw at that facility. He might be able to do it.”

The idea of more than one actual Jack freaked Tim out a little more than his waking reality did.

“Nah, I had that place swept and bugged ages ago. He’s got a long way to come before I gotta worry about that kind of stuff. Anyways, that doesn’t matter. All ya gotta do is listen to one of those creepy presentations he does, and then kick him out at the time limit. That’s it. He’s already been screened.”

Tim wrinkled his nose at that. “I’m not being alone with him, Jack.”

“Pfft like I’d leave you alone with that weirdo,” Jack replied easily, a sort of gleam to his eyes that Tim had come to recognize as mischievous. “I’ve got it all figured out, babe. You won’t be alone and I won’t be bored enough to shoot myself in the head having to pretend like I give a crap.”

Tim raised a brow at that, but no explanation was immediately forthcoming. Jack wanted him to ask, and Tim was curious enough that he did. “...How do you mean? Are you gonna hide or something? What if he comes close?”

Jack’s grin was more of a leer than anything else, and he leaned forwards just a bit between his own legs to loom over the younger man. “Y’know Timtams, a man in your position should be living the good life, right? As Handsome Jack’s favorite double. That should come with some special privileges. Extra vacation days, a blowjob from the boss now and then,” Jack continued casually, leaning back a little between his own arms again. “Anyways, it’s roomy under this desk, right? Heh, I mean it should be. It’s extra large.”

Tim’s stomach was doing acrobatics similar to using a jump pad on Elpis. His heart beat quickly in his chest, blood rushed in his ears, and his cock gave a very interested twitch in his pants. He might’ve idly hoped that Jack might offer to jerk him off again one day, but that day being today— and not just a handjob, but a blowjob- was completely unexpected.

It wasn’t the first time Jack had propositioned him, but he’d never taken Tim up on the double’s offers for more, either. It was a mutual handjob and a couple of hickies a few months before, shared in the back of one of Jack’s private cars as Tim had been opening a new building in Opportunity down on Pandora. The CEO had surprised him by being there-- after all, if Jack was down on Pandora, why did Tim have to do it?- but Jack had jerked them both off in lieu of apology and Tim had jerked off to the memory of it for months afterwards.

Nothing else had happened since the handjob, and Tim figured it was just a one-time thing, and tried to tell himself not to have hurt feelings over it. Jack was a powerful, busy man. He could have anyone, and frankly, that handjob had given Tim more than enough to jerk off to in the following months.

But now a blowjob? After all this time and after dragging Tim from Elpis? Jack was offering him a blowjob to sit here and listen to that creeper give some sort of presentation? It sounded too good to be true.

Jack gave Tim what was undeniably a lecherous sort of smirk, eyes raking the younger man’s body once more before pointedly licking his lips. And just to make sure Tim wasn’t misunderstanding his intention, Jack spread his legs just slightly where he sat with implication.

Tim’s eyes were drawn to the movement-- his heart skipping a beat- and snapped to Jack’s face. He wanted this way too much. Had been pining after the older man ever since that handjob in the car.

And he didn’t want to embarrass himself over how badly he wanted it still. Wanted Jack after months of frustration. “...Just to get things straight-- you are going to give me extra vacation days and a blowjob to have the meeting with this guy…”

“Uh, yeah. What part of that wasn’t clear, cupcake?”

Blood was rushing quickly south as Tim realized he’d agree to anything Jack said if the man was actually going to blow him. “...Is this going to be a really bad presentation?”

“What? No, geez,” Jack said with a roll of his eyes. “Not with my mouth on your dick, anyways,” he added with a smirk. “C’mon Timothy, you’re the one who’s been telling me to tone down the murders and find my inner peace or whatever shit,” he said with a gesture of his hand. “Maybe the ‘piece’ I need is in those tight pants of yours, hm?”

Tim was already hardening in his pants, wondering not for the first time if Jack had some sort of mind-reading implant installed directly into Tim’s brain, because this was something right out of his dirtiest, most indulgent fantasies; being in Jack’s seat of power, their positions switched, as Tim was serviced by the very man everyone worshipped and feared.

The way Jack was talking, it sounded like this wouldn’t be a one-time thing.

“I…” Tim swallowed, voice higher in pitch of trying to subdue his excitement. “Uh… When was this meeting supposed to take place?”

“Oh, in about ten minutes. I sent the guy the non-reschedulable invite right when you walked in. Little creep is probably scrambling to get his butt outside that door.” Tim whimpered where he sat, and Jack chuckled. He hooked a heel around one of the arm rests to drag the chair Tim sat in just a bit closer. “How about it, babe? I know you have a good poker face.”

Tim was tenting his pants now, and Jack’s eyes caught sight of it. His entire expression went smug as Tim drew his attention with an anxious tone to his voice. “What does-- Only a blowjob?”

“Well hell, I could bend you over the desk, but then we’d have to kill the guy, and you were the one all strung up about not messing with my PR image anymore, Timtams.”

“I didn’t mean like that…” Tim said, cheeks hot for an entirely different reason. He knew the way Jack looked at him, but honestly, that was probably just the CEO’s ego at work. He’d still let Jack suck him off, but he wouldn’t ponder and pine afterwards if this was just another one-time thing.

He hoped.

Jack looked at him closely and smirked, taking the double’s chin in his hand and stroking under Tim’s lower lip with his thumb. “…How about if you do a real good job here, I’ll treat ya to dinner, too, babe? Somewhere fancy. Classy.”

Tim’s brow furrowed a moment and he gave Jack a sort of frown. Dinner sounded like more. More than just a very amazing handjob in the back of a company car. More than what Jack had said that handjob before was even about; sexual attraction whatever…

Jack leaned forward, the chair close enough to get into Tim’s face. Jack’s eyes moved from watching the helpless set to those lips to meet Tim’s gaze. He was almost close enough to kiss him if he so chose. Jack had never kissed him before— even in the car- and the idea made Tim pulse with want.

Tim closed his mouth, hard enough in his pants right now that Jack’s intentions honestly mattered very little. He remember how good Jack’s mouth had felt on his neck. The idea of having the CEO’s lips wrapped around his cock in any capacity did things to Tim’s mind that he was sure Helios’ psychiatrists would have a field day with.

“Are you-- You’re really gonna be under there while he’s in here?”

“Mmm hm,” Jack purred an affirmative. “I wouldn’t leave a gorgeous guy like you alone with that weirdo. Not even for a minute.”

Tim’s dick gave a jolt in his pants. That settled it. It was the perfect amount of weirdly-kinky to really rev the double’s engines, and the last time he’d had any action had been… the last time with Jack. Tim was just too busy otherwise to invest time in looking for a casual fuck. Yeah. That was it.

“I-- Okay, yeah, totally, that’s great, good-” Tim quickly stuttered out. “Let’s do this. ...holy shit…” he sort of murmured to himself before awkwardly chuckling.

“You’re way too cute, Timmy. Been a while since anyone’s had their hands on that perfect dick of yours? Or are you really just into me?” Jack gave his tented-pants a look, and Tim couldn’t even bother to feel embarrassed about it.

“Both, to be honest,” Tim breathed out, placing one of his palms on Jack’s calf where the CEO’s feet were still up on the chair. He rubbed his palm around Jack’s leg until he was grasping the other man’s calf through his pants. “That’s-- It has definitely definitely been way too long. I want it. And I want those vacation days you promised me, too,” he weakly added as Jack was standing up from his seat on the desk to lean into Tim’s space.

What Tim really wanted was Jack’s touch; hands, mouth, whatever, he didn’t care and he wasn’t sure he’d stick to his demands if the older man might hold out on him. It had been way too many long hours wasted on thinking about Jack and that single teasing handjob. He’d never ever tell the older man he sometimes jerked off and pretended it was Jack’s own hand as he looked down at himself. If he put on his usual ‘Jack-esque attire’, it helped lend to the illusion, but only made him bitterly pine after the older man post-orgasm.

Jack didn’t tease him though, and only smirked at Tim’s insistence of more vacation days.

“I’ll give you all of that and more, baby. A proper vacation, not just extra days off. I’ll make it up to you,” Jack told him, lifting the double’s chin to bring his lips to his own.

It was a simple kiss-- or meant to be one, anyways- but Tim moaned into it as Jack just barely slipped his tongue across Tim’s lips. Tim pressed into him for more with a naked, eager sound of desire. Jack broke from that to give the younger man a sultry look, remaining close enough so he could kiss him again. He wished he’d kissed the double sooner. “Damn, sometimes I forget how hot you really are, Timtams.”

Jack was not referring to himself in some roundabout way, Tim realized, but turned on by him; Tim. The double’s reactions to the older man were ones that Jack had never had him learn to copy— honest little sounds and sighs and raw expressions of Tim’s pleasure; of someone who probably knew Jack’s uncensored and real self more than anyone by virtue of profession- and he was hopelessly turned on by what he found.

Jack wanted to wring all the sounds and sighs he could out of the double

Tim ate it up, a hand on Jack’s forearm grasping him closer, and the CEO cupped Tim’s face and kissed him again, good and deep this time. The moan it drew from the double had Jack pulling back to look at him again, though Tim chased his lips while Jack just grinned. “Shit, you really are sexy as hell, Timothy, and that’s not because it’s me. I mean, it’s part of it-- ‘cuz that’s how you look right now- but damn you make me hard.”

Tim wasn’t sure if there was insult in that statement or not, but decided that it turned him on regardless of how Jack might’ve meant it, and Tim could shame himself about that later.

Right now, Jack had a knee between his legs to kneel on the edge of the chair, and he was massaging the double’s cock over the fabric with a dirty smirk. It made Tim swear.

Jack chuckled. “Shit, gorgeous, am I gonna have to get you off once before we let that weirdo in here? How do you ever expect to last?” Jack teased as he deftly popped the button on Tim’s fly and pulled down the zipper.

“Oooooh fffffuck,” Tim moaned, biting his lips as Jack slid a hand into his pants and wrapped his hand around his cock.

“You look reeeeal pretty like this, by the way. Desperate is a good look on you.”

“Jack—“

“And now you look even prettier.” Jack removed Tim’s cock from the confines of his pants, giving the younger man some firm, decent strokes, and leaned in to press a fond kiss to Tim’s temple.

Tim was gripping Jack’s biceps tighter than he might have consciously chosen, but the warmth and grip of the CEO’s hand as he jerked him off had Tim already at the edge. Memories of how good that handjob had been in the company car assailed him, and the fact that Jack was doing it again— in his chair of all places- only lended to the eroticism of it all.

“Ooooh yes okay that’s— h-h-hoooly yeeeees,” Tim sighed as Jack circled the pad of his thumb under the double’s cockhead.

Jack’s secretary interrupted the CEO’s busy hand, the buzz of the intercom letting him know that Nakayama had arrived for the meeting scheduled to take place now. Tim’s hips lurched once in his grip as she asked if she should let him in.

“Oh? You hot at the idea of an audience now, pumpkin? Maybe I shouldn’t let you come just yet. What do you think, baby?”

The whine that left Tim’s throat as Jack climbed off the chair certainly wasn’t anything to be proud of, but he was steadily leaking, and Jack and his hand were moving away from Tim’s cock.

“Jack—”

“Yeah, go ahead and send him on in,” Jack told the secretary. Tim just sat there hard and wanting, watching as Jack’s shit-eating grin was turned back to him. “You just enjoy the executive treatment while this idiot yammers away, okay handsome?” the CEO told him with a confident grin as he got beneath his own desk.

Tim felt his heartbeat in his neck, cock still at attention and throbbing while Jack got situated in the space. This was happening. Jack’s warm, promising palms on the thighs of Tim’s jeans made the double whine, but then there was the sound of the doors opening, and the contest winner himself hurrying with excitement towards Jack’s desk.

Tim would be lying to say that Jack beneath his own desk ready to blow him wasn’t a major turn on, but seeing Nakayama again in the flesh actually made his erection wilt. The guy was a Creep with a capital C, and his enthusiasm for Jack went way past the lines of obsession.

“H-hello sir! It’s such an honor to be personally meeting with you like this!” He was out of breath, red faced, excited with a holo projector in his hands. “I uh- they told me I could choose the topic, so—”

Tim felt Jack’s hands rub at his thighs, the teasing warmth of not-quite touches on his cock as the CEO tempted him back to hardness unhurriedly. The touches were different from that time in the car— exploratory, teasing, without the desperate quickness to get off in time before they’d reach their destination. Jack was taking his time.

Tim gulped.

This was really happening. He was gonna get blown by Jack himself while having to pretend to be unaffected by it, while also pretending to give a crap about whatever the scientist was blathering on about presenting.

He’d been worried he might come way too soon living out his dirtiest fantasy. Lucky for him that Nakayama was pretty much boner-killer; it wasn’t hard to look at the man with disinterest.

His attention was definitely focused below the desk, though. “Yeah, and you’ve got-“ Tim looked at his wrist, “Thirteen minutes and fifteen seconds.”

Sexual frustration led an easy edge of Jack’s natural-sounding annoyance into Tim’s tone. He watched the obsessed little scientist press a button on the projector-device which had it quickly sputtering to life, offering a 3D space to serve as his visuals. The view wasn’t great since the lights in the office were still on full, but no way was Tim gonna dim them to be in the dark with that man. Even if Jack was under his desk.

Jack’s hands moved firmly up Tim’s legs, his thumbs pressing along the inseam of his pants before cupping his balls for just a moment. Tim could feel his heartbeat in his throat, throbbing with anticipation for more. Jack then drew his hands aside to rest his thumbs on Tim’s hipbones, the warm puff of breath against his cock making Tim look down at his lap with a gulp.

Jack was eyeing him from the floor as he stroked a thumb over Tim’s cock, rolling his eyes at a particularly excited exclamation from Nakayama as the scientist was embroiled in his presentation. Tim looked up again just for Jack to pop the head into his mouth, and he quickly put his whole hand over the bottom of his face to stop any sound from coming out. Jack’s mouth felt like heaven.

Tim bit the side of his cheek as Nakayama babbled on about gene-splicing, several different Pandoran species of animals popping up into the projection as he went on. Jack’s mouth was wet and hot as he sucked the tip of his cock, laving it with his tongue and swirling the precome there only to suck him down again.

Tim successfully hid a groan of pleasure under a sigh, and Nakayama enthusiastically said something about the trials so far actually being promising. Tim nodded absentmindedly, and Jack was fully taking him down his throat, the CEO’s big hands rubbing at Tim’s thighs in a possessive way that almost made the double lose his composure.

“Yes yes that’s so good…”

Tim could feel Jack’s smirk even as Nakayama gushed over the praise he assumed was for him, and further dove forward in his presentation.

Heart beating like he was running from kraggons, Tim leaned back in Jack’s chair-- a casual, relaxed movement as seen below the raised dais of the desk- to better watch what Jack was doing. Tim’s breath was coming hard and heavy already, and he moved a hand casually beneath the desk as he cupped the side of the older man’s face. It made Jack pause and look up to make momentary eye-contact with him. Tim savored the rare moment, committing the image of Jack sucking his cock down to memory, and ignoring whatever Nakayama was talking about next.

Whatever it was that Jack saw in Tim’s own face resulted in the CEO sucking the younger man down with such fluidity that Tim actually jolted in pleasure. It just so happened to be at the exact same time Nakayama’s back was turned to him to grab up some presentation prop, but Tim was twitching in his seat for the warm, wet sensations.

Tim had no idea what the scientist was talking about anymore, nor did he care. Jack was giving him what had to be the universe’s best head, all the while gripping Tim’s thigh enthusiastically and holding onto the younger man; staying in utter connection with him. Tim could feel Jack moan around his cock, the vibrations traveling up and down his spine, and his balls pulled up tight in response.

It was a combination of Jack’s redoubled efforts-- and the fact that he was clearly getting off to blowing him- that made Tim unexpectedly come down the CEO’s throat. Jack swallowed around him like a pro, and that thought made Tim’s cock spurt and twitch even more inside the older man’s mouth.

Tim hunched over the desk, face hidden in his hand as he didn’t entirely bother concealing his orgasm. He knew what he looked like when he came, anyways, and that beautiful place of pleasure that looked like pain paid off immensely.

Nakayama paused in his speech about artificially-strong gene splicing to look at Tim with concern. “Um, Handsome Jack, sir, are you alright? Are you feeling sick?”

Tim looked up from beneath his hand, cringing while looking at the man and still feeling Jack’s warm mouth working his over-sensitive cock.

Looking at the scientist right after blissfully coming down his boss’s throat was certainly jarring. Feeling the smooth, wet warmth of Jack’s tonguing his cock while having to answer the scientist was even worse.

Tim’s cock was still twitching where Jack hadn’t let him go yet, the older man jerking himself off beneath their legs under the chair and making sounds in his throat that vibrated around Tim in a deliciously over sensitive way that Tim loved.

Tim glanced down as Jack came, and looked back at the scientist who had once tried to get a skin sample off him. Nakayama was recommending treatments he had in his lab, or what various bugs were floating around Helios’ executive levels, when Tim held up a hand to get him to shut up.

Tim’s voice was shaky, trying to control how fast he was breathing in postcoital pleasure, one of his thumbs stroking Jack’s cheek as the older man laid his head in Tim’s lap, breathing hard and satisfied himself. “Y’know what? I am feelin’ a little hot… Think I might be coming down with somethin’... Hope it’s not contagious.” Nakayama stared at him, and Tim could feel Jack’s snort of amusement at his words.

He looked at the scientist expectantly, not having to feign the annoyance in his voice. “…You gonna wrap this presentation up or what?”

“Oh! Oh of course sir!! You can’t get sick! You’re too important!” he declared, retrieving his projector and turning it off. “You should take it easy, go home and relax! It’s important you stay healthy!!”

Tim threaded his fingers between the ones Jack was gripping his thigh with, the smile on his face more a grimace at the idea of why the scientist wanted Jack to stay healthy. Creep. “Well, great speech, Nakajima. Really. You know I can’t play favorites just because you won the contest: You’ll have to run that stuff through R&D’s department heads. I think you should go do that right now. Great work, you make Hyperion proud, yada yada, vamoose.”

Nakayama was practically falling all over himself at the perceived flattery and praise, and he was still wishing “Jack” a speedy recovery and to get well the entire length of the office out.

Once the doors were closed and locked, Tim leaned back with a relieved sigh and an absent smile. He looked down at Jack, stroking his face with his thumb while the older man just looked back at him, pleased.

Jack came out from under the desk a few moments later to loom over Tim in the chair, taking his chin in his hand and kissing him in approval. Tim wrapped a hand about the back of Jack’s neck to really pull him close and deepen it, not even caring.

Jack chuckled. “Good work, precious. That was really freakin’ good, right? And that wasn’t even, like, in a proper bed... I can’t believe how quiet you were able to stay. Kinky as hell, sweetheart.”

Jack licked his lips, and Tim couldn’t help the sound he made at that. It hadn’t just been good, it had been great. Even with the creepy scientist in the room. Hands down the best blowjob Tim had ever had.

Jack took Tim’s cheek in his hand, cupping his jaw and stroking soft flesh with his thumb. Tim turned his face into Jack’s palm, and the older man smiled. “…Whaddya say, Timmy? Dinner and then head back to my super-huge extra-soft mattress for round two?” Jack pressed a kiss to Tim’s jaw, teasingly light. Tim chased after it until Jack kissed him firmly. “…is that a yes?”

“Yeah… yeah let’s do that. All that.” Jack’s grin made him smile back. It was different. Way different. Definitely more. The way Jack was looking at him was definitely more. And he’d never kissed him before— the neck hickies with the car handjob hadn’t counted- but here Jack was slipping him tongue and even kissing his forehead. It was definitely something else. “…Yeah.”

The warmth of fond amusement was in Jack’s voice, and his smile turned toothy. “Can’t believe I forgot how good you look like this…Did I blow your mind there, kiddo? Fucked out is a really good look on you, babe.”

Tim smirked and dragged a hand down Jack’s chest to feel the CEO’s heart also beating hard. “Look, I need— like— …my spiritual self is still making an O-face, Jack, gimme a minute…” Tim chuckled. “Lemme enjoy this now that he’s gone…”

Jack laughed and climbed into Tim’s lap, and Tim wrapped an arm around his waist. Jack had put his own cock away, but Tim’s was still out, mostly soft against his thigh, and the older man palmed it gently as he nibbled at Tim’s jaw. “I think we can get another big-O out of you to enjoy without that creep show watching, hm? Pent up enough to go again, buttercup?” Jack licked his lips. “I could definitely do that again.”

Though Jack remaining in his lap was hot, it was the kissing that ultimately got Tim to rally a second time.

Jack called the restaurant while enjoying the pleasure-dazed look on Tim’s face. If he did things right this time, maybe he could see that look a lot more from now on.

kofi | ao3 | commission ‘info’

#jackothy #handsome jack #timothy lawrence #borderlands fanfic #my fic #ive got a lot of unpublished work back here in varying stages of done and im trying to get it out :)#enjoy that PWP #i assume jack has like adhd object permanence so if tim's not always around then he doesnt see THE PINING #also EVRYONE wants jack so it's that ego to deal with to haha #go make out with your double now jack HOT #lololol

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