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aurorasgate · 4 months ago

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hi luna!! i hope you’re doing better and i’m looking forward to reading your works from this event <3 my request is: recovery + whispered confession + sephiroth?

sephiroth x reader

falling for you event (event requests closed)

i've been doing okay! thinking of seph always helps to get through it 💕 thank you for requesting this! i didn't mean for it to get this long fjdlflf but ohmygosh i just want to comfort this man so badly

sephiroth had a way of making most things look comically small compared to his massive height and broad shoulders. your sector 7 apartment was no exception to this either but despite how not built for incredibly tall soldiers it is, it had never felt more like home than when he was here with you.

you’d have taken more comfort in that fact, would have enjoyed the sight of him in your too small bed, had he not shown up tonight looking mako sick and tired. comparable to an ill feral cat with his chest rising and falling under unsteady breath, sweat beading his forehead, dark circles under his eyes that are full of so much mako that their glow nearly engulfs his thin pupils completely.

he had wordlessly let you take him into your arms from the moment you opened your door to find him unwell and leaning on the doorframe, so much of his weight pressing against you as he struggled to keep himself upright and after a long embrace he seemed more than reluctant to let end, sephiroth continued to not speak a word as you led him through your apartment and into your bedroom.

only when you start to move away from him, wanting to go grab some water and a cool towel, does he finally speak. a deep, almost urgent, murmur of your name as he grasps your wrist with more strength than he intended to use. not enough to hurt, never enough to hurt you, but once he notices he quickly loosens his grip. “don’t go.”

your eyes soften in time with the plucking of your heart strings and you take a step closer to him, giving him an honest, reassuring smile that smooths the crease in his brow. “i’ll only be a sec,” you promise, pulling your wrist from his grasp slowly, giving his long, gloved covered, fingers a gentle squeeze before letting go completely. “if you can, maybe try to get out of your boots and coat. get more comfortable but just take it slow, okay? and if you can’t then wait for me - i’ll be right back.”

the sound of the bed creaking as he sits up follows your quick footsteps out of the room and into the kitchen. at the touch of cold water from the faucet onto your hands you let your mind actually begin to try to process the fact that in this state not only had hojo let him leave the fucking lab, a fact that has you ringing the cloth in your hands a little too tightly, but that sephiroth made his way here instead of to his own apartment to sleep it off like you know he has before.

was it always this bad? you wonder. he’d told you some things about his regular mako treatments before but nothing too detailed and he hardly ever let you see him after words. stubborn in the way he locks himself away at times. what had made today so different?

you try to hush your hopeful heart before your ever growing feelings for him run away from you. your feelings, and the way you had convinced yourself he couldn’t possibly reciprocate, didn’t matter right now. friends or.. something more, you only want to help him. remind him he’s safe and cared for and do whatever you can to help the mako sickness subside.

sephiroth is tugging off his boots, coatless - shirtless - when you make your way back into the bedroom, trying to leave your questions, your feelings, at the threshold to your bedroom but goddess help you, he wasn’t making it easy.

his muscles are taught with every movement he makes, marred, milky skin under long silver locks that aren’t enough to cover the broad expanse of him. after his boots are off, you hand him the glass of cold water and he lets his fingers slide over yours for a long moment before he takes it from you, reaching out to touch your elbow with his other hand, and drinks the whole glass in a few gulps.

it’s as though he needs to touch you more than anything else because from that moment he doesn’t break contact with you again. even as you take the glass from him, softly instruct him to lay back down and he does so, his fingers are a whisper of a touch on your arm and when you settle on your knees in the bed next to him, he rests his hand on your waist, as if to ensure you aren’t going to leave again.

carefully, the pads of your fingers brush loose strands of silver hair from his face, smoothing over the soft skin of his forehead and to the shell of his ear, the butterflies in your chest knocking against your ribcage when sephiroths dark lashes flutter closed and he leans into your palm, his hand at your waist twitching to bring your closer.

“seph..” your voice is but a whisper, all you can manage when feeling how unbelievably warm he is against your palm, how the cold lingering on your skin evaporates in seconds. it makes the emotions within you mix and mingle together and pool in your eyes in the form of burning tears. all of your worry over him and the comfort you find in the fact he has trusted you enough to see him like this. the anger at hojo - shinra - for doing this to him again and again. a protectiveness over a man who had more power than you thought humanly possible.

reaching for the wet cloth, sephiroths touch on your waist moves slowly, weakly, in a soothing motion. comforting you when you meant to be comforting him. despite your attempt to force your watery eyes to dry and look anywhere but at his gaze that you know is on you, your eyes meet as you gently tab at his face with the towel, letting it soak up the sweat and heat from his forehead to his neck.

“it’s okay,” he promises you with a tired tug of his lips that are looking more pink than they were only a few minutes ago and a swipe of his thumb along your waist. “i’ve had worse.”

he says it so casually, almost with amusement and you swear if he wasn’t sick you’d smack him in the chest with one of your pillows. instead you settle for a half hearted smile and a shake of your head that helps disperse some of the tension keeping hold over you. “that doesn’t really make me feel better, you know.”

as you finish on the other side of his face, right under his sharp jaw, sephiroth's free hand lays over yours, easily stopping your movements and he calls your name softly, as though he didn’t already have your full attention. “may i hold you?” he asks, breaking his gaze away from you and giving you the perfect chance to see the healthy bit of color dusting the tips of his ears. pink and striking against the backdrop of your pillows and his halo of hair that looks like silky starlight.

his eyes return to yours, your tender expression reflecting back at you through the sparkling mako that still dominates the color of them. “shouldn’t i be the one asking you that?” you reply, your words quiet and mirroring your visage.

“is that a yes?”

“as long as it won’t make you feel worse or more overheated.”

“it couldn’t possibly.”

before you can put the now warm cloth on your nightstand, sephiroth is pulling you on top of him. steadying you with the hand at your hip, his other helps guide your leg over him. he’s more gentle than he needs to be, holding back from crushing you completely into him but not daring to underestimate his strength right after a treatment. he places you directly on top of him with your legs laced comfortably through his, your ear directly over his heart that beats more steadily underneath you, his hands placed at the back of your skull and the middle of your back. like he means to keep you there for as long as you’ll let him.

your cheeks burn with a warmth that's all your own but you find it easy to melt into him, to find the rhythm of his breaths and match it, for your hearts to start beating in time with each others, as if they are one.

perhaps they are, and have always been.

“sephiroth?” you break the comfortable silence between you after some time, whispering his name as if to see if he’s still awake though you know he is. but there are words you want to speak. things you want to say that would maybe have been better spoken to his sleeping self, with no chance of rejection, but there’s no worries in your heart when you’re in his arms.

“yes?” he replies, a rumble you feel in his chest paired with the tightening of his embrace.

watching your fingers trace his collar bone, you continue, quiet and soft and unafraid. “will you let me care for you if - when this happens again?”

he grasps your hand in his, so much larger compared to yours, with scars you want to map out and kiss better no matter how old and unpainful they may be now.

“you would want to do that? for me?”

your chest aches at how genuinely surprised he sounds. you would do anything for him.

curling your hand in his, you bury your face into his chest, taking in the scent of flora and leather that clings to him. “of course,” you whisper against his skin. “i care about you so much and i..” he squeezes your hand reassuringly when you hesitate. “i want to protect you. as silly as that sounds.” the last of your words come out even quieter than before, in quick succession you don’t think any normal person would have been able to make out.

“it’s not silly,” sephiroth says with absolute resolution in his hushed tone, the kind that tells you he won't be having you saying such things again. “i’m thankful and more than anything else,” you feel the press of his lips to the crown of your head, happy to find them as warm as they should be and not a degree more. “i want to protect you too.”

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sephirothsplaything · 11 months ago

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DNA| Sec.80 high power- chapter 7

a/n: Hiiii omg we've finally arrived to the beginning of the real story. Can you tell i've been setting a lott of stuff up? Like a lot of stuff?

Rhaella and Corlys’s relationship is so goated btw. Rhaella's characterization is coming through slowy but surely lmao

anyways.. tell me wat you think <3

word count: 2082

Another night of restlessness latched itself onto Rhaella. She rolled over with a groan of discontent.

It was morning. The beams of sunlight permeated through her chamber window. Rhaella’s sleeping gown was dampened by sweat. The night terrors had not ceased since her time in Kings Landing weeks prior.

The darkness.The fire. It was a repeated pattern she could not escape from. Rhaella’s brain pulsed with paranoia at the possible meaning of it all.

Had she been cursed?

Rhaella made herself ready for the day. Maids ushered themselves into her room. One straightened out her dress while another fussed with her silver hair, arranging it into a thick braid. Despite their best efforts, stubborn curls fray out onto her forehead.

The dark Dragonstone halls surrounded Rhaella as she walked towards the main room. There sat her father, Daemon at the head table. Rhaella hesitated to make her presence known to him. Ever since the death of her mother, their relationship had become strained.

More on Rhaella’s part rather than his.

“Rhaella?” Daemon called out to this daughter. “Come sit.”

Rhaella closed her eyes for a moment. Maybe if she stood still he would forget

But to no avail. Rhaella knew her father would not ask again.

Walking over, Rhaella sat a distance away from her father. She tried to keep her expressions minimal.

Unfortunately for her, there was no hiding from Daemon.

“ You were late to dock the boat when we left Kings Landing,” Daemon said. There was no room for denying it. It had been stated as plain fact.

Daemon was met with silence. He watched his daughter slightly readjust in her seat, discomfort evident.

“What happened?”

Rhaella wondered if there was even a point to lie. Her father seemed to always know when something troubled her despite keeping to herself.

She hated that. It made her feel weak.

“I was summoned by her grace,” Rhaella said.

“What did Alicent want with you?” Daemon said.

Rhaella had effectively backed herself into a corner. Was she really going to disclose that her carelessness was the reason for the meeting?

“Breakfast,” Rhaella said. Daemon scoffed at this. Rhaella toyed at the fabric of her dress. Suddenly, she felt as though she was a young girl again, being helplessly scolded.

Daemon stared Rhaella down with such force, nearly compelling the information out of her.

“Do you think me an idiot?” Daemon asked. It was less of a question by the sound of his voice.

“No.” Rhaella’s response was immediate. Her hands were shaking, but it was far from fear that she felt.

“Then tell me the truth, Rhaella,” Daemon said firmly.

“The entirety of it.”

“ The queen seemed to be concerned regarding my friendship with Aemond,” Rhaella said. She decided it would be better if she chose her words carefully.

She watched her father lean back in his chair. Daemon raised an eyebrow at her choice of words but said nothing further regarding it.

Rhaella could tell her father wanted to say something regarding that, but let it be.

“She was worried about what people in the realm would whisper about my maidenhood,” Rhaella mumbled.

Daemon heard it anyway. His eyes were enraged.

“Alicent is a shrewd cunt just as well as her father,” Daemon said.

Rhaella could see it now. Her father would fly back to Kings Landing and burn the Red Keep to the ground.

It wouldn’t be for her sake. Only to retain his own pride.

“Father, please.” Rhaella urged. A slight panic inched its way onto her face.

“I’ve taken care of it,” Rhaella said.

Daemon shot his daughter a stern glance.

“Have you?” Daemon said. Rhaella glanced down the hall. She knew her sisters were no doubt listening in.

“For all you know, Aemond could be whispering in his mother’s ear about you,” Daemon said.

No. Aemond wouldn’t dare do such a thing to her. Of this fact, Rhaella was most sure.

Rhaella’s silence only further infuriated Daemon.

“ Do you think he’d go against his mother for you?” Daemon scolded.

Rhaella couldn’t even look her father in the eye. She knew the truth.

The same truth that she would do anything for her family.

“And the maesters tell me you are the smartest of my children.” Daemon scorned further.

Rhaella stood from her seat swiftly, causing the chair to push back with a screech.

“Whatever you wish to say to me father, I can take.” Rhaella snapped. No matter how hard she wished to repress her nature, the blood of the dragon was hard to deny.

“ A man like him will only harm you in the end, I’m sure you know this,” Daemon said, voice softening slightly.

And of course, Rhaella knew. She knew that Aemond’s values and temperament had completely changed over the years.

What was more frustrating was that she’d remained the same. Holding onto someone who knew her so well.

However, Rhaella’s sound reasoning had fled from her mind in her anger. Spite had taken its place.

“Nykeā vala raqagon zirȳla?” Rhaella said bitterly. Her arms were crossed in defiance. ‘A man like him?’

“One that would abandon his daughters at their mother’s funeral in favor of his niece, you mean?”

Rhaella retained no joy from stabbing her father in this way. But harsh words seemed to be the only language he understood at times.

Daemon sighed. It was an argument he knew very well. Although he rarely addressed it, he could see his once sweet daughter grow into a being that held the world against him.

Hers was the curse of observation. And he was well deserving of it.

“Rhaella.. I loved your mother deeply.” Daemon said.

It was Rhaella’s turn to scoff. Maybe he did love her mother, but he loved the Princess as well.

Rhaella had no desire to continue the conversation. She had her fill of her father.

“I wish to leave for Driftmark,” Rhaella stated.

It was not framed like a question.

“My grandsire has been unwell for some time and I have yet to see him,” Rhaella said.

Rhaella did not wait for permission. She walked to the hall and turned the corner, but it was not one of her sisters she was met with.

It was the Princess Rhaenyra. Rhaella was no less frustrated at the sight of her.

“Your father cares for you,” Rhaenyra said. Rhaella could tell her previous words had also hurt the princess. She had also cared for her mother.

But Rhaella didn’t much care at the moment. She shifted away from the princess's touch, going to her room.

Whilst packing up some of her things, Rhaella’s mind mulled over her father’s words.

There was something much larger brewing in the realm. Rhaella was unsure what exactly it was.

Reaching the docks, Rhaella got onto the ship. In truth, she deeply missed her grandsire. Baela had her special bond with their grandmother, but Rhaella and Corlys connected differently.

She could recall sitting on his lap as a young girl while he told her stories of his time at sea.

Moments later, Rhaella arrived at Driftmark. There was no one to greet her as this was more of a surprise visit.

Rhaella strolled through the great halls, stopping occasionally to admire her grandsire’s collectibles.

“Lady Rhaella?” A voice echoed through the hall. Rhaella turned to see Ser Marc, an advisor to the Driftwood throne.

“Hello, Ser.” Rhaella greeted. Her hands folded politely in front of her.

“And what brings you here?” Ser Marc questioned.

“I’ve come to see the condition of my grandsire,” Rhaella said.

Ser Marc smiled down at the girl. He escorted her to Corlys’ room.

“Lord Corlys, you have a visitor.” Ser Marc said. Corlys slowly turned his head to see his beloved granddaughter.

“I see that even the mighty Sea Snake requires rest.” Rhaella teased. She sat herself at the foot of his bed.

Corlys lightly chuckled before turning to cough. Rhaella grimaced in worry.

“Your grandmother says it’s the Gods’ way of humbling me,” Corlys said.

Rhaella hummed at the thought.

“Perhaps you should listen,” Rhaella said.

Corlys slowly sat up in his bed. “You came here alone?” He asked.

Rhaella fixed her gaze on the adjacent wall. Sometimes it became incredibly inconvenient to be known so well.

“Rhaella..what happened?” Corlys asked. Despite herself, she knew it would be a relief to be completely honest for once.

“My father,” Rhaella said simply. She heard her grandsire sigh out.

“I’ve always known Daemon to be rather...difficult,” Corlys said.

A tame description by all accounts.

“He’s always treated me differently from my sisters,” Rhaella said. And it was true. Baela was always closer to their father, the lords called her the best of their parents. Rhaena in addition had been loved by all in Pentos.

Rhaella had been the outlier. The strange one.

“He loves you no less,” Corlys said. Rhaella’s fingers traced patterns into the bed absentmindedly. She loved her father, but he truly did not understand her.

Another subject had crossed her mind.

“Grandsire..what do make of dreams?” Rhaella asked.

The abrupt change in conversation left Corlys confused.

“How do you mean?” Corlys asked.

Rhaella inched closer. A sudden look of intensity crossed her face.

“If the Gods are truly real...do you suppose they communicate through dreams?” Rhaella asked.

Corlys was silent for a moment at the prospect of the odd question.

“I believe that the Old Valyrian Gods watch over us all,” Corlys said finally.

Rhaella huffed in dissatisfaction. This did little to alleviate her pondering.

Standing up from the bed, Rhaella smiled at her Grandsire.

“Rest well, so that you do not continue to worry my grandmother,” Rhaella said.

Rhaella gently closed the door behind her. She continued her meaningless roaming until she stopped by one of the main doors, seeing her grandmother, Rhaenys.

“Grandmother!” Rhaella called out. Rhaenys looked up in surprise.

“Rhaella?” She walked over to her granddaughter, embracing her in a tight hug.

“What are you doing here?” Rhaenys asked. Rhaella was beginning to grow tired of the question.

“ I wanted to see Grandsire,” Rhaella answered. Rhaenys placed her hands upon Rhaella’s shoulders, a gentle expression on her face.

Rhaella noticed some of her grandmother’s things packed in a bag.

“Are you going somewhere?” Rhaella asked.

“ The King does not have much longer, I venture,” Rhaenys said. “I plan to visit him briefly, offer him comfort.”

Rhaella had no strong connection to the King Viserys, based on her father’s rants regarding him, they might have shared some common interests.

“I wish not to return to Dragonstone for a time,” Rhaella said. Rhaenys’s head cocked slightly to which Rhaella ignored.

“Let me come with you,” Rhaella asked. Rhaenys contemplated the question for a moment.

“I’ll arrange for a letter to be sent to Dragonstone, lest your father raises all seven hells at your absence,” Rhaenys said.

It was hardly a joke. Her father’s temper was not to be trifled with.

Rhaella followed her grandmother to the moor. They came into view of the large she-dragon, Meleys.

She watched as her grandmother saddled Meleys, who continued to laze about in the grass, half asleep.

“The red queen has grown quite docile I see,” Rhaella commented. She approached the dragon with caution.

“Nothing to be hostile about these days I suppose,” Rhaenys said.

Rhaella slowly reached her hand out to the dragon. It had been long since she’d seen Meleys, Rhaella doubted that the dragon even remembered her.

Meleys gave a slight snarl, causing Rhaella to pull back slightly.

“Oh stop that Meleys.” Rhaenys scolded.

Rhaella opted to brush her hand against the dragon’s side,to which she allowed.

“Baela told me you refuse to take a dragon egg,” Rhaenys said.

Rhaella felt herself turn cold at the topic.

“The dragon that was hatched to me was malformed, I refuse to cause such a fate onto another,” Rhaella said. Her voice had grown distant.

“Rhaella, that wasn’t your fault,” Rhaenys said.

Her grandmother’s words were no remedy for the growing numbness pulling at her.

She was undeserving of something so innocent. It was possible that something was all wrong with her. The Gods had made themselves clear.

Damn them.

Rhaenys helped her Rhaella onto Meleys. Rhaella secured her arms around her grandmother.

“Allow me to tell you this granddaughter,” Rhaenys spoke again. There was assurance in her voice mixed with something else Rhaella could not quite place.

“Men should shake in fear the day you claim a dragon for yourself.”

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meltwonu · 4 years ago

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 19]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, powerbottom!seungcheol, brat!seungcheol, dom!reader, restraints(handcuffs), sex toys, dirty talk, degradation, dumbificiation, spitplay, yall the way i be using DDD like i’m guy fieri in this bitch ☠️ dkjfhdskh Also, merry christmas if you celebrate it!! Happy holidays!! Be safe, enjoy your day~💕 I’d say this is my gift to yall but I update every friday, I just so happen to be uploading on christmas LOL Although, Cherry Bomb has been a gift to write 🥺!! One more chapter after this, I can’t believe it... But also first chapter of DD next week 😳 Hehe~ as always, inbox roundup this weekend! Enjoy ch 19 and have a great weekend everyone!! ❤️🍒💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - x

“Hyung… Are you… Okay?”

Seungcheol drops the set of skates in his hold; eye twitching when he turns to face both Seokmin and Jeongguk who stare back at him with a concerned gaze. “You haven’t moved from this spot in the last 15 minutes, Jeongguk was starting to get worried… And honestly, me too. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or three.”

“I, uh, yeah, I’m good.” Seungcheol laughs it off, shaking his head and letting out a deep breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. “It’s just… Well, I don’t wanna spoil anything but I’m just nervous for tonight.” He bites his bottom lip, remembering when you’d posted the notice to your homepage that basically sealed in the plans you had for him and really, what he had in store for you too.

The two younger males share a look, eyebrows raised. “Whatever’s got you this nervous must be good ‘cause you literally just zoned out and turned into a mannequin for 15 minutes. It was weird!” Jeongguk laughs; half in nervousness for Seungcheol and half in amusement. “Me and Seokmin snapped a few pics too. For posterity.”

Seungcheol rolls his eyes before he picks up the pair of skates again, “Okay, okay, enough with the teasing. Get back to work before Namjoon-hyung sees us all over here!”

“We could say the same to you!”

“Interesting setup…” Seungcheol mutters, eyes glossing over the vibrator, pink fuzzy handcuffs, and cockring that are neatly lined up on the bed. “Should I be concerned that this looks a little too normal?”

You laugh under your breath as you readjust your bra strap one last time before easing onto the bed yourself; patting the spot next to you. “Nah, trust me, it’s not gonna be that crazy. Now c’mere, we only have 10 minutes ‘til we need to start and you’re just standing there fidgeting like we’re about to fuck for the first time ever.”

“Damn, we should’ve done a show with a corruption kink or something.”

“Hey, it’s never too late!”

artist8hao: this looks relatively normal considering the notice

kitty_junjun has donated $75

gc__koo: yea… and considering how i found hyung earlier

alphagyu97: ???

alphagyu97: wdym

gc__koo: mans was a statue

xcaliburDK: yea it was weird, it was like he was possessed

sleepy_wonu: wait u work with him too??

therealchan99: wait is that why u almost quit?

xcaliburDK: can we not talk about me right now thank u

universe_WZ has donated $75

angelhan has donated $100

artist8hao has donated $50

“Well! Aren’t you all a lively bunch tonight!” You giggle softly, wrapping an arm around one of Seungcheol’s as he tenses up under your touch. “Seungcheol’s so tense tonight! Can we get some words of encouragement for him before we start~”

gc__koo: ayyyy my man its gonna be ok

hoshi_tiger_xx: think of it this way, any of us would pay to be in your position rn

tangerine_kwan: l i t e r a l l y

chwenon: its not like ur getting pegged

chwenon: right

Seungcheol’s cheeks bloom a bright pink, wide eyes meeting yours as you laugh loudly. “Wait, is that what the vibrator is for ‘cause I--”

“No, no, no! Seungcheol’s not getting pegged tonight, okay?” Grinning, you ease off the bed and make your way towards the nightstand as Seungcheol watches you from behind.

You grab the item, smiling as you hide it from Seungcheol’s view for a little while longer.

“See, when we, really just I, decided to do this back to back camshow for the last time, I really wanted to try something new, y’know? But nothing too far out there ‘cause I didn’t wanna push our boundaries too much.” You move your hand, flashing the object in front of Seungcheol’s face as he raises an eyebrow.

“A gopro?”

Nodding, you show it to the camera, “Mmhmm~ The quality is gonna go down a bit but I think it’ll be okay! It’ll be worth it~” You set it down next to the array of toys, winking at the camera before settling in next to Seungcheol again.

You lean into his side, grabbing his arm and putting it on your inner thigh as you moan. “Thought that they’d like a new view of us, y’know? Instead of just the static view that we usually have. Now you can film me riding your cock and get a good view of it for the camera~” Seungcheol smirks as he drags his hand up your thigh; fingertips grazing against your panties as you mewl.

“So that’s the game you wanna play tonight, huh, baby? You wanna film each other up close and personal for everyone to see?”

He can feel his cock twitch in his sweats, already eager to see where this went.

“Well…” You bite the inside of your cheek, face hot as you pry his hand off of you. “Actually, I want you up by the headboard while I set up this gopro. Think you can shimmy up there, ‘Cheol?”

The male nods slowly, shuffling towards the headboard as you turn to the camera. “The stream’s probably gonna cut out for a sec while I set this up but please be patient with me, okay?” Winking, you quickly set up the gopro before cutting out the stream to fiddle with the settings and changing it so that the stream was coming from the gopro instead.

“Ah, good! It works!” You make sure everyone can see you from the smaller device before you’re rejoining Seungcheol on the bed; eyes twinkling with mischief as you hand the gopro to him before reaching for the toys you’d laid out.

chwenon: im rly curious about this

universe_WZ: i know, same

alphagyu97: fuck the angles we’re about to get with this for future shows tho

hoshi_tiger_xx: oh hell yeah

Seungcheol holds onto the gopro, making sure to film you as you hold the vibrator in your hand. “Let’s start with this first, huh?” You don’t waste a second before you’re turning the toy on and pressing it against his clothed cock.

“Oh, s-shit!” He almost loses his grip on the small camera when his body threatens to double over at the vibrations that quickly have shivers running up his spine. “Oh fuck, that’s---that’s so s-strong!” Seungcheol’s hips cant up, grinding against the vibrations when he realizes how good it actually feels.

“Strong? It’s only the lowest setting, baby. Is your cock that sensitive?” You smile; voice laced with a teasing lilt and the pieces start to fall for Seungcheol when you seem to spit his own words back at him.

“That’s h-how it’s gonna be, huh?” He grits out, jaw clenched when you raise the setting to the second highest. “F-fuck, you---”

“What? We’re playing like I wanna tonight, right, ‘Cheollie?” Licking your lips, you lean in close to the camera before your lust filled eyes meet his.

“And tonight, you’re just my dumb little fucktoy that I get to play with, aren’t you?”

Seungcheol tugs against the fuzzy pink handcuffs that keep him bound to the headboard; gritting his teeth when you turn off the toy for the third time.

“Ah, ah, ah, don’t move around too much, Seungcheol. Dumb little fucktoys should be good and stay still, right?”

“Right.” Muttering, he watches as you bring the camera closer to his cock again, filming the vibrator that you tap against the cock head; both covered in precum.

“Your cock is already so hard~ God you’re so fuckin’ easy~” You squirm a little from where you straddle his thighs; already wanting to sit on his cock but also knowing you still wanted to play with him a little longer while you had him underneath you.

angelhan: goddamn she’s so fucking hot when shes the dom???

therealchan99: the way i would pay her to choke me and spit in my mouth

alphagyu97: she could put me on a leash and i’d bark without question

You turn on the toy again, pressing it against his cock as he groans and thrusts his hips up. “Ah! We should use the last toy, before you end up cumming without my permission.” Seungcheol lets out a choked sob at the way you sound so cheery, eyes looking up towards the ceiling while you set the vibrator down in favor of the cockring.

Wrapping a hand around his cock, you work you hand up and down as you smear the precum down his shaft. “Hmm~ Bet you’d cum right now if I just sucked you off, huh?”

“Dunno, why don’t you sink your pretty ‘lil mouth down on me and find out?” He snarkily replies.

You shoot him an angelic smile; one that makes him realize he really shouldn’t have said anything when you hurriedly ease the cockring down until it sits at the base of his cock. Grabbing the vibrator again, you turn it onto its highest setting before bringing it back to his cock and holding it parallel to his shaft. “You’re so mouthy~ You should really be careful with that~”

Seungcheol lets out a sharp, shaky breath; eyes wider than saucers when he feels his abdomen tightening and the pleasure rapidly building up in his body. “W-wait, but---but, ah, h-hold on, it--it feels like I’m g-gonna cum!” He tugs against his restraints as his entire body squirms and thrashes against the bed at the sensations that flood his body.

“Ah, you really are so fuckin’ easy for me, Seungcheol~”

A weird feeling washes over Seungcheol when he feels his cock twitching; mouth open in stuttered breaths as his eyebrows furrow. It felt like an orgasm, but at this point, he can’t even tell. “Wh--what?” He lets out a drawn out groan, throwing his head back against the pillows just as you shut the toy off and toss it to the side.

“I think you just experienced your first dry orgasm, huh? Not so fun being on the other side, is it? Being played with~” You laugh teasingly, readjusting yourself until you’re grinding down onto his cock. instead. “Mmh, I’m gonna use your cock and I’m gonna make myself cum and you can’t do anything about it~ Just my own personal fucktoy watching me get off~”

You take the gopro and set it down right on Seungcheol’s chest, “Don’t move, or else.” He nods once shakily, watching as you lift yourself up and position his cock right at your soaking entrance.

The two of you share a moan once you finally start to sink down onto his cock but Seungcheol knows he won’t actually be able to cum anytime soon.

chwenon: they rly said VIEWS on this one

gc__koo: honestly, i aint even tryna get off i just like watching knowing hyung is lowkey suffering

gc__koo has donated $100

gc__koo: its like a reward

kitty_junjun: he’ll be lucky if he even gets to cum again lbr

sleepy_wonu: oh how the tables have turned huh?

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

tangerine_kwan: wait but…

tangerine_kwan: if today was her idea and tomorrow is his…

chwenon: uh oh

artist8hao: oh i didnt even think about that

artist8hao has donated $100

artist8hao: for the aftercare funds

kitty_junjun: dont be too hard on her!!

kitty_junjun: also breakfast on me when ur not too tired

You start bouncing in his lap, loud moans on your lips when his cock curves perfectly into your g-spot.

“Oh, fuh--fuck, your cock is so g-good! Fuckin’ hits me so, hah, d-deep!”

Seungcheol can’t do anything but grit his teeth and let you alternate between bouncing on his lap and swiveling your hips atop his own; jaw clenched tight. “Y-yeah? Your so-called sex toy fucks you g-good? I don’t even have to, ah, do anything, all I have to do is lay here and you’d cum, huh?” He smirks up at you, convincing himself he’s one-upped you when you pout and halt your movements.

He lets out a soft groan when you clench around him and you’re quick to grab the gopro still sitting on his chest before turning the camera towards him.

“Such a bold mouth you’ve got. But don’t forget, you’re the one handcuffed to the bed and you’ve got a cockring on, baby~ I can give you more dry orgasms if you’d like?” You lick your lips, “Be a good little fucktoy and open your mouth for me.”

Seungcheol narrows his eyes before obeying, lips parting hesitantly. “Now, stick your tongue out.” You turn the camera and hold it from the side; filming yourself as you let a glob of spit fall from your lips, directly onto Seungcheol’s waiting tongue.

A shiver runs up his spine when he draws his tongue back in to swallow the saliva, hazy eyes staring back up at you when he parts his lips to show you that he’s swallowed it all down.

“See? You can be so obedient. You just choose to be a brat.”

“Where’s the fun if I make it easy for you? And it’s cute watching you trying to dom me when we both know how much you like being under me.”

You resume your movements, swiveling your hips as you set the gopro back down onto his chest. “Ah, all the things I could do to you right now, ‘Cheol~ We should do this again so I can try some wax play on you… Or, hah, m-maybe even ice play? Since your body is so fuckin’ sensitive. Bet you’d be so fuckin’ cute cumming over and over and whining when the overstimulation starts to bite~”

It only takes a second for Seungcheol to mentally say ‘screw it’ before he uses all his strength to plant his feet down onto the bed and start thrusting up into you. Your body jerks on top of him, surprised noises spilling from your lips at the strength he exerts in his frustration.

“My body’s sensitive? You take one look at me and your panties are fuckin’ soaked.” Seungcheol scoffs, watching as you grab the gopro and set it to the side before it topples off of him. “I might be your dumb little fucktoy today but you’re mine too. My dumb ‘lil cocksleeve that only knows how to beg me for cock. Your pussy was made for me, baby. Don’t forget that.”

The pleasure builds inside your body as you meet his thrusts and for a second, you contemplate taking off the handcuffs and the cockring, but instead deciding to keep them on. Unless he begged.

“Fuck, S--Seungcheol, ‘m g-gonna cum~” You reach down, fingertips on your clit as you hurry to throw yourself over the edge of an orgasm. “That’s right, cum on my cock like the desperate ‘lil cock hungry girl you are.” He growls in frustration; wanting to cum but knowing he wouldn’t be able to unless you took the cockring off.

“Oh god, Seungcheol!”

Your walls flutter around his cock and he lets out a garbled moan at how good you feel when you cum; exhaling harshly at the frustration of not being able to cum with you. “That’s right, bet it feels good with my cock inside your tight ‘lil cunt, huh?”

He halts his movements just as you opt to grind down on him, fingertips still rubbing and pinching at your clit as you ride out your high. “Mmh, bet you wanna cum too, don’t you, ‘Cheol? Wanna, ngh, fill my p-pussy up with your cum like you always do~ But do you even deserve it? Or should I leave you here and let you cool down?”

alphagyu97: the energy we’ve created in the studio tonight

xcaliburDK: i know, holy shit

angelhan: i feel like i'm actually scared for this man im ngl

alphagyu97: if she lets u cum ur a lucky man

You let out a sultry moan; body filled with warmth as the last bits of your orgasm wash over you. “You’ve been so mouthy and bratty but I wanna feel you cum too, so I’ll be nice tonight~”

Smart move, he thinks.

Raising yourself off of his cock, you let out a whimper at the emptiness you feel; pussy clenching around emptiness as you settle back down onto his thighs that are slick with your wetness. “Mmh… On second thought… Why don’t you beg a little? Lemme hear how much you wanna cum~”

He feels his cock twitch and realizes you won’t make this any easier. “Fuck, okay, p-please.... Please take the cockring off so I can cum… I--I wanna cum inside your pretty ‘lil cunt, fuck, I don’t even care if you just jerk me off just---just please take it off! I’ll t-take it easy on you tomorrow, I s-swear!” Seungcheol almost accidentally spoils his ideas for his planned camshow and he quickly bites his bottom lip before he accidentally says too much.

“That was weak but it’s okay. Dumb fucktoys don’t need to think much, do they? Only good for being used like a toy~” You pout mockingly at him before you’re easing the cockring off of him and Seungcheol lets out a guttural moan when you immediately wrap a hand around his cock and start jerking him off.

“You weren’t very nice with your words tonight so you’ll cum with just my hand.”

“Fu--fuck, that’s fine, just let m-me cum, please!” You work your hand up and down his shaft, giggling when you already feel his cock throbbing in your hand when you run your hand from the base to the tip.

“Cum for me, Seungcheol~”

He lets out a small whine, eyes clamped shut when he finally cums and for the first time in his life, he feels himself momentarily black out with how hard his orgasm hits him. Ropes of cum hit his chest as you work him through it, alternating the tightness of your grip on his cock as he whines and moans in return.

“Ah, you’re cumming so much this time~ You’re making such a mess!” You tease.

Seungcheol can barely hear a word you say through the ringing in his ears once his orgasm starts to ebb away and he feels himself slump against the bed as he catches his breath.

His chest rises and falls in deep breaths and he feels you leaning over him to undo the handcuffs; tired sighs on his lips as he tries to focus on you through bleary eyes. He can feel his entire body twitching and he swears his arms have. gone numb from being handcuffed to the headboard. “You’re gonna get it tomorrow, I swear…” He mutters, no real threat to his tired words.

“Hey, you said you were gonna take it easy on me tomorrow!”

“Yeah, well...”

tangerine_kwan: yo im excited to see the sequel to this

gc__koo: i have some… ideas

gc__koo: things r falling into place

gc__koo: my brain is expanding

hoshi_tiger_xx: i feel like its gonna be intense lol

xcaliburDK: knowing hyung…

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“Here, you need to drink this, ‘Cheol!”

The said male groans as he tugs a pillow into his arms, already on the brink of sleeping when you finally end your camshow. “But ‘m tired…” He whines. “Can’t we just go to bed and clean up in the morning? The cum on my chest is already dried, it won’t get on the sheets.” You roll your eyes in return, sitting next to him on the bed.

“Oh, so now you’re being a big baby? I’m just trying to get you to drink some water and we need to get you at least a little cleaned up for bed. You can’t go to bed like this, y’know. And anyway, we need to be in top condition for tomorrow show too. We gotta get cleaned up and eat a little something.” You laugh under your breath, shaking your head as he only whines harder.

“C’mon, I always do it for you, right?”

He nods only once before he’s sitting up tiredly; a shaky hand reaching for the glass of water you hold out to him. You immediately take notice of the slight redness around his wrists, pouting as you help him finish the glass before setting it down onto the nightstand.

“Your wrists got so red from the handcuffs, ‘Cheol… You should’ve said something if it hurt, I would’ve taken them off…”

Seungcheol grins at you, eyes unfocused with sleepiness. “Who said it hurt? I didn’t even feel that in comparison to that horrible dry orgasm you made me experience. God, it was like… Like when you have a dream but it feels real until you try to grab for something and realize you can’t?”

The two of you share a laugh as you help Seungcheol off of the bed so that the two of you could properly get cleaned up before he flopped back down onto the sheets.

“Yeah? Trust me, that wasn't even the worst I could’ve done! You’re lucky I took it easy for my first time!”

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makeste · 4 years ago

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Alright, so I've been trying to count the limb amputations in BnHA, and this is the loving list I have come with: USJ Nomu(half his body, including a leg and arm), Mr. Compress(arm), Overhaul(arms), Hood(entire body), Tomura Shigaraki(2 fingers), Re-Destro(legs), Miruko(arm), Hawks(wings(still unconfirmed, but almost certain)), and Aizawa(leg). One more limb amputation and you'll be able to make that top 10 limb amputations list!

anon, you forgot Shouji’s arm that got chopped off during the Forest Training Camp arc! and a couple others as well. so we actually can make a top ten! oh my god. the day has finally come.

10. Shouji Mezou (arm)

sorry Shouji but the truth is this one doesn’t really count since you grew it back. anyway but it still probably hurt though I suppose. still a pretty fucked up thing for a villain to just BITE OFF A FIFTEEN-YEAR-OLD’S ARM with their GIANT ELDRITCH HORROR TEETH. you’re a very brave boy Shouji.

9. Amajiki Tamaki (kracken tentacles)

this is mostly just here to prove that I can in fact remember things from the Basement arc, sometimes.

when will these dumb villains learn to start biting arms off of the kids who DON’T grow them back.

8. Hawks (both wings)

does it still technically count as an amputation if the appendages in question are burned to a crisp rather than actually chopped off. I’m pretty sure that’s the only reason this one is so far down the list tbh. it was still pretty horrific. but the fact that fandom’s not even 100% sure if they really are gone for good (though they totally are) is enough to rank this a bit lower than the others I think.

7. Shigaraki Tomura (two three fingers)

oh boo hoo Tomura. you lost THREE whole fingers? no offense, because I’m sure it sucked, but all the same you can’t realistically expect me to just fall all over you all “HOLY SHIT BEST AMPUTATION EVER 10/10” when the best you can commit to is THREE out of TEN digits. come on now you were already outdone by your own subordinate in the same fucking arc.

6. Giran (FIVE fingers)

YOU HEAR THAT TOMURA. FIVE. YEAH WHAT. and he had to put up with the indignity of having his severed digits grotesquely displayed all around the city on top of that! it was seriously so fucked up. and do you even know how long it takes Giran to write out a text now?? so fucking long!! it’s so annoying.

5. The Sixth OFA User (right arm)

don’t mind him... he’s just lying here, bleeding out in the corner of this little montage of other dying OFA users... but it’s fine, really... he literally just sacrificed his life for the sake of the greater good, and died in obscurity for his trouble... and the story skipped right over him from Nana straight to Banjou, and then to the Fourth... and no one even remembers him to the point where anon omitted him in favor of more memorable characters like USJ Noumu... but it’s fine... he’s fine.

5. Overhaul (both hands)

unlike OFA Seis up there, we actually for reals don’t give a fuck about you, Overhaul. kind of fucked up to imply that someone might actually deserve to lose a hand, let alone two hands. and yet, here I am. implying it. huh.

4. Mr. Compress (left arm)

you know the saying. when life gives you lemons, make a robot arm. here’s a nice picture of Compress with his robot arm holding Overhaul’s severed hand in marble form, just for shits and giggles.

notice how he went as far as to roll up his sleeve just for dramatic effect. that’s good shit. hard to outdo a guy whose amputation led directly to a second, revenge amputation, honestly. but three people still managed it.

3. Mirko (left arm)

and now we get to the badasses. the people who absolutely could not give less of a fuck how many limbs they have or don’t have, WHATEVER. Mirko lost an arm and was literally like, “OUCH” and then she SEVERED A MAN’S HEAD WITH HER THIGHS. AND THEN TOURNIQUETED THE ARM WITH HER OWN HAIR JUST AS AN AFTERTHOUGHT. BECAUSE BLEEDING OUT WOULD HAVE BEEN TROUBLESOME. and they had her at number five. five!! ?!?!?!?!

2. Re-Destro (both legs)

look, this guy is my second least-favorite BnHA character, topped only by Jerkface McNoHands back up there. but even I have to give him props for coolly chopping off BOTH OF HIS OWN FUCKING LEGS WITHOUT SO MUCH AS BREAKING A SWEAT WHAAAAT.

and then he went out and got himself a pair of ROBOT LEGS afterwards like a total badass. god. can you believe this fucking guy. he doesn’t deserve to be this cool. god damn you Re-Destro.

1. Aizawa Shouta (right leg)

hey everyone do you want to see a picture of a lying liar real quick.

huh. you don’t say. only I could have sworn...

huh. I guess, technically speaking, he did say arm. nothing about legs.

anyway. “wait a sec but Aizawa only chopped off one of his own legs,” someone, probably Tomura, interjects. “how can you possibly justify putting him above Re-Destro when the precedent you yourself set earlier in this very list clearly dictates that greater number of severed limbs = higher rank.” and fair enough. but Re-Destro’s amputation was quite honestly his own fucking fault, whereas Aizawa fucking SACRIFICED that leg in the name of duty. and oh yes, there’s one other thing as well:

yeah. sorry Re-Destro, but until you can provide incontrovertible proof that not only did you cut off your own legs, but that you somehow, inconceivably, managed to do so LITERALLY WITHOUT EVER EVEN BLINKING!!, then and only then can you come try and pry the number one spot from Aizawa Shouta’s unfathomably badass knife-wielding hands.

hey guys. so anyway I think this manga might actually be pretty violent lmao.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha top ten #bnha ranking #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #asks #anon asks #bnha meta #it's real serious stuff you guys #eagle eyed readers may notice that there are actually eleven entries here because I can't count!#so you get a bonus #pour one out for the limbs of bnha you guys #lulz and another edit because I forgot tomura lost his thumb as well #so I guess he can't snap his fingers after all #sorry buddy

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mlm-writer · 3 years ago

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Red Tape and Cutting Corners - CH5: Blowing Off Steam

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A drop of sweat rolled down the C-sec officer’s temple as he waited for his colleagues to return, hands stuck in biotic dampeners. Interestingly, the cuffs calmed his migraine a little. Either that or his meds were working for a change. It was hard to tell if it was him or his partner that brought on the interrogation this morning. He had a feeling it was Garrus though and not only because most questions were centred around his Turian partner. If Kaidan had to take a wild guess, his partner had the tendency to solve cases at 5 protocol breaches an hour. The door opened and said partner stood there with a triumphant look on his face. One could see a Turian for the first time and still spot the victory edged in his features. “Missed me?”

“What the hell, Garrus,” Kaidan replied as his partner freed him from the biotic dampeners. “What did you do?”

Garrus held his hands up. “Hey, I am obviously a free man. Here.” Kaidan could not take the datapad from Garrus’ hand soon enough and then wished he didn’t finish that huge bagel this morning. Crime scene photos, most of them from a dead body, promised to haunt him as they appeared on the screen. The body had a huge gaping wound at the base of the neck, the knife still in her hand and blood everywhere. “Recognise her?”

Kaidan squinted at the screen. It was an Asari. “The facial markings are familiar,” he finally said, thinking it a better thing to say than ‘yeah sorry I still can’t tell Asari apart. They all look blue’. Garrus let out a frustrated noise and took the datapad to scroll through the pictures.

“How is your memory this bad? That’s Naia.” He put the datapad on the table, the screen displaying a business card with 4 digits written on them. “And that’s my card.” Before Kaidan could ask anything, Garrus tossed a sealed bag with a flyer on the table. “And that’s what they found in the safe they opened with the code on my card.” Kaidan turned the bag over, taking in as much of the flyer, without taking it out.

“That’s the club the medi-dispenser led us to,” he nearly whispered as his brain worked over-time to find out what a dead Asari and a lost medi-gel dispenser had in common. It seemed like the set up for a bad joke.

“Now we have that warrant to turn the place upside down. Want to come along? Captain put us on this.” Kaidan gave his smug partner a shove and finally stood up from the chair in the interrogation room. Any longer and he would have had to walk around with the thing stuck to his behind.

Nothing was as satisfying as seeing the Asari that so confidently told them to fuck off yesterday, looking almost baby blue when they stormed the place with a unit. What posed as a normal 24/7 club had a rather large back section full of inebriated Asari, who hardly had any idea of what was going on. Garrus and Kaidan were standing in one of the private rooms with the owner sitting cuffed to a chair, studying the small bottle labelled as ‘B-qua’. The liquid inside looked like medi-gel. Any smart person would have kept the stuff in medi-gel packages.

“It’s not looking good for you, T’Fari. We got enough drugs here to send you to prison until you reach nearly the end of your matriarch stage,” Garrus drawled as he handed the bottle to Kaidan and closed the distance between him and the club owner. “But we could maybe let you have a sentence more fit for an Elcor? Just need your supplier.” T’Fari kept her head high in spite of being in handcuffs. Not a word left her lips. “Very well, you might want to talk at the academy. Kaidan?” Kaidan perked up at the sudden mention of his name. “I didn’t charge these cuffs, so I don’t think they will make it till we reach the academy. I have an extra pair in the skycar.”

Kaidan raised a brow, but all he said was “on it, boss” and then left the room to get the cuffs. From the second he stepped out of the door, there was an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach, which was a great side dish for the migraine he was still supporting. With quick paces, he walked through the compound, passing by people coming off B-Qua, officers taking statements and cuffed staff members being hauled away. The screaming and cursing fed the pain just above his right ear. Once at the skycar, he dug around the glove compartment, where he left some meds. He swallowed one pill, no water or food to smooth the way of the huge pill travelling down his oesophagus. Kaidan let out a grunt as he looked through the car for the biotic dampener cuffs. When all the obvious places were empty, Kaidan paused. It took him just a second before he was sprinting across the compound, apologising profusely to all the officers, witnesses and suspects he ran into.

When Kaidan finally reached his destination, it was too late. T’Fari was lying face down on the floor, blood staining the ground below her head and bruises covering her face. The only solace he could find in the display was her body rising and falling with rapid breath. “What did you do?” He demanded from his partner on the other side of the room, in spite of knowing exactly what Garrus had done.

“She panicked, when I told her the sentence she could expect and fell over. Come on, we will find a treat in the basement.” Kaidan tried to get a word in, but Garrus pushed past him and raced towards the bar. He slid over the bar like a show-off. Kaidan simply walked through the opening made for staff members.

“Garrus did you…? Why am I even asking, I know you did. What were you…? What am I saying, do you ever even think? Besides, we checked, there is not even a base...” Garrus pointedly ignored him as he led the way behind the bar, running his talons over the mirror-covered wall behind it. Kaidan spoke under his breath, trying to not make a scene, while simultaneously losing his mind. “I know you are a little loose with protocol, but beating up a suspect… are you…”

He stopped mid-sentence as Garrus held up his hand and pointed towards the wall. There was a seam between the mirrors that was suspiciously big. The mirrors on either side of the seam were much more damaged along the seam than any other part. Feeling the rage boiling in his nerves, Kaidan lightened up his biotics, before digging his hands between the mirrors and tearing the wall in a display or broken glass and bent metal. As the light surrounding him died down and the smell of ozone filled the air, he looked at the mess he made, then the stairs behind what once was a wall and then at his partner. The best he could describe the other man was gaping like a fish, but it wasn’t like he had never seen him use his biotics before. “Garrus, what the hell?”

It seemed to snap his partner right out of his trance, as he shook his head and turned to shine his torch for a better view of the stairs. “Can we talk about this later?” Kaidan acquiesced, before they had an altercation that would make it to the higher ups. Well, the higher ups of C-sec could have him. Captain Comisius however…

With guns drawn and their flashlights illuminating their journey down the basement, they found it empty, save for a table with a medi-gel dispenser on top. Kaiden dropped his gun and torch, letting Garrus do the light as he scanned the dispenser with his omnitool. “It matches the serial number of the med-dispenser that went missing a few streets back, but I am reading some modifications.” There was a pause as Kaidan performed his scans. “The ultrasound module has abnormal activity. Usually it only sends short bursts into the storage compartment to keep the medi-gel in a liquid form, but this one sends a modified frequency consistently.”

The lights flickered on, before Garrus came to stand next to him. “So what? It’s broken,” he commented, before picking the device up, hauling it over his shoulder. “In any case, you got what you wanted, a win.”

Kaidan’s face contorted into a frown so deep that even Garrus could tell it was not good. “Let’s give this dispenser to the forensic unit and then we’re going to have a talk,” the human gritted out through his teeth in a way that got Garrus feeling a little on edge as he carried the medi-gel dispenser up the stairs. He wanted to hand it over to forensics, but none of the Salarians could carry the device. It offered the perfect opportunity for him to offer to bring it to their lab, leaving Kaidan for a while.

The little lone dog trip was also the best moment to reflect on his actions. However, Garrus was adamant. His methods got results. His story was an obvious lie, but C-sec hardly cared when it came down to results. Skirting protocol was normal and Kaidan was just a pain in his ass. With that new-found resolve, he entered his office a little while later, just to find Kaidan on the sofa with a datapad. The human was basically fuming, but it was too late to turn around now. The door shut behind Garrus and the datapad was thrown onto the coffee table with a force that put a crack into the screen.

“Is this how you treat your partner?” Kaidan yelled as he pointed to the datapad. Garrus picked it up, finding it to be a report from Dr Michel. “After everything I told you, you still defy captain’s orders and don’t even tell me about it? When did you even have time to tell every Elcor on the station to do a blood test?” To save time, Garrus scrolled to the end, the dreaded words blinking back at him from the screen. No conclusive results found.

“I did not break any rules for this, Kaidan. I just sent one email to 173 Elcors telling them to get their blood tested.” “The captain told you to drop it.” “People might be in danger, Kaidan.” “Yes! Us! And not to forget about beating up T’Fari…”

Garrus did not know what came over him. Kaidan was all up in his face and he did not appreciate it. He grabbed Kaidan by his collar, effectively putting a stop to the human’s speech, and raised him off his feet so their eyes could meet a little easier. “You know for your whole ‘good boy’ shtick, you care awfully little about people.”

Kaidan bared his teeth, the prickle of biotics dancing over his skin and Garrus’ plates. “Put me down. Now.” Garrus could feel the electric sensation caress even the plates underneath his armour. It should have been a hint, but he was not taking it.

“Naia could’ve been alive, but you just had to be a good pet to…” Garrus couldn’t finish his sentence. The air got knocked out of him as Kaidan sent him backwards into the drawers with a biotic kick. The drawers creaked under the force, but not enough force was applied to bend them. Garrus didn’t need to get his bearings, before pushing himself back on his feet and giving Kaidan a solid right hook to the face. “If all you’re good for is following rules, become an accountant!”

Kaidan stumbled back, tripping over the coffee table. He caught himself with his biotics and flipped himself on top of the couch. “What is the point of enforcing the law, if you’re not even following it yourself?” Kaidan yelled back, full on glowing now, his nose bleeding. He leaped, fully intending on smashing Garrus with his full power, but the more seasoned fighter saw it coming and dodged. The floor bent under the force, scorch marks leaving permanent evidence of Kaidan’s presence here. With Kaidan’s fists still planted in the ground, Garrus kicked him in the back, forcing Kaidan’s face to have a meeting with the freshly branded floor.

Garrus rested his foot between Kaidan’s shoulders, keeping him down and leering at him. He had barely moved his tongue to speak and Kaidan was already throwing his next attack. A strong biotic pulse came from his bruised body and threw Garrus into the air. He landed on top of his desk, breaking his terminal, before ending up on the other side of it. The force of the pulse flipped over the coffee table, toppled over the stacks of datapads and put a crack into the large windows offering a view of the central hall of C-sec Academy a few floors down.

Garrus rested against the cracked window, panting as he rested for a moment. When there was no Kaidan stomping his way, he attempted to stand up. With a grunt and the leverage of his fallen chair, he got back on his feet, a little hunched over and clutching his hurting lower back.

Kaidan was still on the floor on his knees, doubled over. Garrus watched as Kaidan tried to get up, but failed barely halfway due to a coughing fit. The Turian did not move, until the tell-tale smell of iron filled the air. He leaped over his ruined desk and tried to step between fallen datapads. When he came closer, he noticed the little pool of blood on the floor below Kaidan.

“Kaidan? Kaidan!” He forced the human’s upper body upright, accessing the damage. There was blood trickling down his partner’s temple and nose, but nothing as concerning as the red that covered Kaidan’s lips and hand. He had paled and seemed so tired he could pass out. Garrus put his arms underneath Kaidan’s and lifted him up despite the pain in his back - and multiple other places, if he was completely honest with himself. The couch was still upright and surprisingly empty. Garrus laid his partner down on it and started to rifle through his pockets, until he found what he was looking for. With his mouth plates, he opened the package, before forcefully opening Kaidan’s mouth. “Fucking idiot, using your biotics when you have not had lunch yet,” he grumbled as Kaidan stared at him deliriously, all the while absent-mindedly chewing on the nutrient bar.

Garrus continued to force-feed him, until there was nothing left of the nutrient bar. Kaidan was out cold right after. Garrus monitored his vitals as he rifled through the drawers for forgotten napkins from take-out meals. When they were found, he kneeled beside the couch and started dabbing the blood off Kaidan’s face.

It was nerve-wracking. Human flesh was so soft, seemed so vulnerable and sleeping like this, Kaidan looked nothing but innocent. In many ways, he was. It was easy to forget their earlier fight as Garrus ran the napkins across his temple and under his nose. If regular human flesh was soft, Garrus was not prepared to run the napkins over Kaidan’s lips. He paused after wiping one corner. It felt like his brain had its wires crossed for a second, but he didn’t dwell on it. Kaidan was looking mostly presentable by the time Garrus was done. He sat with his back against the couch, his omnitool linked to the computer in Kaidan’s standardised C-sec armour.

With the occasional glance at Kaidan's vitals, Garrus set to reading the datapad that started the fight. The cracked screen made it hard to read, but Dr. Michel had been as thorough as always. None of the compounds she had found before contacting him had been found in the Elcor that visited her clinic after Garrus’ massmail. There were traces of broken down nanides, but those were present in standard medi-gel nowadays.

The Turian sighed, hanging his head a little as he was faced with yet another dead end. One glance around the room made him wonder if his hunches were really worth all of this. Mandibles flared in annoyance, before he pushed himself to his feet. First things first, he needed some medi-gel himself.

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meowdymista · 4 years ago

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Van der Driscoll Pt 7

Part 6 - Masterlist

Part 8

This is a bit of a filler chapter, which is stupid for the ratio of original wording to in game script ratio. Next one will be more engaging, I promise. Also sorry for the long wait; I took time off from writing last week because it was my birthday, and then England swept into a second lockdown so it’s been poo trying to prepare especially in work because I process somms for small-medium businesses but whatever. No one is getting much for Christmas this year lol

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You find, much to your relief and Arthur’s annoyance, that Sean’s chaotic charm and energy swallows everyone’s attention over the next few weeks. He’s loud, boastful and brash: The Irish Terrier as Arthur and his adopted fathers call him.

You can’t help but find his totally unapologetic nature comforting. Whilst washing shirts, you overhear him get Molly to admit she considers him no better than a chimney sweep from the local bog - and immediately crucify her for it, calling her “snotty nosed” and a “right little madam”, much to her dismay. After the weeks of dirty looks (despite little to no actual confrontation), Sean brings a breath of fresh air. With him nearby, you know exactly where you stand and whether anyone in the vicinity is plotting against you.

“Please, Y/N,” groans Arthur into his hands one evening. “Please tell me you ain’t makin’ friends with that bastard.”

“Why?” you ask, genuinely surprised. “Isn’t he like a little brother to you?”

“Yeah, but not in a good way.” He moves his hands to give you a look of despair. “What’s wrong with Lenny? Or Tilly? Or Mary Beth?”

“Karen’s fun,” you muse, earning yourself another groan.

“Always with the loud drunkards,” he grumbles.

“Mmhm, and what was it Dutch said? When you go missing he checks the saloon, and if you’re not there he checks the jail?”

“Shurrup.” He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you onto his body, grinning as you protest, laughing.

“Don’t play innocent - Hosea’s been telling me stories!”

“Ahh, don’t go listening to him. He spins stories for a living, and anyway I was a kid in most of them.”

“And the stories I’ve heard from Lenny?” you smirk, still fighting despite it proving futile with you laughing so much. He growls, peppering your exposed skin with kisses as you wrestle playfully.

You cry out when a flailing limb makes contact with one of your swollen breasts. Arthur immediately releases you, watching you with concern as you try to rub out the punch without swearing.

“Y’alright?”

“Fine,” you huff. “Just sensitive is all.”

“I’m sorry - shouldn’t be playing so rough with you when you’re… in the way tha’ you are.”

“It’s fine, Arthur,” you repeat firmly, staring him down. “I’m fine. You didn’t knock my stomach, so we’re fine. Like I said, I’m just sensitive.”

He hums doubtfully.

Following a shootout with the Pinkertons and the law in the middle of Valentine, Dutch had ordered the camp out of Horseshoe Overlook and ushered you south east into the state of Lemoyne. On the other side of Dewberry Creek, Arthur and Charles had scouted a hideout chistened Clemens Point. Arthur hadn’t been the keenest to tell you that story, but you had weaseled it out of him.

Micah had recommended the dried out river bed, but when Charles and Arthur had arrived to scout it, there was an abandoned camp nearby, complete with a dead body. Whilst trying to assess the location’s risk to a group of outlaws should they move in, Arthur had moved some crates to find a woman with her two children.

“I guess I saw you,” he mumbled sadly, avoiding eye contact. “An’ the mess I might leave you in one day.”

You rubbed his shoulder patiently. “What happened?”

“I told ‘em to go ‘cause we needed the land.”

You were confused by the guilt still plaguing him and told him so. With a heavy sigh, he described how the girl translated her mother - that their father had been kidnapped and how it took Charles insisting otherwise to convince him to go look.

“So it’s really thanks to him we found this place,” he says gesturing at the open space bordered with woodland and lake.

If anything, you prefer this new destination to Horseshoe Overlook, and not just for the absence of bad memories. You love the sense of freedom swimming gives you: how it makes you weightless, how easy it is to tilt your head back and listen to the low rumble of the earth and water. You also enjoy that the road is more than a stone’s throw away here. A wanderer would have to purposely go out of their way to discover the camp, to hear the noise or see the light of the campfires. Clemen’s Point made you feel safe, even with the occasional canoe sailing by with a wave.

The new location lifted everyone’s spirits. So much so, Dutch dragged Arthur and Hosea out fishing. They returned hours later - singing and surprisingly sober - with deputy badges and a boat load of fish. Whilst the shiny badge continues to earn Arthur a lot of gib from you and everyone else in camp, Dutch insists the news is beyond fantastic.

“We are inaugurated in the local law!” he cries during one of his many speeches. “Hiding in plain sight!”

Still tired and snacking throughout your waking hours, you are relieved to find your morning sickness has passed its peak. Whilst you feel like your veins are popping out of your skin, Arthur insists your stomach is beginning to curve. You accuse him of an overzealous imagination until you try (and fail) to button the jeans from your past life as an O’Driscoll and your shirts that still fasten offer little to no breathing room.

“Think a trip to town is in order.” You jut out your bottom lip, demonstrating the distance between the buttons and their corresponding holes as your lover looks on laughing.

“I think you might be right.” You don’t resist as his fingertips tilt your chin up to plant a kiss on your lips. “Let me go see if Pearson’s got a list and we’ll head out. Think they’ll do another couple hours?”

“Don’t really have a choice,” you grumble, stealing Arthur’s worn blue shirt from under the cot. You can hear Sadie and Pearson bickering even from the edge of camp, so it doesn’t surprise you when Arthur’s tone cuts through the noise.

“-ain’t cooking work?”

Looking over, you see Arthur has taken the expostulating Mrs Adler aside. You look away quickly - there’s no reason to ruin an acceptable day by agitating her enough to start shouting at you too. Her and Pearson have been at each other’s necks since she’s pulled herself out of the worst of her depression, almost as though he has become the target of her grief.

You focus your attention on preparing the cart. A trip to town means a trip for supplies, and with so many mouths to feed, horseback wasn’t a viable option.

"How are you, Miss?"

You turn around, surprised at being addressed directly by someone other than Arthur. Seeing Kieran’s familiar pastiness relaxes you a little. As an ex-O’Driscoll himself, you trusted him the most not to stab you after Arthur and the little boy, Jack.

"Fine," you reply flatly, brushing out the tangles of the shire’s mane.

"We ain't really had much time to talk since we was in Tall Trees a few months back, have we?" You hum in response, trying not to flash any amount of flesh by moving too much. The poor boy was skittish enough. He immediately begins to help you, being the horse fan he is.

"I never even suspected a thing, Miss,” he gushes. “So I bet you anything Ol' Colm won't have neither."

"So you two were close, huh?" You barely contain the sarcasm.

He shrugs off the question awkwardly. "Which feller was you again?"

"Well I must’ve been good if you have to ask." You feed the shire a carrot, avoiding eye contact. "I was Thomas," you admit quietly. The following silence is prolonged. Doubtful.

“Thomas Donoghue?” You shrug your shoulders. “So you were friends with Paeder then?”

“Peter?” You respond coolly. “Never knew him.”

He opens his mouth as if to argue, but Arthur is marching across camp, shouting back over his shoulder to Mrs Adler. Spooked, Kieran bolts to a safe distance, doing nothing but look on as Arthur helps you up onto the back of the cart.

Acknowledging you with a sneer, the other woman takes her place on the bench up front. “So I’ve graduated from choppin’ vegetables to shopping?”

“Shut your goddamn mouth…” grumbles Arthur, reins in hand as the cart moves off. You give Kieran a small, apologetic wave farewell, but it’s difficult to contain the relief of your companions’ timing. Paeder was a private matter, and one which you had no desire to discuss out loud. You’re sure the shaky man meant no harm, but some things were better buried.

“You cooled down then, yet?” Arthur asks the widow, distracting you from your thoughts.

“I guess,” she grumbles. “And I ain’t no scullion! And I sure as hell ain’t takin’ orders from that sweating halfwit!”

You can almost hear his eyes roll. “Well I guess we all gotta do our share, princess.”

“Where’s that letter?”

“Oh, you reading his mail now?”

Sadie throws him a dirty look. “Robbing and killing’s ok, but letter reading’s where we draw the line?”

You stifle a smirk as Arthur pulls it from the inside of his coat, knowing he’s been had. “Here.”

“Dear Aunt Cathy-”

“You are somethin’ else…”

“I haven’t heard from you in some time, so I prayed to the Lord above that your health has not deteriorated further… bla bla bla… s’boring… Oo! Wait a sec, listen to this! Since we last corresponded, I have travelled widely, making no small name for myself.” You all laugh out loud. “Before you ask, I am still yet to take a wife, but I can assure you it is not for lack of suitors.” Arthur barks out laughing again as Sadie giggles. “He ever actually talked to a woman he ain’t paid for?” she asks in disbelief.

“Look, we’re all hiding behind something.” Whilst his tone advises the limit of fun has been reached, the smile is still audible.

“And what’s this? Return to Tacitus Kilgore?”

“Oh that? That’s Dutch’s idea. All mail to be sent to the same alias. Whenever we set up somewhere new, Strauss, he heads into town, tells them to start expecting mail from a Tacitus Kilgore or whatever they changed it to… Here, gimme that back. We got work to do.”

You all sit quietly as the cart rolls into Rhodes. The locals watch you, wary of the unfamiliar faces, but you keep your head high. Strangers smell weakness. It’s better to come off aloof and avoid trouble than to present as vulnerable and be beaten down at every turn.

“Ok, here we are.”

“So what’s the plan?” Mrs Adler points a pistol at the side of the building, squeezing one eye shut as she gauges the iron sights. “I shoot the shopkeeper, while you-?”

“No! You insane?”

“Well I thought we was outlaws…?”

“Outlaws! Not idiots!" he hisses, pushing down the gun as he looks around for any witnesses. "We rob fools that rob other people! These people- they’re just tryna get by! So you head on in there, and you buy us some food to eat. And no guns.”

“Are you sure?”

“This time.” The two of you share a look again as he helps you down. “There’ll be plenty o’ time for killin’ soon enough.”

“What are you doin’?”

“I’m gonna go check the mail, nothin’ exciting.”

Sadie shrugs and saunters off. Arthur sighs and shakes his head, touching your arm. "You gonna be alright?"

"Here's hopin'."

"Any trouble, holler. Stay outta her way best you can though, alright?"

Knowing that his concern lies with your companion's open hatred for anything remotely O'Driscoll rather than your ability to defend yourself, you nod. Blowing him a cheeky kiss, he waves back at you with a grin as you enter the general store.

"-flour, oats, salt, eggs, apples if you have them..."

"Sure, not a problem,” responds the shopkeeper as he begins to gather the goods. “Big family, have you?"

"Somethin' like that." Mrs Adler barely spares you a glance as the titter of the doorbell announces your presence. "And you sell clothes?"

So Arthur had explained to her your purpose for the journey. You're flattered, if a little bewildered at this kind gesture. From the looks she’s been giving you, you’re surprised she has buried the hatchet of your past so quickly.

"We do. Not the widest range of ladies fashion, I'm afraid."

"That's alright. I'll look at everything you got."

"Of course, Mrs…?"

"Kilgore," she smirks, turning to bat her eyelids at you. You realise then that her request is completely unrelated to you. Why wouldn’t it be? You’re not the only person that has been swept into the Van der Linde gang with little more than what you were wearing on your back. From Arthur’s story, she escaped with nothing more than her wedding ring and her nightclothes, so it’s only natural that she is also in need of a new wardrobe. "What? You don't even trust me to handle the shopping by myself?"

"You're not the only one in need of new clothes, Mrs Ad- Kilgore." You force a polite smile at the sales clerk whilst Mrs Adler browses the shelves dully. "What are the biggest sizes you have in stock? Any maternity wear by chance?"

"Ain't many women round here makin' babies," he sighs, pulling out a few options. You can feel Sadie's eyes burning past you at the pile. "You're best tryin' Saint Denis or ordering outta the catalogue. There's a tailor in Blackwater I heard is pretty good for that sorta thing, but it's quite the journey-"

"Too far for me, I fear." You flick through the pages as Mrs Adler leaves to try a few things on from the pile in front of you. Writing a quick list with estimated sizing, you purchase the largest button up shirt and skirt for sale. The trousers will have to wait for another day - you know investing twenty dollars in a pair that you'll breach the waistline of in a matter of weeks is a luxury you can't especially afford right now.

Mrs Adler on the other hand spares little expense with a sturdy pair of jeans. Finally out of the cumbersome skirts, her whole character changes and suddenly you feel the same pit of dread you did when faced with a full camp of spitting Van der Lindes all those weeks ago.

Intimidated, you step outside whilst she settles the bill. You take a short wander up the main road, taking in the familiar buildings with apathy. Who would have thought you would end up here again? Now you’re not so apprehensive about your life span, you can see how rundown this dusty crumbling town is. The few shops that are open have seen better days, and the best kept building is the bank. You feel your skin crawl as you spot the large parlour houses on the horizon. Of course this place is struggling to survive - anywhere that profited from slave labour deserved to rot. Part of you hopes it’s slow perilous march to abandonment continues: it would be disappointingly merciful to see a place be lost to one good shoot out.

“I’ve birthed foals with more strength than you!” Mrs Adler’s cursing sinks your stomach as you navigate your way back to the store where a man is helping her load the cart. “Hell, my sister’s newborn had more strength than you and he came out bright blue!”

“I’m trying.”

“Try harder!”

Spotting Arthur, who is strolling back himself, fills you with relief. The shopkeeper walks back to the porch, checking the list before walking back. “I think this is everything,” he says, swinging the sack of salt on the cart.

“Thanks… here, take that for yourself, okay.” She flicks a silver coin and he catches it out of the air, scowling.

“Thanks,” he spits.

“Well, give it back then! Jesus! I didn’t ask for his goddamn help..." She pushes the sack on more securely to stop it rolling off when the cart moves. “OK, get on. I’m about done here.”

“Why don’t you drive?” suggests Arthur coolly after making sure you’re sat safely amongst the supplies. “C’mon lady, get a move on.”

She scowls as she takes the reins. “I like Sadie, not lady.”

“I know. So you get everything?”

“I think so.”

“And some… new clothes, I see?”

“Don’t start,” she sighs, the heat returning to her voice. “I can wear what I damn well want. Like I told you, my husband and I shared all the work. I wasn’t some little wife with a flower in her hair baking cherry pies all day.”

“Yeah, I don’t doubt that. You sure look the part now. Won’t be long before you’re smoking cigars and playin’ the harmonica.”

“I’ll have you know I used to love playing the harmonica before… well… my house and everything I owned got burned to the ground.”

“I know... I’m real sorry. About what you… you know. Maybe I’ll keep my eye out for another one.”

“I don’t want no pity,” she snaps. “Just… treat me equal and know… nobody’s taking nothing from me ever again.”

Arthur hums in comradery. “Just don’t kill the camp cook…”

A horse gallops up alongside you. “Hey there! What are you folks up to?”

“Just heading home,” says Arthur casually, adding a quiet “keep it cool, Sadie”.

“You’re in Lemoyne Raider country. You need to pay a toll to pass through here.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?” The hairs on the back of your neck prickle at the anticipation of conflict. You realise with a sinking stomach that you’re completely unarmed. “How about you pull over right now?”

“Pull over?” he repeats incredulously. Your eyes scan the bags and boxes around you. There has to be something here that can double as a weapon of some kind.

“That’s what I said.”

“Hey!” calls Sadie coolly. “How’s about this?”

A pistol cracks and the Lemoyne Raider cries out in pain. She ushers the horses on with a Go, go, go! as Arthur stands up, drawing his revolvers and firing. You duck down as bullets fly over your head, your hands scrambling for anything that could be of use.

“What the hell was that?” cries Arthur furiously.

“They was gonna rob us!”

“A new pair of pants and you think you’re Landon Ricketts!” He curses loudly as more men run out in the road ahead.

“I’m gonna run this son of a bitch down!” she shouts, pulling the wagon over one raider and off the road.

“Well you wanted to see some action, lady, now you got your wish!” Arthur slings his longarm from his back and shoves it in your direction as he continues to fire. You can see more men coming out from between the trees and you take aim, knocking them down one by one as Arthur clips off any extras over your head.

“You alright there, Sadie?” you shout over the gunfire. Arthur is still firing behind you, but she’s out of your line of sight from where you’re crouched behind sacks of grain.

“Of course! You think I can’t handle these fools?” You don’t retaliate and you can almost hear her voice aim at Arthur. “Told you I could shoot a gun, didn’t I?”

“I don’t remember asking you to prove it,” he grunts, tossing you extra ammo just in case. The last bastard is fleeing south down the dirt track. You take aim, but he’s out of range.

“Yeah you run, you goddamn coward!” screams Sadie before taking a steadying breath. “I think we’re good here. Nice shooting. I’ll drive us back-”

“No! Pass those reins here!”

“Why?”

“Because you’ve caused enough trouble already.”

She doesn’t find grounds to argue, instead looking back at you, her face straight and unreadable. “We showed those bastards, huh?”

“Remind me not to get on your bad side,” Arthur scowls.

“They was clearly plannin’ to bushwhack us!” she argues, facing forward again.

“You did good, but that’s a lotta mess to make near camp. Hope it don’t bring anyone sniffin’ around.”

“Are you gonna tell Dutch?” she asks mockingly.

“Maybe… if he asks. But, maybe not.”

“So who did they say they were? Lemoyne Raiders?”

“Yeah, somethin’ like that. Who knows… Anyway, don’t you go ribbing Pearson about that letter.”

“How dare you? I wouldn’t dream of it!”

“Riiight, you wouldn’t…”

“I have travelled widely, making no small name of myself…”

Arthur laughs. “I won’t be giving you no mail to post any time soon, that’s for sure.”

She chuckles too. “I just wanna peak in that journal of yours. The mind boggles.”

“Not a chance…”

“You didn’t get yourself killed then, Miss Adler?” calls Pearson, strolling over smugly as Arthur pulls up near the horse station.

“Not quite,” she responds truthfully.

“Well, I’d like to say I missed your refined conversations, but I’d be lying.”

She accepts the box shoved into her chest without complaint. “I… I enjoyed myself out there.”

“Yes, we err… Mrs Adler did ok!” He holds up his arms and lifts you down gently by your waist.

“At shopping?”

“Yes, at shoppin’...”

The double meaning doesn’t go unrecognised by Sadie who thanks him with genuine gratitude.

“Don’t mention it. I would ride with you again, Mrs Adler, if you will ride with me.”

“Maybe,” she laughs. “If you prove you can handle yourself.”

“Well, they say I lack finesse, but I ain’t afraid of gun smoke.”

“We got this, Arthur. You’ve already done me a big favour today.” Turning to you with a smile, Arthur accepts the repeater you proffer. It’s best to remain unarmed for now - there’s no need to risk one of your lesser fans finding an excuse to regard you as a threat. “Okay, Miss High and Mighty. And… nice pants by the way.”

“You okay there, Y/N?” He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in close to his side. “You manage to find something too?”

“Just about,” you admit. “Had to put in an order. How long do you think we’ll be around here for?”

“Until we can’t most likely. Everything alright? They didn’t catch you or nothin’, did they?”

“Of course not, Arthur.” Your weak smile is genuine and heartfelt at his concern. “I’m not above shouting when I’m shot.”

“‘Course not.” He rubs your back, leading you back to your shared tent. “You gonna try them on, or what?”

“Nah, I figure I might as well make the most of still being able to fit in this stuff, even if it’s only for a few more days.”

He laughs, pulling you into a big hug. “Fair enough.”

From under his arm, you spot the rousing attention of Herr Strauss nearby. You nudge him in warning, but it’s too late.

“Ah, Herr Morgan! How are you enjoying yourself out here?”

“Well enough, I guess,” he replies gruffly. “And you?”

“Well, it turns out the pursuit of freedom is not a cheap business. Not for us, and not for some of the locals.”

“Sharking, already?”

“I prefer to call it banking.”

“You ain’t the one handing out the beatings,” snarls Arthur.

“No, but I am the one feeding the women and children in the camp,” he retorts. “What choice do we have, Mr Morgan?”

Arthur sighs. “Ah, I don’t know. Well, come on then! Tell me who…”

You stop listening as Strauss reads off a list of names, and only tune back in to hear Arthur ask how many he expects to be able to pay.

“With enough encouragement, both of them!” he chuckles, his black eyes twinkling from behind the round spectacles.

Sighing, Arthur returns to where you’re sat on the camp bed. “I’m sorry, darlin’. I’d best be gettin’ on.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You stand up to kiss him. “The gang comes first.”

He grimaces at that, but doesn’t dispute it. You give him another kiss for good luck and wave him out camp before dropping the flaps, not missing the glare of bitterness from Sadie across camp.

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guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom · 4 years ago

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Hell and Back Pt. 2

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader

Peter Parker x villain!reader

Warnings: Language, hospital mentions, mentions of drug abuse, allusions to suicide, allusion to self harm, self deprecating thoughts, a gun, mentions of knives, mentions of the dead, anxiety, signs of abuse, abusive and toxic relationships, and fainting.

Word Count: 6.1k

Songs: Pleaser-Wallows, 505-Artic Monkeys, Sweater Weather- The Neighborhood, Daddy Issues- The Neighborhood, Paper Planes- M.I.A, We come running- Youngblood Hawke, Young dumb and broke- Khalid, Do I wanna know- Artic Monkeys, Break the Rules- Charli XCX

“I smiled, I know as much as we get into petty arguments or try to annoy each other on purpose but I’d go to hell and back for those girls. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.”

A/N: There might be some typos and grammatical errors sorry for those, I you want to be added to the Taglist just message me about or comment it. I’ll have a google form for it soon.

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When I saw my little sisters, that all went away. Sure I still called them a lot but nothing could compare to actually seeing them in person. Sapphire launched herself into my arms and I stumbled back a bit.

“I missed you too,” I said.

I hugged Aaliyah too. When I entered the apartment I heard voices. My dad’s and some feminine voice.

I walked in to find some woman who couldn't be older than 25 in my kitchen. Talking and laughing with my dad. I didn’t want to assume anything or start a scene so I just went into my room to catch up with my sisters.

We were talking about some kid who gave me a DMT pen once and I was tripping balls which I probably shouldn’t be talking about, but I want them to feel comfortable enough to come to me. Makes it easier to keep them safe.

Our dad opened the door and hung in the doorway.

“Hey… Y/N do you mind coming here for a sec?”

“Yeah sure…”

I stepped out of the room.

“Is something wrong?” It wasn’t often that he initiated a conversation that would end positively.

“No,no, not at all, I just want you to meet someone,”

When I entered the kitchen the same woman from before was still there. My dad walked over to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“This is my girlfriend, Camilla”

I knew it . I knew it! I was trying not to be hostile toward her every problem I had was towards my dad so I smiled and waved to her.

“Camilla this is Y/N,” he pointed to me.

“Well I’ll let y’all get acquainted,” He said before leaving the room.

I sat on the kitchen island and waited for her to say something first.

“Look, I would just like to put it out there that I’m not trying to replace your mom in anyway.”

“Thanks I appreciate it,”

“Also, are you okay now?” She asked in a low voice.

“Huh?” I questioned.

“Your dad said you ran away,” Of course he did “and I saw the news with your school at the Washington Monument.” So I guess she knew more about me then expected. Not surprised she was the one to ask me and not my so called dad.

“Thanks for your concern but I’m fine, and sorry to cut this conversation short but I’m drained.”

“Oh, okay, have a nice night,”

“You, too,”

I didn’t have time to think about anything. I just made it back to my room and face planted onto my bed. My whole being was sore including my brain. I didn’t have the energy to change my clothes, to shower, to think about my dad being a pathological liar or anything else that happened today.

I was awoken by my dad. I didn't know how long I slept but the sun was out. I can’t remember the last time I was able to sleep while the sun was up.

“Hey we’re going out, for family bonding and I want you there with us,”

Family.

We ain’t ever been a family before why start now. Is what I really wanted to say but I sucked it up because again I hadn’t seen my sisters in a while.

The movie was really boring. If we’re being honest.

I pulled Aaliyah and Sapphire aside as my dad and Camilla were deep in conversation.

“You know how I was staying at Wade’s house right?”

They both nodded.

“What did dad tell you about this,”

Sapphire just shrugged and Aaliyah was the one to post.

“I dunno he didn’t say much like usual he just kinda said you just left,”

I felt my jaw tightening as I processed her words, my fist clenching by my side.

“Oh, oh okay,” I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth a couple times “Well I just want you to know I’d never leave y’all without a very good reason, and I never won’t come back,”

By the time we got back to the house it was around twelve since we watched another movie and went to a restaurant. Then got ice cream. This is the most money my dad could’ve possibly spent on me in a long time. I mean he didn’t because I didn’t get anything and bought my own ticket. I didn’t want him to be able to use the fact he bought me stuff against me. I’d gotten tired of the “after I’ll I’ve done for you,” excuse.

I couldn’t sleep. No matter what I tried I couldn’t sleep. I tried NyQuil, melatonin, and even tea. The tea really did more harm than good.

This was an extremely stupid thing to do so don’t follow my lead but I was bored.

I grabbed a lot of useless shit from the floor of my room and made my way to the roof. I poured hand sanitizer on it and set it on fire. Putting aside the fact that it was really weird the fire was oddly beautiful. I sat there watching it for a minute before stomping it out.

I was going to text my friend Carmen but I realized she was supposed to be asleep and I didn’t want to get her in trouble.

I ended up scrolling through Zillow for a while then that turned into me applying for like four jobs. In which turned into me making spamming multiple friends saying we needed to hang out.

While I was on Zillow there was a relatively cheap apartment in Queens. Which was close to my school. It kept drawing me in for some reason. I bookmarked the tab.

Before I knew it the sun was up. I figured if I couldn’t sleep I would go on a walk to the park.

When I got back to the complex everyone was still asleep except my dad who walked outside like he was waiting on me. He grabbed my arm, squeezing it tightly.

He basically told me I looked like a prostitute. I was running so my sports bra and leggings were actually pretty appropriate. He said that I was probably going out to fuck people and that’s where I always was. I opened my mouth to defend myself.

“Actually I was just going to the-“ I was cut off by a sharp sting on my cheek.

He fucking slapped me. Hard at that. He then grabbed my arm even tighter than before dragging me into the house.

I don’t know what hurt worse my face or that fact that I wouldn’t be able to blame him being drunk on all the times he’d hit me before. He was just an ass.

By the time I made it back to my room it felt like my body was burning itself from the inside out. My face was red and so was my arm from my elbow to almost my wrist. To try to cool myself down I took a cold shower and took some Tylenol.

I still couldn’t sleep but tonight it was because it was so hot. I really needed a fan in my room. It was already 6 so I just decided to get a head start at the school. Not without taking pictures of my bruises before covering them with green concealer and foundation. I wore a hoodie for good measure.

I felt dizzy and decided it was probably best not to skate at the moment and I’m 90% sure I fell asleep on the subway. Apparently we had an art project due which I had no idea existed in the first place so I wasn’t going to that class today. Even though I did truly love Ms. Kramer. I was just gonna skip and go to Bri’s class. Which just happened to be chemistry.

I wasn’t surprised Mr. Cobwell asked no question when I walked in. I ate lunch in his class a couple times, he was chill. He continued on talking about Quantum Theory.

I made Flash move from his seat next to Bri which he immediately did. I guess he was scared of me now.

“Hey,” I said, placing my non bruised side of my face on the desk.

“Hey,” She whispered back. “What class are you supposed to be in?”

“Art,”

“Why are you there? You love art,”

“I’m not feeling it today,”

“Alright,” she nodded.

“Lemme use your AirPods,”

She reached into her bag handing them over going back to taking notes. That didn’t last long.

“What ya watching?” She asked.

“Bad Girls Club,” I smiled knowing she liked this show.

“What season?”

“7,” I whispered because now I felt too weak to waste my energy on speaking. I placed the phone on my lap and she took the other AirPod and before I knew I class was over with Tasha throwing trash everywhere.

I figured I was feeling sick because my blood sugar was low or something so I drank some Apple juice at lunch and called it a day.

Now time for Physics. I hate physics. Why would science ever require so much math?

It was so hot. Like on the face of the sun, hot but I couldn’t take my hoodie off because I felt like I’d sweat my foundation off.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked me “You look pale,” I swear if he doesn’t learn to mind his business.

“I’m fine,” I told him, not sure if I was trying to convince him or myself, I gestured to his notebook. “Do your work,”

“Alright fine,” he said reluctantly, glancing at me once before getting back to writing whatever we were supposed to be doing down.

I pulled my hoodie back over my head and sat up in my seat about to try to do my work again. But it was so hot and I was so dizzy that I couldn’t focus.

The world began to swirl and I knew the switch in my brain was going to flip off. I just didn’t have time or enough energy to tell anyone.

When I woke up I was in a bed in the nurse's office and the first thing I noticed was I didn’t have my hoodie. Shit. I used to make fun of people for passing out because how does your own body clock out on you? Until it started happening to me like last year.

I went into the bathroom and sure enough the giant bruise on my cheek and arm were kinda visible.

Again shit.

I patted my forehead with a cold paper towel because the nurse’s bathroom actually had paper towels unlike all the others, before the nurse came back.

“Hello, Are you feeling okay?”

I nodded. She smiled down at me before giving me water and checking my temperature.

“You have a fever,” she said after looking down at the thermometer “We called dad to come and pick you up but we got no answer. Is there anyone else that can come and take you?”

I shook my head, not trusting my voice.

I drank some more of the water before speaking up.

“I have a friend who’s at this school she could maybe drop me off?”

“I’m not sure if that’s allowed,” she said.

“You know what? Go back to class, get your friend and come right back.”

I pushed off the bed and headed out of the nurses office surprised to find Peter sitting on the bench outside it.

“Are you okay?” He asked me again

“Yes I’m okay” I nodded. Apparently I wasn’t as okay as I thought because I almost tripped over my leg trying to move. But Peter immediately reached his hand out to stabilize me. And I don’t know why that made me as angry as it was but I said “I don’t need you to help,” harsher than I need to.

“Sorry,” I said calmly almost immediately after.

“It’s okay,” He said scratching the back of his neck.

“If you don’t mind me asking where’d these bruises come from,”

“I fell,” was all I said. He looked skeptical but that was all he was going to get, I didn’t need CPS all up in my business. That’s also payback for him lying to me about “cat scratches”.

“Can you do me a favor?” I asked.

“Yeah, anything,” he said.

“Can you go get Briana from Mr. Dell’s class for me?”

“Yeah I’ll be right back,” he said before sprinting down the hallway. I giggled at his giddiness. It was still extremely hot everywhere my body was tingling.

Bri ran towards me

“Oh my god are you okay,”

“I’m fine, I just need you to talk to the nurse with me real quick,”

She apparently didn’t have her car with her today so she was a no go.

“I’m sorry girl,” she said, pulling me into a hug.

“It’s okay, go back to class now,” I said.

“Alright feel better,”

I walked back out of the office to find none other than Peter still waiting there.

“So what happened?” He asked.

“Looks like I’m walking home,” I smiled sarcastically. “Yay,”

“I can walk you home,”

“No, thank you”

“I insist,” I laughed again

“I still think that word is funny,” I said.

“Okay, now let me walk you home,”

We were walking in no general direction. No one but MJ and Bri know my address and I’d like to keep it that way.

“Wait, you need food,” He claimed.

We ended up at this place called Delmar’s Deli. I’d passed it a couple times while walking home and during my less legal “hobby”. I really wasn’t hungry at all. I took all of like two bites from my sandwich claiming I’d take it to go before throwing it away. It wasn’t bad, it was quite good, actually I just wasn’t hungry.

“My aunt is a nurse at an emergency room, she can check you out,” I hate anything that's anything like a hospital at all brings terrible memories, but I didn’t want him to know where I lived so I agreed. I’d ditch him then.

It took us a while to get there but by the time we did I had to stop and catch my breath. He offered to walk me home and got me food. What a Spiderman thing to do. I’d say I had much solid proof to go on by now.

“Peter!” The gorgeous brunette woman came over to the waiting room “What are you doing here don’t you have school?”

“Yeah but my friend-“ When her eyes ghosted over to my face she cut herself off. “Oh my God are you okay,” she referred to my bruises “What happened to you?”

“Did Flash do this to her?” She asked Peter and I had to stifle a laugh at that. I wish he would try to lay a finger on me.

“No, she just told me she fell, we’re here cause she fainted and I don’t know if the school nurse is very capable of actually helping,”

Is this a new thing Peter just decides to randomly worry about me for no good reason and forces me into taking care of myself. Because I hate it.

“Oh, ok,” She nodded her head. “Grab one of those questionnaires over there,” She pointed to the sign in table. “Are your parents going to come too?” She asked and I shook my head.

She and Peter moved over to the side and started talking about something I had no interest in. I grabbed the questionnaire and sat on the edge of the closest seat.

1. What’s your age?

That’s easy 15.

2. Specify your race

African American of course.

3. Select your highest level of education

Some high school

4. What’s your marital status?

Single never married. Unless you count that un-ordained wedding I once had.

5. Specify your employment status

A student.

6. Have you ever been treated in an emergency room (specify age)?

Yes, as a child.

7. Have you ever been rushed to the hospital? If yes, do you remember why?

Okay wow. Yes.

I sat on the cold bathroom floor, vision blurry from tears forming in my eyes.

“Y/N, you okay in there?” I heard my brother ask after lightly rapping his fingers on the door.

“Yeah, I’m okay!”

No I wasn’t. I wasn’t okay at all. In fact I was the farthest thing from okay. I glanced down at my thighs, you could see cuts from the night before and scars peeking out from underneath my shorts. I was sobbing at this point.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure if it was for myself or to everyone I knew I’d hurt by this. I already had the headache. I was just waiting for the rest of the pills to kick in.

I was holding onto the sink for support when the left side of my body started to feel tingly. The whole situation felt hazy. I was shaking hard before I fell, taking almost everything on the sink with me.

My head hit the bathmat and I could feel my heart slowing and hear my breath become shallow. I heard the doorknob jingle and that was the last thing before a feeling of true bliss and peace took over my body.

I could hear screams and sirens and I knew I was in an ambulance. Slowly I awoke with wires all over my body and an IV in my wrist. My limbs were dead weight, I couldn’t move.

A single tear fell from my eye alerting me off my surroundings. I quickly came back to myself. I made up the excuse of a family emergency and left.

I ended up halfway across the city. Then in Brooklyn visiting a friend.

I knocked on the window of Aaron’s apartment. I could see Miles sitting on the couch.

“How’ve things been over here?” I asked once I was settled on the couch as well.

“Uh, pretty tame, and you?”

“There was that whole elevator stunt and I almost fucking died which was fun.”

“Forgot you never take anything seriously,” He rolled his eyes.

I laughed in response “Well one of us has got to be fun for us since it’s clearly not you,”

“In celebration of me not dying I’m making sundaes,”

“Alright,” He said leaning back on the couch.

“Hey uh, When’s Aaron coming back?” I asked, getting the whipped cream out of the fridge.

“I’m not sure,”

This is actually like really fucking dangerous. Like it could kill me. It’s just I was already in pain and had a headache. I also wasn’t thinking. I’d already made the sundaes. I turned around so Miles couldn’t see what I was doing before I- Okay I’m not going to do this. Get it together God you’re acting like an addict. The amount of people who’ve died from inhalants were insane. There it is again death.

“Drawn anything new lately?” I asked, wanting to get my mind off of the topic of death that seemed to be plaguing my brain lately.

“Some small sketches,”

I got the text that’d I been waiting for. I’d been talking to Aaron for the past few days. I’m not sure how Miles would feel about that. So I haven’t said anything.

But I got the text.

Staten Island Ferry 3pm

I immediately popped up from the couch.

“I have to go like right now, it’s an emergency,”

I sprinted towards the door almost running into the punching bag in front of me.

“Y/N-“

It’d been a week and things were looking up. I had a great day yesterday without the use of any drug. But nothing good ever lasts too long. I didn’t have to worry about that now. What I needed to worry about, was getting Peter to stop falling on his ass.

I tried not to laugh at him and failed.

“It’s not funny,” he said, pulling me down with him as I reached out to pull him up. Soon he was laughing too.

I felt a vibration in my pocket and saw that Aaron texted me.

hey the results from the search came in.

what???? don’t play with me I’m on my way right now.

“Uh hey I gotta go sorry,”

“No it’s fine I probably should get home too,” He pushed off the ground reaching down for me.

“Do you wanna do this again tomorrow?” He asked a hopeful glint in his eye once we were both on our feet.

“Yeah sounds nice,” I smiled.

“Okay,” He nodded.

“Okay,” I echoed heading off.

Ned was being fucking stupid.

“NO!” I slammed my hands down on the table “You don’t stab anyone especially if you plan on using bleach to clean up the blood. At least use vinegar and lemon,”

“Okay, jeez,” he said reeling back, “How would you do it then?”

Before I could say anything MJ spoke up

“You could just use a needle full of air in between their toes, Their heart would fail”

“Orrr,” I said spinning around on top of the table towards Ned. “You could overdose them on potassium and by the time the police get there the potassium in their blood is back at a normal level,”

“Yeah that works too,” MJ stated going back to whatever she was drawing.

“You guys scare me,” Ned muttered making me smile.

“Where’s Peter?” I asked and Ned pointed across the room.

There he was sitting by Liz. It was cute I knew about his little crush on her. I’m sure the whole school did. Glad it’s working out for him. However that did not stop the pain in my stomach.

I got up from the table because suddenly I did not want to be at school anymore.

“Where are you going?” MJ looked up at me.

I shrugged. In all honesty I had no I idea where I was going. Somehow I always end up at Wade’s house when I don’t know where I want to go. He wasn’t home but I had a key. I can’t remember if he gave it to me or I stole if we're being honest.

Clearly I hadn’t passed by a mirror in a while because damn. I look terrible.

My eyes were red and circled with a dark hue from lack of sleep. I still had a yellowing bruise on my cheek. I was pale. I looked to be on the verge of death.

I looked frail, like at any second I’d just fall apart.

It was so unfair. My bones dragged down my body. The pieces of my soul that were mined out and removed from my mind. There’s a hole leaving me forever longing and I cannot fill nor feel. Hiraeth, a beautiful word for a ugly feeling. longing for a home that I never truly had, a home in which I’d never return. I would like to drift to where my spirit lies. It’s in the eyes of you and me and everyone in between. Drifting on a small boat in the sea. Viridian. Yes! That's the place I would like to be, that's where my soul lies yes you see.

I kept punching his punching bag over and over again. Until I was on my back on the floor begging my lungs to allow air into them with Time (Is) by Solange playing on loop. Something put it into my head that I had to kill Vulture. I’d never directly killed anyone but that was gonna change. Having people killed or knowing someone was going to kill someone and not doing anything about isn’t killing anyone in my book, but I’m sure it would be in Spidey’s

That’s literally Liz’s dad though…

Okay maybe I’d just get him locked up. Great now I gotta be a snitch. That’s new. I showered not even caring about my hair now my curls were sticking to my face. I was freezing now though. I didn’t know whether to be glad that my body wasn’t on fire anymore or be upset that I was covered in goosebumps.

Wade’s laptop was sitting right there on his bed. I was only taking a shower but, I think I should be allowed to watch Netflix and he wouldn’t mind, I was already on his account anways.

After like 3 episodes into this random show there was a folder that was calling to me for some reason.

It’d be okay to take a sneak peek. I thought to myself.

I clicked on it and it was locked. I guessed the password in like three tries. He’s really gotta up his password game. It opened to multiple folders, one with my mom's name. Okay I had to click this then.

I opened it which opened to more folders one titled ‘In Case of My Death’.

Okay, okay cool my mother has had a video of what to do all if she died all along. This would’ve come in handy five years ago.

There were three videos with the names of myself and my sisters. I clicked on mine then paused it.

Then unpaused it again.

I couldn’t do it. Okay, yes I could. I played it again. As soon as I heard the beginning of the word “hi”. I shut the computer off. I couldn’t do this. Couldn't do it because I was weak, I couldn’t handle myself. I was stupid and weak and a fucking disappointment. Guess my dad had been right all these years. I knew there was always some truth to the words he spoke only a matter of time until I started acknowledging it.

I don’t remember coming home to the apartment. And I definitely don’t remember writing all over the walls of my dad’s room. But I had a marker in my hands and it looked like a toddler had gone to town.

Holy Shit

He was actually going to murder me, in cold fucking blood. I trashed, the living room area, his room, and then mine. I was not coming home tonight. Looks like I’d need to find a new home now. At this point that sounded like a pretty solid plan.

I text my sisters a quick text ‘stay at grandma’s house tonight dad is going to pissed like Super Sayian mode’ before grabbing my go-bag which was: a bag of the essentials, like hygiene a couple shirts, shorts, hoodies, pants, and of course the flash drive can't forget the flash drive.

The flash drive that’s driving me crazy. I’d yet to open it though. I knew I was crazy because I did all this while fucking sobbing.

I wandered around for hours. Making my way to Brooklyn, Manhattan, Harlem, AND actual New York City.

Somehow I still ended up at Olivia’s door at the end of the day. I honestly believe we were soulmates. Most people don’t know you get many soulmates in a lifetime. I think Olivia and I would be the karmic kind. A karmic relationship is meant to help you grow, but it is never meant to last—it's often playing out a bad experience from a past life. I’m guessing I hadn’t grown yet because here I was.

She opened the door after a second. I’m surprised she did because I used our special knock so I knew she knew it was me.

“I can’t fucking do this anymore,” I screamed in her face.

“You're the one going off and being secretive and shit, like you’re scared I’m gonna hurt you or something,” she yelled walking up the stairs.

I followed after her,

“Maybe you would hurt me. I don’t know you are insane,” I said, tears brimming my eyes.

“Just because you have fucking daddy issues, doesn’t mean you have to carrying them into every part of your life,”

“I have daddy issues?” I screamed soon turning into me choking on a laugh making an unhinged noise “Oh, I have fucking daddy issues, now? Oh, okay,” I nodded.

“Your parents didn’t even fucking want you,” I pointed at her. “At least my mom stuck around before she died,”

“You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“Yeah well right back at you,”

“You’re fucking psychotic! Literally you’re so much like your dad and you don’t even know it, You’re trying to please him and he doesn’t give two shits about you, Wake up Y/N! Wake up.”

“I’m hard on you because I love you so much,” She claimed, but her love was suffocating.

“Oh yeah? I asked “Well i don’t know how much more of this ’love’ I can take,”

“Fine then,” She screamed.

“Fine,” I said before she slammed the door in my face leaving me standing out in the cold crying.

That wasn’t even the worse we’d said to each other. It was the first but not the last time we’d break up either. I do believe we loved each other though in our own twisted way. Well at least I know I loved her.

“Hey,” She said softly as she could sense I was due to break at any second. My cheeks were probably tear stained.

“Hey,” I whispered back.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“No,” I shook my head. One thing I liked about her is I didn’t have to fake it around her, because masking my real emotions was so draining. At least I didn’t have to do it with everyone.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No,”

“Okay,” she said softly “My parents aren’t home, so you don’t have to worry about them,” not surprised.

I nodded before she grabbed my hand bringing me inside.

“I missed you,” she said stroking my hair as I laid on her bed, my head in her lap.

“I missed you too,” I wasn’t lying my head drifted to her from time to time. It wasn’t that I wanted to get back together I just missed her presence.

She smiled sadly at me running her finger over the bags on my eyes.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” She quotes.

“Yeah well, ’m not queen or princess and definitely don’t have a crown, so we don’t gotta worry ‘bout me,” I said.

“You’re a princess to me,” I gave a genuine yet tired smile at that.

“You can go to sleep, it’s okay,” She said.

That was the first time I was actually able to fall asleep and without medicine or having to go on a walk or do anything really.

I woke up in the bed alone only to find Olivia sitting at her kitchen island eating spaghetti.

She smiled when she saw me coming into view.

“Sleep well?” She asked.

“Yeah surprisingly,” How long had I been asleep for I wondered.

“It’s 10 pm,” She said, still being able to read me.

I made my way over to her and sat across her.

“So what’s really going on with you miss Y/N?” She questioned.

I shrugged “I don’t know, nothing,”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself? Cause I’m not buying,”

I explained to her how my dad was being weird and how I wanted to move out now. How I had pretty much vandalized the house. How I found the video of my mom. Just everything. Well maybe not everything I didn’t tell her about Vulture because I feel like she’d try to do something and I didn’t want her to get hurt.

“Oh wow, damn... holy shit. Are you gonna watch your moms video?” She asked. Huh I hadn’t thought about that.

“I mean of course I will, yeah,” I nodded “Probably, I don’t know I’m scared,”

“Wouldn’t you rather just push the fear back and watch then wonder the rest of your life what it says.”

I sighed. Can't argue with that logic.

“I’m assuming you came here because you need a place to stay?” She said.

“Yes, I need a place to stay just for a while but I don’t want it to seem like I’m just using you I can find somewhere else,”

“Now it’s fine stay as long as you need but my dad gets back at the end of the month and we both know he doesn’t like you,” She chuckled at the last sentence and I laughed too.

I was on the ferry heading towards Staten Island now. I knew the sale was for these weird alien shits but that's pretty much all I knew. I figured I’d sort of “out bid” the buyers then get rid of everything. By outbid I mean straight up steal. Some guy in a white pickup truck is officially my target. Thorn was still on hiatus. Meaning no knives unless you count the pocket knife I always had on me, no suit. I did have a trejo though, you know just in case. I couldn’t help my mind from drifting to Pop Smoke’s “I got it on me”. I let out a small laugh.

I was hiding behind some car waiting for a crack in the plan to slip in.

That was until Spiderman showed up. It’s like he had a sixth sense to ruin all of my plans.

Shit

Well abort mission. Just as I started walking around to get to the side of the boat. The van I was next to had Vulture literally coming out of it. I knew it’d looked familiar.

I made it up to the top deck looking down on everything unfolding. So a quick rundown, the FBI was here, meaning Tony Stark or someone with government clearance probably did something because I highly doubt that Spiderman, the Spiderman that I’ve seen hit a window like a bird while swinging, had any government clearance.

See now I was looking to find a good time to make my escape. That was until that purple alien shit started spewing stuff beams of light through the ship. And fuck, I look away for one second and the new Shocker guy was gone. I turned around and saw he was running in another direction. I chased after him the rubber of my sneakers squeaking on the deck.

I jumped down onto Shocker’s back sending us both to the floor before he pushed me off. I was definitely going to be sore tomorrow and I’m pretty sure I heard something pull in my leg.

He jumped off onto the Vulture and I knew I couldn’t do anything anymore. Not like I was just going to shoot them down in public. I saw the light shooting down the middle of the ferry. I was gonna make a run for it but the loud squeal noise was so loud I fell over. Soon I was slung back into what I think was a bench not entirely sure I just knew it hurt like a bitch.

I’m pretty sure I feel unconscious for like 30 seconds.

But that was enough because the boat had already split in half and I couldn’t get to the deck or a lifeboat. However Spider-Man was frantically trying to get it together.

I was trying to be hopeful because everything was looking up, as the parts of the ship got closer together but I think we all know the saying ‘what goes up must come down’

Over the ringing in my head I could assume that things were fixed because people were cheering. One thing that comes from cheering is movement and if I learned anything from the elevator it’s that moving in a very unstable metal death box is not a good idea.

The ship was falling apart again until it wasn’t. It was pushed back together by I could only assume would be our government clearance guy Tony Stark. I looked out the window and yep there he was.

As soon as I got on solid ground I called my sisters.

“Hiii!” I exclaimed. “Where are you, are you okay?”

“Yes we’re fine, and where at grandma’s house like you told us to go to where else would we be,” I could almost hear the eye roll in Liyah’s voice.

“Okay little Miss attitude stay there until I can feel everything out with dad,”

“Alright,”

“Okay I love you guys,” I said, getting a small “love you too” from Sapphire.

“I know,” was the response I got from Liyah. I almost gasped the audacity of this child.

“Say it back,”

“Say it back,” She mocked, evoking laughter from both sides of the call.

“Okay love you too byeeee,” She said hanging up.

I smiled, I know as much as we get into petty arguments or try to annoy each other on purpose but I’d go to hell and back for those girls. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.

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foradecision · 4 years ago

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THE TOWER, DAY 21 ; 7:03:54.

"yo, cap — hold up a sec.”

crane’s brows lift. he breaks stride halfway down the hall, turning back around on his heel to look at spike. “‘cap’?”

“yeah, you know. captain america. ‘cause of the whole straight - laced, boy scout vibe —”

he snorts. “kiss my ass, man.”

“nah, even better. got’chu a present.”

“oh yeah? it’s not even my birthday.”

“might as well be.” whatever he’s been holding is offered in plain sight, passed over once his strides cover the floor between them. “tried out a new recipe for the firecrackers. old ones’ll give you, what, ten, fifteen seconds? these babies, though — twice the juice.”

“no shit? thirty seconds?”

“yup, just about. means you’ll have plenty of time to get your white ass clear of whatever clusterfuck it’s in, and then some.”

he glances down, starts to tuck them into one of his pockets, then hesitates and catches spike’s eye again. “you sure you can spare ‘em? mine’s not the only ass out there every day.”

“got the prototype set up in back,” spike says. “for now, what you’ve got is all we got, but gimme a few more hours. we’ll have enough to go around.”

satisfied, crane nods and stores the firecrackers. “thanks, spike.”

“we do what we can.” a hand extended to grasp crane’s for a beat. “stay safe, man. next beer’s on me.”

“isn’t that shit communal?”

“hey, i take it back. go fuck yourself.”

crane laughs. the echo of it lingers on his face while he makes his way to the tower’s exit, but it’s quick to fade: the area’s empty, the doors unmanned. he throws a glance toward deniz who’s passing by with a crate of medical supplies, headed to the elevator that’ll take him up to sickbay.

“where the hell’s blake?”

“don’t know. it’s still early.”

“okay, and — ? c’mon, he knows better than that. last time he left his post, we almost lost a fuckin’ kid. do me a favor and track him down, huh?”

deniz nods and disappears around the corner. shaking his head, crane works the doors open and steps outside.

the rustle of a bird startled into flight greets him as soon as he does. two circle, then a third takes wing. hoarse, throaty cries, jarring in the dazed heat of early morning; they’re vultures, he realizes. that isn’t unusual. enough carnage in the slums to draw them, keep them occupied, their bellies full. what’s unusual is their proximity to the tower’s shadow. the courtyard’s kept clean — as clean as it can be, at least, but that means it’s routinely swept of biters, their carcasses tossed past the wall. cloudbursts and regular storms do enough to wash away most of the blood.

forehead creased to a furrow, crane steps further out and lifts a hand to block the sun. the vultures do another lap and three more join in. there’s a noise from somewhere that sounds like a slow leak from a water pipe. the fuck ... ?

he jogs down the stairs and does a full turn so he’s facing the tower again.

that’s when he sees it.

three floors above ground level, dripping gore onto the concrete. that’s where the noise is coming from. that’s where the birds are congregating.

“what the ...”

blake’s voice rings out across the yard. mesut, another of the watch, is in tow. “hey, i don’t know who died and made you boss, but last i checked it was brecken who called th—”

“shut the fuck up and look at this.”

“what? listen, you’re —”

“hey!” crane parrots back sharply. “you wanna come down here and explain how the fuck this happened?"

the two men filter outside and follow the trajectory of his gesture.

“holy —”

a body. the corpse of one of their scouts, gutted, strung up from the window guard with what looks like a combination of cable and rope. intestines spill from the split of her eviscerated stomach, hanging like streamers. like the whole thing is decorative. on display. crane takes the stairs again, two at a time, and lands a solid shove against blake’s chest.

“you’re goddamn lucky brecken’s the one in charge, ‘cause if it were me, i’d throw your ass to the fuckin’ biters right now. how’d you miss this, blake? huh? where the hell were you when they were stringin’ her up?”

“me? what, this is my fault?”

“you’re supposed to watch the fuckin’ door, blake!”

“i was! i stepped away for ten minutes, not even —”

“you don’t step away ever, you hear me? you do your fuckin’ job!”

mesut has to get between them, one hand braced against blake’s chest and the other held out, palm up, to crane. “guys, guys — c’mon, this isn’t helping. stop. take a breath. we need to go inside and tell —”

“yeah, why don’t you get on that,” crane grates out, still glaring daggers at blake. “in fact, while you’re at it, get me a fuckin’ ladder, too.”

“a ladder — ?”

“jesus, do i have to spell everything out for you people? you think we’re gonna just leave her up there for the vultures? no. no, i’m cuttin’ her down. get the fuck out of my sight, blake. i mean it.”

but cutting her down is only easy in theory, not in practice. the bindings are tight. between the deadweight, the birds, and the sheer butchery of her condition, maneuvering her to solid ground — to the tarp he’d laid there beforehand — is a grisly, strenuous task. her name was defne. local girl, mid - twenties, used to be a competitive swimmer before the outbreak. healthy. slight, a head shorter than him, but all muscle, and fast as hell.

clearly not fast enough.

the abrasions on her wrists catch his eye. bruises that aren’t mottled, the way they would be if she’d already been dead at the time they were made. blood had rushed to the area, colored the skin underneath.

she was still alive when they’d hung her up there.

crane, by no means, has a weak stomach. if the things he’d seen during active duty weren’t enough for him to keep any physical response in check, the things he’d seen during his time in harran definitely were. bile washes up his throat anyway, pitches against the roof of his mouth. he has to tug the bandanna from his face and press his lips to the back of his gloved hand, forcing a thick, sour swallow, counting off seconds in his head as he wills the nausea to pass. the prickle of sweat all over him has little to do with the heat. but he counts, and it passes. a breath out and he’s focused again. on getting her wrapped, preparing her for transport to the nearest lot where he’ll be able to start a fire and —

something’s carved into the skin of her rib cage. easily missed at first, because of the blood. it’s an arrow; facing outwards, like it’s pointing to her back.

slowly, mindful of the gaping, weeping ruin of her stomach, crane turns her over.

“what th— what the fuck happened?”

brecken. coming outside, throwing his shadow across the tarp as he moves behind crane. crane, who hasn’t moved at all.

“brecken,” he says, guttural as one of the vultures. “it ...”

five letters, branded red, sliced deep into the flesh between defne’s shoulder blades. his name. it spells out his name.

more people are drifting outside, mesur and deniz, seth, buckshot — spike brings up the rear with deanna close to his elbow, edging past him to get a clearer look at the scene. the four boys are there, nate and peter, omar and rahim, and whatever’s being said, whatever collective murmurings pass through the group at large, crane doesn’t hear.

he rocks back on his heels and looks up at brecken, whose gaze is already aligned with his. it holds for a long, long moment, and then brecken’s turning to address everyone else.

“alright, all of you lot back inside — spike, get them out of here,” that’s a more direct command, and the ‘them’ in question — four stubborn kids — is ushered through the doors first amidst a chorus of griping complaints. “unless you hear me say your name,” brecken continues, “go back to your posts and stay there. deanna, meet us upstairs. jade — where the hell is jade?”

mesut starts to say something and brecken waves him off before he’s gotten out a single word.

“just fucking find her, yeah?”

“on it, boss.”

and still, crane hasn’t moved.

it’s his name. it’s his fucking name, on the skin of a dead girl.

“crane. hey.” brecken’s hand lands on his shoulder. “i’ll take her ‘round back. go on upstairs and wait for me.”

“you can’t carry her by yourself.” his voice is monotone, rasping at the edges. “i got it.”

deanna’s next. unsurprisingly, she didn’t go when she’d been told to. “we got it,” she says, already handling the tarp, and brecken joins in, the two of them wrapping defne up until crane can’t see the letters anymore.

all three get her moved from the yard. get her clear of prying eyes to where she needs to be. autopilot takes over and none of them speak to each other until the body’s burning and they’re gathered in hq, along with lena, spike, and jade.

at first, crane just listens. talk surrounding blake is what jade jumps on first, because it’s the second time he’s pulled this — that they know of — and for the second time, somebody else paid for it. speculation that’s more assumption about what happened, as if there’s any real uncertainty around who’s responsible. it doesn’t matter who made the call, or the cuts. it comes back to rais.

it always fucking comes back to rais.

“they’re trying to rattle us, make us weak,” jade is saying. “the timing of this is no coincidence.”

she means the lull that wasn’t a lull. that span of days following nate’s rescue, where the threat seemed to retreat; it wasn’t a victory. it was a tactical move.

“he wanted my attention,” crane says.

everyone stops, everyone looks his way. deanna’s the only one he makes eye contact with and even then, it isn’t maintained.

“this is all part of his sick game, don’t you get it yet? he left her for me. he wants me. and i’m gettin’ real fuckin’ tired of everyone else bleeding for it.”

“so — what?” spike says. “you gonna go after him yourself? that ain’t the play, man.”

“isn’t it?”

“the hell it is,” brecken puts in, and jabs a finger in crane’s direction. “don’t you even think about doing it, crane. not on my fucking watch. you go after him now, you’re giving him exactly what he wants.”

“fuck it, then!” crane’s voice gets louder and he steps forward so brecken’s finger jabs his chest instead. “hell, if that’s what it’s gonna take, he can have it! one way or another, i’m ending this — and you’re not gonna stop me, brecken. all due respect, man, but —”

“right, right, because making yourself a fucking martyr is the best course of action here, is it? don’t you square up to me like you’re —”

“what? like i’m what, huh?”

“you think i don’t want to see rais’ head on a fucking pike? you think all of us don’t want to end this?”

“yeah, well, it wasn’t your fuckin’ name they knifed into a goddamn corpse!”

“fucking hell,” jade bites off, at the same time lena gets in between the two men like mesut had done with blake earlier.

“enough, do you hear me? that’s enough.”

“oh, my god —” the growling vitriol burns crane’s throat. he backs off, swiping his jaw with the flat of his wrist, hands landing at either hip. he’s gearing up to pop off again but deanna’s right there with a palm at the center of his chest. he’s breathing hard, almost panting. “you know he’s not just gonna stop, right?"

“i know.”

“and i’m — just — what, i’m supposed to fuckin’ sit here with my thumbs up my ass, lettin’ him butcher his way through everyone in this place until he gets to me? is that it? is that the goddamn play?”

“hey. look at me.”

he’s so wound up that he damn near chokes on the next breath he pulls in, but he does as he’s told. this time, the eye contact is steady. the palm at his chest is steady. for a minute, it’s like the room’s emptied of every person except for them.

“blake’s off guard duty,” brecken says, clipped. “i’m putting a twenty - four hour watch on the fucking courtyard, no exceptions. spike —”

“yeah.”

“can you rig another fence trap for that gap in the wall?”

“way ahead of you, boss. just gotta reroute the generators without pullin’ too much power from the floodlights.”

“but you can do it.”

“’course i can do it.”

“good. get it done.” his eyes scan each face in turn. “jade, radio any other scouts in the field and tell them to pull back. i don’t want anybody else leaving until we’ve set up reinforcements. the rest of you, inventory and perimeter checks. find out where that prick blake is hiding,” this, to deanna, “and tell him if he isn’t standing in front of me in the next half - hour, he’ll lose more than just his job.”

then he looks at crane.

“you, stay here. we’re not quite done.”

#battle journals.*#i. do not go gentle into that good night.*#here we goooo

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gretvvvnfleet · 6 years ago

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Familiar Faces (Ch. 3)

Josh Kiszka x Fem Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Texts sent between characters will be written between brackets [ ] Thank you for the patience with these updates and all the feedback! Much Love.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

You realized that you had your mouth hanging open and hoped no one else around the table had noticed. Feeling the heat creep up from your neck and to the core of your cheeks, you quickly averted your eyes back to the messy crust bits upon your plate. No one else at the table seemed to pay any mind to the conversation with Jimmy, with your father returning to his paper and your mother cooing at Ollie to finish his food.

“You alright, sis?” Robert smirked while shoving a fork full of salad into his mouth. Your tension only amused him, but he was the only one who really ever seemed to pay any attention to you.

“Just gotta,” you began scooping your scraps and silverware onto the center of your plate, rising from the table and taking a final big gulp of the soda in your cup.”Gotta call Mags. See you in the morning”. You swiftly maneuvered yourself around the table, tossing the trash away and dumping the cup into the sink.

“Will you work again tomorrow, y/n?” your dad called as you started towards the front door and rounding the mast of the corner of the stairs.

“Sure thing!” you began hopping the stairs, skipping each step in between.

“Goodnight?” your mom called out.

“Night!” and with one swift motion you closed the door and hopped down on your bed, sitting at the edge and holding your phone gently within your hands. You reached into your front pocket and retrieved the crumpled scrap of notebook paper that Josh had handed to you earlier. Observing the simple little numbers, everything started to feel too surreal to you. You ran the interaction from earlier through your head over and over again until is seemed like none of it had even happened. You sent yourself into a spiral, not sure if you were even sane or completely overreacting.

“Hey”, Robert knocked on the door twice as he opened it, not giving you much time to hide the evidence in your hands. You jumped and scrunched the paper within your sweaty palm, placing it behind you on the bed and leaning back to try your best and look naturally comfortable.

“Hey”, you smiled. Your heart pounded in your chest, so desperate to break free from your rib cage and hide away forever.

“Just wanted to make sure everything is okay. I’m sorry about the table, I was just teasing, yanno”, he only stuck his head through the crack in the door, never releasing his tight grip from the doorknob.

“I know”, you smiled again. You just wanted him to leave more than anything but the last thing you ever wanted to do was hurt Robert or give him any inclination that you were mad at him.

“Okay… just checking. Night”, he nodded with a weak smile and backed away from the door, slowly closing it. He was probably hoping you’d stop him and confess everything that had happened that day, but you didn’t. You stared at the door intensely until you heard the click of the knob and jumped up to lock it immediately.

With a sigh, you returned to the bed and released the slip of paper from your sweaty grip. The numbers smudged slightly from the sweat mixing with the pencil markings but everything was still legible enough to type the number into your phone.

“Shit…” you stared at the cursor blinking within the text bar, not really sure what to say. You typed out multiple versions of the same thing, but overthought every ‘hey’ and ‘hi’ and didn’t want your exclamation points to seem too overbearing. Laying back onto your bed, you held your phone over your chest, feeling it move with every rapid heartbeat pounding its way through your rib cage.

“It’s now or never, y/n”, you sighed, lifting your phone to finally type a text to Josh.

[ Hey Josh, it’s Y/n ]

With bated breath, you watched the blue bar scroll across the top of the screen and a small ‘delivered’ appeared just beneath your text. You watched the screen for another few minutes, hoping that maybe he’d have his read receipts on, but nothing ever changed. You threw your arms down on the bed, outstretched on either side of you in a T position. Your phone fell from your hand and onto the floor, but you didn’t care. You were exhausted. This day had been more eventful than you could have ever imagined. You closed your eyes, once again dreaming of the events that had occurred only hours before, as you lightly drifted off to sleep.

Buzz Buzz

You jolted awake at the sound of your phone buzzing against the hardwood floor of your bedroom. Flipping yourself over you tried to reach for your phone from your bed but only ended up falling completely on your stomach and onto the floor, causing a loud thud to fill the house. You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep for, but the call out from your mother across the hall assured you that it wasn’t too late.

“Y/n? You alright?” you heard her call from her room, presumably sat up in bed and reading.

“Yeah mom! I’m okay!” you hastily grabbed for your phone and flipped it over, the bright light momentarily blinding you. Only 45 minutes had passed since you had first texted Josh and you fell asleep. Now, on your screen, a text notification with his name on it appeared before you. You unlocked your phone with a shaky hand and eagerly read the text.

[ I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong number… ]

Your heart dropped and a clump formed in the back of your throat as you panicked. You got up from the floor and rushed to the scrap of paper left on your bed, scanning the number numerous times and checking the contact you had entered earlier. The numbers matched but you thought maybe the smudged 1 you had entered was actually a 7.

[ Oh, I’m sorry to bother you. Wrong number. Sorry. ]

You replied and felt so embarrassed. You knew this person would never know who you were, but the thought of them making fun or showing the conversation to their friends or spouse made your stomach churn. You wished it had gone better than this. That you hadn’t smudged the page, that you had given Josh your number in return, or that you had called instead. Maybe you could ask Jimmy for Josh’s number, but you didn’t want to be questioned or found out.

Your phone buzzed again in your hand and a notification from “Josh” popped up again. Turning your face in confusion, you opened your phone again to read the message.

[ Gotcha ;) Sorry, I had to ]

[ Joshua! You had me thinking I couldn’t read numbers for a sec there. Screw you. ]

[ Hahaha, you made it too easy y/n! ]

[ Now how can I even trust you? I’m still not even sure it’s you. ]

[ I can prove it ]

Instantly your phone started buzzing with an incoming Face Time call from “Josh”. Your heart jumped and you looked around your dresser for your headphones. Plugging them in, you sat against the headboard of your bed, fixing a piece of hair behind your ear before hitting accept. It took a moment for the call to connect, and you eagerly looked to your phone, hoping it was actually Josh who was calling.

“Well hello there pretty lady”, Josh appeared on your screen with a huge grin spread across his face. He appeared to be in the same position you were in, sitting up against his headboard with an arm bent and resting behind his head.

“Oh thank god”, you laughed in exhaustion. You were so glad it was actually Josh and should have known he would have pulled a joke like that.

“Well I’m glad you’re happy to see me. You seemed a little down when I first texted you”, he teased.

“Well of course! I Thought you were some random person getting an annoying text late at night. I was so embarrassed”, you covered your mouth as you laughed at yourself. Seeing you this way made Josh spread the biggest smile across his face. His laugh rang through your ears and you admired his face as his eyes scrunched in laughter. Each laugh causing his phone you bounce within his hand on his chest.

“I know, I know. And I’m sorry for texting so late, I had to get some shit together for the trip tomorrow”.

“Oh, about that”, you hardened your face and cocked an eyebrow at him. “You didn’t tell me you were going on your trip with Gerald, Tim, your brothers, and my brother”.

“Your brother? Who the hell is your brother?” he sat up in his bed, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Well, by process of elimination, Dingus… the only member of the party I didn’t name-”

“Jimmy?!” his eyed widened as he realized who your brother was. He moved his hand from behind his head and slapped it against his forehead.

“Ding ding ding! Tell him what he’s won!” you teased, laughing at the still shocked look on his face.

“How is that even possible, he was one of the youngest in our class and you were only a year behind”. Watching his face contort in confusion was amusing to you and you only laughed more.

“We’re ten months apart, Irish twins”, you laughed. “Come on dude, we look the most alike out of any of my brothers”.

“Wait… Oh shit, you’re the L/n sister? Wow it all makes sense now. Wow I’m an idiot”, he laughed at himself. You could tell he was blushing behind his hand over his eyes.

“Yesssss”, you laughed along. You covered your mouth with your hand again and just admired his face through the screen.

“Shut up in there”, you heard Jimmy’s voice followed by pounding on your door that caused you to jump.

“Sorry!” you called back. “Fucking snake”, you mumbled and rolled your eyes. You leaned over to the light switch by your bed and flicked it off, returning to Josh who was chuckling to himself.

“A little harsh there?” he teased.

“Me or him?” you shot back laughing. “He’s just tired and has a big adventure ahead of him tomorrow”, you teased.

“I can relate”, Josh began to stretch his arms out, letting out a loud moan. You felt heat rising in your cheeks at the mere sound of his primal noises being released from his body as he stretched and sunk deep into his bed.

“You should, uh, go to bed then”, you rolled your eyes, trying to play it off as if you hadn’t just internally lost your mind.

“Why don’t you go to bed”, he asked in a tired voice. Hearing his voice like this returned the heat to your cheeks and you shook your head to laugh and avert any gaze upon your face growing red.

“I’m not tired”, you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Oh excuse me. I just figured the hardworking camera shop lady would have been tired after a productive day”, He returned the gesture, sticking his tongue out and laughing. His face was simply irresistible and he knew it. You chuckled and stretched your arms out, actually feeling your eyelids grow heavy in the darkness. You slumped down into bed and rested your head on a pillow and propped your phone up against the pillow next to you. He did the same, making it seem like you were each lying next to each other.

“I mean, I do have work tomorrow, I guess I should go-”

“No”, he blurted out. “No”, he chuckled, noticing how aggressively he had said it the first time.

“Well are you just gonna lay there and stare all night?” you teased, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear that had escaped as you got comfortable in bed.

“Wouldn’t that be nice”, he winked, and immediately reached for something off screen. Fumbling for a few seconds in the dark, he pulled a small cassette player into view and began inserting a cassette into the port. “Before you go, I want you to hear this song. It’s been stuck in my head all day and, I dunno, I think you’d like it”.

He fumbled with the volume and a few buttons before a song began to play. Wild World by Yusuf/Cat Stevens began to play into your headphones. You had heard the song sometime before among the records your dad used to play throughout the house, and it brought a smile to your face.

“You know this one?” his head perked up a bit.

“Kind of. My dad used to play it, I’m sure. I like it”, you rested deep into your pillow and took one last look at Josh’s face before you felt your eyes grow heavy and you drifted off to sleep to the music and an occasional rustle of the blankets coming from Josh’s side of the call.

You woke up in the morning to your alarm. Your phone was still perched up against your pillow but the screen was black. You turned off the alarm on the clock upon your desk and took a few moments to fully wake up. Looking back down at your phone you noticed a text notification from Josh a few hours earlier.

[ Hope I didn’t wake you with the ding… You drifted off to the song last night. I’m headed out now with the boys, super cool manly shit. Won’t have service till we get back Monday. But I'll keep you updated when I can :) ]

You smiled at the text and felt butterflies start to move around within your stomach. You thought better than to reply and run the risk of Jimmy seeing his phone or whatever other stupid scenario played out in your head at the thought of Jimmy finding you both out.

You began to get ready for work that day and dreaded the next few days that would be empty without talking to Josh until he got back.

#familiar faces #josh kiszka #Greta Van Fleet #writing #fanfic

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komowah-blog · 6 years ago

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Tied | Borusara Fic~

ahhhh, nights out series will come out soon, tmr or today. just wanted to make this fic. ill use this as a prompt.

Summary: The girls capture Boruto Uzumaki, questioning him to see if he’s perfect for Sarada Uchiha. Sarada doesn’t know about this... Oh boy, how will this end?

Genre: Fluff and a lil of angst.

Rating: T+

Word count: 1,599

Character count:9,101

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Warnings: Language

I don’t do beta-reads so please reply if I made any mistakes!~

It was a new day, Sarada Uchiha, the heir of the Uchiha clan. She was hanging out with the girls; Sumire Kakei, Namida Suzumeno, Wasabi Izuno, and ChouChou Akimichi. They all were close to the Uchiha. And there was also, Boruto Uzumaki’s group. Shikadai Nara, Inojin Yamanaka, Mitsuki, Iwabe Yuino, Denki Kaminarimon. Both of these groups had mostly someone who lead it, and inspired everyone of them. For the boys, it was the Uzumaki. For the girls, it was the Uchiha. They all just had.. like a quirk. Everyone around them just felt almost connected to them, y’know?

“ ‘And then, he grabbed my hand..’ Sumire, what the hell is this?“ ChouChou furrowed her eyebrows to her with a glare.

“N-Nothing! It’s just...Imagine Kagura if he would do that to one of us! He’d glazed to us, with the sun behind us...! And then, lean one of us to a kiss, and then get a good grip, and hug him tig-”

Namida scratched her back and throwed a comment at her,”Sumire... you’re obsessed with him.”

“Kya! I’m n-n-not!” Her face was totally wrong for what she said, it countered her statement physically. Poor Sumire. ChouChou noticed Sarada, she was lost in her own thoughts. She kept on looking at her, and poking at her.

“You keep on saying that Sumire!” Wasabi also joined the argument between those two. Her headband threw a shine before she looked at those two. The conversation kept on going on, and Sarada still no response of her saying to the rest that Sumire is fine. This usually happens, but not today? What’s going on with that little Uchiha? ChouChou couldn’t handle it anymore and kept on glaring at her. Her eyebrows changed into a irritated expression. She DESPISED when Sarada was like this. ChouChou then roared,”Sarada!” Sarada blinked twice and then looked at ChouChou. The others stood quiet, the scream that ChouChou frightened them. Sarada just looked at the sight of a furious Akimichi. And boy, when they were mad, they can one-shot you and destroy millions of buildings. Especially when someone said the f word... (fat)

“Uh...ChouChou? Is there a problem?” her glasses released a shine, one side going to another. It fogged up her glasses by how embarrased she was, releasing a tear of sweat.

“I-Is there a problem?” Sarada was feeling sheepish, and ChouChou the opposite. She was unhinged and upset.

“Bitch, what do you mean if there’s a problem? You’re supposed to tell us, what the hell was that expression you just had?” ChouChou was boiling, she was like a red pepper.

“ChouChou..! Calm down!” Wasabi had the courage to say something.She put her arm around ChouChou’s to signal that she’s overreacting. Sumire and Namida were in shock, they’ve never actually seen ChouChou this mad. They see her swear all the time, but not have an expression or tone of voice.

“How the hell can I calm down when my friends are gloomy?” Namida was to say something, but her mouth closed immediately. Wasabi released her hand, and Sarada was petrified. She then fixed her glasses, and brushed her hair off the sides.

“So? What is it Sarada? Is there something you wanna tell us?” ChouChou leaned in closer, and cracked her knuckles. “Do you wanna pick a fight with her? Friends are supposed to comfort them, right?” a smile from the shadows appeared on a rooftop. ChouChou’s mouth opened, and her expression went into a frown. “No! I’m not trying to do that at all! But friends are supposed to tell them what’s going on right?” ChouChou then furrowed her eybrows,”Wait...Who the hell are you?” She crossed her arms and looked down. Sumire was worrying and shouting all over the place,”Uwawah! What’s going on..?!!!” because now, ChouChou isn’t acting like she’s crazy. “I think you know me, I’m pretty friendly. The name’s Boruto Uzumaki!” He finally walked out of the shadows, with a big smile. “You little motherfucker! You’re the reason Sarada’s acting like this, huh?!” ChouChou started to crack her neck. Sarada felt bad, and gave ChouChou a note, then flashed away.

“Huh?” Boruto was confused, why didn’t she give him a note. He was a bit jealous. “Bratty Sarada, only caring about girls..hmph.” Boruto looked away in disgust.

“The reason why I was spaced out was because my father isn’t coming home for about a year. He says it’s just him protecting us...” ChouChou gasped, and so did the girls. “Some dad she has!” ChouChou was mad again, jesus. but not that mad, because this isn’t her family. So she understood. But she also saw a picture fall off of Sarada when she flashed. Boruto’s eyes widened when she read that. He went closer to the Akimichi, and telling her to see it. She passes it off to him, and he furrowed his eyebrows. ChouChou went closer to the photo and grasped it. It was a photo of team 7. She started laughing, and the rest were confused. Sumire ran off somewhere with Namida and Wasabi when they weren’t looking, so she can calm herself.

“Look, Boruto! It’s a photo of you when you were younger!”, she had an evil grin on. “Huh? Lemme see!” He ran in closer and until ChouChou went even more closer, her hand went in a flash and hit Boruto’s head with some what big hands, not partial expansion jutsu. He collapsed and ChouChou was dragging him on the floor with his jacket. She released an evil laugh when they went to the forest of Konoha. She tied him up with a rope onto the tree. “Sarada would kill for a guy like you, huh?” She was talking to herself at that time. She reached in her pockets and grabbed her phone. She dialed class rep, Namida and Wasabi.

“Time for a mission, girls. It’s called Sarada Uzumaki.”

“Sarada Uzumaki?! Eh? isn’t that Boruto’s last name?! Kyah!”

ChouChou released a sigh,”Yeah, she’ll be an Uzumaki soon.”

“Give us your location!” Namida said with excitement.

“On it.” ChouChou pressed home and texted all of them where she was located.

“I’ll see you there in 2 minutes?” Wasabi informed them, then she hung up.

“Uwah!!! I’ll go there in a sec!”

“Same.”

They all hung up. ChouChou opened a bag of her favorite, chips. The salted ones, just regular. Soon after, Sumire and all of them appeared. Boruto just started to open his eyes.

“So what’s the details?” Wasabi then stretched her arms.

“Interrogate him. Let’s see if he’s perfect for her.”

“What? For who?” Boruto eavesdropped and closed one eye.

“Sarada Uchiha.” They all released giggles and it made them look super scary.

“Oh god..” Boruto released a sigh.

“You know ‘ttebassa, could you at least try to be nice?” he left a grin for them.

“You’re still breathing, that’s me being fucking nice, asshole.” ChouChou then cracked her neck in a threatening way.

“Jeesh. If Sarada hears this, she’d just be in love with me after all, I need to deal with you guys.”

“Shut it, Uzumaki!” the Akimichi was pointing to him.

“I’m sorry...!” Sumire whispered out to him.

Boruto left out a wink. And the rest were signaling that they can hear her...

“So, do you like Sarada Uchiha?” ChouChou sat down infront of him. Brushing her hair aside, in a diva mode.

“Hmm... I dunno. That’s tough. She nags me alot, though.” Boruto was actually cooperating? ChouChou and the rest widened their eyes. “Huh. You’re not that tough to talk. I envy you for that” Wasabi added. “If I had the chance, I would ask her out. Too bad she’s into Kawaki.” Boruto was blushing, and had a tone showing some sorrow. He looked away, and later added,”Just let me go ‘ttebassa..” ChouChou was suprised and giggling. “She’s not into Kawaki! Oh Kaguya, Wasabi is into Kawaki, not her. She actually likes you, but she also gets sad about you. Like when you get hurt, or sometimes when you make fun of her. She’s tough, but she has her weak spots, y’know?” ChouChou closed her eyes, and poked Boruto’s face who was super flustered. “Really? I have a chance?!” Boruto started to dance in the rope, like a little worm. His eyes brightened. “Just like a child... goddamn it Uzumaki.” Sumire, Namida and Wasabi flashed away in a second, just like usual... ChouChou released out a deep, she brought out a kunai and cut the rope. “Just go to her...” “She in her house, she’d be more than happy, Sakura isn’t home, either.”

“Thanks, Chubbs.”

“Uh-huh..whatever..” She was waving bye to him while facing the other way. he flashed away, and she left a smile. “Lady Uzumaki..”

Boruto randomly got flower, he probably stole them from the Yamanaka flower shop. Oh well, he’s friends with the owner, after all. He’ll pay sooner. He hid the flowers behind his back, and rang her doorbell. He could her the footsteps coming from upstairs to downstairs. His eyes brightened. The Uchiha opened the door, suprised that it was Boruto.

“B-Boruto?” She had her glasses off, she was resting. He looked away, and said,”Mrs.Uchiha... will you be my girlfriend?” He had the color of bright red all over his face. Sarada’s eyes widened, she then got embarrassed.. And grabbed his hand to pull him inside. He closed the door with his leg, and placed the flowers on the table. She then pulled him close, smashing their lips together. They were kissing for about 10 minutes, their mouths numb and on the couch now.

“I’m guessing that’s a yes?” Boruto grinned.

Sarada sighed ,”Yeah..”

In the window of all of that, Mitsuki and ChouChou were recording everything.

Thank you all for reading! Sorry if this didn’t have proper development.. It’s kinda late, but oh well!

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just-do-kyungsoo-it · 6 years ago

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BTS Tag Questions

IntI was tagged by @lux-astrorum (thank you lovely!! :)

1. First BTS song?

I think the first BTS song I ever heard was “Save Me,” but the song that made me stay was “Butterfly” which came up randomly on my playlist one day and I fell completely in love with it.

2. First Bias?

I think my first was...Hobi cuz he was so bright and cheerful my attention was naturally drawn to him.

3. Current Bias?

V aka Taehyung aka Tae-Tae. What an absolute sweetheart I just adore him so much and (gimme a sec to vent) I just love the way he sees the world and his approach to things. I think I let negativity get to me too often, and I see him as someone who actively tries to be positive; I just honestly admire him so much. Plus..his voice is awe-striking.

4. Put the members in order of your bias list.

I’ll just put my top 3 cuz I would feel SO guilty listing all of them out like that (I honestly love all of them okay). But my top 3 would be: Tae, Hobi, and Jungkook.

5.Favorite BTS song?

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! I’m going to say “Blood Sweat and Tears” just cuz I’ve honestly probably listened to that one the most. It’s just so amazing!

6. Favorite BTS song that is underrated?

I feel like “Butterfly” is underrated, just cuz that was the song that really got me into BTS and people just don’t...talk about it as much as I feel it deserves.

7. Favorite song of Wings?

Okay so Wings was a masterpiece of an album so that’s going to be SO HARD. But besides “Blood Sweat and Tears” I think “Lie” was my favorite from that album; I had it on repeat for weeks!

8. Favorite Song of LY Her, Tear, and Answer?

Her: “Serendipity,” which is interesting because when I first heard it I honestly didn’t like it. It’s grown on me so much and is on several of my playlists now Jimin’s voice is so beautiful.

Tear: “Singularity”: I had been waiting AGES for this kind of song for Tae, my heart probably stopped beating for a minute the first time I heard it.

Answer: “The Truth Untold,” which I understand is a fan favorite but honestly just found it the first time I listened through the album and fell in love with it - it is my honorary rainy day song.

9. Favorite Music Video?

Again, “Blood Sweat and Tears” was THAT comeback that I will never be able to really get over okay. Everything about that music video was perfection, the aesthetic, the styling, the storytelling tied seamlessly with the music itself: PERFECTION.

10. Favorite dancer?

Hobi, I can’t explain it he almost reminds me of a modern Fred Astaire because he seems to dance so freely and easily but then if you actually watch him he’s incredibly on point all the time.

11. Favorite vocalist?

I’m going to say Jimin (I still love you tho Tae) just because I always seem to fall for his voice in any of his solo songs - his voice is very ethereal and...wow.

12. Favorite rapper?

Suga, no question. I love his style.

13. Favorite hair color for each member?

Jin - While he pulls off platinum blond quite well, I will forever and always love Jin with his natural black hair color.

Suga - I loved the natural black on him too, either that or that kinda naturalish blond he had for his Agust D mixtape

JHope- The dark red he had for the “DNA” comeback looked SO GOOD guys

RM - I will never get over the light purple from the “Spring Day” comeback - it really threw me because I honestly didn’t expect Namjoon to look so good in like..lavender?? But he looked amazing

Jimin - THE BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS SILVER HAIR

V - He always looks amazing with the dirty blond hair in my opinion, especially with that headband look from “Mic Drop” or the mullet (no one come for me please it looked nice on him)

Jungkook - Tbh I haven’t really seen Jungkook with anything besides black or brown hair...but yeah those brown highlights they did were cute on him

14. Favorite Choreography?

Probably “Blood Sweat and Tears” or “Fire” - both of those had me watching the dance practices on repeat.

15. Favorite Ships?

I honestly don’t ship...sorry all lol

Tagging: @roryotk, @obviouslystillfuschia, @innocentlynik, @my-answer-isexo , @tangerine-jinani, @ksooquishy and whoever else wants to do this!!

#thank you so much for tagging me!#i love doing these they're a fun break from a long day #plus i get to talk about bts #tagged #me #bts

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is-this-a-skam-account · 6 years ago

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Shelter Chapter 2 by Shawnie1718 ao3

The next week, Lucas’s heat hits him like a truck. He had planned for it, since he had stopped taking his suppressants in order to trigger the heat. However, when he woke up, he was covered in sweat and slick and was overtaken by the worst headache in the world. Lucas quickly ran to the bathroom to take some Motrin for the cramps. He downed the pills two at a time and glanced in the mirror.

Lucas groaned and rubbed at his under eye bags. He looked like crap, which usually happens during his heats. He isn’t one of those lucky Omegas that tend to look like literal angels whenever they go into heat. However, Mika has said that Lucas smells like an absolute dream, which means his roommate has to wear a clothespin on his nose to avoid accidentally breathing in Lucas’s scent and triggering any of his Alpha instincts of domination to take over.

Lucas trudges back to his bed. He strips off his shirt and pants as he feels the fire inside him start to burn. Great, the best part. He whines involuntarily as he climbs back in bed, pulling his pillow close to him, his inner Omega crying out for some type of skin-to-skin contact. He just wants someone to roam their hands down his back and cuddle him until he falls asleep.

Lucas groans into his blanket. He hates being an Omega.

When he wakes up later in the afternoon, he absolutely reeks. He definitely smells like an Omega in heat. He reaches for his phone, the bright screen not helping his headache at all.

@srodulv sent you a message!

Lucas felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest. Eliott must have sent him something while he was asleep. Lucas eagerly opened up the message.

@srodulv: two weeks and one day!

Lucas smiled, the idiot was counting down the days until their planned meet-up. Good thing Lucas had his heat now, rather than having to move it around the meet up with Eliott.

@lucallament: wow what a romantic.

@srodulv: well, I have to be the romantic for both of us. All you like to do is make fun of me!

@lucallament: ❤️

@lucallament: is that better?

@srodulv: much 💕

Lucas purred. He purred. Has he ever purred before? Maybe once when he was ten.

As they continued texting Lucas’s inner Omega was sprinting around inside him. Begging Lucas to ask Eliott to come to his apartment. To hug him. To take care of him. Of course, Lucas did none of the above. He managed to suppress the urges and down another Motrin.

@srodulv: oh! I got another house plant by the way!

@lucallament: I wonder how long it’s going to take you to kill this one.

@srodulv: D:

@srodulv: do you wanna see it?

@lucallament: sure! Send a photo?

@srodulv: I was thinking more of a video.

@lucallament: that works too

@srodulv: well, more of like a video chat.

Lucas froze. How could he FaceTime Eliott right now? In the middle of his heat? Well, he is still in phase one. The phase where he just wants to nap 24/7, so his hormones haven’t completely taken over. Also, what would happen if he rejected? He didn’t want to make Eliott feel bad...

@lucallament: okay, give me one sec.

Lucas dashed around his room, placing anything away that may give Eliott a clue as to Lucas’s situation at the moment. He forced all his dirty clothes into his hamper, and nesting blankets folded neatly at the end of his bed. His inner Omega growled at the fact that he would have to rebuild the nest later, but it will have to suffice. Lucas quickly slipped on a clean sweatshirt before clicking the call button. His heart was pumping in his ears, making it seem as if his whole head was shaking.

Suddenly, Eliott’s face appeared on Lucas’s laptop and Lucas became hyper aware how much he, himself, looked like crap. And how goddamned photoshopped Eliott looks.

“Salut!” Eliott greeted.

Lucas smiled, “salut.”

Shit, this boy really is gorgeous. Lucas thought as Eliott’s image suddenly started moving. He had gotten up from some type of sitting arrangement. A couch? And walked into another room, flicking on a bright light.

“You look...cute?” Eliott questioned and breathed a laugh.

Lucas rolled his eyes, “if I look so bad I may as well just go.” Lucas said and threatened to close his laptop screen.

“No! No!” Eliott said frantically, “I just hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time.”

Lucas shrugged, not the best. “I just didn’t get much sleep last night.” And my butt is sticking to my pants and all I want to do is sleep.

“I’m sorry,” Eliott said, and it seemed like he’s genuinely sorry. Lucas swallowed the purr that was making its way up his throat. “Well, I hope my new plant can brighten your day!” Eliott said, his shoulders shrugging happily before flipping the camera around. “Tada!”

Lucas gasped and his smile widened, “oh! Forget-me-nots!”

He could hear Eliott chuckle from behind the camera. “Yeah! They caught my eye when I was at the store today. I was between them and a hydrangea.”

“What made you choose the forget-me-not?”

The camera flipped around and... was that a blush coating Eliott’s cheeks? “Well, it reminded me of someone,” his eyes found sudden interest in anything except the camera.

Holy shit this boy will be the death of him, “they’re really pretty.” Lucas said, trying to make his heart calm down. Doesn’t help that his heat is upon him, making everything that Eliott says, everything that Eliott does, resonate inside him. “Uh, anyways, why did you want to video chat?”

Eliott shrugs again and licks his lips briefly. Lucas feels victimized by the action. “I don’t know...I mean it’s lonely here in Japan,” Eliott laughs, “I guess I wanted a taste of back home. Oh!” Eliott exclaimed, nearly spooking Lucas, “I met a fan on the street and look what they gave me!” When Eliott came back into frame he was wearing a fluffy white bunny hat. And...were the ears flopping? Lucas felt like he was going to implode from cuteness overload.

Lucas bursts into laughter. But after Eliott places the hat back down, Lucas’s eyes soften. He can totally relate to the feeling when you’re far from home. When he goes out on tours, within the first couple weeks he already begins to feel homesick. “Well, if there is anything I can do to help you feel better...”

Eliott moves again, this time through a couple sets of doors and flops down on a...bed? “Would you sing me something?” Even though the bottom half of Eliott’s face is covered by a pillow, Lucas can still see the smile taking over his face and the crinkle of his eyes into half crescents.

Lucas feels anxious, stomach churning, palms sweating. “I...don’t know. My voice isn’t the best right now.”

“Then could you play something on an instrument for me?”

Lucas pauses, “sure. What instrument?”

Eliott shrugs again, “whatever is fine.”

Lucas nods and places his computer off his lap. He reaches for the closest instrument which happens to be his acoustic guitar. When he positions himself in front of the camera again, his heart is racing. He tries to avoid Eliott’s eyes, but it’s so damn hard when he keeps looking at him like that. Lucas strums a couple chords, and neither of them say a word to each other. It’s a perfect silence.

Lucas decides to play his rendition of City of Stars he had written for the guitar when the movie first came out. He was going to post it as a video, but decided against it. Once he finished he was finally able to look back up and meet the searing gaze that had watched him with the utmost interest throughout the entire song.

“That was...” Eliott began, but let his sentence trail off into an amused breath-y laugh.

Lucas shrugged, licking his lips as he put his guitar back. “It was okay. I haven’t practiced the piece in a while.”

“That was much better than okay! That was like, I don’t even know! Putain, Lucas!” Eliott exclaimed and ran a hand through his hair.

There was a silence that passed over them as Lucas looked down at his blanket, taking sudden interest in pulling at the tassels coming off. Finally Lucas asked, “what are you going to name your new flower?”

Eliott took his time to reply. And in that short period Lucas kept thinking how nice it would feel to have Eliott run his hand through his hair and maybe pull on it. Both in a kinky and non-kinky way. Lucas thought about how soft Eliott’s lips looked, and how he had natural bedroom eyes... “...Lucas?”

Oh shit, he had completely zoned out. Maybe the next phase of his heat was coming soon. “Ah, sorry. What did you say?”

Eliott chuckled, “I was saying I don’t really have any ideas. Do you? I mean I already have flowers named after all the seven dwarfs from Snow White, right? So I can’t name it after any of them. I could name it like...”

“Susan.” Lucas said plainly, which made Eliott burst into laughter.

“Susan?!”

Lucas shrugged, a smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, it’s my guitars name.”

That made Eliott freeze, “you name your instruments?”

“Don’t make it seem weird! I don’t name my plants!”

Eliott laughed again, and Lucas felt like he was getting high off the sound. “Fair enough. But you know,” Eliott pauses, “I was thinking of a name more along the lines of Lucas.” Eliott’s eyes flick up for a second to capture Lucas’s.

Lucas feels like he can’t breathe, and he tries to joke it off, “awe I’m getting a plant named after me! How sweet.”

Eliott smiles happily. Lucas swears he can practically see his tail wagging.

Lucas takes a quick glance at the time. The next phase of his heat will probably start in an hour or so, so he should end the conversation in about thirty minutes which will give him enough time to rebuild his nest and prepare...other things...

Eliott’s laughter pulls him out of his train of thought, “what?” Lucas asks.

Eliott shrugs, “you’re just so cute when you’re deep in thought.”

That’s something a boyfriend would say! Lucas dismisses the thought as soon as it enters his head. He clears his throat, “so, what about you, pretty boy. Do you have any other hobbies? Besides drawing.” Lucas meant for the “pretty boy” to come out more patronizing than it had.

“Awe you just called me pretty boy!” Eliott exclaimed and Lucas rolls his eyes. “Uh, but to answer you question, not really? I mean-“ there was a sudden ringing coming from Eliott’s phone which made his image freeze and flicker. “Shoot, Lucas, I have to go. Talk again soon?”

“Talk again soon.” Lucas said reassuringly and then, “two weeks and ten hours.”

Eliott smiled and his eyes turned up into little crescents. “Two weeks and nine hours and fifty-seven minutes.”

It was Lucas’s time to smile like an idiot, “just go, Eliott.”

“Bye, Lulu!” Eliott got out quickly before ending the FaceTime.

——

Phase two of Lucas’ heat felt like a tornado. Sometimes his mind couldn’t keep up with his body, and other times his body couldn’t keep up with his mind. He felt detached from himself every time another series of hormones hit him like a wave. Dragging him under, leaving him gasping for breath by the end.

Lucas would never admit it, but the only thing that kept him sane was imagining what Eliott would smell like. What it would feel like if Eliott’s nimble fingers grazed his scent gland. How it would feel if Eliott were to massage it until Lucas was puddy in his hands. Lucas wondered what it would be like to watch Eliott’s pupil expand until the very edges of his iris if he happened to breathe in Lucas’s heat scent. Lucas wondered if he would feel frozen in place, if he would be scared or perhaps excited. He imagined Eliott would have control of his Alpha instincts on a regular basis, but Lucas imagined Eliott perhaps letting go of the control in front of him, letting himself succumb to his dominating instincts. And Lucas imagined the after hours, after the heat between them died down. How it would feel to be spooned from behind, Eliott’s nose resting in the crook between Lucas’s neck and shoulder, mere centimeters away from his scent gland. His hands would pull Lucas close until all air between them vanished, as if trying to mold them permanently together.

#skam france

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nathankt · 6 years ago

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Day 11 - First Update (Results)

Kia ora Koutou,

Sorry for the late update, I’ve had Friends stay over the last weekend and never got around to updating, but better late then never right?

Before I get into my results for the week a quick run down of where I am and where I plan to be. My Weight as of Sunday (14/05/2019) was 150.5 kg. My goal weight by the end of all of this would be 110 kg, where I would then reassess my goals and look into either strengthening or losing more. Something to consider once I get there. My current daily calorie allotment is 2080 Calories with nutrition goals being Carbs 260g / Fat 69g / Protein 104g.

So my Weight as of Yesterday (13/05/19) was 147.9 kg. Which is a 2.6 kg loss which I was pretty happy with considering I had a few cheats this week. With a Birthday lunch I had for my younger brother along with friends coming up to stay with us over the weekend, I did end up having a couple cheat meals but also made sure to temper these by eating less in general over the week. Details of my Performance this week as follows (This is going to be long so feel free to ignore this. From now on I plan on doing updates daily instead to avoid the end of week updates being so long):

Day 1:

Gym Session at 6:30am:

- 5 min Treadmill (9 intensity, 0 incline non-stop)

- 10 min Treadmill (9 intensity, 0 incline, 1 min on 30 sec off)

- 18 min Exercise Bike (13 intensity, non-stop)

Overall a short but vigorous workout burning roughly 330 calories in 35 minutes. I would like to have longer sessions in the morning but they are determined entirely on my ride. Will need to look into solutions to extend this for better results. Over all happy with performance.

Food (Nutrition):

-Three Pepper Chicken Wrap (548 Calories, Carbs 51g / Fat 26g / Protein 29g)

-Homemade Spinach Wrap Pizza (472 Calories, Carbs 42g / Fat 20g / Protein 31g)

-Baked Pea Crisps 48g (223 Calories, Carbs 21.7g / Fat 10.8g / Protein 7.5g)

-Banana Berry Smoothie (275 Calories, Carbs 44g / Fat 4g / Protein 14g)

Total Calories: 1518 calories, Carbs 159g / Fat 61g / Protein 81g

Overall a decent day of dieting. Was GOT night where the flat typically buys pizza but I managed to compromise by making a homemade healthy pizza using a spinach wrap as a base. Overall pretty happy with today's Nutrition.

Day 2:

Gym Session at 6:30am:

- 20 min Rowing Machine (Max intensity, 4.8km in 20 min)

- 13 min Treadmill (9 intensity, 1 min on 30 sec off)

Gym Session at 7:30am:

- 5 min Treadmill (9 intensity, non-stop)

- 40 min PT session. Consisted off:

5 min Lunges/sprints / 5 min sprint speed run / 5 min sprint/jog / 15 min weight relay, 10 kg weights, x5 runs back and forth / 10 min rowing machine sprints, 10 intensity

- 20 min walk home

Overall a very intense day of working out. Burning roughly 600 calories total. PT sessions can be pretty intensive but ultimately satisfying. Overall happy with today's performance.

Food (Nutrition):

-Roast Chicken Sand-which (Rough Estimation) (500 Calories, Carbs 42.2g / Fat 11.9g / Protein 23.8g)

-Garden Side Salad (Rough Estimation) (153 Calories, Carbs 8.4g / Fat 9.8g / Protein 9.3g)

-Chunky Beef Stew (533 Calories, Carbs 50g / Fat 15g / Protein 9.3g)

-Baked Pea Crisps Original (223 Calories, Carbs 21.7g / Fat 10.8g / Protein 7.5g)

-Banana Berry Smoothie (275 Calories, Carbs 44g / Fat 4g / Protein 14g)

Total Calories: 1684 calories, Carbs 167g / Fat 52g / Protein 102g

Overall happy with today’s nutrition. Cheated slightly with the roast chicken sand-which as I am trying to tone down my the carbs however am still happy regardless when tempered with my exercises for the day. Overall happy with nutrition today.

Day 3:

Gym session at 6:30am:

- 35 min Exercise Bike (13 intensity non-stop)

A simple exercise today. using only one machine. A endurance session to increase my long distance capacity. Burned roughly 300 calories today. Solid effort.

Food (Nutrition):

- Three Pepper Chicken Wrap (548 Calories, Carbs 51g / Fat 26g / Protein 29g)

- Chunky Beef Stew (560 Calories, Carbs 70g / Fat 13g / Protein 42g)

- Baked Pea Crisps Salt & Vinegar 48g (218 Calories, Carbs 20.8g / Fat 26g / Protein 7.3g)

- Banana Berry Smoothie (275 Calories, Carbs 44g / Fat 4g / Protein 102g)

Total Calories: 1601 Calories (Carbs 186g / Fat 53g / Protein 92g)

Happy with todays Nutrition. Stayed well under calorie limit & Consumed a decent amount of Protein compared to Fat. Will aim to decrease Carbs. Overall happy with my nutrition for today.

Day 4:

No gym session today as Thursdays will typically be my rest days. Give my today a rest before the Friday session and Saturday PT session.

Food (Nutrition):

- Pulled Pork Burger (Rough Estimation) (516 Calories, Carbs 73g / Fat 7.8g / Protein 33.5g)

- Fries (Rough Estimation) (220 Calories, Carbs 40g / Fat 6g / Protein 7.3g)

- Baked Pea Crisps Salt & Vinegar 48g (218 Calories, Carbs 20.8g / Fat 26g / Protein 7.3g)

- Banana Berry Smoothie (275 Calories, Carbs 44g / Fat 4g / Protein 102g)

- Vege Crisps (Cassava) (44 Calories, Carbs 5.8g / Fat 2.2g / Protein 0g)

Total Calories: 1273 Calories, Carbs 184g / Fat 31g / Protein 59g)

Somewhat disappointed with today's nutrition. Took my younger brother out for lunch & I indulged in a pulled pork burger with fries. Trouble with going to restaurants to eat is that you cannot reliably track the nutritional value of the food so I will assume the worst just to be sure. I attempted to make up for this by only having a smoothie, and vege crisps for dinner. Remained relatively low in the calorie department but not happy with my nutrition. Could definitely be better.

Days 5/6/7:

These were wish washy days for me as these three days were the days I had friends come down from New Plymouth and from Christchurch so there was a fair bit of Drinking and Eating involved. Thankfully I was still able to stay under calories each day by staying away from snacking throughout the day or snacking whilst drinking. In regards to the drinks I kept to Coke Zero and Liquor which also helped in keeping my calories down. Also when we did go to restaurants I stayed away from heavy foods and kept to mainly salads or low calorie foods like the following:

Thai Veal Salad^

Subway Three Pepper Chicken Wrap^

So although cheating did happen during this weekend, I was able to change my habits to avoid over eating or over cheating.

The exercise was Decent. Had another Gym session Friday morning and had another PT session on Sunday which was pretty decent. We went through weighted sled pushes (80kg) and weight relay runs (Carrying 10kg weights) which built up a decent sweat. Overall a decent effort all round.

Week Summary:

Overall I was pretty happy with this weeks performance. Although I did end up cheating in the weekend with friends down, I was able to tone down the type of cheating that I did. Instead of indulging in Fat fulled restaurant foods I was able to keep myself to more healthier Salads, and instead of snacking on chocolates or Potato chips, I kept top smoothies or Vege Crisps. Not to mention I had a pretty intensive week of Exercise and gym sessions which also helped balance the extra eating. And with losing 2.6 kilo even with the not stellar nutrition I’m pretty happy with this performance. Gives me more hope for the weeks to come.

A blog update is that I may change things up starting next Monday so that I update daily rather than weekly and every Sunday I’ll give a summary of the week. Just stops these posts from being so damn long and It’s easier to track what I’ve done If I record it when its still fresh in my memory. So that’ll be the plan from the 20th of May on wards I believe.

Any questions about the dieting or the nutrition then feel free to hit me up and I’ll answer what I can. First week down, many more to go!

Ka kite ano!

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monomas-a-smug-bih · 7 years ago

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Apocalyptic Chaos VII: Sacrifices

Part 7

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Everyone went silent, horrified gazes burning into the pale boy’s bloodied arm. He huffed.

“I already told you... there’s nothing-“ I watched Jirou shove passed Kirishima, the pained look in his eyes made my mind swirl. My brain just couldn’t keep up.

This, this was really happening?

Jirou’s voice cut through my jumbled thoughts.

“SHUT UP!” She kneeled down and picked up the cloth I’d dropped to the ground. The blonde boy winced as she hastily wiped the rest of the blood away.

“H-he barely got you Kaminari, see?! So get up already so we can go!” The unusually solemn boy looked her in the eyes, giving a sympathetic smile.

“Come on, Jirou. You’re beyond cool enough to have read comic books before, a-and according to those-“

“Don’t be stupid you idiot! Those aren’t real- This isn’t-“ she paused, seeming to recognize how bad his arm had really gotten, how pale his face had gone. “This isn’t...” It was so quiet I heard the desperate squeak of her leather jacket for every unsure move she made. Her crooked purple bangs swishing as she looked up from the ground and snapped out of her daze. Everyone’s silence was soon invaded by hammering steps up the stairs, they were coming. The golden haired boy wiped Jirou’s bangs from her eyes.

“I can’t let you guys stay here Kyouka... according to- I- this isn’t going to end well...”

Izuku’s hush voice cut in, “Kaminari...”

I watched her grit her teeth, her hand gripping firmly to his shaky wrist and ripping it from her forehead.

“You can’t expect us to just- we can’t just leave you here!” She looked to me, then to the others behind us, desperately looking for someone to back her up, someone to say everything would be fine, but...

Soon enough I could hear the few that’d reached our floor, stomping and whaling madly. I looked over my shoulder, spotting Bakugou’s hard ruby eyes, he gulped and stared into the frantic girl with a dark look on his face. Jirou met his gaze and stood up, she looked to be trying to stop herself from lunging at him out of frustration.

“You’ve- you all gotta be kidding me!?”

“J-Jirou don’t, it’s not-“ Kaminari coughed harshly, standing up halfway incredibly unsteadily. My heart pumped vigorously, my throat going dry. My thoughts swarming with ‘is this really happening?’s and ‘what do we do?’s and more panicked questions that wouldn’t be answered in time. I could hear the blood pump in my ears, up until the moans and banging outside seemed to grow overbearingly louder and louder and-

My heart couldn’t take this. I watched Kaminari pull Jirou into an exhausted hug, watching her trembling form latch onto his taller one...

“Promise me you’ll get out of here...” Jirou’s protests faded into struggling mumbles. I watched Kaminari pet her chopped indigo hair. “P-Please Jirou, please just get out of here...” he pulled away, looking her deep in the eyes before walking backwards to shift his weight onto a dusty nightstand. He held his stomach, groaning but letting out a helpless chuckle. He looked up with his drained golden eyes. “You guys too... it won’t be long now, this is really starting to hurt like a-“ his voice cut off into a groan, he winced and tried to catch his breath. I didn’t want to decide whether he was referring to the zombies outside or himself... I frowned, speechless.

I couldn’t believe this was all really happening.

Obviously nobody could, Bakugou looked as distant as ever, packing up and heaving his bag onto his shaky shoulders.

Kirishima’s hand came up from his pocket and glinted against the sun, the metal of a small gun shining in the light pouring from the window. He handed it to Kaminari, who sent a sad smile. Kirishima smiled back, pulling him into a manly hug once he handed it off. Everyone’s goodbye’s were interrupted, the door suddenly leaning in, creaking and about to fly from it’s rusted hinges. I hastily opened up the window, looking down into the far down dead streets below. I panicked and scanned the area. Bittersweet relief shocked through my system. A staircase. A super rusty and skinny metal staircase hooked out of the apartment looking part of the building beside ours. If we could just make it over-

I tried to organize my scrambled thoughts among the gun shots. Kaminari shouted at us to go, doing his best to fend off whatever was about to break through the door. Everyone looked to me, standing with my head halfway out of our only escape. I had to think, fast.

I spotted a piece below the window that stuck out slightly. The worn down white trim that wrapped around the walls below each row of windows. It only stuck maybe five or six centimetres out, not even, but if it was your only chance...

“Kirishima!” He came to my side. I needed reassurance. “Do you think we could go along there and get to that staircase?” He shook his head and readied himself, already climbing out of the window.

“It’s our only shot!” I turned away from him, looking for something to do in the mean time.

“That crazy motherfucker...” Bakugou swore under his breath, taking his eyes off of Kirishima to look back to Kaminari with a subtly admiring yet pitying look on his features. Him and Izuku hurried out the window next, I tried to avoid eye-contact at all costs.

..:::::..

I readied myself to go too, but...

Jirou stood frozen like a statue, her form small compared to the persistent teen in front of her. His lightning bolt bangs stuck to his hot face, his frail looking form had retreated to holding the cracking door back with all of his might. I knew it’d burst open, and we’d be drowning in merciless monsters within seconds. I panicked, meeting Denki’s desperate honey eyes one last time. They practically screamed at me to do something, anything, to save her. Jirou’s legs shook, her body stiff. I shouted.

“We have to go!” She didn’t budge, she didn’t even blink. I reached out to her, only to have her yank away from me. I grabbed her arm again, not even waiting for a reaction. I concentrated, my quirk activating at the sudden contact. I turned away and missed a creamy white light flash across her glassy eyes. I dragged her to the window, the hungry cries and fists pummelling the door starting to drive me nuts. I lifted myself to step out of the window, finding the tiny space of footing and got ready to flatten myself against the beige wall. I watched Denki shut his tired eyes and sigh in relief peacefully. I felt terrible leaving him like this, sick even. I swallowed my emotions and begged myself to keep a level head. I can’t think about him right now... not now. I tried to ignore the guilt swirling in my stomach as I helped the emotionally-muted girl through the window.

We’d made it to the end of the line.

The corner of the building, where the small space for my feet ended, cut off by the humongous drop from the ledge into the streets below. The breeze taunted and terrified me, whipping across my cheeks and running through my hair. Practically screaming how close I was to being swallowed up by the empty streets of Musutafu. The staircase was way further away then it looked. Fear replaced my remorse, I felt a nervous sweat coming on. But a messy head of ash blonde hair in the corner of my eye surprised me. He must’ve stayed behind, because Kirishima nor Izuku were anywhere in sight. I looked over carefully to the blank expression on Jirou’s face beside me, wondering how she would handle this, not having any emotions to worry her at the moment. I looked back to Bakugou, my throat felt tight, my eyes watered at the merciless breeze, my breath picked up immensely. I froze, my vision feeling like it’d been clouded and faded to nothing. I felt fear, nothing but fear. The unpleasant feeling running all the way to my shaky fingertips pressed desperately against the chalky feeling wall. A familiar loud voice interrupted my thoughts.

“HEY! THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!”

I blinked, the fear clouding my senses suddenly flying away with the afternoon breeze. Then all of the sudden I remembered who’d been standing on the skinny rusted steps across the huge gap ahead. Bakugou gripped the railing and leaned forward, the wind swishing through his crazy hair and his crimson eyes sharp against the washed out building.

“HURRY UP AND GET YOU’RE ASSES DOWN HERE!” I felt a random smile climb to my face, staring at him determined, shuffling just a little bit further to the edge. I bent my knees shakily but carefully, doing my best to assess how far I was from him, calculating my jump. I exhaled, trying to swallow my fears. He hung on to the railing cautiously.

I took a hopeful leap.

I reached for the railing, my legs desperately flailing for some footing midair. The railing came closer and closer, I prepared to latch on, it’s now or never. My feet scraped hastily against the side of the thing, my hand grappling onto the rusty metal for dear life. Then my heart stopped, I heard the metal railing let out a terrible sound, bending towards me like it’d throw me off. My body started to fall back. I lost my grip and panicked, but the moment the grainy rusted texture had left my desperate fingers, I felt something new replace it.

I only dangled for a second until I was yanked up. Bakugou pulled me up and I got over the railing. I sighed in relief, squeezing his hand and sending him a grateful grin. That was close. He looked at me and rose a brow, shaking me off and crossing his arms.

“Man y/n, do you really have to suck at everything?!”

Jeez, it’s not like he had to wait there.

But I was sure glad he did.

“Thanks Bakugou.” He rolled his ruby eyes and let his arms flop to his sides. I followed his perplexed gaze, looking up at the purple-haired girl, her leather jacket swaying in the breeze. She was still flat to the side of the hotel.

“The fuck is up with her?”

“It’s my fault, gimme a sec...” Her blank hollow stare was starting to get to me. Her dark eyes looking like a pair of marbles. I concentrated, squeezing my eyes shut. If I want this to work, I have to think of what I want her to feel, I have to think of...

-when I was in the Sports Festival, an intense competition that mattered a lot to me. I’d felt extremely competitive and determined, excited even.

When I opened my eyes, they were blank and took on a creamy glow, like there was a couple of weak flash lights in my head. I ignored Bakugou’s intrigued expression and looked up to Jirou. I need to make her feel like she can make this jump. Confidence, I thought.

Jirou shuffled closer, bending her knees and launching herself off the wall fearlessly. She made it, my eyes fluttered and the glow was gone. I grabbed Jirou’s hand and ran down the creaky steps, Bakugou lead the way.

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We met up with Kirishima and Izuku. Bakugou yelled at them for waiting, even though he’d waited for us on the stairs.

I felt what should’ve been Jirou’s tears roll down my cheeks, since I’d grabbed her hand and stolen her emotions like I did. Reminding me of how we’d left Kaminari. Her ocean of sadness and waves of shock and frustration washed over me as we jogged. Jirou’s feelings of longing slowly sinking into me made turning around and running back to Kaminari all too tempting. It made me feel terrible, but I didn’t have a choice. Refusing to come with us would’ve put everyone in danger, and we couldn’t leave her there. She might resent me for it, but that’s not what he would’ve wanted. Kirishima came to a stop at a safe enough distance from the hotel, but Bakugou yanked at him to keep going, steering us in the direction of the drugstore where our car was parked. I tried my best not to look back at Jirou as we ran.

We went in, the bell hanging from the door crying out as Bakugou slammed it shut. His face creased with angry devastation hiding under his ash blonde locks. Everyone huffed and puffed, then went silent, making the room feel uneasy. I squeezed Jirou’s hand, a little hesitant to loosen my grip and let her feel again after we... after that. I had to do it. To keep the rest of us safe. She didn’t give me a choice! It was the right thing to do, I tried to convince myself, eventually letting go and shakily watching her wide and cloudy dark eyes flash blue then to her natural dark orbs. She looked at her fingerless gloved hands, flexing her fingers, then up at me with a worried yet confused expression. She backed away from me, into a wall. Sliding down and letting her head sink into her arms laying across her knees. It felt like someone had pierced a hole in my heart, it ached. I tried to ignore the pins and needles running up and down my tired calves and ankles and wiped my face, looking behind me. Kirishima was sitting on the floor by the counter, Izuku and Bakugou were still standing. The only difference between them being Bakugou was hiding his face in the space of a corner, his elbows by his head leaning against the wall. Izuku just looked distant and regretful. I looked around a little lost, eventually sinking down onto the floor leaning against the wall beside the door. I couldn’t believe this was happening. We’d found friends, only to have one of them taken away from us immediately. I pressed my hands to my forehead.

What kind of sick game is this?

..:::::..

Everyone stayed silent for a bit, until Izuku spoke up.

“We... should probably gather our things and move. It’s already gotten a little darker out...” he kept his eyes on the dirt speckled white floor. I heard the others shuffle up to their feet, then glanced to the side, Jirou didn’t move. I reluctantly walked over, keeping a careful distance from her. I crouched down a little, keeping a soft, hush voice.

“Jirou? H-how are you holding up?” I asked honestly, expecting her to either mope or whimper at me. But then again she didn’t look like that type of girl, I knew she was stronger than that. So the possibility she lashed out at me didn’t seem so crazy either. I watched her heave her head from her arms, eventually standing up. I straightened up too, trying to meet her hurt eyes. I watched her shoulders and jaw tense, her fists curling up with her eyes squeezed shut. I watched her one shoulder raise up slightly. And then-

Everything happened so fast. And when it did, it left an empty feeling in my stomach, a stinging and sore sensation on my burning cheek.

My head was whipped to the side, my body weight had retreated to the counter behind me, I gripped it tightly. The curled fist she’d used to hit me was hung up by her side defensively, ready to strike again. Her breath was heavy. I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding all this time, daring to bring my eyes to Jirou’s blazing and anger-filled obsidian one’s. I heard who I’d guessed was Kirishima walk towards us.

“Jirou please-“

“How could you do that to me!?” Here it comes. I feared this would happen. She stomped up to me, shoving me back out of frustration. The pain and resentment in her voice showed through its cracks when she’d raised it even louder. “HOW COULD YOU MESS WITH ME LIKE THAT!” She took an aggressive step forward.

“I-I didn’t know what else to do...” I gave her the best reason I could, I couldn’t bring him up at a time like this. That’d only make matters worse. I looked at her empathetically, keeping my mouth shut. Let her snap at you, she deserves that at least. She grabbed handfuls of my t-shirt, bringing me closer to scream her heart out.

“You should’ve left me there...” She swallowed a whimper. “That was my choice to make! NOT YOURS! You made me leave him there you-“ her voice grew shaky and high, her death grip on my tee shirt loosened. “-you...” she stared into the ground in frustration. Looking at her like this made my heart ache, Kaminari must’ve really been important to her. Her weak grip slipped off and hung at her sides, her indigo bangs trying to shield her vulnerable state. I felt my eyes burn a little, pushing me to cry more, but I didn’t. Jirou didn’t make any more moves, her deadly demeanour vanished and was replaced with a broken-hearted looking girl. I gulped, leaning forward reluctantly and pushing her head into my shoulder lightly. She didn’t refuse, shaky arms soon clawing at my back as I tried to comfort her with a hug. I heard her let out a restrained sob, she cried into my shoulder. She squeezed me desperately, whimpering and pressing her forehead further in retaliation.

“D-dammit Denki...” it came out as a sad whisper, but I heard it. I gulped down my emotions for Jirou, trying to be strong for her. My eyes narrowed, burning into the cheap white flooring. The others watched in silence, we all held a moment in our hearts for Denki Kaminari... the energetic, stupidly blunt and humorous boy that Jirou, Kirishima, and Bakugou had all grown incredibly close to.

..:::::..

Eventually, we gathered supplies and retreated to the car. I was planning on asking where Jirou and Kirishima had come from, but left them alone to mourn instead. I’d tried to do the same with Bakugou, but I couldn’t help but feel his red eyes burning into the back of my skull. Finally, I leaned off of the hood of the car and turned to him expectantly. I met his blood red eyes, only to find him heading over after a second or two of glaring at me. He suddenly grabbed my wrist, ripping my arm away from hiding at my side.

“Hey!-“

“Aren’t you fucking forgetting something?”

I blinked, then glanced down, finding the arm of my restrained wrist looking just as bad as before. It still held a rainbow of reds, and yellows blooming from the swollen and sloppy stitches along my forearm. I hadn’t really forgotten, I’d just tried not to think about it as much as I could.

“No, not really.” I said casually.

He sent a glare my way, sharp mean eyes questioning me. I tried to shake him off, only to have his grip and tighten and his eyes narrow. “It’s the least of our problems right now,” I looked to the side with only my eyes. “it’s fine.”

I heard a growl rumble in his chest.

“Ugh. You’re worse than a fucking toddler...” I rose a brow, he started dragging me away from the car. “Sit.” He said sternly. I sat down leaned against the wall of the drugstore, a little confused. Bakugou was handling what had happened surprisingly well. Then again I don’t really know how else he would react to something like this.

I sat awkwardly, my arm flipped up and lengthy wound out in the open. I hated how vulnerable it made me feel. I looked up to Bakugou, who’d been digging through his bag. He pulled out a small tube of something, flicking the cap open. I waved my hands up in front of me, feeling a little protective.

“I-It’s okay, I can do that myself...“

“Tch. Just shut up.”

I sighed, it’s not like he had much else to do, I thought. So I didn’t refuse a second time. He put his empty hand out and looked me in the eye like I was some frightened disobedient kid. I narrowed my eyes and laid the back of my wrist into his hand reluctantly. The weird jelly substance felt extremely cold against my hot swollen skin, making me tense a bit. He looked up to my e/c orbs, then back to my injury.

“Jus’ stay fuckin’ still..” He mumbled. I huffed, trying my best. Surprisingly careful fingers spread the stuff from the tube across my burning raw feeling forearm, I’d guessed this was one way to get my mind off of things. I relaxed and eased into the wall behind me. My eyes read the shiny tube rolled onto the ground,

Petroleum Jelly

Bakugou picked it up to hide it away in his backpack, reaching inside for something else. I watched Bakugou groan at his backpack frustrated. He swore under his breath.

“Oi, Deku!” The moss-green haired boy had been looking at the dented locker door he’d kept from the school, probably thinking of what he could do with it. Izuku Midoriya whipped his head up in fear.

“Uh, y-yeah Kacchan?”

“Get over here.”

Izuku walked over, he seemed troubled. Bakugou rose my arm up a little, looking to the freckled boy.

“The fuck should I do with this?” Izuku examined my forearm, he sent me a sympathetic look and then grabbed his chin to focus.

“Hm... W-we should probably wrap it up with something. Actually... Now that I think of it...” He slid his backpack off of his shoulders, reaching inside. He took out a petite half torn up box. It’s white color faded and more on the beige-er side. A roll of gauze tumbled out onto Izuku’s scarred hand. “Here, this should help.” Bakugou glared unreasonably at the gentle boy, swiping it from his hand and looking back to me.

“Tch... Whatever, nerd.” He lifted my arm and wrapped it up. I felt more protected now that it was covered, regaining some of my confidence. I felt less vulnerable now that I had one less thing to worry about too. I looked over his shoulder, finding the emerald-eyed boy sending me an oddly curious smile as he rose a brow at the blonde. He handed Bakugou some sports tape he’d found too to finish it off.

I looked at my arm, it felt much cooler and secure now. My gaze shifted to the irritated eyes in front of me.

“Thank you.” I said. He looked away, filled his cheeks with air and blew out forcibly.

“Whatever, ‘s not my fault your so damn hopeless. Learn to take care of yourself will you?” His harsh bluntness brought a smile to my face. I’m the hopeless one? You can’t even accept a simple thank you.

I glanced over his shoulder, a pretty fiery sunset stretching out across the horizon. He stood up, I followed suit. The display of beautiful oranges and pinks and purples still grabbing my attention. I stared into the sunset, thinking about all that happened today. All we’d gone through. Bakugou walked away toward the car, Kirishima meeting up with him halfway. Izuku sat nearby with his supplies spread across the ground. Jirou was no where to be seen, but couldn’t have gone far. I looked back to the setting sun.

No matter this cruel world had left to throw at us, we’d fight on. We’d do it for Kaminari and whoever else we might lose along the way. I knew we’d move on and pull through. When though it didn’t seem like it right now, I knew we could do this.

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Writing this hurt me :,(

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