#█SECURITY BREACH Pt. I

[pawterpillart]

Doodle dump, originally wanted to make a whole au but then I got to many ideas and just doodled.

[kyukins]

so i uh.. ordered some sun and moon plushies <3

[raya-hunter01]

Not My Sister's Keeper Pt. 13 Final

Not My Sister’s Keeper

Jey Uso X OC (Kayla)

Roman X OC(Regina)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, couple arguing, Jealousy, infidelity, pregnancy

Roamn’s wife recently left medical school and returned home to save her marriage. Upon her return, she finds out things are not what they seem. Her sister is pregnant by her best friend Jey Uso, who is also Roman’s cousin, and her husband is acting suspiciously.

What happens when a conversation overhead on a baby monitor blows her world apart?

Five Months Later

Rebecca’s House

Rebecca’s POV

“Sweetie I’m just glad you agreed to come over to help me cook thanksgiving dinner.”

“I know you trying mama and I’m going to try to meet you halfway.” Kara said with a tired sigh rubbing her belly.

“Wait were you using the bathroom?” I asked seeing the shower in the background.

“Yes, the baby keeps sitting on my bladder and I’m peeing constantly,” Kara moaned washing her hands.

“I guess I didn’t help calling you at 7:00 a.m.,” I joked as Kara genuinely smiled.

“It’s no problem, I be up with the chickens these days trying to get comfortable.”

“It will end soon enough and then you’re going to be tired from lack of sleep.”

“I can’t wait either.”

My daughter was going to be an amazing mother. “Uh, is Josh still leaving later on today?”

“Yea, he’s gotta film some stuff but he will back tomorrow night in time for thanksgiving. Tani is going to drop me off at your house and come back and get me when I’m ready.”

“Well, that’s nice of her, I know how I ain’t on her list of people she likes.”

“Karbug, who on the phone?” I heard Jey asked as I chuckled seeing Kara turn the camera on him.

“Hey, Josh sorry to wake ya’ll up so early.”

“Nah, you good I got to get up soon anyway,” he said waving at me.

 “I know ya’ll want to spend a little more time together, so I’ll let you go. I love you, Kara and be safe coming out in this weather.”

“I love you too mama, and I will. See you a little later.”

“I felt joyful, I had my baby back and was about to become a grandma again. While fixing breakfast for Logan, our local news alert interrupted my favorite morning show. “What the hell goin’ on now in the middle of a fucking hurricane.”

Channel 10 news

“I am April, and this is Channel 10 news. Early this morning before daybreak we’ve been told three inmates escaped the Pensacola Women’s State Prison. A security breach occurred, and caused the prison to go into lockdown, but three prisoners managed to bypass the system and count of inmates.”

“Oh my god,” I gasped in shock…This isn’t happening…Not now.

“Through an emergency investigation it was discovered Taylor Green, a newly hired guard was having sexual encounters with the three women. In exchange for the sexual encounters, Green helped the inmates escape.”

“Lord, please don’t let it be her...Don’t let it be her.”

“As of 7:00 a.m. two of the women have been captured but Tia Morris is still at large and is armed and dangerous. Please be safe everyone and if you have any information, please call 911.”

“Tia…What are you doin’?”

Cutting the TV off, I rushed to check the doors to make sure everything was locked and secure.  The storm raged outside and within me as I rushed upstairs to check on Logan.

 I signed in relief seeing her still asleep. Gently kissing her forehead, I then went and checked the rest of the upstairs before going back downstairs.

“Calm down Rebecca, she probably on the road trying to get the hell outta town. Your safe and Logan is safe,” I whispered trying to calm down but deep down I felt something bad was going to happen.

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-Jey’s & Kara’s House

Jey’s POV

These last five months had been a dream, and it was getting harder and harder to leave Kara. She had been traveling with me some during her pregnancy, I even bought us a bus. I wanted her to be as comfortable as possible when she was with me.

She had been doing great up until these last two months though. Our son or daughter was determined to make his or her arrival early. We had been spending a lot of time at the hospital lately stopping her labor.

 Then the baby, won’t cooperate at all during the ultrasounds so we still don’t know if we’re having a boy or a girl. We don’t care though as long as he or she is healthy.

“Jey, we will be fine, you’re coming back tomorrow night.”

“I don’t want to leave ya’ll though,” I said kissing Kara’s belly. The storm raging outside making even harder to leave. I wanted to stay home in this bed with my wife.

“Well daddy, you gotta go so you can film. Then you get to come home and be with us for the next nine weeks.”

Damn right I was, my mom was going to stay with us, but I wanted to be home to be with Kara and the baby. I was going into a feud with the new bloodline so we were going to film some stuff that would air over the next two months. Then when I come back, I will be rejoining Roman and Jimmy to reunite the original bloodline.

“Doody, you heard me?” Kara said running her fingers through my hair.

“Yea, I heard you baby. I know I gotta go, but I don’t like it.”

“We will be fine, I promise.”

 “Hey, I’mma need you to stay in mama’s belly while I’m gone kid. No hospital visits, please.”

“I know right, these hospital visits with these contractions ain’t been no joke but I haven’t had any for two weeks.”

 Feeling a strong kick, I smiled and kissed her stomach. “I will take that kick as you telling yo’ daddy you gon’ be good,” I chuckled getting up and grabbing my bag.

“Let me get up-” gently pushing her back against her pillow, I shook my head.

“Nope….. Stay there, Ma will be here soon.” Leaning over to kiss her I knew I had to leave now, or I wouldn’t. “Fine, I’ll sleep a little longer,” she whispered against my lips. “Thank you for your cooperation, Ma.”

I suddenly had a nagging feeling, but I don’t want to scare her. It probably was me just not wanting to leave her.

“Be safe, we love you, daddy.”

“I love ya’ll too, and I’ll be back soon.”

Walking out of our bedroom I looked back one last time at my family quickly taking my phone out and snapping a picture of Kara laying in bed her belly on full display.

“Bye, Josh.”

“Ok, I’m gone…Love ya’ll.”

“We love you too!”

I felt like I should have stayed but I tried to push down the feeling that I was making a big mistake leaving.

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Two hours Later

Kara’s Parents House

Rebecca’s POV

Still no updates on Tia but the prison assured me they were looking everywhere but told me to stay put. I tried to call Kara but no answer, I even called their house phone. It was best if she just stayed home and didn’t come over. I would never forgive myself if anything happened to her or the baby. “Come on Josh, pick up.”

“This is josh, you know what to do. Leave it at the beep..Yeet.”

“Josh, its Rebecca. I’ve tried to get Kara on the phone, but she isn’t picking up. Tia has escaped and they can’t find her, don’t leave the house or if you have go back!”  

CRASH

“Oh my god, No! Logan, sweetie, are you ok?!” I yelled running upstairs. Peeking in on her again I saw her still sound asleep. What the hell is going on?

Once again, I cautiously headed to check out my room.  As I opened the door, I heard a loud bang followed by a sharp pain shot through my stomach.

Tia’s POV

That was so easy, I didn’t think it would be this simple. “I told you that you’d be sorry.” I didn’t want to hurt my mother, all she had to do was listen and help me. She turned her back on me so as far as I’m concerned she’s collateral damage.

T-T-Tia, don’t h- hurt the baby,” my mother cried collapsing to the floor in pain. Not a care in the world about her own self.

“I would never ever hurt her; she’s coming with me.” I couldn’t leave without her; she was my ticket to getting what I needed out of Roman.

As my mother lay gasping for breath, I grabbed her cellphone as she tried to reach for it.

“Oh, you want help? Well, go find the phone,” I said throwing it out of the room as she sobbed in defeat. Just as I was about to go get Logan I heard the front door open.

“Ma, you ok? My phone is acting up and I saw I had some missed calls. Tani dropped me off and went to run a quick errand but will be back in a bit to take me to Verizon. I swear Jey will lose his mind if he can’t get in touch with me,” Kara rambled as she walked around downstairs looking for mama.  I couldn’t believe my luck right now.

“Oh, this is too good. I swear God loves me,” I chuckled as my mother lay gasping for breath pulling at my legs.” N- No, T- Tia.”

“Get off me,” I hissed kicking as I heard Kara coming up the stairs. “Ma, Logan, ya’ll ok?”  

I heard her go into Logan’s room down the hall. “Yea, come on in here next bitch, I got a surprise for you.” I could practically smell the worry on her from down the hall and I loved it.

All I had to do was wait for her to come down here to check on mama.

Kara’s POV

“Logan,” I whispered shaking her a little as she moaned opening her eyes. “Tee Tee, you here,” her tiny innocent voice said stretching her arms out wide.

“Yea, sweetie it’s me. I need you to get up ok, but don’t make a sound.” Making that statement alone in a mere whisper seemed to wake her up as she nodded, giving me a hug.

“Mommy here?” her tiny voice asked with worry as I nodded, holding her close. “Yea, I think so, and I need to get you out of here. Remember what we practiced?” I asked as she nodded.

“I run to Ms. Ruby house, her light on.” She whispered rubbing her tired eyes. “Yes, that’s right pretty girl, her outside porch light will be on and she will get some help for us.”

“I scared Tee Tee.” Logan cried, my heart breaking. Logan was an innocent child who didn’t deserve any of this mess.

“I know baby, but I got you and I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.” I felt helpless, that we had to teach a four-year-old how to run for help but thank God she was smart and understood.

Tia thought she was smart but the eerie silence when I came in and seeing mom’s phone laying in the hall. I knew something was up and I knew we needed help.

“I left the front door open, and when I go down the hall, I want you to tip toe down the steps, try not to make a noise. Once you get to the front door start runnin’ and don’t stop till you get to Ms. Ruby’s house, ok?”

“Tee Tee come wit me?”

“No baby I can’t run, I’d never make it. That’s why I need your help and no matter what, don’t look back or stop running until you get there. Tell her grandma is hurt and we need help.”

The fear in her tiny face broke my heart but I had to be remain calm on the the outside, inside I was losing it. After I put on her shoes and coat she once again wrapped her tiny arms around me. “I love you Tee Tee Kara.”

“I love you too baby, I want you to always remember that.”

Putting her hood on I took a breath, trying to dial 911 once again but to no avial.. we had no choice it was now or never. As I left her room, I signaled for her to go downstair. Seeing her follow my directions as she tip toed down the steps, I had a hard time controlling my tears.

“Logan, try to get dressed and I will look for grandma sweetie,” I said closing her door. Glancing over the rail, I saw she was finally at the front door. She quickly turned on the porch light and glanced back up at me.

Her tiny face filled with determination as she nodded at me and took off running as fast as her little legs would allow. “Thank God,” I whispered thankful she had escaped.

 Slowly going down the hall I could see Tia’s reflection in the huge hall mirror that was adjacent to my mother’s room. There she was standing in our mother’s room with a gun. I  felt my heart drop hearing my mother crying in pain.

“Run! Kara, get Logan and run!” My mother screamed as I took off back downstairs trying not to fall.

“Uh, not now ,” I cried feeling a sharp pain shot through my stomach. “Not yet please, just give mama a little time,” I pleaded looking for my dad’s gun.

“Looking for daddy’s gun Kara?” Tia’s cold voice sending chills down my spine. It was either me or her and in this moment and I will do anything to keep my child safe, even if it means killing my own sister.

Logan’s POV

I was tired but I couldn’t stop running. Ms. Ruby house was close, I just had to keep running.  “Ms. Ruby!” I cried finally seeing the blue house with the front porch light on. “Ms. Rubby help!” I cried knocking and kicking her door trying to make sure she heard me.

I ran into her arms the minute the door opened. “Ted, call 911 Tia’s at Rebecca’s!” she yelled as I continued to cry. “Please help my grammy and Tee Tee.”

“We’re getting help sweetie, you did so good our sweet girl,” Ms. Ruby whispered, holding me close as I cried.  

Ruby’s POV

“You ok, I got you, sweet girl,” I reassured Logan carrying her inside as my son called the police. “The lines are busy; the hurricane is messing with towers and phone lines.”

 “Keep trying Ted!” I screamed as he nodded once again trying to get help.

“Finally! Yes, we need the police and an ambulance at 1254 Greer Road. Tia Morris, an inmate that escape earlier this morning is there and is dangerous. She has two hostages.”

“I want my daddy,” Logan cried as I pulled out my cell and tried to dial Roman and after a couple of times my phone finally dialed through.

“Hey, Ms. Neslon-”

“Roman have ya’ll left yet?”

“Uh, no we are grounded at the airport until the weather slacks off, is everything ok?”

“Roman, Tia has escaped and is at Rebecca’s.”

“Logan-”

“Roman, she got out, but Kara and Rebecca are still in the house with Tia. Rebecca is hurt from what Logan is telling me.”

Putting the phone on speaker I continued to comfort Logan. “Logan, your daddy is on the phone.” Her tiny head perking up at the new information.

“Daddy, she hurt grammy,” she cried as I could hear the worry and relief in Roman’s voice.

“Daddy’s coming my baby, we are so proud of you.”

“Tee Tee help me runway,” she cried as I could hear Roman crying. “Grammy and Tee Tee Kara are going to be ok. I promise.”

Jimmy’s POV

“What you talkin’ bout Uce?” Jey asked hearing Kara’s name. “Daddy loves you and we are on the way to you.” Roman said in a panic hanging up the phone.

“Kevin, get the car back up here we need to get off this plane!” Roman yelled as I felt the room starting to spin.

“Stop and tell us what the fuck is going on!” Jey demanded as Roman wiped his tears. “Tia has Kara and Rebecca hostage. Logan ran to get help, and they have the ambulance and police on the way.”

“Kara…My Kara?” Jey asked in disbelief reaching for his phone as I placed my hand on my shoulder. “She’s gon’ be ok, they both are,” I tried to reassure him.

“Roman, call Regina and warn her,” I advised trying not to freak out as Jey kept redialing Kara’s phone, the color draining from his face each time he got a busy signal or no answer at all.

“Regina it’s me baby, I need you to listen to me carefully.”

Jey’s POV

“We gotta get there!” I yelled pulling away from Jimmy and grabbing my coat. I had to get to my wife, this isn’t happening right now.

“No, I want you to stay at the house and lock everything up. Logan is ok with Ms. Nelson. I don’t need you in any danger, Tia is insane.” “Jimmy, have you heard from Trin? I know she was supposed to help Kara and Rebecca with the food today.” I asked, the realization hitting him hard that Trin was once again in danger of being hurt because of Tia.

The silence as we all tried to call our loved ones frustrating us more and more by the second as each call was met with a busy signal or no answer.

“Pick up, pick up Trin,” he whispered dialing her number again.

“Come on baby, pick up please.” I pleaded. Damn it, where is the fucking car? I kept trying to call Kara but no luck.  I even took a chance calling Rebecca’s house phone.

 “Fuck!” I screamed getting a busy signal, but I kept calling as we made our way to the car.

“Please keep them safe.”

I knew I should have followed my first mind and not even left. The darkness, wind and rain were a blessing in disguise, and I was thankful we were still here when Ms. Nelson called.

“I knew one thing, I was going to Kill her…I was going to kill Tia if Trin didn’t beat me to it.

Rebecca’s house

Trin’s POV

Whoo, I made it. I had gone to the store to get a few more things to help make dinner for tomorrow. I even ran into Tani and told her I would take Kara later on to get her phone looked at and for her to just go home and get out of this weather.

 Hell, I really believe it’s just the weather messing with the towers. After the weather passes, I think we will be good.

“Why the hell is the front door open?” I muttered. “Kara where you at?  I saw Tani at the store and told her that she could go home,” I said walking in and placing the groceries on the counter in the kitchen.

“Trinity, we good, just leave and turn on the porch light. I’ll hit you up later.” I heard Kara yell causing me to pause.

Trinity?.....The porch light?…Why was Kara calling me by my first name, she always calls me Trin…The porch light is already on, what is sh-. ….Oh shit, Tia is here. She was giving me hints, to get the hell out and get help.

“Uh, yea sure, I’ll make sure to turn it on. I love you girly and I’ll holla at you later.” I said going back out to the car. Picking up my phone I tried to dial out and no luck.  

I then drove out the gate and parked my car out of sight a little way down the road and headed back up to the house. I had to think of a way to get back inside, I couldn’t leave Kara.

Kara’s POV

“Where is mama, Tia?” I asked rubbing my stomach as another pain jolted down my spine as she smiled. “Upstairs in her room, hopefully bleeding out or already dead,” she smiled as I gasped seeing Trin’s reflection in the patio window.

We had to get the drop on this crazy bitch, and I knew I couldn’t do it alone. I knew I was going into labor because the pain was different than the Braxton hicks I had experienced before.

“I got to get up Logan and pack her a few things. Go over there and have a seat. Looks like you’re in labor sis.”

She still didn’t know Logan was long gone and I had faith she made it to Ruby’s house by now and the police were on the way. I had to believe that. “You sure you ain’t gon’ shoot me in the back again?” I groaned trying to breathe through my current contraction.

“Nah, you safe this time, my niece or nephew is your only saving grace right now,” she whispered watching me closely as I steadied my breathing.

Suddenly another sharp pain it. “The contractions are too close,” I cried collapsing to the floor as I saw Trin looking at me with worry before taking off towards the side of the house.

“You betta hold it in, I ain’t delivering no baby. You on your own with that shit. Just let me get me kid and I’ll leave you to it.”

“I don’t want you touching me anyway, let alone passing your evil ass spirit onto my baby,” I snapped as she kicked me in the stomach. “Now watch yourself,” she hissed as I rolled into a ball.

“Ugh! Fuck you!” I cried cradling my stomach as I felt another kick, this time across my lower back.

“T-Tia stop,” I heard my mom cry as I refused to uncurl my body. I had one job and that was to protect my child.

 “Oh, mama so nice of you to join us. Look at you clawing your way down the stairs to help your baby girl,” Tia laughed as I heard the sound of glass shattering from the side of the house. Trin….Trin was back inside the house.

“What the hell?!” Tia shouted running towards the sound as I pulled myself towards my mother.  “Ma, are you ok?” I cried truly terrified seeing her covered in blood and holding her stomach.

“Yea, get Logan,” she coughed, fighting to keep her eyes open. “I did, she’s gone to get help, just hang on.”

“End it Kara….Keep Logan safe,” she moaned before she passed out from the pain. Feeling her chest rise and fall under my hand I gently kissed her forehead.

“Mama, just hang in there,” I cried. Suddenly, I heard another crash followed by a gunshot.

“Trin!” I screamed, willing myself to my feet in spite of another powerful contraction tearing through my body. I had to help her. “Come on baby, just hang in there for a little while longer,” I pleaded making my way down the hall. I saw the broken window but now sign of Trin or Tia.

“I told you bitch! I warned you didn’t I?” I heard Trin yell as I got closer. Thank God she was ok, they had apparently fought their way up to the second floor.

Grabbling the railing I slowly made my way up the back stairs to the spare bedroom.

Trin’s POV

This bitch really tried to shoot at me and then dodge up the back steps to hide. Nah, not today, you gon’ learn to head the warning.

“I told you I was gon’ show you crazy!” I yelled throwing Tia against the wall as she tried to protect herself. “I’ll kill you!” Tia screamed as I grabbed her by the throat choking her.

 “Not if I kill you first,” I hissed as Tia raked me in the eyes and punched me in the stomach. “You gon’ have to kill me!” Tia screamed, tackling me to the floor as I returned the favor by kneeing her in the stomach and elbowing her in the throat.

Her gasping for breath bringing me great joy. “I’ll be happy to make your wish come true bitch!” I yelled climbing on top of her wrapping my hands back around her throat as I slammed her head against the floor. “Ow,” she hissed grabbing the back of head as I kept on. “I told you not to touch my sister, you just don’t listen.”

“Trin, I can hear the cops” Kara said as I punched her again for good measure before getting up to check on Kara who was now bent over in pain.

“Are you ok?”

“What do we do Trin?” Kara cried as I hugged her closely. “I’mma whoop her ass till the cops get here, and they gon’ take her ass back to jail,” I said trying to calm her down as Tia writhed on the floor in pain.

“She could get out again Trin! We can’t keep doing this! What do we need to do?!” Kara cried as I felt helpless. I knew what we needed to do for us all to have some peace, I just hoped Kara felt the same way.

 Grasping her chin, I made her calm down and look at me. “I’ll tell you what we do. We end it, Kara, you hear me? We end this shit once and for all, that’s what we do,” I said making sure she understood what I was saying.

As we both looked down at the gun in her hands, we knew what we had to do. “Ya’ll ain’t got the balls, don’t worry though, I’ll find a way back out,” Tia gloated as Kara put down the gun.

Kara’s POV

“Kara, what you doing?” Trin asked as I stood up trying to gather myself. “It has to look like an accident,” I mumbled not believing the words coming out of my mouth. I said it so low; I didn’t even know if Trin heard me or not.

“Let’s do it,” she said without hesitation as I nodded as we looked at each other knowing if we wanted this to truly be over Tia had to go.

I wanted no room for error or a trial.  Suddenly Trin attacked Tia again as I wiped my fingerprints off the gun and put it in the center of the floor.

I knew Tia would go for it and put her prints back on the weapon. “Stupid bitch!” Tia yelled trying to grab Trin by her hair, coming up short as Trin gripped her by the neck and threw her onto the dresser shattering the glass. “Trin now!” I yelled as she looked at me taking a step back as Tia crawled towards the gun and grabbed it.

“Don’t move,” Tia gasped trying to point the gun at Trin but couldn’t focus. Trin had rocked her and she was unsure of her surroundings. I managed to sneak behind Tia as she stood up preparing to try to attack Trin with the gun. Quickly I grabbed her from behind extending her arms in the air as the gun went off again.

“Trin now!” I screamed as Trin ran towards us.

Jey’s POV

“Uce, there’s the cops,” Jimmy said pointing at the three cop cars surrounding Rebecca’s house. “Thank god!” Roman cried as we jumped out trying to get closer.

“Hey, we got a situation, now stay back,” a cop said as felt myself losing it. “My wife is in there and ya’ll need to get her out or I’ll do it my damn self!” None of us giving a damn about the storm at the moment as the rain seemed to be falling even harder than it had been all morning.

“No, no, no, Kara! Trin!” Roman yelled as I looked up to see Kara, Trin, and Tia tussling over a gun on the small balcony. One of the cops was trying to get a clear shot but Kara was in the way.

Tia suddenly lost her footing, going over the railing still holding on to Kara. “Kara, No!” I cried as Kara cried out.

“Pull Trin!” Kara yelled as Trin tried to pull them both up but this crazy bitch started laughed trying to pull Kara over the rail with her. “It’s over Kara!”

“Shoot her fuckin’ ass!” I screamed as Roman, and I tried to get past the cops.

“Let go, Tia!”  Kara screamed as Trin held on to her tight, trying to pull her back as the rain continued to bombard us all.

“I know ya’ll seeing this shit, she trying to kill’em both! Shoot her ass, what ya’ll waitin’ for?!” Jimmy pleaded as it seemed to be a tug of war with Trin having a tight grip on Kara, and Tia trying to pull her over the railing with her.

“I’m taking you with me bitch! You don’t get a happy ending!” Tia screamed. “Shoot her ass!” I yelled my eyes bouncing between Trin struggling to keep a grip on Kara and Tia’s joy at Kara’s pain.

Seeing Kara’s belly pressed up against the railing as she cried out in pain was all I could take. My wife and my child were hurting, and nobody was gon’ stop me from getting to them.

“Bite her ass Kara!..... Is ya’ll gon’ do something or not?! You know what? Move out the fuckin’ way!” I yelled, pushing through the cops and running inside as Roman blocked their path.

As I made my way in the house, past the EMT’s working on Rebecaa, I heard a blood curdling scream and a huge thud.

“Help us!” I heard Trin scream as I took the back steps two at a time trying to get to them busting in the room and seeing the wreckage. I knew a war had taken place in here and I knew Trin had held it down for Kara.

“I- I- Its….. It’s over,” Kara sobbed as I breathed a sigh of relief seeing my wife curled up in Trins arms as they held each other tight sobbing.

“It’s over, sis.” Running over to them I did the only thing I could and that was hold them both in my arms. It really was over…It was finally over.

“I am so sorry I left you, I should have followed my gut,” I cried as Kara shook her head. “You’re here now and you couldn’t have known baby.”

“I was so fuckin’ scared, Kara I had to get to you.”

“We’re ok.”

“Is Logan, ok?” Trin and Kara asked at the same time as I smiled at them. “Yea, she’s fine. She did everything ya’ll told her to do and got help.”

“I knew she would, is my mom, ok?”

 “Yea, the EMT’s are working on her,” I whispered as Kara nodded, wincing in pain.

“Are you good?” I asked rubbing her stomach as she groaned.

“Yea, I’m good but I’m in labor.” Kara hissed trying to breathe through an apparent contraction.

“Wait what!!”

Roman’s POV

She was dead, Tia was finally out of our lives and I felt bad at the relief that filled my body as they covered her up with a sheet. Logan was free of her, we all were free of her.

“Daddy!”  

Nothing ever sounded so sweet than to hear her voice. Smiling, I turned just in time to catch her in my arms. “Daddy you here!” She yelled as I cried, holding her close. “Daddy is here baby, and I’m so glad you ok Lo Lo.” I said walking down the driveway, and away from the crime scene. Last thing I wanted was for Logan to be traumatized seeing her mother’s dead body under a white sheet.

I know she didn’t know her well but that wasn’t something a four-year-old should have to see. Thankfully the rain had finally stopped for the moment.

“Tee Tee save me daddy.”

“I know baby, I know. ..Thank you, Ms. Nelson,” I said giving her a hug as she scoffed. “No need, this little one is everyone in this neighborhood’s grandbaby. You ain’t never gotta worry when she’s here.”

“I still can’t thank you enough.”

“Gram hurt daddy,” she said pointing as the EMT’s loaded Rebecca in the ambulance as we moved to the side of the road to let another ambulance in.

“Yes, she is but the EMT’s are taking care of her. I don’t want you to be scared,” I said as Jimmy embraced us both. Before running to meet Trin as she came out of the house.

“Jurdy!” she screamed jumping in his arms as he held her close. “Don’t ever do this to me again,” I faintly heard him say they cried together. Where was Kara?

A few seconds later I saw the other EMT wheel Kara out on a stretcher with Jey holding her hand coaching her through a contraction.

“No way,” I said as Trin smiled. “Yes way….Kara’s in labor,” she said giving Logan and I a hug.

“Tee Tee be a mommy?” Logan asked as Trin kissed her on the check. “Yea sweetie, your Tee Tee is about to be a mommy.”

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Pensacola General Hospital

Jey’s POV

“Come on baby you got it, just bear down.”

 “I can’t, wait I can’t push!” Kara screamed laying back on the bed as I wiped her forehead.

"Kara, the baby’s head is almost out. On your next contraction I need you to take a deep breath, bear down and push with all you got," Dr. Rivers instructed. “No, I wanna take a nap. Tag you it, you take over, Jey,” I cried as Jey gently kissed me.

“If I could, I would baby, but only you can do this. I know you can do this, and I’m right here wit you.”

“I know and I love you.”

 I love you more, now let’s meet our baby. I bet he or she has your beautiful eyes.”

“And your nose,” Kara whimpered as I kissed her forehead and then her lips once again for good measure.  “Let’s go Mrs. Fatu,” I encouraged as she grunted through another contraction pushing with all her might. “Look Kara, it’s the baby. Come on baby, keep pushing.” I had never seen anything so amazing.

“Ahhh! Get it out! Get it out!” Kara screamed, and finally after ten hours of labor the most beautiful sound I have ever heard filled the room.

“Congratulations, it’s a boy!”

His tiny wails bringing forth my own tears without shame as they placed our son on Kara’s chest.

“He’s so beautiful, look at him Jey,” Kara cried as I fell in love all over again with her, and our son…. We have a son “I love you so much… I love ya’ll so much.” I cried just full and so happy as I kissed my wife and son.

“We love you too, daddy.” I don’t know how Kara knew, but I really needed to hear that. I had almost lost them both today and I just really needed to hear it.

“What are we gon’ name him?” I asked as Kara looked at me and smiled.

“How about after his dad?” she asked as I felt like my heart was about to explode. “Joshua? Like you really want to name him Joshua?” I asked as she nodded placing him in my arms.

“Yea, I can’t think of any better name…Can you?” She whispered reaching up and wiping my tears.

“Joshua, daddy loves you very much and I promise you and ya’ ma gon’ have the best of everything,” I promised as he opened his eyes and looked me.

“He’s looking at me Kara, and he looks just like me,” I said my voice breaking. “I know baby, I know.”

__

Roman’s POV

“Ms. Regina, can we go eat?” Logan asked as Regina scooped her up in her arms. “Of course, you deserve a hero’s dinner after what you did today, lil lady,” she said as Logan gave her a hug.

“Thank you for taking her,” I said as Regina gave me a chaste kiss on the lips. “You stay here and find out about Rebecca, I got Logan.”

I felt thankful, thankful that Rebecca and Kara had a plan in case Tia came back. Thankful for Regina coming into my life and loving Logan. These last five months just kind of hit me out of the blue. I wasn’t looking for anything or anyone and up pops Regina.

Very headstrong, has her own business and she puts my ass in my place when I need it. She met Logan last month and since then they have been joined at the hip. “You want to join them, Bill?” I asked as shook his head.

“Nah, I’m ok. I mean we’re on the outs, but I need to be here to make sure the old bat is ok,” Bill said as I chuckled to myself.

“Ok, I see your point.” I said spotting the doctor heading towards us.

“Oh, I know him…Tim how is she?” Bill asked shaking the doctor’s hand.

“She’s good, we got the bullet, and it didn’t hit any main arteries. She’s in recovery but will definitely have to take it easy for awhile.”

“Thank you so much, and we will make sure she does just that,” Bill said as I looked up and saw Jey coming from labor and delivery.

“How is Kara?” I asked as he smiled pulling out his phone. “She’s good and so is our son.” He said showing me a picture of Kara and the baby.

“A boy…How about that,” I said smiling. Kara looked so happy. “Tell her I’m happy for ya’ll.” Jey nodded, giving Bill his phone.

“There’s my boy,” Bill gushed as Jey beamed with pride. He was going to be a great dad and husband to Kara. That much I knew, and I wished them well.

“How is Rebecca?” Jey asked as Bill scoffed. “That old bat is tough as nails, she’ll be ok,” he said as Jey laughed. “Well, that’s good to hear, Kara was worried.”

“Tell her that her mama has eight lives left,” Bill said as I shook my head.” I will even though she gon’ wonder why in so many words you calling her mama a cat.”

“I prefer the term bitch in heat, but enough about that. What did the cops say?” Bill asked as Jey smiled. “No charges for Kara and Trin, it was self-defense.”

“Thank god, last thing we needed was another trial,” I said as Bill and Jey agreed. It was over…It really was finally all over.

Kara’s POV

Watching Trin with my son, I knew I couldn’t have asked for a better sister or aunt for my child. She took control and kept me grounded. Geez, I can still hear Tia’s body hitting the ground.

“Jey’s coming, I saw him push pass the cops. It’s now or never, let her ass go,” Trin whispered as I screamed for good measure making it seems as if Tia was slipping.

The look of shock on her face as I let her go was things instant karma is made of. She knew she was about to meet her end and the only thing she could do was scream.

Closing my eyes, I cringed hearing her body hit the ground bellow as Trin pulled me back in the room as we collapsed on the floor in an exhausted, thankful heap.

“Trin, thank you,” I cried as she shook her head engulfing me in a hug. “Don’t thank me….We did what we had to do.”

We walked away with some bumps and bruises, but the most important thing is that Tia is gone.  She’s gone and can’t hurt the people we love anymore.

“Trin-”

“Don’t say it Kara…It’s ok,” she whispered placing Joshua back in my arms.  

“But we-”

“Did nothing wrong, and the cops agree. That’s why there were no charges filed.”

“I know, I just hate I had to involve you in my mess.”

“I told you a long time ago you my sister, and I meant that.”

“Trin, I’m just-”

“Overthinking, when you should be enjoying my nephew,” she said as I smiled looking down at my son.

“To the grave,” I whispered extending my pinky out as she chuckled. “To the grave,” she said as we pinky promised to never talk about what happened again. After I fed Joshua and put him down I noticed Trin on her phone.

"What's got you smiling?" I asked climbing back in bed.

"Dear brother posted the baby, let me comment," Trin said full of excitement.

"Glad he didn't post me, I look a mess."

Girl, shut up, you look as beautiful as ever," she scolded giving me a hug.

 In the end, I guess I really was my sister’s keeper after all…And I didn’t mind it at all.

Trin was my sister in every way that mattered, and I would always have her back like she had mine.

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Four Years Later

Pensacola Pediatric and Internal medicine

Kara’s POV

“I want to thank you all for coming today as we get ready for our grand opening next week. I want you all to know that without you all there is no me. Thank you all for loving and supporting me.”

The happy faces of my family as I stood in front of my first practice is something I will never forget. Residency was hard but the completion and certification was well worth it.

“Hey lil man,” I whispered picking up Joshua as Jey put his arm around Logan making sure she was ok. “Mama, we eat now?” Joshua asked as I sighed. “In a few minutes we will eat lunch, ok?”

 His little pout as he laid his head on my shoulder making me smile. “Tee Tee, this is so neat,” Logan said giving me a hug. "Thank you sweetie."  Logan just turned eight a few weeks ago and growing up so fast and is already an amazing young lady.

 After Tia’s death, I felt responsible but every time I looked at this beautiful little girl, I knew. I knew we made the right decision for her, and I would always be there for her and so would Trin.

She also had Regina who has been a huge bright light in her life as well. She was good for Roman, and Logan. Hopefully one day he will take that step and try marriage again.

“Are you staying with us tonight, Logan?” I asked as Roman smiled at Regina. I knew he was loving the possibility of them having some alone time.  

“Yes, I wanted to spend the night if it was, ok? Is uncle Jey still grillin’?”

“Yea, I am, and you can stay whenever you want Lo,” Jey said hugging her as she smiled. “Thanks, uncle Jey.” Logan always relished in the attention and love that Jimmy and Jey showered upon her and I can’t say that I blame her. They loved her dearly and she loved them.

“Well, you can get Janiya too while you at it,” Trin said pointing at her three-month-old daughter, who currently had her father wrapped around her little finger speaking baby talk to her.

“Uh, no that baby is spoiled and gon’ holla for Jimmy all night. No ma’am, we pass until she gets a little older sis,” I said as Trin shrugged her shoulders. “It ain’t me, it’s him. See what you did Jimmy?”

“Aye, get off my back. It’s our first one,” Jimmy said smiling at his daughter.

“I guess you get a pass.. You look so cute being in Daddy mode,” Trin teased as my mother gave me hug. “I’m proud of you baby,” she whispered as I held her tight. “And I’m proud of you.”

“Ya’ll proud of me too, right?” my dad asked, jumping in our hug as we laughed. “Yes, we are very proud of you too, dad.”

My parents never got back together, but they are nice to each other and survive our family get togethers. That’s a plus for me.

“Ok, can I love on my wife now?” Jey asked, tapping my dad on the shoulder. My dad couldn’t get out of the way fast enough for me as I jumped into my husband’s arms.

“ I love you so much and I'm proud of you,” he whispered as I smiled truly happy that I had did everything I set out to do. Everything had been worth it, and a new journey was beginning for us.

"I love you more and like I told you, we did this together." I reassured him as my mother picked up Joshua.

"I was just about to pick him up Rebecca."

"Tani, you snooze, you lose. And how bout you finally admit that you don't hate me as much as you used too?"My mother asked as Tani rolled her eyes. Shaking my head I buried my head in Jey's neck.

"I can admit it, doesn't mean I have to like it."

"Please, you love sharing grammy duties with me."

"Them two a trip," Jey said shaking his head at their exchange. It's never boring, I can tell you that much.

"Think we should tell'em they're going to have another baby to spoil in a few months?" I asked as Jey smiled at me.

"Nah, they can wait a few more weeks. I ain't ready to share you just yet."

"Agreed, we need some peace and quiet for awhile."

"Damn, we really made it here,huh?" he asked still in somewhat shock, caressing my face. "Yea baby, we really made it."

The end.

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Pt 6

Content Warning: 21+, fluff, nsfw, smut, oral, love making, abduction, fighting, angst, mentions of Xavier.

A/N: Again, just want to say a massive thank you for the likes, comments, reblogs and follows!!! I appreciate you all so much! I kept writing and deleting this part because nothing felt right or I felt it didn’t flow. But hopefully Yall can agree that this does.

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“Making me burn for you…”

~

You’re sitting by the window staring out into the eternal darkness. Thinking about that moment with Sylus on the couch. Everything he said to you, everything he confessed. The way he practically told you he thinks about you 24/7.

To your dismay you didn’t get to talk to Sylus after that exquisite moment. By the time you had woken up you were alone, somehow in bed, and Sylus was gone.

Luke and Kieran said he had some business to take care of but it’s been a few days and now Luke and Kieran are gone too, leaving you completely alone in the compound to deal with what had happened between you and Sylus. The tenderness, the ferociousness… every single emotion. The way he made sure you were okay when you crying. An act that was never done before.

As you’re looking out the window mulling over everything you see something slowly manifesting outside of the window in the darkness.

A gold glowing orb of light.

“Huh?”

It was beautiful the way that it shimmers and shines. The orb morphs into the shape of a bunny and starts hopping around in the air and you’re suddenly filled with a sense of happiness.

“What are you?”

You press your finger tips against the window and the gold glowing bunny taps back gently with its face as if accepting a pat.

“You’re so cute.” You giggle.

“But you look so familiar..” you just can’t quite place it.

The bunny suddenly dissolves into a tiny cloud of sparkling gold dust. You swear for a moment you see something in the darkness outside the window. A silhouette of a person.

“Weird..”

Suddenly an alarm rings through the compound, scaring you as a corrugated metal sheet comes down in front of the window. In front of all windows and doors.

The whole compound went into a lock down.

“What the-”

A hand comes down on your shoulder.

“Ahhhh!” You scream and try to pull away.

“Relax! It’s just me.” A deep voice says.

“Sylus! What the hell?” Your heart is thumping hard against your chest.

“No time to explain. Come with me.”

He wraps an arm around your waist and is walking fast. You struggle to try and keep up.

“This will be faster.” He picks you up and slings you over his shoulder with ease.

“Sylus!”

“Ssshh.”

He’s taking long fast strides until he reaches his garage. Sylus ushers you into a car and instantly he’s in the driver side and starts driving away. He doesn’t even wait for you to buckle yourself.

“Sylus what’s going on?”

He doesn’t say anything at first, focusing on driving fast.

After 30 minutes of silence he finally speaks.

“It’s the Hunters Association.”

He takes a quick glance at you and then back at the road.

“They’re making moves to find you and they seem to be getting quite desperate too.”

Your breath starts to quicken. You squeeze the hem of your skirt.

“What happened back at the compound?”

“There was a security breach. One of the hunters was getting too close.”

You think about the orb of light, the bunny and the silhouette outside the window.

“Where are we going now?”

“I have a few safe houses scattered around.”

After what felt like hours of driving Sylus finally pulls into another garage. He helps you out of the car and you both move quickly into the safe house.

It was two stories and just as beautiful as the compound. Black walls with a couple of maroon feature walls. Beautiful glossy black tiles through out.

The first floor had a kitchen, dining room and a living room all open. There was a foyer near the front that had a black spiral stair case leading to the upper level.

It felt more like a home than a base.

“Let’s get upstairs.” Sylus puts a hand on your lower back and guides you.

“Sylus, what’s going to happen?” You ask as you’re walking up the stairs.

“You seem to be giving off energy readings… that’s how they’re tracking you. We need to try and suppress it.”

You reach the top of the stairs, various paintings decorate the walls. There’s about five rooms that you can see. The colour scheme still being black and maroon.

“Suppress what?”

He doesn’t answer you. He just leads you into one of the rooms. It’s not what you expected. It looked larger on the inside somehow and it was bright. The floor was a polished concrete and there was soundproofing on the walls.

“What is this?” You say as you’re walking around the room.

“Think of it as a sensory room.” Sylus says.

You’re standing in the middle of the room now, looking around. Sylus goes to a wall and presses a button on a panel and the lights start to dim. He makes his way back to you while taking off his jacket.

“Come down, let’s sit.” He grabs your hand and gently pulls you down as you both sit in front of each other on the floor.

He intertwines your fingers together.

“What are we-”

“Close your eyes.” He cuts you off.

You hesitate for a moment but you can feel the urgency radiating off him. A desperation that you don’t recognise. A side of Sylus that you don’t see, as if he was on the edge of failing something. You slightly nod your head and close your eyes. You’re sitting in silence listening to the soft sounds of his breaths.

“Focus your mind. Focus on the sensations in your hands.”

Sylus’ thumb gently starts to caress your thumb and it makes your heart skip a beat.

“Find that feeling..” he continues, his low voice a soft whisper that seems to carry out through the entire room.

A warmth washes over your chest and a tingling sensation travels down your arms to your hands.

“That’s it.”

Unbeknownst to you your hands are emitting that teal light. It’s shimmering with crystal shards and reflections of rainbow twinkle as the crystals turn. The light is engulfing yours and Sylus’ hands but before anything else happens it disappears.

You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“What are we doing Sylus?”

You open your eyes to look at him. He’s looking at your hands, still caressing your thumb and you think you see it. A glimmer of fear in those red eyes.

“Like I said. We need to try and suppress your evol.”

He looks you in the eyes, his own had softened. Trying to reassure you.

“Turn around.”

You do as he says and feel him envelope you in a back hug. His legs spread either side of you. Your fingers still intertwined. His face near your neck.

He brings your joined hands up and presses them against your chest.

“Close your eyes again.” He whispers into your ear. He presses his chest to your back as he holds you closer to him.

You steady your breath and close your eyes again.

“That’s it, find that feeling once more.”

That warm feeling washes over you again and the tingling sensation travels down all the way to your fingertips.

“Keep hold of that feeling for a moment. Let it in. Let it wash all over you.”

You feel him nuzzle his face into your neck his lips softly pressed against your neck as he speaks.

“Commit this feeling to your memory.” He whispers.

Your whole body feels warm now.

“That’s it… good girl… just a little longer.”

The teal light is pulsating around you and Sylus. The crystal shards stretching out around as if encasing you and Sylus in a diamond prison. Keeping you together in a warm embrace.

“Now… bury that feeling.. bury it deep down in your heart and lock it…but don’t throw away the key…”

The teal light slowly retracts back into your body. You feel the warmth and the tingling feelings creeping back to your chest.

The last bit of light seeps back into you and that peculiar warmth you felt is gone.

You open your eyes slowly. Still in Sylus’ embrace. His hands still holding yours against your chest, his face still pressed into the side of your neck.

“Sylus..?” You whisper.

“That should do it. But we’ll keep moving around just in case.”

You’re both still for a moment. You can feel his heart beat against your back with how tightly he’s holding you to him. As if he was afraid to let you go for if he did you might disappear.

Sylus sighs and sniffs your neck, savouring your scent. He lightly rubs his face up and down your neck before letting you go.

Your face is lightly flushed and you turn your upper body to look at him.

You can’t read the expression on his face. It’s as if he’s holding back something. You place a comforting hand on his thigh and lean forward ever so slightly.

“Sylus..” you whisper his name again. You don’t know what to say. You don’t know why all of this is happening. You don’t know what he just got you to do and why he’s looking at you like you’re going to shrivel away into nothingness.

He looks at your hand on his thigh momentarily before his usual demeanour returns. He brushes your hand away and stands up. Your heart aches a bit at the cold gesture. Especially after doing something that felt so..intimate.

He doesn’t walk away though instead he holds his hand out to you. Silently offering you to help you up. You take his hand and he gently pulls you up next to him.

“I’ve been tracking the hunter that’s been tracking you.” He finally speaks.

His hand finds your wrist and he grips it tight and starts pulling you along with him as he leaves the room.

You wince a bit as his grip gets tighter. “Sylus that hurts.”

He doesn’t respond to you though and just keeps walking till he gets to another room. A bedroom.

He picks you up and he’s holding you bridal style as he approaches the bed.

“I won’t let them take you.”

Sylus lays you down on the bed. He pins your arms down either side of you. His face searching yours.

“I can’t let that happen.”

Your face is red but you feel yourself connecting some dots.

“What do you think they’re going to do to me Sylus?” Your eyes trained on him, trying to read his face.

He doesn’t answer you though. Instead he slowly trails his finger tips against one of your arms that he had pinned.

Feeling your soft skin. He stops at your elbow and does small circles around it.

“I won’t let them take you… away from me..”

Your breath quickens as he leans down and captures your lips in a kiss. A kiss of longing and possessiveness, like he’s declaring that you belong to him and no one else can have you. He releases your other arm and caresses your face tenderly.

When he breaks the kiss he rests his forehead against yours. His warm breath mixing with yours.

There was something growing between you two. You see it now. You see it with his tenderness, with what he said a couple of days ago but you can’t let this happen. You don’t belong here, in this world… in his world. You know he knows this too… his reluctance… his own denial of how he’s felt over the last few weeks with you. Maybe that’s why you were hostile with each other. Why you told him you hated him repeatedly… anything to stop yourselves from accepting the alternative. The truth.

That maybe… you loved him and he loved you. Even after everything. How he treated you when you first got here. The abuse, the assaults… even after all that. Your heart ached for him too.

“Sylus..”

Before you can say anything else his lips are on yours again. Whatever you wanted to say it was to be left unspoken.

The kiss deepens as both of your erotic desires start scratching the surface. Wanting to be released and take hold of this moment.

Sylus’ hands travel down your body, feeling every inch, every curve.

You need to stop this y/n…stop this now before it’s too late!

You break away from the kiss gasping.

“Sylus..”

He starts kissing your jaw line, down your neck. A little moan escapes you as he gets to that sensitive spot in your neck.

Y/N!!

Your hands come up to his face, cupping his cheeks as you pull him back up for a more desperate kiss. Your tongues dance together.

He pulls at your shirt, lifting it up your body. He snakes a hand around your back and slightly raises you off the bed. You lift your arms above your head to make it easier for him to pull your shirt off. Your bra was next to go.

Sylus starts kissing down your now exposed body. Stopping at one of your breasts, his tongue swirls around your nipple, sucking and gently tugging with his teeth. You let out a soft moan.

“I won’t lose you…” Sylus whispers.

He moves further down your body, kissing your stomach, your ribs, leaving no part of your skin untouched by his mouth.

Your hands tangle in his hair, fingers feeling the soft silver locks between them. His hands are pulling at your skirt now. Sliding them off your hips along with your underwear.

Sylus looks down at your now naked body beneath him and he resumes kissing it.

“You’re so beautiful…” he whispers against your navel.

He pulls himself off you and you whimper at the loss of contact. But the way he looks at you, you know it’s only for a moment.

He starts to undress himself, removing the thin barrier of clothing that’s stopping him from feeling your skin against his.

Once he’s naked before you, he slides a hand between your legs and spreads them open, lifting one to his face as he starts a trail of kisses from your ankle and up your calf.

Once he gets to your knee he places your leg back down on the bed and resumes his kisses up your leg.

Your hands grab a fistful of the bed sheets as you feel Sylus drag his tongue up your inner thigh.

“Hold on to me, sweetie..” he says just nibbling a spot on your inner thigh.

You let go of the sheets and grab his hair instead.

Sylus places soft kisses on the outside of your pussy before swiping his tongue between your folds, that are already moist. He groans as he enjoys the taste of your sweet nectar, enticing him to want more. And he takes it.

“Mm Sy…”

Sylus buries himself in your cunt. The taste and feel of you on his tongue driving him rabid and hungry for more. You arch your back and tilt your pelvis giving him as much access to you as possible.

He darts his tongue deep into you, the surface is not enough for him. He wants to devour you. He drags his tongue to your clit, where he starts licking, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. The sounds of your moans encouraging him to keep doing that.

He slides two fingers into your cunt, giving you the pleasure of having your clit stimulated with your inner walls getting massaged at the same time.

“Moan for me…say my name…” he breathes into your pussy.

He adds a third finger, stretching you. Feeling how your wet hot walls clench around them.

“Nngh..Sylus..!” you gasp as you throw your head back into the mattress.

He curls two fingers up, hitting that sweet spot that he knows very well now. His mouth still on your clit. Making waves of pleasure flow through you.

“Cum for me sweetie. I wanna feel you drench my face.”

How does he do it? How does he know what to say and do to make you lose yourself like this? Because you do.

The pleasure running through you just builds and builds. His fingers, his tongue, his words and his groans bringing you that high that you love so much.

“God!.. Sylus!”

You fall hard over the edge and he groans as your pelvis bucks into his face, literally riding out your orgasm on his face. And he loves it. He licks up as much of your juices as he possibly can.

When he sits back you can see your slick on his nose, cheeks and chin and your face flushes at the sight of him like that.

He pulls himself back up to you and kisses you letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Roll on your side.”

You turn over and Sylus goes behind you and spoons you. You can feel his erection pressing against your ass. The pre crum leaving wet streaks against your skin.

He kisses the back of your neck before running a hand on the back of your thigh and lifting your leg up. He grabs his cock and lines it up with your entrance, once he pushes the head of his cock through he grabs your thigh again to hold it up.

You moan as he slides deeper into you. His chin rests on your shoulder and you can hear him groan as he continues to get as deep as he can inside you.

“You feel good like this, all hot and wet for me.”

Sylus starts thrusting into you, this new position making him reach places he hasn’t touched with his cock before.

“Y..you feel so good inside me!” You respond.

“Fuck.” Sylus moans, “kiss me.”

You twist your torso and tilt your head back so you can kiss him.

He starts thrusting faster and harder and you moan onto his lips with every thrust.

“S..Sylus..I..”

His grip on your thigh tightens.

“I..know…”

It didn’t need to be said. He could feel it..and he feels it for you too.

~

You only spent a week at the safe house before leaving for a new destination. Sylus was determined, if not paranoid that the hunter who breached his security at the compound would catch up and he wanted to put as much distance between you and him as possible.

He had to anticipate every situation, every decision to be able to stay ahead.

He wouldn’t let you be alone, if he wasn’t with you Luke and Kieran or Mephisto were.

But the cold cruel hands of fate would not let this suffice for any longer. The inevitable would happen. Whether Sylus wants it to or not.

Things were starting to happen in the N109 zone. The people, thugs and criminals all started to notice Sylus’ absence and a revolt was starting to form. Power hungry mongrels were gathering together and it was a problem Sylus had to squish. To remind them all that he was not to be tested.

“Sylus, I will be fine.”

Sylus was pacing the room. Thinking of a plan.

“It’s been weeks since the compound incident and we’ve been to like 10 different places. Plus I think you’ve got worse problems on your hands now. I can see it on your face.”

“And I won’t be alone. Mephisto will be right by my side.” You continued.

He stopped in his tracks and looked at you in a way you haven’t seen for long time. It sent a shiver down your spine.

Luke chimed in, “the bomb attacks are getting worse boss.”

Sylus turned his glare to Luke and he put his hands up taking a few steps back.

“Kovi and his men are not stopping. We know you could handle this by yourself boss but you can’t be in 5 different places at once..” Kieran added.

Sylus growled as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t help but shake this feeling that this was too smart and calculated for Kovi. That someone else was pulling the strings.

Sylus glanced at Luke and Kieran. “Get a head start. I’ll meet you there.”

They nod and leave the room.

Sylus walks over to you and embraces you in a hug. One hand patting the back of your head. After a moment he releases you.

“I want you to have something. Do you remember what you read in that gun manual?”

“Yeah?”

Sylus pulls out a hand gun from his jacket and places it in your hands.

“It’s not much but I’ll feel better knowing you have this with you.”

You feel your hands tremble a bit holding the weapon in your hands for the first time.

“Remember: safety off, aim, pull the trigger. Both hands to stop the recoil.”

You nod your head. “It’s going to be okay Sylus.”

You touch his cheek, “I’m going to be right here when you get back.”

~

A storm was brewing. He was right. Right all along and like a fool he let his guard down. Things he killed lesser men for.

Blood covered Sylus’ hands and went all the way to his elbows. Once he realised it was a trap using his Evol wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel their bones crush under his hands. He brutally slaughtered 50 men making his way back to you.

The door to the safe house was wide open. The silence was deafening as he stepped through.

The sound of his heart pounding in his ears as he took in the sight before him.

Luke and Kieran were behind him but he couldn’t hear what they were saying.

As he walked into the foyer he noticed two bullets lodged into the wall. Black feathers littered the ground as well as a few blood splatters.

Two thugs’ lifeless bodies were on the floor. Their throats slit.

There was a long scratch mark along the hallway walls which he proceeded to follow. Three more bullets. More feathers and blood.

A white hot rage was igniting in his belly as he continued down the hallway. Holes were in the walls, scratches along the ground now and more blood.

He opened the first door and there was Mephisto on the ground, not moving and laying in a pool of blood. One of his metal wings broken. Luke and Kieran run in and start tending to Mephisto.

Sylus checked the next room, all the furniture was turned over and by the window was the handgun with the remainder of the bullets on the floor next to it. Another three men’s’ lifeless bodies on the floor, throats slit and gashes all over their bodies.

And you were nowhere to be seen.

Sylus’ eyes darkened as he stared out the broken window. A monstrous madness consuming him. Whoever took you just signed their own death certificate and Sylus was coming to collect.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[lynaferns]

Been honest, I was kinda hesitant of posting this.

It's an old comic about a theory I had of what truly happens after Moon catches Gregory in Security Breach, becasuse Moon has something different in his jumpscare that inspired me to make this.

Mar 26 2022

Pt 1

The rest is under the cut, long post

Pt 2

Pt 3

All the Pts without the page cuts

and that's the last time I used this type of lineart

Moon's the only one who never touches Gregory, everyone else grabs him and/or shakes him but Moon has the tickle fingy thing and got me thinking "what if he doesn't kill Gregory in the spot but brings him to vanny instead because virus/hacked?"

I made a drawing explaining better my idea of how it works for reddit, I'm not so sure of it anymore, but if you want to take a look at it, here

Also, a little comic about what happened while I was finishing the Pt 1 + the bonus

[dinogoofymutated]

SFW!Cable/GN!reader - Pt 2.

@gildedjerk YOU DID THIS TO ME. I was supposed to finish my homework an hour ago but I wrote this instead. I literally haven't written a part 2 to anything this quickly ever. what is happening to me

Read pt 1 here :)

TWS: Angst with happy ending. Falling buildings, minor depictions of death, timeliness bullshit, big man cries and we smooch him. Possibly part 3 if the mood takes me

 For the first time in a long while, Nathan is panicking. Buildings in the city are crumbling around him, sentinels closing in around every street corner- and he can't find you. He calls out your name, and you don't respond. He reaches for you, searching for your mind with the telepathic ability he can spare- and he can't feel you. 

    He can't feel you.

    For the first time, he's more struck with the absence of your running mind than he had ever been annoyed by it.

    He should have gone with you. He never should have let you split away from him. The two of you were a duo. No matter how much grief you gave him when you first started to tag along, he couldn’t imagine life without you. He refused to. Cable narrowly dodges a falling fire escape, and he knows he’s running out of time. He calls for you, again, and again- and there’s no response. He can’t let this happen. He won’t. 

    Cable bolts down the street as the smoke billows and the world crumbles. The device on his wrist beeps, and his blood runs cold when he realizes it’s a warning. Still- he perseveres. He follows the psychic echo you left behind, rounding every corner he can, staying on your scent like a bloodhound. He wouldn’t leave without you. Not again. 

    He’s getting closer, he can feel it- but his fear only grows, knowing that you were so close, and yet he can’t feel you. He can’t find that beautiful mind of yours.  He can’t find your memories. Your nervousness. Your running mind. He can’t feel that love he was so afraid of anymore- and he is so scared for an entirely different reason than before. 

    He follows your trail through a warehouse, weaving in-between the machinery as he hears the distinct sound of a sentinel, but he’s horrified when he realizes it’s not coming towards him. Towards you. It’s walking away. Cable exits the warehouse, and on the other side, he finds… nothing. 

    Cable finds rubble. The building in front of him is rubble. He hears the shrieking of metal as the building on his left begins to fall, but he’s preoccupied. A beeping is heard, but it doesn’t come from him. It sounds again and again. Never stopping. 

    Cable sees the blue light from underneath the rubble, and he finds a device identical to his own. It’s still attached to your arm, but you are not there. Your mind is not there.

     The building to his left finally gives in to the weight and falls. 

    A stabbing influx of… something, strikes Cable’s forehead, and he wakes up in a cold sweat, lying on the cot in the safehouse. His body is disoriented, his mind chilled with something more than just horror. Cable realizes that it wasn’t a dream, It was a vision. It was the future. A future. 

    It was real. It felt so real. He’s not entirely sure it hadn’t happened. Cable sits up frantically, looking towards your cot to find you. But you’re not there. His mind is still addled by the influx of information, powers mixed and scatterbrained, unable to find and feel. The one thing it still seems able to do is keep the virus at bay. He’s stumbling as he stands. Cable slams the bedroom door open, that cold horror all he can think of as his mind cannot find you in its haze.

    He moves through the house like a storm cloud, opening every door, searching for you in the same meticulous manner he uses to search the house for threats.

    You find him before he finds you. Having heard the commotion, you exited the kitchen, stepping into the hallway halfway wondering if there had been a breach in the security. 

    “Nate?” The footsteps stop abruptly when you call out for him, only to pick up the pace a second later. Cable looks absolutely furious when he exits a spare room, storming over to you in a manner that almost makes you afraid he’s going to yell at you.

    But he doesn't. The moment Nathan reaches you, he takes hold of your face, and he kisses you like he’d never get the chance to kiss you again. It’s desperate, almost forceful- but after a moment of confusion, you kiss him back. His hold is all-consuming, presenting his love and care for you out of urgency, and necessity. Nathan only pulls away when his thoughts pull back together. He looks at you in shock, like he himself hadn’t expected the kiss to happen. He looks worried. Scared. You pull him down by his collar to kiss him again- if only to wipe those emotions clean from his face. Tears are running down his face, but he can’t bring himself to pull away from you like he had so many times before.

    He kisses you again, and again, hoisting you up into his arms when his back starts to hurt from bending down to reach your height. Nathan sets you on the kitchen counter, finally pulling away from you- and he begins to sob.

    However afraid he was to fully experience the love you had for him- the fear of losing you without showing you his love had triumphed it all. You hold him close as he sobs into your shirt, wrapping him in your love. You don’t know what started this. What set him on this path when yesterday was spent the same as any other day for the two of you- dancing around each other. Leaving the ties blurry. Leaving your love unclear, choosing not to tread through the rapid waters just yet. -but what did that matter anyway, when he had kissed you with such intense emotion? You’re concerned for him. You’re worried for him. You love him. You love him. You love him. Nathan wants to bury his mind so deep within your thoughts, like a warm blanket that kept all of his self-made fears of intimacy at bay. That made them disappear.

    Nathan doesn’t want to show you what he had seen. What someone had made him see. He doesn’t want you to experience the fear, the pain. Despite all of his confusion, his pain, what he did know was that he was never going to let that happen. He didn’t care what timeline he had to tear apart, what plan for the future he had to ruin. He had lost so much in life, but he wasn’t going to lose you. Not again. Not ever.

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

Wary Sailor Pt. 4 | Matthew Joy x fem!reader

summary: She isn't good for him, but she keeps coming back. What is a man like Matthew Joy meant to do??

warnings: smut, aggression, dubious consent, fingering, penetration, unprotected sex, trust issues lol.

word count: 2574k

Dream Sweet in Sea Major- Miracle Musical 🎶

Another shout out to @everandforeveryours for feeding me inspiration. 1 more part coming... maybe 2? I have an ending in mind for sure!

Matthew awoke with a soft gasp as he felt his body start to fall as he slept. He was still sitting against the wall but had slumped over and forced himself awake. His hands kneaded the straw mattress as he tried to gather his bearings. The whale oil lamp was turned down low so the room was dark and stuffy. Matthew felt sore and feverish after being thrown overboard. He couldn’t get sick, not now. It would be a death sentence to the whole crew. 

Weakly, Matthew lowered himself down onto the mattress and covered himself with the wool blanket. His back spasmed as he did so and he gritted his teeth to keep from gasping in pain. His dark brown hair was plastered against his forehead and he looked more pale than usual. Even his freckles were pale, as if his coloring had been ironed flat. Closing his eyes again, Matthew tried to fall asleep. He returned to the dream he’d been having before with a peculiar quickness. 

In his dream he could see Y/N lying on a rock, surrounded by waves. She was in her human-form and wearing a white dress like a little girl. Beyond her, Matthew spotted a sperm whale breaching the surface for air. Its blowhole sent a spray of water and grime into the air. The girl looked at the way over her shoulder. When the whale finally descended again, she turned and looked right at Matthew. Suddenly, he was there on the rock with her. She could see him and speak to him. Looking between his eyes for a moment, she took a breath and warned him. 

Beware the white whale. 

…

When he woke up again, he looked around the small cabin in confusion. Something else had woken him up this time. Through his squinted eyes he could see only light and shadows, moving with the motion of the ship. He heard the door open, the latch having not been properly secured. It fell open slightly and Matthew could just see into the corridor outside the Captain’s quarters. He forced himself to stand and staggered across the floor to the crude door. As his hand found the handle and started to pull it closed, a hand helped him close it.

He was too tired to react when he turned his head, seeing her standing there beside him, her hand helping him close the door. She was once again in her human-form, her pale legs iridescent with droplets of water. She wore a nicer dress than she had the first time he’d seen her. It was still white but it had long sleeves and ended at her knees. Her neckline plunged deep enough to allow Matthew a view of her glistening sternum. Her hair was braided down her back in a long braid. 

“How did you get in here?” Matthew could only think to ask. His eyes traveled up her body despite his best efforts. Before she responded, she closed and latched the door. When she faced him, her eyes were downcast as if she were embarrassed. Matthew took a deep breath and skipped to his next question, one that seemed more relevant, 

“Why are you here?” He asked and watched as she removed her hand from his and turned away. As she moved away, he felt himself reach for her. His hand gripped her upper arm and pulled her back to face him. Her green eyes rose to meet his gaze and they were wet with old tears. His fingers tightened around the fleshy part of her arm, seeming to forget that she wasn’t human like he was and couldn’t feel the same pain. 

“I said, why are you here Y/N?” His voice was harsher as he spoke through his teeth, “you made it clear the last time we spoke that we couldn’t be together, and yet, here you are… again.” As he said the last sentence, his eyes softened. Despite his best attempts, he loved the girl in front of him, her contradictions and all. 

“I made a mistake… I’m making one now too,” her voice was soft and distracted. She wasn’t making much sense. His grip loosened and she exhaled slowly, her eyes turning fully to hold his gaze. 

“I hope you can understand how much I love you and why that means we can’t be together. Can you see I did what I did because I love you? I’m trying to keep you alive…” 

“Then why do you keep coming back?” He looked her up and down, his heart racing as she licked her lips. 

“I don’t know.” She answered his question honestly and looked between his eyes. Matthew sighed and looked up at the ceiling. He pinched the bridge of his nose and tucked his other hand across his bare chest. His shoulders slumped slightly and his stomach contracted after each breath. His body was sore but he still managed to pull the girl violently to him and kiss her. She was weak in his hold as he held her up on the balls of her feet. His hands held her arms down at her side but it’s not like she was trying to get away. 

He was kissing her so hard that her head was forced back against the wall behind her. Their breathing became heavy as they kissed, teeth pulling at lips and tongues. Pausing for only a moment, Matthew ripped her dress from her body. The fabric split down her chest and slipped down to her feet. 

“Didn’t you know, love? It’s bad luck for a woman to be clothed on a ship,” Matthew went back to kissing her, hauling her away from the wall in his sore arms. He hissed against her lips when he tossed her on the small bunk. 

“Matthew, you’re hurt…” she sat up on her elbows, her brow furrowed. 

“It’s nothing. Just bruising,” Matthew explained in a whisper and leaned over her, his wrists supporting his weight on the mattress. His kiss was slower and softer now that she was on his bed, lying below him. Her hands tenderly explored the muscles on his chest and felt as his muscles contracted below each movement of her finger. 

“God, look at you,” Matthew groaned against her cheek. His hands took her waist and situated her body where he wanted it on the bed. His arm brushed against her bare breast as he moved his hands back to her arms. Matthew pinned her hands above her head against the wreath of her dark hair. 

“I need you… I’d give anything for you,” his breath was hot and heavy against her neck. He kissed her skin, making her peach fuzz stand on end where he kissed. 

“You already have me, sailor.” 

As she said it, Matthew pulled his face back and looked into her pale green eyes. His chest rose and fell so close above her breasts that she could feel the heat from his body. 

“No, not yet but I will.” He responded seriously and let his eyes wander down her body to her knees. With one of his hands, Matthew aggressively spread the girl’s legs and wrapped them around his hips. He’d already had her before but it felt new again as he pressed his erection against her wet cunt. Gasping softly, she pushed against him and moved her hips in a circle. Matthew took his hand and forced two fingers into the girl’s open mouth. She sucked them gently as he kept holding her down. 

“There, that’s it, love.”

Then, removing his fingers from her mouth, Matthew penetrated her with his middle and pointer fingers. He used his thumb to rub her clit, his pressure hard and unforgiving. The girl below him whimpered as he worked her walls into a stretch. The sensation of her natural lubricant on his fingers made his erection even more painful as it strained against his pants. Once he had worked her up enough where she was red in the face and panting, he removed his fingers and sucked them clean. In the next second, Matthew pulled down his pants and teased himself on her entrance. 

“God, just put it in already!” She whimpered before Matthew clapped his hand across her mouth, silencing her. 

“Be quiet, love.” His dark eyelashes fluttered when he finally pushed inside of her. Somehow it was even better than their first time. Matthew hissed loudly as he completely filled her up, hitting the base of her uterus before slowly pulling out again. His back was already spasming from the effort and he tried to ignore it as he thrusted a second time. Sensing that he was losing strength, she pushed him off and forced him back down in her old place.  

“You can still have me, sailor, but perhaps in another way?” She suggested with a shy smile. Still smiling with lust, Matthew smirked and caught on to her meaning. 

“Show me, love,” he nodded and held both of her fleshy hips as she rose on her knees, finding his cock with one of her hands. Holding it straight, the girl lowered herself onto it and nearly gasped out loud. Matthew shushed her kindly and helped guide her down, supporting her so she could go slow. 

“Damn, it feels so fucking good.” Matthew threw his head back, his Adam's apple poking up as he swallowed. He quickly raised it again so he could watch the girl begin to move with more flexibility. She twisted her hips and moved back and forth, working quiet moans from the both of them. She covered her own mouth as she kept up her pace on his cock. She could feel him leak around her, making the base of his cock wet with their sweat and precum. 

She supported herself by pushing one hand against one of his pectoral muscles. Matthew offered her additional support by moving one of his hands to her elbow. Her eyes screamed out in thanks as she changed pace, snapping her hips down and bouncing up and down on her knees. 

“There you go, love. You know just what to do, don’t you?” He gave her a soft laugh and wrapped her hair around his hand, holding it away from her back. Using her hair, he pulled her down to his lips and rubbed his nose against her’s. 

“Do you know how much I love you?” He asked her between their whines. When she didn’t respond, Matthew kissed her. He breathed in through his nose and she nearly melted below his mouth as he bit her bottom lip. 

“I don’t know you at all, and yet, I love you more than anything,” he told her when he released her fat lip. Her eyes poured into his as she sped up her hips. Matthew began to thrust up into her, losing control of his body. She was so wet around him that he could hear the movement of his cock inside her, through layers of muscle and bone. 

“Ride me until the end, love.”

The Siren nodded and arched her back. Matthew grabbed her hand and watched as she worked herself up to a blinding climax. His groans slipped into quiet moans and exhales as she squeezed around him, prompting his own orgasm. They both stifled their shouts of pleasure and stumbled through their climaxes, swapping cum. Finally, she leaned forward again and waited for him to speak. Matthew brushed her hair away from her face and pulled her to his chest. Pulling out as he did, she collapsed against his chest. She could feel every muscle in his chest as she rested her cheek on his body. His heart was racing, the same as hers. 

She rolled over and allowed her head to rest upon his bicep. Matthew rolled his head to the side and watched her. Her lips were parted as she caught her breath. They were both naked save the short breeches caught between Matthew’s legs. Sweat sparkled on the girl’s body, catching his attention. Though he was tired, Matthew propped himself up beside her and lowered his face to her stomach, licking the drops of sweat from her skin. She tasted like salt, both from her body and from the sea. His nose trailed the curvature of muscle leading from her sternum to her navel. The Siren’s hand cupped the back of his freckled neck and ran up into his dark brown hair. She tugged affectionately and petted him like a dog, encouraging a smile from the man above her. 

“I don’t think I have ever loved the ocean more,” Matthew whispered between long drawn out licks. “For having made you was the greatest gift of all.” 

“Quiet now, sailor. Come here and kiss me,” the girl smiled and giggled as Matthew did as she requested, pressing his lips against hers. 

…

“I should leave now, before dawn,” Y/N’s voice broke the calm silence between them. Matthew turned his face to process her sentence. With a disappointed nod, he sat up in the bunk and buttoned his pants. 

“I’ll walk you to the railing.” 

By then, his clothes had dried where he laid them the day before. Having ripped the dress from her body, the Siren was naked, so Matthew handed her his shirt and helped her tie the front laces. 

“It’s bad luck for a woman to wear clothes on a ship,” Y/N laughed softly at Matthew who shrugged his head to the side. 

“That’s true… but it’s only for a moment,” Matthew pursed his lips in faux-thought. Hand in hand, Matthew led her up to the deck of the Essex. Dawn hadn’t breached the horizon but the skin had brightened enough to see a few feet in front of them. The men would be up and working soon, recovering from the storm. She started to mount the railing when Matthew stopped her. 

“Wait, before you go… I had the oddest dream about you and… and a white whale. It’s the same whale the Captain has been chasing, the one that even Owen is beginning to obsess over. They both see it as a trial of some kind. Anyway, you told me to ‘beware.’ Do you know such a whale?” 

She furrowed her brow and nodded worriedly. 

“Yes, I do. Matthew, it’s a red herring. Whatever you do, don’t let these men try to best the beast. You will never win against nature. You can never win against something like me… something born of the sea-”

Voices rose from below the deck and Matthew checked over his shoulder. 

“Promise me you won’t join them in this madness,” her hand grasped his and squeezed painfully tight. 

“I have no control over them-”

“Then make them listen. You must promise, promise that you’ll try.” 

Matthew furrowed his dark eyebrows and took a sharp breath. 

“I promise…” 

“Joy!” 

Matthew turned. She was gone. 

“What the hell are you doing above deck?” One of the deckhands greeted him with a smile and a gentle pat on the back which was still bright purple with bruising. 

“The storm has passed,” Matthew could only think to say and gestured to the calmer sea. 

“For now, I heard Owen saying the Captain wants to chase it, he thinks the whale is following it too.” 

“Where is the Captain?” Matthew’s voice darkened. 

“In his quarters, sir.” 

“Right, watch the horizon. I’ll be back.”

....

End of Pt. 4!

[bryhoney]

Recognisance Pt.6

Hello!! I hope you enjoy! Just wanted to say thank you for all the support this fanfic has received so far :) I'm also sorry in advance :((((

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AO3

I've got an interview coming up for potentially a dream job offer so I'm prepping for that all the time at the moment - hence the slight delay in posting updates! But fingers crossed that all works out and it should be regular again!!

You’re seated opposite Gabriel and you note that he’s irritated at the commotion around you. No doubt he wanted to seat you in some private room to interrogate you but with the aftermath of the Ghost’s infiltration of the base - there isn’t anywhere to go. 

You’re in an office that hasn’t been soundproofed, people are frantically ferrying their wounded colleagues or scrambling to gather information from each other. 

Gabriel will be called away soon, he will have to answer to someone or orchestrate the next steps the Federation will take. He’d likely take the brunt of the blame for this mishap. 

“Now, I’m only going to ask you nicely, once. You let them out, didn’t you?” He’s smoking, which you find unnerving. He’s doing everything he can to appear calm, but you’re sure he’s shaken by the breach and furious with your actions. 

You don’t answer immediately, you’re not sure what the best approach here is. Despite everything, he’s still the only constant you have in your life. 

“You didn’t tell me,” you’re oddly proud at how stable your voice is, you feel numb to everything other than the man opposite you, and you’re not even sure he’s an ally anymore. 

He sighs, moving to stand. You can tell he’s wrestling with himself to maintain his composure. He looks out the window at the flurry of soldiers outside the office. 

“I thought it’d be better this way, I’ll explain it all when this is over,” he sounds sincere, gesturing to the hallway to indicate that ‘this’ is the catastrophic impact of the ghosts.

“You killed my father,” you whisper, hating everything about this situation. You hate that your heart aches for a man you don’t know. You wished, more than anything, to remember the man whose voice you’d heard consoling you, who sounded like he loved you. 

He turns back to you, “He wasn’t your father in the end, he was a liar - a traitor,” his voice is cold and hard and the look he gives you is lethal. 

You’d also betrayed Rorke.

A soldier bursts into the room, “Sir,” his attempt to portray a calm indifference is admirable despite the heavy breathing that gives him away. 

“I’ll be back soon, I expect you to be in your room until we can secure the site again,” Rorke says calmly before turning his back to you. He strides out of the room, following the younger man towards the main control centre. 

It takes you a second to stand, hesitant to walk through the soldiers. Did they know who you were? Would they kill a relative of a Ghost? A Walker? 

You hold your head up high and turn towards the living quarters, trying not to look at the extent of the damage that just a handful of men wrought onto a base full of highly trained operatives. 

—

Time moves very slowly as you sit and wait in your room for Gabriel. 

You’re sure that outside your room, the base is still in chaos but it’s completely silent in here. You’ve shut out every thought and memory that tries to resurface as you quietly try to piece together what you know. 

Firstly, You’re a Walker. Your brothers are Hesh and Logan Walker. 

From what you can recall, your childhood had been a happy one with the Walkers. This fact is less concrete, just moments of a normal, if somewhat eccentric family. 

Secondly, you were tortured by them. The memories of your time in the room are hazy and interwoven with snippets of pain. But it was them - you’re not sure what drove them to do that to you. What had you done to turn them so far against you? 

Rorke had told you that you’d been tortured to get to him. Who were you to Rorke? You had more ties to the Ghosts in Blood alone. You can’t recall being field-trained or dangerous enough to pose a substantial threat to them. 

But Rorke insisted that they wanted to recapture you.

But you were out in the field, and you had tried to kill someone. 

You had been raised by the leader of the Ghosts. Was it so unlikely to think you hadn’t also been taught some basic self-defence? 

Your brothers were ghosts. 

You-

“Keegan,” that was your voice, it was breathy and- 

Oh God. 

Oh God. 

What the ever-loving fuck was happening. You knew next to nothing and Rorke had kept you in the dark. You had no idea who to trust. 

Why didn’t he tell you? 

Your memories would come back. They had to, you couldn’t stand this awful limbo of not knowing who you were and what had happened. 

The door clicked open, and Rorke stepped into the room before locking it behind him. You felt small, entirely defenceless with him in this space. 

“How you holding up, sweetheart?” his tone calm, reassuring as though nothing had happened. You furrowed your eyebrows. You’d allowed his enemies to escape and now he was calling you pet names? 

“I’m alright,” your voice is small and your knees are now tucked up towards you. 

He sits at the foot of your bed, looking towards you in the darkness, “Today was- it wasn’t what we expected,” he’s being honest, so you hope to keep him calm and keep him talking. 

“No kidding,” you try smiling through the darkness at him. You’re, entirely preoccupied with self-preservation - it’s as though you’ve cornered a wild animal. 

He smiles back towards you, “I suppose it’s high time you knew the truth.” You're taken aback, this was not the route you thought this military strategist would take. You had convinced yourself he would try something more calculated than the truth. But, that is assuming this was the truth. 

You bring your arms up to hold yourself, “maybe," you’re being soft, giving him no reason to see any threat in you. 

“You’re not a Walker,” he says it as though it’s obvious and it earns a physical, knee-jerk response from you,

“I am! I am a-”  You’re furious, he’s going to lie to you again.

“Let me finish,” his tone is violent, final. He softens as you flinch from him, never once has he yelled at you like this. He’s volatile, you’ve always known that and yet-

“You were a Walker,” he adds, he sighs and meets your gaze again, and you don’t expect it. You’re silent so he’ll continue. 

“You were a Walker, God knows what you were before the Walkers took you in.” He tries a smile at you, clears his throat and reaches towards his pockets, “You’ve been a Rorke for just under three years now,” his hand extends towards you, he’s holding a ring. 

You’re blinking rapidly, you feel yourself pale as your stomach drops through the floor. 

No. 

“What?” you whisper, heart in your throat.

“It’s yours,” he says, and you take the ring gingerly, inspecting it as though it might trigger some long-buried memory of your time with Rorke, your husband. 

No. 

This isn’t right. 

“I don’t- I don’t remember any of this?” your voice is level and calm, but internally you’re trying to stitch together even more fragments of your life. 

He laughs, “It was rushed, and they hate me all the more for it.” He places a hand atop your knee and you don’t shrug him off. 

“This doesn’t make sense, I wouldn’t have joined the Federation if I were a Walker, we’d have been enemies? How did we even-?” your train of thought is derailed by the constant theorisations forming and collapsing in your head. 

“It’s a long story, kid, but, I was a Ghost once, before-” he pauses, clearing his throat,  “I was close with Elias,” he replies, and God- it sounds honest. You don’t have any timeline to place this all on to verify anything he’s saying. 

He looks at you, sighing as he continues, “I don’t expect you to wear it, they tried to destroy every part of me from your memory when they took you. I was foolish, I didn’t think they’d hurt you because they were.” He stands, and you track his movements. You feel stupid, even less certain. But he was so much older, how did you even meet - and yet- 

You believe him. 

“Gabriel, I-” You’re not even sure what you were going to say but you felt the need to continue. It makes sense, why the Ghosts would want you alive, why’d they want to hurt you. 

But they’re home. They were home once. 

“I’m sorry," he says, “I should have told you from the start, I didn’t want to overwhelm you.” He moves towards you and kisses the top of your head. 

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Is all he says before he leaves. 

And you almost hate him for it, he has ripped away the idea that you had a family that loved you. Of course, you didn’t have a family, you only had Gabriel. 

But he was so much older, how did you even meet - how?

The man who has been nothing but respectful and kind. Your husband. 

It explains why the Ghosts want you. It explains why a highly capable, violent man remained calm with you despite freeing his sworn enemies. You hate how much it makes sense. 

“He’s dangerous, and he knows exactly how to kill us,” It’s your father, a briefing before a mission. 

Likely against Rorke. Your husband. 

You don’t remember any of this. 

The Ghosts had taken so much from you. 

You had so many questions. Despite the answers Rorke had given you, you felt more in the dark than ever. 

“You’re infuriating, you shouldn’t even be in that room, anything could-” You cut the man with the deep voice off by kissing him. He doesn’t hesitate - his hands reach for you. One hand on your waist pulls you towards him, the other holding the back of your head fingers in your hair as he devours you. He kisses you with such intensity your knees feel like they’re about to give out from beneath you. You whisper, “Shut up, Keegan,” against him as you lose yourselves in each other, he’s pushing you backwards until your back hits the wall. You gasp at the impact, and he raises one of your legs to his waist before he pushes his hips against yours, you moan into his mouth-

No. No. 

How could a Ghost, Keegan, do those things to you in your memory and then so easily carve a knife into your skin? 

You’re sobbing. Utterly frustrated at your inability to remember anything that could help you put your life back together. 

You weren’t a Walker after all.

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Unwanted: Chapter 2, Unspeakable - Pt. 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Steve Rogers (he is not my favorite, okay?), Emotional discussions, Explosions!

Word Count: 868

Previously On...: You celebrated Bucky's new arm by watching the Hobbit movie. When you mentioned that one of your friends would let him do "unspeakable things" to their body, he immediately thought of Natasha. Why did that make you feel icky inside?

A/N: I'm posting this from a coffee shop, which makes me feel very much like a "legit" writer, when, in reality, I'm just waiting for my dog to get out of the groomer, and the coffee shop is a Dunkin' lol.

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Taglist: (Please let me know if you’d like to be added!)  @blackhawkfanatic @les-sel @marcswife21 @buckybarnessimpp

"I've been meaning to thank you," Steve said as he stood over your shoulder. It was about a week after your movie night with Bucky, and you and Steve were working a mission together in Eastern Latvia. He'd already cleared the facility of hostile agents, allowing you the time you needed to infiltrate the site's computer systems and copy all necessary files for extraction back to the US government’s counter-terrorism task force. It was something you'd done a hundred times before, and could probably do with your eyes closed.

"Thank me for what? We've done this dance plenty of times." Your eyes narrowed as you concentrated on the computer code, fingers moving almost too fast for your own eyes to follow. You had nearly done it- the breach was wide open, and the terrorists' files were all laid out before you. The hard part was over, now it was just a matter of copying them over securely.

"Not the mission," he clarified, clearing his throat. "I wanted to thank you for what you've done for Bucky, for being there for him. I... I know you don't like me and things between us haven't been the same since Berlin, but it means a lot to me, knowing that he can call you a friend."

You paused, fingers hovering over the keyboard, and stared blankly at the screen, not able to look at him in the moment. "I never disliked you, Steve," you began, slowly, choosing your words with care, "but you broke us. You had your reasons, I get that, and maybe, to you, they seemed like good ones, but you fractured our family instead of trying to find a way for all of us to work through it, together. The only reason we're even in this room right now is because, by some grace of God, Tony was able to put his ego aside and offer you an olive branch to come home. We might look whole on the outside, but the cracks are still there. And they're always going to be. They'll never fully heal.

"So, it's not that I don't like you anymore. It's that I can't trust you. Not right now. Because I don't know if you're going to break us again." Your voice cracked by the end, but you felt surprisingly lightened, as though a massive weight had been lifted from your shoulders, and you realized just how desperately you had needed Steve to know how his actions had affected, not just you, but the others, as well. None of you had wanted to be forced to take sides in the civil war between Iron Man and Captain America; it had felt like burning down your own house, but in the end they had left you no choice. You'd already had it out with Tony. He'd apologized in the only way a man like him knew how-- with a brand new Ferrari that you were too anxious to drive and an obscene raise to your salary, but you'd never spoken about it with Steve. He'd seemed too content to act as though nothing had changed, like he hadn’t upended your entire existence.

You heard him clear his throat above you and you looked up. He was looking away from you, his face impassive, save for a tic in jaw. You'd known him long enough to see he was working on holding back his emotions.

"That's fair," he said softly. "That's entirely valid, and fair. And for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I was so caught up in trying to bring back my best friend that I didn't realize I was throwing away my family." He stole a glance down at you and caught your gaze; you could see his eyes shining. "I'll do better, Pocket. I'll do better for all of us, and I’ll especially do better for you."

His words didn't heal the wounds on your heart, but they did make them hurt a little less. You flashed him a small smile of gratitude, amazed that just his acknowledgement of the pain he'd caused you could be such a soothing balm to your anger. "Thanks, Cap. I appreciate it." He smiled at your use of the nickname; you hadn't called him anything but Rogers in forever. “And, for what it's worth," you added as the computer began beeping, signaling the transfer of files was complete and your objective had been reached, "I'm grateful you brought Bucky back with you. I can't imagine not having him in my life now." You stood up and pocketed the flash drive that now contained 18 months worth of terrorist plans. "Now, what do you say we blow this fucking Popsicle stand?" You gave him a cheeky grin as you deposited a small detonator on top of the computer server.

Steve returned your smile and offered a flourished "After you" as the two of you made your way out of the facility. Once you had cleared the perimeter, he gave you the all clear, signaling you to set off the detonators. You watched together as the building imploded into a spectacular fireball. Your relationship may not have been fully cured, but it had finally begun the process of healing.

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VIDEO GAME REC

PT.1

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

poppy playtime

security breach [montgomery gator][sunnydrop/moondrop]

the last of us [ellie williams][joel miller]

call of duty[task force 141][alejandro vargas][simon 'ghost' riley]

———POPPY PLAYTIME———

@clanwarrior-tumbly - reader being a same model as huggy

- Reader being an older janitor who never left

- bunzo learning that it's reader birthday

- the toys reacting to the reader carrying a kick-me-paul

- reader being the creator of huggy wuggy pt.1 pt.2

———SECURITY BREACH———

@clanwarrior-tumbly - security breach with a facepainter reader

- gregory and freddy finding the technician's secret office

- security breach with a mouse animatronic

- Canon animatronic meets y/n a kangaroo

- the animatronic receiving a tiny version of them self

@rainbowapocolypse - first encounter pt.1 pt.2 (animatronic! maintenance! reader)

@blueberrys-writings - scary dog privileges

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montgomery gator

@clanwarrior-tumbly - monty with a small moth animatronic

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sunnydrop/moondrop

@srslysierraa - hand in hand

@g00mb13 - headcannon

@clanwarrior-tumbly - sun and moon with a swordfighting fox animatronic

- Reader apologizing after getting banned

- sun helping overnight worker!reader clean

- reader calming moon when the light go out

- separate bodies

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ellie williams

@gonzo-rella - helping out ellie when she gets her period (platonic)

@elliesmainhoe - headcannon with a feminine s/o

@bubbles-for-all-of-us - that's my mom (platonic)

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joel miller

@forever-rogue - before

- hey kid

- bookish

@multific - a little friendlier

@luveline - grumpy x sunshine

@yelena-bellova - twenty years later masterlist

@peterparkersnose - christmas vibes

@nexusnyx - miss sunshine ♡

- my fellow, my guy ♡

- imagine being loved by me

@joels6string - cup o'joel

- haircut

@joelsgeetar - ___

@baevillier - regulars

@adora-but-ginger - sparks fly

@nanatargaryen - beach day

- grumpy x sunshine (platonic! immune!reader)

- joel and sarah miller x daughter!sister!reader

@wardenparker - for her

@from-the-clouds - savior complex

@orangevtae - I'm right here

- walking sins, lost tragedys

@talaok - incentive

- hunting lesson

- interrupted

- stay

@ourautumn86 - stray pt.3

@heartpascal - I am good (platonic)

- the crooked kind (platonic)

@angelltheninth - rescued by joel miller

@joshuagrayboy - jealous joel miller hc

- more than friends

———— CALL OF DUTY ————

task force 141

@sant-riley - random task force 141 x gen z member headcannon pt.3

- headcannon pt.2

@meatonfork - grim x platonic 141 hc

@itzclouding - becoming a shadow

@venomous-ragno - ghost and könig wirh a reader who has a big dog

@gatorbites-imagines - ___

@imaginesheaven - medic reader x tf 141 hc

@starstruckmiraclekitty - with a reader who sneeze like a kitten

@mangowafflesss - s/o who plays the sims

- Cod Boys Noticing their S/O Phone Screen is of Them

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world - The 141 with a reader who's a cybersecurity specialist

@thesharktanksdriver - being the youngest member of 141 pt.1 (platonic)

@personwhowrites - putting stickers on them

@ghosts-bandwagon - ___

@mockerycrow - reader catching them looking at her ass

@gomzwrites - finding out about your soft spots

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alejandro vargas

@ragingbookdragon - ___

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simon 'ghost' riley

@sm8th0p - date (medic!reader)

@ragingbookdragon - babysitting

- ___

- ___

@halfmoth-halfman - the little things

-little treasures, life's pleasures

- our little secret

@clairdelunelove - things simon 'ghost' riley finds attractive about you pt.1

@euovennia - simon being a mom/dad friend to reader

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The Wisp pt. 10

(Cross posted on tumblr and AO3)

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“I understand now, she’s manipulative and… Annoying.” Y/N complained as they walked down the hallway. Five nodded.

“She’s onto us.”

“Must’ve been that file.” Y/N said, looking around. “We should’ve waited.”

“The apocalypse can’t wait, Y/N...” Five whispered, “We need to act now.”

“Fine, but I’m using those Vietnam grenades.” Y/N crossed her arms.

After that, she and Five reworked the plan to fit better and ended up spying on the tube room. They saw Dot head inside, container in hand. Five grabbed the girl's arm and jumped inside, hiding in the corner.

"Get this to Hazel and Cha-Cha immediately." Dot was saying as she handed Gloria the container. Gloria hesitated, confused. "Immediately." Dot repeated.

"Okay, yeah." Gloria said. Dot walked out and Gloria put her glasses on, reading the label on the container. "Who are they?"

Five jumped, leaving Y/N behind and landing behind Gloria. He hit her hard in the back of the head and she collapsed. "You know everyone loved Gloria right?" Y/N said as she stepped out of her hiding spot.

"Shut up and cover me." Five said as he grabbed the container off the floor. He sat in Gloria's chair and Y/N closed the door. She hid Gloria and stood in front of the desk.

"Protect Harold Jenkins." Five read out.

"Guess we're killing him." Y/N said without looking at Five. "What are we gonna do about Hazel and Cha-Cha?"

"We aren't going to do anything," Five said as he typed. "They're gonna do our work for us." He stood, two containers in hand and notes, he waved the notes in Y/N’s face as she snickered.

“Oh man, I’d love to see that happen.” She smiled. Five stared at her before putting the notes into the containers and slid them away as Y/N kept watch, peering out the crack in the door.

"You know that's not how we do things here." The duo looked up and saw The Handler smiling at them from across the room.

Five leaned on a tube casually and Y/N smiled. "Where's Gloria?"

"Off." Y/N shrugged. "Wasn't here when we arrived. Thought we'd save her the trouble and us the wait."

Behind her desk, Gloria groaned as she started to wake up. The Handlers smile faded and she dropped her hands to her side. "You're a great disappointment to me."

"That’s what my dad used to say to me." Y/N, coming up beside Five.

"You can't change what's to come." The Handler ignored Y/N. "I truly find it so odd you can't shed this fantasy. You're a first grade pragmatist. And you, Y/N... I mean you seemed like a great employee, a role model for all of us to attempt to copy. You both belong here with us."

"I don't belong anywhere thanks to you." Five said. Y/N shrugged.

“I don’t play by rules, Handler.” Y/N shrugged.

"You made me a killer." Five said angrily.

"You were always a killer." The Handler said calmly. "You both were." She bent down and unzipped the leg of her dress. She straightened with a pistol in her hand. "I just pointed you in a direction."

The Handler shot at them and Y/N stopped the bullet, turning it and aiming it toward The Handler before Five jumped the two of them.

The Handler shot three more times. At that point, the girl heard yelling outside and alarms started blaring. "Security breach in tube room." It was saying, over and over again.

Y/N and Five were crouched in a gap between tubes opposite each other. Five was hidden behind a trolley. As The Handler walked through the room, Five slid the trolly out at her. She caught it with her foot and shot at Five who jumped away.

Y/N stood and stopped the bullets from coming after her, aiming them towards The Handler as fast as she could. She ducked, though Y/N did manage to mess that perfect hair of hers. She spun and shot, Y/N jumped aside and out of nowhere Five grabbed her and jumped away.

"What's the rush kids?" The Handler asked calmly as she stood and looked around. "We're just getting started. Is this really how you want the last line of your reports to read?"

The duo jumped behind her. "When I'm done I'm just done I guess." Five said.

"You can't keep this up Five." The Handler said, pointing her gun at the two.

"Watch us." Y/N grinned.

"We all know that even he has a limit." The Handler went on. "You owe me." She pulled the trigger. Again and again. The gun clicked with empty amo. The Handler lowered it and checked.

"I do owe a debt." Five said. He jumped them both behind her and held up her Vietnam grenade. "But it's not for you."

Y/N pulled the pin out and Five rolled it across the ground. "Shit." The Handler said quietly as it stopped at her feet.

They dived out of the room and around the corner, Y/N covered her ears as the bomb blew and people screamed. Five grabbed the girl's arm and jumped into the briefcase room.

He grabbed one and Y/N reached into his pocket, pulling out the other grenade. She pulled the pin and dropped it, running out with Five.

"Hey," The man at the desk outside said as we ran. "What are you-?" He was cut off by the explosion.

Y/N and Five spun, he held up the briefcase as a shield and they both hid behind it. Then Five jumped them back to 2019.

Y/N fiddled with the hem of her shirt as Five was rambling on about something. He said something about Harold Jenkins and how they were going to kill him. Sounded easy enough. "Harold Jenkins was that one guy that Reginald was being rude to." Y/N chimed in before adding, “When we were younger.”

"How the hell do you know Harold Jenkins?" Diego asked.

"He was the one that I gave that… Um… Oh! He was the one I gave that pin to," Y/N said as she recalled the early memory.

"I remember that," Five said in a low voice. He said that he didn't like Y/N being so touchy with the fans and that there were creeps out there.

"The boy was Harold Jenkins," She explained. "He was being abused, and wanted an escape. Father turned him away."

"Of course he-”

"I think you were just upset about how he was touching Allison." Y/N interrupted Luther and grimaced.

"None of that matters now," Five harrumphed. "What matters is that he's responsible for the apocalypse. So we have to find him, and we have to do it now."

"How's he related?" Diego asked.

"How am I supposed to know that when this is all I'm going off of?"

"So his name is all you've got?"

They continued to bicker as Y/N tried to wrack through her brain for solutions. However, for some reason, Y/N kept on thinking about Vanya. She was still being shunned away from all of this and she felt… Really bad.

“Y/N, you helping?” Five called out to her. She looked up.

"Yeah, I'll bite. Let's find Harold Jenkins." Y/N smiled. Five nodded.

"Thank you, Y/N." Five said before turning, "Well at least we've got another competent person on our side."

"I hope that's a compliment." Y/N sighed.

As Y/N, Five, Diego, and Allison all stepped out of the car, Allison said, "We have no clue what Peabody is capable of."

"Yeah, he didn't seem like much of a threat earlier," Diego noted dismissively.

"Besides," Allison said, "Look at Five."

"Thanks," the short boy grumbled as Y/N muffled a laugh.

"Good point," Diego agreed. "So what's his deal with Vanya?"

"Let's ask him after we kill him," Five suggested.

"We can't just kill her boyfriend, you know how emotionally distressed she'd be? She'd hate us forever." Y/N frowned.

"You're too soft for your own good, Y/N." Diego said.

“She’s our sister, we should care for her well-being, Diego.” Y/N argued.

“Yeah, well right now we’re caring about the world's well-being.” Diego said.

Y/N gritted her teeth and sighed. “Well right now, I don’t care if the world ends as long as we’re all together.” She crossed her arms.

They all went around the back of the house, Allison on our tail as the guys continued their discussion. "Y'know," Y/N said quietly, "This is kind of like the old days. Breaking in, saving the day."

"Yeah, it really is." Allison smiled.

They opened the back door without a problem just as Y/N heard the loud crash of breaking glass. Allison approached Diego's sprawled figure on the floor, Five not far from what Y/N guessed was a spatial jump.

"Subtle," the tall woman jokes.

Five's hand wrapped around the doorknob. "Y'know the door's unlocked?"

Diego rolled his eyes as he got to his feet. "Yeah, well it worked, didn't it?" he groaned. "Spread out," he grouched, walking down a hallway. "Just yell if you're getting shot or something."

Y/N wandered up the stairs and began looking around, silently observing each room she went through. Eventually, she found a hatch to the attic in the hallway, and decided to give it a try. Carefully climbing up, the room Y/N found startled her. "Hey, guys? Might wanna check this out," She called out to the other three.

Allison looked around. "Our faces are all burnt off," she observed.

"All but Y/N," Diego remarked. "You sure it isn't you that Peabody wants?" he joked.

Y/N chuckled awkwardly, "God, I hope not." She said, catching Five's sudden sour mood as he grumbled about something.

"This guy's got issues," Diego added.

Y/N looked at all of the burnt figurines and scratched posters before finding a small miniature figurine of herself. With mussed hair and a mask on, the miniature version of her had her arms in front of her face and her hands had plastic yellow light surrounding them.

"This isn't about Vanya," Y/N realized. "He has problems with the Academy. Leonard and Harold are the same person."

Beside Y/N, Five let out a shaky sigh as he fell back, hitting the floor with a soft thump. "Five?" The three of them knelt down around him. "He's bleeding," Allison said.

Y/N gritted her teeth, "We need to go right now." She said, her head going back to mission-mode. “Start the car!”

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"Y/N? Y/N!" Diego waved his hand in front of her face. She felt herself breathe heavily as her mind raced faster than she could process.

"Y/N!" Luthur shook the girl. Y/N blinked and cleared her throat, looking up at Luther with a slight smile.

"Yeah?"

"You were zoning out." Diego said, "You never zone out when something like this is happening."

Y/N slowed her breathing, "Yeah, I'm just tired. Sorry." She sighed, "But, I think I should get some water alright?"

"Yeah, you should probably get some water." Allison said. Y/N nodded, exiting the room and going downstairs to get some water.

As she poured herself a drink, her thoughts whirled around like a storm. 'Do any of your SIBLINGS even care about you? Imagine if Five died, what would you ever do with yourself?’ A slight dizziness washed over Y/N, and she felt an inexplicable sense of dread. Her heart began to race, pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but it only made things worse. Her chest tightened, and she struggled to get enough air.

‘You’re a useless and self-centered brat who can’t handle conflict herself. You hide away until your emotions get the best of you and then you blow up, pushing everyone away from you just like you’re doing now!' Her hands started to tremble, and she could see them shaking uncontrollably. The room seemed to close in around her, and the walls felt like they were inching closer.

A wave of heat surged through Y/N’s body, followed by a chilling sweat that made her skin clammy.

Y/N tried to focus, to remind herself that it was just a panic attack and that it would pass. But her mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion.

Her vision blurred, and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She needed to get out, to escape this suffocating space, to leave, to go anywhere else but this house.

Anywhere else but by her family.

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"God… What're we going to do about this?" Diego asked, "I don't think this is a dehydration kind of problem."

"She's got to be stressed, I mean with everything that's happened I'm sure one of us would break down at some point." Allison said. Diego shook his head.

"But we both know Y/N, and we both know she never really cracks under pressure. The pressure usually just… Eases itself out." Diego sighed as he looked at his sister.

"Right, I mean, she called me about how she was started to crack again but…” Allison looked as she saw the small weathered hands of her sister and the slightly chipped mask on her face. Diego pursed his lips, looking back at Y/N with concern and worry.

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Y/N blinked, opening her eyes and sitting up from the bed. What happened? She sighed and figured she probably passed out. She frowned, getting out of the bed and going downstairs. She heard voices in the kitchen and went downstairs.

"See? There's your maiden, Five." Klaus said. Y/N didn't even want to know what was happening.

"I passed out?" Y/N asked. Klaus nodded. "Alright… So…”

“Dad killed himself.” Klaus said and Y/N widened her eyes at the sudden information before thinking.

“What…?” Y/N scrunched her face in confusion, "Y'know what? I don’t even want to know. I just wanna get the hell out of here and fix the apocalypse before it happens.” Y/N sighed before turning to Five, "Is that coffee?"

"Tastes like shit." Five said. Y/N nodded.

"Well, let's find that piece of shit who ends the world and then kill me and we'll all be happy." Y/N smiled. Five whipped his head to meet hers.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I just thought that we'd also end up exterminating me when we kill Harold Jenkins. Was… That's not the plan?" Y/N frowned.

"That was never the plan!" Five sighed.

"Oh… Mummy and daddy are fighting again… I'll see myself out…" Klaus said and trotted up the stairs, away from the tension.

"Look, Five, it's alright, I'll just… Cease to exist. It'll be easy." Y/N smiled, "I'll just…" She mimicked a gun and pointed it to her head.

Five took her hand and placed it in his. Y/N liked it, it felt… Warm. "No. That's not going to be an option, alright? We. Are. Not. Killing. You." Five said angrily, "We'll… Find something else to do after Jenkins dies, alright?"

Y/N sighed, "Alright, but if I do end up killing everyone… Then… You have to kill me, alright?" Five hesitated before nodding.

"Fine, but it won't come to that." Five said.

“Don’t be so sure.” She said quietly.

Five sent Y/N with Allison, and then Allison and her were now hanging around the house that Vanya was currently living in. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Allison?" Y/N asked.

"Yes."

"Alright, be careful," Y/N said. She nodded and the two of them got out, Allison entering first.

Solemn violin music poured out of the cabin, and small objects like chairs and windchimes rocked back and forth in a strong wind that came from the same location.

"Vanya?" Allison called over the loud sounds. "Are you there?" She opened the door and stepped inside, while you loomed by the doorway. "Vanya, what's going on?"

Startled, Vanya lowered her bow, staring between the two of them. "What're you guys doing here?" she asked.

"We're here to visit you," Y/N said. "Are you okay?"

"Uh… Yeah."

"There's something… Strange going on," Allison noted. "What's causing it?"

Vanya seemed more sure of herself, as if she were a new person when she straightened up and said, "I am."

"What are you talking about?" the taller woman asked.

"I'm making this happen." She said, "With my abilities," Vanya added. "Turns out I've had them this whole time. Weird, huh?"

Y/N smiled, "That’s amazing, Vanya.” Y/N said excitedly. Vanya visibly relaxed with a smile before turning to Allison for reassurance.

Allison inhaled sharply, "That's incredible."

Vanya caught the hesitation in her tone. "But?"

"Can we talk about this in the car?"

"Why?"

"You won't wanna hear it."

Allison sighed, "Leonard Peabody? His real name is Harold Jenkins." Vanya stayed quiet. "I couldn't find anything about him in the library, remember? It's because he doesn't exist; Harold Jenkins does. He was imprisoned for twelve years. He murdered his father when he was thirteen."

"That's crazy."

"But it's true," Y/N said. Both of them turned to face her. "If you don't believe Allison, then at least believe me. I didn't see it before because he had aged so much, but I met Harold Jenkins over a decade ago. He and Leonard Peabody are the same person."

Vanya's shoulders sagged before Allison was in her face again. "We were in his house. He has pictures of all of us with our eyes gouged out!"

"Allison-"

"What?"

"We'll tell you everything when we get in the car, promise, but it isn't safe here!" She grabbed Vanya's arm and tried to pull her towards the door.

"Stop!" She pulled away from the taller girl and lowered herself onto a chair.

"Hey, don't grab her. Even if she's in danger…" Y/N placed her hand on Allison's arm, "If someone told me someone I loved killed someone and tried to grab me, I'd be hesitant as well."

Sighing, the woman knelt down in front of the violinist. "I can't imagine how hard it is for you to hear this… But we love you, and I just wanna be here for you, as your sister."

"There's no way," she mumbled. "I love him. This makes zero sense. And my powers, I just, I don't know what's even going on," she whimpered, covering her head. "I dunno what to do."

"… I might understand a little bit," Allison said. "When we were four, Dad said you were sick, and you had to be quarantined. We were so young. None of us knew to question him, not like we do now. But then he told me to do something that I didn't understand… Until now. He wanted me to make you think you were ordinary. He made me his accomplice."

Vanya blinked a few times. Y/N stared at Allison with a mix between shock and horror in her eyes. "So this is your fault?" Vanya hissed.

"I… I didn't realize- "

"You knew this whole time? That I was like you guys?" She shot up out of her chair angrily.

"No, no! I didn't really understand until today, until I saw you, and-and all of this!"

"Now everything makes sense," she spat. "This is why you never wanted me around!"

"What? No!"

"You couldn't risk me threatening your place in the group, your- your dominance."

"That is not true!"

"You couldn't handle that Dad might've found me special!"

"You are special, Vanya!"

"Stop saying that!"

"We can start over now!"

"You destroyed my life!"

"Oh, please, Vanya," she scoffed. "We can move on!"

"I'm moving on, but not with you. With Leonard."

"With Harold, you mean- "

"With Leonard! The only person who has ever loved me for me! Someone who's not Y/N!" The words went through Y/N's chest like a knife. The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed, and a presence filled it, one that seemed familiar. "Look me in the eye and tell me you aren't threatened now," she growled at Allison.

As a wind filled the room, Allison hesitantly said, "I don't want to argue with you- "

"Then go!" Vanya hollered. Something crashed.

"I'm only trying to help- "

"I don't want your help!"

"Vanya, I love you!"

"Stop saying that!"

"Allison." Y/N placed her hand on Allison's shoulder, "We should give Vanya some space. We should go."

"Vanya, are you okay?" Allison ignored the girl.

"Go!" The lights on the ceiling shattered, spraying glass everywhere.

"Please don't make me do this," Allison whimpered. "… I heard a rumor- "

Vanya's bow sliced through the air, and a line of red was suddenly across Allison's neck. The both of them lurched forward as blood leaked through the wound and she toppled to the ground. "Allison, no!" Vanya cried out. She mumbled the same word over and over, "No, no, no!"

Y/N breathed in and out, trying to calm herself as her eyes filled with tears. She cleared her throat and ripped her shirt, placing it over Allison's neck. She flicked her hand as the bleeding started to slow. "That should prevent any more blood loss," She mumbled.

"I didn't mean it," she sobbed, "I'm so sorry," she cried, her fists balling up the fabric of her shirt as she leaned into Y/N.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's gonna be okay, everything's going to be okay." Y/N comforted her. Vanya cried in her arms. "Everything's gonna be okay, Vanya. I got you."

"Vanya!" Leonard's shout turned both their heads as he opened the door.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She wailed against Y/N’s shoulder.

"I forgive you, Vanya… Calm down, breathe in and breathe out…" Y/N whispered to her.

"You did what you had to," he said. "Vanya, we need to go!"

"I can't leave them here!" Vanya cried as she was pulled out of Y/N's arms, she fought against him, "No!"

Vanya's hands covered with blood, sobbing hysterically and sputtering out apologies as she was held by the very man the others were hunting down. "Vanya." Y/N said. "It's going to be alright." She got up and turned to Leanord. "If you hurt my sister, or my family. I will come after you and kill you. That is a promise… Do you understand?"

"Please Y/N, don't- don't send me away!"

"I'm not, I promise - I promise that I'm not" Y/N said shakily as her voice cracked. "The others are most likely on their way here. They'll see Allison and you and Harold and they'll think the worst."

Vanya wailed. "I just need to diffuse the situation. I need to explain what happened." Y/N said, "They trust me. And I need you to trust me too."

"Let me fix this. Let me at least try." She shook her head, sobs still pouring from her shaking lips.

"Hey, hey, hey." Y/N took her sister's hands, "I will protect you and I promise I will try to explain what happened." She held her hand out. "Sisters promise, alright?"

"R-right…" Vanya's voice was shaky as the two of them left.

Y/N's hands trembled as she looked at Allison's injured body and lifted her hand, cocking her head to the side as Allison’s body floated up, yellow light shifting around her body as Y/N walked out with her body.

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"Hey, uh, Y/N?" Five called out to the girl who was looking out the window. She turned around, her eyes still red from crying. And yet she still smiled.

"Hey, Five." Y/N's voice cracked as she wiped her eyes, "Probably should be moping in my room, shouldn't I?"

"No, not really." Five sat down next to Y/N.

"Can you just stay here with me?" Y/N asked, turning to Five. "I think I like your company…" Her voice was quiet, a mere whisper, but Five heard. And he stayed. He held her hand as she rested her head on Five’s shoulder.

"Thanks, Five." Y/N chuckled. Five frowned.

"What-"

“For being here with me… For all of us.” Y/N said quietly, “It must’ve been so hard coming back and going through all of that.”

Five looked at her in a way she’d never seen him look at her before. He suddenly cleared his throat loudly, "It’s nothing, I’m just… Glad it’s over.”

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NEW FNAF ART ALERT * :0

Boost post

I've started with security breach because it's my favourite

but im making a PT 2 since theres still more in SB, I'm

planning on designing every single animatronic from every

game adaptation. (Just realised the work load I've put upon

myself

Anyway which game should I do next!?

[redacted-coiner]

DissoARperceived

[PT: DissoARperceived]

DissoARperceived, a Dissoperceived(link) subterm connected to thinking one perceives something/the world like the FNAF Security Breach V.A.N.N.I AR mask(link) and makes the person, whether it be because of delusional or IRL attachments, being an alter that perceives something/the world with the AR like filter but the body doesn't, psychosis, etc., feel disconnected from their external perceived reality status. This is not for "fun" or voluntary "I wanna be this ✨️/I wanna have this ✨️",", this also doesn't override the external physical ability status the person has. This term is not for "transitioning" of any kind either and is not radqueer friendly and not comparable to transgender.

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[daitranscripts]

Trespasser Pt. 22

Fate of the Inquisition

Trespasser Masterpost Previous: The Dread Wolf

Cyril: I agree something must be done, but we cannot lose the Inquisition now. We stand on the brink of war with the Qunari.

Teagan: Yes, because this “Solas” provoked them in the first place!

Warned the Council Josephine: The Inquisition did not cause this threat. We informed the summit of the danger— Teagan: The danger posed by Qunari spies inside your organization!

Did not warn the Council Josephine: We apologize for not informing the summit beforehand. We were concerned— Teagan: Of course you were. The Qunari spies were inside your organization!

The scene fades in to the PC walking into the Council.

Leliana Divine Leliana: Without our organization, you would not be alive to complain.

Leliana Divine Cassandra: Without our organization, none of us would be here to complain.

Vivienne Divine Vivienne: Without our organization, I doubt you would be alive to complain.

Teagan: (Sighs.) No one has forgotten what you have done. But Corypheus is two years dead.

Cyril: If the Inquisition is to continue, it must do so as a legitimate organization, not a glorified mercenary band.

The PC joins them, stopping next to Josephine.

Josephine: Inquisitor?

Dialogue options:

(The Inquisition will be disbanded. Efforts against Solas will be weaker, but more secure.)

Angry: We’ll solve this ourselves. [1]

Pleased: Our work is done. [2]

Sad: The Inquisition needs to end. [3]

(The Inquisition will serve Divine Victoria. Efforts against Solas will be stronger, but risk corruption.)

Angry: We serve the Divine, not you. [4]

Pleased: We will keep the peace. [5]

Sad: We need more oversight. [6]

1 - Angry: We’ll solve this ourselves. The PC holds up the book they are holding. PC: You all know what this is. A writ from Divine Justinia authorizing the formation of the Inquisition. We pledged to close the Breach, find those responsible, and restore order. With or without anyone’s approval. Cassandra nods. PC: It wasn’t a formally authorized treaty that saved Ferelden’s people. It wasn’t careful diplomacy that ended your inane civil war. It was never about the organization. It was about people doing what was necessary. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a world to save. Again. The PC drops the book. PC: Effective immediately, the Inquisition is disbanded. [7]

2 - Pleased: Our work is done. The PC holds up the book they are holding. PC: You all know what this is. A writ from Divine Justinia authorizing the formation of the Inquisition. We pledged to close the Breach, find those responsible, and restore order. With or without anyone’s approval. Cassandra nods. PC: We have fulfilled that pledge. And now the war is over, for most of us. It is time for our soldiers to sheathe their swords and go home. To all who served: Thank you. It has been an honor. Josephine takes the book from the PC PC: Effective immediately, the Inquisition is disbanded. [7]

3 - Sad: The Inquisition needs to end. The PC holds up the book they are holding. PC: You all know what this is. A writ from Divine Justinia authorizing the formation of the Inquisition. We pledged to close the Breach, find those responsible, and restore order. With or without anyone’s approval. Cassandra nods. PC: But if the Inquisition now threatens the very stability it helped create, it is clear our time is done. We will not become what we once fought against. We do not have the luxury of corruption and complacency. If this organization has become too large to do its job, there is only one solution. The PC hands Josephine the book. PC: Effective immediately, the Inquisition is disbanded. [7]

4 - Angry: We serve the Divine, not you. The PC holds up the book they are holding. PC: You all know what this is. A writ from Divine Justinia authorizing the formation of the Inquisition. We pledged to close the Breach, find those responsible, and restore order. With or without anyone’s approval. Cassandra nods. PC: The Inquisition saved the people of Ferelden when you couldn’t. We are not disbanding.

PC (Celene rules/public truce): And we are certainly not submitting to an empress who only sits on her throne because we kept her there. PC (Gaspard rules/Briala rules): And we are certainly not submitting to an emperor who only sits on his throne because we put him there!

PC: There’s worse coming than anything you’ve yet seen, so we’ll play nice. We’ll bow. But not to you. The Inquisition will act as Divine Victoria’s personal honor guard. Answering directly to her, we will transition from a military force into a peacekeeping organization. My own adventuring days may be done, but the Inquisition—and its mission—will continue. [7]

5 - Pleased: We will keep the peace. The PC holds up the book they are holding. PC: You all know what this is. A writ from Divine Justinia authorizing the formation of the Inquisition. We pledged to close the Breach, find those responsible, and restore order. With or without anyone’s approval. Cassandra nods. PC: I’m proud to say we accomplished that goal. We will honor the sacrifices of those who gave their lives in defense of what we stood for… and still stand for. Because our work is not done. Where we led in war, we will now serve in peace. The Inquisition will act as Divine Victoria’s personal honor guard. Answering directly to her, we will transition from a military force into a peacekeeping organization. My own adventuring days may be done, but the Inquisition—and its mission—will continue. [7]

6 - Sad: We need more oversight. The PC holds up the book they are holding. PC: You all know what this is. A writ from Divine Justinia authorizing the formation of the Inquisition. We pledged to close the Breach, find those responsible, and restore order. With or without anyone’s approval. Cassandra nods. PC: You’re right, Arl Teagan. We are dangerous. We’ve been deceived, and we’ve made mistakes. You’re right as well, Duke Cyril. These are the growing pains of a young organization in need of guidance. But you would both have the Inquisition bow to your agenda, and that is precisely what we cannot do. The Inquisition will act as Divine Victoria’s personal honor guard. Answering directly to her, we will transition from a military force into a peacekeeping organization. My own adventuring days may be done, but the Inquisition—and its mission—will continue. [7]

7 - Scene continues.

The PC walks out. Later, they walk out to a balcony in the Winter palace, where the companions and advisors are standing. Slowly, the y leave one-by-one while the PC overlooks the sealed breach. Their romance returns, and the scene fades to black

—

The PC and advisors meet over a war table, with Harding and the PC’s love interest nearby. Leliana walks in.

Leliana: My agents have found nothing. With the eluvians, he could be anywhere.

Inquisition disbanded Cassandra: With the Inquisition officially disbanded, we have no army, no formal alliances… Leliana: We have what we truly need.

Inquisition stayed as peace-keeping force Cassandra: Maintaining the Inquisition, even as a peacekeeping force, leaves us vulnerable to agents of the Dread Wolf… Leliana: But also gives us the strength to respond.

Cassandra: (Sighs.) We will need to be careful.

Leliana: Solas knows everything about us. Who we are, how we work, our strengths and weaknesses…

PC: Then we find people he doesn’t know.

PC (vowed to stop Solas): We will stop Solas by any means necessary. PC (vowed to redeem Solas): We will save our friend from himself… if we can.

They stab the map, right over Tevinter.

Scene ends.

[jellycreamjammedart]

Lost and Found (Super)Stars

PT. 3 (index/parts) (Tag: desktop/mobile)

FNAF Security Breach Ruin, post-"betrayal" elevator ending hurt/comfort, Found Family, something I like to call "Hopeful Horror"

Summary: Having had her kindness stomped on then spat back at her, betrayed by who she thought was her friend, and now stuck at the ruined remains of Freddy Fazbear's Mega PizzaPlex, Cassie tries to find the slightest bit of meaning and worth in all of this.

Everything was foggy at the seams, colors blurring together, but Cassie could make out a birthday cake before her (carrot cake, her favorite,) with a familiar wolf and bear as they both sung her a birthday song, a boy clapping along to the tune. She can feel her own face beaming with a wide smile before she blows the candles on the cake, somehow blowing everything and everyone around her as if everything was smoke of several colors, the singing fading away.

-

Cassie opens her eyes and blinks, looking up to see Roxy looking down at her with what she could imagine was a worried expression if she still had her facial features. She could feel the wolf's hand on her back, likely to stop her from being flat on the floor. "Huh... what happened?" She asks, bringing a hand to rub her eyes with her thumb and index.

Roxy's ears gave a light twitch, glad to hear the girl's voice. "It looks like you suffered a dizzy spell. From hitting your head in that elevator, I assume." It wouldn't be a stretch, given Cassie clearly had blood trickling down her head every now and then.

"Dizzy spell?" Cassie parroted, trying to sit herself more upright. "How long?"

"Not long. Around two minutes." Roxy, being a robot, could be sharply precise at counting time, but rounding it up seemed far more useful. "How are you feeling now?"

Cassie, took her hand away from her face, blinking her eyes a few times as she contemplates Roxy's concern. "... better. I think the dizziness passed." She looks down, seeing the V.A.N.N.I mask resting on her lap. Wordlessly, she puts it back on, immediately getting greeted by not only Helpi, but M.X.E.S as well, as the two digital beings look down at her along with Roxy.

"Oh, hey! You're finally awake!" Helpi exclaims, his blue eyes twinkling in relief and joy. "You had us worried there!" He glances back at the cybernetic rabbit. "Isn't that right?"

M.X.E.S rolls its eyes, crossing its arms as it glanced away. It didn't refute Helpi, however.

Helpi just chuckles slightly, winking at Cassie. "Don't mind them! They just need to get used to sharing the V.A.N.N.I system with me!"

Cassie blinks at the little bear. Sharing the V.A.N.N.I system? Helpi seemed to sense her inquisition. "When you configured the mask into a security node for them, it allowed them integration into the V.A.N.N.I system, just like me!" He paused to give Cassie a bemused smile. "It sure is something I've never considered possible, or considered at all! No one thought of this before. But perhaps it is good that you did." Helpi goes a little more serious, despite his adorable looks. "... their integration into the system appears to have expelled something else from the system." From serious, the tiny bear also expresses remorse, his smile fading a little. "... if I ever said or did anything that misled you and contributed to your plight, I am terribly sorry. That... might not have been truly me."

For an AI programmed to be just a work tool full of that soulless corporate talk, Helpi really does look like he feels guilty for unwittingly setting Cassie up, even though it's likely that he either didn't notice something was wrong or had no say in it. With M.X.E.S integrated into the V.A.N.N.I system, it seems the rabbit turned into an extra protection for the system including Helpi's AI. "I don't remember those moments really, though; it seems that in the process of securing my AI from further interception, my memories from those moments got corrupt. They might be repairable, but I don't see it happening anytime soon."

Well, bummer, if he could remember, he could pinpoint exactly when that thing intervened to lie to Cassie, but perhaps it's the price to pay for a more secure system thanks to M.X.E.S. The rabbit was single-handedly keeping both their minds safer.

Helpi shakes his head at himself, trying to switch back to his more peppy self. "But enough feeling bad! We have work to do, and you've proved to be cut for the job with your thinking outside the box! You'd make an excellent Faz-technician, if you were old enough Fazbear Entertainment would hire you on the spot!" Okay, that's a bit of the corporate talk junk, but beggars can't be choosers.

But either way Helpi was right: they have work to do.

"Think you can stand up?" Roxy asks cautiously as she felt Cassie stirring, keeping her hand on the child's back just in case. The girl lets out a positive hum in response.

"Yeah, I don't feel dizzy anymore."

"Good!"

But Cassie was careful anyways as she stood up to her feet. She looks from Roxy in her holographically reconstructed self, to Helpi, then to M.X.E.S, before briefly glancing to the bunny's server now up and running okay... then to that Glamrock Freddy backpack close to a collapsed vent. She picks it up in her hands, staring down at it. "It is Gregory's."

The name prompts a very low growl from Roxy somewhere behind Cassie but she doesn't say anything. She stares rather intently at the little nametag close to the bottom of the backpack, before her gaze shifted to what looked like muddy smudges from the vent. "I'm pretty sure this is his, too." She pulls out the Freddy-talk from her pocket, which she had collected from the other room before Roxy saved them both from being flattened by a boulder. The same Freddy-talk that thing used to lure her in.

Her grip on the cute little device tightened, her hand shaking slightly with a feeling of bitterness.

It's Gregory's fault that all this happened in the first place.

He was so careless in not only leaving his Freddy-talk behind but also his entire backpack. This carelessness was what gave that old thing an opening to reach her.

Why does Gregory get to commit such mistake and get away with it, but she has to be punished not only for hers but his as well? Why does she have to pay for what was his slip-up so that he can wash his hands at her expense!?

It's not fair.

The longer Cassie stared at the nametag, the more it was as if she was looking at the most insulting word in the entire vocabulary. "He was never my friend." She mutters out bitterly.

She would've thrown the Freddy-talk to the floor in frustration, but couldn't bring herself to do it due to Glamrock Freddy's image. Instead she tucks it back into her pocket to free her hand, then she tugs the tip of Gregory's nametag with her nail until she can pull it, ripping the adhesive off the backpack like a nasty bandaid. She crumples the little tape into a fist and tosses it away, before glancing back at the other three. "Finders keepers."

That seems to amuse Roxy, who barely suppresses a snort. "Hah! It's just too bad it's not a backpack with my face." She says mostly jokingly. But otherwise pays it no mind; Truth be told, she does miss the bookish bear, along with all the good times of the PizzaPlex. "Either way, that will sure come in handy. You're risking losing things from those tiny pockets of yours." Seriously, why are pockets in female clothes borderline unusable?

Cassie opens the backpack, and proceeds to tuck in both the Freddy and Roxy-talkies, then her Faz-Wrench and flashlight, as well as anything else she may have found along the way, then things she had shoved at the bottom of her pockets, which turned out to be a little bunch of cereal bars; Hey, she had prepared a little for what she thought would be a straightforward rescue mission!

Roxy's ears perk up at the sight of the treats; Those kinds of snacks might be the only things in the PizzaPlex that are still safe for human consumption... if they find any more of it. That's something the wolf keeps in the backburner; Cassie certainly will need to eat at some point, being human and all.

"So," Cassie turns to fully face Roxy, as well as Helpi and M.X.E.S, tucking her arms through the backpack's straps to carry it on her back. "- are we ready for that race, after all?"

Roxy's torn up chest emulates a puff forward in pride towards her twice number 1's initiative. "I thought you'd never ask." She gathers Cassie up into her arms then onto her back. "Hang in there, it's a bit of a bump road ahead!" She heeds, leaving the basement room through the hole back into the earth tunnels up which led back to the remains of the old pizzeria. Cassie had to slide the mask up off her face since that area was out of the V.A.N.N.I network zone, but she knew Helpi and M.X.E.S weren't far off.

To Be Continued...

[thisismeracing]

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bono!reader head-canons (pt. 4) (glad yall like this insanity)

constantly falls asleep w/out taking her earrings out. whether it be when taking a nap or falling asleep while working in bed those earrings are staying in. so mick has taken up the mantle of taking them out and putting them back in her jewelry box

had those glow in the dark stick on stars on her childhood bedroom ceiling and maybe she still does in her grown up bedroom that she shares with mick

gets a cartilage piercing on the ear that doesn't have her piercings dedicated to working for merc. and the jewelry that she puts in it is a small “47” stud that she got custom made. her piercings represent her biggest achievements in life and her being able to let herself be loved and be in love took a lot of work to get to, so it absolutely gets acknowledged in what she considers to be an achievement

calls james allison “allie” because when she says james she means vowles, and when james a. came to merc in 2017 she needed a way to differentiate the james’.

has an orange cat [purely based of this tt: https://www.tiktok.com/@mildwestsami/video/7136290369683131690] im leaning towards either diesel or luna for the name, but i can be persuaded into considering other ones. those are just the two that seem the most fitting atm

carries her cat like a baby and buys mini furniture for said baby

i think it would be funny if this cat was a stray that was roaming around a gp and she decided to adopt them after checking if they had a microchip and owners

steals micks hoodies/sweaters and they have a bartering system where if she wants one of mick’s newly purchased article of clothing she has to give him one of his old ones back to secure the new one. great economically for her, not so much for this boy

pulls mick in by his belt loops when she wants him close to her

loves being close enough to her lover that she can feel and hear the rhythms of his breathes

having her head resting on top of her papa’s chest where his heart is, listening to the beats of his heart will, without fail, soothe her. it started when she was a smol babe but just because she’s a grown up now doesn’t mean that it wont work

her team headset is covered in small stickers around the merc logo

ok so the jewelry she has in her first cartilage piercing she got for being hired at merc is this [https://www.etsy.com/listing/729980335/arrow-earringscartilage-earring-16g?click_key=198d47f7f1895e88c7eef3638427353c6eef89af%3A729980335&click_sum=65e3a9a5&ref=user_profile&pro=1&frs=1]

has a guest room just for her in certain team members houses [lew, the wolffs, james v,]

i could also see drivers having a room for her (seb, kimi, jense, nando)

constantly tries to persuade (poach) hannah schmitz from working at rb to merc

i could see her meshing well with oscar

her first australian gp she got gifted a small koala plush from one of the drivers (im leaning towards michael) and for the years following it’s been a tradition for all of the drivers who wanted to participate to nominate and vote who would get her a new plush to add to the collection. the only rules being it has to be a koala and it cant be one she has already gotten in years past. best believe there have been fights for the privilege of being the koala giver

[and with that i will end this segment of head-canons, yes i breached the second google doc page again i dont want to talk about it]

happy new year and i can't wait for the 2024 season to start so i will grace the inbox with more bon

(also yes i know this isnt in the usual bulleted list format that i usually do for these hcs but i dont have the patience to re-format this ask on my phone cause tumblr decided to delete my bullet points)

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omg yes to everything sagksjgksdjg I won't even add, just appreciate this whole ass headcanon <3

tiktok link (it says unavailable for me :/)

i think it would be funny if this cat was a stray that was roaming around a gp and she decided to adopt them after checking if they had a microchip and owners // like corinna did w a dog during the Brazilian gp *crying into my hands*

piercing link

*virtual hug* its perfect