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[sugar-phoenix]

𖥔 . overheating . 𖥔

synopsis: you're out on an operation with Boothill, and after a long battle and a quick getaway, you turn to realize that the cyborg cowboy is...overheating. With all the implications that come with that. tags: f!reader (Boothill refers to reader as "Lady" and "Missy" once), no smut, fluff, light romance a/n: 1.3k words, wrote this in a craze based off of a headcanon that @k9wa and @nvuy posted about! tickled my brain too much!

ao3 link here!

The sound of gunshots rang out in the night. You ducked in your getaway vehicle, a hover car illegally outfitted with nitrogen turbo boosters. Sticking our head out of the car every now and then, you aimed your pistol at the heads of IPC guards, knocking them dead left and right.

Boothill had been inside the IPC base for a while now. It was supposed to be a quick job. He only needed to run in, download the secret data straight to one of the USB ports on his hip, and then run out. Probably nailing an IPC soldier or ten in the head while he was there.

“Boothill,” you muttered, “where are you?”

You met the cowboy only once before this operation — he had sought you out as a fellow Ranger against the IPC for your getaway vehicle.

“’M gonna be lootin’ a pretty big IPC base, ‘n I need some kinda escape route,” he drawled. “You git me?”

You happily agreed. Why not? Anything that would be a loss for the IPC was a win for you.

Not to mention the cyborg cowboy was one of the finer men you’d come across in your travels.

Presently, you shook that thought out of your mind and fired a shot at another guard. It’s better to stay clear-headed when you’re in a shootout. Any unholy thoughts were perfectly fine to sift through in safer, calmer settings.

“Where is that dang cowboy?” you muttered again for the fifth time.

A hoot and a holler rang through the air, and you glanced towards the entrance. As though in answer to your question, Boothill emerged from within the base, running full gallop towards the vehicle.

“Start drivin,’” he ordered as he slid into the passenger seat.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” you replied as more IPC soldiers spilled out of the entrance. The engine roared as you slammed the gas pedal to the floor.

“Ugh, turn up the A/C,” Boothill groaned.

“Turn ‘em up yourself, cowboy,” you responded. “I’m too busy making sure we’re getting away.”

The cyborg reached towards the dashboard and rotated the knob to the coolest possible setting. He leaned back into his seat, huffing and panting.

“All good?”

“Yeah. ‘S just a lot of fighting. Got me worked up.” He sniffed. “This dang A/C ain’t cool enough for me.”

You shrugged, checking the rearview mirror. The IPC vehicles were hot on your heels.  Thankfully, that wasn’t a problem for you. As an expert driver, you were fully trained in the art of evasive maneuvers. It’s what the cowboy hired you to do, after all.

You sped into the nearby city, a metropolis that conveniently had many twisty alleys and tight turns.

“This’ll be a piece of cake. Don’t you worry, cowboy,” you chuckled. The cowboy didn’t answer, and you were too busy focused on the road to check on him.

Drifting through intersections and jumping across lanes, you managed to throw off the majority of the IPC squadron pursuing you. There were only three small hover vehicles left, chasing you through a single-lane alleyway. You revved your engine to taunt them and cackled as the reverberations echoed off the buildings on either side.

The hovercar drifted, fishtailing as you made a sharp turn to the right. You swore as the sound of screaming metal rang out in the air, signaling that your spoilers had scraped against the walls.

“That’s gonna cost ya, cowboy,” you quipped, smiling as you saw two of the three vehicles crash into the wall behind you.

“Lady, I ain’t at fault for your drivin’ skills.”

You snapped your head towards Boothill, giving him a full-on death glare.

“Not that you drive bad, missy! I was just sayin,” he said, raising his hands up in surrender. It was then that you realized he’d unzipped his jacket, letting it fall lazily off his shoulders.

Heat rising to your cheeks, you snapped your attention back to the road, trying to evade the last IPC hover vehicle. A few quick turns and an IPC crash later, you pulled into a dark alleyway and braked, turning off the car.

“Why are we stoppin’?” Boothill asked.

“They’re probably swarming the city. Best to lie low for now until it all subsides.”

There was shuffling in the passenger seat, and you turned to look.

Boothill laid back against the seat, his limbs sprawled out. His bangs were arranged in wet clumps, and sweat gleamed off his face in the glow from distant neon signs. The rest of his long hair was put up along the headrest behind him, leaving his neck bare. His jacket, bandana, and hat were thrown in the back, leaving his upper torso bare for all the world to see. His pants were shrugged low on his hip, almost revealing his unmentionables (did cyborgs even have unmentionables?). Panting and huffing, he closed his eyes, frowning. You could hear a loud hum emanate from within his robot body.

“Boothill?” you croaked, fighting to speak through the feeling of your brain frying in your skull. It wasn’t just his appearance that was, well, hot, but a boiling heat was radiating off of him. You had hardly noticed in all the earlier action.

“Yes, darlin’?” He groaned. Your heart fluttered at the way he said darlin.’

“What. Are you doing?” You hardly thought the cowboy was one to give in to his darker desires at the drop of a hat, although there was something off about the scene that told you it wasn’t motivated by lust.

He chuckled before answering.

“Told ya I got worked up during that fight. I’m overheatin.’ One of the problems with having a robot body, ya get me?” Boothill breathed out heavily, his breath steaming in the air. “Fudge,” he muttered, closing his eyes and frowning again.

“Are you in pain?” you asked. His stance was akin to a man tortured, impaled from the back with hot iron spears.

“Nah, darlin,’ nothin’ like that. Just… hot, is all. Really fudgin’ hot.” Boothill let out a breath of steam again. “It’ll go away, like it always does. I jus’ need ta’ keep still for a lil’ bit. Let it cool down.”

You leaned over him, trying to ignore how close you were to his hot (both physically and metaphorically) abs, and pushed the passenger door open. It only went so far as the narrow alleyway let it, but you could feel the cold air of the night wash over you both.

“Thank ya’ kindly, darlin,’” he murmured.

“Don’t mention it,” you said, leaning back. You jumped when your arm brushed over his body.

“Did I burn ya?” Boothill didn’t move but his eyes fixed you with a worried look.

“No, you didn’t, it’s just…” You trailed off, not knowing how to end that sentence without embarrassing yourself. A heat creeped over your cheeks again.

“Oh, I see,” he smiled. “You can touch me if ya want darlin.’ I don’t bite.” He punctuated that sentence with a wide grin, showing off his shark-like teeth.

“But not right now,” he said as you tentatively reached an arm towards him. “Not while I’m hot like this. And it ain’t cause I might burn ya sweetie, but with all due respect, I ain’t wanna touch anything right this moment.”

“Got it,” you said sitting straight back in your seat.

A silence filled the car, gently broken by the whir of Boothill’s internal fans and the ambient hum of the city outside.

It was a comfortable, soft kind of silence. You let it soak into your flesh, down to your bones, etching this moment inside of yourself. It was nice.

“’Course, when I’m not overheatin,” Boothill murmured, “you’re free to touch whatever.” He grinned mischievously.

“Stop it,” you said. “You’re gonna make me overheat.”

dividers by cafekitsune

[lizzieisright]

AUUH okay I know it’s tuff and all for the writing so I wouldn’t expect this to be done automatically it’s just whenever you get the chance😭🙏 bratty omega Abby? i could just see her being a brat badly and reader puts her in her place

I've also got a req for the heat/rut sync and Abby's moodiness fits in perfectly. She is such a brat once she knows she can rile you up I love her.

female alpha!reader x omega!abby

Palestine: what can you do

Tags: dead dove: do not eat. a/b/o universe (female alphas have dicks), modern AU, heat/rut sync, rough sex, pregnancy scare, brat!Abby.

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It's not common for heats and ruts to sync - so you two for some stupid reason don't check your tracking apps to see when you're due. 

You know Abby's heat is coming up because she is moody: she is grumpy and frustrated and gets irritated if you don't understand her puzzling demands. It doesn't upset you - you let her have her space and be as moody as she wants. 

For some reason, it only makes her more moody. Abby is frowning as she watches you fold your laundry.

“You're doing it wrong.” She complains and you chuckle. 

“Do you want to do it?”

“No, I want you to do it right. Slacks belong on a rack. You folded them and you'll look like an embarrassing fool when you put them on.”

You chuckle, but it's not a good chuckle: you can't help but to feel challenged by your own omega. Abby starts to notice how your presence pressures her into submission, but she just gets more irritated with you. 

“Anything else?” You ask and the dangerous undertone of your voice gets Abby excited. 

“You don't iron your clothes. It's annoying.” 

“Huh.” You press your lips together and Abby smells your anger. 

But you smell her arousal.

“Enjoying pushing my buttons?” Abby frowns like you said something stupid, but her scent spikes. “I can smell you.”

Abby huffs and gets up to walk out of the room, still trying to keep her irritated facade, but you catch her by her waist: you will not let it slide. 

“You don't get to walk away from me after being a brat.” Abby frowns but her cheeks flush red. She is caught.

“I'm not a fucking brat.” Abby tries to save her dignity. “You need to learn how to fold your clothes.” 

“Do I now? Or did you come up with an excuse to get me angry?” You graze her throat with your fangs and Abby folds. 

Her scent becomes thick and it hits you hard enough so you dig your nails into her waist, her pheromones pushing all of your instincts that are revved up on Abby's mood. You want to own her, to show Abby her fucking place and your brain just doesn't function anymore. You're not her nice gentle alpha now - you feel possessive and aggressive. 

“Bedroom, now.” You growl and Abby obediently guides you to your bedroom. 

You close the door and push Abby to the bed while she looks at you with her golden eyes and she is still fucking stubborn.

“Knees and elbows.” You order her and Abby listens. 

She presents herself to you: her spread glistening thighs with her swollen pussy on display. Abby turns her head to look at you and you growl: from this angle she looks so innocent, as if she wasn't being a bitch two minutes ago, and so inviting, begging to be filled and fucked properly.

You get on the bed and knead her ass, making Abby mewl, getting her desperate and frustrated - you feel it in her scent, her impatience. 

“You want something, babygirl?”

“Fuck me.” Abby growls and it rips your self-control to shreds. Your eyes turn red and your scent gets worse, overpowering Abby. 

You grab her hair and press her head into the mattress, while you hold her waist with your other hand, making Abby arch and submit. Abby feels your jeans on her bare thighs and she rubs against you, not caring about anything anymore. 

“Don't fucking growl at me.” You say and Abby whines, falling into heat euphoria. 

“Please.” Abby begs, now definitely too turned on: she is ready to fucking cry. 

You hum and let go of Abby's hair, trying to get yourself under control. You sit back and watch Abby's hips wiggle, looking for any kind of relief, and you can't take it anymore, can't see Abby so stressed because she's not getting fucked. 

Two fingers slide in Abby easily and she moans, relieved. Abby can't keep her thighs up, her knees sliding in opposite directions, so you hoist her up by her hips and finally starts fucking her. You're still careful, but Abby is so wet and her cunt stretches so well around your fingers that you get more aggressive, almost taking your fingers out only to push them back to the hilt. Abby whines and grips her pillow, not knowing where to put herself: it feels so good, but she needs more. 

“I need you, please.” Abby chokes on her moan when you thrust particularly hard. Your pace gets quicker and then Abby feels another finger prodding her hole. “Oh my god, yes.”

“Look at this pussy, taking my fingers so well.” You marvel, watching your three digits fucking in and out of her. “You must be already close, tightening on me like this.”

Abby whines and snakes her hand to her clit, but you don't let her, pushing her hand away. Instead you lean down and suck on her clit, making Abby cum immediately. Abby shrieks and tries to close her thighs, but you keep fucking her anyway, until she taps her hand on your hip.

You slowly take your fingers out of Abby and kiss her ass cheek affectionately while you watch her cum drip on the covers. Your dick twitches and Abby whines when she sniffs how turned on you're, eager to satisfy you. Abby arches deeper, a clear invitation, and you growl, unbuckling your jeans and sliding them down enough for your cock to be free. 

You rub your dick on her wet, sensitive pussy and Abby growls again, too impatient for her own good. The slap on her ass cheek makes Abby twitch from sudden pain, but her scent spikes in arousal. 

“Cut it out.” You growl back and slap her other cheek, leaving a red handprint on her skin. 

Abby mewls and only gets wetter, pressing back into you. 

“Please.” 

“You can do better.” You huff and gently slap her cunt, making Abby jump. 

“Please-please-please, I need you, fuck.” Abby begs and you tap her pussy while she speaks just to rile her up. “Alpha, please!”

Abby hides her shriek in the pillow while you bottom out inside her, dragging your cock over her tight, sensitive walls. She is so wet and smells so fucking good, you just have to lean down and sink your teeth into her shoulder. Abby whimpers and bucks her hips, taking you even deeper, making you moan into her ear, and you both fall into full pheromone bliss. 

You slam your hips into Abby, pressing her head into the pillow so she wouldn't move, so she would submit, and she only sticks her ass out for you, submitting happily. You are mounting her now, covering Abby with your body, suffocating her with your scent, and Abby melts into the bed, whining and whimpering as you fuck her. Abby doesn't even try to think, fully lost in you, her only need is to be filled up and knotted now. 

“Alpha-” Abby sobs and pushes her arms by her sides to grab her underbutt and pull it apart, opening her drooling hole for you. You growl and slam into her harder: you don't control yourself anymore. 

You move your hand between Abby's shoulder blades to keep her pinned, but then you move enough so you could play with Abby's clit while you thrust into her relentlessly. 

“F-fuck-” You grunt when Abby tightens around you, making your pace stutter. “You're gonna be good? Gonna cum on my cock?”

Abby nods her head feverishly and mewls, her cunt flutters around you. 

“Good.” You growl and pick up your speed. You're so high on the pheromones, on the way Abby's pussy is so tight and hot around you, so you keep fucking her, pushing back inside her just to hear her little whimpers and feel her hot walls trap you. 

Abby coils and cums, filling your nose with her spiked scent, and you don't think anymore: you don't hear anything except Abby's pleas to knot her. You dig your nails into her hips and pull her back on your cock, and Abby jumps and twitches, but takes it. 

“Cum inside me, please.” Abby moans and you slam so hard into her Abby moves up on the bed, her poor pillow is under her tits now. 

“You'll look so good pregnant with my kids, Abby.” You pant. “Gonna be a good little omega and take my knot?” 

“Yes, please, yes!” Abby sobs and arches again, showing her submission, and it tips you over: you thrust into her, pushing your knot inside and Abby cums again, triggering your own orgasm when she pulsates around your knot. You growl and cum, filling Abby up. 

You both collapse on the bed and you bury your nose in Abby's neck, growling still. Your scent stops suffocating her and you both start to calm down. Your brain gets clearer in time with Abby's and suddenly you both smell of anxiety. 

“Fuck.” You sigh, not sure if you can touch Abby: you were so fucking rough with her. “Baby, how are you? I'm so sorry.”

“I'm fine, I'm good.” Abby says quickly, but she stinks of anxiety. “It's not that. You're in rut.”

You stop breathing. If you're in rut, and Abby is in heat, it-

“We fucked up.” Abby whispers, horrified. “I'm not on birth control.” 

You swallow, your heart heavy: you know what it means - it means Abby can get pregnant, since the syncs are the only times when an omega can get pregnant. You take a breath to keep calm for Abby's sake: you need to fix whatever upset her. You need to make her feel happy and safe, not scared and anxious. Thank god you can think for now, before your hormones fuck you over again. 

“Okay, baby, breathe. I'll go to the pharmacy and buy emergency pills.” You tell her gently and Abby nods. 

“What if they don't work? Fuck, what if I get pregnant?” The smell of anxiety intensifies and you really want to sneeze. 

“Then we will deal with it.”

“Will you leave me?” Abby sniffles.

You chuckle fondly: Abby is so cute during her heats. 

“Of course not. Summer wedding, remember?” You nuzzle into Abby's neck and carefully move to your side to make you two comfortable. “I'll be with you no matter what.” 

Abby sniffles again and smells of love, and you hug her tightly, your affection spilling out of you. 

“I didn't want to be so rough.” You say apologetically and Abby snorts. 

“I loved it. I knew someday I'd break you.” Abby smirks and you look dramatically shocked.

“So you planned it!”

“No, I was annoyed. But now I know I just need to growl at you and you'll do exactly what I want.” 

“Don't start now, I'm still kinda power crazy.”

“I'm going to have so much fun.” Abby giggles and you flick her nipple, making her yelp. 

“Yeah?” You purr dangerously and Abby shudders, clenches around your knot. “I will use my voice if you do it again.”

Abby bites her lips as her plan forms in her head. She is definitely growling at you again. 

It takes fifteen minutes for the knot to ease up and you run to the pharmacy, knowing you have fifteen minutes before you’re hit with the next wave. You stink, and people let you go first so you won’t bother them, and you run back home just in time. 

You don’t expect to be met with a very grumpy Abby: she sits on the bed in your t-shirt, frowning and pouting, her arms crossed on her chest. You blink at her, trying to guess her mood, but you have no idea what it is. 

Then she scrunches her face when she sees the pills in your hand, and her frown deepens. 

“No.”

You blink again.

“What do you mean “no”?”

“It’s our baby. I want to have our baby.” Abby crosses her arms tighter, defiant. 

Each word triggers your rut and you have to breathe through your mouth to calm down: you can’t just listen to your omega begging to have your baby, but you need to think with your bigger head right now.

“How about we go through this sync, and then if you still want a baby after, we will take it seriously, hm?”

Abby frowns, irritated. 

“Why can’t we have this baby? It’s already there!”

You hardly keep yourself from laughing: Abby is so fucking cute.

“Because this baby’s got irresponsible parents who will have them as an accident.”

“Okay. But only this time. I don’t want an accident baby. I want a planned baby.” 

Abby takes the pill and drinks water, while you sigh in relief - Abby might’ve been more stubborn. 

“It’s all your fault.” Abby says and you chuckle. 

“Instead of being a brat you can just beg like a good girl.” You offer her and Abby huffs. 

“You wish, alpha.” She mocks you. You smile.

Five minutes after Abby is begging and crying when you use your voice to tell her she is not allowed to cum. 

She is not the only one who is allowed to have fun.

[carrickbender]

Sunday 7-

I had 2 drs appointments on Friday, one of which was a CT that was supposed to help figure out why I have so much pain in my right testicle(TMI). It saw nothing, so now we get to keep guessing. Boss told me to "take weekend off", but was doing the morning orders/teams call every day between 5-7, trying to fix stuff and do reconciliations. Glad they trust me with this, but wanna give a 'high five' to my imposter syndrome telling me im gonna get fired any day.

- had to take Henry to urgent care on Saturday, and it turns out he has the start of pneumonia. Wanna give a big shout out to the ARNP who told me she really thought he should just 'ride it out' after 10 days of awful coughing and that their kids 'were still in it after a month'. Yeah, the PA said there was no way he wasn't leaving without antibiotics. Made me feel like an asshole parent... he's on day 2, and already more of himself.

- I went back up there today for me, and I have pretty severe bronchitis. He put me on a different antibiotic, more steroids, refilled my inhaler, and actually listened to me. I mean, I appreciated his care and actual concern. Fun situation: while I was there, a tree fell across the powerlines and tripped off most of town, so they had to go to back-up generators. There was a hall full of people, in a brown out, that the staff were managing like pros. Seriously, we are lucky to have that place.

-after today, I have 4 payments left on my car. 4. I think we will wait till June, and then it's 4 door vehicle time. The lunabug is getting taller, and we want to go see my dad/stepmom in Eastern Wa in something that has space. Everybody and their dog has sent me one of those damn, "interested in a new car loan? It's OK to check your rate, and won't hurt your credit" messages and as soon as my credit union chimes in, I'm sure we'll have something to talk about.

- speaking of something to not talk about, I learned a new term and joined a subredit today called 'dead bedrooms', and yeah, checks out completely. I don't have a therapist yet, so it's not a bad sorce of info or me trying to figure out what I have messed up(apparently, yet again).

- so I had to stop at Walmart(yay for small business destruction by a corporate giant!) for meds/a few groceries and this dingus in an f250 with a WA st license plate celebrating wrestling decided he needed to back into a compact space that was in front of me. He almost hit the first car on the way in(who had to stop and back up), but then he literally backed his 'not a farm truck but a penis extension' into the compact space in front of me, and thanks to me backing up knowing he would have been sticking out if I didn't, he took 3 feet of my spot and his hitch was literally 4 inches from hitting my car. In my space. And that entitled piece of shit didn't even look to see how close he was, he just walked away like he was the king of backing up. Look, I have no problem with wrestlers, but the only one who matters in my life is John Irving, and I think he would have been sensitive enough not to be a shit bird like that! (Part 1 of 2 rant)

- I wanted to share a thought or 2 about something I've seen going about on here for a little bit, because I think i need to say avfew things:

I love that I have so many people I follow here who take stances for the poor, marginalized, POC, and other underrepresented communities-not just in a perfunctory way of saying 'I support you'; but quite a few of you are actually involved in helping bring about change and strengthening communities by being unselfish hands that help heal hearts- you inspire me to be a better person, really. As a person of faith, I see you doing the work that many faith leaders of old spoke of when they talked of when they said, "serve as you have been served, and love as you have been loved"- and seeing that faith in action, it has made me read more about liberation theology and revisit the works of the Rt Rev Bishop Desmond Tutu, Dietrich Bonhoffer, and Dr Martin Luther King jr(and of the later, 'Why I oppose the war in Vietnam' is just as relevant now as it was then). I thank you all for this inspiration and work.

But what I have really come to realize about myself is that I am a person of privilege. I am a white CISmale, straight, accessed a good education at a young age, had a huge extended family that helped raise me when my mom had me at 17, have never had to worry about my gender causing me to be looked at differently, have a good job(for now), have access to clean water, don't live in a food desert, and save for the fact that I understood discrimination at a very young age thanks to my last name, I know that I have lived a mostly privileged life.

But there is one privilege I will never take for granted, and that's voting. And yes, I don't always vote my conscience because at heart, I am a democratic Socialist. But I always vote in my local and state house election because it is in places like your local school board or your city council where you can stop the spread of groups like 'Moms for Liberty' or any of the other neo-fascist organizations that seek to change education or change for the worse how cities deal with their population experiencing homelessness. If I stay home from these elections, I feel like I'm spitting on my great grandmother's grave(whose name I found on the voting roll of the first year that women could vote in Basin, Montana). I feel like I'm not being a good parent or a community member for sticking up for my sons right(or other kids rights) to read books in the school library that have a rainbow(let alone letting kids see representation for non-traditional families that are just the same as everybody else!). So please, if you're feeling crappy about the election, this right here is the biggest way to affect change if you don't know where to start or affirm.there is something you can do to really make a difference. Don't see enough representation of POC on your city council, especially in multi-ethnic communities? Hear a trans voice that would make for a great representative for all people? Fill in those boxes, act locally, and get those folks elected! It works if you work it!

I hear a lot of voices talking about Joe Biden these days, and I feel numb and angry about a lot of things that have been done in our names too: I hate HATE what is happening in Gaza(PBUT); I hate our support of Saudi Arabia and the proxy war in Yemen; Our jaunts in Zaire and Jordan; I hate that we are no closer to universal Healthcare, but I understand that that road and others lead through a Republican congress. I love that child poverty is declining, but programmes that were designed to make this a reality are sunsetting. We have a barbaric and truly archaic policy on immigration, and every time(that's not hyperbole, either), every goddamn time a good bill has been proposed to deal with the issue, the bill has been met by the xenophobic forces on the right and their deep pockets fueling the media and it is destroyed out of fear. And let's not forget student debt forgiveness, the continued dismantling of public education by states like Texas and Florida, Our goal of dismantling of the prison industrial complex, the protection of reproductive healthcare, and the dire need for nationwide police reform.

Yes, our laundry list is long, but it is full of necessary things that need to change or be codified in order for a great change to happen for generations and the continuatonof this great experiment called the U.S.A.

And for all of this and more, I ask: where are the leaders of our generation on this? Where are the ghosts of John Lewis, of Paul Wellstone, and of Shirley Chisholm? Thankfully, our leaders and the ghostsbof their forebearers are there- they are doing their best, and thankfully we(those of us on the progressive side) are represented by POC women who will go to the mat for these issues and more, being inspired by those who came before them. But the more that I think about it, it's time that we offer an ultimatum: we'll give you our voting block, Joe. We'll help bring along the majority of the 9 million new voters who are coming of age this year, so you will have a supermajority with which you can put forth truly transformative legislation. Sure, you'll get us- for now. But if it's businesses as usual, if we are not knocking over the tables of the money changers, and if we are not investing more in programmes of social uplift than we are for the military industrial complex, then we strike. Not in 2028, as one of my absolute favourite people on here suggest, but in 2026, in early summer. Because it is people like me, those of us who have know privilege and continue to know it, who are finally waking up to the truth that we need to do the work. We need to do the heavy lifting. I'm willing to make that offer, and I hope I'm not alone, because there either needs to be a change in the way our political system operates, or we walk away and start our own political entity. I hope I'm not alone in the way I feel, and I hope that we can all make the proposition. We have the leaders, we have the people, now it's about courage. It's time.

But for today, if you can pull the lever for democrats nationally, I totally get it. But consider what I said about voting locally, and in local races and elect people who represent your values. It matters.

- ok, rant over: if you made it this far, know that I love you all and I hope this week brings good things for you. Remember what Pete Seeger always said: "Take it easy, but take it". Much love yall!

[best-hifi-rush-character]

Welcome to the Best Hi-Fi Rush Character Comp!

Round 1 (ptI) has now begun!

Round 1 ptI

VU-REV vs. ES-101

PA-D0 vs. HG-0G

SBR-001 vs. VAART

QA-1MIL vs. GNR-FL0

VU-T0R1 vs. CAR-11E

SES-103 vs. Roxanne

KEM-N0 vs. AIR-1N

KUT-WAN vs. GNR-020

SCR-UB vs. WA-ES-2

Extra info under the cut!

Competition info

Propaganda is allowed and encouraged! Make sure to @ me in any you make though, so I can rb it here

Voter fraud is not allowed for the start of the competition. I'd like everyone to have at least some chance. When votes start getting closer I'll probably allow it, I'll let yall know when

Once this actual competition is done I'll keep this blog active as long as I'm hyperfixated on this game. I'll just rb art and such here as I see it. Feel free to continue @ing me in stuff though!

This masterpost will likely be updated so. check it whenever I guess!

All actual competion polls are tagged with #hifi rush character comp

Mod info

Hi I'm the poll runner! My names Fall, I use he/they pronouns, and I'm currently massively hyperfixated on Hi-Fi Rush! Hence. Why I'm doing this poll aha.

Feel free to send in whatever asks!

[trolloled]

> At an intersection, waiting for the “WALK” sign to flick on, you impatiently tap your feet. There’s basically no traffic, but you completely refuse to cross any crosswalks until the signal turns.

> You tried doing that once and got an enormously painful premonition, and that was more than you’ll ever want to experience again. 

> You roll a sleeve on your jacket back to check the time on your watch as you vaguely note someone passing by you.

> A car barrels around the corner, engine roaring. A brownblood at the wheel, you think as you squint towards the noise. Several cars chase after him, all of them gunning for the crosswalk.

> Your gaze jumps to the person who started crossing, who looks up in time to see one of the cars as it slams into them with a sickening thud.

> Your eyes snap back into focus as the person moves ahead of you.

> ...Yeah, you should probably at least try here.

“///Woah, buddy, hold on there!”

> You reach out to lightly grab at their shoulder, already anticipating them trying to shank you for possibly startling them.

“///Can’t you see the l/ght? Wa/t your turn l/ke. Uh. Good /mper/al c/t/zens do?”

> You think you can already hear the revving of engines in the distance.

[faafi]

WHO AM I (?)

HEYO! I AM:

—An aroace agender self-diagnosed autistic furry icon —A Native American (Shoshone-Bannock Tribes) —A voracious reader (and seldom writer)

MY CURRENT FANDOM(S):

—Loonatics Unleashed (Tech x Rev)

MY BLORBOS:

—Rev Runner (my beloved <3, Loonatics Unleashed) —Tech E. Coyote (Loonatics Unleashed) —Danger Duck (Loonatics Unleashed) —Daffy Duck (literally me, Looney Tunes)

MY TOP 5 FAVORITE BOOKS:

—Invisible Man - Ralph Ellison —The Brothers Karamazov - Fyodor Dostoyevsky —Beloved - Toni Morrison —A Grain of Wheat - Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o —Go Tell It on the Mountain - James Baldwin

MY TOP 5 FAVORITE MOVIES:

—Moonlight —The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie —Come and See —Do The Right Thing —Yi Yi

*check out the trigger warnings for each film before watching

MY TOP 10 FAVORITE ALBUMS (because 5 wasn’t enough):

—Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven! - Godspeed You! Black Emperor —Knife Man - AJJ —Islands - King Crimson —Laughing Stock - Talk Talk —Wild Is the Wind - Nina Simone —Not Available - The Residents —Pink Moon - Nick Drake —Donuts - J Dilla —SINNER GET READY - Lingua Ignota —The Steven Wilson Remixes - Yes

And that's (partially) me! I am looking forward to being a bozo on here :3

[wearetheother]

The Distant Drummer, no.64 (December 18, 1969 - December 25, 1969)

FREE ABORTION ADVICE

A group of ministers in Philadelphia would like to work. It’s out of a job. About 20 ministers and rabbis, joining together in the Clergy Consultation Service on Abortion are offering free advice to women who would like to obtain a legal abortion. Ideally the group would like to see the abortion laws repealed so their service would not be necessary but in the meantime they operate in the grey legal area allowed by Pennsylvania’s somewhat vague abortion statutes (see box). Since November of last year the group has been offering the service with a current average of about 60 calls a week. At last check the calls were running two to one of single over married women. “The whole purpose of our service is to present as many alternatives as possible — marriage, adoption a therapeutic abortion a trip to England or Puerto Rico,” says the Rev. Allan Hinand, pastor of Center Baptist Church, Wayne, and spokesman for the Consultation Service. He admits however that “95 percent of the women who come into this office already have made up their minds that they want an abortion” -- legal or illegal. Though Mr. Hinand won’t say exactly how many abortions they have arranged, approximately 80% of the women they refer end up in hospitals with therapeutic abortions. Two local hospitals Jefferson and Temple are gradually opening their doors to this kind of service. The abortion counselling service works like this: A woman calls an answering service at WA 3-5141 where she gets the recorded message: If you are not a resident of Pennsylvania, call Marilou Theunissen at VI 8-2443.”

The message then gives the names of six clergymen and their telephone numbers.

Pennsylvanla’s statutes, adopted in ’une 1939 from an act of March 31, 1860 with little change except in the amount of punishment. The statutes read as follows: 4718: “Whoever, with intent to procure the miscarriage of any woman, unlawfully administers to her any poison, drug or substance, or unlawfully uses any instrument or other means, with the like intent, is guilty of felony . . .”

The punishment for this statute is a fine not to exceed $3,000 and imprisonment not exceeding five years, or both.

4719: “Whoever unlawfully administers to any woman pregnant or quick with child, or supposed and believed to be pregnant or quick with child any drug, poison or other substance, or unlawfully uses any instrument or other means, with the intent to procure the mis¬ carriage of such woman, resulting in the death of such woman or any child with which she may be quick, is guilty of felony ...”

The punishment for this statute, which covers a case where the woman might not actually be pregnant is a fine not exceeding $6000 and imprisonment of ten years, or both.

“It is necessary to bring a dated note from an obstetrician or a gynecologist stating in weeks the length of your pregnancy. Consultation will not be possible without this note,” the

message says.

“We do receive calls from out of state,” Mrs. Theunissen explains. “If the caller is not a resident of Pennsylvania we refer them to the service closest to their home.”

She explains that for awhile the Service was getting calls from the midwest, South, Detroit, Chicago Ohio. Some of those places now have their own counseling services. The Philadelphia one is the second — after a New York service run by the Rev. Howard Moody at Judson Memorial Church and now there are eight or ten in the country and three more are organizing.

So far the group has had no problem with the legality of their service and Mr. Hinand believes this is because they are offering advice to the women rather than drumming up business for abortionists. He does admit that there is always the possibility of a “conspiracy” charge, but it hasn’t happened yet.

One of the drawbacks is the high cost of abortions obtained through the service. Hinand puts the minimum cost of a legal abortion at $200 and the average at between $400 and $500. This cost prohibits the service from being able to offer much help to lower-income women. Believing that the abortion decision rests with the woman and her doctor the service is also careful to weed out what Hinand calls “the knitting needle brigade.” The Service maintains a list of “negative” people who claim to be abortionists. “We only give out names of licensed physicians, not bar maids or gas station attendants with a sideline,” Hinand says.

The clergymen, too. are screened carefully before becoming part of the program.

“If we think they’re going to preach or not respect the woman’s decision,” Mrs. Theunissen explains, “we won’t have anything to do with them."

The service, which gets some referrals from doctors and social workers, is “trying not to wave the red flag and antagonize.” So far it’s been successful. In addition to finding doctors for women the service provides advice to women who call, in frantic straits, and ask is a person they have found themselves is on the clergymen’s “negative” list. Some post-operative counseling is also done by Roman Catholic clergymen when women feel guilty or despondent about their decision.

THE

CLUB STEAMBATH

15 MINUTES FROM PHILADELPHIA

BUS SERVICE. ALWAYS OPEN,

GENTLEMEN ONLY . STEAM AND

SAUNA - BATH, PRIVATE ROOMS

AND LOCKER, SUN DECK, SNACK

BAR, COLOR TV LOUNGE, FREE

PARKING. AIR CONDITIONED. PHONE

[sweetmastermind]

Hi, is there any chance you could do a reading for LOONA? Not sure if you follow them but there's been a lot going on with them recently, with several members having health issues and contract disputes with the company.

Hi! I don't follow loona but I'm aware of some of the things that happened to them and the thing with their company, a lot i must say

Disclaimer: Take this with a grain of salt, energy constantly shifts. I'm not an expert and interpretations could not be the most correct, it's for entertainment purposes. Reading done 24/09

General energies (knight pentacles - 10w rev. - 3p rev. - 4p rev. - 7p - the star rev. - 4s rev.)

Working really hard but really stress out, almost reaching a limit, some of them are really overwhelmed. This is making a disbalance in the group and negative emotions are taking over, the collective energy is really heavy. Apart from all of that, there is a burden regarding money. They really need time to relax and heal.

Individual energies

ViVi ( the hierophant rev. - 9p rev. - 5w - page swords rev. - 8p - 5p rev. - 7p - the fool)

She feels like she has no control over her life like she can't make a lot of decisions and doesn't have control over her finances. For the moment she is really thinking about her job, if it is worth it, there are some troubles, a lot of stress and disagreements with the members.

Yves (the fool - king pentacles rev. - king cups - 7c - queen swords - 8s - the tower)

Some things are not doing okay, there is something about work that is not going well, and money has been worrying her a lot. Her mental health is deteriorating and the environment she is in, is not helping, her physical health might be compromised as well. She has been really homesick and recently she contact close friends of hers.

Jin Soul (queen swords - 7c - the fool - ace cups - king pentacles rev. - 9c rev. - 5s rev. - ace pentacles - king swords rev.)

There is something new in the work file, some new opportunities for her that she is really meditating on, she still feels a little out of control with her situation but is going to be better. It looks like she had had a discussion with a friend and recently they make amends and everything is good and going smoothly.

Ha Seul (ace pentacles rev. - 10p- 3c rev. - the hangman rev. - 8p rev. - the world -2w rev. - 10c rev. - 5p - 7s)

There is an imbalance in her workplace but she is not doing anything, she has opportunities but she doesn't move. Her social life is not better, there is a lack of progress, maybe a discussion or something that is not bettering her connections. Mental health is not in the best place right now.

Kim Lip (ace pentacles rev. - the tower - death rev. - 6p rev. - 9c rev. - 2w rev. - strength rev. - the lovers - 6s)

She is in a really inestable energy, she feels underappreciated and overworked in her work, and things are not doing well. It feels like she is really keeping all to herself, she feels like her friends and family are disconnected from this reality of hers. Overall, really tired.

Chuu (2p - 3p - 3s rev. - 5c - 8s - 6w - 9s - ace cups rev. -the magician rev.)

She is trying to balance her life, she is working really hard and is juggling a lot of things. In her work she feels trapped, she is doing a lot of things, and it seems like someone she values a lot in their workplace had left the company. Her social life is not good, I don't know why but there is this unhappiness and sadness regarding that.

 Hee Jin (8p rev. - ace wands - the moon - 6s - knight cups - 8s - the magician rev. - 9s)

There is slowly a change in energy, looks like things in the workplace are slowly calming down, and she is lacking motivation. There might be an issue regarding a friend, she doesn't trust them, and they might have some information about her that they are using for their own benefit. She should go to the doctor for a check-up, insomnia might be present and some other issues regarding stress.

Hyun Jin (4c rev. - 2w rev- queen swords - knight wands rev. - 10p - king wands - knight swords rev. - 10w - 6p rev. - 9p)

She is sceptical about something, she feels like she can't do anything like she is trapped. Right now she is in a limbo about her career, there is this indecision that if she chooses correctly, and wants more stability, she might have an opportunity sooner. She might be recovering from something.

Go Won (10p - king swords - king cups - the star - knight pentacles - ace cups - 4s - 7s)

 She is having a new opportunity, she has a way to better her environment and has a good chance of a business deal. She has been socializing a lot, so she might dive into new friendships. She needs to check her health, something is not quite right.

Choerry (8p rev. - 8c rev. - 7c - temperance rev. - queen swords - the hangman rev. - 9s rev- ace pentacles rev. - ace cups - the star - 7p) 

Things are not working, there are some troubles regarding work, it feels like she feels directionless and her attitude might not be the best. About her social life, it seems like she is detached from a problem and the people she had a problem with, and it doesn't feel like it was a good idea, things need to be talked about if not they can escalate and transform into a scandal. Good health for her.

Olivia Hye (justice - 8c - 8s rev. - 7c rev - the high priestess rev - ace cups rev. - the star - judgment)

It feels like she is reaching a limit, she is trying to find balance before she makes any rush decisions. Definitely, this is about work, she feels really pressure to do well and lacks a lot of different opportunities, the conditions on the contract might not be doing their part. Good health for her too.

Yeo Jin (ace cups - 6c - the lovers - 10c rev. - 7c - death rev. - 5p rev)

She is feeling nostalgic, she might want to spend time with family and have their support. There might be some disagreements regarding work, especially with someone she had or is working closely with. Her health might improve slowly but surely.

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Thank you for reading!

Tarot deck used: Marseille Tarot

[hadeskitchen]

I love hearing about new stories. please share your ideas <3

With pleasure!

I'll start by ripping the bandaid off the "secret IF". The secret IF is actually called Zorlok. You can find a lot more info on that below.

As of last night, I'm participating in the Interact-IF game jam so I'm currently focusing on a surrealist survival horror story called Mousetrap (that is semi-autobiographical, inspired by my time working at.. Whimsey World). Check out the blog here.

Here's a brief summary of the other three I've mentioned on this blog before, I'll go into more detail on each below the cut (plus you can check out their individual blogs by clicking on the titles).

Zorlok - Play as the victim of a demonic pact gone wrong in a dark comedy about monster hunting, found family, and the thin line between good & evil. Inspired by campy horror/action films and classic whodunnit stories.

The Summit - Every year representatives from seven supernatural factions meet in Antarctica for a peace summit, but (if you follow your orders) this summit will be the last. A diplomatic thriller and murder mystery.

Neo Olympus - After a cursed prophet realizes she can alter fate, a group of misfits decides to rewrite the endings of their stories. A retelling of ancient Greek myths set in a postcyberpunk world.

Also, none of these will negatively impact my ability to produce Hades' Kitchen. I've been working on them all along (most for longer than I've been working on HK) and still wrote over 70,000 words of Hades' Kitchen material in the past three months. So, please, don't fret.

Okay, let's go!

Zorlok

The Story

Zorlok is an absurd, dark comedy about monsters, mysteries, and mayhem that takes inspiration from campy horror and action films as well as whodunnit-style mysteries.

Play as a conscripted monster hunter forced to protect the sleepy, small town of Casper, WA after a wave of violent attacks threatens the safety of all. Oh, and thanks to a demonic pact going awry, you've lost all your memories and are struggling to control the chaotic, infernal powers at your disposal. Will you save the town and make up for forgotten sins of your past, will you look out for yourself and/or your newfound allies, or will you give in to temptation and relish in being evil? Only one thing is certain, something truly terrifying lives within you and soon there may be no difference between yourself and the creatures you hunt.

Now tell me, hunter, what kind of monster will you become?

Features:

Help a kid survive high school (or try to sabotage him)

Run a D&D game for actual monsters

Run from the police in a van named Dirty Lucy

Make friends with the ghost of that person you accidentally killed

Quote classic films at incredibly inappropriate moments

Set everything on fire... accidentally.

Go for long walks in the park with your magic dog

And more fuckin' shenanigans...

Also, if you want it, here's a playlist for the game.

The Main Cast

Excluding the main two (MC and the deuter/antagonist): E.J. "the Driver", Dev "the Drifter", Lucía "the Watcher", Ciel "the ???", Adam/Eve "the Officer", Danny "the Specter", Harlow "the Elder", Giles "The Director", McGruff "The Administrator", Julija "the Curator", Milo "the Defender", Captain Rose "the Father", and others...

Check out their picrews here.

Production Timeline

The prologue is, quite honestly, almost finished, but this project is on hold while I work on Hades' Kitchen and Mousetrap. The first demo drop will be on May 13th, 2022.

But, Albie, why May 13th? That seems so random.

Because May 13th is the next Friday the 13th and I wanted the Zorlok demo to be released on the day it's set...

The Summit

The Story

Every June, the leaders of the seven supernatural factions hold a summit at Mircalla, a picturesque resort sitting in the heart of Antarctica. The point of the summit is primarily to settle disputes between the groups and lately, things have been somewhat, divisive. Most of the conflicts stem from disagreements on if supernaturals should reveal their existence to the human world. So, you've been hired by one of the factions, the Court of Blood, to get to know each group and advise the summit on how to proceed. If all goes well, you will help them achieve harmony and bring about an era of peace.

Unfortunately for them, you aren't who you say you are. You are secretly a member of the eighth faction: The Slayers, an ancient order composed of humans and demi-humans dedicated to protecting humanity and eradicating the other seven at any cost. You and your partner have been sent to infiltrate the summit and destroy it from the inside. Some of those in attendance have already sided with the Slayers, but you don't know who those people are. You must discover the traitors and aid them or.. expose them (potentially exposing yourself in the process). Your choice.

Will you succeed in your mission? Or will you betray the order who raised you and side with the monsters you were taught to hate? Either way, the "night" of the Summit is long, and not everyone can last till sunrise...

The Factions

The Court of Blood (vampires), The Revenants (undead, ghosts, etc.), The ILN aka The International League of Nonhumans (shifters, hybrids, etc.), The Magi (human magicians), The Feyfolk (magical beings/spirits), The Outsiders (extraplanar/extraterrestrial entities), The Natural Order (monsters, sentient plants, etc.), The Slayers (human and demi-human hunters)

The Main Cast

Rafael(a) "The Prince(ss)", Feilan Grave-Speaker "The Viking", Cy Hassan "The Sheriff", Adrian(a) Silva "The Courtier", Han "The Trickster", E. Milton "The Magician", J. Osorio "The Slayer", Oriana "The Mermaid", Shai "The Shadow", Pabu "The Yeti", and others...

Production Timeline

Not currently in production. The Summit has been fully planned and parts of it are written but it's on hold for a bit as I work on other projects.

Neo Olympus

The Story

Can't say too much without potentially spoiling Hades' Kitchen plot points. I can say that Neo Olympus takes place seven years after the Fall of Troy and outbreak of the Trojan Virus, six years after the conclusion of Hades' Kitchen season 1.

The Main Cast

Zosime (aka Cassandra) - dead daughter of Troy Corp's deceased CEO, gaslit prophet (cursed so people can't believe her), exhausted retail worker, and former hacker

Adonis - prince of the Underworld, award-winning TV host and producer, mega-celebrity, and recent arrival to the land of the living

Atalanta - heir to the Arcas crime family, former Argonaut, career criminal with a Robin Hood complex, and the fastest (+ gayest) freedriver in Neo Olympus

Dio - "lord of misfits," god of wine, nonconformity, and performance, owner of the "Asylum" nightclubs, and a disenchanted immortal who misses mortality

Iapyx - bastard son of Daedalus, fake brother of Zosime, disgraced surgeon successful ripper, and miserable necromanteion haunted by his half-brother Icarus

Meliboea - daughter of Niobe and descendant of House Atreus, (legal) defender of the people, unapologetic "punk," and unlicensed private detective

Aethalides - demigod of Hermes, cracker "hacker" with a perfect memory and a , former Argonaut, and follower of Atalanta

Prometheus - titan of foresight, Zeus' unwilling assistant, the true brains behind Olympia Inc, and a natural troublemaker

Thanatos, Erginus, Psyche, Medea, Odysseus, Heracles, and many others...

Production Timeline

Since it takes place six years later with some of the same characters, Neo Olympus won't come out until season 1 of Hades' Kitchen is released. For those of you worried about this delaying the release of Hades' Kitchen season 2, don't fear. After a specific point, the two will be released in tandem.

[roseverdict]

MSA Holiday Spirits!

HEY @pull-the-hoodie-strings HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! 'Tis I, your @msaholidayspirits Secret Santa! I come bearing gifts of fluff and OT3!

and very minor amounts of injury but it's only there as an excuse for fluff, i swear wodjsodjskxxjzixk

〜〜〜〜〜〜

"GO GO GO GO GO-!"

Vivi's panicked mantra only fueled Arthur's mad scramble over the hood of the van and into the driver's seat. He revved the engine as Vivi threw herself into the passenger side. "You got him?"

"I got him!" Vivi nodded, cradling a slightly-cracked locket. "Mystery coming?"

Arthur checked his rearview mirror to see a flurry of tails leaping into the back and slamming the doors shut. "There's your answer, now hold on to something!"

An indistinct roar made Arthur squeak and jump in his seat, but he still threw the van into drive and peeled away from the shoulder of the highway. Tires spun and gravel flew, but they soon left the shadowy creature in their dust.

Vivi swallowed and sagged in her seat, glancing down at the locket in her hands. "Lew, you doing okay? You don't usually get stuck in there anymore…"

"He doesn't usually get a faceful of…whatever that was." Arthur pointed out, letting the van slow back down to normal highway speeds. "What was that, anyway? Some kind of…I dunno, shadow bear or something?"

"The name escapes me at the moment, but rest assured that it will not get the jump on us again." Mystery huffed, shrinking back down to his usual size and hopping into the back seat. "It cannot leave the confines of its territory, and we have already done exactly that."

Arthur heaved a sigh of relief and dragged his right hand down his face, wiping off Far Too Much Sweat, and ooh, that wasn't all sweat, was it? Hopefully they wouldn't notice yet. "We're gonna have to do something about it at some point, aren't we?"

"Probably." Vivi groaned.

"Most likely." Mystery agreed.

What next came out of Arthur's mouth was a frustrated hiss more than a word.

"Perfect."

"But!" Vivi lifted a finger in the air, ready to make a point. "Don't think I can't tell when you're shifting attention off of yourself, mister!"

Arthur chuckled Completely Normally. "Haha, whaaat? I'm not, I'm not shifting attention-!"

He caught sight of Vivi's unimpressed stare out the corner of his eye.

Vivi lifted an eyebrow.

Arthur gave up the ghost. "Okay, so maybe I am."

"That's what I thought, you notorious attention-shifter." Vivi nodded once in victory.

Lewis's anchor pulsed gold and was Vivi thinking what he was thinking?

"Why, yes, Lewlew, I think I am." Vivi smirked. "Pull over and let us get a good look at you, Artie."

"What, like, right now?" Arthur spluttered. "Why can't it wait until we get to a rest stop or something?"

"Need I remind you about what happened last time we tried to wait until we got to a rest stop?" Vivi crossed her legs and stubbornly refused to reach for her seatbelt.

Arthur couldn't help thinking back to the incident in question with a shudder. "Okay, point taken, but we aren't in nearly that bad of a shape this time, sooo…"

"Arthur, you do realize none of us have a sensible threshold for 'how injured is too injured' at this point, correct?" Mystery pointed out.

In Vivi's hands, Lewis's anchor beat an unimpressed amber of agreement.

"…I plead the fifth?"

Vivi glanced down at Lewis's anchor. "Time to do this the hard way, then."

Arthur could do nothing but watch as a smug bolt of magenta energy arced up from the locket and wormed its way into the inner workings of the van.

Well, nothing but watch and complain.

"Oh, what-? That's not even fair, c'mon, guys-!"

Lewis just gave the radio dial a little flick as he pulled the van over, letting the song on the nearest station do the talking for him.

"…you can't always get what you wa-ant!"

"Lewis, shouldn't you be trying to rest up?" Arthur crossed his arms, refusing to fight the steering wheel when it was under Lewis's control. "Instead of, y'know, pushing yourself, Señor Cracked Anchor?"

"You're one to talk, Mister Designer Eye-Bags." Vivi countered. "You're blond, not brunette or something. I know you went flying back there, I can see where you're bleeding, and we need to be sure you're not concussed or in need of stitches!"

Arthur cringed.

"Besides, we can heal Lewis with the power of hugs. If one of us is hurt, we need actual medical attention."

Busted.

Once the van stopped moving, the flicker of magenta in the radio leapt back into Lewis's anchor, and he floated into the back seat before re-forming his projected body. "It's three against one, Art. You're outnumbered."

"Fine." Arthur groaned and reached for the door. (If they were worried about him being concussed, there was no way he'd get away with just sliding into the back, inevitably jostling his head with every movement.) "Let's get this over with."

He caught a satisfied huff from Mystery as he slunk out of the driver's seat and trudged around to the back. Unsurprisingly, by the time he tossed the back doors open, Vivi and Lewis had already cleared enough space for him to clamber onto the mattress and were brandishing parts of the first-aid kit. Mystery lay on the other side of the van, watching bemusedly.

Traitor.

"Sit." Vivi ordered, pointing to the mattress.

Arthur rolled his eyes, but complied, turning around to give them better access to wherever he was injured. "Yes, mom."

Lewis's fingers ghosted (heh) across his scalp before finding a place in his mass of hair that-

Ooh.

Ouch.

Now that the adrenaline was fading, that really did smart.

…Yow!

Arthur sucked in a hissing breath between his teeth and tried not to flinch. "Okay, that does sting a little bit."

"And that's why we check these things." Vivi declared. Arthur heard what sounded like the medical tape being unrolled, and mere moments later, Vivi's hands began wrapping some of it around his head, following Lewis's guidance. "You gotta remember to tell us, though, Artie!"

Arthur's eloquent rebuttal came out as more of an "Ehhhhh…"

Lewis lightly slapped his good shoulder. "I'm not hearing a 'yes, Vivi'!"

"Ehhhhh!" Arthur tried (and failed) to stifle his chuckles, but the others caught on immediately.

"Wrong answer!" Vivi sing-songed, tearing off the end of the tape and (presumably) shoving the roll into her pocket before pouncing, yanking both of her boys into a hug.

Arthur squeaked and fell back into her. "Vivi-!"

Lewis didn't even manage to form a proper word, instead only wheezing as Vivi's iron grip squeezed his chest.

"Now, we are gonna make sure Artie's not about to pass out on us, and then we're turning in for the night." Vivi chirped. "And I, for one, think we could all go for a good night's sleep after getting away from that whatchamacallit."

Lewis blinked. "But it's barely even seven in the-"

"A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP!"

"You had best listen to her, I think." Mystery chuckled, nosing his way into the embrace/chokehold.

Arthur wiggled in Vivi's grip and wormed his arms free so he could turn and wrap them around his friends. "Oh, alright."

"You're already carrying on conversations okay, so just follow my finger for a bit." Vivi said, shuffling to the side so she could watch Arthur's eyes as she moved her finger back and forth.

Arthur did as she asked, staying focused on her finger and not lagging behind when she sped up. He did, however, chuckle when she went in to boop his nose. "Satisfied?"

"For now." Vivi conceded. She turned to the box where they kept their blankets and started digging. "Now, I want that arm off by the time I turn around, got that?"

Arthur shook his head with a fond smile, but he still reached up to the port and fiddled with the disconnect switch. "Ma'am, yes, ma'am."

Lewis took the prosthetic once Arthur removed it, setting it off to the side and closing the back doors up just in the nick of time.

Vivi chose that moment to whip around with their softest blanket, letting it hang in the air for a moment before falling down to cover them. "It is now Resting Time! Sleep or face the Wrath Of Vivi!"

Arthur let himself flop back onto the mattress with Lewis, and Vivi was quick to clamber over to Arthur's other side, effectively sandwiching him. To top it all off, once the three stopped shifting around and seemed pretty much settled in, Mystery hopped up on top of the blanket and curled up on their legs.

Arthur found himself smiling and blushing like a cherry, but he eventually let himself begin to doze, even as Vivi started snoring in his ear.

Two years ago, he'd been a high-strung wreck on his search for Lewis and a cure for Vivi's memory issues.

Last year, he'd still been a high-strung wreck, but with Lewis's ghost still sending shivers of guilt down his spine and Mystery's teeth back at the edges of his nightmares.

Vivi let out a particularly loud snore, and Arthur laughed quietly.

He'd rather they'd never had to deal with the Cave and its aftermath at all, but of all the ways it could've gone, he liked the way things were now.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Smalltown Bringdown 4

Warnings: blood, violence, noncon (fingering).

This is dark!biker!Bucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Bucky takes you for a ride.

Note: Okay so it took me a while to finish this one in terms of organizing my ideas and maybe I just think about this stuff too much lol. But it is a little longer than the last two chapters. Now I’m thinking part 5 will be the last but as it happens so often, this story might be slipping beyond by restraints lol. But anyway, enjoy. To those who take the time to read, thank you. Love you guys!

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Five days in and you couldn’t say you were adjusting, merely closer to acceptance of your hopeless circumstance. That was always easy. In Birch, it was an inevitability that one would settle. There were no grand dreams to be achieved, no underdog story or redemption; there was only monotony and routine. As it was oft said, you were born and then you died. 

You were surprised to have the weekend off. Working in a bar, it was expected to work Friday to Saturday; those were the busy days. Your schedule didn’t seem to fit to the necessity of the business though, more its owner. Whenever you were there, he made sure to be there too. He was always there to see you off at the end of the night, though his farewells were briefer than his first.

That night was different. Slightly. He didn’t stick around to watch you from his table. His blue eyes didn’t follow you, his ears didn’t prick up whenever you spoke with a particular customer for too long. He had a single beer then retreated to the back with Steve. Lifelong friends, it was easily assumed that Steve was a natural confidante and a useful intimidator. He’d kept his hands to himself since that first shift, but he was none the subtler.

He emerged only as you were helping wipe down the bar. A ripple of deja vu blurred your vision as he neared the other side. Lucy rubbed her back as she peeked in the kitchen to check on Bobby. You tossed the cloth in the basket under the bar and looked up at your boss. Bucky rested a foot on the bottom rung of a stool as he hooked a thumb in his pocket.

“I’ll give you a ride home,” He said. 

“It’s a ten minute walk.” You replied. 

Lucy let the door swing behind her and you caught it as you held it open with your foot and opened the closet just inside. You pulled your jacket off the hanger and slung your bag over your shoulder. You turned back and Bucky met you at the end of the bar.

“So it’ll be a quick ride,” He blocked you in. “Or… you can hang around for a little… we can… talk.”

“Fine,” You zipped your jacket up halfway.

He smiled and backed up enough for you to brush past him. He turned and his hand rested on your lower back as he led you to the door. He held it open for you and his hand was quick to dance along your hip. He stopped you before his bike and you watched him approach it.

You stepped away as he straddled it and kicked up the stand. He peeked over his shoulder as he turned the bars and steered it backward out of the spot. He stopped before you and slid the helmet from the handle. He held it out to you.

“Don’t wanna hurt that pretty head of yours,” He winked and you huffed as you accepted the helmet.

You climbed up behind him, careful to touch him as little as possible as you slid the strap through the metal loop. He reached back and squeezed your leg.

“Don’t be shy,” He said. “Or you’ll find yourself in the road.”

You slipped forward on the seat until he was between your thighs and he pulled your arms around him. You let him and stiffened against him. The bike roared as he turned the key and you couldn’t help but hold him tightly. He pulled out of the lot and onto the road, the wind formed a soft tunnel around you.

You were dizzy as he pulled up to your mother’s house, your cheeks raw from cool night air. 

“Thanks,” You climbed down and quickly undid the helmet. You held it out to him before he could kill the engine. When he didn’t take it, you hung it on the handle bar. He angled the bars and turned the bike off. He flipped the stand down and dismounted.

You spun away and hurried up your mother’s walk. He followed as you fumbled with your keys. The front door stuck and you rarely went in that way. He came up behind you as you found the right key but he caught your hand before you could reach to the handle. He pressed himself to your back and crushed you against the door.

“What’s the rush?” He purred in your ear. “I don’t even get a good night?”

“Bucky,” You breathed as he pulled on your wrist and turned you around. He wrestled the keys from you and tucked them in his pocket. He set your hand on his shoulder as he kept close.

“You think I do favours for nothing,” His hand went to your waist and slowly crawled along your side. 

“You insisted. I would’ve walked.” You argued as you wriggled against him.

“Honey, you know I’m not gonna wait forever,” His finger crept along the front of your jeans. “I’ve waited long enough as it is.”

“Why?” You hissed. “Why are you doing this?”

“Why did you have to be the hero?” He leaned in and nuzzled your hair. “You should’ve kept your mouth shut like you did in school. I never would’ve known you were there but… even with a gun to your face, you had fire in your eyes.” He loosed the button of your fly. “Do you know how fucking hot that is?”

“I… no.” You grabbed his hand and he waved you off as he pushed your zipper down. “No, I was afraid.”

“Maybe,” He said. “But I think you still regretted dropping that knife.”

“Stop,” You fought his hand with yours. “Stop.”

“Don’t make this hard,” His other hand shot to your throat. “I’m hard enough as it is.”

“You’re disgusting,” You snarled.

“You like it,” He laughed under his breath as his finger tugged at the thin elastic of your panties. “A girl like you… such a boring life… you want the excitement, you just don’t know it.”

He shoved his hand in your panties and you pressed yourself to the door. You turned your face from him to hide your shame and he dragged his nose along your temple. His hot breath embraced you as he caressed your vee.

“My mom’s asleep,” You grabbed his wrist. “Please…”

“So we’ll have to be quiet.” His fingers pushed between your folds and your hand dropped to the handle. You tried to turn it helplessly as he held you to the door. “Shhhh.” He hushed you as he began to play with your clit. 

You gasped as he sent a chill through you. You hadn’t been touched since that regrettable fling with Alex, the younger mechanic at the local shop. He had been clumsy and selfish. That was a year ago; maybe more. You squeezed the handle and closed your eyes.

“You’re already wet for me,” He whispered. “Honey,” He rubbed his crotch against you, “You got me hard as hell.”

You bit your lip as his fingers sent waves through you. It was hard to resist the peculiar and long-sought sensation. He was right, you were wet and getting wetter by the second. He slid his fingers further back and forced his hand between your legs. He dragged his fingertips back and forth and used your juices to ease his way.

He pushed a finger inside you a felt around. He rocked his hips as he dipped another finger in. He pressed the heel of his hand to your clit and curled his fingers inside of you. You shook your head as your core pulsed. Your thighs quivered and your nails dug into the wood of the door.

“You’re gonna cum for me,” He growled. “Not just now, but tomorrow.” He pressed his cheek to yours as his voice gristled in your ear. “I’m gonna take you for a ride.” His hand moved faster and you gritted your teeth. “Take you somewhere you don’t have to be quiet.”

Your entire body shook as the waves crashed into each other and you pushed your chin up as you came. You stuck your tongue out and you held it between your teeth to keep from crying out. He didn’t stop until you stilled. Until you were panting and weak against the door.

“And if you’re not waiting for me in a nice little dress,” He pulled his hand from your panties. “Then I’ll just have to come in and drag you out.” 

He ran his wet fingers along his bottom lip before he slipped them in his mouth and licked them clean. He wiped them on his jeans and reached in his pocket. He took out your keys and held them out.

“You got it, honey?” He shoved the keys into your shaky hand.

“Yes,” You said quietly. “Yes, I understand.”

“Finally,” He smirked as he slowly back away. “I’ll be by at noon.”

💀

Noon, sharp. Bucky rode up as the clock tower chimed a dozen times. You were on the curb waiting for him since quarter to and your mother was conspicuously watching from behind the blinds. She had checked your purse for the mace and made sure it worked. Her eyes were still red from the test.

You wore a pale blue dress beneath a beige jacket, a pair of brown suede boots and a matching purse. You didn’t care if you looked good for Bucky but you also didn’t need him reproaching you for disobeying. You were tiring of that.

The thought of him was infuriating. And something else. The memory of what happened the night before. You refused to look at the front door. 

“Hey,” You neared his bike as he waited for you and avoided his gaze. He had two helmets today. You took the one in his hand and he watched you secure it.

“No time to waste, honey,” He revved the bike. “Careful. The exhaust is hot. You don’t wanna burn yourself.”

“Where are we going?” You raised your voice over the loud engine.

“Now what would be the fun in telling you?” He chuckled. 

You crossed your arms and made no move to get on. You glared at his taunting smirk.

“Now, I can help you up, honey, but I’m already running late,” His leather glove audibly strained as he gripped his handlebar. “So come on.”

You bit down and rolled your eyes. You reluctantly grabbed his shoulder and swung your leg over. As you sat, you tried to pulled your skirt down to cover your knees on either side of him. It was a fruitless effort.

“Oh,” He turned his head and leaned back against you, “I didn’t mention how sexy you look…” He reached back and touched your leg. “I like the innocent look.”

You scrunched your nose and resisted ripping his hand away from you. You slipped your arms under his and hovered your lips close to him, “Aren’t you running late?” You asked.

He shook his head as he turned forward and growled. You clung to him as he revved the engine again. You almost yelped as he pulled away from your house, the bike ripped through the rush of wind around you. The streets of Birch rushed past you in a blur and soon faded to the metal rails of the highway. You shivered as your bare legs were lashed in the open air. You were thankful to have Bucky’s broad shoulders as shelter.

He slowed as he came to the end of a ramp. He stopped and looked both ways as he awaited his turn. You read the green signs and sighed. You hadn’t been to the city since your failed stint in community college. Well, you hadn’t so much flunked out as busted. You couldn’t afford to live and study at the same time and only one of those was possible without the other.

When he drove up to his destination and the monstrous rumble of the engine subsided, you were greeted by a familiar but unwelcome figure. You got off the bike as you worked at unbuckling your helmet and Steve approached. You peeked over at the hotel doors as Bucky climbed off behind you. You turned and looked between them in confusion.

“Russ isn’t gonna wait forever,” Steve said. 

“Only for me,” Bucky smiled as he removed his helmet. He turned and took yours in kind. He slung them over his handlebar carelessly. “I told you I’d be late.”

“She really need to be here?” Steve asked.

“Oh, suck it up,” Bucky warned. “Keep your hands to yourself and she’ll do the same.”

“I’m not afraid of her,” Steve scowled.

“Sure,” Bucky chuckled. “I know.”

“Can I interrupt for one second and ask what the hell is going on?” You said.

“You can and you have,” Bucky looked to you. “But keep that tongue to yourself once we’re in there. Not many of my ilk are so tolerant.”

“Clearly,” You squinted at Steve as he rolled his eyes.

“Just a meeting.” Bucky assured as he pulled his gloves off. “Got some business out east and a lot of hands on the wheel.” He tucked the leather in his pocket. “Look, you don’t gotta worry about specifics. You’ll be with the other gals. They’re friendly but a bit rough around the edges… you’ll fit right in.”

“Like a lamb among wolves,” Steve shook his head.

“I’m starting to think you might be more fit to sit with the ladies as well,” Bucky turned on Steve as he swept his arm around your waist. “Out here telling me I’m late only to waste my time arguing.”

Steve looked away repentantly and waited for Bucky to urge you past him before he followed. He led you through the hotel doors and across the lobby. The hostess at the front desk recognized him and gave a meek smile as she nodded and directed him to the conference room on the sixth floor. The place was nice; upscale even. You’d never suspect a small-time criminal to be strolling across its polished marble. Or yourself, really.

The elevator was silent; tense. You were still trying to figure it out. You’d seen this hotel before, marveled at it on the way to classes you couldn’t afford. You glanced out the corner of your eye at the man who held you close with one arm. At his other shoulder was the dour sidekick who spent his time threatening simpletons in a one-horse town. 

What business could they possibly have here?

The doors chimed and opened before you. As you stepped out, Bucky’s arm fell away and he tapped your ass. 

“Behave,” He warned. You didn’t miss the gloating grin on Steve’s lips. “You too.” Bucky added sharply and Steve grimaced.

Bucky led you to a set of double doors, a rise of voices on the other side. He opened them and revealed a room of leather-clad goons. They all looked out of place in this room fit for a gala. His hand was on your arm as he was greeted by each man he passed with a nod or a grumble of his name. 

Steve followed at his shoulder as he cut through the crowd to the man at the back of the room. The man sat at the head of the gathering as he overlooked them as a king would his subjects. He stood as Bucky approached the other side of his table. There was no deference between them, merely recognition. 

“Russ,” Bucky greeted and held out his hand. The man with the greying red beard stood and took it. They shook firmly.

“Buck,” Russ returned. “Not often you’re late but…” He glanced at you, “Think I understand now.”

“Well, we shouldn’t waste any more time, should we?” Bucky straightened up. “We got a bit of shit show up east, don’t we?”

“That we do,” Russ nodded and sat back down. The man to his right rose and offered his seat to Bucky. “I got Oslo on his way already. He’s scoutin’ the scene.”

“Mmm,” Bucky squeezed your arm and excused himself with a finger. “Honey, why don’t you go say hi to Chyka?” He pointed over your shoulder. 

You blinked at him and looked between him and Russ. It dawned on you what this was. He was showing you his power; his pull. That he wasn’t just the man in Birch, he was the man all over. You nodded and slowly pulled away. As you turned, his hand lingered on yours as if to draw you back but he let you go.

Your nostrils flared as you crossed to the group of women. They were just as fond of leather as the men; vests, skirts, boots. You neared and tried to shrug away your nerves. You tucked your hands in your jacket pockets and planted your feet.

“Chyka?” You asked. 

The woman quieted as they looked over at you. The last to turn her head had black hair and a large crooked nose. She had a unique beauty to her, a rough type of elegance. She leaned back on the long sofa and crossed her legs. She looked you up and down.

“Ah, and who are you?” She asked with a sneer.

You gave her your name and peeked over your shoulder. Bucky was sat beside Russ and already in deep conversation. You couldn’t expect him to hold your hand. Perhaps if you blew it, he’d leave you be.

“And what brings you round here?” She raised an arched brow. “Girl like you doesn’t seem the type.”

“I came from Birch,” You said indifferently. “To see the city.”

She scoffed and tilted her head. “To see the city? You with Steve then? He does have peculiar tastes.”

“No,” You answered and kept from fidgeting.

“Bucky?” A woman with stringy blonde hair perked up.

You nodded. “Sure. Guess you could say I’m with him.”

“Well, I’ll be,” Chyka smiled. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

Your brow wrinkled at her reaction and you looked around the half circle of women. “This seat taken?” You pointed to a velvet chair.

“Girl, you come in here on his arm, no chair in here is taken,” Chyka mused. “Come on,” She waved away the stringy blonde beside her, “Sit. Next to me.”

“It’s fine, I don’t wanna--”

“Danielle’s fine,” She insisted. “She was just gonna grab us some drinks, weren’t you?”

“Sure,” Danielle stood and sidestepped you. “Beer or--”

“What’ll you have?” Chyka asked you pointedly.

“Water,” You replied.

“We don’t got water,” Chyka pointed to the cushion next to her.

“Whatever you’re having then,” You sat and shrugged.

“Beer’s fine, Dani,” Chyka dismissed the other woman and those around her looked to each other and whispered in their own conversations. You could sense their lingering attention. “Course he would bring a girl with an attitude and a half.”

You narrowed your eyes at her. “You know my name. It’s not girl.” You retorted.

“Oh,” She smiled. “Well, then…” She swayed her legs and peered over at the men. “Well, I’m Russ’ woman so we’ll be getting to know each other well. If you last long at all.”

“If ,indeed,” You grumbled and checked the time on your phone. “Suppose I’ll have to put up with you.”

“I like you, g--” She stopped herself and used your name instead. 

“Hmm,” You leaned on the arm and looked around. You never thought you’d miss Birch.

“Do you know who Russ is?” She nudged you. “Who your man is?”

“My man?” You turned to her.

“This…” She spun her finger around, “Is a club meeting and our men run these things. You understand?”

“Sure,” You replied dully. “Place like Birch is small, easy--”

“Birch is nothing compared to the rest of it,” She interjected. “He don’t just run Birch.”

You blinked at her.

“He could have this entire city in his pocket.” She continued. “You see, when Russ made his grab, it was Bucky who helped him close his fist.” Danielle returned and offered you a bottle. You accepted it but did not drink. “The boys from Birch aren’t to be challenged; not here, not anywhere. Excuse the pun, but Birch is a twig among branches in the scheme of things.”

“Oh yeah?” You rubbed your thumb over the label. “Should I be impressed then? By you? Him?”

She laughed again and drank from her beer. “You should be aware…” She intoned. “I never seen a woman walk in here with that man,” She gestured with the neck of her bottle towards the head table. “And you always see that man when he walks in a room.”

You followed her gaze to Bucky and your thoughts began to storm. You sat back and lowered your eyes as you slowly turned the bottle in your hand. This wasn’t just a show of power, this was a very clear message; he wasn’t going to just go away.

[hitsuackerman]

Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.15

a/n: thank you all so much for the patience! this took a while to write cause i had a little writer’s block~ BUT I AM BACK AND READY WITH OVERHAUL’S SOUL! :D

warnings: this cannot be read solo, crossover

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 16

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

Overhaul’s waiting list: @jjk-biased @infinite-universe-love @dirtypride @blackymomo03 @azzie @purple-rabanito​ @meximorrita @awesomeee19​​ @celestial-kanzakii​

“Are you feeling better?” Levi asked. His eyes glued to the view of the city. With the car parked, all 4 doors opened, and his ass rested on the hood, it reminded him of the day where he ended everything and fixed it from scratch. Taking you to this part of the mountain was nothing new. Each time he would visit, both of you would always stop by.

“Yeah.” Every blink you took stung. Moments had now passed and your breathing was finally even. “Sucks to be me, right? Coming to terms with these feelings for a villain, handing over a case, and now…”

“It does suck to be you.” Levi snapped back. “It’s your fault for having a type.”

“Excuse you?” You punched his arm. “You didn’t tell me you used to be a criminal when you were younger. And besides, there’s a difference!”

“What’re you going to do?” His eyes followed a flock of crows in the sky. Pretty rare for them to be flying that high and during this time of day. The sun was high up but the cold breeze compensated for it. “You’ve got a bunch of heroes eyeing you down now.”

“I honestly have no idea.” Leaning on his shoulder, you exhaled and closed your eyes. “Seriously, though? You had to bring me here?”

“This view always calmed you.” He leaned his cheek on your head. The scent of the meeting room barely covered the same shampoo that you still used till now. For a moment, a part of him wished he had not destroyed what the both of you had. Blinking his regrets away, all he could do now was to relish his time with you.

“Aren’t you being sentimental~” You could feel a smirk forming on his lips. Somehow, your mind drifted to where things had gone wrong. Distance was not much of an issue. It was probably the stress that your jobs offered that made you both realize that things might not work out. Or perhaps the insecurities that you felt with Petra. “I’m hungry. Shall we go?”

“For the record,” Levi said as he extended his hand for you to hold. His gray eyes were as inviting as ever when both of you made eye contact. “In case things fall off with that piece of garbage you caught feelings for, I’ll be here.”

“I know.” Squeezing his hand, the corners of his mouth curled up and that was the end of the conversation. Pulling you towards him, he draped his arm on your shoulder as the both of you walked towards the passenger's seat. “Remind me again why we broke up?”

Watching you take your seat, he leaned on the door and crossed his arm.

“Unresolved insecurities.” Sharing a giggle and chuckle, Levi closed the doors. When he finally took his seat, he revved the engine up and went back to the road.

Before you knew it, the days had gone by and the both of you were now outside of Endeavor’s Agency. Every so often, heroes would enter and exit the building. It was always a hustle and bustle in this part of town. Though it was no surprise. This was the No.2 hero’s agency.

Entering the building, you were greeted by Burnin’. A bright smile worthy of overshining her hero name rested on her face. Though the both of you barely did any missions together, she still deemed useful as a connection for hard to reach heroes related to Endeavor. Of course, it was rare for you to contact her.

“Endeavor is currently having a meeting with Hawks but he’ll be done in a few minutes.” She said. Pressing the doors to the elevator, she ushered the both of you in and selected the floor to the office. “I wasn’t expecting Ackerman to tag along~”

“Caught myself off guard too.” Levi replied.

“So does Hawks still exit using the window?” You asked.

“As always.” Burnin’ giggled. “He likes to leave a few feathers as well to annoy the boss.”

“Typical.” You and Levi commented.

When the doors opened, all 3 of you walked down the carpeted hallway. Just as Burnin’ was about to offer you both a seat, the teasing sound of Hawk’s voice echoed through the halls. Shaking her head with amusement, she stated that there was no need to sit and that their meeting was now finished.

Indeed it was when a feather opened the doors for you and Levi to enter.

“(L/N). Ackerman.” Endeavor greeted. The last name raised in a questioning manner. This would have to be the first time he’d get to meet the infamous officer. Gesturing to the large sofas he continued.  “Have a seat.”

Facing his back, you could see the messy blond hair and crimson wings. Burnin’ wasn’t kidding when she said he likes to leave a few feathers behind. Taking a seat on the sofa across Hawks, you were met with a rather flirtatious smile and wink.

“Well if it isn’t my partner in crime and favorite chicken.” There it was. The voice that made women’s knees grow weak and panties to drop. Though you would be lying if you didn’t feel yours slowly slipping away from your waist. “Been a long time, ain’t it chickadee?”

“Yeah. After that grocery stake out, I’ve been rather selective when it came to random cases falling on my desk.”

“Those nuggets were shit and you know it.” Hawks stood up, eyes lingering on you. Making his way towards the window, he stretched his wings and fluttered them. One swift movement and he was now floating. “Well, Endeavor’s all yours. Call me when all this is over, dove. I got something to ask you.”

“Have a safe flight, Hawks.” You dismissed his message but would of course call him later. Adjusting your position, you turned to face Endeavor. No matter how much you viewed him, he was always intimidating. Probably due to the flames. It was a miracle Hawks wasn’t roasted with each visit. “I do apologize for taking a bit of your time, Endeavor.”

“It’s fine.” He waved it off. “So, what questions would you like to ask?”

“It’s mostly about your shares for these groups of companies.” Asking Levi to hand over the file, you accepted it and placed it on the glass table. When Endeavor seated himself, he reached for the documents and read through the list. His brows visibly furrowed. “Whatever minuscule detail you can think of, it would really help us in the arson case.”

“Arson?” He began to flip more pages. Blue eyes scanning the words in black and red ink.

“Don’t worry. You’re far from being a culprit. It’s just that your name shows for each holding the company has.” You scratched your nape. “It’s straw grabbing, I know. This case just needs a bit of push, whatever the amount.”

“I merely bought their stocks thinking it would look good for my agency.” Endeavor finally spoke after a long pause.”I apologize but there’s nothing much I can tell you about this. If it helps, I can assign a few heroes to assist on the case.”

“No, No.” You reassured him. “It’s fine. The HPSC took over and this is actually my last task for this mission. Feel free to keep that copy, though.”

Thanking him for his time, both you and Levi bowed and bid him farewell. When the elevator door closed, you began fidgeting with your fingers. The meeting proved nothing. Another dead end. The guilt of not being able to hand over any sort of information began creeping in. At least the case wasn’t on your hands now.

“If it’s worth mulling over,” Levi commented as the doors opened. “He was holding back information.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll tell you in the car.”

And he did. The second the doors locked and engine purred to life, Levi scanned the surroundings to make sure none of you were being followed. For more precautionary measures, he used his quirk to check if the winged hero left  behind any small feathers.

“My quirk sensed sudden hesitation when he finished reading the list.” Looking at the time, he decided a meal was needed. “It was a mere second but I latched on to it. Assessing his aura, it seems as if big shot is hiding something. It’s up to you if you wanna tell the asshats that information.”

“How do you manage to sneakily use your quirk?” It always made you ask how he sharpened his abilities. Did his quirk evolve already? If not then Levi is definitely a monster.

“You learn a thing or two being in the underground.” He wasn’t ashamed of his history, either. Levi was about to continue till his phone vibrated in his pocket. Taking it out, he answered the call. “Erwin?”

Hearing that name, you had a feeling the call would be long. Holding the phone for him, Levi let go and continued driving to the nearest Mendy’s. Every few seconds he would hum and agree with whatever Erwin was telling him on the line. Before the call ended, he donned his signature ‘tch’ and bid farewell.

“I have some bad news.”

“Hit me.”

“I’d rather not.” He smirked. “Erwin needs me back at the precinct.”

“Oh.” Your shoulders slumped and sighed. “When are you leaving?”

“He said as soon as possible.” Your silence was something he did not like. Stopping at a red light, he tapped his finger on the wheel. “Are you scared?”

“About the coming days?”

“Yeah.”

“Not as much. I still believe that there’s something I can do.” You looked at the rear view mirror. “I honestly have no idea what I can do but my main priority would have to be making sure the heroes don’t catch me with him.”

“And how exactly are you going to do that?” Levi challenged. “You’re already on a case with him and I highly doubt they’re going to leave you alone.”

“Being on the case with him isn’t the problem.” Massaging your temples, your eyes landed on the take out menu Mendy’s had. Telling him you’d have the usual, you waited till the windows were close to continue. “What I’m worried about is if he finds out, he might not trust me anymore. I don’t even know if he fully trusts me.”

“I can assess him if you want.” He offers, his outstretched hand taking the paper bag.

“Can’t. He hates people.” Squinting your eyes at him, you pouted. “And, if I can recall, you took down one of his deals back then. So, it’s a definite no-no for the both of you to meet.”

“That was years back.”

“The man holds grudges.” You took a bite off your food. “It’s a miracle he hasn’t dropped by the apartment and talked about the updates.”

“That’s cause he knows I’m with you. How clueless can you be?” He flicked your forehead. “He trailed us the day I arrived. Though, I think it was mere coincidence that he was by that restaurant,”

Ah. That explained why he became pissed all of a sudden that night. It had been running through the back of your head, knowing his tendencies. But him being pissed about Levi in the same room as you? Butterflies began to flutter in your stomach. Overhaul was jealous? You didn’t know it was possible but here he was. Once more, excitement crept in with tonight’s possible video call.

“Oi.” Levi snapped your thoughts. “If you’re seriously thinking about mentioning my name to that asshole, i will not hesitate to rip that hideous jacket of his.”

“You’re no fun.”

“You’re too easy to read when it comes to trashman.”

Shoving your food into his mouth, it was satisfying to see his eyes widening with shock. A few minutes later, the both of you were now nestled into your cubicle. Remembering that Hawks was waiting for your call, you excused yourself and went towards the rooftop. Knowing Hawks, he would surely drop by the moment you’d call him.

Staring at the view from the rooftop, it made you wonder how it felt to be like Hawks. How would it feel to be able to fly and soar through the skies? Did he ever get sick from being too fast? Or was he now used to it? Dialing his number, he answered on the second ring.

“About time you called, dove!” The sound of wind breaking was a bit clearer today. He was probably speeding through the air. “You’re on the rooftop, I presume?”

“Only you can make me head up here.” Staring at the skies, you were now looking for the sight of red feathers gliding. “And, you’re probably nearing the area?”

A gust of wind hit your back causing you to lose balance. Turning around, Hawks took his headphones and visors off. With each step he took, he ruffled his hair till he was now in front of you. The sunlight made his golden eyes shimmer brightly. Or maybe it was something mischievous running through that birdbrain of his.

“Ya always had slow senses, dove.” He gestured you towards the shaded area. “Wouldn’t wanna let my favorite officer get sunburned.”

“What did you want to tell me Hawks?” You took a seat on the spot he patted.

“Just wanted to inform you about this case I’m workin’ on.” He pokes your cheek and hands over a piece of paper. “Open that when you're in your nest, lovebird. But, the real reason for my face to face visit is that my feathers picked up a rumor.”

“And that is?”

“A certain yakuza seems to be taking interest in the League of Villains.” Hawks nods his head and leans on the wall. “But the real headline here is that a cute officer teamed up with the mentioned yakuza.”

“You’re not suggesting anything now, are you?” You cocked an eyebrow only to be met with his golden hair tickling your face. Knowing how good Hawks was with gathering information, you let him lean on your shoulder. “I am. We’re working on a project together.”

“Annnd?”

“And?”

“It seems as though that yakuza is taking an interest in you lovebird~” His face inches away from you. Of course, this was nothing new considering how flirty he was whenever he was your companion. Your toleration skills were just high for Pro-Heroes. Or maybe it was because he was just dangerously handsome, you were willing to pull your pride down. “But I ain’t done yet…”

Furrowing your brows, you watched as the winged hero stood up and offered his hand. Cautiously accepting it, Hawks pulled you into his arms. Both your chests collided as he flapped his wings. Grabbing onto his jacket, you could feel your feet losing contact with the ground.

“Hawks, don’t you dare…”

“Oh, I do.”

Not wasting any moment, you felt the wind whiz past your ears. Not a stranger to surprise flights from Hawks, it was always a wonder as to where he would land. The sun was still shining and the streets were busy so there weren’t a lot of options. With that thought, it was now dawning to you that you might be landing on a high rise building.

“Open your eyes, dove.” Hawks whispered into your ear. Placing you down gently, he made sure to let you hold on to his arm knowing you weren’t the bravest when it came to heights.

“Why bring me up here you feral chicken?!” You clung to his arm. Heart pounding in your chest as your eyes focused on the ant-sized cars on the streets. “Wasn’t the rooftop enough?”

“I just wanted to know if you’re doing well.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Having a yakuza take interest in you, more so when he’s the head, is rather dangerous ya know.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow and stared you down.”OH?! How the tables have turned! You don’t mind it, do you?”

“He doesn’t see me that way, Hawks.” There was no point in denying things when it came to Hawks. The bird was as nosy as the word could get. “This thing won’t amount to shit. Whatever emotions I placed on the table, it’ll all lead to the heroes flushing it down the toilet.”

“So, you’re not shaken that you’ve caught the cooties for Overhaul? Damn, lovebird. If I knew you had a thing for villains, I’d turn over to their side~”

“You know I can give you a heart attack right now, right?”

“You do know you’re standing on the outside of a 780ft building, right?” Having you cling onto him like a koala made him laugh. Patting your head, he wrapped one wing around you protectively. Seeing how you let out a tired sigh made him think.

“You’re a double agent. How would you handle this situation?” The day you found out that the HPSC gave Hawks the mission of infiltrating the League was the day you despised them even more. Finding out that they would be taking over the Arson Case, only to be given the new assignment with Fatgum and Nighteye, it was the validation you needed. They were not to be trusted.

“Wow~ You’re not even gonna deny liking the guy? Gotta hand it to ya chickadee, you’re feisty for putting your life on the line. Career-wise, it ain’t looking bright if they sniff out you like him.”

“I know.”

“But, to give credit where it’s due, Overhaul is a pretty smart bird. Working with him, I’d have to be intrigued too.” Hawks eyed you down. It had only dawned to you how they shared similar eye colors. “I know I’m all for stopping them and making sure that heroes like me finally get some time off. But seeing as the situation your in is much more complicated than it seems, just make sure you clean up nicely. Be three steps ahead and use your connections.”

“Careful of Dabi.” You warned him. Humming his answer, you reached out for a feather and plucked it. “Now, if you have no other questions to ask, please take me back to the precinct. I have a guest and he has to prepare for his leave.”

Swooping you off your feet, you found yourself being carried by Hawks. At least this time, he let you wear his headphones. Securing it on your ears, you were now inches away from his face again. Remembering that he had piercings, you had to admit he made your heart beat a tad faster.

“You likin’ the view, dove?” Hawks was now soaring through the air. Being the object of your undivided attention always made him giddy. Having you wear his headphones was such a cute sight. But he knew where he stood. You had made it clear before that you would tolerate his behavior and that you only saw him as a hero and close friend. “We can always have a date if you like it that much.”

“I would punch you but I value my life.”

“If the trashy bird man doesn’t fully reciprocate your feelings,” He added before landing back on the precinct's rooftop. HIs eyes focused on the raven haired man leaning on the wall where both of you sat moments ago. “I’d say it but, I too, value my life.”

“Hawks.” Levi greeted the winged hero with a deadpan face.

“Ackerman~” His feathers ruffled a bit. Every single feather told him that Levi did not like the scene before him. Of course he didn’t care. “Just stole her from the job for a few minutes. Pro-Hero to officer.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“Whatever.” Looking back at you, he winked and gave you a finger gun. Accepting the headphones back, he wore them and fixed his jacket. With one flap of his wings, he now hovered in the air. “See you in a few days, lovebird!”

Watching him fly away, you could feel Levi burning his wings.

“He means well.” You defended the bird.

“You have a thing for birds and villains.” He gave you a look of disgust before opening the door for you. Offering you his arm, he held on to your fingers as the two of you passed through the hallway. Other officers stared at how touchy the both of you were. “Anyway, I have to leave in 3 hours. Will you be okay when I’m gone?”

“I will be~ Don’t worry~” That slight crack in your voice was a little too evident for Levi. Hoping he wouldn’t push, you were relieved when he gave you his ‘tch’.

“What’ll you be doing after you drop me off?”

“I’ll meet up with Nao at a cafe. We scheduled an updating meeting for the Fukuo Kai case.”

“Keep in mind that I’m only a call away.” He pulled out your chair and waited for you to sit down. “I may not have wings or be a B-Class villain, but I’ll always have your back no matter what.”

“I will keep that in mind~”

The hours passed and you were now waving farewell to Levi. He stood by the train doors before heading to his designated seat. The familiar sight of having to watch him leave was not the best feeling in the world but things needed to continue. Grabbing your phone, you dialed Tsukauchi’s number, to which he answered after 3 rings.

“I’m by the cafe, already. Anything you want?” His voice was upbeat today. There must have been an improvement. Giving him the food you wanted, he took note and proceeded. “Take your time, I’m not in a hurry.”

“Sure. I’ll be there in around 15 minutes.”

Surely enough, you arrived 5 minutes earlier. Walking towards your waving partner, you had to wonder why he was rather happy today. Were the updates he had in store positive? Surely.

“So, what’s making you all smiley and giddy? D’yu eat those euphoric candies again?” You teased.

“Nope.” He rummaged through his bag and took out an envelope. Taking its contents out, you accepted it and began to read the latest updates. It really was good news. The case was moving just fine. “Overhaul’s been very compliant, I’ll give him that. He managed to dig in a little more regarding Fukuo Kai’s base and confirmed how many yakuza under them.”

“That’s good to hear.” You nodded your head and continued reading the print. Not sure what you were looking for, your eyes mindlessly wandered and listened to his speech.

“It also dawned on me that Overhaul hasn’t been lying at all. I was expecting him to lie about something but my quirk didn’t pick up any sort of foul play in his words.” He continued. “Who knew he would be this cooperative. Maybe having him as an ally wouldn’t be half as bad as I thought.”

“I agree with your point.” That was a lot of praise coming from Tsukauchi.

“He also mentioned that you were keeping up your end of the deal quite well.” He took a sip of his coffee. “The main update I want to give you, though, is that with the information Overhaul gave us, the plan to infiltrate them can now happen in two months.”

“T-two months?” Your eyes shot up towards the person sitting across you. “That’s a big amount of time.”

“It is. The sooner we can stop the Fukuo Kai the sooner we can cut ties with the Shie Hassaikai. Or at least until Fatgum and Nighteye get them.”

“Right.”

“That is better, right?”

“Of course. It’s bad enough that we went to them for help. The media still has no idea and hopefully it stays that way.” The food arrived and you cleared the table of your things and papers. Once the food was positioned, you took a piece of tissue. “How many people do you need in the stakeout?”

“Ah. That’s also what I want to talk to you about.”

“Meaning?”

“Overhaul has one additional request.”

“Which is?”

“To have you, and no one else, be his partner when the stakeout comes.”

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a/n: hawks has a special place in my heart so i had to add in a bit of hawksxreader in this chap ;) hope yall didnt mind~ see you next week :D

[thirsty4theextraordinary]

Everything Burns - Chapter 2

Pairing: Ledger Joker X OC

Warnings: Mild violence, blood. 

Word count: 3,190

Previous Chapters: 

Chapter 1|

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Chapter 2:  The Birth of The Jester

~1 year earlier~

Scarlett pulled on her helmet and started up her bike and headed to work. The roads were quite this early in the morning most people weren't even up yet, but this month Scarlett was working the early shift 4 am – 4 pm. At Gotham General hospital, she was a nurse on the wards there and worked with a variety of patients. She loved her job she loved to feel she had a propose and made an impact on the world in some way, she would hate to be forgotten when she was dead. Since the fire Scarlett's life had been completely normal almost boring and although she was offered counselling, which she attended she was given a clean bill of mental health very quickly after. She grieved and she moved on.

Her hideous childhood was never spoken about after her father had taken her back to England and she felt she had a happy, standard childhood. She didn't remember the events of the container, but she was aware of what had taken place. She knew her mother had died there.

"Morning" she called happily to another nurse as she checked in at the nurse's station and picked up her mornings patient files. Her days had become routine and somewhat irksome.

"Morning" the head nurse Lydia said and smiled happily at Scarlett.

She made her way around to the patients she had been given and completed her tasks with ease and a cheerful manner. Patients always seemed to like her as she was always so happy.

Around 9 her mobile buzzed and she pulled it from her pocket.

Bruce:

It's your birthday tomorrow, fancy dinner?

She smiled at the text, she had met Bruce Wayne when she was at school he was two years above her at the expensive private school her father had sent her too when they had moved here from England. She replied a yes and pushed her phone back in her pocket. Tomorrow was Thursday it was her one day off a week and dinner with Bruce sounded like a brilliant way to spend it.

Her phone buzzed again but she left it alone and continued with her rounds.

Her lunch hour came quickly and she headed out to the Café she always went to, it was small and placed on a busy road opposite Gotham National Bank. In this part of the city no one stopped and talked to anyone, everyone was in such a rush. Scarlett like it, this way no one would talk to her, as she could relax and eat her food.

She ordered the same toasted panini she always had and a pot of earl grey tea. The weather was sunny and summer was coming in so she sat out the front and watched the world rush by, she loved to watch the uniformity of it all and sometimes wondered what would happened if one of the many people rushing by texting on there phones were to step out in front of the car, she wondered about the reactions of all the other people around, what they would do if a little chaos was introduced into their measured little worlds. She shook the disturbing thought from her head and sipped her tea. After all she was a victim of the rat race just like the rest of them.

Her sandwich was brought out and she thanked the server, she looked up as a string of police cars raced past and towards the entrance side to Gotham's National Bank. She hadn't even taken her first bite as the windows to the Café were blown in by the shock wave of the explosion inside the bank. Scarlett had been knocked off her chair and there was glass in her hair, her head spun as she tried to look up, but she had a head injury and the blood was running into her eyes. She struggled to her feet as the sound finally reached her.

Across the road she could hear the screams of the survivors of the explosion inside the bank. There was a hole that had been blown into the wall of the bank opposite the Café, she knew she needed to go and help any casualties but she couldn't focus and she lost her balance again. Crawling on her hands and knees she looked back into the Café. In the future, Scarlett would look back at this moment as the birth of Jester.

There was so much blood, the girl who had just served her had a large piece of glass protruding from her leg, Scarlett watched for a second as the exposed artery spurted blood like a fountain. Pulling herself together she rushed over to the girl and applied pressure to the wound, but the artery was still pumping through her hands and she looked around for something better, she knew help would be coming, it had to be coming.

She grabbed a nearby tea towel and applied it to the wound, before looking for something she could turn into a tourniquet. But there was nothing and blood was draining from the girl fast, she looked down at her and told her to hold on, the owner to the Café was unconscious and so of little help. Scarlett had had patients die on her before but something about today broke her more than usual. She kept the pressure on but there was no sign of help and her head was spinning again, she willed herself not to let go. She checked the girls pulse it was weak, she was maybe 17 years old, and she was going to die. Finally, the artery stopped pumping and Scarlett screamed at the unconscious owner. She released the pressure, the girl was dead and there was little she could do, CPR was futile when the body had no blood left.

She stood and spotted her face in the mirror and that is when Jester was born again. Her face looked back at her covered in her own blood, her hands covered in the girls and somewhere in the back of her mind she could hear a woman screaming and chainsaws motor revving, and she laughed.

She laughed as tears rolled down her face. The Cheshire style grin spread further as she made her way back out the front of the broken Café, she wiped her face with her bloody hands and laughed again.

Her head played images she had not seen in years and her eyes hazed over as tears filled them. But all the while she giggled like a mad woman.

Scarlett scrambled over the broken glass, onto the pavement outside, she could hear sirens but it was far too late and again she laughed.

"What a beautiful laugh you have," said a voice and Scarlett turned to find the source, he stood in the alleyway between the Café and its neighbour, his face hidden in shadow.

"I shouldn't have come back really, just sometimes it hard to resist, I do love watching the madness unfold" he laughed motioning to the bank across the street where the police buzzed around in panic.

"You know it was just thinking this day could use a little chaos" Scarlett admitted she wasn't sure if she had passed out and this was all a figment of a head injury-induced coma.

"Really? Well, I'm an agent of chaos" the man said and she laughed.

"Now that sounds like a fun job" she laughed and so did he, it was high and manic, but something about it made her smile even more. Her head spun again and she stumbled.

"Careful" he laughed as he finally stepped out of the shadows. He was spectacular to behold. He was at least a head taller than Scarlett, he wore a creased slate blue suit and light blue pattern shirt. But Scarlett wasn't looking at his clothes his handsome face was what had her attention.

His skin was painted a bright white with smudged black around his eyes and a Glasgow smile was painted in red across his lips, his cheeks were badly scarred into curves from the corners of his mouth creating the image of a violent smile and something inside of Scarlett purred at it. His dark blonde hair hung lankly around his shoulders with a tint of green to it.

He smiled at her widely showing her a set of yellow stained teeth.

"Hi," he said still smiling and maybe it was her head injury but Scarlett blushed.

"Hi," said Scarlett in returned her words coming out as barely more than a whisper.

"What's your name," he asked and Scarlett's head spun again and she collapsed to the floor. The clown erupted into to hysterical laughter and looked down at her, he bent over her and she tried to focus, he reached down to her chest and pulled her name tag from her scrubs.

"Nurse Scarlett Jesterson," said the man trying her name out in his mouth.

"I like it," he said grinning again and she smiled weakly as her vision blurred.

"Well, Nurse Jester it was a pleasure to meet such a beauty. I leave you my card, in case you wanna see some more chaos" he said and he pushed a card into her top pocket but she could no longer make out details so could not see what was written nor what it was.

"I'm sorry if my fun ruined your day," he said nodding his head towards the smoking bank across the street and Scarlett only nodded. There was a shout from somewhere and the man looked up before he stood to his feet again.

"Well I gotta run, but I hope to see you soon gorgeous," said the man before he was gone from her sight, her head swam again and finally she blacked out.

When she woke up she was back in the hospital, but this time she was a patient. She blinked the crust out of her eyes and looked over at the man sitting by her bed, Bruce stood and called a nurse in.

"Oh god I'm so glad you are okay," he said reaching over to Scarlett and holding her hand, she pulled it away in disgust but then her brain scolded her and she smiled an apology.

"Sorry I'm a little confused," she said looking at Bruce who simply nodded and took her hand in his again.

The nurse entered and smiled at the pair. "Now Scarlett, you have a cracked skull and a concussion, as you probably know we will be keeping you for a while for observation but your fractured skull has been scanned and does not need surgery to correct and your scalp has been stapled. You will, however, need antibiotics for the next week to prevent any infection" said Natalie a nurse Scarlett had worked with for a year now.

"What kind of fracture do I have?" Scarlett asked and Natalie smiled.

"A compound fracture," she said "But it is linear"

Scarlett simply nodded as Natalie began to take ob’s and Scarlett turned to Bruce.

"How did you know I was hurt?" she asked him.

"When you didn't text back the second time, I called to asked what time you wanted to be picked up tomorrow and a nurse in the emergency department picked up and told me what had happened so I came down," he explained.

"Well thanks for coming," she said honestly and Bruce smiled, though she and Bruce were not exactly close, he was her friend and had been for a long time, and now that Scarlett had no family left, if Bruce had not come, she would have been alone right now.

"I still want to go out tomorrow night," she said after a moment of silence and Bruce laughed.

"I think you should wait to see what the doctor says" he smiled.

"Bruce I've been a qualified nurse for just under 5 years now, I know a linear fracture like this, open or not, I'll be released by 9oClock tonight. And it's my birthday I only have one every year, so I don't wanna miss it" she said lacing her words with mock misery and Bruce chuckled.

"Okay if you are out by tomorrow morning we can go," he said with a smile and she grinned and for a second his smile faded, she laughed and he joined in nervously. He had never seen her smile like that before.

After an hour Bruce left and Scarlett was on observation, as she was now awake she was not allowed to fall asleep again.

When Natalie came back for her second round of ob’s, Scarlett asked about the girl in the Café and Natalie had explained that they understood Scarlett had done everything she could, but as Scarlett suspected the girl had died. Her parents had been informed and a post-mortem would be done at Gotham General. For some reason that girls death was stuck in her mind more than any patient death before, but when she thought back to it the feelings she felt were confusing.

Scarlett was given a magazine to read, to keep her mind busy and she flipped through the pages lazily. She stood to stretch her legs and pulled on the new scrubs she had requested she really hated hospital gowns. Underneath where her old bloodstained scrubs, the top had a tear in it where the named tag's pin had ripped through the fabric when it was removed, she lifted it up to look at and then she stopped. There was something in the pocket, she pulled it out and held it in her fingers, the Joker card was taken from a set of playing cards but printed along the side was a string of numbers. Was that really his phone number? She wondered.

"Thought I'd come and check on you Jester," said a voice in the doorway and Scarlett's head shot up. The joker card slipping from her fingers. There he stood bold as anything his make-up was running but he didn't seem to mind. She rushed to him and pulled him into the room and shut the door behind them.

"Really Jester if you wanted me alone, you only had to ask" he cackled and she looked at him wide-eyed. She had no idea why she had just pulled this man into her room and shut the door, for all she knew he was a murderer, as well as a thief.

"I don't want you to get caught," she said out loud but the thought hadn't even processed in her brain before it was out of her mouth and she was almost shocked by what she was saying. It was as though she no longer controlled her mouth. But then she realised it was the truth for whatever insane reason she didn't want this man in front of her to be caught.

"I wouldn't worry gorgeous, I'm not planning on getting caught, not that I have a plan" he laughed again and she finally cracked a smile.

"Ahh there's that beautiful smile," he said and she felt herself blush again and he shot her another yellow grin.

"So how you feeling, did you break your head?" he asked sitting on the bed and pointing to the bandage on her head.

"Yeah but it's not too bad," she said looking at the stranger in front of her and knowing she should not be smiling and yet she couldn't seem to wipe it from her face.

"So did some of your brains come out, can I look?" he asked, though it wasn't really a question as he reached over to pulled the bandage from her head. She stepped back away from him her smile failing.

So did his and dark look came over his face, and immediately she regretted letting him into the room, she looked at the door but was frozen to the spot.

And then he laughed.

She looked at him confused and he continued to cackle.

"Don't worry Jester, I wouldn't hurt something as beautiful as you, not yet anyway." He said shaking his head slightly and she smiled wearily.

"No, really I came because introductions got cut a bit short last time we met so I thought we could try again," he said before he held his dirty hand out to her.

"Joker," he said simply, nearly every part of her brain was screaming for her to not trust this lunatic but, there in the back was the part she had forgotten about a long time ago. That part was giggling like a school girl, and it was that part that made her take his hand.

"Scarlett," she said shaking his hand, it was hot and rough, his fingers calloused and scarred. She couldn't help the smile that came to her face as he lifted her hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. It left a red stain on her the skin of her hand and she looked at him and giggled.

"Right Jester doesn't let me down, I don't give my number to every girl I meet. So keep it safe, and know that if you call the police and tell them anything. I will find you and I will gut you" he said with a smile, and she knew he meant every word.

"I won't I promise," she said swallowing hard, his face lit up again and he stood from the bed.

"Okay ah well I'll be off, gimme a call sometime your bored gorgeous, and I'll see you around," he said before he headed off towards the window and pushed it open and jumped out before hurrying away from his arms hanging by his sides oddly as he ran.

Scarlett dropped to her hands and knees as her heart felt like it was about to pound out of her chest, she tried to make herself think that she would hand the card to the police and that her heart was pounding out of fear but she was lying to herself.

As her fingers found the card she pulled it to her chest and sat on the floor breathing heavily. She was lying, her heart was pounding out of pure exhaustion and it was intoxicating, she wanted to feel like this all the time, and now she had tasted it again, she wanted more. The last time she had felt like this was at the fire and then it had been such a lot of work for such a small payment. But this time he had simply touched her and she was on fire, this was so much more intense than after the fire. She needed to feel like this again.

As she peered down at the card held tightly in her grasp she knew she was going to call that number, and very soon. The police weren't going to know a thing and not because Joker had threatened her, no, she would be damned if she was going to share. He was her high now, and she wasn't going to give him up for anything.

[fuckedurbias]

got7 reaction;; angry sex??

A/N; sorry that this isn’t a reaction, I don’t even know what to call this, I just got a bit carried away I think. but pls still enjoy!! it was a lot of fun to write.

Mark:

He squeezed your thigh that was laid across his lap as he watched you rant on and on about your shady manager at work.

“He never trains any of the new staff, he just throws them in there. It’s so stressful for us to try and teach them when it gets so busy and we have our own stuff to do, and they’re also stressed as fuck because its their first day on the job and they’re just standing there watching the shitstorm happen” You rant without taking a breath. Mark just watches you rather lost, but still nodding in agreement to keep you from losing your shit further.

“AND to top it all of, he suddenly finishes “doing stocktake” when it calms down outside, AND when the boss comes to check how everything’s doing, he takes all the credit for OUR work, he drives me insane” you finally breathe. Mark chuckles a little at how you’re just sitting there with your arms crossed with the biggest pout ever.

“Please don’t hit me but, you’re so cute when you’re mad” Mark smiles, rubbing your thigh with his thumb.

“I’m NOT cute” you softly whack his arm.

“Fine then, sexy” he smirks.

“Please don’t do this to me right now, Mark” You sigh, giving him a look that only he understands. You bite your lip at him, as he just chuckles at your sudden neediness. You lean forward and run your hand up under his shirt, balling it into a fist at his chest.

“Please, fuck this ugly anger out of me” you whine. Mark slides his hand up your thigh agonisingly slow as he slowly kisses you, stopping at the zipper of your pants.

jaebum:

“I’ve really fucking had it”, Jaebum seethes. You were only talking to him over the phone but you could see his face in your mind. “They ask me to show them songs I’ve made that could possibly be used for a title track, ask me to change parts of them, which I do and only for them to completely reject all of them. It’s fucking ridiculous”. You know that in this situation it’s best to just ‘mhm’ in agreement until he’s finished ranting. It really was frustrating, you see how much work Jaebum puts into his songs, staying up all night until they’re finished all the way. He finished ranting and you could hear his car engine revving up.“I know you’re furious right now but please don’t speed hon” You warn softly.

“I’ll try not to”, He says, monotone. You roll your eyes a little. “But listen baby, I really need you to be ready for me when I get home, can you do that for me?”

You bite your lip.“Yes”

“In my favourite set?”

“Yes”

“Good girl, see you real soon”

jackson:

He had had enough. He was sitting on the edge of the bed beside as you were laying there listening to him rant on about how overworked he is being.

“Everyone just expects so much of me, and it’s so frustrating, they really don’t see me as a person. Just a product” he said, almost yelling. You just nodded in agreement as he kept going.

“They knew I was releasing a new song in China yet the company still timed the comeback preparations at that same time, I can’t just keep going back and forth like that. How will I get time to even eat properly, I can’t just postpone my Chinese song release ” he sighs in frustration, running through his hair. It really was unfair, seeing him like this made you so frustrated for him. He was already overworked a lot, most of the time by his own choice so when he was mad about it, you knew it must be really bad and stressful. He had stopped ranting and just had his head in his hands. Your heart broke.

“I wish I could help you”, you frowned, moving to sit in his lap. You stroked his hair as he wrapped his arms around your waist leant his head against your shoulder.

“I need you” he whispered, lifting his head up to kiss your jaw. You looked at him, understanding immediately.

“You have me baby, any way you want” You smiled, sliding off his lap and onto the floor to kneel in front of him. He smirked down at you, unbuttoning his jeans.

jinyoung:

You’d taken him on a holiday back to your hometown, you were walking through the city at night admiring the beautiful view and lights, taking heaps of cute photos both together and of each other. Jinyoung was taking cute photos of you in front of the river with the city night view behind you, when suddenly a man walked in front of you and made a really inappropriate, crude comment about you. You stood there in shock while Jinyoung immediately barked back at him, getting infuriated very quickly. He slowly walked over to you, never taking his eyes off the man as the man walked away smirking at the both of you.

“Are you okay?” Jinyoung asked, taking your hand in his and very tightly.

“Yes, just a little grossed out” you said quietly, cautiously watching the man as he disappeared out the streetlights and into the distance.

“The photos came out really cute though” He sighed, brushing a bit of hair out of your face. You smiled softly up at him, trying to stay positive and help to keep him from getting too angry.

You guys went to get crepes after that, trying to cheer up. Jinyoung never let his tight grip on your hand go the whole time, even when eating his crepe. It was clear he was still really pissed off from the whole situation, only smiling slightly when you did/said something in an attempt to lighten the mood. The walk back to your hostel was rather silent since all your attempts to cheer Jinyoung up didn’t go as well as you’d hoped, it seems his grip had become even tighter. Walking into your room and dropping your bag on the floor, you just sat on the bed next to him and sighed.

“Jinyoung, please don’t let that disgusting excuse of a man ruin our night”

“I’m really trying not to but it just angers me so much, you don’t deserve that. It makes me so mad people like that still exist and get a rise out of harassing people and making them uncomfortable” He seethes, brows furrowing tightly.

“I agree, but he’s gone now and I won’t let him make me feel gross and disgusted anymore”. Jinyoung pats his thigh for you to sit in his lap, and you straddled him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You know how beautiful, amazing and worthy you are right? Don’t ever feel degraded by people or comments like that” he said monotone, staring into your soul. You just smiled at him as he leaned down to kiss your neck, kissing down slowly. You moaned and threw your head back as he started to nip and suck at your sensitive spot, tightening his grip on your hips. Jinyoung was about to show you just how amazing you are to him.

youngjae:

He had come across some mean comments by accident, they weren’t too bad just some snarky knetz undermining his groups work and saying that they ‘clearly don’t work that hard if they still sound and look like THAT on stage’ and knowing how hard he and the other boys work and trained to get where they are and produce/make the music and performances they do, it really rubbed him the wrong way. Heaps of people under the comment were agreeing too and they were attacking his fans too which made it even worse for him. Now, he never really gets ‘angry’; more frustrated or just grumpy but either way, when he does… It’s sexy. Just the look he gets on its face, it makes your heart and thighs ache. He never gets like obviously mad, just becomes really reserved and gives short answers because he doesn’t want to explode or let it out on you unfairly. Unless, it’s in one way, but it’s rather you assisting him in helping get it out rather than him just blatantly exploding on you (sex pun ha). He slowly walks into the bathroom where you’re getting ready, and as soon as you see the look on his face from behind you in the mirror you frown at him.

“What’s wrong baby?” You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his neck.

“I just came across these comments in an article about our last comeback stage, they really pissed me off” He mumbles, looking away with frustration in his eyes.

“They don’t mean anything, your fans and everyone who cares about you know hard you all work and how talented you are” You smile, stroking his cheek.

“I know but they were attacking the fans defending us too, which just makes me so mad” His hands slowly turn into fists. You grab his hands and intertwine your fingers with his as you pout up at him, trying to make him smile.

“I know baby, you can work even harder and make the next comeback even better and prove them wrong” All he does is sigh in reply, leaning his forehead against yours. Your gaze falls to his lips before leaning in and kissing him softly, before he turns it more aggressive. He snakes his arms around your waist as you jump up and wrap your legs around him. He carries you to the bed and we all know what happens next.

bambam:

You came storming through the door to your bedroom, Bambam laying comfortably on the bed watching netflix.

“Hey babe- Oh is everything okay?” His smile quickly turning to concern as he sees you clearly frazzled as your throw your bag and keys harshly onto the floor.

Your teacher who clearly has it out for you pulled some shit again today, marking you just one mark under than what you needed on your assessment to pass the unit and you were furious. She claimed it was because you didn’t “italicise to specify when you were going into the next topic”. She really made your blood boil.

But you didn’t want to rant about her just yet.

“Babe what the h-“ Bam went to ask as you took of your shirt and got onto the bed to straddle him.

“Bammie please, fuck now, talk later” you begged pulling at his shirt.

“But don’t you want to-“ He asked taking off his shirt quickly and going to untie his sweats.

“No. Fuck Now. Talk Later” You commanded, already marking his neck.

yugyeom:

You were surprising Yug in the practice room. You had bought the both of you hot chocolates since it was winter and very, very cold out, even though he was practicing hard and was most likely all warmed up and sweaty from dancing, you still wanted to do something sweet for him and make him feel better after a hard days work. Unfortunately though, today was not going well for Yug. Everyone including himself just kept messing up and the choreography wasn’t sticking in anyone’s head and they had to keep restarting and correcting everything, and he was getting so frustrated with everything. When you finally reached the practice room you saw the rest of the boys getting ready to leave and you could tell by their faces and the overall mood in the room that something was up. You still greeted them with a smile and waved them goodbye as they all left one by one, waiting for Yug. He was still practicing in the mirror, a clear look of frustration on his face and sweat dripping off his hair. You called out his name with a big smile on your face. He turned around and looked at you and it was different from his usual look. He always got horny after practicing hard but this time, it was so much more intense. You held out his hot chocolate as he walked up toward you, but he just took both of them and placed them on the floor. He walked you back until your back was against the wall. The way he was staring at you, never taking his eyes off you, was making it so hard for you to stand. He only said one thing;

“Take off your panties”

And you were so ready for what was coming next.