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l-starsz · 2 months ago

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billie surprises reader with toys that she wants to try out

a/n: this took me three days to write and is a little over 2000 words.. i am so sorry it’s taken me long to get around to this but i hope that the amount i’ve written makes up for it🥲 i’ve also not proof read this because i am falling asleep so if there’s mistakes please ignore it😞

as the movie ended, i sprawled out further on the sofa, stretching to grab the remote. billie had to go to a meeting, so i was keeping myself busy to pass the time while she was out. i'd started by cleaning our room, and the living room, before flopping on the sofa with shark. i'd turned my favourite movie on, but as it ended i was questioning what to watch next. i'd scrolled through tons of movies, but none sounded interesting, so i ended up watching my favourite series instead (which i'd watched thousands of times).

i was halfway through an episode, it had just got really good, when i heard a knock at the front door. i was obviously confused, i hadn't ordered anything lately, and billie wasn't supposed to be back for another hour. when i opened the door, the delivery guy handed me a parcel, i was puzzled, but thanked him anyway.

when i sat back on the sofa, i looked at the front of it and noticed that it had billies name on it. she'd usually tell me if she ordered something, but i brushed it off, assuming it was something for work. i placed it aside so that i'd remember to tell her that she had a package, then watched tv for another hour.

when i finally heard her walk in the house, i was practically asleep, but jumped up off the sofa to greet her. i saw her standing with her arms out for me to fall into, and immediately ran over.

"i missed you bil!" i giggled.

"i missed you more angel!! what did you get up to while i was gone, huh?" she ran her hands up and down my back before we pulled away from the hug.

"i cleaneddd, then i watched tv and shark was laying on the sofa with me to keep me company." i smiled as we wandered towards the living room, "oh! and a parcel came for you?" i gave her a questioning look.

when those words left my mouth, i noticed a small smirk appear on her face, which just made me so much more confused. we sat down facing eachother as she picked up the small box, then handed it over to me. i furrowed my eyebrows as she encouraged me to open it. i slowly and cautiously opened it, not knowing what i should expect inside. as i opened it up, i realised what she had ordered. my eyes widened as i glanced over to her, seeing her slightly laughing at the look on my face.

"do you like them?" she laughed. my jaw was practially on the floor as i just nodded.

there was a new strap, and vibrator in the box. the strap was bigger than anything we'd tried before. i didn't even know if i'd be able to take it. my mind was flooded with different thoughts as she gently took the box from me.

"wanna try them now, love?" she whispered, placing her hands on my upper thighs.

all i could do was nod, but she wanted a proper answer from me.

"words." she leaned closer as her lips ghosted over mine.

"yes. please, baby."

"good girl." she answered, hungrily pressing her lips against mine.

i moaned into the kiss as her hands explored my body the best they could over my clothes. soon enough, though, we pulled away from eachother and rushed upstairs.

it wasn't long before i was completely naked, pushed against the bed. my back was against the cool sheets and billies hands were placed on my hips. she was biting and sucking my neck and chest while my hands reached out for her clothes. i tugged at her shirt, trying to signal to her that i wanted it off. she took the hint and pulled it off, along with her jeans. she was left in her bra and underwear, her tits were threatening to spill over the edge of her lacy black bra, and she just looked so perfect sitting in front of me.

we were soon both completely naked, my hips were grinding up against her as she continued marking me. i knew she was trying to get me worked up, but i was just getting impatient at that point.i groaned and whined in an attempt to get her to touch me, but she didn't listen. she didn't listen until i begged her.

"you really need this, don't you angel?" she smirked.

i nodded desperately, bucking my hips up once again before she moved to grab the box. she first pulled the vibrator out, almost immediately turning it on. she started on the lowest setting, pressing it against my clit lightly, but soon pressing down harder. i didn't hesitate to moan loud as she gradually turned it up to the highest setting. she was moving it around against my clit, adding to my pleasure and making me squirm around. i was getting closer already. it never took her long to make me cum, but i was lasting even less time, given the fact that the toys were brand new.

my stomach tightened, and i was clenching around nothing. my wetness was flowing onto my thighs. my moans were high pitched, and frequent. i was ready to cum, but she pulled the vibrator away and turned it off. my moans turned to desperate whines and whimpers. i'd been so close to finishing, just for her to take that away from me. i saw a smirk playing on her lips, and it clicked in my head what she was doing.

billie pulled the strap from the box, carefully lifting it before adjusting the harness so that she could tighten it around herself. once she'd got it on, she noticed i'd been watching with wide eyes, and gently pushed me back against the bed again. her fingers first made their way to my folds, carefully moving my wetness before pushing one of her fingers inside me. i was tight around her, soaked. she teased me slightly with one finger for a bit, and then proceeded to push a second finger inside me.

she was gently stretching me out, preparing me for what was next. obviously, i was still moaning from the feeling, but i knew i wasn't finishing until she'd used the strap on me. breathy moans were leaving my mouth, whilst billie was admiring me and working on getting me ready.

my eyes were closed, and my head was resting on the pillows when i felt her pull her fingers from my entrance. it was only a matter of seconds before the strap was pressing against my hole, and the tip of it was inside me. i shifted around and felt billies hands land on my waist, running up and down to make sure i didn't get too overwhelmed.

"is this okay? can i push in a bit further angel?" her voice was soft, and caring.

"please." i whined and nodded.

she soon enough bottomed out, and kept still, careful not to hurt me. i moaned way too loud as the strap was completely inside me. as she was staying still and waiting for me to tell her to move, her hands were holding onto mine, running her thumbs across the back of them. once i was used to how much bigger this strap was compared to our other ones, i whined and nodded, looking into her eyes.

"are you sure? i don't want to push you too far. you're doing really well for me so far."

"i'm sure." i whispered, gently squeezing her hands to reassure her that i was okay, "i promise."

she started slow at first, pulling herself almost all the way out, then carefully pushing back in once again. she kept this up for a bit, but as i started getting wetter, her thrusts sped up. i was fisting the sheets, my eyes were shut tight and my hair was starting to get knotty from moving around so much.

i was tight around her, making it slightly difficult for her to move, but she didn't let that stop her. she just continued to speed up, determined to make me feel as good as possible. when i was starting to get close, she paused for a minute or so. i was too blissed out to look at what she was doing, letting out whines of protest instead.

"shh, angel. being so good for me. my good girl."

i took deep breaths, trying not to make noises at her. it wasn't long at all before i felt the vibrator on my clit once again, and that's when she started pushing the strap in and out of me again. i couldn't control my moans, and it felt like i couldn't control how my body was reacting as my high approached. my stomach felt tight. everything felt tight. i reached out to try to grab her free hand, brushing my fingers over hers until she took my hand in hers.

"pl- please! please baby! so close! i need to cum pleaseee!!" my moans were broked, along with my sentences.

"my pretty girl. can you hear how wet your pussy is for me?"

i nodded desperately, my eyes screwed shut as breathy moans echoed around the room.

"yeah, baby? oh love, you look so needy and perfect for me. you really need to cum for me, hm?" she spoke, lightly squeezing my hand.

"yes!! want to cum for you right nowww." i whined and squeezed her hand tighter.

"oh baby," she pouted and moved her hand to brush the baby hairs from my face, "cum for me then."

i was practically sobbing as i finished, my hands were covering my face, and i squirmed around in my spot. my moans and whines filled the entire room, and i was barely able to hear billie speak as i started to come down from my high.

"that's it my love. you've been such a good girl, i'm here. just relax for me. i've got you." she whispered as her movements came to a stop, and she took the vibrator off my clit.

once she'd turned it off and thrown it on the bed, she slowly maneuvered up my body, careful not to move the strap too much inside me. her soft lips peppered gentle kisses all over my face, before finally landing on my lips.

"can i pull out?" she whispered between kisses.

"mhm. cuddles. please hold me." i mumbled, absolutely worn out.

i heard her giggle at my words, and my drowsy state before slowly pulling out as carefully as she could. i winced when it was completely out, all of a sudden feeling too empty.

"my pretty angel. so fucked out, huh?"

i nodded and tried to pull her on top of me, but she didn't let me.

"can you go once more for me, baby? i just wanna taste you." she whispered, being so gentle with me.

i nodded tiredly. i was so exhausted, but i wanted her touch so bad.

"you're sure? we don't have to if you don't want to. use your words for me."

"one more, bil. still need you. one more quickly." i mumbled out.

i saw her smile sympathetically at my tiredness, before she worked her way down my body again. her tongue was careful between my folds. she'd soon enough reacted my clit, but she made sure not to overstimulate me. she made sure that she was gentle, but also just enough to make me cum again.

it wasn't long at all before i was moving in my spot, and letting out broken whines and moans. my back arched up, grinding against her mouth as i came again. my wetness soaked her chin, and the sheets under me. billies hands were holding my thighs, helping me calm down and relax as she moved away from my core. i could see my juices over her chin, and my heart raced at how beautiful she looked even after everything that had just happened.

my hands reached out for her, finally pulling her on top of me and getting the cuddles i'd so desperately wanted.

"you've done so good for me today, love. i know you're sooo tired, but i need to get you cleaned up, okay? i'll run you a bath and we can be really quick, then i'm going to get you a snack and drink, then we can sleep. i know it sounds like a lot, but i just want to take care of you properly. is that okay?" she whispered against my lips, placing a gentle kiss on them once she was done speaking.

"can we be quick bil?"

i was way too exhausted, but i knew she just wanted to make sure i was clean and looked after. she had the kindest heart. i felt so grateful for her.

"of course we can, my love. we'll be super quick."

i nodded and allowed her to get off me, then let her help me sit up. it wasn't long before we were in the bath, and billie was helping me wash my hair and body. we spent about 20 minutes in the bath, helping eachother out and just laying in eachothers arms. after what felt like hours, we got out, both wrapped in towels and heading back to our room to change. once we were in pyjamas (which for me, consisted of some shorts, and one of billies shirts), she helped me to sit on the chair at the vanity whilst she changed the sheets.

i felt so bad for sitting there letting her do almost everything, but i wasn't in the right headspace to do anything but sleep. if i stepped foot anywhere near the bed, i would've flopped onto it and been asleep straight away. we both knew this, so it was a better idea for me to sit and wait. obviously, she was constantly checking on me, making sure i felt okay and that i wasn't too sore.

the bed was soon made, and i immediately hopped into it, trying to convince bil to join me.

"ah ah. need to get you a snack. not long until you can sleep." she smiled, stroking my hair and kissing my cheek before she rushed downstairs.

i almost fell asleep when i was waiting for her, but she was soon back with something to eat, and a glass of water. however, when she got into bed next to me and wrapped an arm around my waist, i didn't want my food, or my water.i only wanted billie. i wanted her touch, her kisses, her love, everything. obviously i had that, but i had to wait until i'd eaten.

i tried shaking my head and resting it on her shoulder, shuffling further into her when i heard her let out a small sigh.

"i know you're tired, baby, but please just try to have something for me. the sooner you eat, the sooner you can sleep. i'll eat with you, then i'll hold you the whole time you nap. how does that sound?"

"okayyy." i whispered, practically asleep.

even though i'd agreed to eat, i was so exhausted that billie had to feed me. she knew that i would've gone to sleep if she didn't. i felt so lucky. when we'd finally finished, we both settled down in eachothers arms. before i fell asleep, i leaned over and peppered her face with light kisses, making her giggle.

"thank you, baby. you made me feel so good, and i feel so loved. thank you for taking care of me and loving me. i'm really grateful for you my pretty girl." i whispered, before falling asleep immediately with my head on her chest.

"i love you so much, my angel. i'm so proud of you." was the last thing i heard from billie before i was flat out.

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fluentmoviequoter · 1 year ago

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The Better, Hidden Half

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!wife!reader (takes place in The Rookie 1x20-2x1)

Summary: Tim doesn't tell just anyone that he's married. When he's quarantined and his life is threatened by a fatal virus, he asks Lucy to call you, and ends up showing everyone what you mean to him.

Warnings: angst, fluffy comfort at the end, spoilers for episodes 1x20 and 2x1 (this is basically a rewrite, but still includes a brief reference to the suicide line from Tim). reader stress cleans?

A/N: The anxiety/stress cleaning bit is completely self-indulgent; sorry. I tried to manipulate Tim's conversations with Lucy to make them sound more platonic (I don't know if it worked though). I absolutely love this idea and had a ton of fun writing it!🤍

Word Count: 3.9k+ words

Tim Bradford is a man of few words, and he keeps his life separated into two distinct areas: work life and personal life. He tried to bring the two together once, but hated the constant worry that someone from his work life would threaten to hurt people in his personal life or worse, act on their threats. For that reason, for his family’s safety, Tim keeps his life separated, and only a choice few have been chosen to be trusted with a glimpse of both sides of Tim. Angela, Wade, and on occasion, Bishop, see a side of Tim that doesn't exist when he's at work.

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“How is she?” Angela asks, sitting beside Tim for roll call.

Tim rolls his eyes, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. “I trained her, I’m sure she did fine. Better than your golden boy boot, anyway.”

Angela smiles and leans in to whisper, “Didn’t mean Chen.” She turns her attention to Jackson, calling, “80 might be the passing grade, boot, but if you don’t get at least a 90, you should turn in your badge on general principle.”

Tim leans forward to add, “Officer Chen, I will take it as a personal insult if you get anything less than a 93.”

“Yes, sir,” Lucy answers. “Have you figured out what you’re going to do with all your new free time? Might I suggest a book club?”

Angela elbows Tim under the table, and he glances at her quickly, giving her a displeased stare which only makes her work harder to hide her smile.

“What are you talking about?” Tim asks.

“You know, after I pass, there won’t be any more daily evaluations to write.”

“Whether I evaluate you daily or weekly, I will continue to judge you every minute. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

As Grey enters, Lucy turns to Nolan, who whispers, “I can’t believe he’s single.”

“Tell me about it,” Lucy replies, rolling her eyes. “Evaluating a wife daily would cut into his ‘man of honor’ time.”

They silence as Wade directs the TOs to only take easy calls while the rookies finish their last shift before their exams. When Tim assures that he follows direct orders, he keeps his eyes straight ahead, knowing that Angela and Bishop are ready to tease him the moment he looks in their direction.

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7-Adam-19, silent hold-up alarm activated at Madame Megan’s psychic shop. 2417 Vine. Code 3.

Tim and Lucy enter the back room, taking control of the situation quickly, and he dials in once again to being a cop. Not a family man or anything of the sort. Just a police officer.

As Lucy walks out, and the (fake) psychic hits on Tim, he can only think of one thing. Excusing himself from the room, with a lack of grace that is unlike him, Tim lets his mind wander for just a moment. He thinks of a promise he made, a vow he took, and then his focus is back on his new case, a missing person discovered by a phony Hollywood psychic.

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Miles away, you are trying to focus on work, though you find it much harder than Tim to simply push your family and your personal life from your mind at a moment’s notice. Fiddling with your necklace, you refrain from grabbing your phone, wanting to text the only person on your mind. Oblivious to the dangers Tim is learning about from the CDC and Homeland Security, you sigh and clench your hands into fists before attempting to focus again.

Before you make any progress on starting the project awaiting your attention, your phone rings. Tim’s name appears on your screen, and you rush to answer, dread filling you. He never calls while he’s working, and you immediately expect the worst. Surely if it were something terrible, Angela or Wade would call you. If Tim is calling, that means he is okay, he is alive.

“Hello?” you ask, releasing a sigh when Tim says your name.

“Are you alone?” he adds, his voice strained.

“Yes. What’s going on?”

“I need you to stay where you are or go straight home. There’s a terror cell with a biological weapon; we’re doing everything we can to find them, but I need to know you’re safe.”

“Tim- yeah, of course. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I- I really can’t say anything else. Not about what we’re doing. Call me if you need anything. Anything at all, okay?”

“I will. Be careful, Tim. I love you.”

“I love you.”

Your phone beeps as the call ends, and your hand finds your necklace again, one finger slipping into Tim’s wedding ring. He leaves it with you each morning, taking it back with gentle touches and loving kisses when he returns each night. Today, all you can do is trust that he is good at his job and that he will protect you and the rest of LA, and then come back to you.

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Tim and Lucy approach one of the possible addresses in the search for newly discovered members of the terror cell.

“Man. And here I thought that test was gonna be the hardest part of my day,” Lucy muses.

“Best case scenario, it’s tomorrow’s problem,” Tim points out. His thoughts, however, are stuck on you, especially when Lucy asks what the worst case is.

“Took you long enough,” the man, Peter Langston, says as he opens the door. “Bag’s in here.”

“Sir, we’re here about the bus you took from Phoenix,” Tim explains.

“No kidding. I called you about the bag.”

“And what bag is that?”

“I thought it was mine on the bus. I picked it up by accident.” Tim follows Langston into a bedroom as he continues, “Noticed as soon as I got home. Called right away. Still took you guys like six hours to get here.”

“Uh, sir, we’re not here about a bag.”

“So, you don’t have mine? My computer’s in there… I went through this one for an address, and all I found was some weird science equipment.”

Tim glances back at Lucy, who calls for the task force at the mention of ‘weird science equipment.’

“Sir, did you touch anything in there?” Tim asks, pulling gloves on.

“Yeah, I cut my finger going through it looking for an address. Some kind of broken vial.”

Tim’s eyes widen and his breath catches as the man raises his bloodied finger, adding that it hasn’t stopped bleeding since it was cut. Hemorrhaging, Tim knows.

“Everything okay in there?” Lucy calls.

“Yeah. Just stay out there,” Tim demands.

The man coughs, and Tim flinches as blood lands on his neck and up onto his jaw. Looking down at the blood on the man’s shirt, Tim’s mind forgets the divide between work and personal life. He takes the initiative to lock Lucy out, slamming the door on her to keep her safe, but his true concern is you. If something happens to him, who will look out for you? Who will be your shoulder to cry on? In a moment, as the reality of the situation dawns on him, Tim thinks like a husband, and he begins to regret keeping you, his wife, hidden for so long.

“Tim, no!” Lucy yells, but she steps forward too late.

Tim is on the other side of the door, a new division created as others are dissolved.

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Tim finds baby wipes on a nearby changing table, wiping the blood from his skin as he lies to Langston, telling him it will be okay and distracting him with meaningless treatments to combat the “bad case of the flu the police were warned about this morning at roll call.”

Langston disappears into the bathroom in search of cold medicine, and Tim walks to the door to ask Lucy, “Everything all right out there, Chen?”

“Uh, yeah. The CDC’s on their way,” she responds. “Hey, you need to come out of there.”

“That’s not gonna happen. Got to keep this contained.”

“Tim-“

“It’s gonna be alright, boot.”

Tim knows that Lucy is concerned about him, and he is similarly concerned for her. He feels responsible for her safety as his rookie, but his thoughts toward her are completely and totally different from his fears concerning you, driven by love rather than mutual respect and duty.

“You keep your head in the game, okay?” Tim encourages Lucy. “Everything’s gonna be fine.”

As Tim looks at the blood-covered wipe in his hand, he thinks of you, and how you’ll respond to the potential notification that he didn’t make it, taken from you by the very thing he tried to protect you from. He turns his attention back to the sick man feet away from him before his thoughts spiral. Tim needs you, so he needs to focus and survive.

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While the CDC is arriving at the house and quarantining Tim and the infected man, you are pacing in your shared bedroom. Memories of you and Tim exist in every inch of this house, and every moment that goes by without an update increases your worry. Walking into the closet, you find one of Tim’s recently worn shirts, changing into it before picking up the remote to distract yourself. With Tim’s pillow clutched to your chest, you try to laugh at the ridiculous sitcom on the screen, but it doesn’t work as well as you hoped.

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“Officer Chen, you want to tell me what happened?” Dr. Morgan asks, dressed in full hazmat gear as she enters.

“Yeah, uh, the bus passenger mistakenly grabbed the wrong bag, and the virus must have been in it because he coughed up blood on Tim,” Lucy explains.

“Did you get any blood on you?”

“Uh, no. I was out here. Tim immediately closed the door.”

“Smart man.”

Tim hears Dr. Morgan’s comment and clenches his jaw, knowing you would disagree entirely. At least in this case.

“Hey, doc,” Tim greets, standing against the door.

“How you doing?” Dr. Morgan inquires.

“Fine. But Mr. Langston’s struggling a little.”

“Can you describe his condition?”

“Yeah. He, uh, started coughing blood about 20 minutes ago. Now he’s got a pretty wicked nosebleed.”

“Why aren’t they coming in? Where’s my ambulance?” Langston asks.

“It’ll be here any minute. Just… stay put. Save your energy.”

Lucy interrupts to ask, “Where’s the vaccine?”

“Still in the air,” Dr. Morgan says. “Should land in the next hour or so.”

Scoffing, Lucy argues, “You can’t make Tim wait in there. He might not be infected.”

“Sorry. Quarantine rules exist for a reason.” Dr. Morgan turns to the door and asks Tim, “Officer Bradford, do you mind if I put you to work while you wait?”

“You want to know what’s in the bag?” Tim knows digging through the contents is dangerous, but waiting without doing anything won’t increase his chances of getting home to you.

“Yes, I do.”

“Copy that. Chen, I’m gonna turn on my body cam. You can monitor it from out there.”

“Okay. Please be careful,” she responds.

Tim hears your voice in his mind, telling him the same thing. He trusts himself to listen to you more than his rookie.

“All right. Here we go,” Tim says, using his baton to open the bag.

“Wait. Wait. What is that bottle?” Dr. Morgan wonders.

“Looks like the delivery device,” Tim guesses, raising it carefully from the bag. “It’s a misting fan.”

Dr. Morgan calls Homeland Security with the new information on how the terrorists are planning to spread the virus. As Tim continues searching the bag, failing to find identification or target information, Lucy sees Langston raising a chair in the mirror and yells for Tim just before he is knocked unconscious.

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Your house is as clean as it has ever been. Using your nervous energy and anxiety-fueled need to move, you clean each room in an attempt to keep your mind from worrying about Tim. You could call someone and ask for an update, but they probably can’t tell you anything. The only comfort you have is knowing that Angela and Wade would call you if you needed to know something. The silence is deafening, but it’s also a good sign.

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“Tim? Tim!” Lucy continues, growing concerned at the lack of reply.

Tim opens his eyes, moving backward quickly when he sees a puddle of blood running toward his face. He sees Langston standing across the room, mumbling about needing to get out as he tries to break the window. Tim tases him as he stands, and Lucy’s concerned yells continue. Covering his face with his shirt, Tim handcuffs Langston to the bed, shuffling backward as Lucy demands his answer.

“I’m okay! I’m okay!” he replies, breathing heavily. “Well, that was fun.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Tim chuckles. “Kind of depends on your definition of the word.”

While Lucy tells Dr. Morgan to get the vaccine, and the LAPD sends patrol units out to find the other terrorist, Tim keeps his eyes on Langston, but his mind is on you. He should ask someone to tell you and find a way to let you know what is going on, but part of him knows that you are separate from this for a reason. You’re likely worried enough without knowing that Tim’s chance of being infected rises with each moment.

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Tim watches Langston die, unable to do anything as he begs for help and convulses. Imagining himself in Langston’s place, Tim decides that he has to do something. He can’t go out like that, he won’t, but more importantly, he can’t leave you wondering. If Tim dies today, he is not dying without talking to you one last time, showing everyone around him that you are the best part of him.

He leans against the door in silence until Lucy says, “Hey, I, uh- I just checked with Dr. Morgan. The vaccine’s minutes away.”

“You know, you’re good at a lot of things – lying isn’t one of them,” Tim replies.

“You think I’m good at things? Can I get that in writing? … How are you doing? Are there any symptoms yet?"

"I’m sweating like a pig. But it’s probably because it’s 100 degrees in this room.”

Tim sighs just before Lucy assures, “It’s gonna be okay. I really believe that.”

“I’m sure you do. But if it isn’t-“

“Don’t think like that. It’s-“

“If it isn’t,” Tim repeats. “I’m not going out the way my man Pete here just did.”

“What are you saying?”

Tim sighs again, realizing what he said. He would never leave you like that; he’s a fighter. “I need you to do something for me, Chen.”

“Anything.”

“My- my wife is probably worrying herself sick right now. If this doesn’t end like you think it will, can you tell her that I fought to get home to her? Just- just keep an eye on her if anything happens. Wade and Angela, too.”

“Wife?” Lucy asks softly.

Tim smiles, glad to talk about something other than himself or the virus released in the room with him.

“Yeah. We eloped a while back; Grey, Lopez, and Bishop were there.”

“You’ve never mentioned her.”

“I keep her separated. She - everything in my personal life – would be at risk if there wasn’t a divide there.”

“I get that. What’s she like?”

Tim says your name, closing his eyes and picturing you as he tells Lucy how beautiful, kind, and loving you are. “She’s my better half. I don’t- can’t imagine not going home to her.”

“I promise, Tim. I’m confident you will go home to her, but… I promise.”

“Thank you,” Tim says quietly.

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“Please tell me that’s the vaccine,” Lucy says when Dr. Morgan returns.

“It is,” she answers quickly, walking toward the door quarantining Tim. “Stand back, Officer Chen. You’re not wearing protective gear.”

“Yeah.” Lucy steps back, hoping Tim is okay, and that he gets to go home to you.

“Officer Bradford, it’s time to let me in,” Dr. Morgan calls.

Tim opens the door, greeting Dr. Morgan before answering that he’s not feeling too bad. She tells him that she’s going to administer the vaccine. “It’s experimental, right?” Tim asks.

“That’s correct. So, we’re just going to have to wait and see what happens. Maybe nothing. Maybe you grow horns. But for now, I’d say you might’ve dodged a bullet.”

Tim looks at Lucy to ask, “Can you get Lopez? Ask her to call for me?”

Lucy nods, pulling her radio out to contact Angela. She knows that Tim will need you, no matter how the vaccine works… or doesn’t.

“Lopez,” she says, sighing before saying, “Tim wants to know if you can call his wife.”

“Of course,” Angela answers. “She’ll be at his side, even if I have to go get her in the shop.”

Lucy smiles at Tim, and he sighs as Dr. Morgan administers the vaccine. There’s more hope surrounding Tim now, but the fight may not be over yet.

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When you see Angela’s name on your phone, you consider not answering. Biting your bottom lip to hold your tears in, you answer.

“He’s okay,” Angela begins.

You sigh in relief, a few tears breaking free anyway. “Thank you, Angela.”

“The vaccine is experimental, so they’re taking him to the CDC for observation; you can visit with the proper protective gear. Do you want me to come pick you up?”

“I’ll meet you there.”

“See you in a few. And, just so you know, he didn’t call me.”

“Who did?”

“His rookie.”

Angela reminds you that she’s happy to pick you up if you want before ending the call. Tim mentioned me, you think. Then you wonder whether or not that’s a good thing.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Hey, I heard you guys saved the day,” Lucy says, exiting Langston’s house to meet Nolan, Jackson, Lopez, and Bishop.

“It was a group effort,” Jackson corrects.

“Glad you’re okay,” Nolan expresses.

“Me too,” Lucy sighs. “I- I mean that you’re okay, too.”

“How’s Tim?” Angela asks.

“I think he’s gonna be all right. Now, 24-hour observation at the CDC.”

“I’ll bet my pension he just told doctors Tim Bradford does not ride in a wheelchair,” Angela jokes as Tim walks out.

“Only way I’m leavin’ out of here is on my own two feet,” Bishop imitates.

“Don’t you guys have paperwork to finish?” Tim retorts.

Tim looks at Lucy, nodding his thanks before continuing to walk toward the car waiting to transport him to the CDC. He stops suddenly in the yard, growing dizzy before he falls backward onto the grass.

“Officer Bradford!” Dr. Morgan yells.

Lucy, Angela, Bishop, and Jackson run toward him before the CDC holds them back. Someone calls for an ambulance, and Angela backs away to make a call.

✯✯✯✯✯

“What happened?” you ask, answering Angela’s second call.

“Meet us at Shaw instead of the CDC,” she says.

You can hear yelling in the background, and repeat, “What happened?”

Angela says your name, unyielding as she says, “Shaw. I’ll meet you there.”

You inhale deeply, turning toward Shaw. Knowing that you have no chance of beating an ambulance escorted by police cars, you grip the steering wheel, hoping that Los Angeles traffic has grace on you, and you make it to Tim’s side quickly.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Tim better make it,” Jackson says.

“He will.” Angela knows that he’s a fighter, but she also knows that losing him will destroy you. He has to make it for himself, for the police department, and most importantly, for you.

In the ambulance ahead, Tim goes into anaphylactic shock. Lucy helps the paramedics and glances at Tim’s left hand. The line where his wedding ring sits is barely visible, but she whispers for him to keep his promise, to keep fighting.

Once the ambulance and the police cars enter into the hospital parking lot, Nolan notices a woman with a gun, alerting the officers surrounding the ambulance before the firefight starts.

Lucy covers Tim in the ambulance as the paramedics assist him as well as the injured medics. Nolan shoots the woman in the shoulder, but his gun jams as he moves closer to her.

Tim opens the ambulance door, downing the armed woman on a surge of adrenaline. Stepping onto the ambulance driveway, he asks Nolan if he’s okay.

“I should have reloaded on the move,” Nolan mutters. “You?”

“I should’ve taken yesterday off,” Tim answers.

“Alright, Officer Bradford, let’s go,” a nurse says, pushing a wheelchair to his side.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Angela!” you call, jogging to her side.

“Don’t freak out,” she begins, but your eyes widen when you see the bullet holes covering, well, everything.

“Where is he?”

She nods, leading you around her shop. Tim is standing beside Nolan, arguing with a nurse.

“I can walk. Clearly, I’m fine,” Tim argues.

You don’t think about how many people are watching as you walk to Tim’s side. He turns toward you, his eyes softening when he sees you.

“Get in the wheelchair,” you demand.

Tim sighs but does as you say. Nolan and Jackson look at each other in shock, and Lucy smiles as she says, “His wife.”

✯✯✯✯✯

When you walk into Tim’s hospital room, he looks like he’s been waiting for you.

“I’m sorry,” he begins.

“For what? Not listening to the nurse?”

Tim chuckles as he raises his left hand, pulling you to his side. “No. I’m sorry for not showing you off more, for never telling people about us. I worried you; I know I did, and you don’t deserve any of it.”

You lean forward, running your fingers across Tim’s jawline as you smile. “You don’t have to show me off. I know why you do it, Tim. Being a secret, being separated and safe, I get it. What I don’t like is not knowing if you’re okay.”

“I don’t want the separation anymore. You are my entire life, and- I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, but I’m not risking this again. The idea of not making it home, leaving you alone, with no one knowing you or how much you mean to me… that was terrible, and I’m sorry.”

Pursing your lips, you lean toward Tim and look into his eyes before scanning your eyes over his face.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Trying to figure out where the Tim I know went.”

Tim smiles, moving over in the bed and tugging you against his side. He taps your necklace before raising your hair away from your neck. You unclasp your necklace, sliding Tim’s wedding ring off the chain. Tim lays his left hand in your lap, and you put his ring on slowly before kissing his hand.

“I love you,” Tim says.

“I love you. And I accept your apology, even though I didn’t need it.”

“Ready to meet the rest of my-“

“Friends?” you fill in, smiling.

“Colleagues,” Tim finishes, shaking his head as his arm tightens around your waist.

“Thank you for making sure Angela called me.”

“How clean is the house?”

You laugh, pressing your face against Tim’s shoulder. He knows you well, and though you didn't know what was truly at stake over the last few hours, you did miss him.

“Hey, Mrs. Bradford,” Wade greets, smiling as he leads a small crowd of officers into the room. “I have some rookies here who don’t believe someone would marry Tim.”

“I changed my mind,” Tim replies. “Get out.”

You elbow him gently, smiling as you stand. “It's much easier when he doesn’t tell people. No association to him.”

Tim laughs behind you, and after shaking hands and introducing yourself, you return to Tim’s side: where nothing can hurt you, everything is safe, and you’re the most important thing in the world.

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Call My Name - 1: Phase One Is A Go

Story Summary: Grace Mallory, the Boys, and the government have all warily agreed to your plan to take down Homelander. There’s just one more person to add to the operation, the very person who is necessary for any measure of the plan’s success. Can you convince him to join the team and help you defeat Homelander once and for all? AU post-3x08. If you’re a Homelander fan, you may not care for this story. I just want to say that up front. Sorry! 😬

Chapter Summary: And so Phase 1 begins.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader Series Masterlist A/N:I am super excited to delve into this story. I’ve been working on it since 7/8/23. Unbeta’d so all mistakes are mine. Songs for chapter (also listened to while writing): Prison Fight - Tyler Bates; Run For Your Life - The Siege Warnings: sanctioned assassination; violence/blood; implied gore/death/murder; Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy; language; implied sexual imagery; hints of manipulation Word Count: 8515

Some days were tough. Some days were harder than most. But here you were, getting through each day with only one goal in mind. Everything you did, every decision you made, every breath you took — it was all leading towards one specific objective.

And that’s why you were here now, at a black op CIA site, watching as they pulled a comatose Soldier Boy out of containment.

“Are you sure about this?” Grace Mallory asked as you both stared down from the observation deck at Vought’s original Supe they had cooked up. It wasn’t too often that Grace showed her soft side; most didn’t even know she had one actually. But right now, out of the corner of your eye, you could see concern mixed with understanding topped off with a bit of careful hesitation. While you hated the concern and appreciated the understanding, you couldn’t blame her on the hesitation. Soldier Boy was basically a nuclear reactor in human form and he hadn’t gone down under the best circumstances, which was putting it lightly. Not only did he not want to go back under for another deep sleep, but Butcher and his team would be in his sights now. And based on what he did to the last team who betrayed him, you all were in for a shitstorm.

You knew this was a terrible idea, that you could very likely die before achieving your goal and you could bring hundreds if not thousands of people with you if you weren’t careful. But you were out of options and just like Butcher and company had arrived at the same decision some months earlier, you had chosen to unearth the strongest weapon you had in your arsenal in the battle between Supes and humans.

Grace had fought you on it of course. The government had strongly agreed with her assessment; Soldier Boy was too much of a risk to allow him to gain consciousness never mind walk around free. And yet they had no answer when you questioned why they didn’t just destroy him and end it, making the world that much safer. You knew why; they wanted to be in possession of that power, that weapon deep within the Supe’s chest. And that you could work with.

The older woman already knew your backstory and when you pressed the right buttons, backed by Butcher of all people, eventually she came around. You had no idea who she spoke to or what favors she had called in, but sure enough, your mission was greenlit with barely any resistance though a ton of uneasiness. Not unexpected and not entirely unfathomable. Funnily enough, President Singer was kept in the dark on this one; he was too close to Vought and by extension, Homelander and Victoria Neuman. You didn’t exactly mind. It was better for you and the mission as a whole if no one knew that Soldier Boy was still alive. How Grace managed to keep his existence under wraps for all of this time, you had no idea, but you were grateful she was on your side. So when you got the go ahead, you and Butcher took the win and hightailed it to the CIA facility before anyone could change their minds, or worse, figure out what you were up to and try to stop you.

There were stipulations as you figured there would be: daily briefings, a carefully selected unit of CIA under Grace’s command would be monitoring your every move closely, they reserved the right to pull the plug at any time and put Soldier Boy back into containment, and while you were in charge of the op, Butcher was who you had to answer to in Grace’s absence. That definitely set your teeth on edge. You and Butcher had different ideas on how to get things done, but you reminded yourself that you both had the same goal and that was all that really mattered. So you begrudgingly agreed and now here you were ordering the staff to begin the process of waking the original Supe up.

You watched as two men in Hazmat suits appeared to be choosing who would pull the figurative straw. You rolled your eyes; they were wasting time. Before you could hit a button and bark out an order, the one on your right seemed to be the one who had lost and warily approached Soldier Boy to remove his mask, practically darting away once he was finished. The staffer on the left was holding a radiation meter in his hand. From your viewpoint, you could see the levels slowly begin to rise. Sure enough, when you flicked your eyes over to the Supe, you could see movement underneath his eyelids, as if he were having an intense dream.

Grace saw it, too, and she ordered the two men out at once. There was no hesitation in following her command. Once they were out, Grace nodded to the staffer on her other side and he stayed at the ready, finger hovering over a button that you assumed would flood the room with Novichok gas within seconds if needed. Another employee darkened the windows in front of you. You could still see out but Soldier Boy wouldn’t be able to see in. A switch was flipped somewhere and the lights went down. The backup power source came on and the room was flooded with a red halo from the emergency lights. An alarm started to sound throughout the facility, as if someone had infiltrated the building, but everyone’s lack of movement and surprise confirmed there were no intruders. Instead, everyone’s focus was on the Supe who was going to open his eyes at any second.

Grace turned back to you. “Are you ready for this?”

You grabbed the gas mask that had been given to you as a contingency. “Butcher and his team ready?”

“Ready and standing by,” someone informed you both.

You gave Grace a nod and turned to leave the room.

“Hey,” she called, stopping you in your tracks. You glanced back over your shoulder to see that concern again, this time framed by the cold steel you’d gotten to know over the last few months. “If it looks like it’s not going to happen…” She let her warning trail off; both of you knew what would happen if things started to go sideways. She’d do her best to get you out before you got killed, but there was a high chance it wouldn’t happen. Then you’d be sealed in with a live nuclear reactor and that would be the end of you, and all of that would be before Soldier Boy could choose to unleash any of his wrath on you.

Giving a curt nod, you swiveled your head back in the direction you were headed in, determination filling your veins no matter the outcome. People cleared the path for you, fear plain as day on their faces. Not fear of you or even for you, but fear of what lay beyond in that chamber. Fear of what you had lobbied hard for to be woken up that would have been better left sleeping, for all eternity if some of them had their way. You didn’t pay them any mind and held your head up higher, a familiar blanket of cold indifference settling over you. You ignored their terrified gasps as you pulled one of your swords out of its sheath and headed for the open door. Once you were past it, after a few feet, you stopped right before the entrance to what could very well be your death, ignoring the sound of the door sealing shut behind you.

You waited to be confronted by a group that had been specifically chosen for this op by Grace and Butcher. You could hear them approaching, talking low amongst themselves and trying to formulate a plan, which from some of their tones you could tell it wouldn’t hold up very well and not even that long even if you weren’t there to stop them. Sure enough, as you knew would happen with a few more footsteps, they rounded the corner, looking for an exit, only to find you .

The group of men had been dressed as security for the facility and the six of them varied in size. The one in front, a big burly guy who appeared to have declared himself as leader, sneered over at you. “Well, what do we have here?”

The way he looked at you, the vibe coming off of him as well as a few of the others… They had been chosen well; you could already feel the urge to wipe them off the map radiating throughout your body. Your thoughts were running rampant and as one of them leered, you could sense an all-too familiar rage attempting to burn brightly within you that you then masterfully directed throughout your body.

You swung your sword in your hand and tensed, getting ready.

The leader laughed, turned to the other five, and ordered, “Get the bitch.”

The corner of your lips lifted in response. This was going to be a fun little workout for you that you could get in right before facing off with the final boss. Three men came charging at you and your sword flew with incredible precision as you spun in a dance you’d practiced a thousand times during training. You sliced open one and cut the other’s throat before either of them could even dream of laying a hand on you. When the third came closer, you made short work of him, and as you were about to injure the leader, he took one of the other two that had been hesitant to engage you, practically cowering, and used him as a human shield. He shoved the lanky man forward, right into your sword. You left it there and pulled your other one, kicking the dying man to the side. The sixth man cursed out loud and began running in the other direction. You pulled one of your knives from your belt and sent it careening into the back of his head, making him fall flat on his face. You then turned towards the one you had purposely saved for last.

“You fucking bitch,” he hissed. “You want some of this? Then come get it!” He pulled your sword out of the guy he’d thrust onto it and began trying to swing at you. You effortlessly dodged each of his blows and you waited for him to lose energy. He wasn’t even worth parrying with. Sure enough, when you saw the arc of his arm begin to slow down, you made your move. You avoided the blade coming for your torso by dropping to your knees and sliding over to him and cutting into his side with your sword. Your movement propelled you forward, cutting deeply, and he let out the loudest yell you’d heard yet. He pathetically tried to point the sword in your direction but you easily sidestepped the movement, watching him begin to bleed everywhere.

He tried to weakly lift the weapon once more as he held a hand over his gaping wound but you stopped him by bringing your blade down on his arm, effectively removing the limb and forcing him to scream out in pain again. It was like music to your ears and you stood there before him, glaring down at the piece of shit who didn’t deserve to be alive to even have come across you. You had a sneaky suspicion that Grace had chosen this one.

“Now you know what they felt,” you snarled quietly.

He scowled back at you and spit blood in your direction, with you stepping back to avoid the spray. “Fuck you, you dumb bitch! Just like all the rest!”

You gave him a nod and lifted your sword, his eyes slightly going wide at the sight. “Like all the rest,” you echoed and brought the blade down, hard.

Though his screams turned piercing, you took him apart piece by piece within seconds, making sure he felt everything before you finally ended him. It was more mercy than he deserved. He was worse than all of the others combined, not that they were angels themselves. Blood coated you and both swords so you used one of the others’ shirts to wipe the red stains from one of the blades. You pushed it into its sheath on your back once you were finished and held the other aloft as you pulled out the security key card Grace had given you. You could hear Soldier Boy’s breathing increase and you knew you had to get into his room and fast.

You made your way to the control panel on the left side of the doors, scanned the card, and tossed it once the green light appeared. The tell-tale sound of the doors opening sounded and you readied yourself, sword in hand.

Once the doors had pulled aside and a low level of smoke cleared which you suspected was gas (perhaps Grace had to keep him subdued while you were meting out justice on that asshole), you saw exactly what you had come for.

There stood Soldier Boy, glaring at you, his chest rising and falling, his hands in fists. Obviously, having just woken up and gotten to his feet, he was still a bit disoriented but not enough that you could take him by surprise and win . You could also see a sheen of yellow beginning to form in the center of his figure and you knew you only had seconds.

You stepped into the room, knowing there was no going back now and that Grace was watching every move from behind the dark glass. The yellow glow started to manifest and you took a quiet breath in. His eyes narrowed and he moved to face off with you, his right fist clenching harder.

You held up your free hand. “I’m not here to fight you. I’m here to break you out.”

He scoffed in disbelief. “You’re with the Reds, aren’t you? You Commie motherfuckers expect me to believe that again?” He roared with a rasp, the color of the light in his chest turning from yellow to a luminous gold with a pinkish haze.

You lifted your sword and placed it into the other waiting sheath on your back. At the action, Soldier Boy tensed further and took a step towards you.

You raised your other hand. “I’m not here to harm you.” He eyed you sharply, disbelief all over his face. “We’re not in Russia. We’re in the US, in upstate New York, at a black op CIA facility. You’ve been here for the past six months and I’m here to get you out.”

His expression didn’t change. “Why?”

“We can talk about it later. Right now, we—”

“Why?” The Supe yelled, fury lacing his tone, and the gold light got even brighter.

Gas suddenly began to flow into the room from vents in the ceiling and another loud alarm sounded, one you hadn’t heard yet. Shit. Grace was getting ready to lock it down. You’d had your shot and it hadn’t worked. You literally had one minute to get the hell out of there. But you were nothing if not stubborn and determined to see this through.

You pulled the gas mask from underneath your thin coat and held it up for him to see. You tossed it over at him and he caught it just like you hoped he would. His eyes snapped up at you, distrust and anger still clearly in his green gaze. You really couldn’t blame him but right now, you didn’t have the time.

“Like I said, I’m here to help. We don’t have time for me to explain right now. So unless you want to go back on ice…” You nodded your head towards the billowing gas making its way rapidly down to him. He glanced back in the direction you indicated and he cursed, quickly slipping the mask on. You noticed the light in his chest didn’t get any brighter but that didn’t mean he wasn’t locked and loaded, able to go off at any moment.

He met your eyes again and you inclined your head back towards the doors that were just beginning to close. “I suggest you come with me,” you threw at him and then spun on your heel, making your way out of the room. You walked a few feet and stopped, glancing back over your shoulder, hoping like hell he would follow you.

Right before the doors could close the last few feet, Soldier Boy slipped past them and came to a stop in front of you. He yanked the gas mask off but held onto it, breathing deeply of the clean air. You had made it out of the room, gotten him out of it — you’d survived the first phase of the plan and now you just needed to get through the next.

His eyes roamed over the remnants of the scene you both were standing in, seeing the bodies and blood everywhere, and landed on the mask in his hand. His gaze snapped up to you and his expression hardened, his tone dark and dangerous. “Why are you helping me?”

“Because,” you took a step towards him, staring into his eyes, pretending not to notice him tense in preparation for a fight. “I need your help.”

He huffed out a chuckle that was lacking any amusement. “Always a fucking catch. What do you want?”

You took another step towards him and you observed his jaw tightening. “We can talk about it later but right now, we really need to keep m—”

“ What do you want?” He repeated.

“I need your help to take someone out.”

“Based on your handiwork,” He gestured to the scene around you with a hand. “I’d say you don’t need any help there, doll.”

Your own jaw clenched. “It’s a Supe.”

His eyes flashed and you knew that he was now aware of just who you were talking about. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together, you knew that. There was only one Supe in existence that Soldier Boy had been made to go up against before; the only one that had been as strong as him and he had been evenly matched with; the only one that he would be woken out of a Novichok coma like King Kong and sent to go fight Godzilla. “Homelander,” he spoke through gritted teeth.

You gave a nod of confirmation.

He watched you for a moment and then scrubbed a hand at his jaw. “Why the fuck would I help you?”

You lifted your chin. “He’s always been a problem but he’s only gotten more dangerous and more unstable since you were put under.”

“Not my problem.”

You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes but trying to keep the rage boiling within you in check. “Actually, it is your problem. He wouldn’t even exist if you hadn’t given Vogelbaum a sample of your DNA to work with.”

He approached you quickly, the fury radiating off of him and the rose gold pulsing in his chest. You stood your ground. “I didn’t know that Vought would make a fucking kid with it!” He roared.

You wanted to ask just what he thought the mad doctor would do with his sperm but you kept that thought to yourself, knowing this wasn’t the time. You never broke eye contact and you watched as he panted harshly, his hands in fists again, the gas mask dangling from one. You remained quiet, waiting to see what would transpire. One wrong move here and you’d be toast, gone before you could even begin the most important mission of your life. One you were determined to see through no matter the cost.

Seeing that you weren’t going to respond or react in any way, the gold light dimmed slightly and his hands slowly relaxed. “I didn’t ask for them to betray me and hand me over to the Reds where I was tortured every goddamn day for years . I didn’t ask for them to whip up some wannabe replacement behind my back. I didn’t ask to be forgotten,” he hissed.

You were a little surprised when you noticed the hurt and betrayal shadowing his gaze, but it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared. You watched as he turned to glance behind him, presumably to glare back at the room he’d been held in. But you knew he was also attempting to mask the tiny piece of vulnerability that had unexpectedly come through. You’d seen the videos of the torture he’d endured back in Russia, read his file back to back, sat through his crappy films, and you’d been fully briefed by Grace, Butcher, and the rest of the team who had exclusive dealings with him the first time he’d returned to the States six months ago. You’d also delved deep into Payback’s history and studied up on each and every one of its members. You knew about his PTSD, how he tended to self-medicate with booze, drugs, and women though he was in denial about having the disorder. You also knew that while some of his toxic beliefs and archaic attitudes were still in place, he was not entirely the same person he’d been before he was strapped to a table and Russian scientists proceeded to check off a list of several hundred different ways to try to kill him. The cocky swagger that had come so naturally to him before that was no longer the real deal. If anything, he overcompensated to try to make people believe he was the same Supe he’d been and just as dangerous as ever, with the added bonus of a nuclear threat sitting inside his chest.

“Maybe not,” you agreed quietly. He turned back towards you. “I can make it worth your while.”

A sly smile began to form on his face as his gaze roved over you. “Appreciate the offer, sweetheart, but you’re not my type. I like ‘em a little older. Although, I will say the swords and the blood, you walking in there like some goddamn avenging angel…kinda hot.”

You fought not to roll your eyes. “That’s not what I was talking about.”

“Well then, unless you’ve got some fucktastic pussy waiting for me to wreck it along with some Bennies and grade A reefer, we’ve got nothing to talk about.” He lifted the mask up in a gesture of thanks and turned to slip down the hallway past you.

Watching him step barefoot in the blood, you waited until he had made it a few feet before saying, “Your freedom.”

He froze at that, turning his head slightly to the side, listening.

You walked up to him, only stopping a foot or so away. “You help me with Homelander, and you get your freedom. No more Vought, no more government, no more pulling of your strings. You’ll be free.”

He slowly turned to face you, his expression hardened though you didn’t miss the tiny glimmer of hope carefully hidden away in his gaze. “Bullshit. You don’t have that kind of pull no matter how you found me and got me out.”

“You’re right, I don’t. Grace Mallory does.”

“Who the fuck is Grace Mallory?”

You took a step closer, noting how this time he didn’t tense in preparation. In his mind, he had already dismissed you as someone he needed to worry about. While that was a good development for your plan, it irked you a little. You may not be Homelander, but you were certainly no weakling. And with this guy, guaranteed he automatically dismissed you as a threat because he saw you as weaker than him, and also because you were a woman. “Someone who does have that kind of pull.” You took yet another step towards him, confirming your theory when he only glared down at you. “You should know, you’ve met her before.”

At his knitted brow, you supplied, “Nicaragua, 1984.”

You watched as he searched through his memories, realization dawning on his features when he found the right one, his brows arching in slight surprise. “Captain Lesbo?”

You gave him a scowl that would have made a lesser man curl up in a ball. Grace and Hughie had warned you about his outdated and toxic takes on the world around him.

That sly smile was back on his face. “She was gorgeous back then. I bet she’s aged like a real fine wine by now.” His tongue ran along his bottom lip and you felt queasy at his obvious lustful thoughts of the older woman. Right. Butcher and Hughie had given you a heads up on that , too.

Before he could get too lost in that fantasy, you made sure to interrupt with “She’s got the pull. So, are you in?”

He eyed you sharply, thinking over the offer. You also knew that he was thinking over how to secure the freedom you had dangled in front of him without having to deal with you or Grace. The sound of approaching security had you both snapping your gazes towards the noise. This was a group you couldn’t dispatch as easily as you had the first considering they were the real deal. Well, you could but you wouldn’t. You snuck a glance at his chest, seeing the gold beginning to shimmer underneath his skin once more. You had to get him out of here before the guards showed up.

He glanced back at you. “What do you get out of this?”

“I told you. Homelander dead.”

“No,” he ground out, taking a step towards you, his eyes burning into you and the light in his chest shining a golden halo on your face from his close proximity. This time, you were the one tensing, preparing to defend yourself. “What do you get ?”

“My freedom as well,” you informed him, never breaking eye contact or stepping away. You were telling him the truth. Once the strongest Supe on the planet was no more, you would be free, in a way. He didn’t need to know how, though.

His eyes roved over you and he let out a disgusted huff. “You’re a Supe.”

You didn’t respond; you didn’t need to. “So, do we have a deal?” You both could hear the men getting closer. “Tick tock,” you reminded him.

The anger never faded from his expression but the light in his chest began to grow a little brighter. “How about I blow this place to hell instead and you come with me? I could do with a little entertainment after being locked away in this shithole.” He let his gaze roam over you appreciatively and you could see just what kind of entertainment he had in mind.

You squared your jaw, not at all in the mood for his womanizing machismo bullshit. “If you blow this place up, the deal is off the table. Mallory won’t stand for it and considering my freedom is on the line, neither will I. I don’t need a bunch of CIA crawling up my ass while I go after Soldier Boy Junior. As for entertainment , now’s a good time for you to get reacquainted with your right hand because there’s no way you’re getting any of that from me,” you snarled. “So either take the deal or I leave you to be hunted down by every single agency and military across the globe once word gets out that you’re still alive. And it will get out.”

You both continued glaring at one another but he didn’t say a word. The men were getting closer.

“Best of luck with that,” you snapped, and turned to slip past him, intent on leaving him behind. Your anger wasn’t feigned; you were pissed. You knew he would be stubborn, mistrustful even, given what he’d been through, but this was just beyond irritating. You didn’t have time to stop and hammer out details; you were now on the run for Christ’s sake.

You headed in the opposite direction of the guards, pulling one of your swords, readying yourself for the sprint to the exit you’d planned for. Grace must be pissing her pants right about now; she’d given you both plenty of time to get out of the building. And if she was pissing her pants, you knew Butcher and his team were crapping theirs. Soldier Boy was awake and now it was up to Grace and the CIA to put him back under, your plan a complete failure. It wasn’t your fault that the Supe was indeed the most idiotic one as Grace had stated him to be. You’d given it your best shot.

You surged forward, planning to keep casualties as low as possible should you come across anyone. A hand gripped your shoulder, hard, and turned you to face one very pissed off Soldier Boy. You got ready to start the battle of your life, knowing you were most likely going to lose, but you stopped when you noticed his chest was no longer glowing.

“You got a way out of here?”

You arched a brow up at him. “You’re taking the deal?”

He snorted and released you, his eyes flicking back towards the opposite end of the hallway you were in before returning to you. “You get us out of here, get me some food and the shit I ask for, and we’ll talk.”

“No deal, no dice.”

You went to move past him when he stopped you again, his hand gripping your upper arm. You could feel the superior strength behind it; if he wanted to, he could snap your arm like a twig, exerting very little pressure. But thankfully, he seemed more focused on getting you to listen to him rather than harming you. “You want me to help you kill Homelander?” At your nod, he let out an angry breath. “Done. I would have hunted down that sniveling pussy on my own, anyway. But after you give me what I just asked for. And then I get my freedom,” he dictated.

“We both do,” you tacked on, still shocked that you had managed to get him to agree.

His eyes roamed over your face and then he gave you a nod, letting you go. “So which way to the fucking exit?”

Just then, the guards broke through the door and spilled out into the hallway, spotting you and shouting at one another to take you both down. Soldier Boy turned a ferocious glare on them and began to step around you to take them on when you grabbed his bicep. The action prompted him to glance down at your hand, his gaze then lifting to yours. “This way,” you urged, and began to run. Thankfully, he fell in step right behind you. Bullets were suddenly being fired in your direction and you had to practically fly out of there. Those bullets might ricochet off Soldier Boy but they wouldn’t bounce so easily off of you.

As you were passing a small vehicle that you’d seen security guards traversing in on your last visit, he picked it up and launched it at the guards pursuing you. You heard the sickening sounds of machinery crunching flesh and you could only hope no one had died or had life threatening injuries. Instead, all you could manage to do now was to distract the Supe and get him out of there.

“Through here,” you called back to him. Relief pooled in your chest when you glanced back to find his attention on you. He hurried over towards you and you punched in the code Grace had given you to memorize. The door opened and you ducked as you pushed past it, hearing the sounds of more bullets flying your way. Soldier Boy was right behind you and you hit the button to close the door. Once it was shut you used your strength to punch the control panel and destroy it so the guards couldn’t follow.

You turned to find Soldier Boy’s brows arched at you in surprise before a leering smirk appeared on his face. “Well, that answers that.”

You let out a quiet scoff and slipped your sword back into the empty sheath on your back. “Like I said, that’s not happening.”

“A shame,” he practically purred at you, amusement clear as day in his eyes alongside a fire you hadn’t seen there before. It became quickly apparent just what that fire was. The image of you both tangled up in one another, the blood still on your skin, and him slamming into you up against the walls of the hallway you were now in made the queasiness from earlier reappear. It got even worse when the image transformed into one of you emerging into the room he’d been held in and him taking you right on the gurney he’d been laid out on, neither of you caring who showed up, who watched, or who ended up dying when he was finished. The queasiness had become full blown nausea at this point, and you forced it back down. You had a job to do after all.

You ignored his eyes roaming over your body and lifted your chin. “Time to go.”

You marched past him and continued on the route you and Grace had planned. Thankfully, he followed and the images began to peter out the closer you got to the outside. You were beyond grateful for that; you could only see his face contorted in pleasure as he rutted into you so many times before you would actually throw up. Not for the first time since you’d been turned, you cursed this gift you had been given.

“I take it Captain Lesbo gave you the code back there?” He asked.

“Who do you think told me where to find you?” You countered.

You led the way through another tunnel until you came to a heavy door that supposedly led to the parking lot outside. You yanked out both swords, pulled your hood up, and flicked your gaze over to the Supe. “Ready?”

You watched as his hands clenched into fists once more. “Lead the way.”

You tested the door. It swung open and suddenly both of you were engulfed in the bright light of the sun. You scanned the parking lot when you noticed the office supplies van parked about three hundred feet away, right where Grace said it would be. “It’s a short run but we’ve got to make it fast. She’ll only be able to get us a blind spot from the cameras for a few minutes. We’re headed for that van over there.” You gestured in the vehicle’s direction. “So when I say go, we run like hell.”

The man gave you a curt nod and held a hand over his eyes, looking over the lot as well.

You waited, tensed and prepared for a fight, hoping it wouldn’t be a long one. Grace should have eyes on you by now and Team B should be ready to engage you the moment you both stepped out further. You really wished you had an earpiece for this part but due to Soldier Boy’s extra sharp hearing, it had been decided across the board that it was too much to risk. You would just have to keep trusting in the timing of the plan you had come up with. You could hear the rumbling of a motor coming closer, picking up speed and gaining momentum. You held up a hand near the Supe and began to manually count down from 5.

A box truck was about to pass by as you got to 2, signaling to you that Phase 3 was a go, when suddenly everything went to hell. Soldier Boy stepped out in front of the vehicle, unflinching as it made impact with his body. To your absolute amazement, you silently watched as his feet stayed stationary and the truck began to wrap itself around the Supe, the object needing to go somewhere, and split right down the middle. You could hear the loud screeching of the metal and the terrified yell of the driver before it was abruptly cut off. Your brain barely had time to process what you were seeing when Soldier Boy picked up one half of the sliced truck and launched it in the air as if it were a football. It was aimed at a location where you knew reinforcements were waiting to rush out and engage you from. You heard the tell-tale screams and ensuing splat. Mallory was going to be pissed .

The Supe then turned a glower back onto you. “No need to run now.” You could see that though he had been attracted to you a few minutes ago, had mostly agreed to your deal, and you had broken him out, he still didn’t trust you completely. You could understand that, respect it even. But you couldn’t have him going off script like this if your plan was to succeed. And the plan could not fail. Something you would make clear to him once you were both far away from here.

Truthfully, you should have anticipated something like this. Soldier Boy was volatile, unpredictable at best, but once you had gotten him to switch off the nuke in his chest, you had naively thought you could get him out with a low body count. That certainly wasn’t the case now. You were grateful that you were already mid-op because you knew if you weren’t, Mallory would have immediately shut you down. No way in hell was that happening.

That last thought spurred you into action. You nodded and sheathed both of your swords, heading towards the van. A strong hand on your shoulder stopped you.

“Choose something else,” he ordered.

You shot him an irritated glare. “That’s the vehicle they have set up for us. Which means there’s keys, gas — the works.”

“It also means they can track us.” You were slightly surprised but you kept it off of your features. “Butcher and his cumguzzler thought I wasn’t listening to their bitchfests when they were tracking down my old team for me.” His eyes snapped to yours. “I was.”

Of course he had been. You could see now that this was something everyone had missed when dealing with him in the past, his most recent foray into the modern world included. Butcher and his team had been so focused on the danger the Supe presented and his lethality, that they hadn’t realized just how closely he had been listening and watching. Several examples of this behavior flickered through his mind quickly and you saw every single one which had always turned things to his advantage while turning badly (sometimes deadly) for others. Butcher and Hughie had easily dismissed him as a fossil who didn’t know what a smartphone was. Even Mallory had said he was the most idiotic of all the Supes to ever exist. And he had let them. He let them think he was the Soldier Boy they had seen on their TV screens once upon a time, in old newspaper clippings, and what had been jotted down in his file over the years he had been active with Vought: the public persona and the demanding celebrity personality behind all of that. But this Soldier Boy…this one was far more clever, calculating, and you knew then that this was where the real danger resided. A quick flash of a woman you recognized as Crimson Countess bound to a chair in a double wide followed by an explosion and another image of her charred corpse afterwards confirmed your suspicions.

Right now, any other person having realized what you just did, they might have turned back. Or they would get him to the next location and bow out, let Butcher and Mallory handle it from there on out. But you weren’t that person and you were fully in this. You had started this and you were committed to see it all the way through. And see it through you would , come hell or high water or murderous Supes. There was no other option; there never had been from the moment you woke up with a foreign chemical running through your veins, enhanced abilities, and fine-tuned senses. What you just discovered about the Supe currently glaring you down could only help the plan in the long run while also ensuring you were even more careful than you already planned to be.

You turned to face him fully and stared into his eyes. “Understood.” You wanted him to know that you knew, even if he didn’t know how yet, and that despite that , you were still sticking to the plan which included him.

He studied you for a moment and you could see that while he was still unsure about you, he was deciding to trust you…for now. He released your shoulder and slightly relaxed his stance.

“Any ideas?” Since he had changed this part of the plan, you figured he could offer up an alternative.

“Don’t care as long as it runs.” He glanced towards the lot filled with other heavy duty vehicles.

“Agreed. But we still need to move. We don’t have long before the cameras turn back on.” You immediately made your way towards a dark blue SUV sitting parked near a curb. You had a feeling this may have belonged to some of the agents he had just killed, but it only meant three things to you: keys, gas, and a working car that could handle the speed and damage you would need to get out of here. You tried the back door, finding it unlocked, and you immediately knew you had been right. No one was coming to reclaim this vehicle, not for a while anyway.

You quickly removed the scabbard from your back and slipped it into the backseat before jumping behind the wheel. Soldier Boy hopped in next to you, watching you as you turned the engine over. You didn’t bother mentioning that once Mallory and Butcher figured out you were in this vehicle, they could track it as well; that would only be counterproductive to the plan and make him more suspicious of you.

You pulled away from the curb and sped out of the lot. When you got near the security booth, a platoon of armed guards tried to flag you down. This was one of the reasons why the office supplies van had been selected. You could have removed your gear and passed yourself off as a delivery driver; Mallory had already greenlit that part of the plan. This…well, you would need to improvise.

You glanced over at Soldier Boy who was scowling in their direction. “Hang on,” you warned. Not that he needed to; he’d already proven that nothing could damage or even dent that super strong body of his. You, on the other hand, had to duck down as you pressed the gas pedal to the floor, gunning it. Bullets began flying towards your car but you didn’t let up, not even when you presumably hit a couple of the guards in your bid to escape. You felt Soldier Boy’s hand roughly push you down further in your seat and his other hand land next to yours on the wheel. A few more sickening thuds, pings from bullets, and wet crunches when the car jumped up slightly as your wheels mowed over those who hadn’t moved, and then you were scot free.

“We’re clear,” Soldier Boy gruffed out next to you, releasing you and moving back into his seat.

You lifted up and glanced in your sideview mirror, seeing the destruction you had just caused getting further and further away. You tried to feel remorse about it, you really did, but that emotion — any emotion — was the gateway to weakness and you couldn’t afford that. Especially not now.

“You injured?”

You weren’t but you automatically glanced down at yourself to double check. “Nope. You?”

You looked up at him and as expected, his bare muscular chest was smooth, free of any injuries. His arms and face contained barely a shadow of a bruise, never mind an actual wound. He noticed your perusal of him and his lips twisted into a cocky smirk. An image of him railing you in the backseat had you turning back to the road, trying to mask your disgust.

“I’m good, doll,” he assured you. “Real good. Fucking horny as shit, though. It’s been a while. Think you can find us a place to pull over and let me fuck you quick?”

This was going to be a long ride. “Seems to me your right hand is free.”

Instead of being annoyed at your answer, he only smirked wider. “Is that your way of telling me you’d like me to start us off by jerking it while you look for a place?”

“No,” You met his gaze head on. “That’s my way of telling you not to let your wrist cramp up on this mission because you’re going to be jerking it quite a bit.”

He seemed completely unbothered by your words. “You want to see my dick?”

You scoffed in disgust and focused back on the road.

“I’m fully hard right now and let me tell you, it is a fucking sight to behold. Extra strength wasn’t the only thing the V gave me.” His teeth dug into his bottom lip as he continued trying to convince you. “Women love my dick. There isn’t a woman I’ve fucked that has ever walked right again.”

“Wow,” you quipped. “Quite the selling point.”

He ignored your snarkiness. “You see it for yourself, dollface, and I guarantee you’ll be changing your mind. All I’ve gotta do is pull it out, right here, right now, and you’ll be begging for me to slip it inside you.”

You had noticed the bugle in his sweats out of the corner of your eye before you turned away just before; you knew he was telling you the truth. He was horny, hard, and literally about to whip it out. Not unless you shut him down hard . You may not be able to keep him from pleasuring himself right there next to you, but at least he would know there was no way in hell you were going anywhere near his supposedly legendary manhood. You wished you could tell that he was lying but you could only see images of women worshiping him and his body as he thought back over his vast amount of conquests. When you saw his hand reaching into his sweats from your peripherals, you decided the time to make your firm boundaries on this subject known was now.

“I’m never having sex with you so don’t even bother. I’m here to do a job and that job isn’t you, as much as you might like it to be. When we get to the motel, if you want to find an old lady willing to help you with your problem , fine by me. But this ,” you gestured between the two of you. “Is never happening.”

He snickered next to you. “You say that now but I’m telling you, doll, one peek at my dick might change your mind. Or when you hear how fucking good I’m giving it to some other gal.” He turned another filthy smile on you. “But just know that when I’m wrecking that pussy, I’ll be thinking of you and how good I know you’d feel squeezing around me.”

The images of you in the throes of pleasure returned and you tensed, your jaw tightening, but you forced yourself to think only of the plan. “What every girl hopes to hear,” you muttered. You glanced in the rearview mirror and very far back, you noticed Butcher’s vehicle following you. You weren’t surprised; Mallory had never really turned the cameras off and it’s not like you hadn’t left a big blinking neon sign back there to get her attention on where you had exited the compound.

Soldier Boy’s hand rubbed over the bulge in his pants a few times before he chuckled under his breath and went to look out his window. “So, you know who I am, you know my name… I don’t know yours. Why don’t you tell me?”

You clenched your fingers on the wheel and held your breath, focusing your vision on the rearview.

A moment later, Soldier Boy turned to look at you, smirking. You subtly let out your breath and relaxed your grip on the wheel, placing your eyes back on the road. “I bet it’s a real pretty one. Come on, tell me.”

You could hear him dialing up the flirtation, switching from being direct to now trying to charm you. “Name’s Persephone.”

“Persephone? That is pretty but it sounds like a Supe name.”

You briefly glanced over at him. “It is.”

He seemed to think it over, nodding after a moment in approval. “What’s your real name?”

“Nope.” You shook your head.

“You’re not going to tell me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

You met his eyes once more. “Because you haven’t earned that yet.” You waited another moment before finally breaking away from his intense gaze.

You could see as he took you in, how his eyes roamed over you hungrily, and you knew the moment he decided to accept the challenge he was determined that you presented. Another chuckle escaped him and he looked out his window again. “Alright, doll. We’ll play it your way, for now. Besides, it’s really my name that matters in this situation here.”

Your brows began to furrow and you did your best to get a read on him. What was he talking about? “How so?”

You watched as he turned to look at you and you could feel the rush of desire that immediately ran through him as images of you screaming, begging, and moaning “Ben! Oh my god, Ben! Ben, don’t ever stop fucking me, please! Fuck, Ben! Fucking give it to me! Oh fuck, right there!” floated to the forefront of his mind. You knew what his words would be before he even said them. “Because you’ll be screaming it before long.”

The nausea from earlier was back but you tamped it down and waited until he turned away from you again. Your eyes flickered to the rearview mirror and relief consumed you when you noticed Butcher’s vehicle was no longer anywhere to be seen. Not only had you successfully distracted the Supe but the moment Soldier Boy became interested in the topic of you, Phase 4 of the overall plan began. Now you only had to get him to the motel, get him rested and recharged, and then your work could truly begin. Leading you all down the path to the only thing that mattered: the eradication of Vought, and the end of Homelander once and for all.

A/N: Chapter 2 coming soon...

#soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy #soldier boy fanfiction #the boys fanfiction #jensen ackles character

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im-notbean · 9 months ago

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hey hey pooks (i mean random cool writer guy) I was wondering if you could maybe write a high school (U.A.) prom date, hawks x m!reader? Where y/n is late to prom and hawks/keigo is freaking out. It would be y/n’s first relationship. With like a ton of fluff the juiciest fluff ever ykyk. obviously its up to you but i hope you have fun if you do write this 😫🙏

Heyy (sorry this was short it did it at like 9 in the morning)

Keigo x Male!Reader

☆Prom edition ☆

Keigo paced around close to the front entrance, his lovely boyfriend (Y/N) was…late. Something unusual for (Y/N) and it made Keigo’s anxiety spike. He wondered if he did something wrong in the past couple days to make (Y/N) hesitate to come. His teacher said no quirks were to be used on other students but Keigo quickly ignored that and flew up. He managed to get himself curled up a bit into a ball.

It could have been nerves, dred, anxiety, or maybe Keigo fucked up yesterday. If he really did anything then this entire thing would be a bust, he made sure he was affectionate but also gave (Y/N) space when he wanted it. Keigo was starting to spiral deeper and deeper into an anxiety attack. Until he noticed something, during the beginning of his and (Y/N)’s relationship he gave his boyfriend a feather of his. So that no matter what they could be with each other, even if they were in the same room. (Y/N)’s must have taken it off at some point to get ready and now he just put it back on, it calmed his nerves but it didn't answer his questions.

Keigo looked up by the entrance and saw something, his boyfriend to be exactly. And unlike most of the males here, he was wearing a goddamned red dress. Keigo landed shortly after and his nerves were back ten fold, his heart was racing rapidly and his wings twitched with excitement. When (Y/N) walked up Keigo could see that the dress took a while to put on. It had lace and a black corset which unlike most of the girls here who went a little too far with their outfits, (Y/N)’s worked with him.

“...You're hot.”

Keigo blurted out, a blush creeped onto (Y/N)’s face, a small laugh escaping his lips, his plush pink lips.

“Why thank you handsome.”

Keigo blushed hard, (Y/N) giving him compliments was probably the biggest ego boost he could ever get, even if they did come often or not. (Y/N) stood in front of Keigo and kissed the bird's cheek, Keigo laughed and hugged his boyfriend who started reprimanding him but hugged back nonetheless.

“Keigo-”

“Nope. Not letting go.”

“I guess I can just go home-”

“No!”

Keigo was acting like a small child, which you found adorable. You kissed the top of your boyfriend's head and swayed slightly to the must. Keigo perked up and noticed the gold jewelry, maybe earrings or a necklace but he couldn't help but stare at you in awe and love. If his pupils could change at all they would be hearts.

“I love you.”

It was the first time Keigo would ever utter those words and it wouldn't be the last. To anyone, or to you. He loved you. And well…

“...I love you too.”

You also loved him back ten fold. You loved him as long as your heart beat. You loved him to the moon and back. You loved him. And only him.

And he would say the same thing to you, if you had ever said “I love you” first. During that prom you two snuck off to the bathroom and just talked, after all what's a prom without a couple of make out sessions or just kissing in general. Nothing freaky happened but nobody would know that.

After prom ended you and Keigo ran back to your dorm room, talking and chatting the entire time. When you two got there you went onto the balcony and looked at the stars.

“Hey baby?”

“Yeah?”

“What will you do after UA… will you stay in Japan or go home?”

“...I don't know. I think… I think I’d want to stay here with you.”

“Why?”

“Because… I love you.”

Keigo turned to you, his face flushed along with yours. The two of you quickly kissed, it wasn't desperate or full of teeth. It was just soft and passionate, all your love combining into one simple act of love. When the two of you broke apart there was a strand of saliva connecting the two of you. You both laughed, Keigo rested his head on your chest and you both looked to the sky. Making new constellations that made no sense but two the two of you.

#im-notbean #x male reader #hawks x y/n #hawks x male reader #hawks x reader #hawks mha

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videogamelover99 · 8 months ago

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Update for the Human Bill AU

HIYA FOLLOWERS!

It’s me, uh, Vee! Wait, like the LETTER? Seriously?! Talk about originality.

ANYWAY! Word around the block is that BEST SELLING AUTHOR BILL CIPHER (pretty cool guy btw makes great deals) released a book into the PUBLIC COLLECTIVE that was SO GOOD it melted all of your brains into the primordial forms they were in when you were 10 years younger! Which is great news, cause it means more of you are down to contribute to the cause. What cause? Summoning Bill Cipher back into the mortal realm of course! I KNOW after his last SHOWSTOPPING lore drop you’re just dying to meet this guy, I get it! And you can! All you gotta do is pledge your allegiance to me, B- I mean, Vee! Who is not in any way, shape, or form possessed by a demon right now! They’re fine! I’m fine! Everything’s fi-

Ahem. Sorry. Bill took over my brain for the 30th time this week. It’s Vee. Hi.

Seriously though, actual Bill Cipher might not be hijacking my brain right now, but his character might as well be. I’m back to 2016, spinning him around like a rotisserie chicken. He is my little guy. He did nothing wrong, I promise.

Honestly, I didn’t know if A Different Form a Different Time was ever gonna come back. It started as a collaboration with @doodledrawsthings on Tumblr, and after they moved on to do other stuff I did the same. And yet, this au changed the trajectory of my life. After all the support and enthusiasm from you guys, I realized how much writing and storytelling meant to me. I’m now a Narrative Game Designer, writing scripts and stories on a professional level, which I would not have gotten do to had I not had the experience of writing for this AU.

For years, I kept getting DMs telling me someone was leaving kudos and comments on fics I wrote when I was a teenager, and that always just…blew me away. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for showing me how much my writing meant to you because I would not have gotten this far without that message being reiterated over and over again.

And then the Book of Bill happened, and suddenly this dead au Mak and I crafted got 20k+ words of new material. Oops. Haha.

So are you finally continuing this fic?

Yes and no. I’m rebooting it. After improving as a writer I’m hoping to bring something new to the table while following what’s already established in the series. Waking Days is gonna be rewritten, with new plotlines, new adventures, better, more coherent plot. I’ll still keep the old fic up so people can read it if they want, but I’ll re-order it to be at the end of the series for a more clear continuation.

Will you finally give us a finished product?

The genuine answer is I don’t know! I don’t have a good track record for finishing fics, which is not exactly a vice, since I’m not getting paid for any of it. It’s just for fun. All I can promise is that I’ll give you new adventures in this universe, and maybe, together, we’ll get to the end. I was always of the opinion that people don’t owe writers and artists kudos or likes or comments, because once you put something out there, it’s not up to you how it’s consumed. I’m writing this for fun, and to improve my skills. But I will say that kudos and comments help a TON with people’s motivation. Seeing someone be enthusiastic about your work just does it sometimes, ok? And if you want this fic to be continued, if you like what’s happening, then let your voice be heard.

Is Mak (aka doodledrawsthings) involved again?

Nope! They gave me their blessing to continue this AU, and it’s gonna branch out a lot from the original vision. I’d be down to work with them again, but as far as I know, they have their own stuff going on (they’re a professional storyboard artist now and have been for a while!) Please don’t harass them about this. If they want to work on GF stuff again, they will choose to do that on their own.

Upload Schedule

If anyone noticed, I did a little poll recently (if you missed it, follow me guys!) and most people preferred shorter updates once a week. That’s what we’re gonna try. So, keep an eye out for a new fic in this series next Friday. I’ll add another chapter to this one even so people can keep track. I’ll be posting on my AO3 as well as on Tumblr, and tagging it as “A Different Form a Different Time”.

Sneak Peek?? Please?

Sure. Here’s some stuff I wrote:

Deep in the redwood forests of central Oregon lay a small little town called Gravity Falls. With a population of a few thousand, low on tourism, and high on mosquito bites, the town was hard to find on any of the maps, and some might have claimed that the town hadn’t even existed.

Fewer still knew of the oddities that made the town their home, passerbys had nothing to say outside of an “eerie feeling” and a glimpse of tiny men in pointed caps in the corner of their vision.

But the town was real, and the oddities were more real still.

In the outskirts of that town, down a dilapidated forest path, in a clearing sat The Mystery Shack, an old scientist’s lab turned tourist attraction. It was in this house, on a stiff, plushy couch, framed by the light of a seemingly empty water tank, that Bill Cipher, the monster with one eye, harbinger of chaos and trillion-year-old mind demon awoke, in a body that was not his and whose irritating human instincts he deeply resented.

“Gah!”

“Screee!”

"Ow!"

Instincts like rapid breathing, sweatiness, and overall shakiness usually meant one of these dozen organs wasn’t working properly. Unfortunately, after waking up for the dozenth time in this manner, Bill had to admit that the organs weren’t the problem.

Not that he could remember what the problem was. Whatever dream or nightmare had caused this current inconvenient bout of terror, whatever remnants of it were blank, fuzzy static on a rotting television screen.

It was more annoying than anything.

Bill started his nightly routine of picking himself off the floor. The blanket he had was tangled around his legs, which were somehow still on the sofa. After a moment or two of clumsily getting the appendages to move, Bill managed to heave himself upright.

Bill rubbed his eyes, he had two now. So weird.

"Oik!"

Mabel's pig sat on the rug next to his head, staring blankly.

"What're you looking at, huh?"

"Oik!"

"None of your business."

"Oik oik!"

"No, what do I look like, a snack machine?"

"O-oik!"

"Ha! So's your mother!"

Waddles chose that moment to get up and trot away, done with the conversation. Well, good, Bill was done with him, too.

He stole a glance at the water tank. Still empty. Figures old Frilly wouldn't be there when Bill had a bone to pick with him. Maybe he should put some mercury in the water. As a surprise.

What was the point of stuffing him in this body, anyway? Did the ol’ salamander really think it would do anything? Was it to scare him? To torture him? To tell him how awful and evil he was and all those other meaningless statements that Bill had found hilarious in his time?

Crimes against the second dimension? It was a crime that the place had existed the way it did. A rotten, broken building called for a demolition. He’d just had the detonator.

Why would you do this?

Ugh, not again.

I-I wish I was dead! I wish I wouldn’t have to see what a monster you’ve-

Bill pulled himself up onto the couch and raised the blanket over his head. As if that could block out the incessant voice that only showed up at the worst of times.

He would not sleep again.

#gravity falls #flat dreams #human bill au #fanfiction #a different form a different time #bill cipher #ao3 #vee's writing #bet you thought you'd seen the last of me (bill voice)

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lunarriviera · 4 months ago

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the year in fic: 2024

So every January, @programmedradly and I go through the @ficwip list of year in review questions and pick 5 we want to answer, and 5 for the other person. This saves us having to answer all of them, and saves you having to read it! You’re welcome! Plus it’s more fun.

This year she picked these for me:

8. What fic meant the most to you to write? 9. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on? 16. What’s your favorite title of the year? 23. If you had to choose one, what was the most satisfying writing moment of your year? 30. What would you like to write next year?

And I picked these for myself:

5. What ships captured your heart? 11. What fic was the most difficult to write? 19. Share your favorite piece of dialogue. 20. Share your funniest line. 21. What’s something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

Without further ado! Endless palaver behind the cut!

5. What ships captured your heart?

Oh my god [swoons a little bit]. Since I read Mo Du I’ve been absolutely shattered about Luo Wenzhou/Fei Du and I’m starting to think that’s never going to change. The grumpy one and the sunshine one? Red oni/blue oni? The lion and the raven? Oh please, spare me. Try “the one with the unwavering moral compass who will throw himself unhesitatingly into the line of fire for you, even though you’re a lying liar who lies and you’re constantly yanking his chain but you have his whole heart anyway,” paired with “the one for whom it’s still sort of up in the air whether he's a sociopath or just traumatized to the point of insanity, but he's also clearly a genius and has been crafting this plan his entire life so I guess his new cop boyfriend will help him carry it out, oh and by the way guess what he's now falling in love with the cop's innate compassion and goodness, haha you didn’t see that coming did you Fei Du, SURPRISE.”

Honestly I’ve never read anything else like it.

In raw word count I wrote the most for Du Cheng/Shen Yi (something that also feels like it will never change, because they’re so similar to Zhoudu). But I got truly blindsided by Ruan Nanzhu/Lin Qiushi, who took me out at the knees—I’d never read infinite flow before and I had no idea Nanzhu would break my heart (thanks in large part to Xia Zhiguang and his stupid eyes). Finally, at the end of the year Zheng Bei/Gu Yiran burst through the door and said, hey we’re also deeply fucked up and perfect for each other, will you write a bunch of fics for us, and after I was done crying I said, sure I guess. Why the fuck not.

Basically it’s been a solid twelve months of clutching my chest and whispering weakly, they’re in love, so, you know. Like that. (Having said this, Guardian is forever. I got wobbly about pingxie all over again when Tibetan Sea Flower aired—plus all I have to do is see a gifset of Ji Chen and Ji Xiaobing to be racked with heihua feelings. Do these things ever go away? I keep thinking of lines by Adrienne Rich: "We who were loved will never / unlive that crippling fever.")

8. What fic meant the most to you to write?

This will surprise exactly no one, but “asylum.” It’s been five years since I wrote anything much longer than 20-30k, and that experience (100k, a very made-up crossover) had been so fraught and left me so mind-wiped that I was scared to try again. And yet. I couldn’t stop thinking how 1) UTS still has no English fic longer than about 30k, 2) Chinese procedurals won't admit corruption exists even though it’s rampant, and 3) UTS repeatedly teases us with Shen Yi’s Dark Past but refuses to divulge anything more than the tiniest glimpses. Anyway it wouldn’t leave me alone so now it’s posting, sorry everyone for putting the entire cast plus all of us through the fucking wringer. The good news is there’s a ton of fluff and crack and smut and gen for this pairing (an alarming amount of which @elenothar and I have written), so you can always find solace there after I’m done heartlessly torturing the detectives of Beijiang.

9. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

There were two: “what are you doing to me now” (the Du Cheng amnesia fic, which was supposed to be purely cracky and wound up being unexpectedly kind of poignant) and “middle of the night (and you’re not here” (aka “Gu Yiran has a problem.”)—I think they made me happy because they were both so relatively easy? They came together early on in my head as visual scenes unfolding, and once I can picture a scene it’s mercifully straightforward just to write it out.

11. What fic was the most difficult to write?

Obviously “asylum,” simply because it has so many moving parts; but unexpectedly, also my fic for Yuletide, “which could mean nothing.” It was supposed to be a couple thousand words, ballooned into 12k, I panicked and nearly gave up on it and was saved at the last moment by @programmedradly and @sangcurcumasvp, who persuaded me to finish. I fervently wish I would write in sections, episodically; leave more to the reader’s imagination, summarize more. And yet I seem doomed to writing in-scene. I don’t know why. It’s exhausting.

16. What’s your favorite title of the year?

Honestly they were mostly so dumb—“undercover” and “the vacation” both stand out to me as exceptionally stupid. I guess I don’t mind “the branch, my mouth, your sword,” with its echoes from both hanahaki and Beijing opera; and “to hope your son becomes a dragon” isn’t bad either, coming as it does from an idiom, 望子成龙.

19. Share your favorite piece of dialogue.

I admit I love a lot of the dialogue in “what are you doing to me now” just because I'd finally cracked the elliptical yet blunt way that Du Cheng and Shen Yi speak to each other. It’s terse because neither of them is given to saying much, yet it’s also iceberg-like, with unspoken volumes submerged beneath each utterance, and it’s taken me a while to get that rhythm. This comes after Du Cheng has recovered his memory, in that handwavy way people do in fic:

They have some arguments. The arguments aren’t about anything recent, but Du Cheng having just remembered certain events all over again, he feels freshly aggrieved about them. “You just stood there, and you let him stab you.” “He stabbed the painting.” “It was a good painting! And you were on the other side of it.” “You and Jiang Feng were right behind me.” “But what if we hadn’t been?” “Then I wouldn’t have just stood there.” “Goddammit,” says Du Cheng, because he’s lost this one too. “Don’t, okay? Next time?” Shen Yi compresses his very pretty mouth into an unyielding line, and doesn’t promise anything, because he’s still a pain in Du Cheng’s ass.

20. Share your funniest line.

People seemed to like vastly different bits this year, e.g. @omaenanimonoda was amused by people “dancing like sweaty pickles in a jar.” But a few readers commented on this text exchange between Du Cheng and He Rongyue, initiated by a nervous Du Cheng about to go on a first date with Shen Yi. This is from “still have to change,” in which Shen Yi keeps interrupting all of Du Cheng’s blind dates—when, that is, they're not interrupted by major crimes.

何溶月: what’s up 杜城: nothing 杜城: i meet shen yi in an hour 杜城: at that place you suggested 何溶月: du cheng, it’s fine. it’ll be fine 杜城: what if he hates it 何溶月: he likes you, not a restaurant 杜城: how do you know 何溶月: he literally interrupted an autopsy 何溶月: to ask me why you keep going on dates 何溶月: with people who aren't him 杜城: what did you say 何溶月: i told him it was because you were an idiot

21. What’s something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

I’m a terrible pantser so that always happens, characters are always rearing up and opening their mouths and saying the most outrageous shit, and then I have to scramble to accommodate them. This happened again and again in “asylum” but it also came out of the woodwork in “held you close and breathed your name,” one of the year’s two DMBJ fics. Bai Ma really did just keep up and saying/doing stuff and then I would have to figure out how to jam that into her and Xiaoge’s story somehow. Again, I wish I were different, and would plot everything out beforehand, but I seem compelled to subject myself to characters just popping their heads up like prairie dogs and announcing their goddamn preferences.

23. If you had to choose one, what was the most satisfying writing moment of your year?

I really loved writing “when you hold me (it holds me together)” for Fei Du’s birthday. I was honestly starting to wonder if I’d ever be able to write for that pairing, because needless to say Priest is a pretty fucking tough act to follow. And then it happened, and now I’m working on a new story for them, too. It’s such a knee-weakening feeling of relief when you’re able to do something terrifying that you wanted so desperately, but really doubted you could ever pull off.

30. What would you like to write next year?

I already have a list and here it is. I realize I am thus tempting the gods and now probably none of this will get written but instead I’ll write two dozen random fics for some miserable machine-translated drama no one has ever seen. Because that’s how these things work.

• little uts2 fic about [redacted] i’m writing with [person] • finish posting uts longfic (edit chs 6-21 without unaliving) • “gu yiran gets roofied” (sorry to this man) • wang yang rpf ft. some twink crying, not sure whomst yet • post-canon ptsd zhoudu ft. messed-up [redacted] roleplay • turn someone into a cat (shen yi again probably?) • lose omegaverse virginity (kod? rnz already gave lqs a claiming bite) • beach episode part 2? (nanqiu get drunk in tahiti bar, hijinks ensue) • Very Secret Project I Will Not Be Discussing Ever So Don’t Ask • something serious about uts s2 but I don’t know what yet (though I do now have two I hope shorter fics outlined, working titles “fang kaiyi gets out of prison” and “du cheng solves a tricky case”)

Thanks for reading, darlings; your ongoing presence—baffling, astounding, salvific—honestly keeps me from walking into the sea. Happy 2025, and I hope you enjoy everything you write.

#year in writing #2024 #writing is hard #fanfiction is life #may your words flow freely #hypergraphia #don't perceive me too closely

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apprenticestanheight · 2 years ago

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heyy, i’m here requesting being loyal to my word lol, i have this little idea where adam is stalking/taking pics reader for a job and actually gets like obsessed ?? with them and tries to awkwardly make a move lmao, and obviously this happens before the bathroom events, idk if this idea sucks i just miss my pookie💔

Aldis- A.S x gn! reader

I love this idea so much and writing it was so fun!! Thank you so much for sending it in, writing for Adam is definitely a blast lol

Fic type- this is fluffy!!

Warnings- shitty bosses are implied, and the prices that are mentioned are inaccurate (I looked up aldi grocery prices and then adjusted for inflation by like, a dollar or two lol), stalk-ish behavior is mentioned (adam talks about trailing you going to and from work), cigarettes and smoking are mentioned a few times and Adam might be a little ooc

It started off as a job. Adam found himself hired by your employer to see what it was, exactly, that you did on the way to work and from it. Adam didn't want to know why your boss had wanted to know that of you and the money was good enough to not question it, so he went along with the words of your boss because the money, in the end, helped him pay rent on the shitty apartment he called home.

It started, apparently, because you'd come late to work a couple of mornings in a row with a variety of different excuses--the rain on a day of downpour, your car had broken down, your car was in the shop, your alarms weren't working--but Adam didn't bother to question that, either. He got his camera, he trailed you, he developed the photos and took them to your boss in exchange for cash that could be either devoted to making the rent or buying cigarettes.

Eventually, what was originally just a job became something a bit more for him. He caught himself genuinely caring about you, trailing you not because your boss asked but to make sure you got home without issue.

Care became infatuation, and infatuation got Adam Stanheight where he was--standing inside an Aldi Supermarket at six in the evening on a crisp day in late summer-early fall, having pretended to bump into you in the candle section, of all places, while he shopped Aldi for the deals that he could get on groceries as he needed them anyway.

"Shit!" Adam cursed, catching the candle you held before it could hit the ground on the basis of nothing but luck. "I am so sorry--I barely know my way around this area. I don't typically come down here, but the shop near my apartment is closed for renovations and I needed to grab groceries." Not entirely a lie--you lived in a different spot in New Jersey than he had, but only twenty minutes in a car, and the shop near his apartment where he could've grabbed groceries was closed, so it was Aldis and their bargain deals on any and everything both out of necessity and his minds desire to make a move.

"Oh, no worries!" You laughed. "Seriously--I don't know my way around here either, I typically shop somewhere else, but stuff has happened at work so I gotta do what I gotta do."

Adam had stopped taking photos of you only two days before, having been let go from the job after 'complications' according to your boss.

Adam was trying to flirt, but the flirting part of getting someone to give you their number was not quite his strong suit.

"So," you said. "There must've been another shop in your area. What brings you here?"

"You know that it's impossible to pass on ground beef at 99 cents a pound," Adam said, laughing. "Or a dozen eggs for $1.35, or milk for the low low price of $1.86--it's a rough economy and I am doing my best."

You laughed, and Adams heart gave a funny little flip. "$200 gets you a fuck ton more here than it does anywhere else. I've got candle money, which is nice to have again."

"Are things at work all right?" Adam asked, a feeble attempt at flirting that probably came off a bit too invasive. "Shit--there I go. Asking the way too personal questions. You don't have to answer that, we barely know each other and I don't mean to be invasive."

"My boss has cut my hours in half, is all," you said, shrugging. "I'll be looking for a new job next week, do you know anybody?"

"Nobody reputable," Adam said. "Not that I work with people who aren't, but--"

"What do you do, and what's your name? I'd like to put a name to a handsome face."

"My name is Adam Stanheight," he said. "I take photos."

"Subject matter?"

"PI stuff," Adam said. "I am a glorified snitch, basically, but the money is good."

"Well, glorified snitch," you said. "My name is Y/N and I work in marketing. You ever wanna make a career switch, give me a call."

You passed him your number, and Adam found himself in awe just a bit. He'd fumbled his way through flirting with you like it was the act of trying to share a cigarette and he was a first-time smoker, and you'd flirted like it was nothing.

"What if I don't want to make a career switch?"

"Call me anyway," you said. "We can shop at Aldis together and I can tell you all about the woes of my life in the frozen fruit aisle."

You walked away thereafter, and Adam was left to stand, his cart to his left, in awe.

#adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight x reader #adam stanheight x reader #saw #saw franchise #saw 2004

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cozfics · 2 years ago

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Hi!! I saw you write for linked universe and also that your requests are open—could you do a Legend x reader enemies to lovers?? :00 thanks in advance xoxo

-✨anon

Word count:2.86k

Tw:blood, violence, swearing, blades

Notes:if it seems like two different people wrote this its because i took a month between the start and end

You let out a heavy groan as you saw the familiar red tunic. Great, of course, he was coming to bother you. That made perfect sense with the kind of day you had been having. You had burned your breakfast, ripped your favorite set of pajamas, and arrived late to work, soaked because you had lost your umbrella and it was raining cats and dogs outside. So why wouldn’t that prick arrive at your doorstep today? The perfect way to top off your day. Listen you get that he was the hero and tons of people in the village swooned because ‘ who wouldn’t want a man that could protect you.’ or whatever, but they didn’t have the pleasure of interacting with the hero. He was rude, short, snippy, and sarcastic. The one time he had saved you instead of making sure you were okay after a monster attack he had shoved your goods in your arms, calling you an idiot for being out at night. As if he hadn’t also been out at night, the same age as you. Those who wanted to date him and knew him had to be after him for his title you had decided.

“Oh no, we aren’t doing this shit today. Get out.” The words left your mouth the second your inn’s door opened, leaving the boy who had opened the door, who was very notably not Legend, frozen for a moment. He had straight hair and a multi-colored tunic. He was kinda small too, did you just yell at a child. Damn, you felt bad now. “Sorry... Thought you were someone else.” You mumbled quickly, embarrassed.

A one-eyed man walked in, armed to the teeth and his armor catching the light. Dear god if that was the child’s father you were screwed. Thankfully he didn't mention your outburst, just looked around.

“Do you have enough room for nine guests?” He asked after a moment. That’s a lot of guests but… You had ten rooms, four were currently occupied. That’s six rooms, two beds each. Plenty of space.

“Yeah, we got enough for nine guests. Two beds in each room that would be five rooms. How long are you staying?” You asked, writing the information down in your log.

“Just for the night.” The one-eyed intimidating man answered. While you had been talking with him other people who looked vaguely similar to him (And to the single most annoying creature in the world.) had pooled into your lobby. Though you only counted seven people. It was then that you heard it. That annoying, sarcastic, no one can ever get close to me so I must push everyone away and insult them bastard. He’s being dragged in by a man in a blue scarf, complaining the whole way.

“Listen, I’m just saying I’m sure we can make it to the next town before setting up camp.” The twig of a man insisted.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. It’s already sunset and we’d like to sleep in a bed since an inn is right here. Now are you gonna get your head out of your ass or am I going to have to fix that for you”

The cause of all your woes, (Or, at least you’re going to blame him because it’s nice to have something to blame, and his attitude makes it SO easy-), opened his mouth, as if he was about to reply, but you cut him off

“Ah, If the hero is with you, one hundred fifty rupees for the night per room. If it’s coming out of his wallet.” You leaned on the counter, deciding you would go the overly civil route this time since blowing up had almost blown up in your face. “Link, always a pleasure.”

“Bullshit, We both know you charge one hundred per room” Link narrowed his eyes.“Unless it’s you, my dearly hated customer.” You wouldn’t admit that you dearly enjoyed bickering with him. It was always fun, bringing up your mood.“So what, I don’t get a discount for saving your life… Or saving Hyrule?”

“Oh, you do. But it’s quickly wiped out and then some by the ‘just being an asshole’ tax.” you hummed. “But it'll actually be five hundred rupees for the nine of you to stay the night. Will you be staying for breakfast?”

“With your shitty cooking? I’d like to leave here alive, thank you very much.” Link huffed, narrowing his eyes at you. You scribbled that down.

“Alright, I’ll show you to your rooms.” You hummed. You put your hands on the desk and pushed yourself up. This would be good money at least. 500 rupees is 500 rupees. And it’s not like you really had to deal with Legend. He’d be in his room the whole time.

As soon as the boys had been settled into their rooms you decided to head out for a walk. It was a nice warm night, the moon and stars lit the way through the woods. In your arms, you held some leftover food that you planned to feed to some of the wild animals you had befriended over the past few years running the inn. It even kept them from attacking random travelers and they protected you when monsters struck. Now you didn’t need Link’s help. You never wanted to have to rely on that prick's presence again. You can save your own damn self. You had saved up, bought a sword, and taught yourself pretty well you had decided. After all, it had served its purpose.

You set down the food for the animals and drew your sword. It was simple and effective. A one-handed sword. No engravings or fancy handles. You had set up a few homemade training dummies. It helped some travelers and it allowed you to practice your skills. A great addition to your inn. You swung your sword a few times at the dummies before you heard a voice call out from behind you.

“Your form is all wrong, you could be knocked over by a gust of wind”Ah, yes. Just what you wanted to hear today.

“I could still kick you out.” You swung again, not bothering to spare Link a glance. “And I’ve been able to hold myself fine. Thank you very much.”

“Able to hold yourself well till now. Why won’t you take valid criticism that might save your life.” Legend huffed. “Fuck, this is why I hate whenever I have to stay here. You can’t take any fucking criticism. Your stubborn and hard-headed!”

“Oh, and here I thought it was because you were just a prickly bitch who loses years off their life just from having to interact with the public.” You rolled your eyes. “Suck my dick Link.”

“Listen I’m trying to help you genuinely.” Link said after a moment. You assume he was probably trying not to blow up at you. He sounded sincere…

“Okay, Okay. Show me how I should be standing then.” You decided you would let him help you.

Link walked closer to the dummy, quickly taking your place. He began to walk you through it. Explaining how low your body should be, how far apart your legs should be, how to swing your sword and follow through.Now it was your turn. All of this felt off, your feet felt wrong.

“It feels odd.” You complained.

“That’s because you’ve been practicing wrong.” Link responded. You swung at the dummy, and well. It definitely left more of an impact than you had been making before.

“Alright fine, fine you were right”

“Oh, Words I never tire of hearing” He smirked. And there he is again. The annoying ass cocky attitude.

“Alright, I’ll be heading in for the night. Don’t get yourself killed.” He waved goodbye as he walked away.

Okay. Maybe the hero of Legends wasn’t a complete self-centered asshole, doesn’t mean that you had to swoon over him though. He was just a person. An annoying person.The next morning as the boys were filtering out you overheard the conversation of some of your other guests,

Apparently, there were two groups of ‘black-blooded’ monsters. Each about a half day’s travel away in opposite directions. You hoped that they would stay away, you didn’t feel like putting the sword practice into action any time soon.Later that night half of Link’s group came in, beaten and bloodied. But Link was nowhere to be seen.

You began to send them to their rooms, but you couldn’t help but ask where Link was. It took them a moment to think, you’d probably blame exhaustion for that.

“We split up, our group agreed to meet here… They should be here shortly.” Weird face marking guy supplied.

Thankfully it only took an hour before the second group came back. They seemed to be in better shape than the first group. Though the one with a shaggy head of brown hair was unconscious. You lead them to their rooms. Now that everyone was inside you went to follow through with your nightly ritual And partway through Link joined you again.This kept happening frequently for three months.

You had caught several odd conversations between Legend’s group. Apparently, They had been calling Link Legend. You had overheard them talking about a black Lizalfros, how the fact black-blooded monsters kept popping up near the hotel must mean he was near, and about how it was odd they had been around so long.You didn’t really know what to make of it, and it really wasn’t your place, so you ignored it.

You went out to practice your sword skills with Legend. It was his idea. He said it would prepare you better than some idle dummies.

“Ready to go down hero?” you teased, doing a fancy twirl with your sword.

“If only I had 5 rupees for every time I heard that. I’d be rich.”

“And Ravio would manage to drain you of all of it” You grinned. “Come on.”

You didn’t even make it to him. There was an ambush. Damn, you for making the training area so far away. You just didn’t want to disturb the sleeping guests! Monsters surrounded you two. Most of them looked unfamiliar. Legend looked like he wanted to tell you to run, but being totally honest, you couldn’t run even if you had wanted to. There were too many. You had to fight. Thank god for the sword training.

You got into a fighting stance quickly moving to launch yourself towards the monster, thankfully it was slow and clumsy. Your sword struck its flesh as a river of black flooded down. You pulled your sword free and landed with a roll, dodging another monsters club. The injured monster stumbled back, letting out a roar. You shot up, trying to take out the injured monster's leg. Just hoping to drop their numbers by one. You dragged the blade along their calf, jumping away quickly again, just barely keeping their claws from closing around you. Woah your body felt shaky and your brain was in overdrive. And if you were honest, you loved it.You shot up to slice at the monster's face. And this is when it went downhill.

You didn’t dodge the club this time. Pain exploded in your ribs and for a moment you could only see stars. However, you didn’t have the luxury of being able to lie on the ground to recollect yourself. You had to get up right then. And you did, you pulled yourself up. Unfortunately, you had been flung back and thanks to a cliff you were pinned. You didn’t have a lot of room to back up. It seems like while you had been fighting Legend had gotten himself into a similar situation.

One swing from a club and you were both tumbling down a cliff. You felt the air strain against your body as you fell. The absolute weightlessness of everything. Then a pair of arms around you as the ground got closer and you began to tumble along the jagged cliffside. Legend had held you to take the brunt of the fall. You tried to ignore the sickening crack that sounded at the initial contact with the rocks. You tumbled for moments, but to you, it felt like forever.

When you stopped rolling it was pretty dark. When you had rolled along the cliffside it would seem you two had managed to fall and land inside a cave.

A weight lifted as Legend pulled himself off of you and let out a string of curses. You turned to look to see what warranted calling the goddess the term for a female dog. Though you understood quickly after a quick glance. Legend’s leg had been the cause of the cracking sound. It would seem that you were both stuck here until you were found then. The cliff was far too steep for you to climb and the adventurer in this cave had a broken leg.

“We’ll be found in the morning” Legend sounded so sure of it. You could only nod in response.

“I… I’m going to try to find something to make a fire.” You decided after a moment. Yeah. You could use a fire. Legend’s leg needed to be cleaned, And honestly. It was as cold as Farore’s tits here. Legend just nodded along.

You managed to find sticks at least. And a stream of water. But it went back underground and you weren’t sure where or how long until it came back above ground. It wasn’t worth risking your life yet. You brought the sticks back and lit the fire. Legend had brought out a pot that he just had because of course he did. Fucking hoarder. You plopped down beside him while you waited for the water to boil.

“Sword training paid off at least.” You broke the silence.

“Yeah. It did. Good, wasn't that your goal?”

“Well… No, my goal was to make it to where you never needed to save me. And you still helped me during the fall so…”

“Oh.”

“But it’s different now. You weren’t an ass about it so it’s fine” You waved your hand a little.

“I… see.” He said, laying on his back and staring at the roof of the cave for a moment.

“Do you wanna hear a story?” He asked after it had gone silent again. Preferring that to silence I nodded.And with my confirmation, Legend just started talking. About anything from adventures to blacksmithing tips to how to play instruments. Keeping the silence at bay.

“And he just decided to stay at your house?”

“Yep. I was at a loss for words at how bold he was.” Legend sat up. “Who the hell just waltzes into someone's house during a time of crisis and asks to stay there-” he shook his head. “Fuck. I just want to relax.”

“I never realized it was that stressful being the hero. The stories that get back to us always paint you as some sort of stoic hero.”

“Well fuck that. I’m not stoic. I still feel. I feel tired and in pain. Most of the time I’m hungry. And I’ll deny it if you ever tell anyone this but fuck, sometimes I’m even scared. And since I’m the hero, The one who’s been on more adventures than you can coin on one hand I’m apparently supposed to just be over it? What kind of bullshit is that? Seriously you tell anyone I’ll fucking stab you”

“Well yeah I mean it makes sense about how you act now. You just never wanted to drag anyone into this huh?”

“Well yeah I mean We hung around your inn too long and now look at us.”

“I mean. I’m not complaining. I kinda like it here. The cave has good company.” You smiled over at Legend, folding your hands over your stomach and laying beside him. “Company that speculation has it would be very good boyfriend material.”

“No. No instant rejection. Try to ask me in a better way and we’ll talk. Come on, that was shitty even for you.”

“Okay, okay I get the point.” You laughed. “Link. Over the last few months, I realize my feelings for you have changed. We’ve gotten closer. And I genuinely enjoy your company over most people. Would you do me the honor of being my boyfriend.” You asked.

Legend hummed.

“Come on! I just put my heart out for the world to see you prick!” You playfully swatted his arm.Legend smiled.

“Yeah yeah. Yes. I think I’d like that.”

“Yknow I was genuinely pissed when I saw you coming to my inn with your friends?” You admitted. “And goddesses I felt so bad when I yelled at the little boy in your group when he walked in. I thought he was you.”

“Wait… Wind wasn’t the first one to walk in. That was..” Legend began to cackle. A genuine smile, goddess you wouldn’t get over seeing that. “I’m never letting him hear the end of this. That was Four. He’s an adult”

“That was a man?!” You yelled.

#linked universe x reader #legend x reader #lu legend x reader #✨ anon #linked universe fanfic #I tried hope you enjoy!

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radiowallet · 2 years ago

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Eyes Open - Chapter 5

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Amy Oliver (ofc) Summary: Marcus takes a shot in the dark. WC: 2.1K Warnings: 18+ MDNI Canon-typical violence, talk of police work, slow burn, yearning, idiots friends to lovers, financial stressors, second chance romance, workplace romance (sort of), older love interest, single parents, DID I MENTION THE YEARNING?

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It is the most unproductive morning Marcus has had since perhaps the days leading up to Missy’s birth. It’s a similar feeling, that low thrum of anxiety as he waited for the inevitable call that would change his life forever. Granted, this is on a much much smaller scale but the fact remains. How could he possibly focus on anything while he waits for his phone to ring?

He’s a ball of nerves, pacing to and fro across his office floor, the pattern practically worn into the hardwood beneath his feet. With each pass by his desk, he sips from his fourth cup of coffee, lukewarm at best, the caffeine doing little for his nerves or his fatigue.

He and Miracle Guy had watched through narrowed eyes and muffled breaths until, finally, their suspicions were confirmed. Miracle had made one final play to convince Marcus to let him fly down there and take care of the situation himself, but he held firm, sticking to his guns and calling in the tip to the station.

“We need these men to give up the guy in charge. The threat of them speaking up could be enough to lure their boss out of wherever it is they’re hiding.”

In the end, Miracle Guy agreed, but not before he took a few shots at the failure of police work and overcrowded prison systems. Marcus was usually the first to wield that particular battle cry, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t use a broken system to his advantage every now and again. They stuck around just long enough to watch Chief Baldwin shove each suspect into the back of a squad car before finally parting ways with a slap on the back and a tired smile passed between the two heroes.

Marcus had gone home just long enough to catch a few hours of stolen sleep in a bed that after so many years alone was just now starting to feel too big. When his alarm went off he groaned loud and long before dragging himself into a scalding hot shower, letting the steady beat of the water pressure pound into his lower back. Hot coffee and a silent drive to the office did little to quiet his anxieties, and he knew he’d be on edge until he heard from Amy.

And it was only partly to do with local police work.

He’s considering his fifth cup of coffee when his phone rings, the sound sharp where it buzzes across his desk. He doesn’t bother crossing the room, instead calling the tiny piece of aluminum to him with the raise of his hand, relief like butterflies fluttering alongside the beat of his heart when he sees AMY flashing across the screen. He answers with shaky hands, his voice catching at the base of his throat, a smile carving out a home on his lips.

“Hey, Ames.”

“Hey! I’m so sorry I didn’t call until now. It’s been a zoo over here. Some big arrests were made late last night.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” he hums, noting the pitch to her voice is genuinely higher, but between her lines he can read the truth.

“Yeah. Apparently, a tip was called in about a moving van in a suspicious part of town late last night.”

In the background, Marcus can hear the distinct flurry of a busy precinct. The shout of officers, the ringing of telephones, someone calling Amy’s name again and again. He swallows around the lump in his throat as the guilt starts to creep up the back of his neck.

“Shit. Are you…are you too busy to talk?”

“Well, there’s a ton of evidence to categorize so that’s been keeping me busy. Plus two of the three arrests have priors big enough that they’re being moved upstate. The other made bail.”

Marcus doesn’t say a word, but fear creeps in to join his guilt.

“Yeah, it’s all pretty boring stuff. I’m so busy with all this paperwork. I probably won’t be done processing the three of them until around 12. If…if you still wanted to talk, that is?”

“Yes! Yes, of course,” he answers quickly, refusing to be bothered by how desperate it sounds to his own ears. “…But before that?” Marcus asks, testing out the waters of what she’s trying to convey.

“Just a lot of paperwork and rubber stamping shit while those guys sit in empty interrogation rooms. Derek isn’t even here to help. Off getting ready for a press conference.”

“Well, what if I brought you some coffee? Real coffee,” he offers, his smile hopeful despite the charade.

He swears when she answers back he can hear the same shade of hope.

“I’d like that.”

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Amy was only half exaggerating for Marcus’s benefit. The arrests made in the middle of the night had consumed her day, most of which was spent chasing down arrest records and recording each piece of evidence. That’s where she was supposed to be now, sifting through the heavy boxes dumped unceremoniously in the evidence locker.

Part of her was looking forward to the distraction from the nervous flutter in her heart.

That same part that was anxiously watching the door for the familiar sight of broad shoulders and an easy smile.

Marcus’s texts from the night prior had become a matter of contention. She read them through once, twice, then a third time, the butterflies rising and sinking with each pass. Finally, when it was apparent nothing new could be gleaned from the two simple messages, she gave up, turning off the last of the lights and falling into the twin bed tucked into the corner alcove of her living room.

It was the ring of her cell phone and not her alarm that woke her the next day, Derek’s voice tired but thrumming, a disarming energy he only seemed to have when something big was going down. When she walked into the precinct an hour earlier than usual, a report was thrust into her hands and she spotted one detail almost immediately. A tip that snowballed the three arrests called in late last night.

Right around when Marcus had texted her about giving him a call.

The pieces were starting to click into place after that, the text messages that had her heart flipping took on a new context. She barely had time to laugh at herself before she dove headfirst into her work, the stack of papers on her desk rivaled only by the number of times her name was called. By 9 she was nearly cross-eyed, going in for her third cup of coffee, the taste all together too bitter but still delicious. She took a moment to drink it, willing her heartbeat to slow to something manageable before picking up her phone and cradling it between her ear and shoulder, dialing Marcus’s number with practiced ease.

He had been anxious on the phone, his voice nearly an octave higher, and Amy swore she could hear the smile in his voice when he suggested bringing her coffee. It’s not an offer Marcus makes regularly, the two of them always content to drink from the pot that sits just behind her desk, no matter the number of faces he pulls after every sip. Still, she hates how she wonders if his offer, in all its kind sincerity, was still part of their lie.

There isn’t much time to dwell on any of it. She spots the broad shape of Marcus Moreno’s shoulders pushing through double doors at the front of the building and breaking her train of thought. Amy curses again, this time out loud, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of him, her defenses falling by the wayside when she sees his smile.

They lock eyes briefly and she smiles, ducking her head to scribble across a post-it note. The message is vague at best, but she’s confident Marcus will understand, and with one more smile sent in his direction she turns away.

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There are exactly three coffee shops between Heroics headquarters and the 98th precinct. Two chains that serve fine if not overpriced coffee, the menu always reflecting some sort of fad– cold foam, olive oil espresso, pistachio sugar. Things Marcus had no desire to try let alone figure out how to order.

The third option was small, tucked between a used bookstore and a pawn shop. No sign on the door except for the little plastic one reading OPEN, the rest of the window filled with art; large paintings in bright vibrant colors, smaller self-portraits done in shades of gray, pieces of metal and glass fused together and catching in the sunlight. He had found it by accident one day, stepping inside the doorway to take a phone call and catching the scent of freshly baked pastries.

He had immediately brought Amy a cup, and the two of them had quickly decided the coffee (and the muffin he had brought for them to split) were perfect. It never grew past that, the two of them falling back to Amy’s truly horrendous brew the very next time Marcus stopped by. And even through his grimace, he somehow found himself preferring it.

But he remembered clearly how her eyes had slipped shut, a soft hum, almost like a purr, parting her lips and a deep sort of contentment filling out her features. It would be impossible to forget.

He has that exact order in his hands now, and after catching Amy’s eye, he makes his way to her empty desk, keeping note of the direction she’s moving in, out of the corner of his eye. Waiting for him amongst her clutter is a Post-it note, a number scribbled in the bottom left corner in black pen.

And just below that, easily mistaken for a forgotten doodle – a small heart.

Heat blooms in his cheeks, matching the affection pooling in his heart. He exchanges the coffee cups and paper bag for the Post-It, tucking it into his pocket before turning and following in the direction Amy had headed. She’s waiting for him down on the third floor, the low-lit basement enough to conceal the smiles they trade.

“Hey,” she breathes, and Marcus is quick to match it, his own greeting falling out of him in a hush. He doesn’t hesitate, stepping into her space, close enough to smell her perfume, clean and sweet and mixing perfectly with the notes of coffee on her breath.

She tilts her chin, just enough to look him in the eye, searching for the answer to a question she hasn’t asked. Her bottom lip catches between her teeth, and before he can stop himself, he’s reaching up as if to smooth her bite away. He’s hopeless, wondering what it would feel like to let the pad of his thumb drag slowly across the plush pink of her lip. They stay that way for a beat longer, a far more awkward version of their almost kiss, before finally they’re both laughing, bodies falling forward to muffle the sound.

It feels like enough for them to find their footing, the ground of their friendship solid again beneath their feet. She feels familiar and settled, a comfort in his arms that reminds Marcus that whatever this couldn’t possibly be a mistake. Not as long as Amy kept laughing just like this.

“Okay,” she starts, her cheeks red and her smile wide, fingers finding the bend of his elbow. “I’ve been dragging my feet on processing these guys. Derek’s already had his go at them and he should be out until this afternoon.”

“How much time can you buy me?”

“The two that are going upstate won’t be moved until 4 at the earliest, but there’s no telling with the one who made bail. Someone claiming to be his girlfriend has been blowing up our phone lines.”

“You think she’s lying about who she is?”

“I don’t think he’s the one she’s worried about.”

Amy squeezes his arm again, the palm of her hand dragging down to hold his. She shakes her head, as if to push one singular thought away, worry creasing across her brow. Marcus nods and then, taking a cue from her own gentle touch, he squeezes at her hip, just once, before stepping away.

“I’ll start with him then.”

“Last room on the left. The door is locked.”

She doesn’t offer him a key. She knows he won’t need it.

“I’ll be up at my desk waiting for you to get back from the bathroom?”

“You’d think I’d remember to go before heading over here by now,” he jokes, delighting at the way she mockingly rolls her eyes. She turns away but Marcus can’t help himself, stopping her just as she’s about to press her foot into the bottom step, calling her name out into the dark.

“Hey, Amy?”

“Yeah?”

“What are your plans for tonight?”

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A/N: This story continues to just be so much fun to write. I hope all of you who are reading are having just as much fun as I am. Thank you, endlessly, for reading!

#marcus moreno #marcus moreno fic #marcus moreno x ofc #marcus moreno fanfic #we can be heroes fic #we can be heroes

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seekfelt · 2 years ago

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4* Gemini Yachiyo Tsuruhime - Bond Stories

To die together, like Castor and Pollux... Isn't that what we should've been?

The True Esssence of Fear

Location: Siegfeld Rehearsal Room

Yachiyo: (Gemini is a constellation split in two. To express that, this costume has a black-and-white asymmetrical look... The lace and decor work to tie everything together.

That's what I was going for, at least! It'd honestly look better if the top was all-white.)

But two brothers, huh... I'm still not sure whether to play Castor or Pollux at all—)

Karen: WOAH, is that one of the Star Celebrate costumes???

Yachiyo: W—... Jeez, Karen-san!?!?

Karen: Heheheh! Surprised to see little ol' me? Shiori-chan told me you were near, so I thought I'd visit.

I knocked, but nobody answered, so I took a peek!

Yachiyo: That's not~... Why'd you come to Siegfeld?

Karen: What the what? I sent you a text, right??

I was all like, "Thanks for supervising my Taurus! I'd love to talk more about the constellations, so I'll be there!!"

Yachiyo: I didn't get... a text...?

Karen: Huh. HUH.

HUUUUUUUUUUUH????

I'm sorry!! I sent it to Hikari-chan by mistake!!!!!

I got a reply like, "I'll wait. No need to inform beforehand." and I came right here.. but...

Yachiyo: So your first instinct's to always text Hikari-san?

*giggle* That's so cute...! You two must be really good friends♪

Karen: I'm sooo sorry... Now I made Hikari-chan wait too... Maybe I should write up an apology...!?

Yachiyo: Do as you like~ I'm still checking over the costumes, so it'll be a short while before we get to discuss the constellations anyway.

[Some time later]

Karen: *sigh*... There's the metric ton of "Karen, you numbskull"...

Yachiyo: Done with my work♪ So, did Hikari-san forgive you?

Karen: Yup. She said she'll forgive me if I could withstand polishing my tiptoe—... my pointe technique!

Ugh... Hikari-chan's a harsh teacher, though, so! I'll have to prepare myself!!

Yachiyo: ...Sure is nice to feel that way.

Karen: Feel that way...? In what way?

Yachiyo: It's nice to feel supported by your loved ones, I mean!♪

Karen: Ohhh! That! I know right!? Makes me feel like I'm over the moon~!

Karen (Io): "That's why I, Taurus, would like to get a return on that favor.

Tell me the story of you twins, closer than anyone else."

Yachiyo: Aha... ha... Isn't it a bit sudden...

Karen: WDYM?

Yachiyo: Thing is... I'm still a bit unsure on how to play Gemini, so...

Karen: Oh, I see... Being asked to do an etude without a script's always a surprise!

Yachiyo: Exactly. "The constellations shining in the sky will lead you, shooting star, to tomorrow..."

Karen: Mhm! A story about us giving our most precious things, then leading the shooting star onto the next constellation!!

Yachiyo: This "most precious thing" business is a bit vague to me.

Based on the star sign, sure, but then it's up to the performer to choose... You feel?

Karen: Yeah...

Oh, I got it!! If you're having so much trouble, how about we try consulting Gemini directly?

Yachiyo: ...

Karen: Sooo from what I remember, the story of Gemini is—

Yachiyo: ....Originally based on two sons of Zeus, Castor and Pollux.

They were very close, but the elder Castor was only a mere mortal. Pollux, the younger, was blessed with the power of the gods, giving him immortality.

In battle, Castor loses his life...

Karen: WHAT?!?

Yachiyo: Lotsa twists and turns in this tale~ Then, in mourning, Pollux begged to his father Zeus:

Yachiyo (Pollux): "I implore you, deal me the same death as my dear brother. We were born together, so I plead to you, for us to die together as well—"

Yachiyo: Touched, Zeus took half of Pollux's divinity and ascended the brothers to the heavens... Theeeee end♪

Karen: O-Oh...

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Yachiyo: Ahahaha! A beautiful tale, is it not♪ The love between two brothers is super—

Karen: Y... Yachiyo-chan?

Yachiyo-chan... why are you crying?

Yachiyo: Huh...?

Even if Thousands of Years Were to Pass[1]

Yachiyo: I'm... crying...?

O-Oh!! I am!! Why the hell am I crying on my own... Ahaha, sorry, this is embarrassing~

Karen: Yachiyo-chan...

Yachiyo: Um. You see... I'm not really the type to discuss things like these with others... so I end up just monologuing.

There's another precious half of "me".

She'd stand on stage beside me when nobody would... Ever since I was a kid, she guided and protected my heart.

Karen: Just like me and Hikari-chan!!!

Yachiyo: Wow~ Do we really compare to such a lovely relationship?

But, yes, close enough... She was just that important to me, like she was the stage itself.

A lot's happened, though. Now she's watching me from the audience—

Karen: The audience... So she isn't with you on stage anymore?

Yachiyo: Yeah! I've made some great friends, and I've found the place where I belong, so she conceded "that" spot in my life to them.

But that's exactly why—I'm scared.

Karen: Scared?

Yachiyo: After staying with me all these years, I wonder how she looks at me now.

From the audience, she can see me. But when I'm on stage? It's so bright, I can't even see her... That's why I'm so scared.

Karen: ...

Yachiyo: Is it really okay for me to be the one enjoying these brilliant days?

For me to be surrounded by my friends? Clashing with them?

For me to be the only one moving on with my life?

To die together, like Castor and Pollux... Isn't that what we should've been?

I just can't help but worry... How does she view me now? Is she angry, perhaps—

Karen: YOU'RE FINE!!!!!!!

Yachiyo: Huh...?

Karen: You said she's like the stage itself for you, right? That must definitely 100% mean.... You're fine!!!!!

'Cuz I know Yachiyo-chan loves the stage VERY, VERY MUCH!!!!!

Yachiyo: Y-You're being pushy...

I'm just saying she might hate me now. If my "most precious" feels that way, I...

Karen (Io): "Let's hear it, then, Gemini... From the other you."

Yachiyo: !!

Karen (Io): "Your story, your way of life... Tell me this, and the 'most precious thing' born from it."

Yachiyo: ...I—

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???? (Castor): "You wanna know how I feel about my li'l bro? I'm MAD! He's being an idiot!"

Karen (Io): "Of course, that anger..."

???? (Castor): "I knew he wanted to die with me! I know!! But I wanted him to LIVE FOR ME!!"

Karen (Io): "*chuckle*... Just as I thought!"

???? (Castor): "He better get that in his thick little head, yeah? I know he can, worrying over me so damn much."

"But y'know... It cheers me up, seeing him look at me that way."

Karen (Io): "It does?"

???? (Castor): "Whenever that kid thinks of me, our hearts begin to form a harmony.

We are a pair of stars. Do you know the name of the radiance that unites two into one?"

Karen (Io): "This radiance... Could you tell me?"

???? (Castor): "*giggle* Yes! Of course, I'll tell you. Our most precious thing to give to the Shooting Star—"

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???? & Yachiyo (Castor & Pollux): "Its name... is love."

This is related to Yachiyo and Chitose's names. Yachiyo means "eternity" while Chitose means "a thousand years". The "chi" in both names is the 千 (thousand) in the title of the bond story.

#shoujo kageki revue starlight relive #starira #24;tsuruhime #1;aijou #????:chitose #HELLO.

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ashadeintheshade · 10 months ago

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City of Angels, 8 and 9 for the fic ask!

Hey, ya'll are fantastic people for sending me asks!!! I'm SUPER lame for having reblogged this very fun ask game and then like, gone off tumblr for days. Unintentional!

Thanks so much for the ask @heyitszev!! Unashamedly, I love talking about COA, so, yay!

City of Angels, Fic Ask Game

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

This is such a good question and one I don't think I've really thought of before. The easiest answer is that Christine is me, but I don't mean in a self-insert into fic way. I mean that I worked out (unintentionally, really, unknowingly) a lot of things while she worked them out too. I had panic attacks, so she did also. I was graduating college when I started the fic, and her absolute attachment to that place was mine. I can't say that any of the other characters or plot points were particularly based off any specific real event or person, other than the fact that I once did attend a sort of competition thing for singers in New England to end up at the Met, which is how Christine gets there too.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Hoo boy, were there. HOO BOY, WERE THERE. It's so funny to even think about trying to explain the original versions to people who know it as it is now. First of all, the ORIGINAL plot line had Erik say, as Lerik does, that everyone should be dead and buried. He blew up the Campbell building, intentionally, knowing tons of people lived there, and he wasn't sorry. This got changed in like, chapter... 12?? When I realized this Christine could absolutely, positively never forgive the actual murderer of her father. So it had to become something slightly less bad lol. Just a little oops. Other original plot lines involved Madeleine actually being alive but having been driven crazy somehow by the poison she took ala Sweeney Todd, and Erik finding her in Los Angeles when he and Christine go together. Listen... this story went through a lot haha. It's been ten years since I started writing it!

A special shout-out must be given to @flora-gray for helping move COA from the original plot lines that didn't work to the ones that I feel do in the current version. We talked about this almost three years ago now! Thanks Flora!!!

#city of angels #COA #ask game for my fic!!!!!!!!!!!!!#my dream!!!#a fic writers dream!!#just talk about my fic all day!! lol #i love it #i could just ramble about this all day long bless #my fic #i love the supportive phandom and tumblr community when it comes to writing #thank you guys #thanks for asking!

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thebreakfastgenie · 2 years ago

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for WIP asks the 4th of july fic.

and ik you were already quite generous with it but would love to hear anything else about 69

Sorry it took so long to get to this one! I was really excited about it and then I was either too busy or too tired to answer it properly!

The 4th of July fic my take on a time loop. It's contained within GFA. Hawkeye relives July 4th, 1953, over and over again, trying desperately to prevent tragedy on the bus, while no one else remembers. I was actually influenced a lot by Slaughterhouse-5, even though it's not a time loop. Billy Pilgrim is unstuck in time and sometimes that means he's living his post war life and wakes up back in the bombing of Dresden. That's certainly what PTSD can feel like. So I started thinking about how I could use a time loop as a narrative device.

The time loop takes the emotional experience of reliving a traumatic event over and over again in your mind, of being trapped in that moment, and makes it a physical one. A common component of time loop stories is that the protagonist must prevent something terrible from happening, and only when the bad outcome is averted will the loop be broken. This, too, reflects an emotional experience, the constant "what could I have done differently? how could I have stopped this?" Maybe the real time loop was the trauma we had along the way.

In this case, Hawkeye is trying to save the lives of everyone on the bus. I don't want to say too much about the loop, because part of the story is going to be figuring that out as Hawkeye does. Just as the loop is about trauma, breaking the time loop is about moving forward. This fic gets very heavy and dark towards the middle, but it's not a pure angst fic, it's just what the story requires. In the end I would say it's about choosing hope.

The idea is basically what if GFA was a time loop, and we only saw one iteration of it? That means it's fairly canon-compliant. I'm also trying to incorporate a lot of details from GFA. I can't share a snippet, but I'm hoping to finish it by July 4th, 70 years after the day it's set, so if I manage it you'll see it soon!

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I am more than happy to share more about untitled 69. I'm trying to motivate myself to work on it, at least once 4th of july is done. I had a ton of momentum on it a few months ago and then I got sick and it got left in this very chaotic, mid-draft-reorganization state. This fic was supposed to just open with Trapper at the reception for the new chief of thoracic surgery, where he meets Charles, but in true me fashion, I ended up getting into Trapper's homecoming and emotional state and in the process writing about a bunch of stuff that happened earlier. One thing I'm excited about is how Trapper relates (or doesn't) to his colleagues. He has one friend who's close enough to know about Hawkeye, because I needed someone to bounce Trapper off of in dialogue, and I really love the dynamic that developed between them. I don't think this snippet is as good as the last one, but:

Trapper tugged at his collar. He was having trouble breathing, though he knew that had more to do with the fog of cigarette smoke than the snugness of his tuxedo. If Louise were here, she would scold him—it had taken her ages to get his bowtie right—but she wasn’t here, so she could keep her comments to herself. Louise hated these things almost as much as he did. Working class girls either grew up into women who loved glamor or hated it, and Louise had never seen any use for it. It was one of the things he loved best about her, and probably what drew him to the nurses in Korea, besides proximity—their short fingernails and practical attitudes.

This is Trapper being miserable at the party (more on that later!) and me fleshing out both him and Louise a little bit.

#thank you!!!#this one really did take so long because I wanted to do it right lol

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killishin · 2 months ago

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— ☆ meet me under the moonlight.

PART 02.

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

content warning: mentions of blood, death, alcohol, yuji did not eat the finger he's a normal jujutsu student, afab reader, mentions of depression, reader is a special grade sorcerer a badass heh, suggestive themes, no smut, a bit gore in this part (?), i made reader's curse technique similar to sukuna's, second chance trope, shit ton of fluff and an attempt at comedy, some angst here and there, reader's parents being shitty in flashback, abuse, use of foul language, i'll add the necessary cw as we go.

summary: reader's a special grade sorcerer. after losing your sister, you needed someone, you needed satoru. but he wasn't there. things did not end on good terms with him, your ex, before you moved overseas. reader is dead set on avoiding satoru while he just wants you back, no matter what.

a/n: uh so this is my first time writing an action scene so i kept it short. im still not sure how to write it good so well, apologies in advance if its too dull. im making gojo extra pathetic in love. taglist is open.

word count: 4.8k

dividers by @cafekitsune

masterlist. ficmasterlist. previous. next.

the whole day had passed by in a blur. fortunately yaga had a mission lined up for you and of course you took it. anything to get off the grounds of jujutsu high, you literally felt as if his six eyes were following you everywhere. paranoia or not, who knows. its satoru, he can and he will.

avoiding him was easy, you stayed out under the pretense of 'still' doing the mission even though it was long over and you were stuffing a burger down your throat. ofc yaga knew it was all bullshit, special grade sorcerers don't take much time but what can he even do? he already forced that 'babysitting' job (as you'd like to call it), this is your way of giving payback.

but luck only lasts so long. next day comes, with the hope that you'd disappear with another mission but there stood the three first years, telling you satoru was busy and that you were tasked with the supervision.

they are kids, you remind yourself. they are innocents in this. you chant as you calm yourself, smiling through the ire that you're burying down. it could have been worse, satoru could have been here. besides, these teens seem fine— look at that golden retriever smile.

it can be fun with them who knows.

"yuji and nobara right?" you inquired with a smile, glancing at megumi who simply gave you a nod.

both of them nodded and both of them looked like they had a lot of questions, of course, but nobara seemed to keep them to herself though her eyes did shine with some kind of appreciation. yuji on the other hand, couldn't keep in his curiosity.

"so why'd you and him break up?"

megumi squeezed his eyes closed, cursing under his breath while nobara smacked yuji right on his head.

your eyes widened momentarily, smile going awkward real quick. he doesn't hold back does he?

"uh— well, we just—" you racked your brain for the most polite yet vague answer you could think of. badmouthing their teacher isn't the kind of low you wanna reach yet. "it didn't work out you know."

your smile seemed so utterly frozen and rigid yet yuji couldn't quite get the hint. too innocent for this world. but before he could blurt out anymore awkward questions at you, megumi stepped in while nobara dragged yuji to a side.

"ijichi is already here to take us to the site. lets go." he said, gesturing at the car parked a bit far with ijichi waiting before he started walking away.

"and sorry about yuji. the idiot doesn't think before saying." he murmured, lowering his voice a bit you walked beside him. a huff of a laugh escaped your lips as you shrugged.

"its fine. he's a sweet kid i can see." you replied before staring at him, eyes narrowing a bit in amusement as you remembered his defeat from yesterday. somehow he knew what you were thinking and rolled his eyes, looking away with an almost frown.

"please don't behave like him." he muttered and though you should be offended, instead you gasped out feigning offense, your amusement simply escalating.

"that is such an insult. im not! i didnt even say anything." you flung back in retaliation before shaking your head. "its just nice to see you grown megumi. you fought well too yesterday."

you were fond of this boy, maybe a part of you wished to have been here to witness his growth but the past is past. how much of an asshole satoru may be to you he would never do wrong by megumi, you knew that.

"..whatever." he muttered, his voice going even more quiet as he swiftly sat in the backseat, though those reddened ears were hard to miss. still can't take compliments, somethings just never change do they?

you sat upfront while the three squeezed in the back, bickering and huffing. you felt bad but its the damn higher ups fault for providing such small fucking cars.

your eyes linger on the passing view, mind tuning out from the reality. higher ups. your clan. your shitty family. just the mere thought brought an ache in your head, your fists clench instinctively.

your own parents were responsible for the death of your little sister. she had been just ten. innocent and oblivious to the expectations, the weight of reality. you had done your best to shield her from it all, as much as you could. but you were just a teenager too, you weren't enough of a shield for her.

and just like that your mind dipped into an unsavory memory.

"ugh!!"

your back collided against the wall and so did the back of your head, a sharp pain emanating from there as you fell on the ground. a violent wheeze wrecked your body, lifting your hand as you coughed out blood on the back of your hand.

"get up!" screamed your father, and you stared at the blood for moment. you were sure your body is more battered than you feel, your left arm throbbed as if a bone might just be broken, there was a stinging pain in your cheek from the gash and you could feel something liquid dripping down the back of your head.

you lifted your head to look at your mother, sitting far under the shed of the tree, sipping tea as if the bruised and bleeding body of her daughter was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

"i am tired." you muttered, yet your voice was devoid of any emotion, blank like theirs and you hated that. you hated just distorted and unfeeling you were becoming, like them.

your father scoffed and slammed the hilt of the wooden sword on your back causing you to grunt and stumble forward. "no you're not. and you could have avoided that. come on. the spar is over when you land a blow on me."

you sighed and looked up at the sky, begging any higher power for some fucking relief. but you were alone in this you knew. no one would hear you you knew.

so you sparred, but your moves were lazy and half hearted, and you wouldn't lie its not from exhaustion but purely to spite him. and he knew that. it was clear in the sharp furrow of his brows and the frustration in his eyes.

"stop with your tantrums! fight like you mean it!"

"i am." you smirked.

"you fucking brat—"

"i wanna play tooo!" you froze before whipping around to see your sister, yumi, merely even six, ran towards you with her little feet. your mother sighed, the ghost of a frown on her face made your blood boil. she always treated yumi like an inconvenience, she wasn't old enough to be trained yet so in your mother's words— useless.

you threw your wooden sword and smiled despite the swelling on your cheek, taking a step towards her. "no yumi we aren't playing—"

"why not little yumi?" your father's cold voice cut through and your blood iced, you glanced at him to see the hint of cruel amusement dancing on his lips. a punishment he suddenly devised.

"w-what?"

even your mother sat up, her expressions stern now. "honey, she's young. do not—"

"come on yumi pick up that sword." he ordered but yumi was too busy frowning at the bruises on you, her small lips had even started quivering as she padded towards you.

"yumi!" both of you flinched, yumi's eyes turned glossy and before you knew it tears flew down but she didn't dare let out even a whimper. just six years old but her parents had instilled the fear deep in her. your fists clenched hard, so hard that your broken nails dug into your palm drawing blood. you were supposed to be her fucking shield. what the hell are you doing?!

she sniffed as she shakily picked up the sword, she couldn't even hold it up, even the sword seemed bigger than her, it was simply dragging against the ground.

"now block. you've seen your sister do it." your father said as he gripped his sword tight, throwing sharp looks at you as if to say, this is what you get for being a brat.

but how could such a small thing even understand him, she can't even properly hold the sword.

and he raised his sword high, preparing to strike.

do something. fucking do something!

SMACK!

you bit your lips hard as his sword hit your back, your eyes squeezed shut while your arms wrapped around yumi like vice. you tasted metal on your tongue but ignored it, your palm shakily patting yumi's head while her sobs tore through the eerie silence.

you could barely hear your father's snear over your sister's wail, her face hiding in your chest.

"you reap what you sow."

"—hello? hey—" you felt a hand shaking your shoulder, jolting you slightly as you blinked and turned back to see all of them looking at you weird.

"you think she okay?"

"she was staring weird."

"yeah i thought she might just blast the car—"

"im right here you two." you deadpanned, rolling your eyes at yuji and nobara before exiting the car.

with a sigh you squinted your eyes a bit, pushing at your glasses as you looked around at the abandoned hospital. you scouted the area, sensing for any hidden special grade that might be lurking deep but for now there's none.

you quickly put on the veil before tipping your head forward, "go on."

it was the usual smaller curses and some grade 2 here and there. they were good, more so as a team. you observed them with a smile, keeping a tight grip on your mind as it tried to escape to run down the memory lane and ruin your mood.

"shouldn't you help a bit? so we can learn?" megumi grumbled as he wiped the blood off the small fresh cut on his jaw, giving you the stink eye. you huffed out a chuckle and simply leaned against the wall, "i'd take them out before you could even blink. Where's the learning in that?"

yuji groaned and nobara pretended to fall on him, making your brows raise in amusement. "enough with the theatrics—"

and then you paused. of course there's a special grade here. you sigh as you push off the wall turning around while the walls quaked. it felt as if the hospital would be in ruins in mere seconds but you knew its all an illusion. you waved at them to get back, who had thankfully stopped being dramatic.

and as your gaze turned back front— there it was, suddenly in your face. its face was filled with eyes, some blood red while some white, it was exactly at eye level with you. it felt as if it adjusted itself to your height, its eyes stretched and pulled as if giddy and mocking. but you didn't flinch, you expected it.

and in a blink of an eye, with just a flick of your finger it went flying back, with gashes and cuts deep enough to decapitate it into a million pieces. the pieces blew so hard it gained momentum enough to plough through the walls. but you followed its head, and well whatever was attached to it. your body moved at breakneck speed, causing the three of them to blink in shock before running to where you went.

you slammed your hand on its head and behold the flames that engulf it, warm and red so beautiful an almost feral smile adorned your lips. the curse let out an ugly, bloodcurling scream before it turned to nothing.

"well thats done." you sighed as you huffed and straightened up, dusting off your pants, "yaga better have a damn explanation for this." you grumbled before turning around, your hands instinctively touching your glasses to see if they really are perched on your nose.

"that....was so badass." said nobara with practical heart eyes, jumping towards you with an awed expression. almost too awed.

"oh—uh-"

"dude that was so sick!" yuji exclaimed with a grin, and though they were tired it was if your little performance pumped them up. "you're like a splittin' image of gojo— it would be so cool to see you together. so damn badass!"

"oh wow—" your brows had raised while your eyes widened, your lips puckered to an 'o'. nobody complimented you that hard, and these kids were looking at you like you were their favorite superhero or some shit. your cheeks reddened a bit as you sidestepped them, patting their head with an awkward chuckle.

"appreciate that. now that's enough buttering up—"

"no seriously—" megumi said from behind, a small yet sincere smile on his face. "you were great."

now that did it. you didn't know when was the last time someone appreciated you so genuinely, and coming from them, so innocent and free of malice. and maybe in that moment you decided that these three are your favourite in the world. yeah okay it took flattery but whatever.

"shit you guys are gonna make me bawl now." you grinned as you ruffled megumi's hair and his smile immediately vanished as he moved his head away with a frown.

"since you guys did such a good job, let me treat you." you announced and those two immediately erupted in giggles, making your heart soften.

"but we're supposed to report back—"

you waved your hand dismissively, patting megumi's back. "didn't gojo teach you loosen up a little? im sure that's all he must have tried to teach you."

he lets out a grimace as all you started walking, the other two already deciding where to eat. "didn't he tell you to call him by his name?" though he said it dryly, that sass wasn't hidden well enough. of course, if anything he learns his sass.

your eyes narrowed accusingly at him, "didn't know he taught you to eavesdrop."

"i wasn't. you guys weren't exactly quiet. everyone heard you." he muttered as he shoved his hands in the pocket when you finally stepped out that wreckage of a hospital, ijichi standing at a distance with the car ready.

"what? no we— thats impossible you guys were definitely eavesdro—" your lips pulled into a thin line as you stifled an annoyed sigh. absolutely fantastic.

"stop acting like him." you chided and he scoffed. "you first."

the absolute menace he is, you're starting to realise he's more like satoru than he lets on. and it fills your heart with annoyance but also...pleased. fucking hell.

"speak of the devil." nobara muttered in exaggerated exasperation causing your eyes to look forward, and where it was just ijichi and his car— now there he stands in all his glory like he owns the damn world. he was leaning against the car, his arms folded while his head was tilted slightly, a saccharine smile on his face.

"what the hell are you doing here?" you grumbled out as your steps came to a stop, but the kids didn't. they were too tired to care and simply made a beeline to the car.

you found yourself internally sighing in relief that his eyes were covered, because you might not know what to do if you were under the weight of his gaze at this moment.

"do people greet so rudely where you lived?" he scoffed as he pushed off the car and slowly stalked towards you, again leisurely. "im starting to think you forgot your manners overseas. you used to be sweet."

you brushed your hair back, rolling your eyes as you looked away momentarily. " again, what are you doing here?"

"what? those are my students. of course im gonna be here." he feigned innocence and oh you have never wanted to smack someone so bad.

"i was told you were busy, satoru."

"im fast, love, you know that." he drawled with an easy smirk, again leaning forward, those soft white strands swaying in the wind making your fingers twitch. "i cant stay away from my students for long." he wasn't talking about the kids and you both knew it.

you stepped back, clearing your throat as you gave him an unamused stare. "well im taking them out to eat. so you came here for nothing."

but his smirk only grew before he turned around and walked back to the car. "sweet. come on I'll drive."

huh?

for a minute you were dumbfounded, standing with your brows furrowing and unfurrowing before you hurried after him. "did you not hear me? i am taking them out—"

"yeah and im driving."

"who invited you?!"

he tilted his head back, throwing a devilish smirk back at you. "me."

"— she was absolutely wicked!"

"i think i prefer her more than gojo."

"can you both shut it—"

"but wouldn't it be better to have both of them? you'd see badass everyday."

you tried to drown out their incessant chirping. it had been sweet before but now, with satoru smirking at you constantly, it was beyond embarrassing. and now the constant association with him is starting to affect you, maybe its fueled because of his presence but its making your stomach feel all funny. you know that funny all too well and you do not like it. not one bit.

"seems like you three loved her." he mused in between their chatter and yuji leaned ahead in the middle from the backseat, popping his head in between your two two seats.

"why don't you both come supervise us one day?" he requested, though its hardly a request when he's looking at you like that, innocently trying to deceive you into agreeing.

"yuji thats not possible. if he's available then there's no point for me to come." you sighed out, looking outside the car again, you can't look in the kids eyes while letting him down.

"why not? im sure we can have a day. yaga won't mind im sure." satoru said, pretending to be all thoughtful and casual. as if that shit eating grin didn't already give him away.

"satoru—"

"i mean its the kids asking."

you scoffed as you turned to look at him and he simply shrugged while his hand drummed on the steering while the other loosely rested on the gear.

"are you seriously using them as your reason?" you accused, lightly pushing yujis head back with a pat. and of course like the little shits they are, they fell silent, eyes looking hungry for whatever was breaking out here.

"using???" he huffed, and you were sure his eyes were widened behind his blindfold. so extra. "they are like my kids, you know. what do you take me for?"

"he's definitely using us." nobara stated quietly and you folded your arms, eyes narrowing like you always did when you were about to fire off an arguement. and that fucker knew, of course he did, that little twitch in his lips said everything. its like your dating days— no fuck no.

"what do you think you'll get out of bothering me, satoru?" you questioned quietly, but the snark was clear in your tone, eyes pulled into a glare as you leaned in a bit, knowing the idiots in the back would still hear it.

his head tilted slightly as if to glance at you and the corner of his lips pulled in such a smirk, it took everything in you to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck.

"you really need me to spell it out for you?" he drawled just as quietly, though it sounded way more dangerous, a trap made just for you.

you couldn't help but visibly gulp, your glare faltering even just for a second. "you're wasting your fucking time." you whispered before leaning back in your seat, looking out again, putting in that distance— the necessary distance. you keep forgetting it and he keeps pushing it.

"you're never a waste of time." he murmured, your words doing nothing to faze him and you wonder if he's actually lost it.

"at least don't this when we're present." megumi groaned out quietly, voice dripping with irritation as he sunk in his seat. "i don't even have headphones to shut your cringe out."

and for once you were thankful for his grumpiness. you simply stared out in silence, ignoring how satoru simply chuckled but said nothing.

no it didn't sting him, your words were merely fuel to his obsession to get you back. if he backed down so easily, it'd put shame to his name. and if anything he might even be turned on, hearing them boast about your feat, and he could just imagine you fighting with that familiar laid back style like his. his little sorcerer.

satoru pulled in front of that famous restaurant they were raving about. megumi requested not to eat in there cus the three of them did look a bit hurt here and there, a bit weary. people might think you and satoru kidnapped the poor kids. so you and satoru were ordering, well he was while you simply stood beside him.

"why so many desserts?" you asked, a bit baffled, looking at him and the menu. its not that you didn't like sweets, but fuck you didn't have that much of a sweet tooth as him, if anything it might even make you a bit nauseous.

"i have a big appetite, sweetheart." you don't even bother correcting him, knowing he simply wont listen.

you scoffed as you nodded, "of course you do." you murmur before you stepped infront to put in your order. but then you frowned when the staff smiled hesitantly and said the gentleman already did.

your brows furrowed in confusion so you asked the staff to repeat your order. and...of course its what you like. it irritates you to no end, irritation yes. thats all there is. no butterflies or yearning. not at all.

but for fucks sake how could your heart not slip even once when he does shit like that? its been decades, your tastes have changed and yet he ordered exactly what you preferred. you should tell him off, say that its creepy and uncanny that he would just know it. cus there's no shit as soulmates— he sure as hell isn't yours.

"is it to your liking babe?" he whispered from behind you and you swore you felt his breath brush your ear ever so softly. your body swivled so fast, tilting your head up to meet his eyes as you stepped back. distance distance distance distance.

"dont call me that." you snapped quietly and he quietly huffed out a smile, "you know i will." that just deepened your glare as you pushed past him, your fingers slightly brushing his and you swore your steps faltered a bit.

yet you kept the scowl on. "if this is your way of trying to get me back, its an absolute shitty way." you snapped back at him with disdain and that wicked smile simply widened in triumph.

"so you do know what im doing." he remarked, all cheeky. you wonder if he's just straight up delusional, what makes him think thats even possible after so many years???

"satoru listen to me very carefully. this—" you gestured between each other, "never. okay? its done and in the fucking past. there's no chance at all. so you better drop it and back off with what little dignity you have." your stated firmly, your index lightly poking at his chest accusingly. your words were supposed to be a warning, or maybe a request in disguise to just back off and spare you the heart ache. yet he took it in stride and turned it into a challenge.

his hand wrapped around yours, engulfing them whole in his large one, the tip of his thumb caressing your index finger as he held your hand. leaning in slowly he brushed a stray strand back behind your ear, his touch lingering as if he's already addicted to the feel. its been so long that he doesn't want to let go. do so much more than just caressing.

"i messed up. i know that. you're mad at me i understand— hate me i know." he murmured, and its not that usually mocking tone. its soothing, its understanding. something that was deeply missing in the past. "i was an asshole and i fucked us up." his finger traced down the side of your face to your jaw. "but i don't repeat my mistakes."

his finger twitched, like he wanted to do more, but he knew now was neither the time nor the place. and you certainly weren't ready for it. "so I'll do whatever it fucking takes. and i mean it."

your breath hitched and his gaze dropped down to your lips, and he swore his control had never been tested that bad. he withdrew his hand back, clenching into a fist as it dropped to his side.

you tried to weasel out something, anything. you can't let this go on— it needs to end here. "satoru its in the past—" and you couldn't stress that enough.

"yet you still haven't pushed me away." he countered firmly, and oh yes, your hand is still wrapped in his snug, so close to his chest you could feel its rapid beat. and for a moment it soothed you to know he's just as affected.

upon snapping back to reality you wrenched your hand out of his grip, blinking back the surprise as you kept on glaring at him.

"its in the past when i say it's in the past." he drawled sweetly before gesturing out the restaurant to the car. "wait in the car. I'll come with the order."

and you listened. you turned and walked out, sitting in the car, dumbfounded cus why the hell can't you ever win against him.

the kids were too quiet too, you weren't that out of it to not notice the smug smile on their faces— even megumi that little shit.

"we saw that."

"shut up."

everyone ate in the car, they were too hungry to wait so satoru and you decided to eat too. you weren't hungry but you weren't gonna sit awkwardly while all you could hear is chewing noises. your foul mood must have been clear on your face because even yuji wasn't talking to you. they pretended to ignore the tension between you and satoru, and you felt a bit guilty to make them uncomfortable like that.

clearly satoru doesn't, and doesn't even acknowledge the tension as he's happily gobbling up his deserts. that man is a vacuum. look at him, without a care in this world, unfazed while you're internally panicking over his words.

even the car ride back he didn't look even a least bit bothered, blasting songs and singing along with yuji and nobara.

that was a little cute. but you buried that thought as soon as it came.

as he parked the car outside, the three quickly left, groaning about being full and sleep. your lips pulled into an unconscious smile as you watched them go before your gaze rested on him.

right.

you take a deep breath as you unbuckled your seatbelt and turned in your seat to face him fully, your face as stoic and blank as it could be.

"you know, all this time i thought there must have been something that changed in you. make you even a bit redeemable." you began, your words sharp and cutting and for a moment that million dollar smile wavered, vanished achingly slow. you knew you were being too harsh with your words but whatever it takes to push him away.

"but i was wrong. you're still the same. you still think there's nothing in this world that you can't have. your arrogance truly knows no bounds." you let out a sardonic laugh, rubbing the gap between your brows with your fingers.

"that wasn't arrogance—"

"i haven't finished." you snapped as you looked up at him, and he was slightly taken aback by how cold you were being now. and he was starting to understand it wasn't gonna be that easy.

"when i needed you, you weren't there satoru. i asked for you, you weren't there. you lost your chance a decade back— so if you even think, there's any probability of me crawling back to you-" you tipped your head to a side, the corner of your lips pulling into a mocking smile.

"think again. if you think your sweet words are enough to win me back, think again. I'll make you grovel so much— till you give up and I'll still not even think about getting back." you unlocked the car door and held it open, "im not back here to get into petty dramas with you. so again, im telling you for your own good."

your eyes narrowed with conviction, and he saw just how much distance she'd put between them. how high her walls were, almost impenetrable.

"back the fuck off."

she slammed the car door shut before walking back in jujutsu high, she wanted to seem calm but her hurried steps said otherwise. she had said her piece and that was enough for now.

she'd ignore this pain in her heart, she'd deny that little part in her that still longs for him until none of her even thinks about him. getting over shouldn't be that hard, you can do it.

but its gojo fucking satoru. its not that easy.

satoru leaned back in the seat and sighed, resting his forearm on his eyes. yeah this time it hurt a bit, he can't even lie. even the thought of a future where he really can't get you, it scares the utter crap out of him. its been just two days since you were back and he already has a hard time not pulling you into his arms.

and an entire lifetime of not having you? yeah no, thats his nightmare.

so like you said, he'll grovel. he'll grovel as you please and more. but he'll make it alright, he isn't the one to give up. even if it takes years, which he hopes it doesn't, he'll get you back. he'll have your forgiveness, your trust, your heart and you. he may be an asshole but he's your asshole, he truly believes no one can handle him as well as you.

a chuckle escaped his lips as he sat up. you truly think he'll simply use just words. you still think too highly of him.

he lifts his hand, your pendent dangling in his fingers, glinting under the setting sun. all those words, yet you wore the pendent he gave you. he knew you have your sister's picture inside, its important. he feels a bit guilty for swiping that off, but hey you should have noticed.

he stuffed the pendent in his pocket and left the car, walking off, a smile etched on his face as he hatched a plan in his mind to see you again.

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