#alexandro x reader

[https-genesis]

nightmare on elm street | 141 x gn! reader

Sypnosis; The rookie is... strange.

Contents; swearing, reader is a psychopath lmao, drabble

there's something unsettling about you.

sure, ghost wore a mask adorned with a well drawn human skull on it, konig from KorTac towered over every man in his squad and others, alexandro from los vaquiros' iron will was unmatched.

you weren't the biggest. you weren't the fastest nor the smartest.

you weren't as big and bad as the other soldiers. so what made you have such an uncomfortable aura?

your sickeningly sweet smile that seemed to stretch to your ears made ghost squint. the way you tiptoed into rooms with not even a sound suprised even konig. the way you managed to guess what alexandro was gonna say before it even left his mouth made him shudder.

☆

it was late. maybe 11:35 at night, most of the squadron was asleep. ghost was never much of a sleeper - not knowing what could attack while he was at his most vulnerable brought back bad memories. he sat quietly outside his tent, joint loosely tucked between his unmasked lips.

"hi ghost."

the latter shot up from his idle position on his stool to pull his mask up after throwing his blunt somewhere further along.

"fuckin' 'ell. ya scared me, rookie."

you grinned. that awful, god forsaken grin. it made your face contort into something strange - almost scary. the smile felt like it came out of one of those trashy horror movies from the 90's. he could tell your cheeks strained from how large it was, and he shifted in his seat.

your head tilted to the side and a silence took over you before you answered.

"sorry, ghost." your smile didn't falter and ghost felt his skin crawl.

"'m headed back. go too." his reply was rushed and he couldn't muster up the courage to look into your eyes again.

☆

working with the 141 was a pleasure in disguise. konig was shy, anxious too, and his almost seven foot tall frame didn't do him much of a favor. but even though his rough exterior frightened others, they didn't seem to even bat an eye at him. most of them, at least.

captain price was speaking to everyone and his gaze seemed drawn to konig. like he was watching something. surveilling it.

then price shifted his eyes to him again - rather, behind him, and he paused. within the silence he could make out slow breathing from behind him.

"I'm listening, captain. don't worry."

konig jumped and turned to your figure standing oddly still. your eyes already were scouting his features and even though his mask was heavy on his face, he felt as though you could see right through it. he felt sweat pool at his forehead

"sorry for scaring you." you smiled, and walked further into the room.

ghost whispered to him.

"weird lad, that one."

he can agree on that.

☆

it was rare for alexandro to say he loved his job, but in moments like this, where his hand brushed the drink in his hand ( probably vodka, maybe whiskey, who knows? ) and he could hear the laughter of his squadron behind him, he felt content. after a successful mission, los vaquiros and the 141 decided to have a jolly frolic at the pub in town. that's what soap said.

alexandros feet tapped the stool lightly to the rhythm of the music until price's voice brought him back.

"ya okay, mate?" soap whispered to him. "ya good enough to drive back?" he grinned, and alexandro chuckled.

"yeah, si. i don't feel like drinking, I guess." he turns his body towards the scottish man, and sighs. complaining to a very much not sober johnny doesnt sound appealing. somebody takes the empty seat next to him but he doesnt bother to turn.

"you've had a rough week, huh? it's hard being a soldier, but you'll get used to it." your voice. the 141's infiltration operator. the ... strange one.

alexandro turns to your face already staring back at him. it's unsettling, and the little alcohol in his stomach stirs inside him.

"oh, I forgot. you've been in here for a while, haven't you?" his browns connect in his frown. did you not know who he was? or did you not care? or were you trying to spite him?

how did you know him? he never talked to you before.

"guess so." alexandro never felt like that before. like prey. like a lamb staring a lion into its eye.

you didn't speak much after that. you stared at the group of men playing darts and chuckled when one of them almost got hit.

who are you?

A/N; this sucks lol

[thekeystothebasement]

Que Va a Pedir La Princesa? (What's the Princess going to ask for?)

Pairings: Phillip Graves x Alejandro's daughter reader

Word Count: 6,442

Warnings: SMUT! Loss of virginity, degradation, dacryphilia, overstimulation, choking, unprotected sex, breeding, and more.

A/n: AHHHH!!! I did it! It's finished! Let me know what yall think, especially the spicy scenes. It's been a while since I wrote anything smutty. I definitely recommend to listen La Nina Fresa by Banda Machos and Playing Dangerous by Lana Del Rey. It's what I was listening to while writing. There are some Spanish phrases and I will try my best to provide translations at the end of the fic.

After capturing Hassan and not long after that, having to set him loose, Shadow Company, Taskforce 141, Los vaqueros decided to let out their frustrations in Alexandro’s base. Carrying cases of liquor, tequila, and a variety of beer into the base and celebrating their semi-victorious mission.

Graves watched as his men drank amongst Los vaqueros and laughed amongst each other. His attention was soon brought back to the table of men he was sitting amongst. Alexandro, Ghost, Soap, and Rudy.

It was evident that Alexandro has had too much to drink, the bottles of beer and a nearly empty bottle of tequila as proof of how much he had. His words were starting to slur and his sentence nearly incoherent.

“My sweet, preciosa princesa…” he wailed. His head against the worn-down wood table. “She’s growing up to quickly…pinche cabrones…” he was starting to mumble, his words, the rest of his sentences lost to the men around him except Rudy.

“The capitán gets very emotional when talking about his daughter” Rudy explained, with worry on his face when looking at Alexandro. “He recently noticed that his daughter has some admirers…and she seems to love the attention.”

Suddenly Alejandro grabs Rudy’s shoulders and shakes him as Alejandro continues to rant. “Hermano, mi princesa…protegerla de esos animales.”

“Same goes for you all. If you ever see my daughter near another man, you have my permission to kill him…” he said with such intensity in his eyes. “Mi Princesa is my world, she’s my only hija and no man is good enough for her.”

All the men around the table nodded their heads to Alejandro’s words, somewhat understanding his frustration, all except Graves whose mind was elsewhere. Maybe if he had heard Alejandro’s rant, he could’ve spared himself the trouble that was yet to come.

Graves continues to zone in and out of the conversation in front of him, his eyes wandering around the room, his mind trying to make sense of the music playing, understanding every other word. Graves takes a sip of his beer as he tries his best to listen to Alejandro’s and Rudy’s stories but couldn’t help the feeling as if he’s being watched.

Graves looks away from the men at the table and his eyes travel around the room until they stop at you. You were sitting on the hood of one of the jeeps that were inside of the base, your legs swinging over the edge. You were all by yourself, the only thing keeping you company was the nearly empty bottle of beer you held in between your lap. He makes eye contact with you and notices the way your eyes widen, a blush forms on your cheeks, and the way you straighten up once you realize his attention is on you.

His eyes roam across your body. He notices the very short skirt you’re wearing, if you were to spread your legs a bit further, he would be able to see your underwear. He takes note of the cropped and low-cut top you’re wearing. Your dark hair is braided into two pigtails with ribbon incorporated into the braids. He noticed you were the youngest in the base. Far too young to even buy alcohol in the states, but old enough for Mexico.

He stares into your eyes again and couldn’t help but smirk at the way you squirm and quickly look away, watching as your face turns red.

His attention is back to the men at the table and noticed Alejandro had fallen asleep, his face planted against the table. Rudy continues to tell his story about how he met Alejandro during his training days, Graves trying his best to listen until he felt his side being nudged by the Scott beside him.

“I saw the way that lass was looking at you mate.” Soap said with a smirk and intentionally raised his eyebrows. Graves raised his eyebrows in return, waiting for the Scott to continue. “You should go over there, mate. Aye, you could even get lucky tonight.” Soap roughly slapped Phillips’s back.

Rudy overhears Soaps and Phillip’s conversation and stops his story.

“Who’s the lady?” Rudy asks as his eyes begin to wander around the room. “We need to help a Hermano out if this is true.”

“The young lass over there by the Jeep.” Soap exclaims while shaking his head toward where you were sitting. Graves should’ve noticed the way Rudy’s eyes widen in fear and the face of worry spreading across his face, but he didn’t, his eyes remained on you.

“No no no no. You must stay away from her. She’s---” Rudy was caught off by the sound of Alejandro jolting awake and violently coughing.  It wasn’t the first time Rodolfo was with Alejandro when he had too many drinks, he knew what was coming if he didn’t lead him to a restroom.  Rudy was quick to get on his feet and lead Alejandro away from the table before he emptied his stomach in front of his men.

Ghost stood up from his seat, “I’d stay away from her. She looks like she is nothing but trouble.” Ghost explained, looking in your direction before leaving the two men alone, calling it a night.

“Don’t listen to them mate. They ain’t nothing but cockblocks.” Soap mumbled; his lips pressed against the top of the beer bottle. “I’d walk over there and lean against the Jeep. Call her darling and watch as she blushes and squirms with the nickname. Maybe have my hand on her knee and the other on her waist. Eventually, My hand would slowl-“

“Fucking Hell, stop right there. I don’t want to hear how you’re gonna fuck her.” Graves cursed out. “Besides I’m far too old for her. Probably couldn’t handle the way I was eyeing her.”

Both men look back in your direction and they both couldn’t deny the way you were looking at the commander of the Shadow Company. Your eyes-maintained eye contact with his, the way you were batting your lashes at him, and the way your eyes innocently looked him up and down and lingered between his legs.

“Fucking hell. That lass is stripping you naked in her mind.”

Graves didn’t reply, his attention remained on you. He watched closely as your eyes looked around the room before stopping again at Graves. He watched as you bit your lip, the blush on your cheeks turning a furious shade of red as you slowly spread your legs.

Graves felt his dick twitch in his pants, ignoring the curses that were coming out of the mouth of the Scott beside him.

His eyes focused between your legs, the skirt rising higher and higher until suddenly the bottle you held in your hands was placed right between your thighs, blocking the sight of your panties. His eyes went back to your eyes, noting the mischievous look in your eyes.

If Graves were paying attention to his surroundings, maybe he would’ve noticed the shocked stares from the members of Los Vaqueros, the hushed whispers among themselves. His full attention was on you, the light from behind you made you look like an angel, but Los Vaqueros knew you were the devil in disguise.

They knew you were forbidden fruit; you were the serpent from Adam and Eve.

Los Vaqueros knew they were about to be witnesses to your serpent tongue, luring Graves to your forbidden fruit, oblivious to the consequences he will face with God.

Los Vaqueros watched intently as Graves stood from his seat and walked his way towards you, all of Alejandro’s men curious as to where this interaction would go.

———

You watched as Graves walked up towards you; each step he took radiated the confidence he carried. You watched as he leaned beside the Jeep you were seated on top of. You looked down at him and sent him a sickeningly sweet smile. You couldn’t help but enjoy the leverage that came with sitting on the hood of the car, your seated position on the hood had the man before you look up to you. Making it even easier for him to fall into your hands.

“What bring you here güero.” You teased as your hand slowly crept up his arm.

“Keeping you company, beautiful. You seemed awfully lonely over here.” He said as he moved from his spot on the side of the Jeep and instead took the spot between your legs. His hands now resting on your knees, noticing the way your legs jumped at the feeling of his warm hands on your skin. “That empty bottle keeping you company?”

You looked down at him as he looked up at you, his blue eyes reminding you of a needy puppy wanting attention. “It was but I guess you’ll do for now” You replied as your hands traveled to his head and played with his hair. You shivered at the feeling of his breath against your thighs as his head rested against the hood of Jeep, shaking his head and low chuckles escaping his lips. “Mi Papi is so protective of me. He’s scared all the men away from me.” You whined.

“And who’s your ‘Papi’?” Graves asked, looking up at you curiously as his hand slowly traveled up and away from your knee and rested on your thigh.

“If I tell you you’ll leave me too.” You pouted.

“Nothing scares me, princess.” He mumbled against the skin of your thigh, the stubble tickling your skin.

“Really? Nothing scares you?” You asked innocently. You leaned forward, placing your hands on his arms. “But my Papi is a very scary man. I’d even call him a monster”

“Monster? That’s a little harsh ain’t it?” he asked with raised eyebrows. He watched as you shook your head no and laughed at your reaction. His grip on your thighs tightened before releasing them and holding your hands instead. “Well, if a monster is hiding you away, well then it’s my duty to save the sweet and docile princess, isn’t that right.”

“Ah, the güero as my knight in shining armor?” You placed your hand under your chin in a thinking manner, bit your lip, and pretended to think about his words. “Hmmm…I guess you’ll do but you have to prove your worth to me.” You said, looking deep into the man’s eyes.

“Why would I leave the monster who’s protected me for so long and follow a Knight who might not even be able to protect me and treat me like the princess I am.” You said why squeezing his hands before shoving them off you. “I am quite the spoiled princess.”

“Spoiled and bratty.” Graves commented. “But whatever the princess desires I will deliver.” He gently grasped your hand and pecked a kiss on the back of your hand.

You watched as he took a step back, giving you the chance to slide off the hood of the car and stand before him, the height leverage you had was gone. Suddenly feeling a lot smaller under his lustful gaze. You looked up at him, innocently batting your lashes.

“What this princess wants…” you leaned in close to him, your breasts pressed against him, your hand resting on his chest. “… is for you to pleasure her.” You heard him curse under his breath, enjoying the way his eyes squeezed shut at your words.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into baby.” He whispered into your ear, one hand holding onto your waist while the other on your lower back.

“I think I do, commander,” you said sternly.

“Once I get my hands on you, you’ll be crying for your daddy to come to save you.” He muttered against your ear. His hand slowly travels lower and lower until it’s resting on your ass.

“I don’t need my Papi to save me.” You teased back. “I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” Your hand traveled from his chest to the area between his legs, softly squeezing the growing bulge between his legs.

Los Vaqueros watched as you led the commander of the Shadow Company to his grave.

“Eso Gringo tiene el Muerte esperándolo”

A chorus of laughter can be heard as the men from the shadow company sat confused.

“What does that mean?”

“That white man has death waiting for him.” a member of Los Vaqueros explained.

“He’s about to fuck the only daughter of Alejandro Vargas, our Capitán.”

———

Graves followed behind you as you led him down a corridor with doors every few feet. His eyes constantly roam up and down your body. Your long legs, your plush thighs, the skirt bouncing with your every step, your lower back exposed due to the top you were wearing.

Fuck, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you.

Suddenly you twirled to look at him, walking backward slowly until coming to a complete stop.

“What’s wrong? Having second thoughts?” Phillip asked, looking for any uncertainty on your face.

You shook your head before answering him.

“No. I want to do this. But my room or yours? I might have a monster waiting under my bed.” You said while twirling the end of your pigtail.

“We wouldn’t want that now, would we? “Graves replied. He walked up to you, turned you around, placed his hand on your lower back, and led you to his room where he was staying temporarily.

You read the names on each plaque that was placed on the door of each room.  

Riley

‘…’

McTavish

‘…’

Parra

‘Oh,’ You thought to yourself.

Vargas

‘No mames,’ you cursed to yourself.

Graves

While Graves fished for the key in the pocket of his jean, you glanced around the corridor, paranoid that your father could step out of his room at any moment. That your father could appear right behind you, hell you worried that his second-in-command was watching you and waiting for the opportunity to snitch on you.

As soon as you heard the door click to Graves’s room, signaling that he had unlocked it. You shoved yourself to his room and pulled him in before closing the door shut.

“So eager for me?” Graves asked, slightly startled at the speed you pulled him into his room.

“I’m just impatient.” You replied. “My daddy never made me wait for what I wanted.”

“Is that so?” Graves asked. He watched as you sat at the edge of the bed. His eyes roamed your body as you stretched your arms, letting your body fall into his bed and letting out a contempt sigh at the feeling of the soft mattress on your back.

“What’s the hold-up gringo?” You asked, holding your upper body on your elbows. “I don’t like to wait.”

You watched carefully as Graves walked up to your body before deciding to kneel between your spread legs.

“Such a fucking spoiled princess. Your father did such a poor job of raising you.” He commented as he removed your shoes and socks. “But I’m no better. Following your every wish.” You shivered at his soft pecks that started at your ankles and led up to your thighs.

You shut your eyes, trying your best to control your breathing as you felt his hands pulling at the end of your skirt, and letting it rest at your ankles.  You squeezed your legs shut as you felt his fingers resting on the elastic of your panties.

“You’re acting as if you’ve never been touched before baby.” Graves looked up at you and watched as your eyes widen at his words. “Jesus Christ” he whispered.

Suddenly both of your thighs were gripped harshly and forcibly spread apart. You watched Graves process your reaction to his words. “Never?” He asked.

“Never.” You responded bashfully. “Like I said my Papi chased all the boys away. Besides, I’ve wanted the touch of a real man, not from a boy.”

“You’ll show me the touch of a real man, right?” you asked. You were unsure if the fact that you were a virgin affected anything.

“Whatever the Princess wants,” he muttered against the skin of your thighs, his hot breath hitting your entrance through your panties. “She gets.”

You whimpered at the feeling of a soft kiss he left through your panties. Your breathing quickly becomes labored as he continues to kiss and suck at your thighs, bruises slowly forming. You whined as the man between your legs continued to peck kisses at your covered pussy, sometimes even blowing air just to get a rise out of you.

“C’mon baby, keep making those pretty little noises. Let me know I’m spoiling the Princess the way she should be.” He mumbled; his lips pressed once again at the fabric of your underwear.

After minutes of endless teasing, you shuddered at the feeling of his fingers tugging at the elastic of your underwear. You felt him slowly pull down your underwear and watched it fall from your legs. The panties that were once covering the most intimate part of your body now rested on the fingertips of the man before you.

“Fucking hell, look just how wet you are baby.” He cursed as he examined the wet patch on your panty. “Looks like you fucking pissed yourself.”

“S-shut up, fucking pendejo” You stuttered out, embarrassed at his choice of words. Your cheeks flared at hearing him laugh.

“Sorry, princess. Daddy didn’t mean to upset you.” He said as he spread your legs further and hauled them over his shoulders. You squeaked at his rough treatment when he gripped your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. “Let me make it up to you.”

Not even having a second to process his words you let out a loud moan that had you covering your mouth. You didn’t even know you were capable of moaning so loudly, but how could you not when his tongue licked at your folds? Sucking at your arousal like a starved man. You whine and whimper at the feeling of his mouth on your pussy. Your hands harshly grip the bed sheets as you start to squirm. The stubble on his face adds to the pleasure as it tickles your body.

“F-fuck” You whined as your hands moved to his hair. Your finger raking through his hair as you start to tug. You feel as if your eyes roll to the back of your head as you heard him growl, sending vibrations to your core. “Please…daddy…. hah” you moaned.

Involuntarily, your body lunges forward as you felt his thumb rest on your clit. You cried out when you felt him press down and move his thumb in a circular manner. Tears were rolling down your face, the pleasure was too much for you. You hadn’t noticed you were trying to push yourself away from his mouth until you felt a harsh blow to your pussy.

You looked down at him with tears in your eyes. Shocked that he even decided to smack you on your pussy.

“You’re gonna fucking take it, sweetheart.” He stood up from his position and leaned over to you and harshly gripped your jaw. “I don’t want you to whine or complain that it’s too much. If you even dare to push me away again, I’ll go fucking find your Papi and tell him his spoiled little princess is trying to act like a big girl and ask for things she can’t handle. Am I clear?”

You shook your head yes and wiped away your tears. You whimpered again when he landed another blow to your pussy.

“Use your words, princess. Am I clear?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Atta girl." he grinned down at you before resuming his position between your legs. His mouth wastes no time to devour you once again. You whimpered and panted at the feeling of his lips against your folds, his tongue licking at your arousal. His face was buried deep into your thighs, his nose pressed against your throbbing bead.

“Ah! So, f-fuckin good…ai Papi…” you cried out. You started to buck your hips against his mouth, eagerly trying to find your high. Your legs started to feel numb, and your moans got higher and much more frequent.

“So, fucking wet baby.” Graves muttered against your folds. Anything below his nose was drenched in your fluids. His teeth tugged at your clit, and you cried out at the sting. “Gonna fucking cum baby?”

“yes yes yes yes” you chanted. You squeezed your legs shut around his neck, bringing him closer and in place. You were close, you couldn’t stop squirming, tears rapidly falling down your face, and incoherent curses escaping your lips.

The way your thighs were squeezing his head, he could die at any moment, and he wouldn’t mind. He could see the epitaph on his headstone,

Died doing what he enjoyed the most, eating wet pussy.

Pecking a soft kiss on your clit had you squirting on his face. Your thighs squeezed around his head, and shortly after your legs laid limply on his shoulders, your mouth was wide open, but no sounds were coming out, your eyes were rolled back, and your body was left trembling.

Phillip stood up from between your legs, a wide grin on his face. His shirt that he was wearing was completely soaked from your juices. He couldn’t help but laugh as you were quietly chanting ‘Papi’ repeatedly.

“Your Papi isn’t coming to save you.” Phillip teased as he gently smacked and played with the flesh of your inner thighs. “Besides, isn’t this what the Princess wanted? For me, to pleasure her?”

You looked up at him with glossy eyes and gently smiled at him.

“Keeping going,” you breathed out. “I’m…still not satisfied.

Graves looked down at your tired-out body. “You’re biting more than you can chew, princess.”

 He watched as you wobbly got on your knees and reached over to him. He sat beside you and watched as your small fingers tried to unbutton his shirt, whining at your failed attempt, and just tugging at the ends. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes and a pout on your lips. “Use your words, princess. What do you want?”

“Take your clothes off. I want to please you too.” You whined. You whimpered when he harshly gripped your chin and squeezed your cheeks together, forming an o-shape with your lips. His thumb traced your glossy lips.

“Didn’t your Papi teach you some manners?” Graves asked, looking down at your smaller form.

“Por favor, senor.” You begged. Graves let out a small laugh, pulling you in for a passionate kiss before pulling away and stripping himself from his clothes. You quickly did the same to the few clothes you had left. Pulling your top off and reaching your hands back to unclasp your white lace bra.  Your breasts slightly bouncing after being freed from their restraints. By the time you had finished removing your bra, Graves had already finished removing his clothing, leaving him in his briefs.

You smiled as you saw his eyes roam your naked body, his eyes lingering on your breasts. You gently pushed yourself off the bed and kneeled before him. Your mouth-watering as you eye the hard bulge that was being restrained by his briefs. Your hands resting on his thighs, your lustful eyes looking up at his.

“Can I?” you asked. Your fingers trail closer and closer to your destination.

“I’m all your baby.”

With shaky fingers, you pulled at the elastic band and gasped at his tip smacking against your cheek. You looked up at him with wide eyes, shocked at how well-endowed he was.

“So big” you whispered in shock.

“Only the best for the princess.”

You looked back down at his cock and licked your lips before pressing small kisses starting from the base and all the way to the tip. Gasps and soft moans escaped his mouth at your gentle touch.

“What would your Papi think if he saw you with a cock in your mouth,” Phillip asked, his hand gently resting on the top of your head.

“He’d kill you.” You muttered against his tip, swallowing the tip whole, stopping Graves from forming any more thoughts. Your mouth, so wet and warm, gently sucking at his big tip. His eyes were squeezed shut as he bit his lip from the pleasure of your mouth. You gently sucked and licked at the tip, reminding you of the countless times when you would tease Los Vaqueros. Sucking and licking a popsicle your father had given you. Humming and eyeing Rodolpho whose eyes would linger on your lips before noticing the evil glint in your eyes.

Suddenly you found yourself gagging, your wide eyes looking up at the male in front of you. His head tilted and looking down at you with a wide grin.

“Stop with the teasing, baby.” He said playfully. “Or am I going to have to do everything for you?”

Not answering his question, you opened your mouth wide and tried your best to fit him all in your mouth. Tears pricked at your eyes; he was far too big for your mouth, but you lived to satisfy. Trying to suppress your gags, his tip hitting the back of your throat, you started to bob your head up and down his length. Your tongue swirling all over his length and humming in satisfaction from the quiet moans and grunts that escaped Phillip’s lips.

“So, fucking good princess…. fucking hell…” he cursed. “If I didn’t know any better, this isn’t your first time using that pretty mouth of yours.”

You pulled away from his cock and innocently batted your lashes at him. “I’ve had a lot of practice on some popsicles. Those seemed to be Rodolpho’s favorite treat to give me, but I’ll always end up in a mess.” 

Your words elicited a laugh from the man. “Such a fucking tease. No wonder your Papi kept you locked up.” Graves didn’t give you the time to reply to his words before thrusting his hips into your mouth, you gagged and whined around his length at the sudden intrusion. His hand harshly gripped the back of your head and set a steady pace for you to suck him off.

Tears were spilling down your face, drool escaping the sides of your lips. Your hands claw at his thighs, your nails digging into his skin. Your eyes stared at his eyes while you sucked him off. You hummed around his length.

“C’mon, baby…c’mon, baby…c’mon baby…” he cursed out. “Fuuuck.”

You hummed at the praise and squeezed your eyes shut in pleasure. Your left hand held onto his thigh while your right hand found its way to your clit, teasing yourself. With one last final thrust, he snapped his hips, his cock reaching the back of your throat, leaving you gagging and coughing. Spurts of cum spewing into your mouth. You looked up into his eyes as you swallowed as best as you could.

You pulled away from his cock, making a loud ‘pop’ as your lips left his tip. You showered his dick with small kitten kisses, mumbling thank you repeatedly.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you muttered one last time before leaving a big kiss on the tip. You stood back on your feet and stood on your tippy toes, pouting your lips at Phillip, waiting for a kiss from him. Phillip moved a hand to cup your jaw while the other found its way to your waist. He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, you eagerly reciprocated the kiss. Your tongues fighting for dominance.

You felt his body pushing you closer and closer to the edge of the bed until the back of your knees hit the mattress and you find yourself sprawled on the bed. You watched as Phillip slowly leaned over your body, his arms on either side of your head, caging you in. His face nestled in the side of your neck, sucking, and licking at your neck, leaving you whimpering and squirming under his touch. Your hand finds shelter in his hair while the other scratches at his back.  

His hips rutted against yours, his hardened cock teasing at your entrance, your slick arousal making it easier for your slit to be teased. The tip of his cock occasionally hits your clit, leaving you shuddering. Your legs locked together behind his back, keeping him pressed against you.

“So, fucking good for me princess. Are you enjoying the touch of a man?” he asked, his lips now pressed against your breast. His mouth sucking on one breast while his hand tugs and pinches at your other.

“Please just fuck me…. please” you begged. “I can’t take it anymore. Use me.” You whined into his neck. You couldn’t handle the way his hips rutted against yours, teasing your entrance, you just wanted him inside. You wanted to be fucked.

“Use you?” Graves asked, he slightly pulled away from your hold and looked at your needy face. “I don’t think your Papi would like it if I didn’t treat his Princess with care. Got to return you in one piece.” he teased as he turned your body around, leaving you to lay on your stomach.

“I’m not a fucking princess. I’m yours.” You sobbed. “My pussy is yours. I want you to fuck me as you own me. I want to be treated like a whore. Your personal slut.” You rambled. You raised your hips and leaned your ass against his cock.

“Stop treating me like a princess…” you cried out. “…and just fuck me.”

Without hesitation or warning, Phillip snapped his hips into you, his cock sliding into your pussy with ease. You harshly gripped the sheets and screamed out into the mattress. You had your face pressed against the mattress as tears trailed down your face, crying out at the sudden intrusion at your virgin pussy. Your cunt stretched around his cock, despite the arousal that led to a quick intrusion. Your face was roughly pulled off the mattress, his hands having a tight hold on your now loose braids and pulling back on them.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? To be fucked and used.” He asked as he leaned over your shoulder and whispered into your ear. “I’m not going to go gentle on you, that’s for princesses, and you’re not a princess. You’re a fucking slut.”

He started to thrust into you at a fast pace, one hand holding onto your braids while the other held your hips.  Your moans and cries echoed across the room; Phillip wouldn’t be surprised if the rooms surrounding his could hear you.

“So, fucking tight...” Graves cursed, his eyes shut tight at the way your pussy clenched around his cock, making it difficult to thrust in and out. “Gonna fucking ruin you, baby.” He hissed out. His hand smacked against your ass, leaving a red imprint shaped like his hand.

You were fucking drunk on his cock. Blabbering incoherent words as drool spilled from your lips, your eyes wide open and rolled to the back of your skull.

“So…f-full…. s-shit…” you moaned. His thrusts never faltered, his hips snapping brutally against you as his hand smacked at your ass and watched as a nice red slowly spreads on your skin. “So, fucking good daddy…fuck”

You felt as if your breath was knocked out of you, your cunt squeezed around him that him moaning. He knew he had found your sweet spot, the way you whined as he repeatedly hit the same spot over and over that left you pleading was proof enough.

“I-I…. can’t…it’s too much…” you sobbed. You squirmed, trying to get out of his hold that only had him pulling at your braids even harder, holding you in place. “Please…. I can’t…. Papi” you cried out.

Hearing you cry out for your father, Phillip landed three hard blows to your ass that left you creaming around his cock. Your body shuddered as you moaned loudly as you reached your high. Your body went limp, Graves pulled your body closer to him. Your back flushed against his chest as his hand gripped your throat which elicited a whimper from you. You continued to softly chant ‘Papi’ under your breath as you felt your consciousness drift.

“What the fuck did I say?” Graves growled into your ear. “Your Papi isn’t coming to save you so suck it up, baby. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

You could only shake your head and whine.

“Inside…” you whispered.

“Inside?” Graves smirked against the skin on your neck. “Want my cum inside this wet pussy?”

“Yes daddy…fuck your babies into me…” you whined. You felt your cunt clench on his cock again, you were nearing your second orgasm. Phillip groaned at your words and imagined your belly round with his kid. His pace started to falter, sloppily thrusting into you, his cock throbbing and ready to burst inside of you.

“Fucking hell…gonna cum inside this fucking wet pussy…” his hips harshly snapping into you, your ass jiggling on impact. “Fuck my babies into you…make you a mommy. You’re stomach gonna be round with my child.”

“Yes, please daddy. I want to be a mommy. Claim me with your cum” you moaned before feeling spurts of cum spraying inside of you. Your body convulsed as you reached your high once again, you felt yourself squirting, drenching Phillip’s thighs, and the sheets below you form a small puddle from your fluids.

Phillip let go of his hold on you and watched as you fell forward into the mattress. You were beyond exhausted and quickly found yourself drifting off to sleep, leaving Phillip alone with his thoughts.

Phillip just stood over your body for a few minutes, catching his breath and analyzing your body. His cum was slowly gushing out of your cunt and spilling down your thighs mixing with your arousal and cum. Bruises littered your body. Some bigger bruises could be found on your knees, while smaller bruises shaped like his fingertips could be seen on your thighs, hips, waist, and your neck. Hickies were scattered around, only being able to differentiate between a bruise and a hickey would be the small teeth marks that can be found with each hickey.

Unknowingly, Graves had just finished deflowering the only daughter of Alejandro Vargas. His princess whom he spoiled rotten and constantly praised to his men. His daughter could do no wrong in his eyes. Alejandro unknowingly slept soundly next door as his daughter teased the commander of the Shadow Company into fucking her and filling her with his seed. The very same daughter who’s comfortably sleeping in the arms of her lover, the cum of her lover still very much inside of her.

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“Who’s your father?” Graves asked. You snuggled deeper into his chest; your leg was thrown over his.

“Don’t worry about it.” You groaned. “Let me sleep.” You complained as you pulled the covers back onto your body and shut your eyes.

“Give me a hint baby,” Phillip begged as he littered kisses on your forehead, trying to make you open your eyes. “I won’t be able to concentrate on my mission, all I will be able to think is who’s the unlucky man with such a fucking tease of a daughter.”

“Ponte las pilas guey.” You grumbled as you turned to face away from him, trying to get some extra minutes of sleep. Your next words left the commander uneasy. “Who’s the man that Los Vaqueros respect the most?”

You had drifted off to sleep, leaving the commander to get ready for his meeting with your father and with the two men from taskforce 141.

For the first time in a long time, Phillip Graves dreaded the day ahead of him.

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The entire compound of Los Vaqueros was filled with shouts from Alejandro. Anybody who was in the compound when the shouting started, knew of the grave mistake that the commander of the Shadow Company had done.

“YOU FUCKED MY PRINCESA! MY DAUGHTER!” Alejandro shouted. He was being held back by Rodolpho and Ghost while Soap stood by the side and watched the interaction.  

“I didn’t know she was your daughter.” Phillip reasoned. “It was an honest make. She came onto me.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are cabron? Lying to my face. My hija would do no such thing.” Alejandro shouted back. “She’s a fucking saint, an angel.”

You stood behind your father, looking down and playing with the ends of Grave’s shirt that he lent to you, listening to your lover and father argue. If only you had waited just another five minutes before leaving Phillip’s room, then perhaps you wouldn’t have crossed paths with your father who was walking down the corridor with Rodolpho, Ghost, Soap, and Graves behind him.

“With all due respect Alejandro, your daughter is the farthest thing from a saint.” Graves said, his finger pointed at you.

“I’ll fucking kill you gringo.” Alejandro shouted

“But Papi” you cried out. You were hugging your father from behind, burying your face into his back. “He promised he’ll take care of me. He’ll take care of his babies that resulted from our lovemaking.” You whined while placing your hands over your stomach.

Graves couldn’t believe the words that came out of your mouth. You were trying to pin it all on him.

You were the devil, a fucking serpent.

You choose your words wisely, deflecting any responsibility and any of Alejandro’s anger that he had for you fell onto Graves. Making yourself seem like your father’s sweet, oblivious, and innocent princesa. Making it seem as if you fell for the lies of a white man. As if you weren’t the one eagerly spreading your legs and begging him to fill you with his cum.

Graves noticed the small smirk on your face when Alejandro continued to try and break away from the hold of the two men holding him back.

“Don’t do that. Don’t…do that. Don’t you dare lie to your father and pin this all on me. You were the one spreading your legs.” Graves shouted at you with an accusatory finger.

You pouted at his words as tears started to prick at your eyes, hugging your father from behind as you cried and muttered that the gringo had tricked you.

Los Vaqueros snickered at the commotion while the men from the Shadow Company sighed at their commander’s mistake.

You were a serpent, you lured Phillip Graves into taking a bit of your apple, and his punishment from God waits for him.

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*Translations are not 100% accurate, some are adjusted to help translate over better*

Translations:

"preciosa princesa" (Precious princess)

"Pinche cabrones" ( fucking bastards)

"Hermano, mi princesa…protegerla de esos animales.” (Brother, my princess, protect her from these animals)

"hija" (Daughter)

"güero" (White man)( light-skinned) (blonde man)

"Papi" (father) (dad) (daddy)

"no mames" (got to be fucking kidding me)

"Gringo" (White man)

"ponte las pilas guey" ( put on the batteries dude)( use your head)

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Roads part 3

4k2 | Joel Miller x fem reader Chapt summary: Joel doesn't know how to deal with his feelings, and loses control Warnings: 18+ mdni. possessiveness, jealousy, alternate POV, dirty talk, praise kink, masturbation, fingering, oral (f/m receiving), cum eating, unprotected piv, ass play, rimming, anal, creampie, light violence (not against reader or Joel) a/n: Thank you for beta-ing @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog 💞💞🫂 Playlist | ao3 | Series masterlist | Masterlist

Part 2

Joel hadn't had a serious relationship in years.

He didn't miss it, didn't want to risk integrating someone into his life. Sarah might eventually become attached to her, but what if it didn’t work out? It would  be another loss. The departure of Sarah's mother had been harsh, and their daughter had suffered too much from her mother's absence. He didn't want to hurt her again. 

So he went on with his life, without any additional ties, offering all the possible stability to Sarah.

Until the day he met you.

He had heard Tommy talk about you so much, for so many years, that he had been imagining… someone  else. A vague vision of you as a child and then as a teenager had formed in his mind, with all the stories he had heard all those years. Whether by an elated Tommy or by his parents bitching about the “nonsense they had done again” when he, slightly older, was already far too mature for his age.

One afternoon, your parents had stopped him when he came home from high school, their neighbors being furious at the cigarette butts both of you threw from your bedroom window to the neighbors' garden.

"No, I don't know where my brother or your daughter are, sorry," he replied, with a quiet sigh.

Now, years later, his work situation was worrying, and even if he had his old prejudices, you worked in a large group, held an important position there, so why not see where it would go?

*************

That evening at Alexandro's, he came leaving aside his prejudices, and after one meal, that image was forgotten. He had in front of him a rigorous, practical, and independent person. Serious. With an amazing quirky sense of humor.

************

The night of the gala, during your speech, he looked at you attentively. Your suit, your tie, your attitude. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans.

That night in his bed, after you brought him home, he thought back to what Tommy had told him, "Everyone falls in love with her." Joel thought about the fact that you had the balls not to stay after your speech, because you did not like the proximity of people. Thought about the phone call you had received.

He took his cock in his fist, and jerked off thinking of you, until he came, growling, sending his squirts on his lower stomach.

************

Several weeks had passed since then, and you had already seen each other far more times than any of the other women he had dated. He loved to fuck you. He loved that you had no limits. He loved how you two  complemented each other physically. But also more and more, he loved talking to you. Loved to know more about you, your way of thinking. He liked your seriousness, your humor. Those times were totally different from when you were fucking. You were calm, poised. And he sought that closeness more and more. Worse, he didn't want to lose it, he who hadn’t had long term relationships. This turnaround puzzled him, he didn't know how to handle it. He just knew he didn't want it to end.

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He had been hard all night at the restaurant since the moment you said you had talked to your ex on the phone. So he drove to your home fast so he could arrive before you, watch you walk up your driveway. He wanted to sink his cock into you, telling himself that during that moment, he would be the only one you would think about.

He had fucked you against your front door, so eager to feel you. He had been watching you, lying on your dining room table, your fingers sliding against your clit, as his cock was thrusting deep into you. He watched you cum and got lost in his emotions.

“Everyone falls in love with her.”

This sentence from Tommy haunted him. What if someone fell in love with you? And that he could no longer share those moments with you?

He who never attached himself, was afraid of losing the feelings that he had rejected altogether until then. And he handled them as best as he could. Painfully, and badly.

You tried to forget the discussion with Tommy. You missed Joel when you didn't see him. But you saw each other often, more and more.

Tonight you were at his house. You told him to sit on the couch, naked. You were standing in front of him in the dark, also undressed. The room was moonlit. He looked at your curves, his cock erect against his stomach.

You planted your feet on the couch, on each side of his thighs and settled down, your knees resting on top of the headboard, your crotch level with his mouth.

His gaze was up at you, eyes devouring you. You caressed his cheek, your other hand pressed against the wall. Joel put his hands on your bottom. You brought your pussy close to his mouth, and he started licking you, his eyes still fixed on your moonlit face. His tongue slid against your slit. You pressed against his mouth and felt your lower abdomen quiver at the touch of his tongue, pressed against your clit, twirling it under the tip of his tongue.

Your moans filled the room and you thought no one had ever given you pleasure like him. His tongue was fucking into you, as deeply as possible.

He reached out his hand towards you and said "spit", his tongue leaving you for a second.

He then took his cock in his fist, and started jerking off. Slowly at first, then harder, as he was fucking you with his tongue.

He growled against your folds. You imagined his hand on his cock, his strong grip, his confident and increasingly rapid movements. It amplified the pleasure you felt.

“Joel, please… my clit. Suck it. Make me come in your mouth. And come with me”

He slid his tongue from your soaking wet hole despite all the attention he was putting in licking everything that flowed from you, towards your clit and sucked it gently. 

He alternated licking and sucking. You felt your pleasure rising.

“Fuck Joel… Yeah, keep going. Go on…oh Joel…”

He began jerking off faster.

You came in his mouth, while he moaned and squirted his cum all over his hand and stomach.

You got off the sofa, your legs shaking, and settled down between his knees. You lapped up the cum that was smeared on him, and cleaned him.

“Fuck… baby...” he didn't finish his sentence.

You came to sit on the sofa next to him, your legs folded under you. He took you in his arms, and you remained entwined, naked, silent. He stroked your hair.

After a while, he stood up and took your hand, “Come with me sweetheart.”

He took you to his bedroom and asked you to lie on his bed, on your stomach.

He straddled you, and spread your buttocks with his hands, staring at your wet pussy and ass.

“ 'm gonna fuck you now… are you gonna be wise, my sweet slut? You gonna let me do it?"

"Yes Joel."

"Good girl."

He entered you with a slow thrust, couldn't resist feeling your pussy before preparing you for what he had in mind. He slid his cock, watching it enter you, shining with your wetness. He went back and forth several times before withdrawing from you, growling at not feeling you anymore.

You were waiting, getting more and more turned on.

He quickly glided his thumb against your pussy and spread your wetness. Going up more and more towards your ass, until his thumb reached your ring.

You moaned under his touch.

He lay down, his head between your thighs which he spread wide, and passed his tongue from your pussy to your ass. He lapped up and down, lingering more and more on your ass. He slipped a finger into your pussy and lingered over your tightest hole with his tongue, until he penetrated you with its tip.

He licked for a long time, to prepare you as best as possible.

He lay on top of you and entered your pussy with a slow thrust, his fists on either side of your head. Your body enclosed in his. He was fucking you slowly, deeply.

He grabbed something from his nightstand drawer, while he was deep inside you.

You heard the sound of the opening bottle. Then he put some lube on his fingers, before coming to massage your ring with it, his cock still deep inside your pussy.

You moaned, eager to feel him in the last hole he hadn't fucked yet.

“On all fours baby” he told you, before applying lube to his cock.

You settled on your elbows and knees, waiting.

"You're so beautiful baby. I'm gonna fuck you so deep. Want me to fuck your ass?

"Yes Joel, please."

"Good girl..."

He entered your pussy deeply, one last time, then he positioned himself against your ass. You turned your head and your eyes locked with his. The tip of his cock pressed against your tight ring, he began to thrust.

You looked at the headboard, and said “fuck, Joel…”

You felt all of your muscles contract against his cock, trying to push him away.

“Relax baby,” he murmured.

The tip finally inserted and you couldn't hold back a scream.

“I know baby, i know. Shhh it's gonna be ok. I know you can take it sweetheart. I want you to take it. Will you?"

"Fuck… yes Joel, I can do it"

"That's good baby. You're doing well."

He kept pushing into you.

“I wanted to fuck your ass so bad. You have no idea how many times I've checked it out. Thinking how good it would be for my cock. But I had no idea it would be that good.”

And he pushed until his balls hit your pussy, and he stayed down. You could hear him breathing heavily, when you felt fuller than ever.

“Fuck… Joel… Move. Fucking… move”

He spread your ass with his hands, watched his cock thrust all the way into your ass, your dilated ring throbbing around him. He took a deep breath to calm his excitement.

He began his movements back and forth, bigger and bigger after each push, until he came out almost completely with each hip movement, to immediately fill you totally again. You gasped, biting your lip with each thrust.

"Joel… too much."

"Oh no, it’s not too much sweetheart."

You got used to his girth, and he started shoving you harder and harder.

He whispered in your ear “I knew you were a slut. My slut."

You bent your elbows, sagging your chest against the mattress and kept your ass up, which he was clinging to with his hands, to the point where you thought you'd be bruised the next day.

Your head was resting against the pillow, your body was a rag doll waiting for every stroke of his cock.

He slid his hand against your pussy and stuck two fingers inside you, which made you moan. "I miss your pussy, but tonight, I'm taking care of another hole" He then pulled out his fingers and started circling his index finger against your clit.

“Fuck… it feels so good, my cock deep in your ass sweetheart.”

You felt your pleasure rising, filled with his length and the sensations that his fingers were giving you.

“You take me so well baby girl, so well.”

“Joel…” you said, unable to speak further. 

“Come on baby. Come on. I want to feel my cock even tighter in your ass, while you’re squeezing me.”

And you came, hard. Your pussy clenching around nothing, but contracting his cock buried in your ass.

“ ‘m gonna fill you up now. I'm gonna shoot my load deep in your ass."

He groaned, fucking you even harder, your feelings heightened, way too strong for your mind. Then he froze and you felt the jets of hot cum he sent deep inside you.

He pushed you forward until your knees gave out and you were lying with his body on top of yours, crushed under its weight.

He clasped your fingers in his and buried his head in the crook of your neck.

The only thought you had was the fear that gripped your guts, of not feeling him anymore. In you, against you. You were intoxicated by him, as you had never been by anyone. And while his cock was still in your ass, the spasms that continued in spite of you only squeezed him tighter, still making him groan.

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You two were at the pub, Joel picked you up after work. Joel had grown accustomed to these outings, but at the same time they contributed to his rising possessiveness. He saw men looking at you way too often.

More and more, he thought his reactions would be better handled if you discussed it. If, maybe, you talked about what your relationship was.

If it was official, he could hug you, kiss you, and show that you were his. He always ended up brushing the idea off from his mind.

You went to the bar to order a drink for the both of you. A guy approached you and offered to join him at his table, which you politely declined. He put his hand on your arm and asked if you were sure. “I already told you no” you told him, annoyed by his insistence.

"Get your fucking hand off her," Joel snarled behind you. You turned around, his imposing broadness making the other man, yet of equal height to Joel, appear ridiculously frail. You had never heard him talk with such a cold voice.

"That's ok Joel, he's leaving" but he didn’t hear you.

"Oh man come on… Just one drink and I'll give her back to you. Unless she wants to spend more time with me after that.  You know…" You rolled your eyes, exasperated that he was talking about you like you weren't there, shocked by what he had the audacity to say, and started to say "listen, man…"

And… Joel went mad. He hit him with a punch that knocked the man to the ground, grabbed him by the collar and punched him again. He shook his hand and grabbed your arm to pull you back.

At first you didn't understand what was going on. His movement to pull you away was too sudden, and you were in shock at what just happened.

You pushed him away and told him "fuck off Joel."

You left the bar and called for a passing cab.

Joel was furious. Furious at that man, furious at himself for letting himself go and unleashing his violent side. He came out of the pub, ran to his car and arrived at your house almost at the same time as your cab.

You told him to leave you alone, and spat back at him, “I don't need a fucking walking red flag in my life.” But he followed you until you opened the door.

"What the fuck Joel? What the fuck?! Are you mad behaving like that? You can't beat his ass like that just 'cause he's being a dick. You can't act like a fuckin' savage. Fuck Joel… You can't pull my arm like that. I'm not… i'm not yours. I'm not your damn property. You understand? I'm no one's property. So go fuck yourself and get the fuck outta here."

He looked at you with wide eyes and all his anger came back.

"He touched you," he growled.

"Do you have any idea how many times men act like jerks? He was probably drunk anyway. And I could handle  it myself. I don't need a fucking Neanderthal man to protect me in a crowded bar"

Tears were starting to appear at the corners of your eyes. it was too much for you. His reaction at the pub, that scene between you, you were cracking up realizing that everything had gone wrong in such a short time. You didn't understand his insecurity and it pissed you off and made you sad.

All of his anger went down at once. He sat down on a chair and put his head in his hands. " 'm sorry. I'm sorry... I... I don't know what happened to me. I... don't know what I was thinking. I'm fucking ashamed of myself. I don't know… I've been so scared and got angry. It was an instinct... Fuck. 'm sorry."

“Scared? What were you scared of?” He shook his head and didn't answer.

You sighed “Joel… you scared me there. Really”

“I'm sorry I... It wasn't directed at you. Not for a moment. I couldn't stand seeing him insisting and laying his hand on you.”

You were lost and didn't know how to react. You weren't used to that kind of rash reaction. Joel had lost control and you weren't expecting it. Seeing him so miserable broke your heart.

"Joel…"

You approached him gently, he took your waist in his arms, put his head against your belly and hugged you like a child.

You put your hands against his head. You didn't know if you were still mad, if you wanted to reassure him, or if you wanted… Something else. You felt the warmth within you awaken.  Felt that shadow jump deep inside you. That darkness.

He looked up at you, you stared at each other for a few seconds. And his eyes went dark. He got up and kissed you gently, stepped back, waiting for your reaction. Seeing that you didn't reject him, he kissed you again, more violently, your face between his hands, teeth against teeth, tongue against tongue. He bit your lip gently then licked it.

"So you're not mine, huh?"

His words made your pussy clentch.

You backed away, gauging his attitude. Assessing if you could go further. If he had regained control. You said "my safe word is "arrow". Understand me?" He nodded. He understood what you wanted. You hesitated a few moments, time to make sure that you were ready to play that game, and if Joel was capable of it too.

"No Joel, i'm not yours." 

You stared at each other again. You lowered your gaze to his lips, and bit yours. He grinned.

Your words confirmed, more than any way you had fucked so far, that there was definitely something dark in you. And that it was not him who managed things between the two of you. It was you, all along. Bringing him where you wanted to go. And he loved that, knowing that you were sure of yourself and your desires, and that you chose him to express that darkness. He felt like the two of you were a perfect match, more than ever. He allowed himself to think so. His insecurity was at rock bottom right now, and he was ready to give you anything you wanted.

"Yeah... well we're gonna see ‘bout that," he said.

He undid his belt slowly, and took it off and threw it on  the floor. Then he unzipped his jeans, without lowering them. He squeezed his crotch in the palm of his hand and walked over to you, ripping your blouse open and popping all the buttons. He kissed you, sliding his tongue in your mouth and mingling it with yours. The zipper of his jeans pressed against your lower abdomen, you felt his cock against your pussy.

He undid your bra and took off your pants and panties. Then he pulled his cock out of his jeans and boxers. You looked at his erect member and bit your lip again. He caressed himself slowly while looking at you.

"On your knees."

You didn't move.

"Not gonna repeat myself."

You knelt down and looked at him. He was still holding his cock in his hand, still jerking off slowly.

"Suck", he commanded.

You dripped your saliva on his cock. You took it in your hand and jerked it off, from the tip to his hand, and you surrounded it with your lips, still looking at him.

“Gonna fuck your mouth” He took your head in his hands, and started to fuck your mouth slowly. He clenched your hair in his fists, digging deeper with each movement. You were still staring at him, until you choked on his cock. You pulled back to catch your breath, then he grabbed the back of your head with one hand, his cock in the other, and slid it down until it touched the back of your throat. "Don't move", he said. You waited, full of his cock, and he released you.

“Get up. I'm not gonna cum in your mouth. Would be too easy”. He waved you up the stairs and followed you, like the first night you fucked, weeks ago. Once in your bedroom, facing you, he pushed you slowly back against the bed, until the backs of your knees bumped against it. You lay down with your legs apart and bent. He took off his pants and boxers and knelt down.

“You’re fucking soaked. Bet you were.” He licked you for a long time, and inserted his fingers inside you. You moaned. “Come in my mouth. Give it to me” Your orgasm floored you, your fists clenching his brown curls.

He licked his fingers, looking at you “Mine". You shook your head, challenging him. Intoxicated by his attitude.

He grabbed you and pulled you up on the bed. “Spread your thighs.” You didn’t move. 

“Fuck… you’re really testing me.” He pushed your legs apart, forcibly, lay down between them and brutally penetrated you. You suffocated.

“Take my fucking cock” He said, as he settled a brutal path. You couldn't speak, only moan, your legs around his waist to feel him deeper.

“Mine?” he scolded.

“F… shit. Fuck… no"

“For Christ sake…” He grabbed you and rolled you back against the bed, face down. His hands spreading your ass, he licked the ring already wet from your wetness which had flowed over it since he had eaten your pussy, and pressed his thumb against your ring. He tickled it with his finger, forcing it little by little until he inserted it in your tight hole. He pulled out, spread your cheeks, spat on your hole and took his cock in his hand

Suddenly you got scared. Of his power, of the upcoming pain. That it would be too much. "No Joel!" You turned your head to look at him.

He stopped immediately. “No?”

You shook your head. He stared at you, stopping time for a few moments.

“Ok baby” He thrust into your pussy and fucked you, slowly but powerfully, laying down with all his weight on top of you. You heard him growl in your ear. Your closeness, his body leaning against yours, made you lose your mind.

“Turn around sweetheart”

And that time, you did as he said. You stared at each other again, but his eyes were soft.

He took your cheeks in his hands and kissed you softly. He took his cock in his hand and slid it inside you, gently, all the way. He moaned longly.

“You’re so tight... So tight for me baby”. He was fucking you slowly, but so deeply. Kissing your lips, your cheek, your neck, your collarbone. His nose brushed everything he could reach. His movements were gentle, but with each thrust he sank deeper, his face nestled in the crook of your neck.

“I'm yours, Joel" you murmured. You heard him rumble against your ear and hugged him tight, feeling the emotion wash over you but not wanting to confess them openly.

“ ‘m gonna cum baby. Come for me please.”

You tilted your pelvis so you could feel the pressure of his lower abdomen against your clit. Savoring the surge of pleasure you felt. He came, sending his spurts of cum deep inside your pussy. His spasms triggered your orgasm and you came hard, while your nails dug into his shoulders.

You stayed like that, waiting for your breaths to calm down.

“You stopped… even though I  didn't say my safe word.”

“Didn't need to. I knew you weren't playing anymore."

You felt your heart flatter again.

He finally pulled out, rolled onto his back, and pressed you against him, your head resting on his broad chest.

He sighed. “I don't know how to say what I want to tell you. I don't know how to talk about it sweetheart.”

“Give it a try?” you told him slowly. 

"Damn… look, I don't do relationships. Huh... usually. But…” He paused, then: "if you want, I would like to try with you."

“I’d really like it too, Joel” you brushed his neck with your nose and kissed it. Your heart was pounding. He kissed your forehead. You stayed like that, until he felt your breathing slow and your muscles relax.

“I love you”, he whispered in your hair, while you slept. You growled at him, and hugged him tighter in your sleep.

He looked at you in the moonlight, relieved that things could be expressed so easily, and worried that his heartbeat was struggling to slow down.

Part 4

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[jeannereames]

I read a previous ask you answered about the Dancing With the Lion books, the anon mentioned that they’d like to see Hephaestion have lovers other than Alexanderos. I was wondering how would that affect his relationship with Alexandros? I know that in ancient Macedonia it was normal to have multiple lovers but I feel a little heartbroken, which I know is silly, that Hephaestion and Alexandros won’t be each others one and only in the books because to me it looked like Hephaestion doesn’t have space in his heart for other people other than Alexandros so I’m wondering how you would go about it and under what circumstances would Hephaestion take other lovers [hoping this makes sense]

One of the things I always try to do in my writing is to portray relationships as authentically as I can. I don’t think that means they can’t be romantic—but in attainable ways. I don’t believe in soul mates, or happily-ever-after. Or rather, I believe soul mates are made, not stumbled over, and happily-ever-after takes hella lotta work. But if you put in that work, it’s unparalleled.

I want the reader to see especially long-term relationships Real. It’s why, I think, some readers are either disappointed or confused by the novels. That they were published by a Romance publisher muddles the matter even more. Romance novels have a pretty specific plot pattern, and Dancing with the Lion: Rise (book 2) plays ALL kinds of havoc with that. There’s a story (a lot of story, in fact) after the boys get together. Elements of insecurity remain, and they aren’t always kind and understanding to each other. It’s not a(n easy) happily-ever-after. They muddle along because they’re human.

That’s because I write love stories, not (R)omances, and love stories don’t follow the plot arc of a Romance. For one thing, they typically extend long after a Romance would end, showing how the couple deals with life, the universe, and everything. In real life, the “crush” phase rarely outlasts about 18 months. So something real had better be there as it mutates. Romances are about falling in love (attraction phase). Love stories are about being in love (attachment phase). Why does this couple make sense past the chemistry of infatuation?

Alexandros and Hephaistion have already begun answering that by the end of Rise.

Partly they’re successful because they have a genuine affection for each other that runs alongside (and for Hephaistion predates) their infatuation. Quite simply, they like each other, as people. And when they make their vow, they commit to working through problems. Hephaistion thinks to himself after that he’s not sure why what they said to each other matters, but it did.

Relationship beginnings are inherently uncertain. Exciting, but uncertain. “Will __ still like me if I do X, or if they find out Y about me?” By taking that vow, each promises they will. Ergo, when Alexandros makes his enormously selfish and stupid decision not to tell Hephaistion something critical (no spoilers), his vow keeps Hephaistion from walking away. Even with the best of intentions, people will do things in relationships that hurt the other person, so a willingness to forgive is one of the most essential tools for making relationships work. The other essential part is being able to offer a genuine apology—which Alexandros does give. This type of forgiveness isn’t to be confused with becoming a doormat in an abusive situation, which is why I note that about offering a real apology (and not making the same error again). But people screw up. Hence the value of a promise that gives a firm foundation in order to trust someone with our Tender Things.

It’s about emotional security…not sexual fidelity. They don’t live in a society the equates sexual fidelity with “true love.” Both boys are actually rather jealous types, but they’re coming to trust the other one means it, when he promises to stick around.

Yes, Hephaistion has a harder time separating sex and love, or at least sex and affection (e.g., he’s a demisexual). But it’s uncertainty about Alexandros’s EMOTIONAL fidelity to him that sets off his jealousy. As time goes on, he’ll grow increasingly confident that he has that. For one thing, Alexandros’s very success increasingly isolates him, but it’s more than that. Hephaistion trusts him and is trusted in turn.

So they ARE each other’s one-and-only, or at least each other’s most important. Emotionally. Connecting that to sexual exclusivity devalues the power of it. There is no Hephaistion but Hephaistion, for Alexandros. Hephaistion certainly doesn’t care about Alexandros’s other women. He might be a bit more concerned about other (freeborn) teens, but only because there’s a potential there (to the Greek and Macedonian mind) of Alexandros developing a real attachment that could rival/displace what he has with Hephaistion. That’s why Alexandros will be quite circumspect, although he’s clear in his own head that nobody can touch Hephaistion. Hephaistion comes to realize this as well. Just as no one can replace Alexandros for him.

If anything, over time, Hephaistion starts to worry because Alexandros is so isolated by his power. What would happen to Alexandros if something happened to him? It's prescient.

[shiracaelum]

Could I get a matchup with someone from vii or ix? I'm a nonbinary ace and I am as pale as a ghost. I have medium length ashy blonde hair. I like to relax but also go riding on my motorcycle when I can. I have a special soft spot for fae creatures and dragons, and I am pretty shy until I get to know you. I also box and help teach self-defense classes. I love to help people get through problems and be supportive of everyone I meet. I just want people to be happy and give them a big hug! Thanks c:

I ship you with

Aerith

she loves to ride with you on your motorcycle at night though the city. she also loves mystical creatures and talks about all the different kinds. always watches you box and train and want you to teach her some moves! when she needs help she can always count on you to talk about it she really wants you to be happy too and gives you lots of hugs!

Garnet

she a little sacred of your motorcycle but she rides one with you she loves it. she like faes and dragons she reads a lot of books about them and recommends some to you. likes how you teach people self-defense she always knows you have her back. shes never afraid to talk to you about her feeling.

[daydreamtofiction]

The Feature V // Benedict Cumberbatch x Reader

Series Overview | Previous Part | Next Part

Chapter Summary: It’s Monday. The day your feature was supposed to be turned in, and you have no choice but to go to work and face the music. 

Chapter Word Count: 3K

Chapter Warnings: Morally-grey reader, strong language, readers must be 18+

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The dusty blue light of early morning melted through the window, making your already blurred vision even more unclear. You blinked a few times before sitting up; your head feeling like a boulder, almost too heavy for your neck to hold, and the side of your face was hot, the crosshatched fabric of the couch leaving an imprint on your cheek.

A soft, wool blanket had been draped over you, making you remember where you were, who had covered you with it. You glanced over to see Benedict sleeping on the other couch, head back, arms folded across his chest like he'd drifted off while sitting up. You couldn't help but wonder if he'd stayed there to watch over you, to make sure you were okay, or if he simply didn't trust you to be left alone in his house. Maybe it was both.

You thought about waking him, but the embarrassment of last night was almost too much to bear; the way you'd sauntered into his house, the hand you'd placed on his thigh, how you'd sobbed in front of him before having to be laid down to sleep like a helpless infant. It was mortifying. In some ways, even more mortifying than the night you'd tried to interview him.

A feeling of disappointment washed over you as you rose quietly to your feet, realising this was probably the last time you'd ever see him. Of course you would see him again, all you had to do was open a magazine or turn on a television. But you would never occupy the same space; you would see him, but he wouldn't be looking back.

You folded the blanket and left it neatly on the arm of the couch, picking up your jacket and slipping it on quietly, avoiding making even the slightest bit of noise and wincing as you pulled the sleeve over your bruised arm.

You glanced over at him again with a sigh. There really was something beautiful about him; something that could never fully translate through a screen or in a photograph. Every angle and curve of his face, every bone and shadow seemed so deliberate, so perfectly placed it were as if he'd been sculpted by Alexandros of Antioch himself. Even with the tan, the facial hair and smile lines, there was still a romance behind the roughness; like marble and leather, glass and stone.

You couldn't leave without knowing there was at least a chance you might see him again. Not for the interview, not to save your job, but because you felt a need to. You looked down at the bracelet on your wrist; a thin gold chain with a small nameplate, 'Quinn' engraved in delicate scripture. You undid the clasp and placed it on the floor next to the couch, making it look as though it had fallen off in your sleep. It seemed stupid, the idea that he would take the time to return it to you after everything you'd done. But there was a kindness to him that you'd witnessed firsthand, perhaps even a soft spot that gave you a small speck of hope.

You crept out of the house and pulled your jacket tight around you, shielding yourself from the frosty November morning as you began to walk down the street. The bitter cold hit you like a hard slap, kicking your hangover into gear and making you want to curl up on the side of the road and die. You needed your bed, greasy food and a suitcase-worth of painkillers. But instead you had your phone, a car sitting outside a pub ten miles away, and a couple of hours before you had to be at work.

Curling up and dying on the side of the road was starting to seem more and more appealing by the minute.

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You collected your car from the pub and drove home, slowly and carefully, fully aware you probably shouldn't have been behind the wheel yet. Your head was pounding, stomach turning like you could be sick at any moment. Throwing up on yourself in your car, you pondered, still wouldn't be the worst thing to happen to you in the last week.  

You got home and made your way straight to the bathroom, undressing as you went, leaving your clothes in a trail behind you through the flat. With shaking legs you climbed into the shower, closing your eyes and letting the hot water fall over you, trying to wash everything away; the embarrassment, the anger, the disgust. But when you got out, it was all still there, along with your headache and a pain in your shoulders from spending the night on Benedict's couch.

Getting to work was a blur. it was as if your body went into autopilot, dressing you in a loose shirt tucked into a pair of trousers and driving you there before your hair had even fully dried. You had no memory of the journey, could barely feel your legs as you walked into the building. It wasn't until you sat down at your desk and saw the steaming hot coffee waiting for you that you finally came back down to earth.

"Thought you'd be needing it," said Nick, gesturing to the Starbucks cup and leaning his arm on the back of your chair.

"Does it come with paracetamol?" you replied, rubbing your tired, sore eyes.

He reached into his back pocket and chucked a small box of tablets on the desk in front of you. You laughed, opening it and popping out two pills.

"So did you give any more thought to what we talked about?" he asked. "How you're going to try and sort this?"

You fell silent as flashbacks to the night before began to echo through your mind:  

I want you to reconsider doing the interview, properly-

No.

"What's done is done," you said, leaning back in your chair with a sigh. "Just got to wait to face the music now."

"Well do you think you can wait to face the music in conference room B?"

You glanced over your shoulder at him.

"I need help with a piece for the March issue," he finished.

You looked across the bullpen to Dan's office and your stomach turned. The door was closed, meaning he was in there, that he could step out at any minute and you'd be brought face to face with him. You nodded, grabbing your coffee and your bag and following him into the conference room.

"Did you hear the Editor's in the building today?" said Nick as he sat at the large table in the middle of the room.

Your face began to flush, anxiety fizzling through your body. "Ellen Ford?"

"Do you know of another Editor?" he replied sarcastically.

Oh shit, you thought. Ellen Ford was like a myth; an omniscient presence over the entire magazine that people rarely ever actually saw. If she really was there, then it had to be for something important, and the fact that you had just lost one of the biggest features in Draft's history seemed like too much of a coincidence for it to be about anything else.

You swallowed down your fear, sitting beside him and pulling your laptop from your bag. It was out of your control, so out of your control that the only thing you could do was ignore it. You would work until they told you stop, pretend everything was fine, like you always did.

"So I'm writing this piece about divine timing," said Nick.

"Divine timing?"

"Yeah, so I got the idea from Lacy. You know she's very much into all that 'trusting the universe' crap. It's like... a force that makes things in your life fall into place at the right time, even if you don't realise it in the moment. Like the universe controls your destiny, there are no coincidences, blah blah blah. I thought it would be interesting to write something about it, like how to trust it, use it, all that shit."

"What if the universe decides to use this 'divine timing' to fuck you over?" you asked cynically.

He laughed. "Then the universe hates you."

"Nice, thanks."

He laughed again. "I want to make it personal. My first piece about me and my thoughts and experiences, as opposed to writing about celebrities and other people."

"You could make it like a love letter to Lacy. A thank you to the universe for aligning your paths."

He clapped his hands enthusiastically. "Yes. Thank you. See, this is exactly why I asked for your help."

You sat side by side at the table, music playing softly from Nick's laptop as you worked together on his piece. You finished your coffee, your stomach beginning to rumble with hunger, so loud it made him turn to you with wide eyes.

"This hangover's kicking my arse," you said.

"Yeah, I can hear that."

You began to stand up when something caught your eye through the glass wall of the conference room. Ellen Ford, walking casually across the bullpen in her tall stilettos, grey hair perfectly styled in a sleek bun at the base of her neck. You sank back down in your seat at the sight of her; so strong and imposing, dressed impeccably in the latest designer clothes, sunglasses despite it being mid-November. You watched as she made her way into a room and closed the door behind her, your heart sinking when you saw Dan emerge from his office moments later.

It was like you could feel his hands on you, his lips brushing your neck, the fear bubbling in your chest. This man was dangerous, you knew that now, and yet he strolled across the floor so casually, smiling and talking to everyone on his way like he hadn’t tried to assault you less than 24 hours ago. He knocked on the door of the room Ellen had just entered, opening it after a second and disappearing inside.

"What do you think that's about?" asked Nick.

"I'll give you one guess," you replied.

Your attention was stolen by a woman walking out of a lift onto the floor. She was short, blonde, talking on the phone and hugging a large notepad to her chest. She took a few steps before turning around, waiting as another person exited the lift and began following her through the bullpen. Your heart stopped when you laid eyes on him; tall, dark hair, serious expression. Benedict.

"Oh my god," Nick hissed. "Is that-"

"Ssshhh!" You waved your hand, sinking down further into your chair.

Benedict's presence was commanding, strong, sexy, almost every head turning to stare at him as he strode past them. He was wearing a pair of well-fitting trousers, a shirt and the same long grey coat he'd worn the night of the interview. You watched him stop outside the room where Dan and Ellen resided, talking to the woman he came in with before entering alone, leaving her waiting outside, still on the phone.

You felt sick, but not from the hangover. Your mind reeling as it began piecing together all the things they were probably saying about you, the complaints Benedict was making, how Dan and Ellen were no doubt apologising for your conduct, promising to have you fired immediately. You took a deep breath, cracking your knuckles and returning to the work.

"Jesus, you're typing like a machine," said Nick after a few minutes.

"Just on a roll, trying not to think about my impending doom."

"What did you ask him? Like, not to pile on you or anything but it must have been bad for it to have ended in all this."

You continued to type, your eyes never leaving the screen. "It's not so much what I asked, but how I asked it."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning I got a bit too friendly with Mr Cumberbatch."

"You came onto him!?"

You rolled your eyes and looked at him. "Do you want me to keep churning out this article for you or not?"

He smirked at you, shaking his head as he returned to his own laptop, like he couldn't believe it, but could absolutely believe it all at once.

Just over an hour had passed, but it felt like forever, your eyes flitting through the glass every so often in anticipation. The lift opened and you watched as two security guards from downstairs came walking onto the floor. Great, you thought, they couldn't just ask you to leave quietly?

But they didn't come for you. Instead they made their way over to the room, speaking with the short blonde woman before knocking on the door. You didn't blink, your entire body frozen, fingers hovering over the keys of your laptop as Dan stepped out. He looked pale and sickly, jaw clenched as he rolled his neck and straightened his blazer, like he was clinging to whatever dignity he had left. He glanced in your direction as the two guards began to escort him out.

"What the actual fuck," said Nick.

You couldn't speak. Your mouth open, eyes wide as you watched Ellen and Benedict walk out of the room together. They talked for a moment and she placed a hand on his arm, nodding and smiling before walking off, disappearing into the lift like she'd never even been there.

He turned to the woman at his side, saying something to her which she wrote down quickly in her notebook. He scratched his beard with his fingers, putting his hands in his pockets and beginning to walk out.

"God the things I'd do to that man," said Nick.

"You're in a relationship..." you replied.

"I'm still human."

You laughed. But you stopped suddenly when you saw Benedict change direction, making his way towards you.

He tapped on the door and opened it, peering into the room. "Quinn, do you have a moment?"

You stayed silent, only managing an awkward nod before turning to Nick.

Nick looked at you like he wanted to stay, desperate to listen in. But you glared back, making him hold his hands up in surrender and walk out, taking a seat at a desk outside and spinning around in the chair to watch you through the glass. Like he had a front row seat to a silent movie.

Benedict closed the door and cleared his throat. "Your boss isn't going to be a problem for you anymore."

"What did you do?" you replied quietly.

"I made Ellen aware of his misconduct."

You let out a breath you didn't even realise you'd been holding, stunned, relieved, all at once.

"Told her I wanted him out," he finished.

"Do you have that kind of power?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Ellen and I work in favours, remember? I said I couldn't support a magazine that wasn't a safe place for its female employees."

"So you just... conveniently left out the part where I... instigated the whole thing?"

"Oops."

You laughed softly.

"So you don't have to worry anymore, Quinn, okay?"

"But why would you do that?"

"I'm a feminist." His mouth twitched, threatening a smirk.

You laughed again, louder this time.

"So I was wondering if you were free tonight?" he asked casually.

Your face stilled with a blend of surprise and confusion. "If I- w-"

"Well Ellen's extended the deadline for your feature until Friday. But I have work commitments for the rest of the week so tonight's really the only time I can do..."

"My feature?"

"You still need to interview me, yes?"

You furrowed your brow, looking around the empty room. "This is some kind of joke..."

"No joke," he replied simply. "Come by tonight and we'll get this done. Properly, this time. No snooping."

"No snooping," you repeated in a whisper.

He nodded, allowing a gentle smile before reaching for the door handle, stopping before he opened it and turning back to you.

"Oh, you dropped a bracelet in my living room last night by the way. Hope you don't mind I've kept hold of it. Safe keeping."

He walked out, leaving you standing there completely bewildered. You watched him until he reached the lift, moving aside to let the woman he was with step in first. You turned to see Nick still sitting in the chair outside the room, exaggeratedly fanning himself, mouthing the word 'hot' at you through the glass.

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Why had he done that?

The question had dominated your every thought for the rest of the day. Was it pity? Professionalism? Kindness? Had he chosen to give you a second chance for himself, or had Ellen begged him, offered him a deal he couldn't refuse? Whatever the reason, you had no choice but to go. You wanted to go; the sickly feeling in your stomach slowly morphing into butterflies as the hours passed.

You spent the rest of the day preparing. You researched him more thoroughly, wrote a new list of questions, even printed off another copy of the information from his publicist, sitting at your desk and combing through it with a highlighter, making notes in the margins and leaving yourself reminders of what not to say. This time, you knew the truth about his marriage, but you were desperate to prove you could be trusted. You meant it when you said his secret was safe with you.

When you got home, you scoured your wardrobe for an outfit, telling yourself you just wanted everything to be perfect, even your appearance, to give him nothing he could raise an eyebrow at or judge you for. But there was a part of you that knew the real reason you wanted to look nice, and it had nothing to do with being 'presentable'.

You settled on a jumper tucked into a short skirt, sheer tights and a pair of heeled boots. All black. You looked in the mirror at yourself and laughed; all that was missing was a beret and a cigarette and you'd fit right in at a dark, moody poetry reading, people snapping their fingers to applaud you as you stood in front of a microphone. But it would do, you thought, slipping on your long trench coat and arming yourself with your diligent notes.

Then you left, walking out of your flat into the cold, dark evening. Ready for your redemption.

[boo-nito-flakes]

honey thighs [bokuto kōtarō x f!reader] -- part two

Bokuto Kōtarō x f!reader

Synopsis: With the deadline for your third year Photo Club exhibition fast approaching, you turn to old projects for inspiration. You get more than you bargained for, though, when that inspiration leads you to a volleyball training camp hosted by your school.

Rating: mature (swearing, implied sex, eventual sexual content)

Word count: 11.2k (part one), 9.9k (part two)

Tags: getting together, drama, light angst, romance, no y/n, Photo Club, Nekoma High, Fukurodani Academy Group, training camp, Kuroo being a little shit, eventual love triangle, unrequited love, pining, original side* characters (*they would take offense to being called side characters), typical third year shenanigans, reader is prone to existential crises, bokuto is the readers muse, big heart eyes for Bokuto, eventual time-skip

A crumbled piece of paper landed in your lap, startling you out of a daydream with a little squeak. Not a crumbled piece of paper. An origami butterfly—a rush job made from notes that were probably too important to be folded and tossed around.

Takami snorted. Propped against the front of his couch, one leg drawn up to his chest, he looked at you with one eyebrow raised. “I asked whatcha got for question four.”

“Oh.” You looked down, pencil absently tapping the side of your workbook, then back up at Takami with a twinge of chagrin warming your cheeks. “I uh, haven’t started that one yet. Sorry.”

Despite your best efforts, the study session was not going as smoothly (or productively) as it should have. Takami had an Alexandros album playing when you arrived and greeted you with a slice of pizza already in his hands. Rock music and greasy pepperoni weren’t exactly conductive to proper studying, but you weren’t exactly in a studying mood, either. Instead of turning the music off or suggesting they save the pizza for when they were finished (like that was even an option), you rolled your eyes and said, ‘there better be some left for me’.

“Seriously?”

Groaning, you stretched your legs out on the living room floor. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m such a bad study partner.”

“Tch. You’re dramatic, that’s what you are.”

“I am not!”

Takami rolled his eyes and pushed his workbook to the side. Impish delight twinkled in his eyes. He locked his fingers over his lifted knee, resting his chin on the makeshift platform, and looked right at you. “Fine, you’re not dramatic. Just a little bratty.”

“Takami!” You hissed, only a little annoyed, a flush dusting your cheeks.

He chuckled and smiled at you. “Sorry—I had to.” He didn’t look sorry at all. The opposite, in fact. “You’re not typically this easy to get all riled up.” He reached over and tapped a finger against your forehead. “What’s got you actin’ like a space cadet today?”

“What?”

“My point, exactly,” He hummed playfully, fingers dusting back across your forehead one last time before he leaned back against the couch. “Did you take too many volleyballs to the head yesterday or somethin’?”

Like it’d been waiting for the question, your phone chimed and lit up with a message. You both looked at it. Takami pulled his hand back, and you reached for your phone feeling strangely guilty.

“I took zero spikes to the head yesterday, I’ll have you know,” You muttered, hoping the playfulness in your voice canceled out the building tension. This was the first time either of you were bringing up the volleyball camp—he didn’t ask to hear about it, and you didn’t offer. “But I did trip over a gross sweaty towel and almost faceplant into a bench.”

“Yeah, sounds about right,” Takami chuckled. The laughter didn’t hit his eyes, but if he wasn’t going to bring it up—neither were you.

“Shut up!” You whined. “I was distracted.”

“Hmm.”

There it was again—Takami’s mask of indifference. Part of you—the stubborn, insecure part that itched between your ribs—wanted to ask if he was okay. Ask what was wrong. Instead, you toyed with the charm dangling from your phone for a few seconds before opening your messages. You didn’t want to fight with him, but more than that… you were afraid what Takami would say if he decided to be honest.

You weren’t ready for that conversation. It was easier to pretend like things were the same as they’d always been. Ignoring him, somehow, got easier and harder each time.

A new message from Bokuto blinked in your inbox. You chewed the inside of your cheek to rid yourself of the gnawing, nervous feeling when you saw his name. The two of you traded a few sporadic texts back and forth the night before, but you still weren’t prepared for the way his name looked on your phone—little owl emoji blinking at you from the too bright screen.

Bokuto🦉 :did you get the pics developed?

Not yet. Studying today, remember? :You

Bokuto 🦉: 😔

To the studying or pics? :You

Bokuto🦉: both lol

Bokuto🦉: akaashi says its rude to message you if you’re studying

Maybe but I’m not really getting anything done. We had pizza so my brain is all cheese and grease lol :You

Bokuto🦉: what! jealous! we just had sandwiches before getting on the bus

Bokuto🦉: describe the pizza to me in detail plzzzz

Extra onion, extra peppers, extra cheese :You

Oh! And a side of mayo. Can’t forget that :You

Bokuto🦉: …

Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who hates on mayo pizza? :You

Bokuto🦉: NEVER. its one of my favorites.

Bokuto🦉: akkashi thinks its gross.

What?! His taste buds must not be as refined as ours :You

Bokuto🦉: yeah! oh well, more for me and you 😃

Me and you. You stared at the words, heart fluttering. The emoji grinned innocently at you, oblivious.

Takami said your name. When you looked up, he was fiddling with the couch cushion—eyes looking anywhere but at you. “Are you talkin’ to Kuroo?”

“What? Um, no.” You pulled a face, your phone dropping to your lap. Even with his head turned, you could see the blush on Takami’s cheeks. It was hard to ignore. You looked away, stomach knotting. Even though your phone lit with a new message, you tucked it beneath the flap of your bag. It was beyond rude to ignore Takami and your study session to text Bokuto, regardless of the situation. Desperate to change the topic, you picked up your neglected workbook and exhaled. “Sorry. Uh, question four, right? Give me a second.

Takami huffed but didn’t say anything right away. The thrum of guitars and drums drifting from the CD player somehow added to the heavy silence that stretched between the two of you. A rift that grew and grew and grew—

“Sure,” He mumbled, voice rough, as he started to stand. “Take your time. The translation was tricky.”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to say anything. What was there to say, even? Takami retreated to the kitchen across the room, head temporarily dipping behind the refrigerator door, and you looked down at your neglected workbook. You tried your hardest to focus, but the kanji still blurred and stuck behind your eyelids. What a tricky translation, indeed.

•••

Reo looked up as you burst through the doors at Tokage Photo Lab, eyes darting between the digital clock on the wall and your chest heaving as you caught your breath. She said your name teasingly, a smile stretching across her face. “Did you run here?”

“Maybe,” You huffed, slinging your bag on the counter so you could rummage through it. The pouch with your undeveloped film canisters wasn’t where you’d put it that morning.

She nudged the strap and rolled her eyes. “At least pretend to be a respectful customer. I know your parents raised you better than this.”

“Are you going to call my mom and tattle?” You mumbled, irritation lacing your words.

It was better to be annoyed than panicked. Like most of your things, your bag was an organizational mess. No—it was a black hole. A portal to another dimension. Maybe there was a spirit that got its rocks off swiping things from schoolgirls. Great. You’d never live it down if your bag ended up on the paranormal reality show circuit.

“Tch. Maybe,” She mocked.

“Ugh. Where the hell is it?” You whined. Your patience was worn thin without losing possibly the most valuable item in your life (not to be dramatic, or anything). It’d been a long day. Most Mondays were, you figured, and it wasn’t like anything bad happened per se. Everything had felt… off… since you left Takami’s the day before.

The door chimed. Takami strolled in, hands shoved in his pockets. Ah, right. He worked longer shifts on Mondays, since club didn’t meet. He looked everywhere but you as he marched across the shiny linoleum to the counter, shimmying sideways through the half-swinging door to the employee side. His bag, much like yours, landed on the counter with a thud.

“Well don’t you look like a ray of sunshine,” Reo chirped.

“Yell at him for throwing his bag around, too, or I’ll think you’re picking on me, Reo-chan.”

“That’s because I am picking on you.”

Takami cleared his throat, the noise overlapping with the sound of his bag unzipping. “You dropped this by your locker.”

He pulled out a familiar banana yellow pouch, and you screeched—instantly relieved. The film rattled when you tugged the bag, pulling it to your chest like a lost child. “Holy shit! Thank you, Taka. I was seriously starting to panic.”

Reo pushed off from the counter with a laugh. “Starting to?”

“Shut up.” You would’ve stuck your tongue out at her, but you respected her enough to settle for a scowl. Besides, Reo was known to tug on tongues. So mean. Instead, you directed your attention to Takami for the first time all day. You avoided him at school, and from the look on his face, you didn’t do as good of a job playing it off as you’d hoped. Guilt crept up your neck, hot and accusatory—you brushed your hair away from the warm skin, looking away. “Really, Takami. Thank you. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I really lost the film.”

“Yeah.” His voice lacked emotion, hard and foreign. He hooked his bag over his shoulder again and started for the employee room, not bothering to look over his shoulder when he said, “Just be more careful.”

The door thudded behind him. You winced—you probably, no you definitely deserved the cold shoulder but it still hurt to be treated harshly. How long had it been since you were on Takami’s bad side?

Reo shifted across the counter, whistling softly. “Lover’s quarrel? I know Takami-kun looks like an asshole, but he’s a big softie. Whatever he said, don’t listen to him.”

“We’re not dating.” At your very insistent declaration, Reo just raised her eyebrows. Why the hell did everyone think you and Takami were an item?!? Stupid—you knew why. Choosing to ignore Reo’s eyebrows and the little voice in your head, the one that said you couldn’t pretend to be ignorant forever, you muttered, “I’m the one being an asshole, anyway, not Takami.”

“Ah… I see.”

“It’s whatever. I’ll apologize when he’s not so upset.”

Reo said your name fondly, clicking her tongue against her teeth, then reached over to ruffle your hair. “Just like your brother—always making things harder for yourself.”

You pouted and attempted to shove her off. “Gross, don’t compare me to him.”

“Aw, I’ll be sure to tell him that tonight.” She rocked back on her heels, big grin back in place. There was something about Reo’s smile that comforted you. Like warm chocolate chip cookies right out of the oven. You wondered if your brother felt the same way, too. “Speaking of—I’m scheduled out of here in an hour, so hand over the goods. I know you won’t let me leave until they’re processed.”

Takami emerged from the back room dressed in his uniform, nameplate shiny and straight, a few minutes after Reo disappeared to the development room with your bag of film in her hands. He looked at you with a long expression before grabbing the clipboard by the register, diving right into his shift duties. Not to be outdone, you huffed and pulled your phone from your bag—making sure your volume was all the way up so Takami could hear the already too-loud sound effects in the mobile game you were playing. Neither of you said a word until she reappeared a half hour later.

•••

As soon as you closed the front door, your mother’s voice rang through your home. You cringed; you’d hoped you could sneak by unannounced and decompress in your bedroom a little before dinner. You felt jumbled up inside—Takami’s sour mood didn’t let up all afternoon, and you were exhausted from playing mental games with him. Or was that guilt, itching at the back of your throat? You didn’t apologize. Didn’t acknowledge him. Didn’t ask the question you feared the answer to. It was easier to ignore the way Takami looked at you than it was to put a name on it.

Calling your name again, your mom beckoned you to the kitchen. You trudged along like you were part of a funerary processional.

“Hey,” You greeted, lingering in the doorway. “What’s up?”

“No ‘how are you’ or ‘did you have a nice day, mother?’” She scolded playfully from the stove, face blurred by the steam rising from the boiling pot on the burner. When she finally looked over her shoulder at you, her smile dropped. “Are you sick? You look a little… feverish.”

“This is just my face,” You grumbled.

Your mom put the stirring spoon down and wiped her hands on a dish towel. “I gave birth to that face. You think I don’t know when you’re troubled, musume?”

“Really, I’m just tired.” You adjusted your bag and took a step back, hoping the extra bit of distance would save you from her worrying. That was how mom radar worked, right? Th farther away, the less she could sense. “I’ll be fine after a bath.”

“Hmm.” For a second, you were sure she saw through your act. But then something soft crinkled around her eyes, and she turned back to the stove. “I’ll keep a plate warm for you in the oven, then. Go on and take a bath.”

You hoped she didn’t hear the relief in your exhale. “Okay.”

“Oh! I almost forgot.” At the sound of her voice, you cringed—freezing mid-step as you attempted to sneak back into the hallway. Your mom’s chin tipped a little as she looked over her shoulder yet again. “Your father is coming this weekend—”

“What!?” You jumped into the kitchen, smiling despite your crummy mood. She really should’ve led with this. “Really? It’s not his usual weekend.”

The spring before your first year of high school, your father received a big promotion at work. The downside? It required him to relocate four hours away to the Nagoya branch of the company. Both you and your brother were starting school—although, he was living in the dorms on campus—and your mother had a nice receptionist position at doctor’s office only a few blocks from your family home. Instead of the whole family moving, your father decided to rent an efficiency apartment in Nagoya and make monthly trips back to Tokyo to visit. Your parents insisted it was for the best—after nearly three years, you still weren’t convinced.

If you’d moved back then to Nagoya, your brother never would have met Reo. You probably never would’ve gotten interested in photography. Never would’ve met the senpais in Photo Club who mentored you. Never would’ve met Emiyo. Itagaki. Takami.

“You think I’d lie about getting to see my husband?”

“Gross.” You blushed, but kept smiling. Your parents were stupidly in love. It made your dad’s move to Nagoya that much more confusing. The first few months, you watched your mom cry every time he left. You couldn’t stand it. When you told her this one evening, all red faced and teary, she held you were a baby and not a teenager and apologized for worrying you so much—promised everything would be okay, that she and your dad were okay. After that, you only heard her cry through the walls.

“You’ll get it someday,” She hummed, moving between the sink and the stove as she drained the noodles. “Just don’t make plans for Saturday night, okay? We’re going to have a big family dinner—your brother already confirmed he and Reo are available.”

After promising you’d be home Saturday evening (as if you’d miss one of the few chances to see your dad) you excused yourself to your room. The second your door closed, the excited smile slipped from your face. News of your dad’s unplanned visit could only distract you for so long. Melancholy gripped at your chest, and with a sigh, you rested your head against the frame.

Things with Takami… were complicated. Everything was so goddamn jumbled, and you had no idea how to fix it. Takami was a stubborn asshole. And although you’d never willingly admit to it, you were kind of a stubborn brat, too. In the few years the two of you had been friends, you’d never seriously fought about anything. You weren’t even sure you were fighting now—just that things were messy and awkward, and you hated it.

You gave yourself a few long minutes to wallow in your misery in the privacy of your bedroom then gathered what you needed for a bath. Way too hot water and a room full of steam was a surefire way to melt your brain and any pesky, negative thought trapped inside it. A nice, long soak was your answer to most of life’s problems. If anything, a too-long bath in too-hot water let you turn your mind off and relax. With a candle flickering in the corner of the tub and a folded towel over your forehead, you sank into the fresh water and let yourself unwind into tingling limbs and nothingness, leaving only when your skin started pruning.

Admittedly, you were still a little confused and anxious when you pulled yourself from the water. Maybe a bath wasn’t going to magically fix whatever was wrong between you and Takami. It was a start, though—you numbed yourself down enough to think semi-rationally about the situation.

The situation.

You couldn’t ignore it anymore—couldn’t ignore him. But just because you recognized Takami’s feelings for you didn’t mean you had any idea how to approach the topic. For the most part, your friendship was easy. Even easier after Itagaki and Emiyo started dating. Like a film carousel flipping, your friendship appeared in snapshots behind your eyes.

Long afternoons wandering the city, cameras in hand. Melting ice cream and sticky hands. Afternoons at Tokage, lip syncing to the radio while you waited for your film to develop. Getting lost in the lights in Shinjuku. Quiet afternoons in the small grassy patch behind Itagaki’s house while they worked on homework. Greasy bags of pork buns and bottled melon soda. Waiting in line at the newest trendy café so Emiyo could get a picture for social media. Spending all afternoon staring at the same exhibit during a club field trip to the Contemporary Art Museum, Takami so quiet and still beside you. Late night movies at the theater closest to your house—the snacks were cheapest there, even if the seats weren’t all that comfortable. Wads of paper launching across the club room, no doubt as a result of some half-baked insult.

Your friendship was easy. The way Takami looked at you threatened to ruin that easy—make it messy. No… things were already messy. You didn’t know how to fix it yet or even if it was fixable. Ignoring it wasn’t an option, but you weren’t ready to confront him. You weren’t ready to hurt him. So even though it was definitely a shitty thing to do… you resolved yourself to ignore it just a while longer. Just until you figured out what to say without fucking everything up.

Plus, you really did want to keep studying with Takami. His grandpa was—if the lecture you received the afternoon before from the older man—very serious about Takami’s grades improving. You weren’t going to risk Takami’s chance to stay in Photo Club by putting your foot in your mouth.

Ignoring it—ignoring Takami’s feelings—were for the best. For now. A while longer. Just until—

Your mom called your name through your door, knuckles rapping on the wood. “The newest episode of Bull Doctor is starting. Do you want to watch it with me?”

Even though she couldn’t see you, you scrunched your nose. There was an obscene amount of homework waiting for you in your bag—not to mention the stack of developed photos you’d yet to look through. Usually when you got film developed, you combed through the contact sheets at Tokage with Takami or Reo. As soon as Reo emerged from the back room today, though, you snatched the little paper bag with your film and threw your money on the counter—demanding Takami ring you up, and don’t forget my goddamn discount. You winced, only a little embarrassed at your behavior. It wasn’t like you regretted it (that much)—he was being an asshole and the photos were too important to you for them to be tainted by his bad mood.

Watching a mindless medical drama with your mom sounded like the best way to distract yourself from the Takami situation, though, and you were pretty good at multitasking.

“Yeah. I’ll be right out.”

“Okay, musume.” There was a smidge of surprise in her tone. You ignored it—you were getting good at that these days. There was a pause and then, “I’ll heat your dinner up for you.”

By the time you finished putting your pajamas on and dragged yourself to the living room, your schoolbag slung off your shoulder, your mom was already settled on the couch under a throw blanket. A bowl of curry udon steamed on the table. Your stomach growled—yeah, it’d been entirely too long since you ate. Groaning, you dropped to your knees next to it and reached for the chopsticks.

Between bites, your mom alternated between scolding you for eating too fast and asking how your classes were. You dodged those questions with finesse—talking about school with your mom inevitably ended with a fight. She wanted to know about college programs and prepatory classes and cram schools and the future. All things you, admittedly, didn’t really care for. You didn’t hate school, just didn’t like it. And you sure as hell didn’t see yourself in college. Not even the fancy art school Takami talked about.

As soon as the last of the broth was slurped up, you reached for your bag. Starting your homework was probably the smartest and most obvious choice, especially with your mom curled up behind you on the sofa. On instinct, though, your fingers danced past the kinked up spines of your workbooks and curled around the photo sleeve.

She said nothing when you pulled out the sleeve, paper crinkling loudly as you unstuck the still warm contact sheets from one another. Said nothing when your breath caught in your throat, eyes widening as they darted across the first page. Said nothing when you squeaked and frantically shuffled through the rest of the glossy paper.

But you felt her. Felt her curiosity on your back. Felt the questions on her tongue.

Deciding you’d rather look at the photos one by one instead of scanning the smaller versions on the contact sheets, you pushed them to the side and reached for the envelop with the photos.

“Can I see?”

You froze, and for a split second you wanted to say no. It was stupid, really. It wasn’t like your mom disapproved of your photography or thought it was a waste of time, like Takami’s grandpa. She just never showed an interest beyond showing up at the yearly exhibitions. These photos were… so fucking special to you, already. You could tell just from a cursory look at the contact sheets. You were proud of them. Excited to go through them and put a story together, selecting the best photos to convey your message.

There was a poster hanging in the Photo Club room; handmade, strokes of kanji on bright white cardstock. A quote from a French-American photographer one of your senpai was obsessed with your first year in club. You’ll never forget the chill that ran down your spin the first time you saw the words—the magnetic look on your senpai’s face when they explained what the quote meant to them. The poster still hung by the door, an unofficial motto for the club.

To me, photography is an art of observation. It’s about finding something interesting in an ordinary place. I’ve found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them. – Elliott Erwin

What if your mom didn’t get the way you saw the world?

What if she didn’t see what you saw?

“Musume—”

There was something about the way she said daughter, tender—like she was walking on eggshells—that made you cringe. You shook your head, shuffling the contact sheets into her hands. “Sorry, uh—yeah. Here.”

Credits rolled on the tv screen behind you, program shifting from one medical drama to another. It was easier to tune the sound out than you imagined; the voices and too-loud sound effects melted to static the second you started looking at the developed photos. Wide eyed and trembling hands, you carefully thumbed through the black and white film. Some were blurry or lit wrong and others lacked pathos. These were all things you could see on the contact sheets. What you couldn’t see on the smaller versions of the photos, however, was just how captivating and kinetic some of the photos were.

Somewhere between shocked and in awe, you shuffled through the photos. You didn’t shoot with any specific direction or subject in mind—that was obvious, at first. Amongst the carefully composed shots of empty nets and open gym doors were frenzied attempts to catch lightening in a bottle. Action shots that seemed like they belonged in a newspaper or a yearbook. They weren’t bad, just underwhelming. Somewhere around the middle of the stack, though, you figured out the timing a little better. Figured out what angles worked best for character studies and not sports photography. Figured out how to see the lightening through the lens and reach for it.

Threads of a story wove together as you flipped. Like a blinking cursor on a word document, fragments of narratives wrote themselves into your mind.

“I didn’t realize you were so interested in volleyball,” Your mom said.

“I’m not. I mean, I wasn’t.” You looked down at the photo in your hands; Karasuno’s libero was almost eye level with your camera on the ground after a failed dive for the ball, face twisted with emotion. You chewed on the inside of your cheek and turned to your mom, feeling strangely vulnerable. “It’s not really about volleyball. I mean, it’s way cooler and more serious than I thought it would be. But it’s like… it’s like, the energy, I guess. The movement? Ugh. I’m not explaining this well enough.”

“Hmmm. I think I’m getting it, musume.”

You flipped to the next photo. Even slightly out of focus, Karasuno’s number 10 demanded attention. Something restless cracked in your chest.

You traced his outline, thinking out loud, “I think I like photography so much because I’m selfish.” At this, your mom said your name softly, but you continued as if you didn’t hear it. “I see things, and I want to keep them for myself. I feel things, and I want to hold onto the feeling forever. It was like that the first time I saw the volleyball team practice. Volleyball is so beautiful and so aggressive all at once. It’s kind of mesmerizing, really, and I just… I just can’t help but want to press pause and keep a little bit of that for myself.”

After what felt like eternity but was probably only a second or two, your mom put a hand on your shoulder and said your name. “It’s not selfish to enjoy things. You have always marched to the beat of your own drum, musume.” She brushed a strand of still damp hair from your face. “Do you remember the summer we stayed with your auntie in Tome when your uncle was sick?”

“Sort of.”

“You were young—five or six. I knew better than to leave your brother in charge of you and your cousins, but the shop was short staffed and your aunt was swamped. Not even an hour after we left, your brother called in a panic. You were missing. You called him a boring butthead and walked right out the front door.”

“Doesn’t sound like me,” You grumbled, red faced.

“Hmm. I rushed back, leaving your auntie alone with a store full of shoppers—”

“Well now I feel guilty.”

“—only to get back and find you a few houses down playing ohajiki with a little old bachan and her cat.”

“The cat was playing ohajiki?”

“You certainly thought so. You refused to go back to your auntie’s until Sakamoto-san promised to play with you more. She ended up watching you all while we were at the shop the whole rest of the month. Probably regretted it, with how much ohajiki you made her play. Y’know, your brother was so mad you wanted to spend more time with an old lady than him.” At this, you scoffed. Typical behavior for your brother… even if he was only, like, ten at the time. Your mom clicked her tongue against her teeth. “My point, musume, is—you have always carved your own path in the world. Always seen it in a special way. I might not always understand, but that doesn’t mean I don’t see you.”

Something thick and heavy lodged in the back of your throat. You chewed on the inside of your cheek to dwell the pressure building behind your eyes and cleared your throat. It was one of those rare occasions where you had absolutely no idea what to say.

Because mothers know all—or maybe because you looked like a deer caught in headlights—your mom ran a comforting hand across your back then handed you the contact sheets with a gentle, “Keep being selfish, musume.”

You didn’t know what else to say but, “Okay.”

She smiled at that, nodding once before pushing the blanket off her lap and standing up. After making you promise to start your homework soon and not stay up all night, your exchanged goodnights with your mom and she drifted down the hallway. Even though you weren’t paying attention to whatever drama ran on the television, you left it running for the noise (it was a good distraction to whatever the hell conversation that’d been with your mom) and resumed your look-through of the photos.

Looking at them made you restless. You felt like you’d taken a few shots of espresso back-to-back: nauseous, alert, and full of energy that itched just beneath your skin. When you got to the end of the stack, you thumbed backwards—stopping when the pad of your finger brushed over the shadow of a head of spikey hair.

It was a shot of Bokuto from the side of the court, snapped the second his feet touched the court after landing a spike. He was mid-cheer, head thrown back as he rested on one bent knee, fist clutched close to his chest. Bokuto’s magnetism bled through the black and white photo, latching onto your throat and pulling you closer. You exhaled through your nose, feeling somehow lighter and heavier all at once, and tabbed back a few more photos until you found maybe your entire shot from the entire day.

It was a photo taken from the opposite side of the net. The angle was only a little crooked, but it kind of added to the momentum of the photo. Because the photo indeed had momentum. Bokuto was arched above the net, body curved forward and a fiercely serious look on his face. You’d snapped the photo the second his hand touched the ball. Your timing had been a little off, shutter clicking a half second too late. The ball was a blur, but it’s trajectory was undeniable—aimed directly for a sliver of empty court between two Karasuno players. Bokuto defied gravity, and you caught it on film. Much like the real Bokuto, the photo-version of him demanded to be seen.

It was kind of late, but you grabbed your phone from your bag (it was way easier to ignore your friends if your phone was out of sight) and snapped a few photos of the photos then sent them to Bokuto anyway. The two of you hadn’t exchanged any messages since the day before, your last messes being your hurried apology for leaving him hanging after the pizza fiasco.

[image attached] :You

[image attached] :You

💥 😃 :You

You tapped over to your conversation thread with Emiyo and responded to her latest text. Before you could navigate back to your home screen, your phone buzzed with an incoming message from Bokuto. Your heart jumped to your throat and you grinned, clicking on the thread with embarrassing speed.

Bokuto🦉: wow! wow!! wow!!!

Bokuto🦉: i look so cool!

Yeah 😃:You

I can email you higher quality versions, if you want :You

Bokuto🦉: yes!

Bokuto🦉: you took a lot of pictures, i want to see all of them

Not all of them are this good :You

Bokuto: still want to see them!

Bokuto: pleeeeeeeease 🥺

Okay okay lol :You

I can start scanning negatives in club this week and upload them to an online album. It might take a few days though, there are a lot of photos :You

Bokuto🦉: that sounds like a lot of work

Bokuto🦉: can i call you?

Bokuto🦉: right now

Holy shit! You stared wide-eyed at your phone for a second, re-reading the request a few times. He wanted to call you? Right now? Scrambling to your feet, you shot off a message telling him ‘yeah but give me a second’—there was no way you were staying in the living room to talk to him—but he must’ve only read the first part of your text because your phone immediately started vibrating in your hand.

“Bokuto.” You cradled the phone against your shoulder and started shuffling the photos back into the folder. “Hi.”

“Hi,” He parroted. His voice was softer on the phone. Huskier. Or maybe he was trying to be quiet, too.  “Why are you whispering?”

“I’m not in my room yet, and I don’t want my mom to hear me.”

“Aw, is it past your bedtime?” Bokuto teased.

“No but I’m supposed to be doing homework, and if she catches me talking on the phone she’ll be pissed so shush.”

The sound of his steady breathing in your ear was entirely disarming. Even though you wanted to be extra careful with the freshly developed film, you were more frazzled than you were patient and they ended up shoved awkwardly back into the sleeve. Still balancing the phone against your arm, you collected your things and shut the living room down at record speed.

“Okay. Shit.” You huffed out a few embarrassingly heavy breaths as you manhandled your way through your bedroom, turning on a lamp and dropping your bag on your way to your bed. You flopped backwards with a soft thud. “Sorry about that. Uh, hi, again?”

He laughed, “Hi.”

“So… you like the pictures?”

“Duh! Of course I like the pictures! Especially the one where I’m smashing the ball.”

“Hmm.” Even though you already knew he liked the photos, hearing him say it was a lot different than reading a text. You couldn’t escape the excitement of his voice over the phone, the low timbre filling you with butterflies. You smiled and absently fiddled with you comforter. “That one might be my favorite.”

“Oh, really?” Sounding entirely way too smug, he prodded, “Or are you just saying because we’re on the phone?”

“Why would I lie about that?” You rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it and teased, “I mean, there are some really cool shots of Karasuno’s first year duo…”

He whined your name. “I want to be your favorite!”

You blushed, your entire body warming. “I said might be.”

“Don’t betray me like this!”

“There is a high probability that your picture is my favorite.”

“You expect me to believe that when I know how bad you are at math? Who knows what your probability line is in this scenario.”

“Wow!” You gasped, unable to help the giggle that followed. “That is ice cold, Boku-kun.”

The shortened name came out before you could stop yourself, and way more affectionately than you intended. From the way the line stilled, Bokuto caught it, too. Of course he did. Before you could finish cringing, he said your name with an excited warmth.

“There’s only one way we can settle the score. We have to go through the pictures together. That way I know your math is right—”

“Based on what I know about your math abilities, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“—and I can see all the pictures you took without you having to do all that work. It’s a win-win situation.”

The restless flutter was back. You curled a hand over your chest, as if to press your heart back into your chest. Bokuto made you absolutely giddy. Alone in your bedroom, you didn’t have to hide it—if anything, you were emboldened by the stillness the night afforded. “Oh, yeah? A win-win, huh?”

“Obviously. We get to hang out, I get to see the pictures from camp, and I can fact check your math. A win-win-win, actually.”

We get to hang out.

You smiled and sat up, scooting until your back was against your pillows. Over the weekend, you learned Fukurodani Academy was a private boarding school in the neighboring Suginami ward. Barely a half hour by car to get to Nekoma High and only two line changes on the JR. (The trip from your house to Fukurodani’s campus only took one line change. Not that you looked.) Meeting up with Bokuto would be incredibly easy.

“Well, when you put it like that…,” You hummed playfully.

“Let’s meet up at a café or something this weekend—”

This weekend? The giddy feeling bubbling in your stomach turned sour, your disappointment growing the more Bokuto spoke.

“—Kuroo’s always talking about this place around Nekoma that does these awesome espresso banana milkshakes; do you know about it? We should totally go there.” You did, in fact, know about that place and yeah… you totally wanted to go there with Bokuto. “I have practice Saturday in the morning and the evening, but we could go in the afternoon. Oh! Or Sunday, but that seems so far away.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun.” You pulled your legs up to your chest, pressing your cheek to the soft cotton of your pajama pants. It was comforting, but did little to mask your dejection. “But I can’t. I mean—I can’t this weekend. My dad is visiting.”

“Oh.” He only paused for a second. If you hadn’t been listening for it, you probably wouldn’t have even noticed. A half breath and then he “Do you not get to see him a lot?” Before you could respond, there was a muffled grunt on Bokuto’s side quickly followed by, “Washio says I shouldn’t have asked that. Sorry, you don’t have to answer.”

“It’s okay. Uh—are you, um not alone?”

The thought of someone else listening to your conversation with Bokuto was mortifying.

“He’s my roommate. D’you remember him from camp? He’s really tall and kinda scary looking—ow, that hurt, jerk! I’m only saying good things.” There was another muffled grunt. You pulled the phone away from your ear with a frown, only lowering it when he sighed an apology a few seconds later. A door clicked behind him. “Sorry. He had his headphones in earlier, I promise. But I’m uh, I’m alone now.”

A thrill curled low in your belly. You flushed, only a little ashamed at how the rumble of his voice saying those words inspired the dirtiest fantasies. You were alone, too. To keep yourself from saying something reckless (you were pretty sure you weren’t bold enough or comfortable enough with Bokuto to do anything too wanton), you immediately switched the topic to something safer. A proverbial cold bucket of water.

“My dad, he lives in Nagoya. He moved for work a few years ago, and I don’t get to see him a lot.”

“That sucks,” He said, voice genuine and soft.

“Yeah, it does.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

If his words were a hand against your cheek, you would’ve leaned into them. You settled for the gentle hums of affirmation in your ear. Bokuto listened tentatively as you told him about your dad’s promotion—the way your mom would cry at night, how for a while you felt guilty when he spent time with you and not her those weekend days he visited but now you kind of resented him for it. He was never home long, leaving you to clean his messes. You thought of the days your mom lingered in bed until noon, dark circles highlighting her puffy eyes—thought of your soft, unanswered taps on her bedroom door.

That last part was something you didn’t even talk about with Emiyo. Bokuto had asked, though, and there was something freeing about whispering the heavy words in the near darkness of your bedroom. Not wanting to be so dour, you told Bokuto about the last time visited your dad in Nagoya. Your brother and Reo went, too—your family spent the whole day exploring the city. You filled rolls of film at the Atsuta Shrine and the Shirotori Garden. You ate goya pizza in the park and ate so many donuts you got a sugar high and almost puked on the train.

He told you about the first time he went to Tokyo Disneyland with his family, and his sister puked on the teacups because she ate too many churros. The two of you traded stories back and forth like deep into the night, neglected homework and early alarms a problem for your later selves. Somewhere along the line, you stopped talking about your family and started talking about yourselves. It was easy to talk to Bokuto; he was genuine, if not a little excitable—and confident in a way that didn’t read as arrogant. It was easy to blame the dopey smiley on your face or the way you eventually burrowed beneath your blanket, wiggling into the most comfortable position, on your sleepiness but you had a suspicion Bokuto’s husky voice was just as much to blame.

You were in the middle of explaining why octopus were definitely aliens when you yawned. Eyes droopy, you tilted the phone away in a lazy attempt to stifle the yawn that would inevitably follow the first.

“Shit. It’s really late. Or early?” Bokuto whined a tiny, gruff noise that sent tingles down your spine. “I have practice in like, five hours.”

“Sorry—”

“Don’t apologize. I definitely don’t regret staying up all night talking to a cute girl. Besides, I’m the ace—it takes a lot more than being a little tired to keep me from being awesome.”

“Hmm. Remember that when your alarm goes off later.”

He chuckled your name. You were still trying to process the ‘cute girl’ comment (you liked to think you had a little more finesse around guys, but everything about Bokuto threw you off your game), and the sleepy way your name rolled off his tongue made your whole body hot and itchy.

“I thought you’d have more faith in me.”

“You being a morning person makes total sense.”

“You’re not the first person to tell me that, you know.”

“I believe it.” You laughed, and it turned into a yawn. “Getting out of bed in the morning is probably my least favorite part of the day. People like you—”

“Hey, hey, hey.”

“—who that wide-eyed, bushy tailed energy early in the morning are terrifying.”

“Aw, I bet you’re such a grumpy bear in the morning.”

You knew he was teasing you, but you didn’t have the energy to be witty. You hummed a quiet, “Yeah, I am.”

Bokuto’s breaths were soft and steady on the other end of the call. For a few long seconds, they were the only thing you heard. Finally, he said, “You should get some sleep.”

“Probably,” you yawned. “You too, though.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“You’re the ace. I remember.”

He chuckled, “Get some rest—I’ll message you later, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

When you ended the call, you cringed at the time. There was no way you could do your homework, and you definitely weren’t getting up early to work on it. As long as you made it to school at a decent time you could copy Emiyo’s answers, though. Before you put your phone down, your alarm already set, you tapped on your message thread with Bokuto.

Sorry we can’t hang out this weekend. I’ll still scan the photos so you can see them all. I don’t want you to miss out because I’m busy. :You

Bokuto🦉: i don’t want to look at them without you

Bokuto🦉: that’s like half the fun

Only half the fun? :You

Bokuto🦉: [image attached]

Bokuto🦉: GO TO SLEEP KUMA-CHAN

It was a meme style photo of Rilakkuma with slanty, angry eyebrows. You didn’t even have time to process how cute the Rilakkuma plushie was because holy shit holy shit holy shit… Kuma-Chan? Little bear? You blushed, hating and loving it all at once. Seriously?!?! Instead of replying, you put your phone face down on your nightstand and buried your face in your pillow.

When you fell asleep, you dreamed of yellow-eyed owls and frowning bears.

•••

“Oi, Anpan!”

Your stride faltered, but you kept walking. You were running late for club. Besides, even if you had the time… you weren’t going to answer to that ridiculous name.

Heavy strides fell in line with yours and Kuroo said your actual name. “It’s rude to ignore people.”

“And it’s not rude to call me names?” You questioned, looking over at him with narrow eyes. He was dressed for practice, in a loose shirt and athletic shorts. You huffed, “Big bully.”

He raised an eyebrow, smirk somehow sharpening. “I mean…”

Right. You were holding two prepackaged sweet rolls; the plastic wrapper in your hand crinkled incriminatingly. Without the inevitable sugar rush there was absolutely no way you were going to make it through Club. Things were still weird between you and Takami, which meant things were starting to get weird between you, Emiyo, and Itagaki.

“Bully,” you said again, sticking your tongue out at him. “Why are you bothering me, anyway? Don’t you have balls to hit or something?”

“Tch. Be a little more poetic about it. You’re an artist.”

“I’m definitely not an artist,” you protested.

“That’s not what Bo says,” Kuroo hummed. You didn’t have to look at him to know he was smirking. “The bastard won’t shut up about you or your pictures.” When you didn’t say anything (because what could you even say to that?!), he nudged your shoulder with his and chuckled, “This is the quietest I’ve ever heard you, Anpan. Cat—I mean, owl—got your tongue?”

“That doesn’t even make sense.” You rolled your eyes at his wiggling brows. At the end of the hallway, one of your kouhai peaked their head out of the club room. When they spotted you, you waved them back into the room, stopping before you and Kuroo got close enough for eavesdroppers. You chewed on your bottom lip and looked up at him, expectantly. “So, what do you want?”

“What if I was just being nice—”

You snorted, “Yeah, okay.”

“—and wanted to walk a friend to her Club meeting?”

“Flattered you think we’re friends, Kuroo-san.”

“Ruthless. I like that in a woman.”

“Is there a purpose to this or…?”

“Fine, fine. I wanted to see these pictures. I wasn’t lying; Bokuto seriously won’t shut the hell up about them.”

You hid your blush with a taunt, rocking on your heels as you sang, “That’s all? Hmm. You don’t look nearly as cool as he does, but sure, I can show you.”

“Oi!” He barked, pulling an angry face for all of two seconds before it crumbled with a laugh. He whispered, “Ruthless.”

The club room door clicked open again. This time, it was Takami and not one of your underclassmen. And it wasn’t just a curious, floating head appearing in the door. Takami stepped out in the hall, keeping his hand on the closed doorknob. Your lips felt impossibly dry, and you weren’t sure when your heart started beating so erratically but once you noticed the rapid thump, thump, thump you couldn’t ignore it.

“Club started fifteen minutes ago,” he said, voice devoid of any emotion.

Beside you, Kuroo stiffened. Out of the corner of your eye you could see his lips forming words. Trying to lighten the tension, you held up your sweet bread, shaking it back and forth. The crinking plastic swallowed whatever Kuroo was going to say.

If you couldn’t ignore the weirdness between you and Takami, you could just pretend it didn’t exist—pretend things were easy, like they used to be—right? You relaxed your shoulders and smiled at him, hoping it came across as genuine.

“I was on a snack run. Start being nicer to me and maybe I’ll share.”

Takami snorted your name and said, “You’re such a liar.” His voice was surprisingly playful, but you couldn’t help but wince. It was the truth, wasn’t it? And you both knew it. “You threatened to stab Aoi last week when she asked for a piece of your Poky. There’s no way you’re sharin’ that with anyone today, let alone me.”

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth and chided, “Definitely not with that attitude.”

“Oi! As fun as this is, I have to get back to practice.” Kuroo propped one hand on his hip and looked down his nose at you, shit-eating grin in place as he said your name. “Show me those pictures later, okay? Considering you’re betraying all of Nekoma by talking to that annoying owl, it’s the least you can do.”

“Now who’s the dramatic one?” You mumbled.

He laughed and started walking backwards, “See ya, Anpan. Later, Takami-san.”

You waved a lazy goodbye and turned to walk towards Takami, but he was already halfway to your side. Before you could finish blinking, he was towering over you. Takami said your name softly. You had nowhere to look but up at him. You swallowed hard under the weight of his gaze, his eyes swimming with something pensive and needy. There was something so familiar about the look—it made your skin warm. He looked like this last summer in your senpai’s backyard… right before—your eyes widened.

He was going to kiss you. He was going to kiss you, and you weren’t going to be able to stop him. He was going to kiss you, and after that… there was nothing you could do to ignore him, nothing you could to pretend like things were normal between the two of you. He was going to kiss you, and it was your fault for not telling him not to sooner. He was going to kiss you, and everything was going to change.

Takami pushed back from the wall with a huff. The wrinkling wrapper sounded so loud in your hands; you gripped the sweet bread so tight, you weren’t sure how it didn’t explode out the wrapper. Takami put some distance between the two of you before he dared look at you again.

You hated the silence, but you hated the way his name felt on your tongue a few seconds later more. It was forced, a wavering staccato that sounded more vulnerable than you intended it to. “Takka…”

“Shinkai has been waiting to hear your opinion on his restoration project,” he said abruptly, gruff voice steadying after a few attempts to clear his throat. “We should head in, while we still have time.”

For what felt like an eternity, the two of you stared at one another. Steady blinks and soft breaths. Finally, you took a step towards him. “Yeah, okay.”

We can pretend like this a while longer.

It was easier that way, you lied told yourself.

•••

Over the weekend, you went to Shakujii Park with your parents to visit the shrines. You sent Bokuto a picture of the ducks in the lake with the message ‘wild animals in their natural habitat’. He sent you one back of Akaashi mid bite and reading from a textbook, the accompanying text reading ‘same here’. You bought a happiness amulet at the omamori booth after lunch. When your mom saw it, she kissed you on the forehead and slipped a Rilakkuma themed charm between your palms. Because I love you, she said. For some reason, you wanted to cry. That night, Reo dissected you from across the dinner table; her eyes were machine guns, boring holes through you as she willed your façade to crack. Before she could ask about the project… before she could ask about Takami… you excused yourself from the table. Bokuto answered on the third ring.

The two of you talk sporadically throughout the week. A few texts over your respective lunch periods. Silly stickers and memes. A pencil sketch of a grumpy bear on the corner of his literature notes. A quick phone call after practice because “Komi showed me this video of a ghost girl at some school in the country, and now I’m afraid to walk down the hallway alone—but don’t tell anyone, Kuma-chan!”. He forwarded you the video later that night. It was definitely probably a fake, but it was still spooky. You slept with the light on and Bokuto’s soft breaths against your ear. That weekend, the Fukurodani volleyball team was participating in some kind of clinic with a college team in Sumida. Bokuto invited you, but it would take four station changes and at least 90 minutes of train travel to get to the gym. You considered going, but Emiyo invited you shopping. It’d been a while since the two of you hung out, let alone hung out alone, so you agreed. She waited until the two of you were on the train home, bags of goodies at your feet, to ask what was going on between you and Takami. With nowhere to escape to, you turned your head and lied—Nothing, nothing at all.

It was the last week of school before finals—two weeks until summer break began. Texts between you and Bokuto were few and far between. You were so busy studying you didn’t have time to miss his messages. At night, though, you realized you did have time to miss him. As much as you wanted to call him, you respected Bokuto’s time. Between club and studying for the upcoming exams, you were exhausted. You had no idea how Bokuto was balancing volleyball, his extra practice (he ran you through his training schedule one night—it was terrifying and impressive), and school. Sometimes, you wondered how he was even real. The day you met him felt like an eternity ago. He existed in slivers of stolen time, black and white images on 35mm film.

That Friday, you went home early from school with a fever. When you closed your eyes, you saw conjugated verbs and broken translations. Exams were always stressful for you, even more so in your third year of high school. There was so much pressure. Pressure from your teachers, from your parents, from Takami’s grandpa. You felt hot and cold and so fucking restless. Your mom spooned nasty murky liquid down your throat then tucked you in bed with a cold compress over your forehead and a promise that she’d be back soon. You dreamt you were a butterfly. You dreamt of rice fields and glossy citrine stones. You dreamt of volleyball, bruised forearms and sweaty t-shirts. That evening, Bokuto called you. You weren’t sure if you were still dreaming, so you melted into the gentle way he said your name. It’d only been a few days since you spoke over the phone, but apparently you on the fast-track to a Bokuto addiction.

“Kuroo said you went home sick.”

“What a gossip,” you muttered into the phone. It was about all the energy you could afford. Plus, you didn’t want your mom to overhear you talking and threaten to take your phone away.

“How do you feel now? You sound like you just woke up.”

“Hmm. Pretty sure I’m still asleep.”

“So you’re dreaming about me, then, Kuma-chan?” he teased.

Because you were maybe still asleep, you didn’t bother lying. “Always, Boku-kun.”

Bokuto took a big breath. Time passed slowly, your eyelids heavy as you struggled to stay awake. Or wake up? You still weren’t sure if you were dreaming. Bokuto said your name again, soft and sweet, and you decided you didn’t care if it was all a dream. As long as he kept talking.

“I dream about you, too.”

When you woke up, it was dark in your bedroom. Your mouth felt like sandpaper, and your stomach ached but you weren’t sure if you wanted to puke or eat your way through your kitchen. It took a few seconds for your eyes to adjust to the darkness—wisps of sleep still clinging to your lashes. There was a glass of water and a few crackers stacked on your nightstand, right next to your cellphone. You downed the water and checked your phone for the time, squinting at the too bright screen. Almost four am… shit. You slept close to fourteen hours; you must’ve been in a rougher state than you thought. There were a surprising number of unread messages in your inbox, but only one drew your eye.

Bokuto🦉: get some rest and feel better, kuma-chan. sweet dreams.

There were two more messages, both sent just before midnight.

Bokuto🦉: can we meet up over break? i want to see you

Bokuto🦉: and i still haven’t seen all the photos from camp… im excited to see them, but more excited to see you

Suddenly, you remembered the rumble of his voice over the phone—the fond way he said your name. Had… had that really happened? You thumbed over to your call log, and sure enough, the last incoming call was from Bokuto. Just over five minutes long. The conversation was a hazy memory. Snapshots, like grainy 35mm film. Still, it warmed you from the inside out. Clutching your phone to your chest, you dropped back down on your mattress and sighed.

You couldn’t wait for summer break.

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Godmother Part two

Requested: i!! May i request a Klaus x reader? I was thinking it could take place after he escaped marcel after the 5 years and when he comes back he falls in love with hopes godmother? She met haley while klaus was away and is a witch or werewolf you decide😁. She immediately bonded with hope and became close with haley and is super nice. He falls for her kind heart blah blah blah 😂 Maybe she even helps train hope and helps her bond with klaus idk you can mix it up Thanks so much love 💖💖💖 

Part one

When you were young you had five siblings. Tabitha, Roman, Elizabeth, Henry, and Julius. You were the second oldest in between Tabitha and Roman. Your family lived liked the Mikaelsons. Your father was like Mikael but he was much worse than Mikael.

As much as your father loved his two oldest girls, he was set on punishing anyone who crossed him or misbehaved. He was known to kill. He was known to beat. Even his own kids. You never witnessed any of it for yourself as you behaved and did anything told.

People would pay him to kill anyone they wanted. He was a powerful man. A warlock. You were the only child to inherit the power of a witch. Your siblings were more of a nonsense to him.

He chose you to perform spells. You believed the balance of nature shouldn't be tampered with, but your father had his own plans. Your father was using you. With his powers and yours, you two were unstoppable.

He wanted to be immortal and the only way was to kill his own. He chose the weakest one, Julius. The youngest and you're favorite.

Your father had him in chains against the wall and with a knife against your throat, you had no choice but to kill him, silently wish a terrible death on your father. Since that night you never saw him again until just recently, outside a shop in the city you lived in.

In sighed loudly at the thought as you sat down in the chair next to the bed you and Klaus shared.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Asked Klaus

"Just reminiscing on memories." You said with a frown.

"I assume it's not good. Darling, what is troubling you?" He asked

"Father is back in town. I don't know his motive or if he even has one." You said throwing your hands in the air.

Klaus smiled at your dramatics, "maybe he doesn't. You haven't seen any suspicious activities, have you? We live in a small town in Kansas. What would he do?" Klaus asked.

Just then you heard the doorbell ring and by the powerful magic, you sensed you knew. "We're gonna find out. No one opens that door!" You yelled at the family.

You ran down the stairs to the front room to open the door. You looked up to see you father standing there. Nothing about his look changed but you hope his views have.

"Daddy." You quietly said. You were excited yet terrified and you knew he could sense it. He was family and the only other with powers.

"Y/N." he said as well.

Al the Mikaelsons stood behind you carefully watching his moves. You looked behind you, slightly annoyed at there overprotection.

"Let's speak outside." You said hastily pushing your father out the door.

"It's been a while, don't you say." He says.

"Over 1500 years." You said crossing your arms.

"I came to tell you your mother is sick. She is dying. There is a curse on her. A hex. I heard you are the only one with the cure." He said.

"How do I know that you're not lying? You killed Julius. You're heartless. Why would you care about mom?" You asked.

"Because I've changed." He said. He sounded sincere.

You looked at him blankety before sighing and letting your arms unfold, "I'm making dinner tonight for them. You may come, bring mom and if my siblings are still alive, bring them I guess. I only talk to Tabitha but lost connection a few years ago." You told him.

"I'll be there and I'll try to gather them up." He said, he sounded hopeful.

You walked back in the house as the Mikaelsons stood where you left them, "I hope I don't regret this." You said walking to the kitchen to find something.

later that evening you had everything set on the table ready for them to come inside. But you waited for what seemed like hours.

"Relax, your gonna create wrinkles on you," Klaus stated, knowing full well you cant age.

"Funny." You said with a frown.

The doorbell rang and you froze in your spot.

"Calm, deep breathes," Klaus said rubbing your back.

"This man is literally THE oldest vampire in the world. Not you and your family or your father. My father, Alexandros Rada, is here." You stated.

"Why are you afraid? You live with vampires that kill. What did he do?" Klaus asked

you looked at him then back at the door. You walked away. You didn't want to talk about it.

The first person you saw was your mom. She looked drained of energy, clearly, something was wrong. Maybe your father was telling the truth. She smiled slightly at you. then you noticed your father was holding onto her arm, she need support to walk.

"Mom?" You asked.

she nodded, o weak to talk.

"I figured if you saw, you could decide for yourself. I changed many centuries ago." He told you as he let your mom sit down at the table. Then the idea comes to you. You knew a spell to see if he was lying. Your mother wasn't, you could sense her pain.

"Sit down." You demanded to your father. He looked confused but he listens and sat down in the chair you had pulled out.

"Hands."You said holding you out so he could place them on them. You said the spell.

"what is she doing?" Elijah asked Freya.

"It's called lying spell. She is seeing if he is telling the truth. Another spell Y/N had made." Freya told them.

"You're not lying about needing my help, but you're lying about something else," you stated slightly annoyed.

"And what would that be?" He still had the sad look on his face.

"You haven't changed a bit and I bet my lovely siblings could tell us that. I know you guys can hear me, come on out." You yelled.

"You found me out," he said with a smirk.

"Ill help mom but she isn't going anywhere. I have been sure that someday you'd come back. Once an evil person always an evil person. Do you think I'm dumb? Your no longer a witch. You may be old but you certainly are not strong. You lost it all the moment you killed Julius." You yelled in anger.

You heard your siblings gasp and saw your mom look up at your father. "Oh, you didn't tell them? I'm sure they also know you stripped away their chance of having powers." You said as you circled your father. You were still fearful, after all, you were taunting him.

"What do you think this is doing?" Asked Alexandros.

"Absolutely nothing. Let's have dinner shall we." You asked.

"Why is her family just like ours?" Kol asked.

"The fight started before dinner, not during." Stated Klaus

"Impressive," Rebekah said.

"Shut up." You glared.

As the dinner went on, it was silent to your surprise. Your siblings didn't let a word slip out.

"It's a lovely place you have." Your mother said quietly.

"Thank you, we built this ourselves," Klaus said.

"Reminds me of our mansion." Your father said.

"Ah yes, the mansion of fears." You grumbled as Klaus put his hand on your leg.

"How long have you and Klaus been together?" Asked your sister. You were surprised to hear her speak.

"Uh, about a year?" You said, looking and asking Klaus. Klaus nodded with a smile.

"How sweet." Your father said.

"You are the same person. After thousands of years, you are the same. I'm glad I left when I had the chance because of look at them." You stood up motioning your hand towards your mother and siblings. Klaus put a hand on your back to sit you back down but you weren't having it.

"No, this is ridiculous. They are staying with me. You may think you are strong and powerful but honestly father, you lost that when you wanted to be a vampire. All your power is in me, combined with mine I am the strong person in this world. You idiot." You said slamming your hands down on the table making your power come out and shatter the chandelier.

Your father's eyes darkened and the Mikaelsons became fearful of what was to happen and tried to intervene, until you said "don't, you don't know what he's capable of. But go ahead father suck the blood out of me. You'll only regret it." You stated.

Klaus and Elijah eyed each other not knowing what she meant. "Do it!" You yelled.

He did it not thinking twice and has you heard the yells of your sisters and mother, you just smirked. You had created a poison which can kill your father and had drink it. You slowly felt his teeth loosen there grip and soon he dropped.

"I have no remorse over this. You killed Julius. You deserve the worse death ever." You stated.

That night you checked on your sisters and mother. They slept in yours and Klaus master bedroom. "I should've taken you guys with me. But just know I didn't leave you behind. I followed you guys, as creepy as that is." You stated.

"So that's who my shadow was? It was you?" Stated Elizabeth. You nodded with a smile as you sat down on the bed with them.

"What happens to Rome and Henry?" You asked.

"They left went father tried to kill Henry. He wanted to test his new vampire skills." Said your mother.

"He wanted to end us one by one." Said Tabitha.

You heard a faint knock at the door and saw Klaus standing there holding a bottle of wine with five glasses. "When Y/N is upset she drinks a lot. We have plenty more to go." Klaus Said.

"You found a keeper," Elizabeth said with a smile.

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Best PC mods for Final Fantasy VII Remake Intergrade - Pro Game Guides

💾 ►►► DOWNLOAD FILE 🔥🔥🔥 Log in. Top Bottom. Hide Images. Gaming Forum. Gaming Hangouts. EtcetEra Forum. EtcetEra Hangouts. Trending Threads. Latest threads. Open new ticket Watched. Final Fantasy 7 Remake: Intergrade steam page up. Thread starter Lashley Start date Jun 16, Forums Discussion Gaming Forum. JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding. You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly. You should upgrade or use an alternative browser. Prev 1 … Go to page. First Prev 17 of 18 Go to page. Giveaways View all 1 threadmarks Reader mode Recent threadmarks 5 gifts from Kromis. Nikokuno Unshakable Resolve Member. Jul 22, Shona said:. Here's what I did for my game. It's almost completely eliminated stutters for me so far on my setup Ti, Ryzen 7 X 8-Core at 3. I don't think I'm forgetting any steps, but make sure to look over the mods' pages if you run into any issues. I'm just following what was mentioned on them. I'm by no means smart about this stuff lmao. EDIT 2: Restarted my game and it's fine now Click to expand Oct 27, 15, Nikokuno said:. Game doesn't load, running seemingly Green state, info in my Steam show i'm playing but nothing on screen. Did you make sure to tell Steam to run it in DX11? JoanneAlley Member. Jun 9, Dust said:. Alexandros said:. SunshinePuppies said:. Even on EGS that has to mean something. RubberStamp said:. There is no proof of this being true. I don't believe we get platform based sales breakdowns for large games. So saying that a small indie game performed worse on EGS when it was available on steam so a AAA game that was exclusive to the store did bad as well is disingenuous. FF7 has been in the top sellers list of EGS for a while. So there is no reason to assume that it did extremely poorly there unless someone has some actual figures to say otherwise. Really wish you could move the camera further away from the character. You can barely get it away from them. Last edited: Jun 19, Jun 24, 1, California. Game is running so much better now. Polyh3dron Prophet of Regret Banned. Oct 25, 6, Haven't installed any mods though. Shinobido Heart Member. Dec 23, 5, After switching to DX11, the game runs relatively smooth, still some micro stutters in certain areas. Most likely to load assets, but it's small enough to make me barely notice. Probably G-Sync helps too. Just add -d3d11 to the games launch options on Steam. Theiea Member. Oct 27, What size is it on Ps5? Jinroh Member. Oct 28, 1, Lausanne, Switzerland. Why does DX12 always suck so much? Altezein Member. Mar 21, 2, Buenos Aires, Argentina. Theiea said:. Chance Hale Member. Oct 26, 9, Colorado. The motorcycle section legitimately looked like cg, game looks so much better than the ps4 version. Kromeo Member. Oct 27, 13, I played up to sector 7 slums and it seems to run fine, not noticed any stutters. The controls feel a bit different, it's more difficult getting Cloud to line up with switches and stuff lol. Prelude Member. Oct 25, 1, Jinroh said:. Oct 26, 3, Denmark. So I got a gameplay question, because I feel like I'm either reading this wrong, or very, very right. The bonus accessory, the Seraphic Earrings, say that they can revive a character that gets KO'd, but unlike the ones you can buy, they don't break on use. Does that mean "once per battle" or does it really mean "immunity to Game Over"? The latter is what it says to me, but that can't be right, can it? Galaxea Member. Oct 25, 1, Orlando, FL. This games hdr mode is excellent and it looks way worse without it. Kuro Member. Oct 25, 12, McNum said:. Kuro said:. It probably only activates once per battle but you don't have to worry about buying another after like the Revival Earrings. I think that item is just some packed in DLC to make the game easier if you want. Mocha Joe Member. Jun 2, 3, While it could go up tomorrow or this week, seems unlikely. Did way better than I thought it would but man, Square Enix just missing out on tapping into the potential of the PC market. DeadlyVenom Member. Apr 3, 1, Oct 25, 1, Boise, Idaho. JoanneAlley said:. I swear there's a cheatengine table out there that fixes this but i can't find it. Galactic Specter Member. Oct 28, 4, I've been having fun playing this game for the first time on Steam but it's a bummer knowing the next chapter is gonna be another 2 years late port following PS5 exclusivity and EGS exclusivity. Sambumbia-PR Member. Dec 23, Last edited: Jun 20, Duxxy3 Member. Oct 27, 16, USA. Oct 26, 18, Duxxy3 said:. I would like to say the sooner DX12 dies the better, but who knows if DX13 will be even worse. Maybe DirectX versions will be like versions of windows. Where every other version is good. May 31, 1. Woah I can't even quote the above post. This is what I got from google translate in simplified Chinese: "I had a great time playing the game on Steam for the first time, but it's a shame to know that the next chapter will be another 2-year delayed port following the PS5 exclusive and EGS exclusive. Capcom and Bandai have yet to release any games on EGS". Finaika Member. Dec 11, 7, DX12 is fine, developers implemtations are the issue. As Dictator and other DF members discussed before many developers just do things old way and DX12 doesn't like that. So basically devs are not implementing DX12 as it's meant to be implemented and that causes issues. Dec 4, Anyone know if ffviihook prevents you from getting Steam achievements? Finaika said:. Arsene no Kiseki Member. Oct 25, 4, Canada. Mahonay Member. Oct 25, 31, Pencils Vania. Arsene no Kiseki said:. It doesn't. Oct 25, 4, FinFunnels Banned. Oct 27, 5, Seattle. Ever since I switched textures to Low and set FPS cap to , the game has been running significantly better for me. Before switching the settings, the chapter 1 boss fight was a slideshow at times. But now I'm consistently staying above 60 FPS and the stutters are occuring way less frequently usually occurs during cutscene transitions, sometimes when entering new "rooms" during gameplay. Oct 27, 2, Seattle, WA. Earvin Infinity said:. Koklusz Member. So I've managed to mostly get rid of the stutters on my ti as evidenced by the video below: Max settings except NPC density at 7, p in game but renders at p internally and upscales using 15 tap Lanczos, looks perfectly sharp on my TV when view from couch pretty much PS5 performance mode settings. After some tweaking, I don't have any stutter. The slums is nice and smooth. Feels great when the game is smooth, but fuck square for such a shit-tier port. This is their flagship franchise, should have been a S-tier port. Oct 25, 2, United Kingdom. Mecha Meister said:. Thankfully the development team finally patched the performance issues I mentioned last year, it's not flawless but I would argue that performance is similar to that of the 1. Edit: Here's a discussion about it on the Steam forum, some people are still reporting stutter issues. Stutter is fixed and now the game plays fine. I don't know if they removed Denuvo or not, but at least it's a good time to play it for those who had problems in previous versions. Nov 8, 8, It's really unfortunate, especially since this isn't their first foray into PC games, FFXV was developed by a different studio but they really meant business with the PC version, that game did have problems of its own though. Linus Member. Oct 29, 13, Wasn't horizon pretty bad at launch? Linus said:. FF15 PC version had a lot of options that were exclusive to PC which is nice, but I don't think it was a particularly good port. The game was basically broken for over a year, because an update broke something and the game became such a stuttery mess that people were downgrading their versions just to play. It was worse than FF7R's stutters, because it was constant. They patched it eventually, but even as is, the game just doesn't really run all that well. I replayed it a few weeks ago on an RTX and the performance is just wildly inconsistent, spent way too much time in the grpahics menu trying to find good settings to make the game stable in all areas. I don't know what they did, but they've actually broken the game, it stutters like crazy on the latest version. I forgot to post in this thread that I managed to get the game to run a lot smoother on my i7 K before my motherboard bit the dust, I rolled back to the 1. Before updating the game, the stuttering was so bad that I reinstalled Windows wondering if something had gone wrong with my installation. I downgraded the game and it ran so much better. That's how I knew something was seriously wrong. Then when I downgraded the game it was like I installed new hardware with how much smoother the game ran. Even on my new Ryzen 5 CPU the new version has a lot more stuttering This is without Special K , and the older version runs so much smoother. This game had so much potential, it's a shame they have seemingly ceased development of it, especially after they broke fucking game on PC. Apologies for my language. Please, Square Enix. I beg you release a new patch and fix the latest PC version of the game. Edit - I've expanded my post. Alvis Saw the truth behind the copied door Member. Oct 25, 8, It no longer looks like it's running at sub-native resolution. I also disabled the film grain and motion blur. The problem with TAA disabled is the hair In motion, it looks like it's vibrating lol. GhostTrick Member. Oct 25, 10, Alvis said:. GhostTrick said:. Sambumbia-PR said:. I guess I could try that. Koklusz said:. 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[thefemalethatwrites]

Canary Arrow (Jason Todd x Reader) Part 1

Request: No

Prompt: You come back from the future with Impulse (Bart Allen)

Relationship: Jason Todd x Reader, Father! Green Arrow/Oliver Queen x Daughter! Reader, Mother! Black Canary/Dinah Lance x Daughter! Reader

Warning: Cursing, Death, Mentions of Death, Torture, Mentions of Torture

Word Count: 4212

A/N: I think I may have gone overboard with this one but my fingers wouldn’t stop typing, so I had to spilt it into two parts. Anyway enjoy, and please request.

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(Y/N)’s POV

I fired an arrow into the back of the attacker’s skull,

“You killed him!” Bart exclaimed,

“You’re welcome” I say as I pulled the arrow out, “Admin, give me the status!” I ordered through the com as I smacked another attacker around the face with my bow,

“It’s at 98%” Admin replied,

“Titan!” I yelled gaining his attention, “You alright to handle this?” I asked mentioning the remaining attackers,

“Go” He said as he charged the group of attackers,

“Time to go” Bart said as he picked me up and ran us down to the basement,

“I’ve told you a thousand times not to carry me like that Allen!” I scolded as I pulled myself from his arms,

“It’s the fastest way for us to travel without you getting whiplash” He explained, I rolled my eyes

“A minute left Canary” Admin announced, Red Hood approached me

“Keep them all safe for me” I say,

“Like they’re my own family” She said before she tackled me with a hug, “Stay safe (Y/N)” She whispered,

“You’re the one in more danger, Lian” I sighed pulling away from her, she chuckled

“Say hi to younger me, that way I’ll know you got there safe” She demanded,

“Canary, Allen it’s ready” Admin said, I approached Admin who had tears in his eyes

“Give them hell amigo” I say,

“Don’t I always” He smirked, I ruffled his hair earning a groan,

“Time to go” Bart said as he picked me up and ran us through the machine, we arrived and was met by Kid-flash, Robin, Nightwing and Beast-boy, “We’re here!” Bart announced, I pulled myself from Bart’s hold and smack him over the head before he began running around the place

“Impulse, I like it” He said and gushed about how ‘crash’ everything was, as KF, Robin and BB were trying to catch him

“Nightwing, on your right in three, two, one” I say and he barged Bart off his feet and cuffed “Don’t even think about coming near me with them things” I say as Robin came towards me with cuffs in his hands,

“It’s precaution” He stated,

“And so’s this arrow that’s about to go through your skull” I threatened as I aimed at him,

“Keep a close eye on her” Nightwing ordered as he left the room, I retracted the bow string and relaxed as Nightwing came back with a glass of water,

“Coming from the future must have been thirst work. Would you like a drink?” He offered, Bart accepted

“Such a Dick Grayson move” I smirked,

“You know?” He asked

“Yep. Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing, Tim Drake, aka Robin, Garfield Logan, aka Beast-boy, and Wally West, aka Kid-flash” I say,

“And you are?” Wally asked as he came over to me,

“(Y/N) (L/N), also known as the Canary Arrow. Then we’ve got Bartholomew Allen the second-”

“Bart Allen!” He yelled cutting me off, I narrowed my eyes at him,

“Grandson of Bartholomew Allen the first, aka the Flash” I introduced before the system announced someone was coming into the base, so Bart phased out of his cuffs and took off running, he was closely followed by Garfield and Wally chasing him, I sat down and twirled an arrow around in my hand as I watched Dick track Bart, “He’s heading to Central City to meet Barry” I state gaining both of their attention,

“Haven’t you got someone you want to meet? Parents?” Dick asked,

“My parents are dead to me” I scoffed,

“Oh…” He trailed off,

“Aren’t you going to tell Bruce or any other Justice League members of this conundrum?” I asked.

“We can handle this ourselves” Kaldur said as he entered the room,

“Hey Waterboy’s joined the party” I mocked,

“It’s Aqua-lad” He stated

“Oh, I know. I just like to piss off; the Justice League, Young Justice, Teen Titans, Outlaws” I point out,

“And you’re still alive?” Tim asked,

“No I’m a figment of your imaginations, of course I’m still alive because none of you bums can catch me in the future” I bragged, Dick sighed

“We may have to get Batman involved with this one” He said mentioning me, I stopped twirling the arrow and put it away before standing up,

“Shall we go?” I asked

“Robin you stay here. I’ll drop her off at the Cave” Dick ordered as he led me towards the Zeta tube, we went through and arrived in the Bat-cave,

“Nightwing” Alfred greeted,

“She knows Alfred. This is the Canary Arrow, (Y/N) (L/N), she’s from the future” Dick introduced me as he put me inside the holding cell, “Could you keep an eye on her until Bruce comes back?” Dick asked,

“Of course” He answered as Dick went back through the Zeta tube,

“He doesn’t trust me, does he?” I asked,

“Not in the slightest. But I wouldn’t blame him since you’re not giving him your real name” He answered, I dropped my bow and arrows on the bed,

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Alfred. I’ve given him my name” I say,

“Canary Arrow? That makes me think that you’re a protégé of the Black Canary and the Green Arrow. Miss Queen” He said, I glared at him before kicking the door open, 

“I’m not a Queen. Not anymore” I growled as I stood in front of him, “You tell a soul who I am, you’ll end up with arrows as eyes. Understood?” I threatened,

“Your secret is safe with me” he said seeming un-phased by my threat,

“You’re not scared” I say tilting my head,

“I haven’t been scared of death for a while” He stated, I hummed and went back into the cell,

“You can go back to your duties Alfred, I won’t leave” I sighed as I sat on the bed, static filled my ear making me raise an eyebrow

“Red...too many…No!” Admin’s voice rang through my com, my eyes widened

“Admin? Red? Can you hear me?” I asked,

“Canary? I thought you went to the past?” Lian asked,

“I am. The com’s still working, what’s going on?” I reply,

“Press the button on your com, you’ll see what I’m seeing” Admin said, I did so, and my eyes widened at the scene, they were being swarmed by the attackers,

“Surrender or die!” Someone ordered as Titan was brought forward,

“Haven’t you heard who we are? We’re Misfits, we fight until death” Titan said as he broke free of their grip and fought against them, his nape was slice revealing his natural form inside,

“Arron…” I whispered,

“I’m sorry Canary. Thanks for giving me a family” He said before his throat was sliced,

“No!” Lian yelled as she fired multiple of bomb arrows at the attackers,

“Lian pull back! That’s an order!” I yelled as she was getting surrounded, “Admin, get her out of there!” I ordered as her bow was kicked from her hands and she was restrained and brought in front of the leader, Admin was quick to move as he took down most of the attackers but stopped dead in his tracks and looked down to see a dagger in his chest,

“Admin!” Lian screamed,

“I’m sorry, Canary” He whispered,

“No, you did your best Alexandro. I couldn’t be prouder. Until we meet again amigo” I smiled, he looked up towards Lian who had a pistol aimed at her head,

“You’ll die like the rest of your pathetic friends” The leader growled,

“I’ll see you soon, Canary” She smiled before the trigger was pulled and she dropped to the floor, I pulled the com out of my ear and smashed it, I stood up and punched the cell wall while letting out a frustrated scream, which amplified to a canary cry shattering the glass,

“Dick informed me that we had a guest, I didn’t expect them to be a meta though, a strong one at that” Bruce said making me turn around to see him and Alfred stood there,

“I didn’t hear you come in” I say picking my arrows and bow up,

“You were talking to someone” He stated,

“My team from the future. My com was still hooked up to them and well…yeah” I sighed,

“It’s fine. Are you alright?” Bruce asked, I nodded

“Other than feeling a little pissed off, yeah” I say as I followed him to the computer,

“So, your name’s (Y/N) (L/N)?” He questioned, I sighed

“No, it’s (Y/N) Queen, daughter of Oliver Queen and Dinah Lance, but go by (Y/N) (L/N) since I disowned them” I explained, he nodded

“(Y/N) (L/N), it is. And you go by Canary Arrow” He said as he filled out a file on the computer,

“Correct” I comment,

“You have a Canary cry, any other superpowers or abilities?” He asked,

“Self-healing abilities” I answered, he raised an eyebrow, so I took a bat-rang off him and cut the palm of my hand, only for it to heal up moments later.

“One less person I have to stitch up” Alfred commented making me chuckle before a signal popped up on screen,

“The Outlaws? I don’t have time for these” Bruce growled,

“I can deal with them” I state, the two of them turned to me “You’re busy, I can deal with them, don’t worry, I won’t kill them. It could mess up the future if I do” I say,

“Alfred guide her through the com, I need to get back to the Justice League” Bruce ordered as he handed me a com, I placed it in my ear and headed over to the motorcycle,

“Send me the co-ordinates” I say before setting off out, I arrived at the location and heard the gunshots and explosions inside,

“Are they there still, Miss?” Alfred asked,

“Yeah, they are, and making a lot of noise. Y’know, you don’t have to call me ‘Miss’, Canary’s just fine Alfred” I say as I scaled the building,

“If you wish, I’ll call you that” He replied, I sat on the edge of the building as the Outlaws were finishing up, they all gathered in the middle and began conversating,

“Well, I must say, I’m impressed” I called down still hiding in the shadows, they all went into defensive mode making me chuckle.

“Show yourself!” Red Hood yelled,

“Not yet. Now, who’ve we got here; Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran, aka Starfire, Roy Harper aka Speedy-”

“It’s Arsenal!” He yelled cutting me off, I restrained myself from laughing,

“God, I’ve missed pissing you off” I smirked as I jumped off of the roof, “And finally, Jason Todd, aka Red Hood” I say,

“How do you know us?!” Jason yelled,

“I’m an acquaintance from the future” I explained as I stalked them still in the shadows,

“Star, light them up” Jason ordered and seconds later Kori was shooting her beams into every shadowy place to the eye, I fired an arrow at her and covered her body, minus her head, in ice

“You, my flaming friend need to chill out” I say as I came out of the shadows,

“She’s hot” Roy commented making me cringe,

“Please don’t say that. You’re Lian’s dad” I say which earned him aiming at me,

“How do you know of her?!” He questioned, I sighed resting a hand on my hip,

“Do you not listen? I’m from the future, your daughter; Lian Harper, was the closest person I had to a friend” I say, he shot the arrow that narrowly missed my face, I glared at him as I felt the cut heal, his face dropped

“Please tell me that someone else saw that” He pleaded.

“No, I did too” Jason said,

“Who are you?” Kori asked,

“Canary Arrow” I introduced as I shattered the ice covering her body,

“Canary! Do you copy?!” Bruce yelled in my ear,

“Ow. Was they any need to yell?!” I snap,

“You weren’t answering, plus Impulse told your parents about you” He said,

“Allen did what?!” I growled as I made my way back towards the bike,

“Hey! Where are you going?!” Jason yelled,

“To kick my cousins ass. I’ll find you again to chat” I answered as I drove back to the Cave, I got in and was greeted by the Justice league, “Where is he?” I growled as I walked towards them,

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. Y’know how I talk and I don’t shut up-” Bart was cut off by me punching him,

“You’re about to die here Allen, say your goodbyes” I growled,

“(Y/N) please” he begged as he used his speed to avoid my attacks, I growled and tripped him up with my bow and held it against his throat,

“(Y/N), that’s enough” Oliver ordered as he placed a hand on my shoulder,

“Oliver, bad idea” Barry said before I knocked him on to his knees and strangled him with my bow,

“Ollie” Dinah said he cover his ears as she used her canary cry towards me, I retaliated with my own canary cry, the other members held their ears groaning in pain as they fell to their knees, eventually my cry over-powered hers and she fell to the floor, I stopped and kicked Oliver to the ground beside her,

“(Y/N), they’re your parents!” Bart exclaimed as he scrambled to his feet,

“No they’re not!” I snapped turning to him,

“I see she has your cry and style” Oliver groaned,

“And your fighting style” Dinah replied as they all got to their feet,

“Trust me, I can do more than shoot an arrow” I scoffed,

“Show me” She demanded,

“How old’s Connor?” I asked,

“Three” She answered,

“I’m not fighting you” I state,

“Why? Scared?” She taunted, I rolled my eyes

“Because you’re four months pregnant with myself” I answered, her eyes widened

“But I haven’t-”

“You never did experience morning sickness or the mood-swings or me kicking your insides” I explained cutting her off,

“I…” She trailed off,

“What happened to you for you to hate your parents?” Clark asked, I glared at him

“I trusted them, and they left me to die!” I yelled, all their expressions dropped,

“I thought you didn’t like them because you weren’t their favourite” Bart whispered,

“That was me sugar-coating it for you” I replied before making my way out of the cave.

***

I was sat on a ledge of the church tower, I felt someone approaching me making me aim my bow at them,

“Oh, it’s you” I say to Bruce as I relaxed, he sat next to me,

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked,

“About what? How I almost killed my family?” I questioned,

“Your death” he answered, I remained silent as I stared out across Gotham,

“Don’t you have criminals to put away?” I scoffed,

“Yes but I need to make sure that you’re alright as well” He replied,

“Why?” I sighed,

“Because you need guidance” He said, I rolled my eyes

“And you’re the one to give it to me?” I say raising an eyebrow,

“Possibly. If you need a place to stay you’re al-”

“Always welcomed to the Manor. I know, you’ve told me before, Uncle Bruce” I finished off,

“I have?” he asked,

“Future you has” I answered standing up, he gave a small smile,

“I’m going to do patrol then I’ll be home, if you decide to come” He announced before jumping off, I sighed and jumped off myself, I walked across rooftops looking through windows of apartments seeing what a typical family looked like, however I stopped when I noticed Roy, Jason and Kori passed out on the couch while a young Lian played in another room, I smiled slightly before jumping over to the ledge outside the room Lian was playing in, I knocked on it gaining her attention, she came over to it with caution and opened it,

“Hello” She said,

“Hello Lian” I smiled,

“How do you know my name?” She asked.

“It’s not safe to tell you that while I’m out here, may I come in?” I asked, she thought about before moving out of the way allowing me to climbing inside, I closed the window and turned to her removing my mask, “My name is (Y/N) (L/N) and I know your name because I come from the future” I introduced, her eyes widened

“Really?” She said, I nodded “What am I like?” She asked as she sat me down on her bed and sat cross-legged in front of me,

“You kick ass” I answered, she smiled brightly at me before I heard the front door open making me raise an eyebrow “Who else knows about this apartment?” I whispered as I stood up,

“Just me, Dad, Uncle Jay and Aunt Kori” She answered, I put my mask on and prepared an arrow,

“Do me a favour and open your door on the count of 3, okay?” I asked, she nodded and prepared herself, “1. 2. 3” I say, she pulled open the door and scouted the front room finding no one, I hummed as I put the arrow away, “Lian. Pack some essentials” I ordered,

“Okay” She replied, I did another sweep over the room and heard beeping, I flipped the couch and found a bomb, my eyes widened as it only had ten seconds left, I ran back into Lian’s room picking her and her bag and jumping out of the window, a second later the bomb exploded, I landed on my back on top of a car with Lian shaking on top of me,

“You okay?” I asked, she slowly nodded as I sat up groaning, “Come on, I know somewhere safe” I say as I got off the car and held her hand,

“Where’s Daddy?” She asked as we made our way down the street,

“Your Dad’s been kidnapped, along with your Uncle Jay and Aunt Kori” I replied, we arrived at one of Jason’s many safe-houses, I pick-locked my way in and locked it behind us,

“Where are we?” Lian asked as I turned on the lights,

“One of Jason’s safe-houses” I answered removing my mask, bow and arrows, “B? You there?” I asked as I held a finger against my com, it was quiet for a few moments,

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Bruce answered, I sighed in relief,

“Yeah, I’m fine. Listen, I need you to come to my current location ASAP. I’ve got a small friend, I need you to look after while I get her Dad back” I say smiling at Lian as she put on a red cape,

“Who do you need Batman or Bruce?” He asked,

“Either, I don’t think it’s going to matter” I answered, “Batman it is then” He replied, I cut off with him and turned to Lian, “Hey Lian” I say crouching down to her level,

“What’s up?” She asked,

“Batman’s going to come over to keep you company while I go get your Dad” I say,

“(Y/N)” Bruce said, I stood up and faced him

“I’m glad you came. This is my friend, Lian” I introduced, he nodded

“It’s nice to meet you, Lian” He said,

“I’m going now. I’ll be back soon” I say as I picked up my mask, put it on and headed out, I made my way straight into Black Mask’s territory, and was immediately swarmed by his henchmen, I raised an eyebrow

“You lost little bird?” Mask said as he came out of the shadows

“I don’t get lost” I say folding my arms,

“Then you should know that no vigilantes are allowed in my part of town” He stated,

“I don’t follow rules either, especially when you almost blow me up” I growled, he chuckled

“Ah, you’re a friend of them. Take her” Mask ordered, and I was hit over the head with something, before I was cuffed and thrown over someone’s shoulder,

“I hope you know I’m going to kick your ass” I say, the henchmen grunted before I was thrown on the floor of a room and locked in, “Knulla dig! Jag lovar dig att du kommer att vara död när jag kommer ut härifrån! (Fuck you! I promise you will be dead when I get out of here!)” I yelled as I stood up,

“What did you just say?” Roy asked making me turn to see him, Kori and Jason chained to the wall,

“Oh, hey guys” I say,

“What are you doing here?” Kori asked,

“I told Lian that I was coming to save you. You’re welcome that I dropped by the apartment when I did otherwise Lian would have blown up with it” I explained, their jaws dropped

“And how do you exactly plan to ‘save us’?” Jason questioned,

“Watch and learn” I smirked as I went over to the door, “Hey, what’s your name?” I asked, knowing that they were two guards outside,

“Johnny” One of them answered,

“Shut up” The other growled,

“Well, Johnny is your mother proud of your occupation?” I questioned,

“I said shut up!” The other snapped, I chuckled

“Oh come on. I’m bored, and I need to be entertained” I whined,

“I’ll come and give you entertainment if you don’t shut up!” He yelled,

“Ooo, what kind?” I asked as I backed away from the door,

“You really want to find out?” He asked,

“Please” I dragged out before the door slammed open revealing Johnny and the other guard, “Perfect” I smirked as they came to attack me, I avoided one of them, wrapped my legs around the other’s neck and used the cuffs to strangle the other, they both went limp and dropped to the floor, “Now, where are the keys?” I hummed as I searched their bodies, I got them and unlocked the chains on the other three,

“Thanks” Kori smiled, I nodded.

“And of course, they don’t have the keys to these cuffs” I sighed,

“Here” Jason said as he unlocked them, the cuffs dropped to the floor, I gave a nod of appreciation before leading them out of the building, we were about to leave when we were blocked in by henchmen with AK47s, I sighed rolling my eyes

“Have a plan for this cupcake?” One of the henchmen asked, I raised an eyebrow

“I’ve had bazooka’s aimed at me sweetheart, your AK’s aren’t going to scare me” I scoffed, they all laughed “Cover your ears” I whispered to Jason, Roy and Kori, they did and I used my Canary cry and the henchmen dropped to their knees groaning and eventually going unconscious, I stopped and smirked as the three of them uncovered their ears,

“You’re Di-”

“Finish that statement and your head will no longer be attached to your shoulders. Now let’s go” I growled cutting Roy off, I lead them through the streets and to Jason’s safe house,

“How did you-Never mind” Jason said as we went inside to find Lian aiming my bow at Bruce who had an apple on top of his head, I took my bow off her,

“You were aiming in between his eyes” I state as she stared up at me,

“You told me you were aiming at the apple” Bruce said before I shot the apple from his head as he went to grabbed it,

“Thanks for keeping an eye on her, you’re more than welcome to leave” I say, he nodded

“Will you be coming?” He asked,

“I’ll think about it” I say giving a small smile before he left, I sighed removing my mask,

“Can you teach me?” Lian asked, I raised an eyebrow 

“Maybe later” I say ruffling her hair before making my way over to the arrow with the apple in the wall and pulled it out, I cleaned my arrow off before putting it away,

“So, who are your parents?” Kori asked as she came up next to me,

“Does it matter?” I asked,

“Well to say that we don’t know your name, yes” Jason said,

“My name’s (Y/N) Q-(L/N)” I answered,

“You hesitated” Kori commented,

“Honestly guys! She has a canary cry, just like her mother! She also dress like her! She shoots arrows like her father!” Roy yelled, I glared at him,

“Correction; I prefer shooting arrows, I’m mastered in most weapons” I state,

“What are you on about?” Kori asked,

“Her last name is Queen! She’s the daughter of Green Arrow and Black Canary!” Roy yelled, I grabbed his collar and pulled him closer,

“I’m not a Queen” I growled as I glared at him,

“You are! What’s so bad about being one?” He asked, I pushed him away

“Because I died, and no one searched for me. Not even you, Uncle Roy” I growled,

“Wait a minute, Uncle?” Jason asked, I sighed and put my mask on before leaving,

“Why are you following me?” I asked as I stopped in my tracks and faced Jason,

“I…” He trailed off rubbing the back of his neck,

“Well, if you’re not going to answer me, I’m going” I say turning away from him,

“Wait! I was wondering if I can get your number?” He asked stopping me in my tracks,

“You want my number?” I questioned,

“Yeah…It’s fine if you-” I cut him off by taking his hand and writing my number on it,

“See you around Jason” I whispered before leaving him.

[theunchartedsuperheros]

Diana Prince x Reader

Tags~ @agent221b ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“We should get a dog.” You told Diana as you sat on the couch together

Diana looked at you with confusion on her face. It had been a few months since you and Diana had started dating and it was interesting, to say the least. You had become part of the Justice League awhile back and you and Diana instantly clicked. And a few months after that you had asked her out.

“A dog? Like Cerberus?” She asked you and you nodded

“Yeah except it doesn’t have three heads and it’s nice.” You answered her and she nodded

“I see, then I agree we should get a dog.” She smiled at you and you hugged her

“Thank you!”

~A few hours later~

You groaned as you got home from work and noticed that Diana was gone. You shrugged figuring that she was still at work and dropped onto the couch. You closed your eyes and laid your head on the back of the couch enjoying the silence. A few minutes later you hear the door open and you open your eyes to see Diana walk in with a huge grin on her face.

“What are you so happy about?” You grinned at her and she looked at you

“I got a dog!” She announced and you raised an eyebrow.

“What kind of dog?” You asked her curious about her getting the dog on her own.

She moved away from the door so you could see the dog sitting behind her on a leash and collar around his neck. Except it wasn’t a domestic dog, it was a wolf. You shrieked and fell off of the couch. You cautiously got up and looked at the wolf sitting in your house.

“Is something wrong?” Diana asks you concerned and you look at her

“Ummm, you brought home a wolf, Diana.” You told her and she didn’t understand

“I don’t understand, I asked Bruce and he said this was a dog.” Diana informed you 

“Well, this dog is a wild dog, you know not safe to humans sweetie.” You tell her and she looks at the wolf.

“But he listens, see, Alexandros stand.” Diana commanded the wolf and he did as he was told.

She grinned at you and you smiled back at her not wanting to break her heart by making her take him back. 

“Alright, we can keep him, but if he starts acting wild he’s leaving. And we're getting him a rabies vaccine ” You told her and her grin got even bigger.

She shut the door and walked over to you, giving you a hug. You smile and wrap your arms around her neck and look to Alexandros and he just wags his tail.

“I’m so glad you're happy about our dog.” She tells you and pulls away

“He is cute, but I have a phone call to make.” You tell her and walk into your office

“Who are you calling?” She questions and you glare as you walk down the hall

“Bruce and I have are going to have a little chat.” You growled out

[milla-frenchy]

Roads

5k2 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 Summary: 3 years ago, Joel broke your heart and you left your hometown. Warnings: 18+ mdni. dirty talk, oral sex (f/m receiving), spitting, unprotected piv, ass play, praise kink, cum eating.

a/n: This is my first fic. English isn't my native langage, thank you so so so much @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for reading me and correcting me, you're a gem, love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😘

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3 years.

For 3 years you haven’t set foot in your hometown, where you grew up, met your friends, studied, had your first jobs and your first crushes.

3 years ago you fled to forget your great love. The one that tears the heart when it’s over, and leaves you alone with your pain and a huge void that nothing will be able to fill.

When the love of your life left you, you saw only emptiness. The uselessness of things, hours, days that passed.

So trying to fill the emptiness of your existence, to forget the sorrow of having been abandoned, you left this city where everything reminded you of him.

Joel.

You settled in a new city, not far from yours, but enough not to risk crossing paths while shopping, going to the cinema or the restaurant. Or at work.

A few years ago, one evening changed your life.

Your friend Tommy worked in construction. Due to the economic crisis, finding a contract was more complicated. He worked with his brother, whom you only knew by name. Joel.

You and Tommy had known each other since school, you were the same age. The same circle of friends, the same interests. You kept the same friends for a long time, until everyone went their own way, as adults, when each of you found a job. All that was left was a small nucleus, very tightly knit core. Including Tommy and you. And his fiancée, whom he had met shortly after high school, and whom he was marrying soon. The three of you saw each other regularly.

He told you about his parents, his brother. Both had very different characters, as many siblings do. Tommy was very sociable, loved people, company, going out. His brother was introverted, led a quiet life and hated crowded parties. He had an eighteen year old daughter, Sarah. Her mother had left them shortly after her birth, and he was now striving to give her the best life possible. So he focused all his attention on the work and his daughter.

You worked in a large construction group, which until then had not suffered too much from the economic crisis. When Tommy told you about his professional difficulties, of course, you told him that you would do your best to find him a contract. But you had to set up an appointment between the three of you, take stock of their areas of expertise, their radius of intervention and the subcontractors to hire in parallel.

That evening, you had an appointment for dinner at Alexandro's, the pizzeria near your work. You popped by you house from work to shower and change in a pair of blue jeans, a white tank top and a blue plaid shirt.

When you arrived at Alexandro's, Tommy and Joel were already there. Tommy was facing the door, Joel had his back to the entrance. That was the first time you saw him. His wide back, thick shoulders under his black t-shirt. Then his neck, broad too. His brown hair. You paused and then pulled yourself together.

Tommy greeted you with a big smile when he saw you coming, stood up and kissed your cheek

"Hi, beautiful, how are you?"

"I’m ok, thank you. Work’s finally over!"

In the meantime, Joel got up, and was facing you, smiling and holding out his hand.

"Hello! I’m Joel, nice to finally meet you"

"Hi Joel, also delighted" you said with a big smile. 

Your breath hitched when you saw his face. It wasn't love at first sight per se, but to say you being enchanted was an understatement. Fortunately, your job taught you hide your emotions well.

He had brown eyes, curly hair, a poorly trimmed mustache and a beard, dimples and a devastatingly infectious smile. Everything in him exuded calm dominance and control of emotions, despite the open smile he displayed.

You sat at a table of 4 people, located in a quiet corner of the dining room. You were next to Tommy, Joel was facing you.

"So, I’ve finally met the person Tommy has been sowing wild oats with for all these years."

" ‘Sowing wild oats’ I don't know about that... We've been relatively cool as teenagers."

"You tell this to my parents who had to pick up Tommy from the police station after you got caught smoking weed," he laughed.

"Oh, that's typical teen stuff, nothing serious."

"Or when you were picked up from the Smiths because you were launching fireworks at their house on July 4th."

"Yeah well..."

The three of you laughed.

"So, Tommy told me that you lack construction sites with the crisis?"

"Yes it’s getting complicated. We don't do full weeks and it keeps slowing down."

"I see."

"So you work at Deviaux constructions? No problem of reducing construction sites?" Joel asked, before taking a sip of his drink.

"No, it's a very large group, financially we have strong backbones and a lot of companies work for us. I will need your turnover, the exact type of sites you can manage, and your schedule taking into account your current sites, so we could create a forecast on the sites that we can assign to you."

The rest of the evening you talked about work. Joel was clearly in charge of managing their company, and Tommy occasionally intervened on technical details.

You tried to hide the emotions you felt towards Joel, but his posture, his gestures, his way of speaking affested you and the more the evening progressed the more you grew attracted to him. Again, you drove these thoughts out of your mind. You tried, at least until you glanced at his hands, his dimples, his broadness again and again. His calmness and controlling attitude lured you in. You worried that Tommy would find out.

Fuck, you thought inwardly.

You arranged an appointment at your group's office 2 weeks later.

The next day, at work, Tommy and Joel were talking about the night before. Joel was relieved of your seriousness, the working methods of your group, and relatively confident about the future. Your reassuring and professional attitude gave him an optimistic outlook. Once in his bedroom, he thought back to the evening. Thought about you. Your smile, your warm, non-judgmental attitude, your ability to communicate and keep the conversation going. He fell asleep with a desire to meet you again

"See, I told you you'd appreciate her. When I think you've always refused to see her all these years, thinking she was a brainless girl..."

"Yeah, I thought she was just like you. Quite the opposite in fact."

"Jerk…"

During those two weeks, you chased the image of Joel away from your mind, already occupied by your current complicated relationship.

At the end of the 2nd work meeting, you invited Tommy and Joel to the group's annual meal, which you were organizing for the 3rd consecutive year. Invitations were sent to companies that work for the group, spouses and children are also invited. The goal is to thank the workers and to create unity between all stakeholders.

Like in previous years, you didn't plan to stay very long. You didn't like the attention and that PR side, others in the group being much better than you at it.

You and Tommy had planned to go to a restaurant while his fiancée was going out with friends.

You were wearing a suit and a tie. A quirky look with your hair. During your acceptance speech, you met Joel's eyes and smiled at him. Tommy looked at his brother from time to time, noticing that he couldn't take his eyes off you. Joel finally felt his caddie's gaze on him and smiled.

"She does that to everybody. Everyone falls in love with her."

"But not you?"

"She’s like a sister to me. I've never had a chance to be more. And now I wouldn't trade my place for anything in the world. She is the most loyal person I know, and a very dear friend."

At the end of your speech, you went to greet the respective small groups. Before you joinded them, Tommy warned his brother:

"The evening continues with music and a buffet. She will not stay," says Tommy.

"Why?"

"She doesn't like it. Too much effusions for her. We have to go eat at the restaurant."

"Just the two of you?"

"That is the plan. Wanna join us?"

"Won't she mind?"

"I don't think so. I’ll ask her, ok?"

"OK."

Tommy found you while Joel got a whiskey at the buffet. Tommy texted Joel an OK and after finishing his drink Joel joined you two.

"Hey", you said, smiling at Joel.

"Hey. Nice speech. Thank you for for being ok with me joining your little after party."

"The more the merrier," you replied. "Where's your daughter tonight?"

"Sleepover. She has less and less time for her old man."

All three of you went to the restaurant where you had a great evening. You offered them a nightcap at your house. Once you arrived you took off your suit jacket, remaining in a white t-shirt and with your black tie and pants. The three of you sat on the coach.

"Whisky" ? You offered, and they agreed.

You talked about different topics and laughed a lot. You felt comfortable and relaxed. Then your phone rang and you didn’t answer the first call. The second. The third. Finally you took the call going to the window and looking outside at the lights.

"Stop calling me." "I wanted to know how the evening was, that's all" "I don't want to talk right now." "Please don't hang up" "Fuck, I told you no! You know I hate it when you presure me like that. We... it’s over OK? We talked about it." "Yeah ? One more break up huh? Did you find someone else? Are you tired of me ? Again? When will it stop? That fucking story between you and me?" "I guess it is. Don't call me anymore. I need air, need a break."

You hung up and returned to the couch, where the boys had remained seated.

"Sorry for that"

"Are you okay?" Tommy asked, looking at you with worried eyes.

"Yeah. Where were we?"

The evening went on as if nothing had happened until Tommy's fiancee called him asking to pick her up.

"I'm sorry I have to go. Fiancé duty!"

Tommy had driven Joel there, so Joel was getting ready to get up to leave when you said:

"You can stay. It’s still early. I'll give you a lift after."

"With pleasure," he said with a smile.

You spent the night together talking and laughing. Joel told you about Sarah.

She was about to begin her first year of college in two weeks, and he could’t be more proud of her. He described her as a mature, conscientious and cheerful girl. He told you several times that he was very proud of her, especially for the fact that he never went to college  himself, having taken care of Sarah when he was still very young.

You drove him back in the early morning.

The next day at work, Joel asked Tommy about the phone call you received the day before.

"You know what happened?", Joel asked.

"It's this moron, Stefan", Tommy answered with a sigh, "Her boyfriend, well, ex boyfriend. Their relationship is complicated, toxic I’d say. They separated several times, then got back together. Every time they get back together I understand it less and less."

"He sounds clingy on her," Joel noted with furrowed brows.

"Yeah. More than she is. But she usually comes back to him. And she always leaves him. I don’t get it."

"Why don't you like him?"

"He’s been clinging to her for years now. She stops smiling when they are together. It’s like he sucks all energy out of her. We can’t stand each other, i see her less when they are together. Afraid i’d break his fucking jaw."

"How does she take it, that you don't like him?"

"I think at first it bothered her a little, but she knows that i just want to protect her. She didn't tell me they broke up. I hope it’s really over this time."

"Why do they keep getting back together?"

"I have thought about it. The only idea that comes to mind is that she wants to fix him. And it's fucking unhealthy. And..."

"And?"

"There’s something dark in her. I feel it sometimes. Like she wants to lose herself. It scares me."

"She hides it pretty well."

"Yeah. I don't think anyone knows her completely, just a small part of her, me probably more than the others. But she’s closed off sometimes and i worry about her."

Joel was confused after that conversation. It wasn’t the impression he had by being around you those two times, and it made him curious about you.

Once their projects done, Joel and Tommy began their collaboration with your group, and everything went smoothly. The three of you sometimes bumped into each other at your office, and Joel regularly joined Tommy and you for pub nights or dinners.

You liked to be in the company of the brothers, knowing that their relationship had not always been easy, but that they seemed to be at peace in the face of past conflicts.

They were certainly different, but you found something common in them. They had a strong protective side and you teased them about that. You liked to listen to their childhood anecdotes and you gradually realized that you greatly appreciated Joel's presence and personality.

You planed to have a drink at the pub that night, but Tommy canceled at the last moment. Joel sent you a message:

"You and me?"

You'd already gone out two nights together without Tommy, and the idea pleased you. The atmosphere was different when one of the brothers was not there. No macho rivalry, no teenage jokes.

"Of course, see you tonight" you texted back with excitement.

In the pub you had a drink and Joel told you about Sarah who had recently joined her college in another state. Everything was going well for her, she got along well with her roomate, and she was coming back home for the next break. Joel felt a little lost, living first time alone in his house, but the resumption of construction sites was helping him.

"No girlfriend?" you asked him with curiosity in your gaze.

"No. Nothing serious for several years. I always wanted to dedicate all my time to Sarah."

"But there was something non serious then?" you said with a smirk.

"Something like that," Joel answered looking at his drink and smiling softly.

Joel Miller, the less verbose of the two brothers.

The evening continued, and watching him made you regret not having met him before. You had never felt that feeling toward him when you were a teenager, Joel was a few years older than you and Tommy, and you saw him as someone scowling and always annoying his brother. That moment you thought how distorted your image had been, and you wonder if you would have dated. Looking at him, you told yourself that you would have totally dated him.

You drove that idea out of your mind again.

Joel. Your best friend's brother. Who you work with. Your relationship with Stefan has just ended (again).

An hour later you offered to have some pizza at your place. He agreed and you drove there in your car and after arriving you ordered pizza.

"Whiskey ?" you asked heading to the kitchen.

"Do you have anything else?" Joel asked waiting for you to get the drinks.

"Nope", you replied with a smile and he laughed.

You got two glasses and the bottle and sat on the couch. The evening was going great. You smoked cigarettes, ate pizza, and talked a lot. He told you that he was happy about his job, and thanked your for helping him and Tommy.

You were always amazed to see how the two of you talked so easily. Over time,with practice you learned how to keep a conversation going with anyone, though you could never feel at ease with other people. But you are surprisingly comfortable with Joel where usually you take a long time to feel close to someone, confident. You wondered if it was related to the fact that he was Tommy's brother.

Joel was also comfortable, contradicting Tommy`s words who had always described him as a bear spending more time grumbling than communicating, staying away from people, avoiding relationships because the only important thing to him was Sarah.

You reached for your glass and at that moment he also leaned over to the coffee table to grab his. Your hands brushed each other’s, electricity filled the air between you and suddenly, all your resolutions went up in smoke.

Until then, there hadn’t been any inappropriate gestures. No brushing. No allusion.

You were closer than you had ever been, that moment seemed like an eternity. You heared a voice in your head telling you to step back, to sit back and cool off.

Joel. Your best friend's brother. Who you work with. Your relationship with Stefan has that just ended.

But you’d never been able to resist temptation. Moreover, you DIDN’T want to resist it. You loved the feelings that ignited. The tension. Quite the opposite of your professional attitude, or what you showed to those around you. You loved the passion that was filling your lungs, and at that very moment you felt it burning in the pit of your stomach.

After this moment, which actually lasted only a fraction of a second, your gaze that was previously fixed on your hands and glasses rose to Joel, whose eyes were fixed on you. As they had never been before.

Your gaze slid to his lips and back to his eyes. He was looking at you and then at your lips as well. You wanted to say something but could’t find any words. Your eyes fell again to his luscious lips, you couldn’t help it. You swallowed and the voice in your head disappeared.

You didn’t know if it's the fault of the alcohol drunk in the pub and at home, but you kissed him. Shyly. You stepped back and bit your lip, unable to cope with his gaze, while your mind was once again bombarded with dozens of questions.

Time froze for a moment before he took your cheeks in his hands and kissed you back. Gently. You put your hands on his and kissed him back. Less shyly that time. You broke the kiss.

You looked at each other, your breaths intensifying. He took your hand and said "come closer" You stood up, your eyes were hooked on each other.

"Sit at the back of the couch", you told him. He settled as you asked him, and you straddled him.

He put his hands on your hips and looked at your lips waiting for your next move. You leaned towards him and caressed his cheek, gently. Then you kissed him again.

You couldn’t resist pressing your crotch against his, and you moaned as you were devouring each other. Feeling his bulge you could already feel that he had a big cock.

You finally backed down, got up and took off your top and pants, keeping your bra and panties.

"Take off your clothes," you told him quietly. You watched him take off his t-shirt. He got up and took off his pants, leaving only his boxers.

"Let’s go upstairs" you told him leading the way. He followed you and grabed your wrist while you were still on the stairs.

You turned to him and he pinned you against the wall. "Reason will wait", you told yourself.

He pressed his torso against your breasts, his hands roaming your cheeks, your breasts, your hips. His tongue entered your mouth and mingled with yours. Your tongues crossed and searched each other more and more avidly.

His hand came to rest against your crotch, still covered with your panties. You knew you were already soaked. You had been since making out on the couch. And you had been dripping since he grabbed your wrist as you were climbing the steps.

"Damn sweetheart… you’re fucking soaked..."

You moaned when you heard his words.

He ran his middle finger over your slit. Pressed a little more firmly on your clit. It made your already soaked panties even wetter. He said in your ear, in a very low voice:

"I'm gonna eat your pussy baby. I'm gonna make you come on my fingers and on my cock. And I'm sure no one has ever made you come like that. Especially not that jerk that hadn‘t been able to make  you stay with him."

It seemed like you weren’t the only one with a dark side noone knew about.

"Take me to your bedroom", he ordered. He let go of your hand and followed you up the stairs. You felt his gaze on your ass. Once in your bedroom you turned back to him.

"Take off your bra" You did as he said.

"Wow... Your breasts are beautiful."

You couldn’t help but imagine what he had in mind at that moment, what he didn’t say, but his leer was revealing. Joel was imagining jerking off with them, or cumming on them. Or both.

He approached you and kissed you again, hands on your cheeks. The change in his attitude (sweet, animalistic, sweet again) made your head spin. You caressed his arms, his shoulders, his back. Your touch lingered on every muscle you were feeling under your fingers.

You took his hand and led him to your bed where you settled on your back, your head resting on the pillow.

He lied down next to you and kissed you. His hand went down to your breasts. He kissed your neck, your collarbone and went down to your breast which he took in his mouth hungrily.

After a few seconds he crawled down again until his face was facing your crotch. He removed your panties.

He stared at you, and it was a far cry from the look you had seen when you had first met each other at Alexandro's a few weeks ago. His warm smile turned carnal. The dominant side had taken over and you felt your pussy tighten.

He looked at your soaked pussy and ran his index finger between your lips. He used your wetness to rub your clit and spat on it.

Not that you needed it. But it electrified you.

"You like that baby girl?"

"Yeah… fuck… yeah"

"You’re naughty aren’t you ? You came across the right person."

He inserted two fingers into your pussy and spat on your clit again. You moaned.

He pulled his fingers out and ran his tongue over your pussy, from the hole to the clit. Flat.

"You're so fucking wet."

He stared at you. Your eyes were fixed on the ceiling.

"Look at me. Look at me when I’m eating your pussy."

You dropped down your gaze to keep the eye contact.

"You taste so good on my tongue, baby"

He slid his tongue in your dripping hole and began fucking you with it. His thumb rubbing your clit. Your moans grew louder and louder.

He pushed his index and middle fingers into your pussy and sucked your bundle of nerves.

"Already gonna come sweetheart? I feel you squeezing my fingers."

"Joel... I... Yes... I'm gonna come"

"Come on my fucking fingers."

You exploded on his fingers and in his mouth.

His embrace didn’t not loose, he licked you to the last drop, until all your wetness was on his tongue.

"Joel wait.... It's too much"

"It’s not. You’re gonna give me another one, right now."

He pulled back and droped his saliva on your pussy.

"Oh god…"

He grined, hearing you. He spread your folds with his fingers and looked at the mess he created.

"Fuck baby…. You have no idea what I'm gonna do to you. You’ll become my little slut. You have that in you. I wasn't sure when I noticed it at first, but we're going to have a lot of fun you and me," he said looking at you with dark hungry eyes.

His confidence drove you crazy. How could he have this certainty so quickly? Did he see what was lurking deep inside you? That no one had ever seen?

While your thoughts were swarming, he breathed in your scent and stuck his tongue into your pussy and his ring finger went down to your ass. Wet from your juice that flowed to it. He pressed on your tight ring of muscle.

"The fuck… Joel ?!"

"Don't tell me you don't like it. Not a dirty girl like you." You moaned and squirmed again

"Come again baby. Give it to me."

You gripped his hair with your hands and brought your pussy as close to his mouth as possible. He inserted the tip of his ring finger into your ass, his index and middle fingers in your pussy, and focused on your clit with his tongue until you exploded again.

"Fuck baby.... You're gonna drive me crazy. If I had fucked you like that when I was younger I would have come in my boxers just hearing you moan like a slut."

He crawled up your naked body and kissed you. You felt your taste on his tongue and lips

"Like how you taste?" he asked breaking the kiss.

"Yes, so fucking hot," you replied with a breathy voice. He was pleased with your answer and quickly gave you another order.

"Get up and sit on the edge of the bed."

You did as he told, and found yourself facing his crotch, still covered in boxers. You saw the bulge and couldn’t hold back a choke. You glanced up at him.

" 's gonna be okay baby, you can do it," he said gently cupping your cheek. You swallowed your saliva, and tugged down his boxers. His cock sprang free.

"Fuck", you said, biting your lip.

"I know baby. I know."

You took it in your hand and droped saliva on the tip. You began jerking it off and then took it in your mouth. Just the tip, at the beginning. Time to get used to its girth. You swirled your tongue around the tip and heard him moan.

"You’re doing so well sweetheart." His hand was on the back of your head

Your mouth went down his member.

"Shit that’s so good baby."

You took it as deeper as you could. You felt his hips rolling towards you, he started fucking your mouth gently. Until his cock reached your throat. You gasped, but didn’t back down.

"Good girl", he mumbled getting greedy, impatient.

"Fuck you’re doing so good, taking me so well."

You pulled back until you got it out of your mouth and looked at it. A trickle of saliva connected your mouth to his cock.

"You're so beautiful baby. Can I fuck your mouth?" he asked, alternating between sweetness and animality that made you lose your mind.

You said ‘yes’ and took him in your mouth again letting him handle the movements. He put his hands on the sides of your head and sank into your mouth.

"Oh yeah..."

He sank deeper and deeper at a slow pace until it hit the back of your throat. His fists clenched into your hair and he held you in place. You gasped

"Stay like that honey. Don't move." Then he released his grip. You backed up to catch your breath.

"Again", he commanded.

You took it back in your mouth and he put his hands back on the side of your head. He inserted itself slowly into your throat and held you there. He moved his hand down your neck, and squeezed it until he felt his cock through your skin.

"Fuck… You take me so well." He pulled out of your mouth.

"I'm gonna fuck you now. Lie on your back, baby."

He lied down between your thighs. He kissed you and pressed his tip against your entrance. He stoped there, teasing you. He inserted his tongue into your mouth, and you swirled yours around his. He pulled away to look at you.

"Open wide, baby." You opened your mouth, he droped his saliva there and pushed his cock into you at the same time, up to half of it. He backed up and made another push, bottoming out.

"Oh fuck… Joel…. You’re so thick"

He set a slow and powerful rhythm.

"Yeah take it honey... Take it good."

Your head sank into your pillow, as you tilted it back. You felt your walls tighten against him.

"Yeah squeeze me like that, keep doing it."

You wraped your legs around his waist and followed his moves.

"You're doing well. You take me so well."

Meanwhile he kissed your lips, your jaw, your neck. He caresseed your cheeks. His gestures were gentle, the opposite of the power he was imposing on your pussy. You moaned and ran your hands over his arms, his shoulders.

"On all fours baby." You followed his command getting on your hands and knees. He sank into you and bottomed out

"Oh fuck", you exclaimed.

His hands clung to your hips and began pistoning into you. Your head was resting on the pillow as you suffered his cock strokes, that were going even deeper than before. He set an increasingly powerful pace, then spread your cheeks.

He spat his saliva on your asshole and put his thumb against it. You tightened against his finger.

"You like that, baby?"

"Y… shit… Yeah i love that"

"Dirty girl..."

He kept pounding you.

"Touch yourself baby. Come on my cock and on my thumb. Squeeze them while you come. Come on baby."

You brought your fingers to your clit and started rubbing it.

"Faster Joel. Please"

He picked up the pace, to the point that you started screaming.

"Oh yeah baby? Go ahead, scream. Show all your neighbors how well you get fucked by my big cock."

His words pushed you over the edge and you came hard, clutching his cock and his thumb. He continued to fuck you for a few minutes, at a frenzied pace, while you were weakened from your orgasm and its power. You heard his moans increasing, he pulled out and stood by the bed.

"On your knees, tongue out."

You watched him jerk off while he was devouring you with his eyes. He put his cock on your tongue and you felt the ropes of cum covering your tongue, your mouth and your throat. He was jerking off until his balls were emptied.

"Swallow."

It was the first time you fucked. And you already knew you’d be under his spell. You just hoped he wouldn’t burn you in flames.

Part 2

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Purpose: The aim of this study was to evaluate the exclusive performance of quality-assured high-resolution breast magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) for early detection of breast cancer in a population of asymptomatic women. Materials and Methods: A total of 1189 MRI examinations performed in 789 asymptomatic women (mean age, 51.1 years) were evaluated. All examinations were performed using open bilateral surface coil, dedicated compression device, and high spatial resolution (matrix, 512 x 512). Digital mammography was available for all participants. Assessment included density types, artifact level, and Breast Imaging Reporting and Data System classification. Evaluation was performed by 2 readers. In addition, a computer-assisted diagnosis (CAD) system was used for image assessment. Results: Breast MRI showed density types I and II in 87.6% and artifacts categories III and IV in 3.1%. Study included 32 carcinomas (8 ductal carcinoma in situ, 24 invasive tumors). Both readers detected 29 of 32 correctly (sensitivity 90.6%). The variation between the readers was low (reader 1: specificity, 94.4% and positive predictive value (PPV), 25.7%; reader 2: specificity, 97.6% and PPV, 34.1%). Sensitivity of CAD was 62.5% (specificity, 84.4%; PPV, 5.2%). Digital mammography detected 13 of 32 carcinomas (sensitivity, 56.3%; specificity, 98.4%; PPV, 32.1%). Conclusions: The exclusive use of quality-assured breast MRI allows the early detection of breast cancer with a high sensitivity and specificity. The CAD analysis of MRI does not give additional information but shows results comparable with digital mammography. Copyright © 2017 Wolters Kluwer Health, Inc. All rights reserved. from # All Medicine by Alexandros G. Sfakianakis via alkiviadis.1961 on Inoreader http://ift.tt/2i20XKw

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Canary Arrow (Jason Todd x Reader) Part 2

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Prompt: You come back from the future with Impulse (Bart Allen)

Relationship: Jason Todd x Reader, Father! Green Arrow/Oliver Queen x Daughter! Reader, Mother! Black Canary/Dinah Lance x Daughter! Reader

Warning: Cursing, Death, Mentions of Death, Torture, Mentions of Torture

Word Count: 6894

A/N: SO here’s Part 2. Enjoy, and please request.

PART 1

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“Can someone explain why I was pulled away from eating?” Bart and Wally complained in unison as they entered the training room alongside everyone else,

“Because I called you all here to train” Dinah stated,

“No offense Dinah but I don’t want to fight you while you’re carrying a child” Kaldur said, I scoffed and pushed off the wall

“Well it’s a good thing that you’re not training against her then” I say as I stood next to her,

“Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to Canary Arrow” Dinah introduced,

“This is so crash! You never trained with me in the future” Bart said, I narrowed my eyes at him,

“Because you’re too cocky with using your speed” I say,

“Am not” He pouted,

“Come up and show me” I say as I set my bow and arrows down, everyone surround the arena as Bart prepare himself, he ran at me and I easily flipped him over my shoulder on to his back,

“Fail; Impulse” The computer announced,

“Computer, neutralise speed” I ordered,

“Wait what?!” Bart exclaimed, standing up,

“You’ve just lost your abilities and you’re surrounded by enemies. What do you do?” I asked as I stalked him, I could see the panic rising in his eyes, so I stopped in front of him, “Computer, return speed” I ordered, I noticed that some of the fear had gone from his eyes, “Allen?” I asked tilting my head,

“Impulse, are you alright?” Dinah asked as she came over to us, I placed my hand on his shoulder making him react by pinning me against the wall and began to phase his hand

“Impulse! Stand down!” Dick yelled,

“Shouting at him is not going to help” Dinah said.

“Allen, look at me” I say, his hand stopped, and he let go of me,

“I’m sorry” He whispered as tears appeared in his eyes,

“You’re okay” I say patting his shoulder, I walked back into the arena, “Who’s next?” I asked, Kaldur stepped up, “Water-boy” I teased, he glared at me making me smirk, my com began to ring as he swung at me, I avoided it “Hello?” I answered,

“(Y/N), it’s Jason” He replied,

“Oh, hey. What’s up?” I asked as I jumped over Kaldur and kicked him in the back,

“Is this a bad time?” He asked,

“What? No. I’m just training the YJL” I answered,

“Ooo, who you against?” He asked, I rolled my eyes as I blocked a kick,

“Aqua-lad. Why did you call?” I asked as I upper-cut him sending on to his back,

“Fail; Aqua-lad” The computer stated,

“Nightwing, you’re up” Dinah ordered,

“Did I hear that correct?” Jason asked,

“Hear what?” I asked as Dick stepped into the arena,

“That you’re against Nightwing now” He said,

“You ears don’t fail you. Now can you tell me why you called?” I asked as Dick swung at me,

“Ah, yes. Are you free, this evening?” He asked,

“This evening? Yeah, why?” I asked as I narrowly missed Dick’s roundhouse kick,

“Personal life later (Y/N)” Dinah scolded.

“I’m doing your job for you, Dinah. Let me plan my evening” I snap back as I got a right hook on Dick’s face followed by a kick in the stomach,

“Well, I’ll come pick you up at 8 so dress smart-casual” Jason said,

“You’re going to come to the Manor? Are you sure about that?” I asked as I flipped backwards,

“Yeah” He answered,

“I’ll see you at 8 then” I say,

“Definitely” He said before hanging up, I quickly swung my legs underneath Dick making him land on his back,

“Fail; Nightwing” The computer announced,

“I expected better” I comment, he swung his legs underneath mine but I saw it coming, avoided it and smirked at him,

“Training’s over” Dinah announced,

“I got pulled from food for nothing” Wally whined,

“Did you want your ass kicking that bad?” I asked as I followed them out,

“No” He answered,

“Thought as much” I chuckled before I walked past them and to the zeta tube, I typed in the co-ordinates for the bat-cave and went through,

“Miss (L/N), it’s good to see you” Alfred said,

“Hello Gramp Alfred” I smiled as I went to change out of my suit,

“You seem jolly. May I ask why?” He asked, I chuckled

“Well, I’ve got a date this evening” I answered,

“Date? I heard the word date” Bruce said as he came down, I rolled my eyes

“You heard correctly Uncle Bruce. He’s coming to pick me up at 8” I say as I went over to them both,

“Just be careful” He said,

“Don’t stress. You’ll get more wrinkles” I teased walking away from them,

“Wrinkles? I don’t have wrinkles do I Alfred?” He questioned making me smirk as I went upstairs.

***

“It’s your fault I’m dead (Y/N)” Lian said as she approached me with her head bleeding from the bullet,

“Lian-I-”

“You let us all down” Arron said as he came from behind me with his throat sliced,

“I’m sorry” I apologised,

“You said we were family. We’re dead (Y/N), and we aren’t coming back” Alexandro stated as he approached from another angle with the dagger in his chest,

“We were. We still are. Please, I’m sorry” I cried,

“You’re pathetic Canary. You let your family down, what will you do next? Hmm” A shadowy figure asked,

“No, you’re not real. You’re not in this time” I say,

“Who said you were in the past? I’m always going to be with you because I made you what you are” They said, my eyes widened, and I shook my head

“That’s not true! You’re not real” I cried as I blocked my ears from their laughter.

“(Y/N) wake up” Bruce said as he shook me, I sat up straight panting, I noticed Bruce sat on the edge of my bed with Alfred stood behind him, both of them had worried expressions,

“I’m sorry I woke you both” I sighed,

“Nonsense, Miss (Y/N)” Alfred said,

“Alfred can you go make some hot chocolate” Bruce asked, Alfred nodded and disappeared out of the room,

“It’s my fault” I comment as I buried my head in my hands as tears streamed down my face,

“That’s not true (Y/N), you came back to stop the course of the future. They all knew what that meant” Bruce said as he pulled me into a hug, allowing me to cry into his shoulder,

“I was meant to look after them. I was meant to protect them” I sobbed,

“(Y/N), look at me” Bruce said as he pulled away, I looked up at him and he sighed “What happened to your team after you left is not your fault. It’s whoever were commanding them attackers” He said, I sighed before Alfred came in with a tray of hot chocolates, he handed one to me and Bruce before he took one for himself, I took a sip and smiled

“These haven’t changed” I commented,

“Huh?” Alfred said,

“When I came over and slept over, it was extremely often that I had nightmares and you made your hot chocolate specially for me” I smiled at the memory,

“Well, I’ll look forward to that” He smiled as I finished off my hot chocolate, Alfred took the cup off me and Bruce and left the room,

“You going to be okay?” Bruce asked, I nodded

“I’ll be fine, Uncle Bruce. Thanks” I say, he gave a half-smile and patted my knee before turning out my light and closing the door, I sighed running a hand over my face, laid down and drifted back asleep.

“Now, what do we have here?” Someone chuckled, I looked around the room, but I couldn’t see anyone, I tried to move but my arms stung making me look at them to find them barb-wired to the wall making my eyes widened,

“No. No” I panicked as I struggled against them causing more pain,

“No matter how hard you struggle little Canary, you won’t get out of here. And no one cares enough about you to search for you” They taunted, I sighed and hung my head as tears welled up in my eyes,

“Mum, Dad, Connor. Please” I sobbed,

“Aw, little Canary’s crying for help. Shame no one cares” They laughed.

“(Y/N). (Y/N)” Someone said as they shook me, I shot up again panting and crying, “Hey, you’re alright. I’ve got you” Jason shushed, and he pulled me into a hug, I eventually calmed down and he sat next to me, “You want to talk about it?” He asked, I remained quiet and he sighed before standing up and getting me up, “Come on” He said as he took me out of the window and on to the roof, he sat down and pulled me down to sit between his legs as he wrapped his arms around me, “Whenever I have nightmares I always find it relaxing to look up at the night sky” He whispered, I sighed

“Well, as you know I was tortured and murdered, so that’s the nightmare you woke me from but a couple hours after Allen and myself arrived here my team was slaughtered by the assholes we’ve come to know as the attackers. While I was waiting for Bruce to arrive my com was still connected to them and Admin had made a modification to it, so I was able to see what he was seeing and-” I cut myself off with a sob, he pulled me further back into his chest and rested his head on my shoulder,

“I’m sure Bruce has already told you but that wasn’t your fault. You can’t blame yourself” He said kissing my cheek.

***

“Remind me again why it’s always us that train the young ones?” I asked Dinah as we arrived inside Mount Justice,

“The kids trust me and since I’m pregnant and you’re the second best to me, it’s suitable for you to train them” She explained,

“Hey (Y/N), Dinah” Roy greeted, I tilted my head

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked,

“Dinah asked me to help you with training” He answered, I sighed

“And how are you going to help?” I asked as we made our way to the training where everyone was waiting,

“Roy!” Wally cheered as he appeared in front of him,

“Have fun, Speedy�� I smirked as his face went dark,

“It’s Red Arrow” He growled making my smirk widen,

“Today, you will all be working as a team to take down Canary Arrow and Red Arrow” Dinah announced,

“Weapons or not?” I asked her as Roy and myself stood in front of the group,

“Weapons allowed” She answered, I pulled my bow out along with Roy, “The rules are; if you fail you’re ‘dead’ meaning you stand out on the side. Understood?” Dinah explained, we all nodded

“Don’t try to take them all on” Roy said as he prepared himself,

“Don’t fail then” I say as we stood back-to-back as the others circled us,

“Begin” Dinah ordered, Roy and myself had taken down about half of them leaving; Dick, Connor, Tim, Wally, Artemis, M’Gann and Kaldur, when Roy began to struggle against the boys, I rolled my eyes as I ran towards him sliding underneath Kaldur and Dick’s attack and kicking Connor in the chest away from Roy then landing a roundhouse kick in Wally and Tim’s face as I landed in front of Roy,

“Can’t handle a couple of boys?” I teased, he rolled his eyes as we stood back-to-back, I ducked under Roy’s bow as he attacked me, “What the hell are you doing?!” I growled as I jumped over him, my eyes darted to M’Gann and sighed as I quickly fired a couple of arrows at her letting her mind control stop,

“Fail; Red Arrow” The computer said, I turned my head to see Kaldur and Connor standing over him, I sighed

“Can you doing anything correct, Uncle Roy?” I taunted,

“Uncle?” Wally asked before I swept him off his feet,

“Fail; Kid-Flash” The computer stated, I looked over the remaining as they stood in front of me,

“Bring it” I smirked, they all came to attack me, I quickly jumped over Tim’s attack and kicked Dick and Kaldur in the face knocking them on to their backs,

“Fail; Aqua-Lad and Nightwing” The computer said, I grabbed the arrow that Artemis shot at me before elbowing Tim in the gut then swinging my leg under him, sending him on to his back,

“Fail; Robin” The computer announced before I was pinned against the wall by Connor, I gasped as he winded me, I kicked him in the stomach sending him away from me and into M’Gann, I groaned as I felt my ribs repair themselves, I quickly shot a smoke arrow giving myself some cover, I hit Artemis in the back of the knee with my bow,

“Fail; Artemis” The computer stated before the smoke cleared and I noticed M’Gann land next to Connor, I glanced at Roy and winked, he covered his ears before I used my Canary Cry making everyone else in the room groan in pain, M’Gann fell on to her front shortly followed by Connor making me stop

“Fail; Miss Martian and Superboy” The computer announced as they got up, I smirked and bowed at the group,

“Well, you lasted longer than I expected” Dinah commented as she stood next to me,

“I thought you asked them to work as a team” I asked,

“I did” She answered,

“Well, the way I see it is that they didn’t. Each of them were just waiting to initiate their attack, the closest I saw to team work was Robin and Nightwing, and Artemis and Kid-Flash” I explained, she nodded

“She’s right. Did you all notice how when Red Arrow was in trouble, Canary was quick to react and get him out of that situation. Not one of you helped the other when they were at their mercy” Dinah explained before she grabbed on to my arm as she gasp, my eyes widened

“Sh*t. I do choose great moments” I muttered as I scooped her up into a bridal style,

“What’s happening?!” Roy asked as they all followed me out of the room.

“Stay here” I ordered as I typed the co-ordinates to the Bat-cave and walked through,

“Miss (Y/N). What’s the matter?” Alfred asked as he made his way towards us,

“Baby me is about to be born” I replied, his eyes widened,

“Come on. We’ll set her up in a room upstairs” He ordered as he lead the way,

“Ollie” Dinah whimpered,

“I’ll get him. Just focus on breathing” I say as I laid her on the bed,

“Miss Lance, you’ll have to change into this” Alfred said as he handed her a hospital gown,

“I’m going to alert Oliver” I say to Alfred, he nodded, and I went out of the room, “Oliver? Do you copy?” I asked into the com, it was quiet “B? Have you got eyes on Oliver?” I asked,

“I do. What’s up?” He asked,

“Dinah’s fallen into labour” I answer,

“Green Arrow” Bruce said,

“Batman” He replied,

“Dinah’s gone into labour” Bruce said,

“What?! Where is she?!” Oliver panicked,

“She’s with me at Wayne Manor” I answered,

“We’re coming” Bruce replied before I cut off with them, I stood outside the room waiting for them then Oliver came running up the stairs, almost falling over, with the Justice League following him,

“Where is she?!” He yelled grabbing my shoulders, I removed his hands from me and mentioned the room, he went inside, and the League approached me,

“Happy birthday” Clark smiled, I nodded

“Thanks” I say before my com began to ring,

“Hello?” I answered,

“Happy birthday doll” Jason said before there was gunshots in the background,

“Thanks babe. Where are you?” I smiled,

“Kicking ass” He answered,

“I guessed by the gunshots” I chuckled, he chuckled

“I’ll come see you later, okay?” He asked,

“See you later” I say before he hung up, I turned back to the League, who were raising an eyebrow at me, “What?” I asked,

“Who was that?” Barry asked,

“A friend” I answered,

“So you call all your friends ‘babe’?” Hal teased, I rolled my eyes

“Does it matter? If (Y/N) is happy then we should accept that” Diana said giving me a smile, I nodded, “Even if she’s being secretive” She commented,

“Seriously?” I exclaimed making them all but Bruce chuckle,

“Who is he?” Bruce questioned,

“One guess” I say, he sighed

“It’s not, is it?” He asked,

“I don’t know who you’re on about” I say containing a smirk,

“Jason” Bruce said firmly,

“Hello old man” Jason’s voice said from behind me, I quickly turned around to see him standing there, I tackled him with a hug

“You said you were coming later” I say as I pulled away,

“I may have lied” he smirked, I narrowed my eyes at him before Bruce cleared his throat making me turn back to him only to notice Alfred stood there as well,

“They want to see you Miss (Y/N)” Alfred said, I nodded and went into the room to find Dinah cradling infant me as Oliver sat next to them,

“You wanted me?” I asked as I approached them,

“Should anything happen to us while you’re here will you take care of Connor and yourself?” Dinah asked, I nodded

“Of course. I think Aunt Diana going to break down the door if you don’t invite them in” I say, they chuckled and nodded so I opened the door “You can all come in” I say, Diana barged passed me to see infant me, they all crowded around the bed, giving congratulations and saying how adorable I was, Jason wrapped an arm over my shoulder’s

“You were so cute, what happened?” He asked, I punched him in the gut “Ow” He groaned as he buckled over,

“What was that? I didn’t hear over how cute I am” I smirked as I bent down to him, he narrowed his eyes at me before standing up straight,

“You’re lucky I love you” He whispered, I smiled as I stood up straight,

“Well, I suppose it’s a good thing that I love you too, Jason” I smiled, he returned it before pulling me into a kiss, we broke apart when Oliver cleared his throat so I turned to face them,

“Who’s this?” Dinah asked, we approached the bedside

“Jason meet my parents” I introduced, their jaws dropped,

“(Y/N), you realise that you just-”

“I know exactly what I did Uncle Barry” I snap cutting him off, my eyes trailed down to infant me,

“Would you care to hold yourself?” Oliver Dad asked, I looked up at him finding him giving me a genuine smile, I slowly nodded as Mum handed me over, I stared at infant me sleeping form

“I want to hold the baby” Diana complained, I rolled my eyes before I felt a presence behind me,

“You don’t look like you can kick ass” Jason commented, I raised an eyebrow as I looked up at him,

“Seriously?” I asked, he smirked before kissing my forehead.

***

I put my feet up on the table as the Justice League members engaged in conversations, I sighed as I stared up at the ceiling in boredom, that was before Dad appeared above me,

“You alright there, kiddo?” He asked, I stood up

“The boredom’s getting to me” I say, he chuckled

“Well, you’ll be back to training with the young ones when your mum’s suitable to come back” He stated,

“I’m surprise I miss them” I confess, he smiled and went to say something but was cut off by the computer screening a scene, my eyes widened before I quickly typed in the co-ordinates for Star city, ran through it and ran home, I picked up speed when I saw one of the attackers going towards Mum who was shielding, Lian, who had hold of me and Connor, I drove an arrow through the skull of it and kicked it to the floor,

“Are you okay?” I asked, they all nodded “Come on. I need to get you safe” I ordered as I mentioned back to the zeta tube,

“(Y/N)…” Mum trailed off as I snapped the necks of two more attackers,

“Go! I’ll be fine!” I ordered, she reluctantly nodded and escorted the kids to the tube, I kept them covered until they got through the tube safely and it had shut down, I was easily getting swarmed by the attackers, I was kicked to the ground and they circled me before several explosive arrows took down most of them and a hand was held out to me,

“Thought you could use a hand” A female voice said, my eyes widened as I looked up and saw Lian in her Red Hood outfit, I took her hand and she pulled me to my feet.

“I thought you were dead. I watched you die” I say,

“That would be our clones that Admin created” She explained,

“So you’re all alive?” I asked, she nodded

“It was our clones that sent you off. We knew the attackers would be on our tails immediately after we sent you back” She clarified,

“I’m so going to kick your ass when we’ve dealt with these” I growled, she smiled

“You haven’t changed on bit” She commented as we stood back-to-back preparing ourselves, “Shall we?” She asked,

“Let’s dance” I smirked causing her to chuckled before we took down the attackers, we looked around to make sure we got them before walking up to each other, I punched her in the arm making her yelp in pain, “That’s for not telling me the plan” I growled and pulled her into a hug, “That’s for being alive” I sighed pulling away, she laughed wrapping an arm over my shoulder’s

“Missed you too cuz” She smiled as we made our way over to the zeta tube, I put in the Justice League’s headquarters co-ordinates before walking through with Lian, we were met by the league and Lian stared at her father as they all gathered round,

“Is Mum alright?” I asked Dad making Lian gasp, I raised an eyebrow at her

“Who are you and what have you done with (Y/N)?” She questioned,

“Get over yourself Red. I’ve had a change of heart towards them” I say rolling my eyes, she narrowed her eyes at me before her eyes drifted to our younger selves,

“See, looking after your ass since day one” She said mentioning how her younger self was holding me, I sighed running a hand over my face,

“Would you like to introduce yourself, or shall I?” I asked as I noticed all the confused looks,

“You can” She smiled,

“Everyone, this is Lian Harper, aka Red Hood, she’s a teammate from the future” I introduced, she took down her hood and smiled at them all, I noticed Roy’s jaw drop as he looked between the Lian’s, Mum removed me from Lian’s hold before she came over to her future self,

“Damn, I look bad ass” She commented

“Language” Roy said,

“Honestly Dad, no matter how many times you’ve said that to me, I still do it” Future Lian sighed,

“Is no one else confused?” Barry asked making most of us chuckle,

“Oh, Uncle B. Our house is slightly f*cked up-”

“Language” Dad growled cutting me off, I rolled my eyes

“Messed up from the attackers so can we stay at the manor” I corrected,

“Sure” Bruce replied, “Thanks Bruce” Mum said, as Dad sent him a nod.

***

We arrived in the Manor and Lian gasped,

“This place hasn’t changed one bit” She commented,

“Gush later Lian” I say as I lead her upstairs into my room, I closed the door “What are you doing here?” I questioned,

“(Y/N), it’s gotten a lot worse since you and Bart left. The attackers are slaughtering the League so easy. Admin and Titan will be coming soon” She explained,

“Please tell me you know who else is ruling alongside BB” I plead, she shook her head

“Admin was getting close though when I left” She said, I groaned running a hand over my face,

“Right, Allen’s working on keeping BB from going down the wrong path. So, we’ll have to catch him up when the other two get here” I say, mostly to myself,

“What are we going to do?” She asked,

“Should anymore attackers come, we’re are the only ones who know how to deal with them, so we’ll take them down” I say,

“Can’t we teach the League?” She asked,

“No. This stays between us Misfits. Should the other leader be a part of the league and we tell them how we defeat them, it can change the future big-time, they’ll make it, so we can’t kill them” I explained, she nodded and sighed

“(Y/N), there’s something you should know about Connor” She said,

“What about him?” I asked, she hesitated before I pinned her to the door, “Tell me!” I ordered,

“BB killed him. He was protecting me while the machine was preparing” She explained with tears in her eyes, I let go of her and let out a frustrated sighed before punching the wall,

“F*ck” I muttered,

“I’m sorry” She apologised, I looked up at her

“What do you mean? If you’re blaming yourself for it, don’t. Connor knew what he was getting into. Lian look at me” I say, “My brother died saving you because he loved you. He did do for a while. He had hope that you would save the future” I say,

“You told me that me that he didn’t, for years” She said looking betrayed, I rolled my eyes “Why?” She questioned, I remained quiet, “Dammit (Y/N)! Tell me, why?!” She yelled,

“We didn’t have time for relationships!” I snapped,

“No, you didn’t. You didn’t let anything get in the way of the mission” She retorted,

“Yes! I know! I was cruel cousin! But I kept us all alive them years, did I not?!” I yelled,

“And a relationship wouldn’t have kept us alive?” She asked, I glared at her making her scoff, “You’re unbelievable. It’s no wonder that no one came to save you” She snapped, my eyes widened

“Leave” I seethed, the realisation hit her as all the anger in her features were replaced with guilt,

“(Y/N), I-”

“Get out Red!” I screamed, she quickly left the room and I sat down on my bed and sighed, there was a knock on my door before it slowly opened revealing Jason, he closed it behind him and kneeled in front of me,

“You okay?” He asked,

“Peachy” I answered giving a fake smile, he sighed and pulled me into a hug, to which I broke down in, he picked me up and sat me on his lap on the bed.

***

I sighed as I twirled an arrow in my hand, Lian and myself had to babysit the younger us and Connor,

“Hi Uncle Jay” Young Lian greeted, I stopped twirling the arrow and turned around to see him walking over to me, I smiled at him as he bent down giving me a kiss, earning a scoff from older Lian, I rolled my eyes

“What’s with you?” Jason asked as he looked over to her,

“What’s wrong with me? Well, your girlfriend said that we didn’t have time for relationships, but I guess that doesn’t include her” She sneered,

“She’s still being sour about me not telling her about Connor loving her” I translate, he hummed before I heard an explosion outside, I got up and looked out of the window to see attackers coming through a portal,

“I’m not being sour. I could have been happy with him. He could still be alive” She snapped, I rolled my eyes

“We don’t have time for this” I say,

“Oh no, we never do. (Y/N)’s always got her mind on the mission, can’t deal with personal issues” She retorted, I growled and punched her in the face, “I said we don’t have time for this because we’ve got company. Now, you protect these. I’ll handle the rest” I ordered as I made my way out of the room,

“Typical!” She yelled after me,

“She’s seriously got to get over it” I mumbled as I got outside, I raised an eyebrow as I noticed Admin and Titan fighting against the attackers, I jumped straight into the action,

“Canary” Titan greeted,

“Good to see you two again” I say,

“Let’s give them hell” Admin smirked, I nodded and we all got to work taking down the attackers, I heard a window smash making my head snap round to see a group of attackers getting into the manor,

“F*ck! Admin portal now!” I yelled, he threw one open and I jumped through it knocking down two attackers, the portal closed, and I killed the group and they was a cheer from the doorway, I looked up to see young Lian smiling and clapping,

“Should we be worried that the younger you likes violence?” Admin asked as he and Titan came inside,

“Nope” Older Lian answered as she approached them and gave them a hug, “Glad you made it” She smiled pulling away, younger Lian was joined by Connor and Jason, who was holding younger me, at the door, moments later the Justice League burst through front door and went into defensive mode when they noticed Admin and Titan, I stood in front of them

“I suggest you all ease up. These are my other two teammates from the future; Alexandro Mikael, aka Admin, and Arron Yeager, aka Titan” I introduced, Arron pulled himself from the nape and stood next to me,

“Why is it when one of your team appears these ‘attackers’ always follow?” Clark asked, I noticed Arron and Alexandro tense up,

“Because in case you haven’t noticed we’re trying to save the future” I growled glaring at him.

“It’s also because they’re trying to kill (Y/N), well infant (Y/N)” Alexandro stated,

“They’re what?” I asked turning to him,

“You’re the leaders biggest threat so if he kills you when you’re an infant then you’ll never exist” He explained, I groaned

“Sh*t just got so much complicated. We’ll have to meet up with Allen and have a debrief” I say,

“A debrief?” Bruce asked,

“Yeah. At first it was just me, Alexandro and Arron, as the Misfits. Then Allen joined the group and then Red Riding Hood over here found out I was alive and joined” I say,

“I won’t hesitate to kill you again” Lian threatened, I chucked at the empty threat

“Course you won’t. Now, if you won’t mind monitoring infant me until we’ve returned, thank you” I say as I lead the way through the league and Admin threw open a portal to which we all walked through to find Allen and Jaime relaxing on the couch, I cleared my throat “Allen” I say gaining his attention, “Debrief” I say as I mentioned him to follow, Admin opened another portal to which we walked through and arrived in an abandoned apartment, “Alright, Admin what you got?” I asked,

“BB and Superman. They’re the leaders” He stated, my eyes widened

“Superman?” Allen questioned,

“Yeah, after Lois’ death he started going down a dark path” He answered,

“Right. Allen, how’s it going with BB?” I asked,

“Good?” He answered unsurely as his cheeks became red.

“Oh, sweet mother of God” I groaned running a hand over my face,

“What?” Arron asked,

“Allen’s in an intimate relationship with BB” I state making Allen turn redder from embarrassment, the others jaw dropped as they stared at him,

“Aw little Bart’s growing up” Lian teased,

“Enough” I sighed gaining their attention again,

“Your relationship may actually help us. Don’t let him out of your sight, and if he looks like he’s straying away bring him back, understood?” I asked, Allen nodded and saluted,

“Red Hood, Admin and Titan get the pleasure of monitoring younger me and Lian, and then when it comes to it, your younger selves as well” I ordered, they all nodded “Alright, let’s hope this works” I say before Admin opened up two portals, one for Allen and one for the rest of us, we walked through and found the Justice league attempting to fight off the attackers,

“We leave for five minutes. Honestly” Lian scoffed, I heard the infant me cry making my eyes widened as I noticed attackers flying in the air with me,

“Titan throw me” I ordered, he quickly transformed and threw me up to the attackers, I kicked the one that had hold of infant me, grabbed infant me and fell back towards the ground,

“Titan catch her!” I heard Lian order, I cradled little me into my chest as I felt Titan catch us and land on the ground, I pulled little me away from my chest only to have her beaming up at me, I ducked underneath an attackers attack and rammed an arrow through its skull, I quickly removed my leather jacket and created it as a carrier for little me, I notched an arrow in my bow and fired it into the skull of one that was about to attack Lian, her eyes widened as she turned around to see it fall, I swung around kicking one down and slamming another arrow into its forehead, I quickly looked around to see that they had all been dealt with, I sighed and stood up straight

“Thanks” Lian said as she came over to me, I nodded and removed little me from the makeshift carrier, I was still beaming and clapping my hands,

“Looks like Lian’s not the only one who likes violence” Alexandro commented as he and Arron came over to me,

“I was surrounded by superheroes, what did you expect?” I asked as I looked over at the league staring at something, I lead the group over and saw one of the attackers kneeling in front of Clark, I growled and passed little me to Mum

“Canary” Arron said with a warning tone, I pushed through the league and grabbed the attackers throat pulling him to his feet,

“Give me one good reason not to rip you apart” I growled as I twirled an arrow in my hand,

“Go to hell Canary” They spat,

“I’ll see you there” I smirked before shoving the arrow into his eye, I dropped it to the ground and removed my arrow and cleaned it before putting it away,

“You just murdered a valuable witness” Clark said, I rolled my eyes

“No, I killed an enemy” I state turning to him, his eyes began to glow red, I nodded towards Alexandro and a kryptonite blade appeared in my hand and I stabbed him in the shoulder,

“(Y/N)!” Mum yelled,

“Don’t f*ck with me Clark. I know them things more than anyone else here” I growled, I pulled the blade out of him making him hiss before turning around and walking through the crowd.

***

“Clark is a loose cannon. We’ve lost two people because of that” Bruce said making me look to him, seeing him give me a sympathetic look,

“Bruce none of us are strong enough to stop him alone. And we can’t work together as a team because of trust issues” Barry stated, I stood up

“Actually Barry, you just need to let a looser cannon off” I say,

“(Y/N), no” Jason said as he stood next to me,

“He’s one of the leaders that destroy the future, he’s the main reason I’m here” I say,

“I won’t allow it” He said,

“You don’t have to” Bruce said making Jason’s head snap to him,

“Bruce, she’s like your daughter!” He argued, I sighed

“(Y/N)!” Lian yelled as she burst in and ran over to me with Arron and Alexandro behind her with younger Lian and Connor, “I’m sorry. You said you were going out on patrol to cool off because you got in an argument with Connor and you’ve been kidnapped” She cried,

“See you can’t possible go after Clark if you’re missing” Jason tried to convince me,

“You’re going after Supes?” Arron asked, I nodded

“We’ll help” Alexandro said,

“Lian, I need you to look after your younger self, Arron, Alexandro I need you to make sure no one gets in my way” I ordered,

“You’re not, are you?” Alexandro asked, I looked at him “Não, você não está fazendo isso, novamente (No, you're not doing this again)” He said,

“You can’t stop her” Arron said, he sighed and the two of them prepared themselves,

“I’m not losing you” Jason said making me face him,

“I know you’ll be able to bring me back” I say giving him a small smile, placing a hand on his cheek, he closed his eyes as he leaned into my touch,

“Promise me you won’t die” He whispered, I pulled him down and kissed him, we broke a part,

“I won’t be going anywhere soon, Jay” I smiled before I pulled away from him and headed over to Arron and Alexandro, to gear up, I put a blade of golden kryptonite on my back, a kryptonite dagger on my side, two pistols loaded with kryptonite laced bullets in the holders in my leather jacket then lastly my bow and arrows, “Let’s go” I ordered, Admin opened a portal and we went through it, I immediately noticed Superman talking to Wonder-Woman and Aqua-man, I notched an arrow and fired it at Superman, it lodged into his shoulder before exploding.

***

I groaned as I sat up and looked around at my surroundings,

“You’ve awoke” Bruce said, I stood up and folded my arms

“Why am I in here?” I asked mentioning the cell,

“We need to make sure that you’re no longer the loose cannon we let off” he answered, I rolled my eyes

“Is he dead?” I questioned, already knowing the answer

“Sim, o homem não vai ter um caixão aberto (Yes, the man will not have an open coffin)” Admin replied,

“Good” I smirked before sitting back down, 

“You blacked out after finishing him off, Wonder-Woman almost got to you” Bruce informed, I hummed

“That would be because past me got killed” I answered,

“Is she awake?” Jason asked as he came into view,

“I am” I replied, he smiled and came closer to the cell,

“It’s good to see you awake doll” He say, I nodded

“Why don’t you just let me out of here. I’m not the loose cannon” I say giving a fake smile,

“She’s lying” Red Hood commented as she appeared, I dropped the smile

“Fine” I growled before using my Canary cry shattering the cell door’s glass and sending them to their knees before I left, picking up my bow and arrows on the way, I arrived at the cemetery and made my way up to my parents gravestones

‘(Y/N) Queen. Daughter, Sister, Friend’

“They did give me a burial after all” I hummed before I laid underneath my gravestone staring up at the sky,

“Hey kid, it’s disrespectful laying on people’s graves” A male voice said,

“Well, this is my burial place so jog on” I say, not even looking in his direction,

“Well, could you at least get up Canary Arrow” he said, I sat up and looked up at the male to find

“John Constantine” I smirk as I got to my feet,

“Pleasure, I suppose” He replied, I hummed

“And what are you doing at my grave?” I questioned,

“Who says I was at your grave?” He asked raising an eyebrow and smirking,

“You asked me to move. Plus, I know it’s you who digs up my body and takes me to the last known Lazarus Pit to revive me” I answered crossing my arms,

“You’re too smart for your own good” He grumbled, I gave a big fake smile

“What can I say? I’m just too good” I say, he hummed, and my deceased body appeared on the dirt,

“Do yourself a favour and carry your body” He ordered,

“Yes boss” I say sarcastically as I picked my body up and followed him to a jeep, I placed my body into the back and turned to him “I’ll see you around Constantine” I say, he nodded as he lit a cigarette and climbed into the jeep before driving off.

***

I was sat on a building as I watched Jason kick some thugs ass’, I smiled slightly, it immediately dropped when Jason got knocked to the ground and was getting up, I jumped off the building landing on the thug before I hit the others around the face with my bow,

“(Y/N)…?” Jason mumbled as he semi-sat up, I smiled

“Hello Jay” I greeted as I crouched down and removed his helmet, I peck his lips then stood up straight, he scrambled to his feet, cupped my face and pulled me in for a kiss that was full of need and love, I returned it with the same and we broke apart staring at each other smiling like idiots,

“I love you” We said in unison making us both chuckle.

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Reduced Field-of-View Diffusion-Weighted Magnetic Resonance Imaging of the Prostate at 3 Tesla: Comparison With Standard Echo-Planar Imaging Technique for Image Quality and Tumor Assessment.

Objective: The purpose of this study was to compare image quality and tumor assessment at prostate magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) between reduced field-of-view diffusion-weighted imaging (rFOV-DWI) and standard DWI (st-DWI). Methods: A total of 49 patients undergoing prostate MRI and MRI/ultrasound fusion-targeted biopsy were included. Examinations included st-DWI (field of view [FOV], 200 x 200 mm) and rFOV-DWI (FOV, 140 x 64 mm) using a 2-dimensional (2D) spatially-selective radiofrequency pulse and parallel transmission. Two readers performed qualitative assessments; a third reader performed quantitative evaluation. Results: Overall image quality, anatomic distortion, visualization of capsule, and visualization of peripheral/transition zone edge were better for rFOV-DWI for reader 1 (P = 0.567). For both readers, sensitivity, specificity, and accuracy for tumor with a Gleason Score (GS) of 3 + 4 or higher were not different (P >= 0.289). Lesion clarity was higher for st-DWI for reader 2 (P = 0.008), although similar for reader 1 (P = 0.409). Diagnostic confidence was not different for either reader (P >= 0.052). Tumor-to-benign apparent diffusion coefficient ratio was not different (P = 0.675). Conclusions: Potentially improved image quality of rFOV-DWI did not yield improved tumor assessment. Continued optimization is warranted. Copyright © 2017 Wolters Kluwer Health, Inc. All rights reserved. from # All Medicine by Alexandros G. Sfakianakis via alkiviadis.1961 on Inoreader http://ift.tt/2i1kniJ

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Comparison of Echocardiographic Diagnostic Criteria of Left Ventricular Noncompaction in a Pediatric Population

Abstract

Background

There is controversy regarding the best echocardiographic diagnostic criteria for left ventricular noncompaction (LVNC). We assessed the diagnostic utility and reproducibility of the previously proposed echocardiographic diagnostic criteria in a pediatric population using a segmental approach.

Methods

Echocardiograms were matched for patients with and without a clinical diagnosis of LVNC. Blinded reviews of echocardiograms measured (1) depths of intertrabecular recesses (X/Y), (2) noncompaction-to-compaction ratio (NC/C), and (3) number of trabeculations, using a segmental approach. Measurements were analyzed for area under the receiver operating characteristic curves (AUC), sensitivity, and specificity.

Results

There were 30 echocardiograms in the initial cohort (15 LVNC cases, 15 controls). Median age was 1.7 years (IQR 0.2–6.9 years) and systolic function was decreased in 40%. Comparison of diagnostic criteria demonstrated the best interrater agreement and AUC with an X/Y ratio measured in end-diastole in the parasternal short axis in the apical anterolateral segment (κ 0.72, CI 0.43–1.00, p value <0.001), yielding 100% sensitivity and 70–86% specificity, among readers. The least predictive and reproducible method was the NC/C ratio. A validation cohort confirmed the superiority of the X/Y ratio, although the interrater agreement and AUC decreased.

Conclusion

Measurements according to existing LVNC diagnostic criteria vary by echocardiographic view and segment. Modification of the Chin et al. criteria (Circulation 82:507–513, 1990) using an X/Y ratio <0.5 had the greatest interrater reliability and predictive validity when measured in end-diastole in the parasternal short axis in the apical anterolateral segment. The NC/C ratio had the lowest reliability and predictive validity.

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