#carbon body kit

[diagnozabam]

Larte Design în Top 5 Tuning Auto Premium la Nivel Mondial

[vividracing]

New Post has been published on https://www.vividracing.com/blog/mercedes-clk63-black-series-front-carbon-spoiler-reborn/

Mercedes CLK63 Black Series Front Carbon Spoiler Reborn

The Mercedes CLK63 AMG Black Series is one of the most iconic cars of its time. With only 500 cars made in the world and 394 brought to the USA, this car has become a collectors piece. Only available as a 2008 model, the DTM inspired flares and raw 6.3L (6.218L actually) V8 engine pumps out 500 horsepower with its 7 speed paddle shift transmission. In its heyday, this was the pace car for F1 races around the world and posters on the walls for many enthusiasts.

Back in 2019 I had purchased a very rare 1 of 10 Mars Red Mercedes CLK63 AMG Black Series. When COVID hit and space in the Vivid Racing shop became a premium, I decided to sell the car on Bring a Trailer. Having purchased the car for $72500 and sold it for $95000, I thought I was a big dog. Today that car with 23000 miles I sold it with is worth $150K.

So after I sold my Porsche 992 GT3 we did here at Vivid Racing, I started a new quest to find another Black Series. With not a single Mars Red available in the USA, I started to look globally. Since I had previous imported the Ford Escort RS Cosworth from Spain, I decided to see what was in Europe. After some searching I came across this incredible white one that was actually produced in 2007 for the AMG CEO. It was outfitted with many European market exclusive options such as carbon fiber door cards, a carbon fiber GT trunk wing, and bucket AMG racing seats. But then it had this crazy front lip spoiler that further accentuated the DTM look of the car. Unfortunately they wanted $130,000 for this vehicle that had an equivalent of 70,000 miles so I continued my hunt.

A short time later I came across this beautiful Silver CLK63 in Nashville. With only 19500 miles on it, this was the perfect car. Wanting to get this as a collector piece, I did not want to really modify it. But that white one with the front lip kept on pulling heart strings. When the CLK63 hit the USA market, the aftermarket community went crazy with modifications not knowing what this car would become. Everything from suspension, exhausts, intakes, superchargers, and more aero parts. Being that the CLK63 comes factory with a carbon fiber rear diffuser, a carbon fiber trunk lip wing, and carbon fiber front bumper side vents, it is definitely missing a carbon fiber front lip.

     Utilizing our experience with creating Carbon Fiber Aero parts, I 3d scanned the entire front bumper. Pulling from queues of the white Mercedes CLK63, we designed this new front lip spoiler to flow seamlessly with the rest of the aero and carbon fiber style. Now with a complete CAD model completed, a CNC aluminum mold was developed to lay up pre-preg carbon fiber material and then allow it to cure in an autoclave. Utilizing the latest technology and tier 1 materials in the pre-preg carbon fiber process, we achieve a beautiful glossy finish. The result is an OEM matching 2×2 twill carbon weave that fits to perfection.

In the end we now have a carbon fiber front lip spoiler for the limited amount of Mercedes CLK63 AMG Black Series cars. This isn’t a get rich product, but brings back the initial modding and enthusiast craze of such a legendary car. If interested in acquiring one of these front lip spoilers, just click on the link below or contact us.

Order the VR Aero Mercedes CLK63 AMG Front Lip Here

[carbonadoaero]

Luxury Body Kits: The Perfect Blend of Performance and Elegance

Discover luxury body kits at a Carbonado Aero– where performance and luxury combine. Our designs combine elegance and high-performance elements in a way that perfectly balances functionality and style. Shop for our high-quality body kits and achieve the highest automotive performance. Visit us to learn more!

[carbonfiberhoods]

Carbon Fiber body Kit in USA

Carbon Fiber Hoods are the latest in fashion accessory technology. They are made of carbon fiber, and provide superior aerodynamics, protection from the elements, while also looking great! They come in a variety of styles and colors to suit everyone's needs. Check out our Carbon Fiber body Kit, fenders, front bumpers and more!

[performancespeed]

The Robot Craftsman Dry Carbon Fiber Full Body Kit for Tesla Model 3

The Robot Craftsman Dry Carbon Fiber Full Tesla Model 3 Body Kit for is a premium upgrade that will transform the look and feel of your car. Made from high-quality carbon fiber, this kit is both lightweight and durable, and it will give your Tesla a more aggressive and sporty appearance.

The kit includes the following components:

Carbon Fiber Hood Bonnet

FRP Front Bumper & Carbon Fiber Front Lip

Carbon Fiber Front Bumper Canards

FRP Rear Bumper & Carbon Fiber Rear Diffuser

Carbon Fiber Side Skirts

FRP Fender Flares

All of the components in the kit are pre-preg carbon fiber with UV protection clearcoat, so you can be sure that they will look their best for years to come. The kit is also easy to install, and it comes with all of the necessary hardware.

If you are looking for a way to make your Tesla Model 3 stand out from the crowd, then the Robot Craftsman Dry Carbon Fiber Full Body Kit is the perfect upgrade for you. It is lightweight, durable, and it will give your car a more aggressive and sporty appearance.

Here are some of the benefits of installing the Robot Craftsman Dry Carbon Fiber Full Body Kit on your Tesla Model 3:

Improved aerodynamic performance

Reduced weight

Increased strength and durability

More aggressive and sporty appearance

UV protection clearcoat for a long-lasting finish

If you are interested in purchasing the Robot Craftsman Dry Carbon Fiber Full Body Kit for Tesla Model 3, you can visit the Performance Speed Shop website. The kit is currently available for purchase for $3,009.00.

Please note: The kit comes with primed finish ready to be sanded and painted. If you want to change the color of the kit, you will need to have it professionally painted.

[benihana-circumcision]

The control bar assembly wraps around me, a warm hug conducted through the mech's frame from the heat in the reactor core. The forcefeedback servos at each joint are tuned to perfection; the pushback giving just enough proprioception to make the the lithe, spindly, fifteen-ton thing I'm holding by the neck and thigh feel like a plateless Olympic weight bar. Comforting.

A drop of hydraulic oil seeping past a seal above me beads up and drops onto my brow, mixing with sweat. The potentiometers at each joint coax the frame into singing in total electromechanical harmony with the actin-myosin filament bundles between my skin and bone. Carbon and sweat, oil and steel, the bare minimum of entwined copper wiring and silicon required to get everything to gel. She's a wonderful piece of kit, genuinely.

The enemy should have known she was fucked the moment she engaged with anything less than a BVR nuke; this thing can take as many hits as she needs to, while still returning the favor tenfold. Helps that I was the best grappler in my year back at camp.

She's got targeting computers and a head-up display, the best shit you can get without putting needles through your vertebrae, but I cut power to those the moment the enemy jammed the WEZ and shot off her missile pods. Past that point it's all just more visual noise, and I've been piloting her long enough to run field triage by ear. Everyone underestimates how heavily proper operation depends on a good ear.

I'm looking through the cockpit glass at the thing's lidless eye as its Inconel claws scramble and shave sparks off the armor plating on the Cincinnati's forearm trying to find purchase. Procurement's gonna have my ass if I keep dragging this out.

I tighten my grip around its leg. Its core tenses and writhes as woven carbon panels yield and crack under my machine's fist. Through the P.A., I can hear the pilot's agony get overridden with the unintelligible babbling and whining that comes with the artificial dopamine flood, that unfortunate Pavlovian reward mechanism kicking in.

Poor girl. Even considering the returns in performance, neurofeedback still ain't worth all this. My machine gets an arm lopped off? I can limp home, get the girls back at the hangar to slap a new one on, and get back in the field the next day. These things? Even if the pain doesn't break you, even if you don't get taken out, even if you manage to get home in one piece, even if your techs manage to drag you out of the frame kicking and screaming while they pull the jack out of the base of your neck with a wet metallic clunk, that arm's still gonna hang numb and limp off your shoulder for the remainder of your hopefully short service life before your handler drags you out back behind the shed.

The enemy goes limp. Supplicant. Maybe the pilot sees God in my canopy glaze.

As I twist the fucking thing's head off like I'm opening a pickle jar, I try to tune out the sounds of the pilot screaming in something resembling orgiastic bliss.

I radio in for a salvage team and a chaplain.

For all intents and purposes, I've killed her. Once the machine's so intertwined with the CNS like that, such a blow will fry the brain (or, at least, the parts of the brain concerned with things like "your favorite food" and "your mother's last words" and "voluntary motor control") beyond the point of no return. I try not to think about how, when we bury her, the body will still breathe. How the pelvis will still spasm under six feet of dirt.

...Eugh.

[toto-the-cactus]

Here is the crap I was creating. New Perturabo angst drop, so enjoy! Also, tagging those that helped me with the question I posted before so this thing could be written for ur entertainment. I hope you don't mind that I took your boy Maximus for this story, Throne. He deserves more stories and I wanted to include him here too uwu

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Summary: The memories of a Primarch who had lost more than his humanity.

Pairing: Implied Perturabo x Reader (female)

CW: Murder attempt, general chaos bullshit, implied child death but no actual death.

Music Box

The memory had been seared over his mind the same way fire does over skin. The place where he let his mind wander against his will to bring back the pain he had become so accustomed to.

The birth went with the expected complications that the Apothecary had warned when one took into account your baseline anatomy but by the Throne, you endured, you screamed and even dared to curse his name once or twice only to be rewarded by the shrill cry of the baby that you had been carrying for 7 months (your body had been unable to complete the 9 months. Too risky, too taxing).

If Perturabo had been a possessive menace when around you, suddenly becoming the father of a small little girl had made him worse.

He had been the one to choose the name Klionike. Such a sweet child, always well-mannered and soft spoken wherever she went but with quite a terrifying intelligence that made his chest swell with pride, already showing great skills as a diplomatic and strategist.

She had been the first one to be gifted a music box handcrafted by Perturabo himself, with a melody that the Primarch knew had been the lullabies you sang to her when she had been still inside the womb.

What had been the words she had told him back then?

It has become hard to properly acknowledge those small details nowadays.

Ah, right!

“It’s beautiful, father” she said with propriety, opening the box and letting the soft tune engulf the growing family. Back then you had already birthed his other two precious girls, Melitta and Charis, only to be heavily pregnant again that same year again. The Apothecary hadn’t been amused at all.

After that, the rest of his daughters had wanted music boxes too and he had been too indulgent to deny them. Melitta, sweet and shy, got hers a bit earlier and the tune had been one personally chosen by Calliphone at the time.

Charis on the other hand, with a unique fierceness paired with the temperament of her father, had wanted a Bolter without hesitation. Of course he had refused the request of his youngest, but offered to give her a beautiful sword only when she would be ready to wield it (you hadn’t been happy by that decision but it was hard to impose your will on a stubborn child of a Primarch). His precious child had pouted and huffed in annoyance at that and, in consequence, refused the music box out of misplaced pride since she didn’t want a ‘useless snooty toy’.

Perturabo remembers scolding her too harshly since said toys were crafted with his own hands and he wasn’t about to allow any of his children to insult him like that.

As the hardened and morose Primarch that he was, he had refused to apologize for screaming at his daughter. They needed to learn obedience.

That never changed the fact that Perturabo had felt a pang of… something sting at his hearts when he saw the tears on Charis' eyes.

Insolence wasn’t about to be tolerated even by his own blood.

‘I need another cogwheel for this part’ he thought idly while hunched over his workshop.

Nowadays it was hard to tie most of those memories with any discernible emotion.

Ah, yes… After Charis, you had birthed his first and only son.

Perturabo wonders what he had hated the most about his son; the ever present disappointment or simply because the boy had been a carbon copy of himself.

Maximus had been the source of more than one fight between him and you. The kid constantly clinging to your dress and too close to bawling each time the Primarch even dared to look at him.

“He’s still my baby! Please don’t do this, Perturabo!” you had begged him that time. The stress of having Maximus taken away from you now that he was old enough to become an astartes wasn’t doing any favors to your (once again) pregnant body. Never in his life the demigod had dared to lay a hand on you against any logic. He had always been brutal when needed but his own mind and body had defied him more than once regarding you when he had felt the edge of his temper arise.

You couldn’t do anything to stop him when he had grabbed roughly the arm of his son and took him away.

The silence that had followed lasted for days and it quickly turned into weeks.

Perturabo had been sure that you would eventually get over the matter, letting you be and regarding your cold anger as a mere temper tantrum that will eventually be left forgotten.

But then you moved your pillow and blanket inside Charis’ room. The Lord of Iron was starting to suspect that he had crossed a line that he had no way to back away from.

‘I need to cut the galvanized sheet to cover it’ he went on internally. Perturabo supposed that the isolation during that period had been a good thing, for it allowed him some introspection.

He couldn’t fault you for acting as a mother trying to protect and coddle her children. He would have been furious if that hadn’t been the case but you have always been a woman of infinite patience and kind by a fault. Being a loving parent was a role you had taken so naturally like a fish does to water.

The silent treatment lasted a whole year and, in consequence, he had missed the birth of his fifth child.

Another girl… and for what he had been informed by the Apothecary, there had been a complication with the umbilical cord and her underdeveloped second lungs. Little Timo’s welcome to the world had been a noose around her chubby neck and the obvious absence of her father.

You had refused to sleep and even more to let go of Timo; obsessively watching her breath to make sure that she was okay and safe between your arms in a weak attempt to protect her from the unforgiving universe.

That has been exactly how he had found you that day. Your tired and sore body curled around the baby and something inside Perturabo had felt horribly bitter when he saw you trying to curl even tighter when his presence was noticed.

“What do you want?” you asked with a hoarse voice and not looking him in the eyes. The Primarch was surprised at how long it had been since he had heard your voice and suddenly was reminded how lonely he had felt during the year.

“I will not apologize for sending Maximus away… he needs to grow and learn to fight” he doesn’t add more. Perturabo can see how you frown in both anger and concentration. Timo had almost died when she was just barely out of your womb and the comparison of losing a child to war felt just as terrible… but you suddenly understood that giving Maximus a chance to fight back in this hostile universe helped to sooth the hole his absence had left.

Doesn’t change that Perturabo hardly ever acknowledged anything noteworthy from his only son.

It took months to be able to sleep in the same bed and even longer for you to hold his hand when he finished any designs inside his workshop.

It wasn’t the normality you two were used to, but it was a start.

‘What happened after that?’ he wondered once again, a welding pen on his massive hand at the wait of closing one side of the box.

Oh… Horus Heresy.

That was when his most unpleasant memories started.

He had been so sure that following Horus was the right thing. He could finally be recognized by his talents and efforts and bring a better world for his children.

But things got out of control so horribly��� Olympia… Calliphone. Perturabo had been already a strung up rope only needing a little push to snap completely. Then he arrived at his vessel only to find you and Kleonike carrying a few belongings in a hurry, your face pale and full of tears only to freeze in terror when you saw him at the door frame looking like a shadow of the man you loved.

He had looked like a monster into your eyes in those brief seconds and something possessive inside the Iron Lord snapped. You will not leave him.

He refused… and he was ready to force his will on you. It didn’t matter that you were carrying Timo in your arms and his precious girl was already crying by watching him. His hand was already close and looming over your head to snap your neck.

“Dad, stop! Please, stop!” Kleonike screamed with the most jarring cry, so out of character from her, that Perturabo was able to look down at what he had been ready to do.

Those seconds were all you needed to sprint in a run. Any belongings left behind and just brusquely taking your oldest daughter by the arm to escape without second thoughts. Kleonike may have been way taller than you, but even she knew that right now second guessing wasn’t an option.

The room was still the same despite all the millenia that had passed. He needed to keep it clean and ready for when you and his daughters would come back. Maximus too; he can forgive the boy for taking you all away from him since his son did it out of concern to protect his mother and sisters.

He may be a disappointment as a soldier but at least he did good as a son and brother.

“Done” Perturabo said without an ounce of emotion in his voice while admiring his handiwork. The carefully designed vines and flowers over the lid and corners of the box gave it a precious and beautiful presentation, but the real gem rested within the inside of the box itself.

With a slow movement, the Iron Lord lifted the lid and a soft tune immediately welcomed his ears.

So he closed his eyes… and tried to remember once again what it had been to have his family here.

“Happy birthday, Timo” he muttered absently. He wasn’t sure which would be the age of his youngest daughter now, but he kept creating the music boxes he had wished to give to all his girls every few decades.

One music box added to the thousands he still kept in a closet.

And so… Perturabo sat down back to his workshop.

Memories always came and went anyways.

There ya go! Hope yall liked it!

[sicktember]

Sicktember 2024 Prompt-Based Resources to Help You Get Started! 💚

**Sicktember 2023 prompt-based resources can be found [Here]

Hangovers

What is a hangover [niaaa.nih.gov]

15 hangover horror stories [buzzfeed.com]

7 ways to cure your hangover [health.harvard.edu]

How to Write a Drunk Character [allwritealright.com]

Over Indulgence

Dealing with Food hangovers [health.usnews.com]

4 Ways to Stop Digestive Discomfort  [michiganmedicine.org]

I Ate Too Much. Now What Do I Do? [osfhealthcare.org]

Is It Possible… Stomach Explode? [popsci.com]

Campus/Con Crud

Crushing the Campus Crud [hercampus.com]

So What is Con Crud  [granitcon.com]

Coming Down With the Crud  [bmhsc.org]

Rogue Organs

What Is Appendicitis? [hopkinsmedicine.org]

Gallbladder Removal [nhs.uk]

Tonsillectomy [mayoclinic.org]

Spleen Problems and Removal [nhs.uk]

Dizziness/Vertigo

Understanding Vertigo [on.bluecross.ca]

Types of Vertigo [acare.abbott.com]

Dizziness vs. Vertigo [cornerstonephsio.com]

Medieval Treatment

Medicine in the Middle Ages [ncbi.nlm.nih.gov]

6 Medieval Medical Practices [guavahealth.com]

Healing Power of Maggots/Leeches (Modern) [mountainview-hospital.com]

When Medicine was Humorous [merryfarmer.wordpress.com]

Mononucleosis

About Mono [cdc.gov]

Mono For Teens [kidshealth.org]

How to Test for Mono [mountsinai.org]

Sick People Food

What People Around the World Eat When Sick [businessinsider.com]

Sick Day Foods Across the Globe  [nyubiteclub.com]

8 Best Foods to Eat When Feeling Sick [forbes.com]

Toxin/Poison

Poisons and Toxins [sciencelearn.org]

Poisoning. What The Doctors Do [thedoctorwillseeyounow.com]

Common HouseHold Poisons [cincinnatichildrens.org]

FAQs Carbon Monoxide Poisoning [cdc.gov]

Brain Fog/Spaced Out

What is Brain Fog [everydayhealth.com]

Understanding Brain Fog [henryford.com]

Causes of Zoning Out [verywellhealth.com]

Aches And Pains

What Causes Body Aches When Sick? [uclahealth.org]

5 Tips For Writing About Physical Pain [louiseharnbyproofreader.com]

Hypochondriac tendencies

Illness Anxiety Disorder [my.clevelandclinic.org]

Signs You May be a hypochondriac [centerforanxietydisorders.com]

10 Health Anxiety Myths  [happiful.com]

How To Write Anxiety [writerscookbook.com]

Anaphylactic Response

What is Anaphylaxis  [betterhealth.vic.gov.au]

Anaphylactic Shock: What You Need to Know [healthline.com]

Waiting Rooms

What happens in the emergency department [advocatehealth.com]

Triage and Emergency Assessment  [ncbi.nlm.nih.gov]

Setting Description: Emergency Waiting Room [writershelpingwriters.net]

Summer Flu

Can You Get the Flu in the Summer? [verywellhealth.com]

Leisure Sickness  [avogel.ca]

Catching a Cold When It’s Warm [newsinhealth.nih.gov]

Heart Condition/Cardiac Arrest

Types of Heart Attacks [www.healthline.com]

Common Heart Conditions [summahealth.org]

What Does a Heart Attack Feel Like? [health.clevelandclinic.org]

How to Describe a Heart Attack in a Story [writingtipsoasis.com]

Pulling a Ferris Bueller

Define Pulling a Ferris Bueller [urbandictionary.com]

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off Summary [gradesaver.com]

10 Things Ferris Bueller Taught Us [dailyedge.ie]

A Note From the Mods [Tumblr Post]

Sick While Traveling

Take Steps to Stay Healthy While Traveling [cdc.gov]

Motion Sickness [sciencefocus.com]

How to Remove Vomit From Car Interior [wikihow.com]

Sick on Vacation Tips [apartmenttherapy.com]

Hospital Bed

How to Write a Hospital Scene [writersdigest.com]

Hospital Bed Components & Safety [robsonforensic.com]

9 Way to Help When Someone is Hospitalized [upstate.edu]

First Aid Kit

Make a First Aid Kit [redcross.org]

Travelers First Aid Kit [hopkinsmedicine.org]

Health Plan and First Aid for College [uh.edu]

Flushed Cheeks

Causes of Facial Flushing [verywellhealth.com]

What Can Cause Flushed Skin?  [medicalnewstoday.com]

Doctor's Note

Obtaining a Dr Note for Work [inhersight.com]

How to Get A Dr. Note for School  [solvhealth.com]

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Mitsubishi Galant SUPER VR-4, 1998. A special edition series 1 spec vehicle, Super VR-4 specific features are Super VR-4 body kit and rear wing, Recaro seats and Momo steering wheel standard, red carpet with Super VR-4 carpet mats, purple glow high visibility speedo cluster, carbon interior trim, colour coded headlights, titanium rear garnish panel and shifter surround, and Ralli-Art exhaust.

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Day 21: bonfire

Masterlist flufftober 🎃

Reblog if you liked it!

It was strange that you attended school trips as a child, and you didn’t expect that to change in university. However, when your group suggested the idea of going to Prince William Forest Park to camp, you thought it would be fun.

In particular, because you had insisted that one of your classmates come along, eager to share more time with him than just the hours you spent at university. The guy was a complete nerd and, for some people, socially awkward, but the truth was that you found him quite pleasant. He was always willing to help you, and there was something about his shyness that you really liked. He was exactly your type.

The leader of your group had arranged to get a cabin in the park so that you could store some of your things, refrigerate food, have a restroom, and access basic services in case of an emergency, but the main condition was that you had to set up tents outdoors.

You had no problem with that; after all, you had spent a large part of your childhood doing that kind of activity, but your classmate Spencer didn’t seem very excited about the idea.

“You know that 20% of people are especially attractive to mosquitoes due to a combination of factors like the chemical composition of their skin, the levels of carbon dioxide they emit, and their body temperature, right?” the boy said while you were setting up your tent.

You were side by side because you had suggested it that way, and he was happy to oblige.

“No. I didn’t know that,” you laughed.

“Unfortunately, I think I’m part of that percentage. I’ve read that they can locate you from up to 50 meters away.”

“So, you hate camping because of the mosquitoes?”

“It’s not that I hate it, but there are definitely some downsides. Besides mosquitoes, there’s the possibility of encountering ticks that carry diseases like Lyme disease. I don’t know if you knew, but Virginia is an area where it’s relatively common. That’s why I always carry DEET repellent and a small first aid kit in case of bites.”

You chuckled softly as you watched your classmate open his backpack, revealing various items that would be useful in the hypothetical event of a disaster.

“Wow, what else do you have?”

“A high-performance flashlight, just in case we have to move around at night. Although this is a protected park, darkness in the woods can be dangerous if you’re not prepared; the chances of getting disoriented are high. I also bring clothes that can help keep me dry and avoid hypothermia, even if the weather doesn’t seem that cold. It’s better to be safe. Oh, and I always carry a thermal blanket. They might seem a bit excessive, but in an emergency... well, it never hurts to be prepared.”

“And is that all?”

“I also bring a book because, well, there’s always a moment when you need a distraction from the bugs and possible raccoon attacks.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the enthusiasm with which he had prepared for the occasion, and he looked somewhat shy in response.

“It’s good to know you’re so prepared. If something happens to me, I’ll know who to turn to,” you teased. He had already finished setting up his tent a while ago, and seeing you struggle with the task, he decided to help you.

Most of the group was setting up the area, and soon you found the perfect spot. You had left a circle in the middle, where you were sure you would gather once night fell and the classic campfire began.

It happened that several of the more muscular guys took charge of gathering firewood, probably to impress your female classmates and get something going with them that night.

There were beers (quite a few), some snacks, potatoes to stuff with cheese, bacon, sour cream, and green onions, some pizzas that you bought in town, and items to prepare skewers over the campfire. And of course, several bags of marshmallows for dessert were a must.

You grabbed a beer from the coolers around and then offered one to your classmate, who accepted it only out of obligation. There were a ton of people around, and you all laughed at the conversations taking place—some about school, gossip, others on sexual topics, and even a game of Never Have I Ever. It wasn’t so surprising when you found out that Spencer still hadn’t had sex with anyone, but it was a piece of information that distracted you for a moment.

Your friend gave you tips on the specific amount of time it took for your marshmallows to be perfectly golden and crispy on the outside but soft and melted on the inside. It was lucky to have that walking encyclopedia by your side.

“Why did you bring your own tent, Reid? I thought she’d be happy to host you in hers.”

“Shut up,” you said hostilely to one of your classmates. He could sense the tension between you and kept reminding you of it.

“If you don’t want him, Lacy is dying to host him. If you know what I mean,” the guy said, winking in your friend’s direction.

“I don’t... um... I don’t know.”

“Leave him alone,” you pleaded, rolling your eyes but blushing at the idea of another girl having her eyes on Spencer.

There were only a few people left around you since it was quite late, and most were looking to do precisely what your classmate had suggested. There would be too many condoms lying around in the morning.

“Don’t pay attention to him,” you murmured to Spencer. “He’s just joking.”

“Yeah, I know. I hope he didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing out of the ordinary. In university, everyone is horny and fuck with whoever, it’s never been a secret.”

The boy nodded slightly, and you thought the topic wasn’t to his liking. After all, Spencer might not like thinking about those things, and you weren’t sure yet if his sexual orientation was one where he felt attracted to women or maybe one where he wasn’t attracted to anyone at all.

You both fell silent for a moment, watching the flames flicker in the air, and then you realized that the last couple of people had already left the logs where you were sitting. You wanted to say something to break the tension in the air, but nothing came to mind.

“Did you know that in the Middle Ages, large bonfires were made with bones during festivals or to dispose of animal remains after ceremonies? That’s where we get the name from,”

“Really?” you expressed, surprised. You were grateful he had a subject to keep the conversation going.

“Uh-huh. It’s quite curious. Also, in ancient times, fire was used to disinfect tools and wounds since heat can kill bacteria and germs. Today, heat sterilization techniques are still used in medicine.”

“How do you know so much?” you murmured, glancing his way with a slightly enchanted look. He was wearing a white polo shirt, and you wondered if he was feeling cold.

“I don’t know. It’s just stuff I read.”

“You’re very smart,” you complimented him, smiling. “You always know what to say.”

“Not always,” he chuckled. “I’m really bad at socializing with people. No book teaches you how to do that.”

“What you need to do is relax. You don’t need a book for that,” you murmured kindly. “I like you just the way you are. And I think Lacy does too.”

The last huff sounded like a reproach, and he scratched the back of his neck nervously, analyzing the subtext of what you had just said. Silence fell again.

“I don’t like Lacy. I don’t even know why she likes me.”

“Anyone with two brain cells could see you’re handsome. Well, apparently anyone except you.”

“Do I look like that to you?” he murmured, almost confused.

“You have your charms,” you exclaimed flirtatiously, nudging him with your shoulder.

Spencer looked at you attentively, trying to decipher the lie on your face. But there was none; it seemed you were being honest.

The fire crackled in front of you, and you saw one of the logs burning down, a sign that it would soon go out.

“Maybe we should go to sleep.”

“Spencer, can I ask you something? It’s okay if you say no.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Why are you still a virgin? Is it a personal choice, or has the situation just... never come up?”

You saw the man turn the color of the fire, and for a moment, you thought you had crossed the line of trust.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. But there hasn’t been someone who... you know, wants to do it.”

You nodded in understanding, carefully considering the words you were about to say.

“Do you want to sleep in my tent? No sexual connotation, I swear,” you clarified, to avoid any misunderstanding. “It’s just that it’s colder than I expected, and you have that useful thermal blanket, so... huh, I thought it would be a good idea. If you want to, of course.”

“Okay,” he hurriedly said, as if he feared you would change your mind. You were so close to each other that you swore he would kiss you.

The fire had just burned out when you both got up to go to the tent, and once inside, you did what you had promised: just talk. As you went to sleep, you ended up in each other's arms, and a whirlwind of emotions developed in his stomach, while you felt your heart racing completely.

After that, he asked you out on a date, and then he realized how much he could be loved by someone.

And of course, the ideal situation soon presented itself between you. Spencer couldn't imagine a better scenario or a better person to share his first time with.

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𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 ����𝖔 𝕱𝖆𝖑𝖑 *1*

OMG HI MY SWEET LOVES <3, I hope you’re doing well, and your week was great! I am so so so excited to share with you the first chapter of my new Mafia AU series, and I am even more excited to write it (the love you showed to FAD and my drabbles warm my heart so so much), I don’t want to reveal but because I want you to read that, but I will say both you and Jenna are 25 in this story, something about 25 just seems like the right age for this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and if you do, please consider reblogging, following and commenting! Thank you all for your constant love and support! J <33 

If you would like to be apart of a taglist so you know when the next chapter comes out, comment down below or let me know thru asks!! 

Pairings: jenna ortega x fem! Reader 

Warnings: slight angst, slight dark themes, swearing, mentions of weapons and violence. 

This fic is STRICTLY 18+, as it involves adult themes, minors DNI, you are responsible for your own social media intake, which includes reading entertainment which this fic falls under, so one last warning- this fic is 18+. Thank you!

FYI: JENNA IS G!P IN THIS FIC!! 

~~

Words flow through you with ease, you inhaled words the same way oxygen seeps into your body, and like carbon dioxide leaving, what left instead, was art. Your art. So, journalism was destined for you, it was your calling, you would have gone into publishing but there was something about people that drew you in, and there was the fact that you lived in the Bay area, your home, well developed into your home, you moved a few years back because something in you sparked and said to move, you knew the opportunities would be great, and you proved yourself right. You found yourself working for an independent, yet big journalism company right in the heart of Silicon Valley, the tech city, right where the hearts of Google and Apple reside. They pay good money, having saved enough to rent out a loft close to work and have your own car, a black Toyota 86 with a custom spoiler and a lip kit wrapped around the body and the colour so deep and rich, Batman would be jealous. But there was one thing that was missing, rumination would fill your mind, if journalism was destined for you, why couldn’t the heart of someone be too. Love. You were missing love, what’s yours will come to you and everything happens for a reason would be a constant mantra of yours, but patience was a draining one, and love is a losing game. Not to worry, your words would keep you company and that would be enough, right?

“Y/N!” Solana calls out for you, your boss, manager, bff, mother, every occupation under the blazing sun, she’s that to you.

The corner of your mouth connects to your ears and your eyes widens as the auditory sounds hit your ear drums. You loved her with your whole heart,

“How’s my sweet girl doing?” She rushes towards you with such sass, it makes you giggle.

“Better now that you’re here.”

“Awww, I love youuuu.”

“Huh?” You giggle, extending your hand out to grab the drink she clearly bought for you, then giving her a mocking wink.

“Oh, you dickhead.” Solana exclaims as she realises your sweet confession was directed towards the ice latte.

A soft tsk leaves her mouth as she rolls her eyes at you, as she leans over your shoulders, she reads over what you’re writing. You were a talented writer, everyone wanted you and not just journalism, anything that included writing, they wanted you. But for some reason Solana’s company ‘Bayseyes’ reeled you in, it felt like second nature to you, it felt like home, electricity rooted in your fingers when your touch met with the keyboard during your trial shifts when you were a rookie, no other branch made you feel this way. And plus, you really loved how ‘Bayseyes’ wasn’t toxic, the information was fished out and you and your colleagues had high rating articles, but no negative connotation was linked to you guys unlike other journalism and tabloid companies.

“This is good y/n.”

“Aw, thank you.”

“If you worked at TMZ.”

“OKAY OUCH, if you hated it just say that smh.”

“Y/N, it’s good, but I know you to be amazing, scrap this and write a new one.”

“Okay, be honest, are you trying to murder me? I feel like a 10-inch knife has just been plunged deep into my heart, I’ll write a new one but you’re giving this story to a rookie, this is too beautiful to be deleted off this sweet universe of ours.”

“You are so dramatic you know that? Fine.” She was right, you are dramatic, but in a fun, ironic way, it’s what made people laugh and what this world needed was more laughter, as sad as it sounds, you used that same dramatics and turned it into a play when foster parents would meet you, whilst at the same time, flaunting that big heart of yours. However, fostering is easier said than done, every change of parents and every house you had to learn the layout of, was never your fault, you were so loved, but you can’t help but blame the change on you each time, if you were so loved, why didn’t you have a home. You were close once, almost about to have your forever home but problems with the system always won. Almost is never enough.

A bright, mocking smile paints you face as Solana scoffs at you, she always gave into your needs and want, but you always provided her with what she needed, in every form, so she can’t help but have a soft spot for you, giving in to your commands.

“So, what is my little rising star going to write about?”

“Hmmm royal family? The coronation, OH! There’s talk that there was a paparazzi high speed chase with Meghan and Harry.”

“Like every other journalism branch? We’re not TMZ babes, we’re better.”

Folding your arms and leaning back into your chair, suffocating Solana’s fingers, you scoff out of disappointment. Feeling Solana’s fingers squirm out from the space between your back and your chair, you swivel around to face her.

“Well, I don’t know what you want, everything has been milked.” As the words leave your tongue, you see her mouth form a smirk paired with a smug look. “Sol, what did you do?”

“Yes, everything has been milked, but not this.” You see an emerald, green paper with hints of gold flash into your eyes, the glossy material reflecting off the lights. Your lips purse inwards and your eyebrows scrunch down, if confusion ever knew your name, now was when it screamed it.

“What is that?”

“Well Ms. L/N, this, this is rarer than any diamond, pearl or ruby out there, you’ve been invited to Jenna Ortega’s annual masquerade ball.” Her smirk now turning into a cheese, a cheese so wide it was starting to creep you out.

“As in, mafia leader Jenna Ortega?”

“Yup!” She says ever so positively.

“As in, most feared women in San Francisco, HELL, maybe in America?”

“Oh well, that’s subjective.”

“NOOO, it’s fact.” An obvious annoyance paints your face as you bite the right side of your lip, knowing there was no fighting this, as much as you didn’t want to attend, you couldn’t say no to her, and plus, this invitation is so exclusive, more exclusive than the MET, which you, not to sound snobby, you’ve been to, not as a guest though, but obviously as a journalist.

“You’re going Y/N, that’s final, I’m speaking as your boss, we need this, YOU need this. No one has ever been close enough to her to get an exclusive, it’s always been assistants on top of assistants on top of body guards, I need you to work your charm.”

A big sigh escapes your mouth, your sign of submission and defeat, looks like you’re going to attend. You can’t help but feel a small strike of lightning hit your aortas though, but your pride was too big for you to ever admit that to Sol, to be fair, you can’t remember the last time you went out and enjoyed yourself, though you can’t promise you’d enjoy this ball, you can’t remember the last time you got dressed up, baddie up, just in general felt pretty about yourself. So that, and only that had you excited, oh and maybe the little fact this story could make you, Sol, and anyone under the name of the company MILLIONS.

“Okay fine, but only for work.”

“Oh sweetie, I want you to get laid too.” The same cheesey smile back plastered on her face as wide as the curve of a banana was really starting to get to you now.

“If I say fine, will you stop leering at me with that monstrous smile of yours.”

“Yes.”

“Fine.”

“Okay my smile is back to normal now, but I’m serious, thought I want you to write a global hit, I also want you to have fun, you’re 25, Jenna is 25, I want some grandbabies.”

“WOAHHHH SLOW YOUR ROLL, first of all you’re 33, no grandbabies, second of all, no! I’m not hooking up with the head of the Ortega mafia family, and definitely not getting pregnant.”

“But she’s hot.”

You throw your hands up in the air and swiftly placed your face in them once you brought your arms down.

“Just because she’s hot does not mean I’m getting pregnant.”

“AH HAH, so you agree she’s hot!”

“Okay that’s it.” You stand up and start grabbing your things, trying to shake off what Sol just insisted.

“Waitttt, where are you going?”

“Lunch, away from you.”

“NOOOO, I was kidding, okay fine, at least have lunch with me, you can try on your dress.”

“You have my dress already? Wait- when is it?” Sounding hesitant, thinking you had more time until the ball.

“Heh, tonight.”

You freeze and stop in your tracks, a million thoughts illuminating your mind, what’re you going to wear, make up, shoes, hair, hookups??? And maybe the fact that you’re going to be in a room highlighted with the word danger. Not saying that weapons would be blazing all over the room, but you felt a sense of caution attending, Jenna had enemies, it’s the mafia, without enemies are you really in the mafia. Her main enemy though was the other mafia family, the hierarchy goes Ortega and then Marcello, they were also feared but Ortega was more liked. You never liked that life, the whole mafia thing, sure it was family oriented, and they never killed anyone who didn’t deserve it, no women, no children, well Ortega anyways, Marcello ran on different values, they were ruthless, but they knew better than to cross Ortega’s lines, it was the one thing they feared, and they could never find a way to make Jenna vulnerable, Jenna would loves herself and the family too much to let herself be vulnerable. She is Bay city’s most feared and most eligible bachelorette.

“ARE YOU INSANE? THERE’S NO TIME.”

Sol cups your face and blows on you “there is plenty of time, you’re leaving early, we’re going to get lunch, then you’re going to try on your dress, you get ready, and I will do your hair and makeup, make Jenna fiend for you.”

“You have got to calm it with Jenna.”

“Yeah, whatever come on.”

~~

Back at your green infested loft, adorned with all the books, warmth, and plant babies you could ever imagine, you get Sol to place a blindfold on you so the first time you’d see the dress is when she takes off your blindfold in front of your mirror.

“Are you ready?”

“Very.”

As she takes off the blindfold, your eyes take a second to focus on your figure in the mirror, a floor length, ruby red dress drapes and cherishes every beautiful curve of yours, the high slit showcasing your leg accentuates your ass, every cinch of the corset top pushing up your ample bosom, with just enough fabric draping over your shoulders, but not enough to call them sleeves.

“Wow.” Was all you could muster up to say, shocked at how glistening your beauty was, you can’t remember the last time you felt this way about yourself.

“Wow, indeed, but honestly, you deserve more than a wow, you’ll capture everyone’s eyes, and especially Jenna’s eyes.”

You let out a soft giggle, opening your arms and taking her in, “thank you so much for this.” She was taller than you so one hand rests on your head and the other around your back and waist whilst your arms bear hugged her entire waist.

“You deserve it, love, now come on, we have to do your hair and makeup.”

~~

Stepping into Ortega towers was every bit of excitement and nervousness all at once, like you were going to throw up but instead of germs and digested food, it’d be confetti. A red carpet was rolled out for guests and paparazzi hugged both sides of walk behind golden ropes, you were a nobody, so you wanted to swift your way into the building. You couldn’t help but take in the city views even if you were at ground level, and the towering building in front of you captured every breath in your lungs, it was an architectural dream, heights reaching mountains but curves and twists and openings everywhere you looked. There were two main towers, the roots of the building curving towards each other and then straightening up with a long adjoining room, connecting one tower to the next, assuming that is where the ball is being held. And as if that wasn’t enough to impress you, there was one more adjoining room at the very top, like a princess keep at a castle, but instead of being the size of a small bathroom, it was the width of both towers and the gaps in between, you could only assume that is Jenna’s penthouse. Sources online stated that the towers was home to the Ortega family, where Jenna spent the most time, where missions and meetings were officialised, an office space for hundreds of workers, and a tactical space for hundreds more body guards and loyal subjects, and a small rumour suggests that there is an unground vault filled all the riches you could imagine, and of-course, every weapon they needed.

The blinding lights stung your eyes, but luckily it took a matter of seconds for you to get in. Though your gold mask with intricate designs hugging your face didn’t help as the lights just reflected gold flashes into your eyes, part of that mask covered the top left side of your face and your entire forehead, leaving the right side naked but the mask hid your identity enough. You were met with security looking at every guest’s invitation, handing them yours, you were given the okay, batches of people swarm the elevators trying to get to the ball. Luckily you didn’t have to try that hard as, despite the hundreds of guests attending, everyone was calm, collected and all listening to security, though it might’ve been the fear that coerced them to submit to their instructions.

Once the elevator doors open the lively music entered your ears which made you laugh a bit, despite this ‘party’ being a masquerade ball, there was youth in the air, no boring classical music, but you were sure that they’d be some of that later in the night. Your first instinct was to dash for the bar, free drinks, free food, and you planned to make Jenna’s pockets hurt even just the tiniest bit, but then that motivation was short lived when your slow ass finally realised that this ball would have thousands of sponsors and donations.

“Hey! What can I get you?” A bartender greets you with a warm smile.

“Pornstar martini, please.” Keeping it on the sweet side, and plus you didn’t want to make a face every time you took a sip out of your drink because the alcohol taste was too strong.

“I like your style, ma’am, coming right up.”

You take mental notes of your surroundings and what your vision is telling you, you would’ve brought along a small note pad or pulled out your phone, but now was not the time, and you’d be caught dead before someone thought of you as that cliché quirky girl trying to be different so you could catch someone’s attention. Noting your surroundings, you see a bunch of masks, no shit, but you realise all the workers and body guards had matching suits, uniforms and masks, workers and body guards having different looks but under those subcategories, they were all matching, it was cute but a bit cliché you admit. Not wanting to expose yourself as a journalist straight away, you make small talk with the bartender, asking questions that wouldn’t compromise you.

“Soooo, I’m kinda new to this scene, who do you think is worth my time?”

“Well ma’am, look around and try to scan people’s faces and mannerisms, I’m sure you’ll be able to spot out some celebrities, find the ones you love and charm them, they’ll make great company for tonight.”

“And the host?”

“Heh, Ms. Ortega likes to keep it on the downlow, if you catch her attention, she’ll come to you, but her groupies always get to her first, and because their hearts are filled with greed and lust, they’ll never give her back to the party.”

“Lust rearranged is slut, KIDDING, KIDDING, I’m sure they have their reasons of wanting her.”

“No, you’re right, cus all they want is money, never genuine, always just sex.”

“But Ms. Ortega is a playgirl, she enjoys it too much to let them go?”

“Right on the nose ma’am.”

You give gratitude to the bartender for keeping you company and allowing yourself to get comfortable and adapt to the scene, but you had to let them go and do their job or I’m sure someone would’ve complained or worse, someone might’ve thought you were hitting on them or vice versa. Making small talk with strangers always pained you but you were good at it, one of the many perks about journalism, the information you want, you’d get it one way or another. But alas the open bar finally catches up to you when a tall, with a heavy dusk scent interrupts a rather pleasant conversation with the superiors of a pharmaceutical company.

“Heyyy, baby.” He slurs, trying to inch closer to you grabbing your waist but you wiggle out of his grasp, standing your ground behind your company.

“Sir, you have no business disturbing this young woman.”

“Well, you have no business disturbing the party in my pants, this young woman was going to attend.”

His comments made you sick, your shoulders tense up as you try to shake the feeling of his touch away. You had the tendency to shut down during situations like these, you want to scream, want to stand your ground, but your body wouldn’t let you, instead you hold your fort and protect yourself, shielding your cage from any comments that came towards you.

“Aw, now you’re silent, come here and I could have you screaming all night.” He reaches out for your wrist but luckily security got to him first, and they were anything but gentle, you were glad though, he got what was coming to him. It did surprise you that security apologised for his behaviour, giving you a gentle smile all at the same time inducing a fear into the man who disturbed your evening.

“Oh my, Ms, are you okay?” A man from your company asks you, sounding genuinely concerned.

“Yes, thank you, I’m okay, I’ve been through worse.”

“We’re glad to hear that you’re okay, would you like anything? Water?”

“Nooo, thank you for the offer though, but I’m really fine, thanks for calling security though.”

A look of confusion clicks on their face, almost simultaneously too.

“Uh, as much as we wanted to, we didn’t call them, we couldn’t find one in time.”

“Oh, weird, but luckily they saw, anyways, it was really lovely chatting to you guys, but I’m going to head out for some fresh air.”

“No worries at all Ms. L/N, you were a pleasure, please, you’re more than welcome to come up and chat again when you come back.”

Their comments warmed your heart, you shook all their hands, giving them a smile and moved towards the nearest door to a balcony. Once you stepped outside the cold yet refreshing breeze wrapped around your skin, making you shiver a little, but your body warmth and adrenaline was enough to calm the goosebumps down. To keep time going, you admire the city lights, you were so in love with San Francisco, and you were convinced it was in love with you too the way it welcomed you into its economic heart. Out in the distance you could see the iconic Golden Gate Bridge, blinkering and flaunting its lights to the entire city whilst providing guidance to the cars and vehicles passing through. You were in a trance, but there were no complaints coming out of you, just serenity. Too hyper focused on the view you didn’t hear the door open behind you and you certainly did not feel the presence of another body walking towards you.

“Enjoying the view?” Anonymous asks, after the whole fiasco with that grotty man, you were sure to be careful of random people coming up to you but something in you told you not to worry, the city spoke to you, and you listened.

“Very much, I’m so in love.” To your obliviousness, you don’t realise the other body with you is her. Jenna Ortega. The head and heir to the Ortega mafia family.

“Any right-minded person would be jealous of the love you have for the city.”

You giggle, and realise you feel your blood raise to your skin and your heart rhythm picks up a pace but wanting to keep their anonymity and for your own mysterious fun, you don’t turn around.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means any person would be jealous a city is getting your love rather than them.”

“Who says my love is worthy?”

“A beautiful woman like you? I can only imagine a small amount of the love you hold.”

“Beautiful? You don’t know what I look like.”

“Oh, please Ms L/N, you’ve been grabbing my attention all night, everywhere I looked, there you were, the light reflecting your beauty. But then an ugly man stood in your way, so I had to send security to escort him out, well throw him out, as you saw.”

Your heart fastens, you were sure it was going to jump out in a second, oh how badly you want to look, but you can’t. This was too much fun. However, this was the way to grab your attention, definitely not like how that man was doing earlier.

“You know how to charm a lady.”

“I try, might I ask, what do you think about the host.”

You let out a small huff of air, ironically this was your line, but now you’re the one being asked, you were at a standstill.

“Jenna? I don’t know, she’s a hard book to read.”

“And you’re good at reading people?”

“The best, but I don’t know, people are scared of her, the most feared women in America.”

Jenna giggles.

“You’re not scared?”

“Hmm, no, mind over matter always, she can have all these weapons and power, but I don’t know her mind, her true mind, so I have nothing to fear.” There was a slight bluff in that line, of-course you were slightly scared of her, who wouldn’t be? But that fear was surface level, just guns and weapons and power.

Though you couldn’t see who you were talking to, you could feel a smile form on their lips, but more of a proud smirk.

“Do you think she’s hot though?”

Okay, now that, that definitely grounded you to reality, that question hit you like a brick, it was so out of place, so unexpected, curious as ever, you finally turn around to greet the other soul aligning with yours.

Jenna. Fuck, y/n you’re so stupid, should’ve turned around earlier, just stay calm.

“Cats got your tongue? Or were you lying about not being scared?”

Both.

She’s wearing an emerald green suit that hugged her curves and angles, leaving the top few buttons undone, with an undone bow tie around her neck.

“No,” letting it out accompanied by a breath out, “I’m just surprised that you would come up to me.”

“There’s a pretty lady at my party, I want to talk to her, I go talk to her.”

“There are other pretty ladies here, and you can’t see half my face, I can’t say the same for you though, the host of a masquerade doesn’t wear a mask? That’s a Pandora’s box.”

Her eyebrows raise, a slight smirk forms before her mouth forms an O, clearly showcasing her tongue poking the side of her cheek.

“A mask means I have secrets, and I, have no secrets, an open book.”

“That’s ironic” you mumble.

“What’s that?”

“You say you have no secrets, but it’s a mission and a half to get an exclusive with you.”

“Journalist?”

“Rising star journalist.” Her eyes squint at your attempt to boost your ego.

“I could give you an exclusive upstairs.” You may be oblivious but you’re not naïve, you play along though, you were exclusive hungry, but you definitely weren’t going to open your legs for her.

“Lead the way.” She offers her hand, and you accept, now with each other’s arms linked, she leads you to an elevator, only accessible by her and her most trusted companions.

“Holy shit that’s Steph and Ayesha Curry!”

“Oh, hahaha yes, they’re close friends of mine, now do you want the Curry’s or the exclusive?”

“Both?”

“Don’t be greedy.”

“You’re the one whisking me away, so you can have me all to yourself.”

“Maybe, but you were the one who asked for something.”

“Touché.

Though there were two of you, the negative space in the elevator was filled with tension, making sure not to make eye contact with the mafia leader.

“You never answered the question, do you think Jenna is hot?”

You lean in, making sure to work her up in all the right places, even placing your hand on her waist.

“Hmm, nope. Desperate? Maybe. But hot? That’s a different story.”

“You’re playing hard to get.”

“Awe, poor baby, it’s tough not getting everything you want.” You flaunt a comedic pout at her but all she does is rolls her eyes.

As the elevators open, your mouth drops in sync with the slides, her penthouse was breath taking, though it was night time, the city lights lit up the room giving it a dark, twilight feel.

“Wow.”

“It’s okay.” She shakes it off.

“Way to be humble.”

“I am rich, sexy, kind, loving and humble.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, your subconscious taking a hold of you as it drags your physical body in.

Jenna starts pouring two glasses of Dom Pérignon for you two to enjoy. Making you laugh because no one had access to this downstairs, yes, downstairs had top shelf drinks, but not Dom, they didn’t have Dom.

A simultaneous “cheers” escapes your mouths as your glasses clink in unison.

“Before I start rambling on about me, tell me about yourself, I want to know you, the true you.”

“That seems fair, well since you already know my name, let’s skip that.” Jenna winks at you. “I never knew what a home was growing up, I was in foster care my entire childhood and teenage years, in many houses, but never homes only leaving the system because I turned 18, I never knew who my birth parents were, nor do I care, I’ve made it through life without them, made something out of myself, made my own name, and that’s when I learnt I could build a home for myself. And I did, I moved here, landed an amazing job at Bayseyes, and the CEO of the company? She’s my lifeline, my saving grace, she is my home. Oh, and uh, my favourite colour is red, evidently.” You smile, looking down at your dress. Making Jenna smile too as she analyses each body part of yours and skin that shows.

“You are one interesting book Ms. L/N.” Jenna darts her eyes to yours, soul to soul, down at your lips and back to your eyes, you know what she wants, she wants you. But doubts ran your mind asking if you want her.

You gasp and take a step back.

“Do you hate me?”

“What?”

“You have a chance with America’s most lusted woman, and you’re turning me down.”

“Okay first of all, that ego of yours, too big, second of all, who says I want this.”

“Who doesn’t?”

“Watch it.”

“Watch yourself, like you said everyone fears me, don’t forget how powerful I am.” Her tone sounds awry, evidently you pissed her off, but maybe she deserved it.

No words could leave your mouth after that, maybe then you truly knew her mind, her true mind, and that made answering no to her earlier question even easier, no, you didn’t find her hot, you found her revolting. You mouth a wowww, your eyes widening and your lips purse in, and you swear for a slight second you see Jenna vulnerable; you see her weak.  

“I should go, thanks for the drinks though.”

As you turn to leave the elevator doors open, a woman dressed, definitely not for the ball struts in, her scent reeking of desperation.

“Jenna, sugar bear, where have you been. I miss you! What, who’s this slut?”

As if you thought your eyes couldn’t widen anymore, you were wrong. As if Jenna couldn’t get more pissed, you were wrong, the fury in her pupils, your rejection already knocked her off course, she didn’t need a groupie barging in without announcement.

“This slut is about to leave.”

“Good.” Both exclaim.

But before you could turn and leave the doors open again, this time, a very aesthetically pretty lady, 5’5, brunette hair, adorned with layers and tan skin rushes in.

“JENNA, oh my, I’m so sorry, I tried to stop her.”

“No, it’s fine, Viv, she can stay, she, however, was just leaving, please show her the way out.”

She nods and you follow, but before turning your head, you see Jenna land a kiss on the other girl’s cheek, whispering in her ear, you guess it was something along the lines of meeting her in the bedroom, since the pattering legs ran to the bedroom. You don’t care though, it made you sick, that’s all you know.

Before the doors close, Jenna tries one more time, determined not to give up, rejection was something she never knew.

“Leave me with a kiss?”

You let out a slight laugh, almost mocking her, she was everything you were against, how could you open your soul to someone like her.

“No.”

“No?”

“Not when you’re everything I’m against.”

“How so?”

“Well, there’s a glock attached to your lumbar underneath your blazer.”

“Protection.”

You smile.

“Goodbye, Ms. Ortega.”

~~

Viv was there to witness every interaction she could have seen, and wow, she was shocked, she had never seen someone with such fire blow off Jenna like that, she liked you.

“I’m Viv, by the way.” She smiles, offering to shake your hand, you accept.

“Vivian?”

“Vivica!”

“Oh, how pretty, I’m-.”

“Y/N, uh yes, sorry ahah, I know, you’re the talk of the towers.”

“WHAT?”

“Just the staff and guards and the subjects, so uh, maybe the whole Ortega family.”

“Fuck.”

“No, no, we all like you, we find you interesting, we’ve never seen Jenna fiend for someone like that, it was refreshing, but you know, she’s not always like that, the way you saw her, in her penthouse.”

“Forgive me if I find that hard to believe. So, are you like her right-hand man? Woman?”

“Yeah, something like that, I handle mainly the business side, but I could whoop ass if I wanted to, her other right-hand man, the physical, more mafia side is Bruce, he was the guard that threw the guy out, the one who was harassing you.”

“OH! He was sweet, he smiled at me.”

“Lucky you, that means he likes you.”

As you step out the elevators into the main lobby, you can’t help but feel a sense of the unknown, there was lingering fire in you that you couldn’t pinpoint the origin, was it desire? Hatred? Lust? Regret? Hell, maybe even hunger.

“Thank you, Viv.”

“It’s no problem, Y/N, it was very nice to meet you, I hope our paths cross again!”

You hug her and she reciprocates it, just before hopping into your uber to take you home.

~~

As you got home, you had a sense of urgency to write, that electricity was back, you didn’t care about changing or freshening up, the words were flowing out of you and you needed to let it out, you are so sure this is your best work, you want this article published tonight so you type away. You have no control over your fingers, they were doing all the work, you just had to trust them.

… whether it be by her heart, her touch, or her gun, anyone that knows the elusive Ms. Ortega is destined to fall.

~~

Thank you for your support <3 I hope you enjoyed! 🦦

[analogwriting]

Childhood Crush

Chapter 3: Carbon

Killer x gn!reader

word count: 2.8k

a/n: straight up just naming chapter titles after metals frfr next

Ever since that day, it didn’t seem like those Delmark boys and their friends gave your brother any more trouble. Seemed like your message was delivered and well received. You knew nothing too much could come from them anyway. They just seemed like a bunch of spoiled brats anyway. And their ‘father’ didn’t come after you either. 

Your brother didn’t stay out of fights, however. He still showed up beaten and bruised, but not as bad as that day. It seemed your sparring matches helped him hold his own in fights better. You also knew that you couldn’t just keep fighting his battles. When he’d come home with some kind of injury you just sighed and grabbed the first aid kit. You’d patch him up as good as new. Killer as well. They both seemed to be quite the shitheads with the way they were always getting into fights. 

“Bigs!” You looked up from the book you were currently reading on human anatomy. You had taken more and more of an interest in how the human body worked. You switched to working at the local hospital and lab to help develop some medicines. You currently had been working on a salve that you wanted to test out, but your brother had been out more and more lately so you hadn’t been able to use him as your guinea pig as you often did.

“I’m in my room!” You called, rolling off your bed to meet him at your door, pausing as you heard not the usual two voices but four.

Eustass was in your door, supporting a kid that looked familiar. He seemed rather worse for wear. “Tungsten, what the fuck?”

“They’re new friends of ours, can you help them?” You looked out the door, seeing Killer supporting another one. Then it dawned on you. 

“Wait, they were the two with the shitheads a beat up like a year ago. Get them at the kitchen table, I’ll grab my tools.” Luckily, now that you had been working at the hospital, you could do more than just patch up some scratches and your stitching also improved.

The two nodded, toting the other two into the small table in the kitchen while you rummaged for your tools. You headed back into the kitchen. The two boys seemed to barely be awake. “What happened?” You asked, focusing on the task at hand.

“Well, we were supposed to meet them but we just found them like this,” Eustass said with a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

You thought for a moment. “I wonder if the Delmark brothers found out they were hanging around you now.”

“Huh?”

“When I went to fight, they were there. I wonder if they were errand boys for the Nathan kid.” You shook your head as you cleaned up their wounds carefully. “They scattered after I told them to. If I had to guess, Nathan found out they were hanging with you now and weren’t happy about it and jumped them.”

It was unfortunate but it’s how things like this worked. You couldn’t just leave a gang and join up with another, not that your brother necessarily had a gang right now. Not only did they leave, but they joined up with someone who had gotten their asses kicked, so just sour mood all around.

Eustass frowned and you looked at him. “It’s not your fault, so don’t blame yourself.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Mhm. Anyway, what are their names?” 

“That one is Heat and that one is Wire.”

You nodded, turning to look at Killer. “I have some leftovers in the fridge, would you mind getting them all cooked up? I’m sure they’re going to be hungry when they wake up.” He blinked, nodding before doing as you asked.

You focused on the task at hand. “Oh, tungsten, grab me the little tin on the desk in my room and bring it to me, will ya?” You didn’t look up from the stitching you were currently doing. “It’s a salve from work.” He nodded, disappearing for a moment before bringing it back.

You were quiet as you worked, listening to the idle conversations of Eustass and Killer. It was nice to have some background noise while you worked.

By the time you finished patching up the two, dinner was almost done. “What is that stuff anyway, Bigs?” you heard your brother say as you started to apply the salve. “Something I’ve been working on at work. It’s an ointment that should heal cuts and scratches way faster than usual. Only drawback is it makes you really hungry since it puts your body into hyper healing mode.

Silence came from your brother and you looked at him. He seemed to be processing. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.” Probably gave up on trying to really understand it. 

“Anyway, that’s why I had Killer make dinner - I know they’re going to be hungry by the time they wake up. Which should be soon.”

The three of you sat down at the table to eat next to your new, bloodied friends. It wasn’t long before they began to stir. “Wh-” 

“Don’t move too much, you’re still healing and the salve is taking up much of your stamina, so you need to rest. However, you should eat.” 

The two looked at you and seemed to process what was going on. “Wait…aren’t you…?” You watched as their eyes widened. “Wait! You are!” one chimed. “You saved us that one day!” the other chimed. You blinked, squirming slightly.

“I don’t know if I’d say that,” you grumbled, turning your attention back to the food before you. 

They turned their attention to the other two boys. “You guys know them? That’s so cool!”

Eustass’ eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “They’re literally related to me. Of course I know them,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

The eyes of the two widened so much you thought their eyes would pop out of their skull. “What?!”

“I’m pretty sure it was mentioned when I beat the shit outta Nathan.” You shrugged as you finished up your food. “But you guys were terrified outta your minds by the looks of it, so I wouldn’t be surprised if ya missed it.” You chuckled softly, taking your plate and beginning to start on the dishes.

“Now, the two of you need to eat and rest so you can heal up.” You looked at the other two. “And you two, keep an eye on them and make sure they don’t strain themselves.” You dried your hands, walking over to the injured boys, checking their wounds and making some mental notes. 

Seemed that the salve you created was working like a charm.

After a moment, you thought. “Tungsten?” 

“Yeah, Bigs?”

You turned from your position at the sink. “Are you gonna kick Nathan’s ass along with his goons?” You idly dried a pot as you looked at him.

“Fuck yeah, no one messes with my crew.” 

The corner of your mouth lifted in amusement. Good, seems you taught him well. “Do you think you can take them?”

“Are you offering, Bigs?” 

“Absolutely not. This is your fight. If you’re gonna lead, you gotta take care of it yourself.”

“Oh, c’mon. You’re so good at fighting! And you enjoyed it from what I saw,” he said with a smirk and you couldn’t help but tense. You didn’t like to think about that because it went a little further than just enjoying it. You were bloodthirsty. 

“I did not.”

“Did too”

“Did not!”

Eustass just laughed and you felt your eye twitch. You could really beat the shit outta him sometimes and this time you just might. Now that you knew your salve worked, it’d be fine.

You lunged at your brother, who didn’t stop laughing, only to feel arms under your own and you were lifted on the ground, being held like some grumpy cat. “What the fuck!” You blinked, looking behind you. “Killi, what the fuck?” Your brother was still laughing and you shot him a glare. Fucker.

He sets you down and you straighten yourself out, your face turning red. “I…don’t really know. I saw you lunge and wanted to deescalate the situation.”

“So you picked me up?”

He shrugged. “It worked, didn’t it?”

You glared at him and sighed. “It worked.” You looked to the others. “Now, Heat, Wire, eat up so you can get some rest. I’ve gotta run to the lab and get some work done.” You also just needed out of the house.

“Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone,” you shouted over your shoulder as you headed out.

--

Turns out the salve you had created worked better than you thought. Heat and Wire’s wounds healed within a few days as if nothing happened, barely leaving scars. The only setback was fatigue and they were famished almost constantly. Other than that, it seemed to work better than you had hoped. It was definitely going to come in handy.

Especially with how often Eustass and his friends came home with new cuts and bruises. None of them were that bad, but you tended to them nonetheless. You wished your brother wouldn’t fight, but you also knew that there was no fighting it. It was just in your blood. He fought enough for the both of you - you just happened to be better at it, though you stayed away from fighting.

You also realized that they were all growing exponentially more than you and soon enough they all seemed to tower over you. However, you didn’t lose your authority just because they all outgrew you. They all still listened to you and your presence would be enough to make them cower if you were pissed off enough.

As time passed, you noticed your brother and his friends being out for days at a time. They had probably found some kind of hideout. Since your brother was hardly home these days, you worked more at the lab and the smithy. You were always worried about him, but he always left a note whenever he stopped by the house. Give you a small peace of mind but not much. 

Today, they were all at the house. “Thanks, Bigs!” Eustass said as you finished patching him up. Of course, they had come home because they had a rather rough scuffle with some other gang. They were victorious, but they were still hurt in the process.

“I wish you wouldn’t fight,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes as he stood up. “Who’s next?” Heat sat down. “Injuries?” He lifted his shirt, revealing a cut in his side and you started to get to work. “I should really start charging you. People are gonna think I’m a hospital here pretty soon.” You snorted as you patched him up. 

“You’re good. Next.” Wire sat down, taking off his hat to show you a cut on his head. You started working on him. “What’s the point of all this, tungsten?” It felt pointless, just fighting. Over and over for nothing.

“You wouldn’t understand, Bigs. You refuse to fight with us, but we do it to gain respect. People challenge us and we accept. Display our strength as a crew,” Eustass said, putting his hands on his hips. “There are other ways to gain respect, Eus,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “Other forms of strength.”

“Says the one who 1 v 4’d an entire gang.” Eustass scoffed, rolling his eyes and leaning against the table. You turned to look at him. “That was different, tungsten, and you know it.” You glared at him before turning back to look over Wire once more before waving him off, soon replaced with Killer.

“It was also years ago and we were all kids.” You rolled your eyes, turning your attention to your new patient as he presented his hands to you. His knuckles were all bloodied and bruised. Maybe you’d fashion him up some brass knuckles. You sighed, quickly getting to work by cleaning him up first.

“I bet you could do it again.” Eustass grinned at you. “Mighty mouse,” Killer commented and you gave him a deadpan expression while Eustass laughed.

“Not sure about that one.” You shook your head.

At this point, everyone was used to the two of you bickering, so they stayed quiet or made their own idle conversation while the two of you argued.

“You should join us, Bigs! We could use someone like you with us.”

“I am already on your side, I just don’t go out finding trouble. Someone has to pay the bills around here.” You rolled your eyes. It wasn’t really a dig at Eustass. You weren’t struggling in the least to pay for everything and, luckily, he knew that. 

“C’mooon. You have to be bored. All you do is work and go home every day to study.” Eustass folded his arms across his chest and you just shook your head.

“I’m perfectly fine with the life I have. You bring enough excitement when you show up bloodied and bruised and then I have to patch you up. Not boring.” 

“That’s not the fuckin’ same.” He was grumbling and pouting and you just shook your head. He plopped down in the chair next to the table. You just rolled your eyes again, focusing on your task at hand, soon enough wrapping up Killer’s hands.

“I just…” Your voice was a tad softer as you sighed. “I just hate seeing you guys hurt. It’s one thing for you to show up like this and I tend to your wounds, but it’s another thing entirely if I have to watch it happen.” You shook your head. “I can’t promise what would happen if I witnessed something like that.” You’d probably kill everyone in your path, honestly.

You ran a hand through your hair and groaned. “Every day you don’t come home, I expect someone to turn up at my fuckin’ door telling me you died in some stupid ass fight and I…” You stopped right before your voice cracked, knowing it was coming. You took a deep breath, shaking your head and pushing those thoughts away.

“We’ll be just fine, Bigs. Promise. We’re always gonna win. We’re pros at fighting now thanks to our dope ass teacher.” Eustass grinned at you and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“You’re still a shithead though…” You started getting lost in your thoughts but a squeeze of your hand brought you back quick enough. Right, you were bandaging Killer. “Sorry,” you mumbled, sniffling and finishing up. You let him go, standing up.

“Right, anyway. Who’s hungry?”

--

“There, that’s the last one.” Carefully, you set the latest weapon you had created on the rack. You had decided to make weapons for the boys since they just seemed to get into their fights more and more. They had their own weapons, but they were just random pipes and such they found. You wanted to give them proper means of defense.

You had fashioned weapons that seemed to fit each of the boys. They had no idea you were working on this and they’d been gone a few days at this point, so it made it easier to work on the surprise.

“Y/N!” You heard a panicked voice from outside your shop. You rushed outside, seeing both Heat and Wire. They looked pretty banged up, but that’s not what worried you most.

“Where are my brother and Killer?” Panic started to swell in your chest. All four of them were always together at this point. At least when they visited the house. Also, the panicked expressions of the two boys before you didn’t help either.

“W-We-” Both of them were stuttering, still freaked out from whatever happened before. You swallowed your own worry, walking over to the two and putting a hand on each of their shoulders. “Calm down and tell me what happened.”

The boys looked at each other before looking at you. “We were jumped. We took care of it, however…” Heat trailed off only for Wire to pick it back up. “The Delmark brothers showed up with their gang when we were already pretty banged up.”

Hearing that name only pissed you off and you grimaced, clenching your jaw. Were those fuckers really back? Why after all this time? Were they secretly gathering numbers? Or was it because you weren’t in the scene so they thought they could get away with this? Rage was slowly consuming you and you were ready to kick some ass.

“Take me to them, then. We can’t just leave them.”

“B-But what if you get hurt?” 

You tilted your head to the side as you grabbed your trusty baseball bat from the side of your workshop. “Why the hell else would you have come to get me if not to kick some ass? Let’s fucking go already.”

[sneakyswag]

Healing

Legends Reborn

Jumpscaring @absolutely-normal-about-x

Beta huffed, looking over the kitchen and noticing clumps of different types of fur, hair, and feathers scattered everywhere.

It was safe to say that the constant cleaning was getting a little annoying, but he wasn’t going to complain. Come on, he lived in the Flutter now. It was already too much for his family, dealing with him and his antics, so he figured he had to do something. Beta straightens up and ties his hair in a little ponytail, before starting to sweep.

It was… a little troubling. Normally, he’d just sweep up little clumps of hair and fur, but now, thanks to Harpuia’s feathers from a game of tag gone extreme, the broom wasn’t picking up the feathers very well. With a small sigh, Beta reached down and grabbed a few feathers, only to immediately let them go with a yelp. His hand had gotten cut in about three places. Crimson spilled out from his hand quickly, alerting the snow-haired Carbon who dashed towards the sink.

With a hiss, Beta washed the cuts out, watching the blood wash away down the drain. He sighed as the cool liquid poured over his wounds, soothing them greatly.

Now that Beta was a Carbon—no longer in his Reploid body—he didn’t have his Bassnium and plasma regulator. Also meaning, he had no way of making the side effects of his powers go away. Because of this, Beta’s arms, shoulders and hands were highly sensitive due to power usage. Any pain or strain inflicted on them hurts three times more than the average person.

Footsteps echoed across the flutter, catching the snow-haired Carbon’s attention. He glanced at the source out of the corner of his eye, tensing up as he saw his Uncle X and Cousin Volnutt approaching.

“Lighting, are you okay? We heard you scream”, Volnutt says, concerned.

Beta chuckles nervously and shrugs. “Well, I wouldn’t say I screamed, but…”

Volnutt’s gaze drops to Beta’s hand, where he notices the cuts, and his expression changes to one of worry. X follows his son’s gaze and is the first to speak. “My… how did that happen?” X asks softly as he walks over, gently taking Beta’s hand and turning off the water.

Beta whimpers and pulls away. “It hurts…” he mumbles.

X’s eyes widen slightly. His neutral but kind expression shifted into a concerned frown. Volnutt moves to a nearby cabinet where he pulls out a med kit. X notices and guides Beta to the dining table. They sit across from each other as X carefully begins to patch up his wounds.

Beta averts his gaze, a faint blush creeping on his cheeks.

“You don’t have to do this, you know…?” Beta muttered, his cheeks painted a noticeable shade of crimson.

X sighed, a small smile forming on his face. Beta was smart, but in times like these, he was stubborn. It reminded X of himself years ago, back when Dr. Cain was alive. Whenever X suffered small injuries, he refused to let Dr. Cain patch him up even though he knew that all the old man wanted to do was help.

Beta let out a shaky sigh, followed by a quiet whine.

“Does that hurt, Beta?” Volnutt asked gently, sitting next to him.

Beta nodded, clearly embarrassed. X’s expression softened even further. “You’re sensitive? Is that why?”

The snow-haired Carbon shrugs. “I mean… you know about the dilemma with my powers, right? Well, when I woke up in my Carbon body, my regulator was gone, and… well… the pain is back.”

X pursed his lips, he knew this was probably another reason why Beta would just try to avoid using his powers in general. I mean, come on, Volnutt hasn’t even seen Beta’s powers other than that one time, and… well, Volnutt is a child. It makes sense that he’s curious and wants to see them again, but Beta refuses. His powers can be dangerous now that he doesn’t have his power regulator and isn’t a Reploid anymore, deeming him weaker.

“How bad is it?” X asks, his tone firm. “And do *not* downplay it. I don’t like being lied to.”

Beta swallows nervously, averting his eyes. “Not the worst it’s ever been, but… it really hurts.”

X nodded finishing the bandaging. He pulled away slightly, studying Beta’s expression. Everything suddenly made sense—Beta flinching at the slightest touch to his shoulder, the shaky hands, all of it. X tried to understand Beta’s reasoning behind hiding his injuries, but if he hid something as simple as this, what else would he be capable of hiding from them?

X sighed. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I didn’t wanna bother you,” Beta murmured.

“Horseshit.”

“Dad!” Volnutt exclaimed, his voice a mix of annoyance and slight shock. His father didn’t swear often, but he had his moments.

Beta shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Volnutt, who was shaking his head at his father’s swear.

X huffed and turned to Beta. His piercing emerald-green eyes met with the snow-haired Carbon’s, sending a chill through him. X’s intense stare had always been intimidating to Beta and now was no exception.

“I’m not mad, kid. I’m worried. Do you not trust us?” X asked softly.

Beta shook his head frantically. “Of course I trust you—”

“So why lie?” Volnutt interrupted.

Both pairs of eyes land on him. Beta purses his lips and averts his eyes. “My powers cause nothing but problems. Meaning I don’t cause anything but problems and—”

Volnutt grabs Beta’s shoulders, making the snow-haired Carbon gasp. “You are NOT a problem! Don’t say things like that! Why can’t you love yourself? You do so much already! Why can’t you see yourself how we see you?!” Volnutt exclaims.

X gently pried Volnutt’s hands off of Beta.

Beta sighs and runs his hands through his hair, before remembering his cuts and pulling away with a wince. “I do love myself I—”

“Then stop being an idiot, okay?” Volnutt said, his voice softening slightly.

Beta nodded, pressing his lips together. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to be better, okay?”

X sighed and nodded, letting Beta go. Volnutt watched him leave and turned to his father. “Just like that? You’re letting him go?”

X sighed again, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “It’ll take way more than one conversation to get it into his head that he’s worth it. Just… take it slow, okay? He’s still getting used to everything.”

Volnutt pouted. “But—”

“Vol, please. I get how you feel, but rushing things isn’t the way,” X said firmly but gently. “I know that well.”

Volnutt nodded and pressed his lips to form a thin line before retreating to his room. X watched him leave with a frown.

Trying to live semi-domestic lives was hard for most of them, but especially Beta. Beta never knew his purpose. On top of being woken up and getting sick due to a long hibernation, one side effect was memory loss, which unfortunately affected the snow-haired Carbon.

X fidgeted with his braid for a moment before standing up and heading to the kitchen, already expecting a mess. He doesn’t know whether to be worried, or frustrated, or both.

Instead, the kitchen was spotless, as if no one had even gotten injured in the first place. X sighs and inspects the sink. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Not to be confused with the fact that he’s glad he doesn’t have to clean something else up, even though he’d do so with no problem, but the simple fact that Beta tried to lie and play off his injuries, even though they’re light, as nothing, is extremely concerning. Even so, Beta cleaned up the kitchen. Sure, his issue may seem minor, but that’s how all major problems start.

X was going to have a talk with this boy. Maybe not at this moment exactly, but soon.