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[denpamen]

Thank god he threw in friendship or else his unmistakable devotion and obsession with Edgeworth would almost be gay. Right.

[denpamen]

IM CRYING SO MUCH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU GHIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL AMAZINF SHOW STOPPING I CANT FNEMTMFGTTT. HELLO thanKY OUSO MCUH

dolph and ashton for my jf ^_^ @denpamen

[pocketgalaxies]

"DO YOU SEE WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS?"

"NO! NO! I THOUGHT YOU WERE TRYING TO SAVE HER, I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE GONNA KILL HER?"

"NO, IT'S THE CAMERA, IT'S THE CAMERA! IT'S WHAT WE'VE BEEN WORKING ON!"

"WELL YES, YES–SO YOU THINK WE CAN REVERSE THIS THING AND SUCK THIS THING IN?"

"THAT'S WHAT I'M GONNA–THAT'S WHAT I–THAT'S WHAT WE'VE BEEN WORKING ON!"

"(TO THE GM) THAT'S WHAT WE'VE BEEN WORKING ON."

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Luke Hemmings for LADYGUNN Magazine via savannarruedy on IG

[delusionalbitchh]

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[sturnmeovr]

Neighbor!Matt Headcanons

Best paired with Brat!Reader

✮Neighbor!Matt who ... Brat always calls on as her personal handyman. They live in a shitty apartment building with property owners who could give a fuck less what shape their apartments are in, as long as each unit was livable and nobody would sue them. Matt takes pride in showing up at her door to fix her water pressure for the sixth time this month, anything to see her; anything to keep a smile on that pretty face of hers.

✮ Neighbor!Matt who ... has a secret passion for cooking. It all started one year when he baked Christmas cookies with his mom, quickly sparking a light inside his soul. He loves cooking for his brothers and the few friends he has. Brat loves all the delicious meals he cooks for her just as much as he loves showing her his secret love for cooking, he always makes sure to plate them like a 5-star restaurant would.

✮Neighbor!Matt who ... works a blue collar job for a local construction company. He comes home with stained jeans, dirty hands, and the same brown, three-year-old Carhartt jacket his mom gifted him for Christmas one year. He even picks up odd jobs on the weekends to have extra money in his pocket since living in the big city is so expensive nowadays.

✮ Neighbor!Matt who ... has a horrible sleeping schedule. Even though he works a full time job, he stays up late on his PC, usually playing COD or GTA.

✮Neighbor!Matt who ... has a bedroom directly above Brats. She can hear his every move much like he can hear hers. It doesn't matter if he's screaming at his game or arguing with his brother, she hears everything. Matt often eavesdrops on her phone conversation to her friends when she talks about him.

✮ Neighbor!Matt who ... frequents the diner a few blocks away. The owner is a good family friend, so him and his brothers are always welcomed there, always getting a discount every time they go.

✮ Neighbor!Matt who ... is a logical crash out. He stands for the right causes; no bullying, no hurting women, and no talking to him like he's fucking stupid.

✮ Neighbor!Matt who ... carries Brats drunk ass up to her apartment every other Friday night. She can't handle her liquor, and she has shitty friends, in his opinion. He doesn't mind helping her out whenever she needs it, and he loves it when she asks him to stay to cuddle her all night. She'd always be embarrassed in the morning, but he thought her rosy, red cheeks were adorable.

✮ Neighbor!Matt who ... races downstairs to Brats apartment every time she tries to cook by herself a meal and ends up setting the fire alarm off. Seriously, the girl burns toast.

✮ Neighbor!Matt who ... shares an undeniable, indescribable connection with Brat, whom he thought was just his bitchy downstairs neighbor until he actually got to know her. He'd do anything to make her his and he can't stand that she's so guarded.

♡‧₊˚ Cheys Note - I’ve been posting so much I was gonna give myself a little break but this anon changed my mind 😋 thank you for the love baby. Try not to hit that anonymous switch next time, I love to argue 🫶🏻 anyways I hope everyone enjoys, thanks to everyone who shows love and doesn’t hide behind that anon button. Love & appreciate you guys more than you know! 💚 (I have a masterlist for this au coming soon, click the neighbor!Matt x Brat!Reader tag in the meantime!)

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Sharing a room with Noah. Great. This won't be awkward. Not at all. It's not like you have a crush on him or anything.

*sigh*

You could wring Matt's neck for doing this to you. He knows how you feel about Noah and how you get all antzy and weird whenever you're around him. Why in the world would your brother make you share a hotel room with him? Because he's a jerk, that's why.

*sigh.*

One bed? Seriously? Oh, for God's sake! You scream internally, vowing to give your brother an earful in the morning.

You catch Noah staring at you and your cheeks heat up, feeling so embarrassed that he's forced to share a bed with you. He's probably hating life right now, and you don't blame him one bit.

"I, uh, I can sleep on the couch if you want?"

"No, no! It's fine."

Your grimace, realizing you said that way too eagerly. You look at Noah and notice the tiny smirk on his face. He caught the eagerness, too. Great. Just great. Now you look desperate.

After showering, you come out of the bathroom to find Noah in the desk chair, casually slumped down with his long legs stretched out. He's wearing just some shorts and a white t-shirt, but god does he look delicious. With his hair a little longer now, the urge to run your fingers through the soft brown locks is overwhelming.

"You good?" He looks up from his phone at you and smiles. You die a little more inside.

"Yup. All good."

*sigh*

"You ready for bed? If not, that's okay. I can fall asleep with the lights on."

You shake your head. "No, I'm good. Really. I'm exhausted."

Noah nods soberly, and you feel like maybe you've offended him.

"But thank you... anyway," you say in addition to the first part of your statement. This time, he gives you a small smile, and it makes your heart flutter.

You crawl under the cool sheets already feeling sleepiness setting in. The bed dips beside you as Noah crawls in, removing his shirt and tossing it on the floor. Before laying back, he looks at you staring at his chest like some weird person who's never seen a guy's chest before, which you have. But this is different. This is Noah’s chest, and the ink that spreads over his skin is beautiful. Being this close to him, you can see more detail on every picture like never before, and it truly is a work of art.

"Something wrong?"

"Huh? Oh! No, sorry. Nothing's wrong."

You quickly look away, blushing again because you got caught staring. You shift to your side, back towards Noah, and he turns out the light, creating a black canvas for your eyes to see.

All is silent. All is calm. You're just about asleep when you feel a leg brush yours. It's subtle at first, and you think maybe it was just an accident, but then you feel it again, rubbing the backs of your legs softly and slowly. It's paralyzing yet so infectiously good that you can't help but let the satisfied feeling wash over you.

Noah moves closer to you, and now, you're wide awake. What is he doing? His body shifts, and before you realize it, his arm is snaking over your side and pulling you closer to him. He's spooning you, which to you, is one of the most romantic things a guy can do with a girl.

"Is this okay," he whispers in your ear? It sends shivers up your spine. You nod, but remember, it's dark, and he can't see you. He can only feel you. So you place a hand on his hand that's resting on your belly, and the other you slide up his arm, all the way up to his bare bicep, then rake your nails gently back down, repeating the process over again. Noah sighs deeply, the sound of contentment vibrating off his chest onto you back. He tugs you closer, burying his face in the back of your neck and breathing in deeply again. He moans when he releases his breath.

"Yeah, it's okay," you finally answer with a smile. Even though he can't see it, you know he can hear it because he tries to pull you even closer to him even though your back is fully pressed against his chest. But that's not what Noah wants.

You scooch the lower half of your body back until your bottom is firmly up against Noah's lower half, with his hard excitement pressing firmly on your bottom. You giggle quietly, unable to hide your own excitement of how you're able to turn Noah on so much that you're making him hard.

"I'm sorry," he softly apologizes.

"For what?"

"For... you know... this," he says, thrusting against your butt. This time, you giggle louder, and it seems to help Noah relax.

"Oh, I didn't really notice," you lie, laughing at your own joke.

"Whatever. You did, too!"

You grip Noah a little tighter, snuggling into him, grateful for his warmth and comfort.

"I just really like you. And you smell really nice. And you're comfy." He gives you another tight squeeze.

"Is that all?" you ask sarcastically.

"Would you go out with me once this tour's over and we're back home? Maybe give this thing between us a shot and see how it goes? And don't pretend that you don't like me. I know you do," he asserts.

"Yes, I would love that, Noah. And I don't want to pretend I don't like you because that would be a lie, and I don't lie to people I love."

"You love me?" he softly asks.

"I think I do, for a while now. I've just never been brave enough to tell you. Until now."

Noah slides his hand up to rest on your chest, searching for your racing heartbeat. You hear a subtle growl of approval when he finds it and decides to keep his hand there.

"Well, since we're being honest, you've had my heart for a while now, too."

"Really?"

"Really."

Noah draps his leg over yours, tangling them together.

"Mine?" he whispers, kissing you cheek gently.

"Yours," you answer, with a smile, gathering his hand in yours and locking your fingers through his before contently drifting off to sleep.

[stars4noah]

HALLEY'S COMET- five.

{WARNINGS}: smutty smut smut smut, so much fluff its insane, swearing

w.c- 2,017

a.n- thank you all for the recent love and support, it means more than you know. this is by far my favorite chapter! hope you enjoy <3

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"you're her, princess. you're the woman i was in love with. the woman i'm still in love with. fuck, i thought taking time would make these stupid feelings go away but the moment i saw you in this fucking dress i couldn't take it anymore. i need you, [y/n]. will you have me?"

she was quiet for a moment before she nodded slowly. "yes."

READER'S POV.

as soon as the words left my mouth, noah wasted no time on pressing his lips to mine once more. this time, i reciprocated. he picked me up by the back of my thighs before gently laying me down on the bed behind us, his kisses moving down my neck.

"noah..." i breathed.

"what do you need, sweetheart?"

i whimpered softly. "you. i need you." he smiled. "you have me, baby."

i huffed, my hands moving to tangle in his hair. "you know what i mean."

"do i?"

"shut up and kiss me."

our next kiss was rougher than the last. full of passion and lust. his hands moved to my waist before lowering to my hips and tugging my dress up to my waist.

"fuck... just for me?" he said, groaning at the sight of my lacy black thong. i bit my lip.

"all for you."

he pulled the thong inside before ducking down, his lips working expertly at my core as i tugged on his hair, a stream of moans slipping past my lips.

"fuck.. oh my, fuck."

i could feel his lips shift into a grin as he continued, my thighs keeping his head locked in place. he couldn't move even if he wanted to.

which he definitely didn't.

the feeling of his mouth added to his fingers curling inside of me made that rope in my tummy snap, my release coating his nose, mouth and chin as i breathed heavily.

he moved back up my body, his lips leaving a trail a heat in it's wake before he kissed me again, this time moving to take off his own pants. i helped him get them off and throw them somewhere in the room, desperate to feel him.

this was all i ever wanted. all i ever needed. i could die a happy woman knowing i had sex with the noah sebastian. the man who may or may not just be the love of my life. but that was something we could figure out later.

he gave one last kiss on my lips, lining himself up with my hole. "you ready?" he asked softly, and i nodded.

with that, he pushed in, making me let out a quiet moan of pain and pleasure as he soon bottomed out.

the moment he started moving, it wasn't gentle. this wasn't him wanting to make love. this was him wanting to fuck me until i couldn't speak. and i was more than okay with that.

i moaned loudly as the headboard banged against the wall in rhythm to his thrusts, arching my back as he hit that one spot inside that made me see stars. if people downstairs didn't know what we were doing before, they sure as hell did now.

"shh, you gotta be quiet." he said. "don't want your little guests hearing you, do you?"

i shook my head, causing him to leave a small smack on the outside of my thigh. "words, baby."

"n-no. oh god, noah!" i moaned.

he growled, pulling out and flipping me over with my ass in the air before going right back in, pushing my head into the pillow as i let out a constant string of moans that were honestly almost screams.

i felt that cord in my stomach getting tighter again, and i knew my release was close.

"n-noah, fuck, please. 'm gonna cum." i whined, my voice slightly muffled by the pillows.

"yeah? you gonna cum for me? make a fuckin' mess?" he grunted into my ear, his thrusts growing sloppy and i knew he was close too. "cum for me, baby. c'mon." he said, and that was all it took. i let go, my legs shaking and almost giving out on me as i came. i swore for a second i almost saw god.

in my blissed out state, my mind didn't even register that he had fleed to the bathroom for a moment before i felt something warm and damp between my legs, making me whimper softly.

"shh, sweetheart. it's okay. just cleanin' you up." noah said softly lowering me down onto the bed and flipping me over. he threw the cloth somewhere before moving beside me to take off my dress.

"c'mon, arms up." he said, and i complied, moving my arms up so he could take it off of me before giving me an oversized shirt, putting it on over me.

"there ya go. comfy?" he asked, laying me down with my head on his chest. "mhm" i hummed.

"you sleepy?"

"yeah."

"go to sleep then, baby. i'll be right here. i won't leave. not this time." he said softly, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

i closed my eyes and attempted to fall asleep, but after about ten minutes i knew i couldn't.

"noah?" i asked softly.

"yeah?"

"will you sing to me?"

he smiled softly. "yeah."

my eyes remained closed as he hummed a soft, unfamiliar tune. i wasn't sure what it was, but it was soothing enough to lull me into sleep.

i woke up the next morning to a familiar warmth next to me, my eyes slowly fluttering open. it took a moment for my mind to catch up, but when i realized that he really did stay, i smiled. i gently brushed the hair out of his eyes, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and then his shoulder before carefully getting out of bed. as much as i wanted to stay and cuddle, i was hungry as fuck.

i crept downstairs, noticing a couple people crashed on my couch. i rolled my eyes, a fond smile on my face. that was okay, they were friends. i'd rather have a million people stay over at my house after a long night of partying and drinking than drive home drunk and endanger themselves and others.

i carefully pulled a blanket over nicholas, noticing he was curled up a bit as if he was cold. i always kept my a/c on a fairly low temperature, as i got hot really easy. it didn't bother me, but it did others.

i continued my main task and went to the kitchen to cook up some breakfast. while i was cooking, i felt a large pair of hands wrap themselves around my waist, pressing kiss after kiss to my neck.

"morning." i smiled softly, turning to face him.

"g'morning, princess." he said, his voice still a little hoarse from just waking up. "what're you cookin' up in here?" he asked.

i turned back around to flip the bacon, mot wanting it to burn. "just some breakfast. eggs and bacon. that good with you?"

"perfect." he said

there was a beat of silence before he spoke again.

"hey, what do you say we go out today? let me take you on a proper date. you deserve it."

i smiled softly. "i'd like that. maybe we could stop by that little restaurant that just opened up a couple blocks away. oh, and we could go see the christmas lights!"

"baby, it's the middle of november." he raised an eyebrow.

"so? the lights are up, and i wanna see them."

he shook his head, laughing softly. "okay. well, you make breakfast. i'll go take a shower, and then we can hang out all day. deal?"

i nodded, giving him one last kiss before finishing up breakfast as he went to go shower.

later in the day, noah and i went out for our little date. we settled for the restaurant i suggested earlier. it wasn't too fancy, but it was cute and i liked it. the waitress sat us down at a table, taking our orders before walking off, leaving the two of us be.

we were sat beside one of the large windows, a beautiful view of the outside city and a small tree. i smiled softly as i watched the little critters roam around. birds and squirrels.

"what're you looking at?" noah asked softly, following my gaze.

"the birds."

he smiled. "you really are a nature nerd, aren't you?"

i laughed softly. "not a nerd. i just like to watch the birds. sometimes i wish i could fly. i bed it would give some sense of freedom. it seems like so much fun." i said, not noticing how he looked at me with that soft smile. that smile that anyone could take one look at and instantly tell that a man was in love.

"you look really beautiful." he said, taking my hand in his. i averted my gaze, looking back at him with a smile. "thank you, baby. you look very handsome."

he laughed softly at the compliment, his cheeks flushing with the faintest hint of pink on them.

even though he was a big burly man on the outside, he was still a person with feelings. he would get shy when someone complimented him, or nervous in stressful situations. tough on the outside, sweetheart on the inside.

"are you excited for the lights?" he asked, and that brought a huge smile on my face.

"oh, yeah. i'm so excited. i love looking at christmas lights, they're just so fun and bright and festive and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside and- sorry, i'm rambling." i laughed, and laughed too.

"no, love. ramble all you want. i'm listening."

and that was pretty much all we did all night. after we ate, we went to go see the christmas lights, even taking a few pictures.

when we got home, we settled down, slipping into our pajamas with a fire in the fireplace and a movie on the tv. i could tell noah had been thinking about something all night, and it worried me a bit.

"hey." i said after a few minutes. "what's on your mind?"

he snapped himself out of his thoughts, releasing his bottom lip from his teeth. "i have something to ask you. don't freak out." i nodded, though it was hard not to be anxious when you're told not to freak out.

"how would you feel about going public? with our relationship, i mean."

i froze for a moment. we had only gotten together literally a day ago. going public so soon? i knew it was a bad idea, but another part of me wanted the world to know. i wanted everybody to know that he was mine, and i was his.

"i.. i don't know. what if everything goes wrong? like, people might freak out and hate us and our careers could spiral downhill and-"

he cut me off, gently cupping my face in his hands. "hey. we don't have to if you don't want to. i'm just making a suggestion. i want everybody to know i'm yours. that i've got this lucky woman by my side every single day of my life. that i love you. and who cares what they think? they're just a bunch of people on the internet that have nothing else to do but make others' lives miserable. us? we can decide to make our relationship public or private. i promise either is okay with me. nothing will ever change the way i feel for you." he reassured.

i nodded slowly. "okay."

"are you sure? i don't want to pressure you into something you don't want to do."

"i'm sure. i want them to know. so then we can post all of our cute pictures and videos and stuff." i smiled, something that he returned in full before pressing a soft miss to my forehead.

"i'll love you forever." he said softly.

"and always?" i asked

he laughed softly, nuzzling his face in my hair.

"and always, my love."

[xmads-omensx]

CHAPTER 5 - HIDING YOUR DENIAL IN A COSTUME

Word Count: 4,799

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Fem. OC Vania

Content warnings: Swearing, angst, weapons, enemies to lovers, mentions of injury and cleaning of wounds (not graphic), arguing, mentions of death and murder, nudity

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VANIA

The drive back to the OMNS headquarters was silent. You could cut the tension with a knife.

Noah hadn’t said anything since his outburst in The Underground, so I was still completely in that dark about why he was angry. The others seemed to be in the same position.

Once we had met back up with everyone, Nick had tried to talk to Noah about what happened, but Noah just shoved past him and into the armoured car.

He had been especially cold to me, which wasn’t exactly a surprise to me, but I figured that since he saved my life, he wouldn’t treat me like shit.

Darkness enclosed the Concrete Jungle in a bubble, separating it from the unknown outside.

All we knew here was the towering skyscrapers and speeding cars.

The neon glows that illuminated the city was the only light at the end of the tunnel that I could see. There was nothing outside of the Concrete Jungle as far as we knew, and to dream of discovering an outside world was just that, a dream.

Davis grew up believing in the possibility that there was a life for people like us outside of this enclosure.

His naivety made him weak, which was something that Noah and I could agree on when it came to Davis.

Tonight, however, the darkness felt empty as it loomed over the Concrete Jungle, like something within it was watching us.

Maybe it was my capture that made me so on edge, but even so it felt like something was happening within that darkness. Something big. Something bad.

“You could’ve gotten us all killed, Vania.” Noah snarled from opposite me.

“Don’t start, Noah.” Nick intervened from beside me.

“You don’t tell me what to do.” Noah snapped at his best friend.

I stayed silent, already shaken up from my near death experience and determined to keep some semblance of peace before we made it back to the OMNS headquarters.

“She endangered us all tonight. And I want her to apologise.” Noah smirked, convinced that I wouldn’t give into him. He was right, of course, I wasn’t going to let him demand anything from me.

“Why the fuck would I apologise to you, pig?” I spat, letting Jolly’s jacket slip off of my shoulder, revealing the black lingerie that I wore underneath.

“Because I almost fucking dies because of you!” He shouted, leaning forward. Our noses were almost touching in the back of the armoured truck.

“I never asked you to come and rescue me, asshole.” I snarled.

He didn’t appear have a witty retort, and if he did he was definitely saving it for later, so he instead leant back in his seat and glared at me as we pulled into the garage at OMNS Headquarters.

I pondered over what JT had said.

Did Noah and the rest of OMNS really orchestrate the deaths of my last crew? My family?

I mean Noah was the most likely to do it out of the crew, but it still seemed far-fetched. Irritatingly, JT had no reason to lie to me. He got the information about V.A.N. that he wanted out of me, and he always held up his end of the bargain.

We all exited the armoured truck in a tense silence as we filed back into the house.

Folio, Bryan and Jolly instantly retreated to their rooms, eager to avoid the inevitable debrief that would most likely result in a screaming match between myself and Noah.

Which it did.

“What do you mean you don’t know why JT took you?” Noah snarled as he leant forward, his palms resting on the table in the centre of the room.

“I mean that I don’t know.” I said with a sarcastic laugh. “God are you stupid or something?”

“No, you’re the stupid one if you don’t know why JT took you.” He laughed, his hands forming fists and his knuckles whitening.

“Look, even if I did know, which I don’t, why should I tell you?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and tilting my head at him.

“Because I’m the dumbass who stuck my neck out to save yours.” He shouted.

“Once again, asshole, I didn’t ask you to do that.” I yelled back.

“Enough!” Matt shouted, silencing our arguing. “We get it, you both hate eachother, but we have work to do. Let’s focus on the plan and worry about this whole JT situation another time.”

“Agreed.” Nicholas added, nodding his head and avoiding Noah and I’s eyes as he started at the map that now hovered over the table.

“Iiris and Jaxon Martinez are both dead, and the only people who know are standing in this room or are dead, so our plan can still go ahead.” Matt explained. “Noah and Vania can still pose as them like we had originally planned.”

“So Vania and I go into Electric Twilight with this invite chip and, what, get this other chip for Karius?” Noah asked.

“And that second team goes through the back and meets us halfway?” I added, making Noah roll his eyes.

“Exactly right.” Matt nodded.

“But we didn’t manage to get the chip invite because of the JT situation.” I added, making Noah scoff which earned a stern look from Matt.

“Luckily, Jolly ran back up afterwards and grabbed it before covering up the scene as best he could.” Nicholas explained, reaching into the pockets of his long, black trench coat and pulling out the chip and placing it on the table.

It was nothing remarkable, just a small black chip with the ERRA logo illuminated in a glowing blue hue.

“I will definitely be able to make a fake copy of this so that you can both get into the Electric Twilight party with no problems.” Nicholas explained, picking the chip back up and walking over to his bedroom, where he opened the door and disappeared inside.

My instincts told me that we wouldn’t be hearing from him again for a little while.

Matt was the next to leave, saying that he wanted to get some rest before we headed to Bad Decisions later in the evening.

That left only Noah and I alone in the room.

Tension filled the air once again, unsurprisingly.

“I don’t believe you, you know.” Noah said with a cocky tone.

“What do you mean?” I asked with a frustrated sigh.

“I think you know exactly why JT took you, and I think it’s something to do with this V.A.N. thing. Whatever that means.” Noah said with a whisper, leaning close to my face with a smirk decorating his own.

Everything stopped.

How did Noah know about that?

Did JT tell him?

Fuck.

I was so fucked.

“But you obviously don’t know, that’s why your heart is racing and your eyes just practically doubled in size, right?” Noah added, his head tilting to one side before he scoffed and pushed past me, heading to his own bedroom, leaving me stranded in the room.

Shit.

My heart was still racing long after Noah had vanished.

How the fuck did he know about V.A.N.

The house descended into an uncomfortable silence. The kind where you’re too aware of everything. The way your heart beats. The way your breath sounds. The hushed creaking of the old building.

All of it.

Looking around, I realised something.

If I wanted to find out about what happened to my old crew, now would be the perfect time to do it.

In front of me was OMNS entire database. It didn’t seem that hard to navigate, with relatively basic hardware for lowlife runners like us, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

If they were smart, they would have deleted that mission off of every single piece of tech they owned, if it was indeed a mission that they had been sent on.

The details were as murky as the morals which Noah followed.

From what JT had told me, Noah had ordered Davis’s sandevistan to be hacked, making him go cyberpsycho and kill the rest of our crew, besides me.

But that was it.

I needed to know if it was a mission that they had been sent on, or if Noah was just feeling pretty sadistic that day. If it was a mission, then OMNS themselves weren’t to blame, but if the opposite was true, then I needed to start plotting my revenge against the assholes that killed my family.

The table in the centre of the room illuminated with a soft glow as soon as I placed the palms of my hands on its surface.

Finding the information would be the tricky part, but once I found it, I should be able to just download it into my own database before erasing any evidence of my presence here.

I flicked through files upon files of detailed mission reports and invoices from all of their business ventures outside of their runner lives.

Very little of the information I found pointed me in the right direction.

Until I found one lone file.

“Davis”.

That was it.

I opened the file to be greeted with the autopsy report done on the remains that they recovered from his body after he lost it.

It began with a list of his upgrades, with the sandevistan written in bright red font with a note beside it detailing the fact that it was a “corrupted part” and was not safe to be used.

As I read further down the file, I realised that it detailed any routines that Davis had. His running routes. His preferred time to run. His life before becoming a runner, which I skimmed, not wanting to break the agreement we had made all those years ago.

SEVEN YEARS AGO

“How about you?” I asked.

“What about me?” Davis replied with a laugh, leaning back on my hands.

“What brings you to the underground?” I went on.

“How about we don’t talk about that?” He laughed. “Let’s just leave that shit behind us. The Underground is for people who want to disappear. We want to disappear. So let’s just disappear.”

“That’s too poetic for you dumbass.” I laughed, playfully shoving his shoulder.

“That’s rude, V, come on let me be poetic.” Davis laughed in response.

Davis and I sat on the top of a building that was built into the walls of the large cave. Our legs dangled over the edge, hundreds of feet above the other lowlifes below us. It was the closest to flying we would ever come. The closest to the tops of those stupid skyscrapers in Coyote Park.

We had both accepted that we would never achieve more than the hand we had been dealt. We would never not depend on being a runner to make ends meet. Never meet that special someone. Never get married, never have children. Never settle down.

The concept of that life had never upset me. I had Davis and Davis had me.

We were a team. Forever.

“Come on, V. Let’s go find some food before we have to meet Karius at Poppy’s.” Davis said as he stood up from where he was sat and walked back over to the small ladder that hung off of the side of the building and led down to an alleyway.

I followed him down the old ladder and along the bustling avenues between stalls until we reached the stairway to the exit.

“Remember what I said, V, you aren’t the same person anymore.” Davis said, gently squeezing my shoulder.

PRESENT

Davis had always just been Davis. He had no before. Only a present.

The past didn’t matter in the Concrete Jungle, since it kept you away from the present. It kept you away from reality.

Towards the end of the file, a detailed account of what happened had been added.

Everything from the journey to the location to the journey back. It was all there written in the file.

From what it said, Davis had gone cyberpsycho and killed the rest of his crew, our crew, bar one person. Me.

The account detailed how Davis had been killed by…..

I couldn’t finish reading it. My stomach churned at the thought of reliving it.

Despite this, I pushed through just enough to discover that there was no mention of Noah orchestrating the attack, but there wouldn’t be. Noah was smart, he would make sure that his tracks had been covered no matter what the cost.

I pulled my database chip from the back of my neck and plugged it into the port on the side of the table, before downloading the file.

A rustling from behind me startled me. My heart stopped. It was coming from Nicholas’s room.

Luckily for me, he didn’t come out of it, so I could keep my download running.

I watched  the pale purple line travel further and further across the chip until I had transferred every last scrap of detail within the file.

I would have to find another opportunity to scour the file for any useful information since doing so in this room, out in the open, would most definitely get me caught and I didn’t want the others to know that I was well aware of their involvement in my former crew’s deaths.

Based on a process of elimination, I knew that Nicholas was most likely the one who hacked Davis’s sandevistan since he was the resident net runner for OMNS.

Something about that idea didn’t sit right with me. I wondered why that might be as I pulled the chip out of the table and inserted it back into its place in the back of my neck. Nicholas didn’t seem like the type to hack someone else’s upgrade and use it to take the lives of others. Especially since he didn’t personally know any of us before the attack. But then again, I didn’t know any of OMNS.

Paranoia began to seep into my veins as I pondered this thought. I didn’t know anyone in OMNS. Not really anyway. If this was their plan to take me out since I didn’t die along with my crew, this would be their perfect scenario. They could easily lure me into a false sense of security before killing me.

They would use me to get their credits then kill me like they did the others.

Essentially, I was completely fucked.

A door creaked open in the hallway. I whipped around only to be greeted by a slightly taken aback Folio.

“You good Doc?” He asked with a laugh.

“Yeah I’m good Folio.” I replied with a laugh of my own, trying to play off my startled reaction.

“Okay, whatever you say.” He laughed again.

“You coming to Bad Decisions later?” I asked, desperate to change the subject.

“I mean, only if Doc approves.” Folio said with a smile as he walked towards me.

“Let me check your wound.” I replied, gesturing for him to lift his shirt up so I could have a look.

Instead of just lifting the shirt up, Folio took it off. I mean I wasn’t complaining in the slightest. Before me, his toned abs reflected the cool LED lighting that illuminated the room. A tattoo of an eagle carrying a fish decorated his chest, concealing the lung upgrades that I knew he had. You could only barely make out the lines where the implants met his flesh. The area around the gunshot wound that was now healed relatively well due to the medication I had given him and his own upgrades speeding the process along.

I brushed my fingers against the area of skin around it, assessing for any irritation, but also partially to fill my own curiosity at what his skin would feel like against my own.

His wound appeared healed enough for the mission, but only on the condition that he avoided any and all close combat in order to put as little strain on the injury as possible.

“How’s it looking Doc?” Folio asked.

“It looks like you’re going to be fine for the mission, but no close range shit.” I told him, standing back up straight.

He didn’t put his shirt back on and instead walked back down the hallway, towards the stairs that led to the kitchen area, past an angry looking Noah.

I glared at him as he exited his room, also shirtless, before he followed Folio down to the kitchen.

“We’re leaving in an hour, Princess. Be ready.” Noah snarled over his bare shoulder as he walked, making me roll my eyes.

I didn’t really have a place to retreat to in order to get ready, which would prove difficult since I couldn’t go back to my own place as Noah wouldn’t let me.

Luckily, I grabbed a few nicer items of clothing when I went back the day that Noah trailed me there.

I reached up and pulled my hair out of my pigtails and let the long pink locks cascade down my back. It brushed my lower back as I shook it out with my hands, making sure to get as many knots out as possible.

Next, I pulled off Jolly’s jacket, leaving me in only the lingerie that Lilith and Raven had given me. Admittedly, I looked good in the set. Which only worked in my favour as I heard footsteps ascending the stairs. I turned to see Noah standing at the top of the stairs, staring at me.

Against my greater judgement, I brought my hands up to the small straps that sat on my shoulders and lowered them. I refused to break eye-contact with Noah as I reached behind me and unclipped the clasp at the back of the bra, letting it fall to the ground with a soft thump. Noah’s eyes darted down to my bare breasts before returning to meet mine. I turned around and bent down to grab my dress from the drawer in which my belongings had been stashed, making sure to stick my ass out as I did so. I looked over my shoulder and sure enough, Noah still stood there, staring at me with a glare of simmering rage.

I bent over once again, making sure to maintain eye contact with him as I stepped into my dress and pulled it up my legs, fastening it at my shoulders and throwing my hair back over my shoulder. I slid my feet into my shoes and stood back up.

“What are you staring at, asshole.” I smiled smugly at Noah, who maintained his glare.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Princess.” He snarled.

“Well, the boner you’re sporting says different.” I laughed, gesturing at the tent in his trousers.

“Fuck off, V. We leave in five.” Noah baked before heading back into his own room.

I had won.

Grinning to myself, I took my makeup chip from the small container in the drawer and inserted it into the remaining chip port in my neck, selecting what I wanted my makeup to look like that evening.

The purple eyeshadow complimented my pink hair nicely as I allowed it to mostly be loose, besides two small braids at the front that framed my face.

I looked good.

Shortly, Noah’s door re-opened to reveal him standing there in a tight, black turtleneck and black dress pants. He looked undeniably sexy, but I would never tell him that of course. His hair was effortlessly styled, with one singular strand hanging over his forehead. His eyes still held that firey rage as he looked me up and down, clearly remembering our previous interaction. His fists clenched by his sides as he scoffed and walked down the hallway towards the stairs.

I steeled myself before following after him, meeting Jolly and Nicholas in the hallway. They both wore similar outfits, black button ups with black dress pants. Luckily, they were in a better mood than their 6’3 counterpart downstairs, so I was somewhat put at ease.

I needed to keep the possibility that they were responsible for the worst day of my life in the back of my mind, despite how at ease I felt with them. They could still be monsters.

My heart broke slightly at the thought.

Folio, who had garnered a special place in my heart, would have been involved. Matt and Bryan too. Nicholas and Jolly. Noah.

For some indescribable reason, Noah’s possible involvement hurt me the most. He, at least, was realistic when he spoke to me. He didn’t get close. He kept his nose out of my business. Like Davis did.

No.

Don’t think about Davis.

Don’t connect them. Keep them separate.

Noah was nothing like Davis. He never would be.

The kitchen was dark, with only the LEDs that hung over the island illuminating the space. Noah leant against the counter, his arms folded over his chest, emphasising the muscles in his chest and biceps. The lighting reflected off of the side of his face, leaving the rest in darkness. He looked almost angelic as he stood there, watching us enter.

“Ready to go?” He said, nodding towards the door which Matt, Bryan and Folio stood next to, waiting for their cue to leave.

We all nodded and filed into the garage.

We couldn’t take the armoured truck since we were heading to Noah’s club, so we had to take our own vehicles. Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t exactly ride my bike in this dress, so I had no choice but to catch a ride off somebody else.

Jolly and Folio took off first, so I couldn’t go with either of them. Matt, Bryan and Nicholas had no space left in their cars so there was only one option left. Noah.

“Hurry up, Princess. We don’t have all night.” He sighed with a roll of his eyes.

I rolled my eyes right back at him and pulled the passenger door open, sliding into the car with a sigh.

“Don’t fucking touch anything.” Noah snarled as he started the engine.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” I mumbled.

“Speak up, Princess.” He snarled, still not looking at me.

“I said I wasn’t planning on touching anything in your stupid fucking car asshole!” I yelled.

“Good!” Noah shouted back, before sitting back in his seat with a sigh and pulling out of the garage.

The drive was silent but thick with tension. The air felt electric. I could feel every hair on my body stand up as I gazed out the window and looked out at the Concrete Jungle.

I often found myself like this. Just gazing at it. The city was both beautiful and horrifically ugly, with tall buildings jutting up all over the place, all different colours. ERRA’s tall, tomato red building stood taller than the rest in the centre of the Concrete Jungle. That was our end goal. If we made it to the top of that building, we would have everything that we could ever dream of in the palms of our hands. All the credits we would ever want or need. We would be set for life.

If only Davis and the others were here with me. We could escape the hellscape that is the Concrete Jungle and live out our lives outside the walls. Just like we planned. We could run away, and keep running until we couldn’t run anymore. We could live for as long as we wanted without the fear of when our next job would come in.

“You okay?” Noah’s sharp voice cut through the silence. “You’ve been quiet.”

“Why do you care?” I sighed.

“Forget I said anything, god.” He sighed with a frustrated tone, going back to concentrating on driving.

Bad Decisions was a lot more high end than Poppy’s was. This wasn’t the kind of establishment that you would find lowlife runners like myself. Nerves filled my body as the realisation hit me. these were all high end crews with huge amounts of money and power. I was like a bug to them.

The dark building oozed power. The door was made of dark glass that you couldn’t quite see through, but the vibrant LED lights were clearly visible from where we sat in Noah’s car.

The tarmac beneath us vibrated with the bass of the music coming from inside as we exited the vehicle. Matt, Bryan, Jolly, Folio and Nicholas had already arrived and were waiting for Noah and I to show up.

“We going in or what?” Folio asked with a laugh. “Hey, Doc.” He winked

Noah tensed beside me as Folio eyed me up and down. He was cute. I didn’t mind.

“Let’s go.” Noah said, storming to the front of the group and pushing the glass double doors open.

Music flooded my senses. The drums and bass were especially loud as we walked towards the bar.

Noah always had a booth reserved for him and his friends in the back corner where it was quieter, so half of the group made their way to the booth whilst Noah, Jolly and myself made our way to the bar to get the drinks.

It was relatively crowded, but nowhere near as busy as Poppy’s would get.

Behind the bar stood a woman with long purple hair and bangs. She was beautiful. Her eyes were a piercing icy blue colour, clearly top of the line optic upgrades. Damn, Noah must pay his staff well.

“The usual please Andromeda.” Noah said to the woman with a handsome smile.

“Right away sir.” She nodded and turned away and began making the drinks.

“I’ll take another of what I usually get too Andromeda.” Noah added.

“Of course sir.” She smiled.

Before I could register what was happening, the drinks were all sat on the bar in front of me. I had never seen anyone with additional arm upgrades in real life before, as I had only heard rumours about the procedure, but when I looked up, I saw that Andromeda had an extra set of arms beneath her natural ones.

Damn Noah really did manage to get excellent staff for his club.

As we walked back to the booth in the back corner, I became aware of a presence watching us. I didn’t want to draw attention to it, so I refrained from glancing over my shoulder. Luckily, Folio noticed too, sending a nod to Noah who placed his large hand on the small of my back and ushered me to the booth quicker.

“They’re here.” Noah said in a hushed whisper as we sat down.

“Who?” I asked, whispering in tow.

“Who the fuck do you think, Princess?” Noah snarled. “ERRA. They must’ve sent an informant.”

“I don’t think that’s ERRA.” Jolly piped up.

“Then who else could it be?” Bryan muttered.

“I’m not sure.” Folio said. “He doesn’t have anything tying him to ERRA on him. He doesn’t have the branding on his wrist, or any weapons.”

“Then who the fuck is he?” Noah pushed, getting angrier.

“Think about it, Noah, if he was ERRA, then how would he have gotten into your club?” Nicholas suggested with a shrug.

“Exactly, he’s clearly not a threat then.” Matt said.

Noah still seemed agitated about the concept of being watched by this unknown man.

“What does he look like?” I asked, directing my question at Folio.

Noah shot me a confused glance.

“Tall, well-built. He’s got dark hair, some sort of sunglasses over his eyes so I can’t quite make up his eyes. Dude he must have some sort of jammer upgrade because my optics keep ging blurry.” Folio finished by rubbing his eyes and blinking rapidly trying to regain his vision.

“Do you think you know him?” Nicholas asked.

“I’m not sure, but I guess it’s better safe than sorry.” I replied, taking a sip of my drink that Noah chose for me before wincing. Noah had awful taste.

Deep down I had an awful feeling that I might know who it was that sat in the corner watching us.

Someone who had the tech to install illegal jammer upgrades, and based on how they messed with Folio’s optics, I was guessing that there was a chance that they could be military grade.

Someone who had more interest in watching than getting into the grit of anything.

Someone who didn’t like getting his hands dirty.

My best guess was that someone had heard about our job and was watching us until the very last moment, when he could swipe in at the last moment and kill us, before taking our credits from us.

But that would be impossible unless Karius had spilled, and he never did anything like that.

So who could this person be?

Then it hit me.

If JT knew about the V.A.N. project, then who else knew?

Anything > Human Masterlist Main Masterlist

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[punkglamwham]

*knocking on door of tumblr*

May I come in?

*sits by you on the comfiest safest couch and gives you the biggest protective big sister hug I can give and offers cookies and a cup of tea or whatever is your favorite drink and takes hand*

How are you?

I saw what happened.

And it’s perfectly fine to be scared and upset about what happened.

It’s ok to cry and scream.

it’s ok to be angry it’s okay to get sick

it’s okay to hide in your bed for a while

Don’t let your demons take over because that’s what they want.

Do not harm yourself sweethearts.

*wipes away your tears and offers you a plushie version of your favorite animal*

Shhh..it’s going to be alright no matter what.

Please Take a few deep breaths

In through your nose and out through your mouth repeat as necessary.

May I offer this gentle reminder?

you are safe in the world that is made by your favorite things.

No one can ever take away that magic or erase that joy of your heart.

So Put on your favorite movies and escape the world.

Read all those fanfics that made you feel like love is stronger than anything

Rewatch a good episode doctor who or star trek or a episode of looney tunes.

Grab a pen and write your feelings down,

history will want to know your feelings and thoughts when everything is In happier times again.

Listen to your favorite songs and sing your heart out.

Take time away if you need

Did you know that the same stars that you looked at and wished on as a child are same ones that shine in the sky now?

It’s true and always know that you are loved

Be kind and brave little soldiers

Love

Chey.

[waveofstars]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓: m, f, nb, 30+ 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙:  chey and your muse are having a bonfire at the beach 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: long time friends with flirtation here and there

She didn’t know which was warmer - the growing bonfire on that cold beach, or the booze they shared that settled within her like a warm blanket. Though winter was a notoriously hard season for her to get through, nights like this made her revel in the beauty of the season. Stars twinkled above and her laughter mixed with the sound of the ocean. It was a perfect evening - so, of course, she had to ruin it. 

“Why weren’t we ever a thing?” she pointed between them, allowing the booze to control her words. A flicker of sadness fell across her eyes though her smile never faltered. Not even a little. “I mean, I get it. I’m not everyone’s cup of tea… but I don’t know. I always thought you’d make a move.” The sober part of her was screaming for her to stop talking while she was ahead. She stifled the thought with another swig.

[joeyfranchise]

The tags you left on my fic made me actually SCREAM Chey!!!! Thank you for reading I’m so glad you liked it🥹

I LOVE YOU AJ 🥺🥺🥺 it was literally so good i’m gonna read it a million more times!!!

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@lavenderhazestories that brain cell is working overtime today huh

there were few things that cheyenne expected after opening her shop in town. it was a niche market in an odd sense - "adult" stores such as hers weren't frequented by every single person on the street. it was going to be a hard sell, to even get people in the door. so she was pleasantly surprised with how strong her last few months had been, and just how welcoming some people already were.

one person that stood out in her mind was her neighbor a few doors down. arabella. just the sound of her name screamed pristine. at first, cheyenne simply passed the craft store with curiosity but never went in. then she'd met the owner at a block party for the businesses in town, and the rest was history. chey was hooked from the first awkward, blushy glance. and she got many of those in the last few months, too.

the sound of the front door bell barely had chey glancing up. she stood behind the counter, flipping through a catalogue of possible products to bring in, as a rock song played quietly on the speakers behind her. "welcome in-" when she did glance up and see the blonde, cheyenne fully picked her head up, amused grin on her face. "hey. you're a long way from your store." resting her chin in her hand, her eyes flickered up and down the woman's body before settling back on her face. "are you here to buy that vibrator i've been bragging to you about? finally."

[yasdogan]

closed starter for @cheyohara at cinematic

After a long overnight shift, Yasemin had been reluctant to head right home to try and sleep, usually needing time to decompress after shifts like that. Deciding that the movies felt like the best in-between of a nap and an activity, Yas found herself standing outside the ticket booth trying to decide what to watch. "Okay, help a girl out. How scary is Scream? I'll be honest, I've never seen it before," she admitted, smile flashing towards the familiar face of Chey as she spoke. Hocus Pocus felt like the less frightening option, but it was also something she'd seen before and she was sort of itching for something new. "You here with anyone or...would you want some company maybe?" Yas was usually the person that preferred to have other people around and after several run-ins with Chey in sort of heavier circumstances, a relaxing day at the theatre to get to know her better sounded perfect.