#damn I just wish that bitch didn’t die!

[iheartsteve0704]

I can sleep much better at night knowing that Agatha kissed Rio, not for Billy, but for herself. Because no, that’s not how Nicky died but in the moment she realized that Rio didn’t do anything wrong and she’s been harboring this hate and resentment for this women she loves so deeply (the only woman to see the good in her and love her so unconditionally) for so long and she was tried of denying her feelings any longer. And she could’ve so easily just walked with Rio to the end of her life but instead decided the last thing she wanted to do was kiss the woman she loved most. She missed her. She loves her. And I think that’s so clear by the way she gently caresses Rio’s face and wipes away her tear, keeping her hands on Rio’s face as long as possible because she goes.

[mywritersmind]

SLIM PICKINS - LN4

summary : in which y/n is over her pathetic love life and lando sees an obvious way to fix her situation. inspired by slim pickins by sabrina carpenter ifykyk😘

listen up : no warnings !! i don’t write smut so sorry lol

word count : 600

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“I’m literally going to die alone!” I groan and lay back on my bed, on the phone with my friend.

She laughs on the other side, “You’re so dramatic!”

“I am not! These are just my thoughts.” She makes the point that my phone is constantly blown up by men, “Yes well they’re all douchebags! All I want is a boy who’s jacked and kind!”

“What about Lando, then? You always complain but Lando Norris is the definition of that!” I groan into the phone. My infamous best friend, the subject of my fantasy’s and utterly and completely off limits.

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it, many times. “No chance.”

“But why!?”

I sigh, “He’s just… my friend! I don’t even see him like that.”

I hear her scoff dramatically, “You don’t see him as jacked or kind!? Do we need to get your eyes checked?”

I hang up.

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There’s a boy in my room an hour later, laying next to me after putting out in five minutes. I text Lando to call me with an ‘emergency’ so he’s gone as quick as possible.

Lando laughs over the phone, “That bad, huh?”

I fall onto my bed, screaming into my pillow, “He didn’t even know the difference between their, there, and they are.” I hear his laugh on the other side, biting my lip from screaming even more because he sounds so damn sexy.

“Sorry love…” fuck, that nickname. “ever tried it with a girl? It’s fun.” He’s joking to boost my mood but I just frown.

“I think the Lord forgot my gay awakening.”

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I walk with Lando to the elevator, drinks and shopping bags in hand, “So, what? You’re just gonna keep moaning and bitching until a man falls into your lap?”

“The good ones are all deceased or taken.” I shrug, “So yes. I mean seriously- what’s a girl to do? Every man is evil and lazy but I gotta get off somehow.” Lando chokes on his drink.

“Shit, Y/n. Tell it to me straight then.” I roll my eyes as we exit the elevator. We walk his room, swinging my bags and throwing them onto the couch, “So what is your type then?”

I plop down on his bed, laying back and staring at the ceiling, “Any nice man who breathes? Someone who’s jacked and kind!” He laughs, “I’m serious!”

He’s still laughing, I throw a pillow at him, “Come on!” he shakes his head.

“Lando!” I watch him shake his head and throw the pillow back. “What is so funny?”

“I’m jacked and kind.” He shrugs, unscrewing his water bottle top and taking a swing.

I lean back on my hands, tilting my head to look at my best friend, “Lando.”

He's still drinking water when he pulls up his shirt, revealing his *ahem* jacked body. Fuck.

Look, seeing Lando’s face and arms every day is enough to keep me up at night. But this? THIS!? I’m fucked. At least I wish I was (by him).

“You’re staring.” He teases, dropping the fabric and putting his water down. I am staring. And I do not have any plans to stop.

“Lando.” I warn as he steps closer, a slow smirk forming on his face.

“Y/n.” He mocks me in that sexy voice he does. “Say the words, love. I’m there.” His knees knock mine, he’s standing right in front of me and looking down with those green eyes of his.

“Please.” I whisper, and he’s on me in an instant.

[skylarsblue]

✦I have more C.o.D Quotes✦

Gaz: How’s your head? Y/N: Well, I haven’t had any complaints yet. Gaz: …excuse me? Y/N: Oh uh, I think I’ll live-

-- (Somewhere in Greece with a fuck ton of cats) Ghost, watching Price sneeze every five seconds: What a catastrophe. Gaz: No. Y/N: PFFT- Soap: Stop, no, don’t encourage him. Y/N: Ahem! Right, right. Not funny. Ghost: I am purrfectly capable of being funny. Y/N: *struggling* Gaz: Sometimes I wish you didn’t have a mouth.

-- Just a scene of Y/N taking out a bottle of whiskey, unscrewing they cap, then putting one of those lid caps on. (Like the ones you have on those fancy Gatorades) Taking a huge swig and closing the cap on it as Soap watches in amusement, & Price in fear.

-- Ghost: Quit messing with my hand. Soap: Quit messing with my hair! Y/N: Quit being gay. Gaz: PFFFT Y/N: Both problems solved.

-- Y/N, on the comms: You have thirteen seconds before the building fucking explodes you hot topic wannabe- Ghost: … Y/N: And you green gumball son of a bitch. Gaz: Wha-?! Soap: *WHEEZE* Y/N: You have done nothing but ruin my life; I hope you both die.

-- Soap, Gaz, & Y/N: *cackling* Laswell, losing at poker: I miss my wife, Price. Price: *places down cards* Laswell: I miss my wife.

-- Ghost, overstimulated & a lil drunk: AHHHHHH MY BONES Y/N: *frantically getting headphones* Soap, drunk: *wheeze* Gaz: Ah. I know I should’ve- *dies coughing* Soap: *more wheezing*

-- Graves *kicks in door* WHO POSTED MY NUDES ON TWITTER DOT COM?! Y/N: SUCK IT, BITCH BOY!! Alejandro: *aggressively slapping his leg while silently laughing* Rudy: *pointing and laughing* Valeria, in handcuffs: Ha, dumbass.

-- Graves: Bitch, you are gonna get in this car or I’m popping between ya eyes! Valeria: Hey, I know you. I saw your dick on Twitter! Graves: NOOOOOO Y/N: AHAHA!

-- Graves: C’mon Johnn- Y/N: *chucks a rock at Graves’ head* Graves: OW, WHY?! Y/N: NO JOHNNY FOR YOU! He goes by Soap and we respect that! Graves: Ghost calls him that! Y/N: CAUSE GHOST HAS PERMISSION, you EARN the right to Johnny! And I will be damned if anyone else earns the right before me. I been working my ass off to get the Johnny privilege and you will NOT get it for free! Soap, who’s just been standing there the whole time: *leans to Gaz* Have they actually been taking it that seriously? Gaz: Yeah. They’ve also been working real hard to try and get the right to call Captain “John”. Shoulda seen their face when I said they can call me Kyle. Soap: That’s…really sweet, I’ll give’em permission later. Gaz: Why not now? Soap: I wanna see that bastard get chewed out some more.

-- Y/N, perched on Price’s desk: Captain. Price: *sigh* Y/N: Captain I crave violence.

-- Ghost: Your family line deserves to die with you, only shame it didn’t end before you. Graves: ….I just sat down!

-- Y/N: You’re like���the human incarnation of crumbs in the bed. Graves: Oh c’MON THAT’S REAL MEAN Ghost: It’s true though. Y/N: The kinda crumbs that you keep swiping away but somehow they never leave- Graves: Alright! You know what- Soap: Like getting in bed after going to the beach. Gaz: Sand in the bed, yeah. Feels like that when he talks. Graves: I’M JUST GONNA FUCKIN LEAVE! Y/N: *watches him go* Annnd now the sheets have been changed. Ghost: Clean from filth. Alejandro: You all are so cruel and it’s perhaps the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.

-- Gaz: Things Gucci with you? Y/N: It’s Goodwill at best, my guy. Price: I don’t know what this means but I feel like I should be concerned.

-- (Mild NSFW Jokie Time) Gaz: You alright? You been zoned out. Y/N: Hm? Nah I’m good, just having depraved thoughts. Gaz: Depraved, you say? Soap: Oh do tell. Y/N: You just…you ever see someone and think “they have pretty eyes”. And that’s normal. But then the little devil in the back of ya skull goes “yeah they’d look good rolled back”. Or am I just a whore? Gaz: That is depraved. Soap: Got a good point though.

-- Y/N: Ooo! Look! Old pictures of Captain, this one’s dated. You would’ve been…19 in this one. Lemme s-…… Gaz: Lemme see! ….. Price: What? Y/N: …..you were a whore, weren’t you captain? Gaz: That’s the face of an arrogant bastard who fucks regularly. Price: I…might’ve been a bit of a playboy. Y/N: And I would’ve fallen for it you god damn bastard, no ones fACE SHOULD BE THAT NICE!

-- Valeria, painting her nails: I might kill my ex, not the best idea. His new girlfriend’s next- Alejandro: ….. Rudy: ….should I be worried? Alejandro: Move away quietly and pray.

-- Ghost: For the record this is self destructive. Soap, chugging his 5th energy drink in the past hour: For the record, I’m aware of that.

-- MILF!Y/N: Boys. Bed, now. I wanna talk to your captain. Price: No, boys stay. Please stay- Y/N: Go. Price: Stay. The boys: *concern, panic, perhaps a bit of fear* Y/N: Go! Price: Stay! Y/N: You go! Soap: *speed walking* Price: Soap, stay! Y/N: NOW! Gaz: *slowly backing away* Price: Gaz, don’t move! Y/N: YOU GO! Price: SIMON- Ghost: *leaving*

-- Ghost: What was Plan A? Soap: …don’t fuck up. Ghost: And what was Plan B? Gaz: Don’t fuck up Plan A. Ghost: And what did you do? Y/N: …fucked up plan a- Ghost: YOU FUCKED UP PLAN A-

-- Ghost: What’s rule number one? Soap, with dynamite: Party! Ghost: NO! No, not party! No!

-- Graves: How about after this, we get a drink? Y/N: …I would rather gouge out my eyes and blindly navigate a way to turn them into earrings than ever be anywhere alone with you. Soap, grinning: Ooooo brutal! Ghost: Karma.

-- Ghost: Wait…Johnny’s into me? Like…he LIKES me?? Gaz: Oh Si…you poor, sad, dense mother fucker.

-- Ghost: At least nothing of importance was lost. Laswell: …Graves was kidnapped. Ghost: I know. I said what I said. Y/N: Nothing of value was lost but we did shed off some trash! Ghost: Precisely.

-- Ghost: These lights make me wanna pull my eyes out and eat them. Medic!Y/N: *turns lights off in favor of a lamp* …alright, so you’re autistic, good to know.

-- Ghost: Should I get my reading glasses? Y/N: Oh no no, this isn’t an eye test. It’s a GAY test. Now tell me, *holds up picture of Farah & Graves; Price being 1* Number one, or number two? Ghost: Number one?… Y/N: Interesting. *holds up Farah & Soap, Soap being 2* Okay now number one, or number two? Ghost: *gasp* Y/N: Number two, right? Ghost: Maybe I am gay?

-- Waitress: So, I’ve gotta ask, I’m really curious. 141: ? Waitress: Have any of you ever used like…the military language in bed? Soap: Naaaah. Y/N: No, I don’t- PFFFT, I- *wheeze* I’m sorry I’m imagining it- Gaz: *biting back laughs* Y/N: “You gonna come?” Affirmative. *laughs* Soap: *WHEEZE* Gaz: *cackling* Price: Oh lord- Gaz, snickering: Picking up speed. Y/N: COPY- *Laughter x100* The entire team: *giggling like hyenas* Ghost: Uh, that’s a no. I don’t think we’ve done that.

-- Price: *smiles at Soap & Gaz being stupid* Y/N: I like when you smile. Price: …huh? Y/N: Your smile, I like it. Makes your eyes crinkle up and your beard makes you look like a cuddly bear. You should smile more. Price, internally on the verge of tears: *fond sigh* Get back to drills, soldier. Y/N: Yes sir!

-- Ghost: *minding his fucking business* Y/N: You have pretty eyes. Ghost: *chokes on air* Pardon? Y/N: You have pretty eyes. Ghost: No I-…they’re just brown. Y/N: So? Your eyes don’t have to be blue or green to be pretty. They’re pretty because they’re expressive, and when the sun hits them they look like syrup. I like’em best when we’re all at a bar. They get brighter then. Ghost: Ghost: …stop talking, sergeant. Y/N: Copy that, L.T! <3

-- Gaz: *laughing at something on his phone* Y/N: You have a great laugh. Gaz: Hm? Oh…really? Y/N: Mhm. It’s cute, comes from your chest. I’ve never heard you laugh in anyway that’s not genuine. Really fills the room with joy. Gaz: Dude, you’re gonna make me all soft with words like that. Y/N: All according to plan!

-- Soap: *rambling about something* Y/N: *listening intently* Soap: Then-…ah, I been talkin’ at you this whole time, eh? Should probably quiet down. Y/N: No no, I like your voice! Soap: Eh? Y/N: It’s super energetic and loud, and when you tell a joke or talk about something you love, it’s like you can hear your smile. It’s really fun to listen to. I like when you talk! Soap: *inhale* You’re gonna make me cry- Y/N: I have tissues!

-- König: *fidgeting* Y/N: *takes his hands* You have beautiful hands. König: Wh- Huh?? No they are not. Y/N: They are too! König: Nien, they’re rough and calloused, they break a lot of things… Y/N: They also pet stray cats, make the best coffee on base, and create crotchet works of art. They also mend wounds pretty well. Yeah they fire guns but that doesn’t make them less beautiful. König: *he’s actually crying* …Danke. Y/N: Don’t mention it!

-- Rudy: *rolling his shoulder* Y/N: Anyone ever tell you that you have great shoulders? Rudy: Hm? Oh uh…no, I don’t believe so. Y/N: Well you do! Rudy: Ah, gracias. When I was younger I wanted them to be broader, sometimes now I wish they were more narrow. Can never really be happy with’em, you know? Y/N: Well I think you should be. They’re strong! *gently pats his shoulders* They hold a lot of weight, metaphorically and physically. And even when they’re weighed down, you shoulder it and keep moving. You’re real good at that! I like your shoulders. Rudy, prepared to die for them: …gracias. Y/N: No problem! Now c’mon, the guys are waitin’ for us!

-- Y/N: You have good collarbones. Alejandro: What was that? Y/N: Sorry, I know that’s real specific, but I think your collarbones are pretty. It’s like…the rest of you is bulky and strong, rugged. Then you have these delicate bones. I’m probably being too poetic but it’s like a subtle nod to your gentler side, just, built into your body. Alejandro: …you have a lovely way with words, camarada. Y/N: Thank you! I appreciate that!!

[aakeysmash]

Roommate or boss?

Pairing: f!reader x Katsuki Bakugou.

Warnings: a lot of yapping. Male masturbation. A bit of violence from Katsuki’s part when a guy tries getting in your pants.

Word count: this part is 2.4k, added to the others (part 1, part 2, part 3) it’s 8.9k.

Next part: part 5

"It's too hot" you mewl while lying on your couch. “Step back, it’s my turn to be in front of the fan” you add, getting up and walking towards Katsuki.

“Fuck no, it’s been 3 minutes since you had a go at it. Go back to the hell hole you came from, pest” your roommate answers while throwing daggers at you.

You poke your finger in his exposed bicep. He doesn’t budge. Damn, this man is hard as a rock.

“Come onnnnn! This is the time when you should be a gentleman and let me cool down my beautiful face. Do you really want to be such a brute, Mr. Bakugou?” you bat your eyelashes seductively, trying to convince him.

Bakugou stares at you like your face is green and you’re a slimy frog that just came out of a pile of mud.

“I don’t fucking care. You’re a big girl and I ain’t no prince charming. Step the fuck back or I’m throwing you on that damn sofa. Wait your shitty turn” he says, flicking your forehead.

You whine some more, whisper “bitch” (it gets you another flick) and then turn back to lay on the floor. It’s colder than the couch, at least.

It’s summer, there’s 41°C outside, and your AC broke the other day. It’s so hot that you take out the ice from the freezer and it melts in 4 minutes (max). You happened to have one old crusty fan, that you and Bakugou take turns using. You have been surviving on iced coffee and iced lemonades. You feel like you’re slowly dying.

“You know, this is the only time I really wish my boss would call me in early. He might be a ghost, but he sure uses money for the AC” you blabber while staring at the ceiling, contemplating booking a trip to Alaska.

“What do you mean a ghost?” the blond asks. He’s been much more talkative in the last few months, maybe because seeing you being so domestic was doing something to him. In the last few days he really wants to be your friend, but not because he’s suddenly nice: he thinks he could bribe you to gift him the fan if he’s kinder and breaks your defenses. He’s even planning on asking you to go to a cafe nearby and offer you one of those sweet fuzzy iced drinks you like so much. He’s scheming.

“A ghost because I’ve never seen his face. Can you believe that? My colleague says he’s an asshole though, so maybe that’s for the better” you answer. You get on your elbows to see him better, then squint and frown, “I feel like you could be my boss, you know. Seeing as you’re an asshole too, making me die here on the floor like a common drug addict”.

Yeah, screw the fan. He was asking you out to kill you.

“I hope he fires you”.

“Fuck you”.

“Likewise”.

You throw yourself back on the floor. The movement makes your boobs giggle, and he catches himself staring at your white tank top. You didn’t wear a bra since it’s indeed still your house and it’s indeed still hot as hell.

Things have been going so much better between you two. You now bicker like you’re siblings, but you do also take walks together sometimes, mainly to get groceries, and talk about stuff. You even convinced him to watch Keeping up with the Kardashians with you, and even if he doesn’t want to admit it, he likes the drama more than you.

At work you have a new manager and she’s super nice. Her name is Mina, and you found out that she and Kirishima are engaged, even if they’re 22 like you. She’s a great worker, and you’ve gone out for drinks a couple of times with her and Momo. She’s been at the cafe for 2 months, but you feel so much better already. She throws you weird looks sometimes, like she knows something you don’t, but you pay it no mind.

The timer on your phone rings, and you jump up before throwing your whole body on Katsuki’s. He’s distracted and you get him off guard, managing to move him away. He notices your tits touching his arm.

“Hah! My turn!” you say triumphantly, positioning yourself in front of the fan. The cold air makes your nipples harden. He seems to not be able to look away.

“Awh, Katsuki, cat got your tongue? Don’t worry, baby, the floor is not that bad” you snicker.

He snaps out of his trance and looks at your smirk. Baby? Did you just call him baby?

Fuck, what is he doing? The heat is getting to him. He hastily turns around and starts walking.

“Fuck off, I’m getting in the shower. You can have your fucking fan until I get out” he grunts while almost running away. He needs to have a cold shower.

“We’ll see!” you smile devilishly at him, not having noticed how he’s furiously blushing while slamming the bathroom door.

Katsuki puts his back on the door and slides to the floor. He rubs his face before staring at the obvious tent his semi is causing in his shorts.

Have you always been so hot?

He gets out of his clothes and jumps in the shower, hoping this feeling will go away once the scorching temperature of his skin gets back to normal. But after a few minutes the icy water does nothing to quell his desire, his fully standing cock a statement to that.

He curses under his breath, then wraps one of his hands on his shaft. He feels so dirty doing this, and the fact you’re one door away makes him feel even more embarrassed.

“Let’s get this fucking over with, fuck” he says to himself, pumping his member slowly.

He imagines the way your hand would feel instead of his, or your big eyes staring up at him like you did before, just that in this case you were forcing yourself not to cry while choking on his cock. His hand would be in your hair instead of on his dick, pushing your mouth snugly against his pubes. Your mouth would be hotter than the sun outside and he'd give you a reason to sweat. If you pleaded hard enough he'd fuck you too. He’d really throw you on the sofa, ripping your damn white top and sucking on your nipples. Fuck, what if you pierced them? Your tits would look so good covered in his-

He cums, grunting. "Fuck, this is the most embarrassing shit I've ever had to do to cum" he adds, whispering to himself.

He makes sure to scrub the shower wall clean before putting on the pair of grey short sweatpants he was wearing before. He decides on not to put his black compression tee on, since it’s drenched in sweat.

He exits the bathroom and finds you lying on the couch with the fan blowing directly on your face. Your eyes are closed, and the peaceful expression you're wearing makes his dick throb again.

"Oi, wanna go out? We're short on ice" he finds himself saying.

You open one eye, but when you realize he's half naked you hastily close it and throw him the pillow you were resting your head on.

"When has this become a whore house?" you scream.

He rolls his eyes. "You're such a prude. It's not like you've never seen a man naked" he scoffs, while throwing the pillow back at you.

You open your eyes again and glare at him. You know you must be as red as a tomato.

He looks so good with his hair still dripping wet. You've known that he works out, but now that you see his torso this close and with so little covering his whole body, you find yourself feeling shy. There's a particular drop of water that cascades just in the middle of his pecs, and you follow it with your eyes until it reaches his belly button.

"Earth to y/n. I know I'm hot, but stop ogling and answer my fucking question" your roommate says smirking, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

You throw the same pillow you threw before right on his smiling face. "I'm coming if you're not gonna be naked!" you say, hastily going towards your room.

"But wouldn't you like it, baby?" he mocks the tone you've used with him just 30 minutes ago.

"Fuck you. I'll be there in 10" you respond, slamming your bedroom door, feeling hot and bothered.

It must be the summer.

You and Katsuki go to a store nearby to get ice.

“When is the landlord gonna repair the AC?” you ask, since he was the one to make the call.

“He said he’ll come next week, probably even the next one. Said he’s on vacay or some shit” he grunts from next to you.

“I can’t survive 2 weeks like this” you whine. “Oh, you know those noodles you did the other day? The spicy ones? Want to make them for dinner today?” you change the topic, looking up at him.

He spares you a glance before smirking and saying “you just said you’re dying, you sure you wanna eat spicy things?”.

“It doesn’t matter, that’s not the question” you say, pouting.

He smirks again. “Sure. Go and take the noodles, I’ll get the vegetables. Call me when you’re finished if you can’t come back here, I know you get lost like a dumbass”.

You slap his arm. “I do not! This place is just big, asshole”. Then you turn around and march straight towards… the wrong aisle. Katsuki shakes his head. You’ll find a way. You always do, somehow.

After 10 minutes you’re still not back and you still haven’t called, so he sighs and gets his phone out.

He missed your texts from 3 minutes ago.

Y/N: Help

Y/N: I feel like a guy is following me

Y/N: I’m next to some spicy sauces, I guess

Y/N: Mom come pick me up, I’m scared

He raises an eyebrow. You’re usually too prideful to text him when you don’t find the ingredients he tells you to search for, so this situation is weird. He tries to remember where the spicy sauces are, and goes for that aisle.

Meanwhile, you were right and a creepy guy was indeed following you. He’s slim, not that tall and looks like a predator. For the past couple of minutes he’s obviously been trying to get in your pants, and you don’t know how to remove yourself from the situation.

“Come on, just give me your number. You got a boyfriend? Is this why you’re being so… spicy?” he says with a low tone of voice, walking towards you and effectively blocking you from the eyes of the people who are walking down your aisle. From outside, he just seems like he’s talking to you.

“I said I’m not interested” you repeat for what feels like the 10th time. Then you decide to lie: “and yes, I do have a boyfriend. He gets crazy when he’s jealous, I wouldn’t want to anger him if I were you”. You hope you sound confident enough.

“Awh he doesn’t have to now, baby girl. It can be our dirty little secret… I love spicy little things like you” he says seductively, touching your arm and licking his lips.

You’re just about to raise your elbow high enough to break his nose when you feel a familiar voice behind you.

“Step the fuck back before I break your fucking hand” Katsuki says to the man in front of you.

You snap your gaze to his eyes, but he’s looking at the guy with a murderous intent.

The slimy guy in front of you doesn’t let go, in fact he just strengthens the hold he has on your arm and you wince. Katsuki notices this.

The guy is definitely intimidated, but still manages to say “mind your business bro, we’re together, this is my bitch-“. But before he can finish the sentence he finds himself crashing on the sauces of the aisle.

“I said step the fuck back. I don’t like to repeat myself. Don’t ever call my girlfriend your bitch again, or next time I’m breaking your damn nose“ your roommate says while putting a hand on your small back.

He then looks down at you, and while he’s looking deep into your eyes, tells you “you good, baby?”.

You nod. You feel your knees shaking, but not because of the guy who’s currently on the floor.

Which, by the way, is now scoffing and declaring “oh so this is your crazy boyfriend? Nobody likes good guys anymore, huh”. He then stands up, adding “you were never pretty enough for me, anyway”.

Katsuki looks at him and suddenly he laughs. “You’re a pathetic ass bitch if you really believe someone like you could ever be near someone like her. You’re not a good guy, you’re an awful piece of shit who only tries to get his dick wet by forcing girls to have sex with him, and you’re obviously failing at that too. Go back to your room and rub one out on some shitty porn like you always do, fucker” he spits out. “You have 5 seconds to get out of my fucking face”.

The asshole thinks he’s joking, so he doesn’t move from his spot, but Katsuki is obviously not playing. He looks super scary, and he’s towering over the pathetic boy.

Katsuki is losing his patience. “5, 4, 3…”.

The guy gets that he’s serious and flees the scene, running with his tail between his legs.

Your roommate takes a big breath before mumbling “I hate people”. You snicker, before looking up at him. “Thank you, you know” you say smiling.

Your gratefulness blinds him, or maybe it’s just that you’re that pretty.

“You’re welcome”.

He doesn’t remove his hand from your back for the rest of your walk, and it feels so natural to be so close to him that you don’t say anything.

A/N: If you want to be put in the taglist make sure your age is visible on your blog first, and then tell me so in the comments <3

[ihrthoney]

if anyone could’ve saved me (pt. 1)

pairing: manila!mikey x f!reader

warnings: angst, no comfort :)

word count: 600

an: i could’ve fixed him 😔☝️ (i kinda don’t like how this turned out lol)

The night was quiet, usually, he would bask in the silence. The warmth of your body keeps him steady, and your chest slowly moves up and down, reminding him that you’re alive.

He slowly pulls his phone out and takes a picture of you. It's so peaceful and so vulnerable… Mikey wants to keep this moment with him forever. If he could, he would spend the rest of eternity here.

There’s nothing he wants more than to be by your side, alas, the present does not allow him to be happy. Not with the grave sins he’s committed.

Everyone that he has ever loved and cared for is dead; by his hands. Mikey knows he doesn't deserve this, you don’t deserve this.

You deserve to be happy and to live a long life without worries. He wishes he could be a third of the man you deserve but this body of his is too tainted. Mikey knows what he has to do, if he doesn’t do it now, he knows he’ll regret it.

Against his will, the raven-haired man slips out of bed as quietly as he can. A warm hand caresses your face for the last time, he presses a kiss to your forehead and walks out of your life.

He couldn’t kill you. He just couldn’t. The intimacy he shared with you created a love like no other. His hands were far from clean and he’d be damned if he got your blood on his skin.

Mikey promised to protect you, and if leaving you protected you from himself, then he would do it. Not a single soul knew of you, only the spirits of those he loved.

Not even Izana knew of you, he had lied and said he had killed you to keep you from harm's way. Which leads Mikey to his next destination,

Manila.

-

Currently, Mikey is in the abandoned building where Shinichrio found the old motorcycle parts. What a place to die, he thought.

Despite how he turned out, you never left him. It didn’t matter how many times he asked you why nor did you care when he begged you to live a happier life.

“A universe where I am happy without you does not exist.” You had sweetly said, he cried in your arms that day.

His heart aches at the thought of you waking up to an empty bed, searching for him only to find a letter. He hopes you take his advice and flee the country… if only he could’ve traveled the world with you.

Mikey’s thoughts are interrupted by the sight of Takemichi.

He asks- no begs, Takemichi to kill him. There was no way he would do it in a place where you could find him. What better place than this, where his brother found treasure, he could be the bones on top.

Of course, Takemitchy couldn’t pull the trigger. Mikey had hoped threatening him would’ve been enough but a tough son of a bitch Takemitchy was. Naoto, thankfully, shot him.

The pain in his head couldn’t compare to the hurt in his heart. He wishes he could’ve seen you one more time. As Takemichi begs Mikey to stay alive, he thinks of your smile.

Your smile was so kind, so bright and full. After Shinichiro, Mikey lost everyone, his life was nothing but suffering. Although, you were the thread of string that kept him together.

Takemichi’s hand feels so warm, his vision starts to blur, and he can’t feel his body anymore. It’s the middle of the day, the sky is clear and the air is warm, but as he exhales for the last time,

Mikey imagines he’s lying next to you and hopes when he opens his eyes, he’ll see you peacefully sleeping in his arms.

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[creadigol]

I loved prompt six!!! I would love for you to do a part 2 if you felt up to it ! <33

Hey y'all! I finally am able to answer this after a couple months of long, difficult grad school work.

Here is part 2 to Prompt 6 ! Thank you so much for the request! I hope y'all like it!

Warning: Lots of blood in this one. Sorry, it just kinda turned out that way.

“And here I thought you didn’t need me anymore.” 

Villain forcibly pushed Spy onto the plush couch of their extravagant stateroom. Spy gasped and clutched their bleeding side as the pain shot through their entire body like an electric jolt. 

“Let me guess…the Congressman right? Hero’s been after him for years…” Villain turned and opened the complimentary liquor cabinet. They reached for a very expensive looking scotch. 

“None of your business,” Spy ground out. They tried to straighten up, but found they could only manage half way. They cast a quick glance at the recently closed door…what were the chances they could make a run for it and Villain not catch them? Probably nonexistent in their current state. 

Villain turned, slowly swishing the amber liquid around in a crystal glass. 

“I make it my business when the one person on this ship who could ‘out’ me is bleeding out in the hallway for all to see.”

Spy squinted as more pain flared through them, “You could have brought me back to my room. Don’t pretend you don’t know where it is.” 

Villain barked a laugh, “And miss a little catch-up with my favorite former employee? I think not.” 

Blood was flowing freely from Spy’s side. They shook and hunched over even more in weakness and pain. 

“You just want to see me bleed out,” Spy gasped. 

Villain shrugged, watching them closely, “Perhaps.”

Spy broke eye contact as they squeezed their eyes shut. A shudder ran through them. 

“I can’t say I don’t find this rather enjoyable, after everything…” Spy felt the couch dip next to them as Villain spoke. A hand clasped the back of their neck in a gesture that would have been endearing if not for the pressure.

Villain continued, “Karma’s certainly a bitch. As much as I wish I did this to you, I guess I’ll just have to settle for enjoying the show.”

Spy forced their eyes open and glared at Villain, “So you’re just going to watch me die?”

Villain swirled the glass, not taking a drink and not breaking eye contact, “That’s the plan, yes.” 

Spy huffed, they attempted to hold back tears as they started accepting that this was the end. “That’s gratitude for you…should have known you’d be an asshole till the end. You could at least shut up and let me die in silence.” 

“Gratitude?” Villain scoffed. “Gratitude for what? Betraying me? Hurting me? Letting Hero get a hold of Secretary? This is a blessing compared to what I want to do to you.”

Spy froze…Betrayal? Secretary?...Forcing themselves up a little more, they ground out through the blood, sweat and tears littering their body, “Betray you? You tried to have me killed!”

Villain leaned in close and matched Spy’s intense tone, “Of course I did. You took Secretary from me. I only wish I could take everything from you.” They reached forward with the hand not holding the glass and grasped Spy’s bleeding side. 

Spy screamed as Villain dug their fingers in. Villain held them up by their arm around Spy’s shoulders. Somehow that damned glass still did not spill a drop, despite Spy’s writhings. 

“Perhaps I’ll send whoever did this a thank you card. I’ll write it in your blood. That’ll be a nice touch, don’t you think?”

Spy couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down their face. Villain clenched their fingers and Spy choked on their own scream. 

“I…I…never…” They stuttered. 

Villain sneered, “Never what? I find it hard to believe you haven’t done just about everything in your life.” 

Villain pulled them closer and tugged the wound open even more. 

“I never…betrayed you…don’t know…” Spy gurgled on something in their throat, “don’t know…what happened to Secretary?” 

Villain stilled, “What are you talking about?” 

Spy felt their eyes close in their haze of pain. Villain shook them harshly and their eyes popped open. 

“What are you saying Spy?!” They snapped. 

Spy opened and closed their mouth a couple of times before the words came out. “What happened to Secretary? I thought they were still with you.” 

Villain struck like a snake. Their hand left Spy’s wound and grabbed Spy’s collar, holding them nose to nose. “Don’t play dumb Spy.”

Spy couldn’t be sure through their incoming delirium, but did Villain sound unsure?

“I’m…not..” 

Villain’s hands started to shake. Spy could hear the clinking of ice in the glass. 

“What happened on the night of February 15th, three years ago?” Villain whispered. 

Spy shook their head. Villain shook them. 

“What happened?!” 

“I…You…” Spy licked their lips. “I arrived back from the Gerard case…Just came in from London…got to my apartment…Henchman was there…tried to kill me…Kept apologizing…said it was orders from you…I got away…never looked back.” 

Villain shoved Spy back, though their hand did not leave Spy’s collar. “The Gerard case was over two weeks before…you were supposed to be back before then.” 

“Not the banking side of things,” Spy tried to focus on Villain's face, but all the colors of the room made them dizzy. “I sent a message…said I was going to be late…loose ends…”

Villain let go of Spy’s shirt. Spy fell limply back on the couch. 

“You…no. You’re lying. It has to be you!” Villain sounded close to panicking. 

The spinning colors were quickly becoming gray. “Lying?” Spy chuckled wetly, “Why would I lie? I’m dying.” 

Spy heard a bang as Villain backed into the coffee table. There was silence for a moment. Spy could hear their racing pulse in their ears. 

“Who did you talk to?” Villain whispered. 

“Who…what?” Seriously, why couldn’t Villain just leave them alone? 

“Who did you give the message to that you were going to be late from the Gerard case?” Why was Villain speaking with such urgency? In the back of their mind, Spy knew this was important…but they couldn’t seem to care anymore. The colors were almost gone now. 

“Was…so long ago…” Spy croaked. 

“I know, but I need you to remember. Now Name!” 

Perhaps it was Villain saying their real name that did it, but Spy instantly remembered that night. The call, two weeks of dealing with corrupt bankers, then the night their closest friend tried to kill them. Their friend apologizing over and over. All done at Villain’s orders. 

“Second…” They whispered. Yes, that was it. They had called Villain's office number and Second-In-Command had answered. They hadn’t thought anything of it at the time. 

“Second?” Villain asked. “Are you sure?”

Spy weakly nodded, but they were sure it looked more lopsided than it should. “Answered your office…said they’d give the message.” 

Spy closed their eyes. That’s it. They answered the question, now they can rest right? Wait…weren’t they dying? Spy wasn’t sure anymore. 

They heard the sound of pouring liquid, then Spy’s whole body convulsed as they felt what seemed like the fires of Hell on their side. They screamed and jerked, Villain caught them in a firm hold. 

“You don’t get to die just yet.” Villain put pressure on Spy’s side, “I’m…I’m so sorry…dear god…what have I done? Stay with me Name. I’ll heal you up I promise…God, I’m so sorry!” 

The last thing Spy heard was Villain’s sobs and their phone ringing from their bloody pocket. 

It was Hero’s ringtone. 

[yunhofications]

rock with you - j.yh

pairings: dom!yunho x switch!fem reader

chapters: 1/2

synopsis: yunho’s a rockstar and doesn’t care about anyone but himself, at all. he loves the attention he recieves, but the only attention that really matters to him is from the girl who can’t seem to stand him at all. well, thats what she tells herself anyway.

warnings/tags: yunho’s kind of a dick, but not really, size kink, dumbification, choking, man handling, biting/marking, praise. hes quite a mean n rough dom, fingering, cheating implied (not by yunho), pet names, drinking. no actual sex in this part

word count: 3.7k

authors note: hi! this is my first ever suggestive fic, i originally was only going to do one part but im going to do two now, if this chapter does well :] i hope you all like it, im new at writing these things!

it was a Sunday night, 9:54 pm to be exact. The bar wasn’t crazy busy considering most people had work the next day and normal individuals wouldn’t spend their free night before work drinking their sorrows away in a lousy run down bar. Not that it phased you in the slightest, you brushed off the judgmental stares and glares from the bartender since you were probably on your 20th shot and you had the tiniest little body. Who the fuck is fitting in that much alcohol without getting drunk? Well, you were pretty tipsy and your eyes were slowly giving out, as well as your entire body, about to hit your head against the wooden bar counter before a hand slips in and stops you from getting a concussion.

You don’t give it much thought, perhaps it was just the bartender, or some random stranger who was afraid you’d die or something from slamming your head down. But it wasn’t. Oh how you wished you were dreaming, and that your mind was playing a little trick on you from all the emotions and all the god damn alcohol that was running through your veins. Then the voice spoke. It felt like nails on a chalkboard, you hated it. “Y/N.” You could hear how smug the voice was, you could hear the smirk on their lips. Fuck.

“Go to hell Yunho.” Your words being just a big fat mumble, moving his hand away and allowing your head to rest against the hard wood counter. Yunho, Jeong Yunho. Many people adored the man, which you never understood why. He was a dick with a terrible attitude and didn’t give a shit about anyone but himself, the nerve of him even coming near you made you wanna snap. Though, you had no energy to do that. You could still feel him next to you, his perfume was strong, and you’d only ever recognised that scent on him, no one else.

“Are you ever gonna stop being a little bitch Y/N? I just saved you from getting a concussion. You should be thanking me.” A scoff left his mouth. It was true though, Yunho didn’t care about anyone else but himself, he adored the attention from others, women. It was all he got, he was a rockstar afterall, who wouldn’t love the attention? Afterall, thousands of women screaming his name as his fingers played away at his guitar, what a life to live. However, as much as he adored all those women, one woman in particular was all he truly desired, to hear her scream his name, only for him to hear, for her to be a mess on his cock, a mixture of his and her cum dripping from her bare cunt. That woman was Y/N, and she couldn’t stand the sight of him.

“I didn’t ask you to, now go away. I don’t need you ro add to my problems right now.” You managed to lift your head and turn to face the dark haired man sitting beside you. It bothered you that he was attractive and that perhaps in another life you’d given him a chance, and maybe if he didn’t have a stick up his own ass and acted like the world revolved around him.

“Problems? Like what? Your only problem is you being an annoying little dog.” Okay, to an extent Yunho could see why you didn’t like him at all, considering all he did was rip into you and just make matters worse rather than at least try and be there for you. All your hatred and dislike for Yunho began just as he started to gain attention, because from the slightest attention his ego grew massive and it bothered you. The two of you had a little history, meeting one another through acquaintances and he was actually really cute, and you were attracted to him in more than one way. That was no longer the case. Now five years have passed and his attitude and ego was unbearable.

“Do you ever fucking shut up? Fuck off, Yunho. Seriously.”

“No.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t want to.”

All you could do was give him the biggest eye roll, you barely had any energy left to argue with this idiot in front of you, whining at how frustrated you were with him. “My boyfriend— ex, boyfriend. Cheated on me, so I beg you to leave me alone and let me drink in peace.” You had no intention on telling him that, but you prayed that he’d leave you alone and go home or fuck a girl or do whatever it is that he did. Instead he remained right there, pulling something out of his pocket. A ticket, a ticket to his upcoming show. He was absolutely unbelievable.

“You’re kidding me, right? Do you just carry those with you everywhere? I'm not going, I don’t like your music.” Which was a lie. You listened to his songs whilst getting ready, in the car, when laying in bed.

“Just come will you? And fuck your ex, hes a fucking idiot to let someone like you go, the prettiest woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” Yunho meant his words, and he definitely wanted you to attend his show, simply because you’ve never been to one before, and he desperately wanted to show himself off to you in another light. He had to hide the little smile which appeared on his face when you mentioned your ex cheated, he was out of the picture now which meant Yunho had a chance to win you over, and he was determined to.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said your heart didn’t flutter a little when Yunho complimented you. It didn’t mean anything to you, well, you thought it didn’t. You chewed your bottom lip as you snatched the ticket and shoved it in your purse, perhaps it would be good to go, what else were you doing? Moping around that you got cheated on? Ridiculous.

“Whatever.. I’m going now.” Oh but getting up by yourself was a terrible idea, you slid off the barstool and stumbled as soon as you hit the ground, squinting as if it were to make a difference to your vision, but it didn’t. Suddenly you feel some long arms wrap around you tightly to hold you in place, you knew exactly who it belonged to as two large hands gripped the side of your arms. You were in no position to argue or say no, since you were pretty sure you’d black out soon enough, which you did.

The next thing you knew, it was the next morning, your head was ringing and you were in bed, at home.

Huh.

A week had passed since your drunken incident, you barely remembered it and still couldn’t put your finger on how you ended up at home in bed, surrounded by your pastel walls. Well, no point dwelling on it now. You were currently sitting upon your white little wooden vanity, gripping onto a curling iron and letting your hair fall as you let go. It was the day of Yunho’s show and you decided to go, why? Who knows. You didn’t even remember how you got around to getting the ticket, and why it happened to be in your purse. it was such a blur to you. A white lace dress with little pink bows at the shoulders was upon your body, the same dress you wore the night you two met for the first time. It wasn’t intentional, not by any means and that memory had slipped your mind. You thought it looked rejected sitting in the back of your closet, so why not wear it? You’d never wear anything to purposefully grab his attention anyway.

“Shit.” It was 5:30, which meant you were running a little later than originally planned— why does it matter though? He probably won’t even notice that you're there.

Dashing around your apartment you grabbed your ink coloured clutch bag which contained the ticket and a few other essentials of yours before grabbing your keys and checking yourself in the mirror by your door before going out to your car. Your phone automatically connected to the bluetooth system in your car and at that moment your phone began to ring, it was Wooyoung. The two of you had been friends since you were in diapers, literally. It was because of Wooyoung, that you met Yunho, unfortunately. What an idiot.Foot on the gas pedal and you were off, pressing the answer button upon the steering wheel.

“Hey Woo, I'm driving right now. What's up?”

“Where are you going? I wanna go out for food, meet me?”

“Ah.. about that, I’m actually going to Yunho’s show..” You’d wondered if he even heard you, because it went silent and you spoke quietly when saying that sentence. But he did hear you, loud and clear.

“YUNHO? I thought you hated him! Why are you going?! Tell me!” The male's voice was extremely loud, almost bursting your eardrums. You hated cutting him off— not true. But right now you didn’t have time to explain, you were practically speeding your way to the venue.

“I’ll tell you later, okay? I promise you. I gotta go.” Just like that, the line disconnected with the click of a button.

Arriving at the venue, you were faced with the largest queue you'd seen by far, sprawling out into the parking lot. The sight was a complete eyesore, however you were certain Yunho absolutely loved the sight.

Lucky for you, Yunho was kind enough to give you priority access tickets, so you could skip the queue. A good thing of course, being around all those fan girl’s would possibly lead you to have an aneurysm. And thankfully, they were seated tickets as you hated standing up and being surrounded by sweaty people, especially sweaty teenage girls and possibly grown women who’d just be screaming for Yunho. Your seat happened to be a balcony seat, and you were the only one there.

Yunho knew what he was doing, he would be able to see you perfectly from there, that's if you actually decided to come. He was nervous, so nervous in fact to go on stage and then be faced with the disappointment of you not being there. The man was infatuated by you and sometimes he really hated it, why you? Why did it have to be you? Either way, time was ticking and it was time to head to the stage. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Ever since he took you home last week, you were the only thing in his mind, day and night you flooded his brain, thoughts of you being fucked, the thoughts of you simply belonging to him. It was driving him insane.

The lights dimmed within the venue, and colors of red and white flashed on the stage, indicating that he was about to come out. For some reason that caused you to feel sick, a pit in your stomach. Why am I even here? I don’t even like him. Yet here you were, in a seat assigned especially for you. Not that you knew that, you had no idea how this ticket got into your possession in the first place.

A loud bang made the floor shake beneath you, startling you for sure. White and red confetti filled the room as Yunho was now on stage, seems as though he was standing on a lifting stage. You began to chew on your bottom lip anxiously, the crowd went wild as began with his first song. Whatever, he’s still an asshole.

Yunho’s ego was always boosted immensely as soon as he appeared on stage, hundreds of people screaming his name, posters and banners just for him. Absolutely perfect. But what was even more incredible, was the girl who appeared to hate him so much, was standing in the balcony he left just for you. The smirk which was painted on his lips was very evident as he pretty much groped the mic whilst his gaze met yours, he didn’t maintain it for long, but long enough to irritate her for sure. Honestly he didn’t expect you to come, especially because you were pretty drunk the night he gave you that ticket. Nevertheless, he was absolutely smitten. He’d watch how you’d rip your eyes from him every time your eyes met, he was absolutely loving this.

The cold breeze brushed against your face as you exited the venue, you were surprised with how you were able to stay the entire time, though there were many instances you wanted to storm out everytime you noticed the smug look on his face. You seriously couldn’t stand the man, but why was your heart fluttering if you hated him? Maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought you did.

You watched as fans walked out of the venue, some with tears running down their faces and sobbing about how much they loved Yunho, which could only get an eye roll and scoff out of you, how ridiculous. You took some time before deciding to walk back to your car, enjoying the breeze and feeling of the night. You happened to park quite far, and the area was deserted pretty much. You were about to enter your car, when you froze.

“Y/n.” A voice called out to you, the same voice you had been hearing for the last three hours. Jeong Yunho. Did he follow you?

“Hi jackass.” You turned around to face him, his body a lot closer to yours than you expected it to be. Crossing your arms across your chest, you tilted your head at him.

“Thanks for coming, didn’t expect you to.” The man was going to attempt to have a decent and human conversation with you, however In that moment, Yunho realized what you were wearing, the expression upon his face was different from his usual smug look. It was desire, absolute filthy desire. Yunho became enamored by you that day you two met, and here you were, wearing the cute little dress which made him obsessed with you forever. Did you know? You did this on purpose, surely.

“Are you trying to just make me fucking crazy? you know what you're doing don’t you?” His body was inching closer to yours, making you press your back against your car door.

“What on earth are you talking about?” You were clueless, but you could feel your cheeks heat up as he got closer, gripping onto the bottom of your dress tightly. If you hated him so much, why the fuck were your panties getting soaked?

“That dress.. fuck y/n are you really that fucking dumb?”

“What d— oh crap.” How didn’t you realize? You were dumb, so fucking dumb. “So what? It doesn’t mean anything.” Your heart was fucking racing, it definitely did mean something. How did you forget? He didn’t. He never forgot anything.

“It does to me, ever since I saw you in this dress that showed just enough for me to imagine you under me, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Did you know that? You didn’t, because you’re a dumb little bitch.” Yunho didn’t intend on insulting you, but he knew she wasn’t bothered by that, a smirk painted his lips as he noticed your change in demeanor, your cheeks flushed pink, legs squeezing together.

“Yunho fuck y—“ But before you could continue, his large hand came to cup your jaw from underneath, whimpering under his touch. Who knew this asshole could turn you into a dumb slut just like that? Leaning into your ear, his hot breath made your body shudder.

“Shut up, shut the fuck up.” A growl from him before his lips crashed against yours ever so harshly, his tongue swiping your bottom lip, muffling the moans which threatened to escape your lips. Usually your first instinct would be to push him away but this time you couldn’t. His hands moved to grip onto your hips tightly as he pressed himself against you. You could feel how hard he already was just against you, making you soak your panties within just a couple minutes. You were out in the open, no one was around but the rush of knowing anyone could see you any second only made you more heated, your arms finally deciding to move and wrap around Yunho’s neck.

Yunho pulled away, dragging your bottom lip with him, biting on it as one of his hands slipped, letting it slide to your white lace panties, your cheeks turning scarlet red as you realized how soaked they really were, whimpering as he pushed them to the side. Fuck, a little touch was enough to send you to the sky.

“You always act like you hate me yet look at you, wet as shit like a dumb slut. My little baby.” He hissed, his tone a little mocking as two of his slender fingers entered your wet, sloppy, cunt. causing you to throw your head back against your car. He hadn’t even started yet. His fingers sliding in easily due to your arousal, pumping them in and out of you, abusing your tiny little cunt just as he always wanted. Your core was practically burning from the sensation of his fingers, they were pistoning inside you.

“Y-Yun..” You moaned out stupidly, he was only fucking you with his fingers and you could barely talk coherently. How pathetic? Yunho loved it though, he was waiting for this day for so long, to have your head so cloudy to the point you could only mumble his name, to be a mess on his fingers. A dream. Oh how beautiful you looked, your eyes rolling back, pressed against your car under the moonlight. Yunho’s brow cocked, tilting his head slightly and sinking his lips onto your neck, sucking and nibbling against your delicate porcelain skin, painting your skin purple, his tongue swiping his artwork once he was finished.

Yunho decided to insert another finger, watching you squirm was a delight to his eyes. The tent in his pants threatened to push past the fabric, perhaps even some precum already at the tip. He was desperate to fuck you, but he wanted to do it properly, and prep you of course before he took you home and absolutely destroyed you. Besides, the thrill of someone spotting him finger you senseless in the parking lot was a rush, especially to his hardening cock.

The sloppy and wet sounds coming from his fingers in your cunt was beautiful, filling the air. However as soon as he felt you tighten around his fingers he pulled them out, stuffing his fingers in his mouth to suck them clean, taking in your sweet taste. “You taste incredible whore. Though.. you think I'm gonna let you cum? The only time you get to do that is on my cock.” Once again, his mocking tone irritated you and you were beyond pissed that you were denied your orgasm. The man was edging you and you hated it, squeezing your thighs together.

“Fuck you Yunho.” You spat, huffing and crossing your arms across your chest. Yunho simply laughed in amusement at your reaction. “So are you gonna fuck me or what?” The sheer annoyance in your voice only made his cock twitch, he absolutely was infatuated by you, he loved your bitchyness.

“Im not done with you just yet, get in the backseat.” Happily you obliged, thinking he was going to slide his cock into you, you hobbled around into the back and laid down, he came in after you, closing the door and pressing himself down. Yunho teasingly grinded his hips against you so you could feel him, and fuck was he hard, you whined under him, groaning when he moved to slide your dress up and slide down your panties completely, shoving them in his pocket. Gotta keep a souvenir right? “Let me get another taste of you.”

You couldn't help but grumble, he was having so much fun and all you wanted was to be fucked into next week. But of course with Yunho that wasn't possible whatsoever. The man shuffled back and sunk his head down to meet your cunt, the sweet smell of your arousal allowed a soft moan to escape his lips before his tongue swept along your soaked folds, his hands gripping onto her skin, as his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked away, looking up to see her face scrunched up, her back ever so slightly arched. Yunho couldn’t get enough of her taste.

Your fingers ran through his hair, tugging on it as he sucked your clit softly, the moans parting from your mouth getting increasingly louder as he continued to swipe his tongue. You were well aware he’d deny another orgasam of yours, it wasn’t fair. The sensation was so different to what you'd experienced before from other partners. Yunho was definitely skilled. It only made you more eager to see how well he’d fuck you. The situation was quite bizarre. A week ago, you wouldnt of thought that you’d be lying in the backseat of your car having Yunho eat out your pussy.

Just like you predicted though, Yunho stopped as soon as you were close once again, being denied your second orgasm. “I fucking hate you.” You groaned, kicking his chest with your foot slightly as he scoffed.

“If you hated me so much, I wouldn’t be tasting you.”

“Fuck you.”

“You will sweetheart, just patience. Now, lets go home okay? I'm sure youre dying to cum.”

Yunho laughed as he left the back of the car and entered the front, he was in the drivers seat.

“Well? Come on. You can give me head as we drive.”

All you could do was roll your eyes as you shifted to the front seat, climbing your way forward and glared at him. “Im not doing it.”

“That's alright, my cock will be filling you up soon anyway.”

To be continued.

[kiwiraccoon]

Never Again

Gang member Mingi x reader

Word Count: 1335

Summary: you and Mingi fight, and when you run away an opposing gang member catches you in the alley way on your way out and tries to force drugs down your throat. Mingi, on his way to get you back, sees and loses his shit but calms only once you say his name.

Notes: MDNI, cursing, angst, fluff, drugs forced, attempted kidnapping, gang violence, gang related topics

“That’s it!” He yells throwing his phone down to the couch beside him trying to release some anger without breaking anything. A habit I helped him break.

“Oh that’s it? Alright fine.” In the heat of the moment I gather just my phone jacket and keys and start to walk out the door hoping he might say anything to stop me.

“Fine.” He says with the anger shaking his voice. If I were anyone else he would have said more and if this were a drug deal he would have either beat them to a pulp or used that brand new gun I got him and ended it before it got worse.

Instead of saying anything more I leave our apartment, his apartment and head straight for the elevator. In my fit of anger I can’t even comprehend the time. It’s dark out that’s all I know, and being in a relationship with a gang member I should know to never go out alone at night, but my clouded judgement does nothing but push me further out the glass doors.

The empty streets do nothing to clear my mind, and the damp air does little to help my breathing calm. “So fucking stupid!” I curse under my breath kicking a pebble with my heeled foot. “All of this over a damn drug deal that they don’t have enough information on! That’s it! God forbid I fucking care. My bad I didn’t know I shouldn’t fucking worry that the love of my life could die. Oops. Fucking ridiculous.”

My whispers to myself add to the silence of the night around me. That is until I get pulled into an alley way not far from the apartment, “what the fuck!?”

“Shut up!” A gruff voice says from behind me pulling me in close to their chest and holding me so tight my lungs struggle. He slams me against the brick wall and pins me against it. His face is covered by a mask but his eyes I can see. This black that makes my skin crawl.

“Who the fu-“

“Shut the fuck up!” He says again with so much anger that I think he’s the one who just had a break up argument. Instead of covering my mouth he grabs something from his pocket and through my hazy vision I can just make out that it’s small and held between his fingers. He raises it to my mouth and tries to shove it in but I do that best I can and bite his fingers hard.

He curses and drops the pill to look at his fingers to see blood. “You bitch.” I go to say something but in a second he is thrown off of me and air is brought back into my lungs. My vision is so blurry from tears and anxiety that I can’t see what is going on and I’m so afraid that my hearing has gone silent. 

I slide down the wall and just let sob wreck through my body. I let out all my anger and fear and say the one name I wish could save me now “Mingi.” I continue sobbing into my hands whispering his name and saying my apologies for walking away.

Someone tries to pull my hands away and I freak out thinking the man won and came back to drug me again. “Baby I’m here. I’m here. It’s me baby. I’m here for you. Come here.” His strong arms pull me into him and instantly know who it is. He waists no time in picking me up and carrying me away to what I hope is back him.

He continues to whisper sweet nothings to me and hold me close occasionally rubbing my back while his other arm holds me up by my thigh. I cling on to him as if my life depends on it and refuse to open my eyes and face reality. 

“We’re home baby.” He whispers and slightly let’s go to see if I will drop from his hold but I hold on tighter. “I’ve got you baby.” He holds on tight again and carries me to what I assume is our bedroom until I hear the sound of the shower. “Come on let’s get these off.”

I finally let him set me down on the counter but I keep my eyes closed shut, I don’t want to open them and find out all of this was just a drug induced dream. As soon as my clothes are off he picks me back up and I feel that he is still fully clothed. Under the water I realize this is reality and open my eyes to see the shower wall and let out a sigh of relief. “I got you baby. I won’t let you go.”

“Your clothes.” I say and notice my voice is weak from all the emotional distress.

“It’s okay. I’m going to set you down okay?”

“Okay.” He sets me down and turns me to face away from him. Mingi washes me hair with care and makes sure to massage my head just the way I like that calms me down. He takes some time to place kisses on my head and shoulders telling me he loves me and that he’s here.

“Mingi?”

“Yes baby?” He asks finishing washing out the conditioner from my hair.

“I’m so sorry.” I say and turn around the hug him tightly around his waist. He doesn’t hug back at first from the shock of my words.

“What?” He pulls me away to look in my eyes and push any stray hairs away from my face. “Baby you have nothing, absolutely nothing to be sorry about.”

“But I-“

“No. I don’t care what you think in that beautiful head of yours, you did nothing to be sorry about. That motherfucker took advantage of you and tried to fucking drug you. And I was so worried about my pride and ego that I was pushing you away and it led to this. If anything I’m sorry, but he should be the most sorry. He should rot in hell. He would be there if you didn’t say my name. I was seeing red.” He pulls me back into him and hugs me tightly. “I’m so sorry baby. Let’s get you dried off and in bed, okay?”

I let my tears fall as I nod and let him pull me out of the shower to wrap a towel around me. He sets me down on the counter again and leaves for a few minutes to change his clothes and grab some for me. He comes back in a large black t-shirt and sweat pants and dresses me in my favorite hoodie of his along with underwear. He brushes my hair just the way I like and wipes my face clean with my products. After he’s down he moves us to the bed and cuddles me close.

“It’s not your fault.” I say into the darkness still clinging on to him and nuzzling into his chest.

“Yes it is. If I did-“

“No Mingi. It’s not anyone’s fault. Couples fight, we fought. But neither of us knew what would happen so it’s not our fault. Please don’t blame yourself. Please.” I beg and sit up to face him. In the darkness I can just make him out and can see that he is looking at my every move.

“Fine but never again. We won’t fight again, we won’t walk away again, and this won’t happen ever again. No one will ever touch my baby ever again. I will protect you with my life at all costs, okay?”

“Me too baby.” I say and stick out my pinky finger, “promise?”

“Pinky promise.” We lock fingers and then he pulls me into a kiss, on that has my using his chest to hold my self up and his hand in my damp hair holding me close.

“I love you Mingi.”

“I love you more than you will ever know.”

[violetpurpleviolet]

Supernatural , Season 7 , Episode 1

Meet The New Boss

Is Cas possessed? I wish he is.

And Sam. Sam is hurt. Because of Cas.What the fuck happened to Cas. He massacred angels. This seems kinda irredeemable.

Baby is totaled again, :(

Is this Cas’s version of a mental breakdown?

Why is Sam suddenly surprisingly okay? This is very suspicious.

hahah Cas in the church was a bit funny okay? I love thay he took down the pastor. Also who is whispering to Cas? The real god?

Sam has PTSD.

“He was young and sexy” - Random lady about the new god.

Cas’s body is giving up on him? He needs a new vessel?

*points at Sam* “You giraffe” - Crowley

Yes, why does Sam keep becoming bigger? I mean taller.

What they want to bind Death? Loony bins? I guess they always do loony shit. Why am I even shocked.

Oh my Cas (haha) wtf?? are the souls trying to escaped form inside Cas. That was some creepy looking shit even for spn.

“Because, we said so and we’re the boss of you. I mean.. respectfully”

“You can’t kill us , Death is our bitch” - Dean

Them being scared of Death like he’s a strict teacher. Death can make an eclipse? Why does he forgive them so often? But if they bind him again , they die. Hm.. He has taken them quite a few times already. He must be fed up.

Aw. It’s like an opposite to that episode in season 6 , where Dean was telling Bobby and Sam that Cas would never do that. And now it’s Sam who keeps saying that the original Cas is in there somewhere.

Aw , Cas tired to make amends. What the fuck? Lucifer. Oh Hallucinations. They give us these damn jump scares evey first episode of a season or what? Didn’t they give us a jump scare of yellow eyes.

Oh waah convincing Sam thay hed still in the cage is damn cool hallucination. It’s basically gaslighting pro max. Love it, Hate it for Sammy.

Are they going to push Cas also into purgatory? Oh I think so, or not, he’s still here? Oh he’s gone , just his body. Oh he’s back. Yay.

Woah woah woah Leviathans. Also whoa Misha is a good actor.

[zabala0z]

Welcome back to “new fan listens to S3 and OH MY GOD THEY NAME DROPPED THE ENTITIES” and I’m your host, Zabala0z!!! I just listened to MAG 111 if you could tell so be prepared for a long post.

MAG 107: Third Degree

Very The Desolation-core. I mean the officer literally asked “what do you love most” and the guys dad was dead a week later so duh. Sucks that Jon literally has to read out a statement or else he’ll like get sick. Bro has to read a scary story unless he wants to die 💀

ALSO JULIA MONTAUK??? TREVOR HERBERT?? Isn’t that bitch dead???? Bro had lung cancer last we heard about him wth 😭 the weirdest duo ever by the way

MAG 108: Monologue

Not much on this but Peter god damn Lukas, get out. He’s very cheerful in a way that reminds me of Michael Crew, y’know. I don’t know how old he is but he’s a sea captain so like 35-40? “Thought we had a chat. Alone” oh haha, you bastard. Anyways the statement dealing with loneliness and Peter Lukas appearing I guess was something Elias did, I mean Peter said it himself. Peter didn’t seem to like Elias a lot which makes me think, why is the Lukas family even patrons of the institute and why is Peter and Elias suddenly having these meetings?

Not much on MAG 109. Still wondering why Trevor is not dead but whatever. Bulbs breaking is a common theme with like Julia’s thing.

MAG 110 has a heavy spider theme (eughhh). Also loving the Basira, Martin, and Melanie trio.

Now finally the major one; MAG 111: Family Business

Oh my god. First off, hearing Gerard speak is giving me so much closure. Literally his first mention was in MAG 4 😭 his mom sucks. Duh. But let’s get to the main part. The entities. Jesus Christ.

There’s 14???? Jon says that’s a small amount for them being manifestations of peoples fears but that’s too much for me. But I’m so happy we get all the names for them. Because of course they are manifestations of peoples fears, that’s what gives them power. Fear has always existed as long as living things existed. I think it’s so interesting they brought in animals into it as well because maybe they aren’t as complex but they feel fear as well. And there’s billions of animals.

Gerard makes me sad. Like every mention of him, he’s like helping people or at least doing something good. I wish his life was better cause god does he deserve it.

The Lukas’s I guess are apart of The Lonely. I thought they were apart of The Vast but maybe there’s just some overlap. I think it’s interested they serve The Lonely and are patrons of the institute which serve The Eye cause if you think about, those are two different things. The Lonely deals with being alone and there being no one around. The Eye deals with there being someone, something, that’s watching constantly. I gotta know how they became patrons or I will explode damn it.

Then there’s the rituals, what the hell is the Watchers Crown 😭😭 give Jon a break. I’m gonna theorize that Jon is gonna have to deal with that and is somehow going to be the key to it because he can never have a normal life. Gertrude is interesting because yeah she’s ruthless as hell but she also stopped the world ending like a ton so I guess give and take.

I think that’s like most of my thoughts I can write on here. Which is like 1/5 of it. But god I’m so happy we have names, these are so cool. Or not cool. I might make like a post, ranking on which would be my biggest ops 💀

[artzychic27]

Goth Kids Quotes

Marc: *Sees Ladybug crouching on the rooftop* Who the FNH is that?

Ladybug: *Leaps down to the ground* What does it mean? ‘That is not dead which can eternal lie’?

Ivan/Juleka/Nathaniel/Marc: …

Ivan: … And with strange eons, even death may die.

Ladybug: What does it mean?!

Marc: It means Cthulhu is gonna get rid of all the posers and make everything cool and black and stuff. It’ll be like a Nine Inch Nails concert that goes on forever.

Juleka: Yeah, so go home and put your underwear inside your pants, poser.

Ladybug: You’re going to tell me everything you know.

Nathaniel: No one is stopping Cthulhu, now! All will be sadness! Life will become death! And I shall watch the crimson blood leak from your neck!

Ivan: … Dude, this redhead is hardcore goth.

—

Ivan: We can’t do what she asks us to do. She’s a conformist! Look at her clothes and her hair.

Marc: Yeah, tell you what, new kid. Get the right clothes, dye that hair, some coffee, and then talk to us again.

Ivan: Yeah, if you wanna prove you aren’t a conformist, then you need to look exactly like we do. Then, maybe we’ll consider hanging out with you.

—

Adrien: She was my whole life.

Nino: Oh, come on, dude! All you’ve done for the last four days is mope around! You might as well go hang out with those goth kids who dress in black and talk about pain all the time.

Adrien: Maybe I should. At least they would understand me. Maybe I should go hang with the goth kids.

*Later*

Marc: Life is pain. Life is only pain. *Flips his hair* We’re all taught to life in haply fairytale endings, but there is only darkness. Dark loneliness that eats at your soul.

Ivan: Who needs that Ken and Barbie love, anyway? Everyone’s just walking around like a bunch of conformists. Go ahead and wear your business suit so you can make thirty-four thousand euros a year and buy your condominium. They’re all zombies racing to their graves. Love didn’t work for my mom and dad. Wish it had worked for me.

Juleka: My dad is such an asshole. Bastard doesn’t even know I exist, and he won’t let me go to this concert because the lead singer is this rival singer or whatever. Sucks. Now I can’t drown out the Barbie wannabes at this school bitching at me for not wearing girly clothes like then.

Nathaniel: They’re all a bunch of fascist conformist cheerleaders.

Adrien: …

—

Ivan: Does your mom know you took her car?

Juleka: Do I care?

—

Ivan: If we get the right packaging, we can just FedEx him somewhere far away.

Juleka: If we’re gonna send him somewhere, it should be the most horrible, most miserable place on earth.

Ivan/Marc/Juleka/Nathaniel: … Scottsdale.

—

Marc: If you like dressing in black because it is “fun,” enjoy putting sparkles on your cheeks, and following the occult while avoiding things that are bad for your health, then you are most likely a douchebag vampire wannabe bastard. Because anybody who thinks they are actually a vampire is fucking stupid.

*Everyone in the auditorium cheers*

Ivan: *Flips them off* Fuck all of you.

*They cheer louder*

—

Nora: Okay, hold up! Hold up! You mean that one of us might not really be a vamp kid?!

Ivan: … Uh… Right.

Nora: Well, whoever you are, you better get your ass ready to run, motherfucker, ‘cause you’re a damn traitor! And I’ll bet you it’s this little fucker right here! *Points to Adrien*

[a-sin-to-be-rin]

Loss and Reunion (Part 2)

Maybe Jason is just concussed. Or high. Or... anything but this.

Part 1 here

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Part 2: Reunion

Jason might have seen this coming. He’d certainly considered it. Investigated it to the end. But Dick was cremated. There wasn’t much to find. The documentation all checked out. The timeline of events, the televised death, the genuine grief in Alfred’s eyes (and Barbara’s eyes and Tim’s eyes and-) Everything just made sense. Everything pointed towards Dick being dead.

So standing on a rooftop, facing down some guy - some dead ringer for Dick Grayson - Jason can’t blame himself for this. He covered his bases. No stone left unturned.

No, Jason didn’t mess up here. Dick is just a cruel son of a bitch.

“Hey,” Dick says, and just the word makes Jason’s blood boil. “I… I know this is hard to take but-”

“What the fuck?”

Dick grimaces. Rubs the back of his neck. “I’m, uh, not dead. And I’m so, so sorry. I really didn’t want to do it, I fought Bruce the whole way, but-”

“Oh, shut up!”

Jason can’t help it. If anything, he worked hard to delay the punch. But his fist won the day.

“Fuck you,” he spits.

Dick straightens, massaging his jaw. “I know. I know. I deserved that.”

“‘Deserved that??’ I went to your damn funeral! What you deserve is to go to hell. Where I thought you were thirty seconds ago.”

“I had to.”

That earns Dick a right cross to the nose. He’s bleeding, but he doesn’t back down. Just spits the blood rolling over his lips and watches Jason with that sad, pitying frown.

“Like hell,” Jason growls. “You had a choice. You always have a choice. And you chose to let your whole damn family think you were fucking dead.”

Dick dips his head in agreement. He doesn’t try to defend himself.

“How could you? Do you even get it? I scattered your fucking ashes. Barbara was there. Tim was there. Alfred…” He’s shaking. His vision is six shades of green, heart slamming into his ribs. “Alfred can’t even look at your picture anymore. You’re a fucking bastard for doing it to us, but you’re an evil son of a bitch for doing it to Alfred.”

Dick looks away. Crams his hands in his pockets. “I know.”

A moment of silence lapses, Jason too angry to speak and Dick too ashamed.

And then Dick has the audacity to seek forgiveness. “I’m… God, Jason, I’m… I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to-” He shakes his head. “There’s no excuse. I’m just… so sorry.” He looks particularly pathetic, with blood still pouring from his nose and dripping off his chin. But Jason doesn’t care. Being sorry doesn't undo the fact that it happened.

“Get out,” Jason hisses.

They're standing on a rooftop. There's nothing to get out of. But Dick gets it. He just doesn't want to comply. “Jason, look. It was important-”

“More important than your-?” He cuts off, uncertain of the proper description. “If you cared, you wouldn't have done it at all. Or at least told someone. For fuck’s sake, Dick, you faked your death!”

“I mean, I did die. Luthor did kill me. But they got me back. And then Bruce… Bruce told me to… He wanted me to stay dead.”

Jason hears him. He hears far more than he wants to. He feels more sympathetic than he should. And it makes him furious.

“So what? You decided to follow orders? Obey Batman, no matter who you fuck over in the process?”

“I wish I didn't,” Dick sighs. He swipes at his nose with his sleeve, but he just ends up smearing the blood across his face. “God, Jay, if I could go back-”

“But you can’t. You made your choice.”

“I know. I thought… I don't know. I thought it’d be a quick assignment. I thought you’d figure everything out right away. I just… I left without making sure you knew.”

Jason runs his tongue over his teeth. “Yeah. You did.”

It would take an industrial chainsaw to cut the tension in the air. Jason waits for Dick to speak. And Dick just presses his sleeve to his face, head bowed as he waits for the bleeding to stop.

Eventually, Jason gives up the fight. “So Bruce knew you weren't dead?”

“Yeah.”

It makes sense. Bruce hadn't been upset by Dick’s death. But it only makes Jason wonder what would have happened if Dick really did die. (Or stayed dead, or whatever.) Would Bruce be as apathetic? Or would he show some genuine emotion?

And would Bruce care more about Dick’s death than Jason’s? Would he be more upset?

“I’m…” Dick gestures awkwardly to his face. “The bleeding isn't stopping, so I’m just gonna go…”

Jason sighs. “Follow me. My apartment isn't far.”

Dick raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push his luck, silently trailing behind.

To be honest, Jason isn't sure why he's bothering. Dick can bleed out on the roof for all he cares. He deserves it, after all.

And yet…

Jason drops down the fire escape to the seventh floor. He goes through the motions, disengaging the motion sensors, the infrared, the thermal detectors.

“Wow,” Dick muses. “Paranoid much?”

Jason’s glare shuts him up. (That's not right. A glare should only worsen the teasing. Everything about this is wrong.)

“I’ll grab you a towel,” Jason says. “Just leave your jacket on the escape. I can’t deal with blood on the carpet.

Dick silently obeys, and it just makes Jason angrier. He rips a towel off the rack and shoves it in Dick’s hands. He points to the kitchen table. “Sit over there.” Because blood wipes off varnished wood much easier than upholstery.

“New place?” Dick muses.

“Yeah.” Jason grabs the first aid kit from the cabinet and sets it on the table. “Last apartment flooded. But you were ‘dead,’ so you wouldn’t know that.” He’s laying it on thick, but he doesn’t care. Dick deserves it.

“Guess not.”

The conversation lapses. Jason digs through the first aid kit. Dick bleeds.

“You don’t… have to do this, you know. I can go.”

Jason almost agrees. He almost tells Dick to fuck right off. But he just… can't.

“How's the bleeding?” Jason asks instead. “Slowing down or do I need to break out the cautery pen?”

Dick blanches at the suggestion. Cautiously, he pulls the towel back and feels under his nose. “It's slowing down. I think I can go now-”

But Jason’s glare keeps him rooted to his seat. “It's not easing up, and you know it.” 

“Give it another ten minutes,” Dick requests. “It’ll stop.”

“Yeah, because you’ll be out of blood. Quit being a baby.”

Dick eyes the first aid kit warily, but after looking up at Jason, he backs off. “Yeah. Sure. Okay.” He still feels guilty. As he should.

Jason flicks on the cautery pen, allowing it to heat up. The silence pulls the tension between them taut, and unspoken words come tumbling free.

“I tried to kill Luthor,” Jason says suddenly. He’s not sure why he’s bothering, but he doesn’t stop. “After I heard he killed you. I went after him.”

Dick’s eyes are wide, dismay visible even behind the ruined hand towel.

Jason waits for an objection. For a “how could you? Killing is bad!”

But it never comes.

“Turns out, most people thought Luthor was a hero, and he really beefed up personal security. And then he fucked off to some nowhere planet. I never got to him.”

“Oh,” Dick murmurs.

“I was going to kill him. The second he stepped back on Earth, I was going to kill him.” Jason shrugs. “Still might. If you’re actually telling the truth this time, then he did kill you.”

“Jason, I-”

“You’re sorry. I get it. Now shut up and stay still.”

Dick sighs, biting the clean end of the towel. (Gross, Jason thinks. But Dick also licks things off the ground. Biting a bloody towel is definitely not outside of the realm of possibility.)

Jason is careful. He doesn’t offer pain medication or lidocaine, but he’s still careful. Everything Dick eats for the next day might taste like ash, but he shouldn’t bleed out the next time he sneezes.

Even so, Dick clearly doesn’t appreciate Jason’s self-taught expertise. He struggles not to flinch away and rubs his nose once it’s done, cringing all the while.

“Cut it out,” Jason scolds. “You’ll break the blood vessels again. Want a second go?” He holds up the pen threateningly.

Dick looks away. For a long moment, he’s quiet. Then, he mumbles, “Thanks.”

Jason sniffs. Turns off the pen and wets a clean cloth. Then he hands it to Dick. “You look like you just murdered a herd of cattle with your teeth.”

Gently, Dick wipes the blood from his face. “Why… You’re probably going to kick me out for this, but… why are you helping me?”

A long sigh escapes Jason’s lips. He turns to the fridge and roots around for a couple cans. Then he tosses one to Dick. Dick catches it, realizes what it is, and throws Jason an even more confused frown.

“Because,” Jason says, cracking open his beer and falling heavily in his seat. “You’re family. Even if I hate you and I think you’re a piece of shit for what you did…” He takes a sip. Considers his words. “You’re still my brother.”

Dick nods. “Yeah. I… thanks. For not disowning me.”

Jason shrugs. “Well, what’s family for if not to fix your nose after breaking it?”

And Dick either agrees or can’t find a suitable excuse. He just drinks his own beer, and the two appreciate the curse of familial loyalty.

[ghoul-foolery]

Dirty Windows | 13 | Nora x Hancock

A Fallout 4 Soulmate AU

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Fic Summary:

Hancock never thought he would find his soulmate. Once a common occurrence, soulmates turned into a bit of a rarity after the bombs dropped. It was to be expected when there was an influx of people getting shot in the face on a daily basis. So when Hancock discovered that he had a soulmate he was ecstatic; all of the people in the Commonwealth, and he was one of the lucky few.

Too bad his soulmate didn't want anything to do with him.

When Nora thought for sure she was going to die too, the pain stopped – and then there was nothing. Nothing but the emptiness. Nothing but the grief. Half of her soul was suddenly gone forever. She was dropped in the middle of the ocean, drifting among the waves with no land in sight. Then just as suddenly she had been cast adrift, she found land. The hole was filled the moment it had been created. As she gripped Nate’s vault suit and begged him to open his eyes, Nora found herself battling with the horrifying realization that she had another soulmate; that some stranger had taken Nate's place.

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Hancock had been through some shit in his lifetime. He had a front row seat to watch as his very own brother succumbed to an insatiable desire for power. He witnessed the moral degradation of an entire city. Hancock had been beaten, used, oppressed, and then he led an entire goddamn coup. He chased a high so intense that he went ghoul. To put it simply, Hancock had experience many aspects of living in post-apocalyptic America and that’s what Nora needed. While she (thankfully) didn’t really need the perfect styrofoam-to-gasoline ratio to make a perfect Molotov, or how to tie a noose to wrap around an oppressor’s neck, he still had his uses. 

He helped her with common post-apocalypse terminologies:

”That cow has two heads!”

“That’s a Brahmin, doll face.”

”That’s a two-headed cow.”

“Brahmin.”

”Cow.”

“Brahmin.”

He helped her with technical assistance, like hacking into terminals:

“Locked out? What do you mean locked out? Know what, baby? Fuck it. Just shoot the lock.”

“I told you it was ‘Warning’.”

“Yeah, yeah. And I told you to go on ahead and shoot the lock. We are learning about adapting to our circumstances today, sweets.”

He was far better at assisting with lockpicking. With their connection in place he could feel the tension in the pins, the delicate give as the lock began to turn. Lockpicking became his favorite task. It was something in the way he could feel her hands as if they were his own that made it feel intimate. 

Regardless of all of the ups and downs, Hancock valued every single second he spent with Nora through their connection. Learning about his soulmate made Hancock’s heart grow fonder, and fonder. While she didn't mind his swearing, she very much liked to avoid doing it herself. There was a general aversion to violence, but goddamn she got scrappy when she was cornered. Nora was studious, inquisitive. When learning new things she wanted to know the why, the how, and everything in between. She was kind to a fault, and if Hancock wasn’t so biased, he’d tell just about anyone that his girl was going to change the whole fucking Commonwealth. He just wished that she would take his advice when he told her to tell Preston Garvey to stick it where the sun don’t shine. 

Garvey was a nice guy. Out of everyone Nora could have found, Hancock was glad it was him. While he admittedly wished the guy wasn’t so damn handsome, Preston was the compassionate sort. The only problem was that Preston was so deeply insistent that Nora accept the title of Minuteman General. He wanted to make this new settlement Nora’s responsibility, for some fucking reason. Fresh from the vault, learning how to live a new life, and he wanted her to lead. The people in the neighborhood needed to fuck off, too. They came to Nora and bitched about all of their problems, from the lack of food, to lack of water, and shelter, and defenses. 

The stress was beginning to take its toll.

“Honey, you don’t owe these people shit,” he rasped one afternoon, tucked away in his office. He was nursing a cigarette and piss-tasting beer after a particularly strenuous day of doing absolutely nothing.  “You saved them. Let’s not forget that, huh?”

On the other end, Nora was hiding out in some old truck stop near the so-called settlement. She was listening to the radio on her Pip-Boy, staring at the mess of scrapped materials that she had strewn about the garage. The mutt that she had managed to pick up was sitting right beside her, panting softly. He was a scruffy-looking shepherd with awful breath and a chip in his ear. Hancock was jealous of that flea-bag. The damn dog had received more love and attention in the past three days, than he had in all of his entire lifetime.

“Plus,” he continued, “I think he just wants you t’be in charge so he doesn't have t’be accountable when it all goes tits up.”

Nora scoffed, but her emotions didn’t read as annoyed. “I've been kinda thinking that too.” An old football was lifted from the ground, and she gave it a toss out the open garage door. The dog ran off to retrieve it. “I’d love to help but… they expect me to make a water purifier, I don’t even know where I’d start.”

“Give it to that dickhead, Sturges. I bet he could figure it out.”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “Maybe.” A pause and then, “He’s not a dickhead.”

“The fuck he ain’t.” He didn't know, actually. 

In just a couple short days, Hancock learned that Nora didn’t enjoy idle downtime. She would accept these bullshit tasks from Garvey so she could busy herself – and she liked to stay busy at all hours of the day. When she did find herself with nothing to do, she began to struggle. Her mind would slip into some dark places, and Hancock would be able to feel the depression and the sorrow overthrow her in waves. So he made sure to keep her busy during the downtime, supplying ample amounts of idle chatter. Eventually, Nora would be able to sit with her own thoughts without feeling so lost. It might take days, months, years, or it would suddenly be fine all at once. Grief was funny like that. Thankfully, it seemed as if she was doing better by the day. Hancock could see as much despite her many attempts to hold him at a distance. 

Nora would try her hardest to keep her replies short, and to keep the personal details to a minimum – but she would always give in. She wanted someone to talk to, she just had to get used to who she was talking to and accept who he was to her. She refused to talk about her time in the vault, but they talked about other things, silly things that meant absolutely nothing. In those moments Hancock would feel the stress lift, he could feel her mood lighten, and despite all of her efforts he would be able to pull the occasional (beautiful) laugh from the woman.

“You need to throw some of this shit out,” he drawled, taking to meandering around the room. “What are you gonna do with 23 clipboards?”

”25.”

Hancock snorted into his beer, taking a swig as he rounded the back of one of the couches. “Uh huh. And what are you gonna do with the…” he focused on her workspace, surveying the ever-growing mess. “Why do you have pool balls?”

Nora drawled her reply, “Why do you have 13 empty bottles of vodka on your coffee table?”

Hancock blinked a few times, allowing the visions of her workspace fade so he could take a quick glance back at his coffee table. Sure enough; 13 noticeably empty bottles of vodka. And three overflowing ashtrays, but she didn't mention those. Nora didn’t typically reach out to him through their bond, and Hancock let his space get a little dirty in the past few days. A hard frown marred his features. A creeping anxiety made the muscles on the back of his neck prickle with unease. He had been trying to make a good impression, now she probably thought he was some lousy drunk.

Which he was.

He was a druggie, too. And sometimes a chain smoker.

Maybe he ought to start wearing gloves. He didn't want to spook her with his ghoulism if he could help it.

”Calm down. We all have our vices.”

“Yeah? What’s yours, doll?” he angled his eyes towards the ceiling, looking up and away.

There was a soft sigh – a sound of longing if Hancock had ever heard one. “French fries dipped in a chocolate milkshake.” Her naturally husky voice dipped a little lower, sounding deliciously sultry. Fuck, she could could probably read a food label and make it sound sexy.  “There was a little 24-hour diner near my apartment when I was in college. There were some weeks where I went there every day…”

“College, huh? What were you studying?”

"Oh, I'm a lawyer."

He shuffled forward an inch, eyes still canted upward, as he said, "Oh yeah? Lots of need for lawyers in your vault?"

Yeah, he'd definitely have to get gloves or something. He didn't want her spotting his mangled mitts in his periphery if she ever came calling. He could always keep his eyes shut as he had a smoke, or took a drink, but there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that he was going to remember to close his eyes every time. She was a vaultie, something like ghoulish soulmates demanded a conversation but he was wholeheartedly unwilling to have it until she was well and truly comfortable with him.

“Not yet, please.”

Hancock shushed her gently, “Easy, Nor. I know. No pressure. You gotta tell me, though— what the fuck is a milkshake?”

“You don’t know what a milkshake is?” Nora sighed. ”Maybe I died and this place is Hell.”

Hancock smiled slowly, barely remembering to close his eyes as he took a puff of his cigarette. “Then Heaven must be missing an angel.”

There was a stretch of silence. Then, eventually, an inelegant snort. He felt her smile match his own, and then he heard her laugh. ”Really?”

Hancock shrugged. “I dunno. I’m kinda proud of that one. Thought of that right on the spot.”

”That was awful.”

In times of grief it helped to know that it was still okay to laugh. Despite everything, it was alright to smile, and it was alright to find happiness even in the middle of all of the sad. If there was ever a day where that was all he could do to help her, Hancock would consider it a victory.

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Tag List: @takottai / @a-little-pebbl / @brainrot-extravaganza

[neonlight2]

Jaehaera Targaryen (oc)

Masterlist

Warnings: smut mentions, sexism, touch of homophobia, and mentions of incest (and step-cest)

Again— it’s the Targaryens, what do you expect.

(Only the older parts of the family cause… the younger ones don’t know the difference)

What we’re their relationships like as she got older?

Viserys

First off— Absolute pushover.

Shouldn’t be a surprise with how he treats Rhaenyra. Man will literally break all tradition, with the justification of “I am king”.

Jaehaera wants to wear pants instead of dresses. Done, without a second to waste. And if she did want to wear a dress, you best believe it was the best money could buy.

His darling daughter wants to study with high scholars— only the best teachers of course. Anything she wished to know or learn she’d be taught. Books would be imported from the farthest edges of Westeros. Oh— and best believe he built her a private library. He knows how she loves her privacy, how she detested the public and fuss of events. He’d catered to her every need as she grew.

Even when he didn’t necessarily agree— like with swordsmanship. Viserys would be so freaking worried at the beginning, not wanting his little girl to get hurt. But he lets her anyway.

And even though it’s “against the rules”, Jaehaera could compete in tournaments whenever she damn well please, and he was always there to watch with pride.

There was not a price in gold that would hinder her requests. If the girl has asked him for a fucking castle bigger than king’s landing, it would have been made— and he’d put every man he could to work in order for it to be done quickly. Amazons quick delivery service would have NOTHING on this man’s will.

However, she was never extreme in that fashion. The kingdom was honestly lucky that she was far more rational and conservative with money, or else they may be in poverty.

So as she got older, matured, and got around to marrying age— all suitors of all ages came in like filthy vultures. And of course, no one was ever good enough.

He thought the same for both his daughters, the only reason why he made Rhaenyra marry was in order to secure he claim to the throne— heirs. Jaehaera on the other hand…

Jaehaera at 14/15: Father I don’t wish to marry—

Viserys: GREAT ITS SETTLED THEN

Of course if she did fall in love or wish to marry, he wouldn’t be able to say no. It’s damn near impossible. I swear to god this man would actually rather die than say no to her.

Jaehaera would DEFINITELY become more of an adviser to Viserys as she got older. She was already like his own little personal spy, so as she got older, made more connections, and was actually able to stir the pot without being harmed (because now she’d love for a bitch to try—), that relationship only grew stronger.

Most people when they watch the two together could get mental whiplash I’m not even gonna lie. One moment Jaehaera is kneeling before Viserys calling him “my king” or “your majesty”— basically going through ALL the damn formalities even though viserys has told her a thousand times she doesn’t need to— just to act like a child the next minute. Sure, if she has something political or otherwise important to tell him, Jaehaera stays more calm, professional even. But the moment the formality is over and done she like, “Hi dad! Wanna watch me dual? Oh! I learned a new trick on Shkros!”

She’d also just tell him the most random shit and facts she learns, probably rant about stories or things she’s gotten insanely fixated on. Viserys would EAT THAT SHIT UP. He could listen for hours and smile or laugh at the girl.

Oh, and Viserys literally became deaf at some point to all slander toward her, even if it came from Otto. Man would not hear of any of it.

In his mind Jaehaera did no wrong. So when anyone questioned her innocence or reputation—

“All of these are mere, petty rumors from jealousy for my daughter’s brilliance.”

“I will not hear of it, next person to say such a thing will lose their tongue.”

“Jaehaera would never, and even if she had you have no proof.”

“Who are you to question the princess? My daughter?”

To the day until she inevitably starts leaving more frequently, they would meet almost every night in the kitchens, sharing bread and milk like the day they first met.

Sadly, around the time his sickness gets really bad, she would be gone even longer. He knew why.

She had spent months before trying to heal him, and she did a better job then the scholars and maesters could ever dream. But they both knew that it was only slowly his demise. There was no cure for time, as it was fast on viserys heels.

A lot of people thought they had a falling out during this time because of her absence, but the truth of it was that they had an agreement. Jaehaera had made a promise to secure and protect their family. Not just Rhaenyra’s claim to the throne, but the state of it all.

She went to every kingdom to make alliances, or to strengthen old ones. She made deals to compact no army could penetrate them. And she would be damned if she failed.

Jaehaera had barely the idea of what love felt like before she became Viserys’ daughter. So with all her being she’d protect her home, her life, his legacy, her family.

Daemon

Two words— Teddy Bear.

He’s an absolute simp.

Would and does worship the ground she walks on.

If you thought he was insufferable when she was younger, following her around, constantly seeking her attention, giving her anything she stares at too long, and talk about protective— times that by a million.

The moment he came back and saw how she had…matured. Daemon went feral. I’m talking glaring at every person who so much as glances Jaehaera’s way that wasn’t family. He even had a small bit of beef with Sir Harwin because of how close he had become to her. It was only until she told him to back the fuck off that he calmed down.

He’d also use every excuse he could muster to be close to her. And Daemon likes to be sly, or try at least, so it would start innocent.

*walking literally anywhere, even around the castle, and he hold her hand* “Don’t want you to get lost my little wanderer.”

*Leans against her: arm around shoulders, or wrapped around her waist to rest his head in the crook of her neck.* “I’m tired.” Or if your at an event, “You soothe the throbbing in my head, love.”

Then this bitch would push his luck.

He’d slowly slip his fingers up her shirt or any bare skin he could get his hands on— and being that she didn’t normally like to wear much, he had so many places to choose from.

“My hands are cold!” *it’s literally like 100 degrees out*

He also has a weird obsession with her hair. Like he’d dimly admire it at first, wondering what it feels like. Was it was soft as feathers? Or smooth as silk?

Well one day he impulsive touched it. Of course he made it seem as if it were a normal interaction— brushing it away from her open shoulders to show off the dip in the heavenly dress she wore to some banquet he couldn’t even remember the occasion for.

All he knew was that he instantly became addicted to the feeling of the strands between his fingers.

They’d be talking underneath the trees of the gardens and he’d randomly start petting her head. At first Jaehaera would tense up because of the foreign feeling, but after a few seconds and Daemon asking her permission, she’d let him to it again. Oh he’d be jumping for joy in his brain.

Especially loving it when her eyes would flutter shut when he’d start to scratch her scalp and massage her temples.

And however wholesome this man could be at sometimes, he’s mind would definitely wander. He’d start to wonder what it’s be like if she were underneath him, hair and body sprawled out for him to play with. To make her feel good.

Or perhaps if she were to ride him and as she leaned forward, her hair would drape around them, all while tickling his thighs, arms and face. Oh how pretty she would look.

Oh and don’t get him started about how hard he gets when she pulls her hair into a ponytail or high braid. All he could think about was taking her from behind, pulling on her hair so that her back would be flush with his chest.

God she drove him crazy.

So the infamous Prince, know for being I’ll tempered and cruel, would be siting with the girl in her free time, taking turns braiding each others chair.

What he doesn’t know is that she’s not as oblivious as he thinks. It wasn’t hard to notice how he’d have to shift in he seat around her, or the growing bulge in his pants as she laid her head in his lap— letting out shameless moans as he kneaded her scalp.

Jaehaera just thought in rather fun to tease him, and to make him think she was totally innocent in her acts.

But besides the obvious sexual tension— Dameon would respect Jaehaera a lot. Of course he’d still be hot headed, crazy, and rebellious. It was his nature. And it also happened to be hers in some cases.

It was almost like putting two delinquents in the same room with some gunpowder a few matches.

The only difference was that she was more rational when it came to future consequences. She actually looked ahead. Dameon… not so much. He’d rather jump into battle or war, only depending on himself and his sword “dark sister”.

But.. if he had to, the person who’d he’d listen to was Jaehaera. And that’s because in his eyes, she was always right.

And that was not to be disputed.

Rhaenyra

She’s spoiled. We all know that. So she’s definitely get more possessive of Jaehaera.

When she married Laenor, it was hard because she longed for intimacy that he could not give her. But she was content with him because she thought she had at least evaded being married to an imbecile.

So even though it was unheard of, Rhaenyra still insisted on sharing a bed with her almost every night. Both girls were always close, and comfortable with each other physically. Rhaenyra had been the second person to bless her with gentle affection through touch. One might say that other than herself, Jaehaera trusted Rhaenyra with her body the most.

They would cling to each other in the night, bodies intertwined, grazing each other carefully, or tenderly squeezing flesh. All of it was natural to them. And to Jaehaera it was all she’d ever known when it came to the pair. It was only after their incident at the brothel that caused a shift in their behavior.

Rhaenyra had only heard of what had happened with Jaehaera because of her fathers reprimanding. It was light compared to what she faced, but she still felt something brewing in her stomach. She couldn’t quite place the emotion, it resting somewhere in between jealousy and curiosity. And it scared her.

Soon she found herself growing paranoid and angered at everyone Jaehaera looked at fondly. Especially a particular maid of hers…

Soon Rhaenyra would lie awake at night, Jaehaera sleeping soundly beside her, and she’s let her mind wander to what she thought the girl may have been doing with other women.

Soon she’d been touching herself at the thought of it being her who received such attention from Jaehaera.

And later as she noticed Daemon’s actions toward them both she couldn’t help but dwell on the thought of having them both. Even after Daemon married Laena. She’s simply add her to the equation too; she knew how much Jaehaera fancied her.

However, as the drift between her and Alicent grew even larger— especially after the whole air Criston cole situation— she became more worried that Jaehaera would leave her.

She had no reason to worry, I mean Jaehaera absolutely adore the girl. She would do practically anything for her. And the two princesses were almost attached at the hip at some point.

Yet as Jaehaera began to venture farther out, her time away from home increasing every voyage, Rhaenyra would make sure to claim whatever time Jaehaera had to spare when she had returned.

Of course, she didn’t mind sharing this time with other people she loved: Viserys, Daemon, Laenor, Sir Harwin.

Jaehaera knew. Anyone could tell that her children were not sired by Laenor, but Jaehaera knew that they were his kids.

And that’s because she walked in on them fucking once.

To this day she’d tease Rhaenyra about it, occasionally praising her for how quiet she could be with such a large prick inside her.

(She would also confirm to anyone that asks that Sir Harwin is hung— because let’s be honest he is.)

And after Rhaenyra had Jace, she’s notice that happened to grab even more of Jaehaera’s attention. More of her protection. Jaehaera would visit more frequently, ask if she was being properly taken care of, if anyone had disrespected her, and constantly hovering around her and Jace when she was at home.

As much as Rhaenyra loved Sir Harwin, she couldn’t deny that Jaehaera was a huge reason for her having more children. For the more she had, she more of Jaehaera she got.

Alicent

Obsessed and paranoid.Gonna be real— we all saw this coming.

Alicent would definitely be giving yandere, but she would never tell Jaehaera when she could or could not leave. (Like shed be able to in the first place.)

At first, when they’re in their later teens, Alicent really just wants to keep Jaehaera in her life. So she sees Rhaenyra as a threat, because they’re at all odds.  She gets extremely worried whenever Jaehaera starts to pull away because of her marrying Viserys, and a little scared. Alicent really didn’t like lying to her, but she was as equally as scared of her father’s backlash. So when Jaehaera started to catch on with the whole scheme, Alicent didn’t know what to do or think.

Jaehaera was never actually cruel to her in anyway. In fact, the rather opposite. She’d still join her for tea or visit her whenever Rhaenyra was busy with her duties. But there was always a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that made her need validation.

“You’re not mad at me are you Princess?”

Glancing up intently at her, Jaehaera would answer, “No, Ali. I just hate your father insists on hurts those I care for.”

Hitching her breath, there was a small flutter in the pit of her stomach. Jaehaera made it sound as if she were included in the category. That sent Alicent’s heart on fire.

“And don’t think of defending him darling,” Jaehaera snipped, standing up to grab ahold of her chin. “It’ll just make me hate him more.”

Would definitely become paranoid later on as Rhaenyra has kids because well… Jaehaera increasingly becomes more attached to her as she does. Not that Alicent’s children don’t get enough attention as is. Jaehaera spoils every single one of them. But Alicent doesn’t see it like that, so what does she do? Talks shit.

She’ll start sneaking in comments or rumors of Rhaenyra’s children’s the obvious hair color difference, and other features. How they’re “growing in to very clad, dark handsome boys” and how she “adores their curly brown hair”.

Then, on top of it all is— she thinks she’s getting away with it at first because Jaehaera will laugh occasionally and say something back. Soon she becomes unaware of the warning stares being sent her way. Her growing audacity eventually leads to a more intense reaction after she questions their birthright.

“I’m not sure if they would be given the thrown that easily.” She’d say calmly with a soft smile while pouring Jaehaera a drink.

She’s hear the princess hum and ask, “Why’s that?”

“Oh you know, their features are rathe strange for a Targaryen. Some might question if they are truly—,”

Alicent would be cut off quickly, and the bottle of wine would have slipped through her hands from shock and broke into pieces by their feet if it weren’t for Jaehaera’s quick hand. With one hand setting the bottle aside, the other held Alicent’s jaw firm, making it so she couldn’t talk, yet it would not leave a bruise on her skin.

Jaehaera’s were practically predatory as they glared into Alicent’s. And as she leaned closer to the woman’s face, Alicent couldn’t help but gasp at the proximity.

“Don’t start acting like your father Ali. It doesn’t suit you.” Jaehaera would whisper firmly, pulling away only to keep a burning gaze. “And if you ever say something like that again around me, I promise you, I will kill him.”

After her hand leaves her mouth, Alicent would rub the tender skin, weak in the knees and almost desperate for it to return. “Why?” She’s ask in a whisper.

Tilting her head to the side, Jaehaera’s expression softened and she caressed her cheek. “Because he would have killed something I care for. And I cannot allow that.”

Otto

He’s a petty bitch.

Would not know what the fuck to do when it comes to Jaehaera.

Would also try really hard to spread rumors about her under the kings radar. Probably called her a homophobic slur at some point and made a backhand comment about her being a woman. We all know it’s true.

He’s well aware that she hates him after Alicent marries Viserys. Would for sure get tortured by Daemons antics even more because of Jaehaera’s permission.

Honestly he’s just fucked, so he’s constantly trying to find a way to keep himself in the good graces of the king, so Jaehaera won’t kill him.

Also another reason why he’d push Aegon to succeed the thrown— also also another reason why the greens pull this shit while she’s gone on her voyages and travels. He knows he wouldn’t be able to get away with it otherwise.

Sir Criston

Another petty bitch.

Jaehaera finds him annoying after a while. She gave him a little sympathy at first because of the whole Rhaenyra brothel incident, but she’d always choose Rhaenyra.

Lightens up around Alicent because she likes her. But she’ll roast the shit out of him at any time. Unprovoked.

And if he really pisses her off best believe she’s threaten him (and let Daemon loose).

“I gave you the position in the kings guard, I could easily take it away. Even if it hurt Ali’s feelings for a while. She could never stay mad at me. She’d forget you in a heartbeat.”

Sir Harwin

Homies Fr

These two would just make a bunch of dirty jokes, cursing like sailors, and spar.

Canon that they would call each other bad worms as pet names:

“Good morning my little bitch how are you?”- Jaehaera greeting him in the mornings for training.

“Hey arsehole! You owe me one!” - Harwin after covering up for her to go sneak off with a lady/lord and/or when he’d lie about seeing Daemon first in the nighttime competitions.

Causal greetings or hellos: “Hello there cunt!” “Ahhh there’s my favorite little shit!”

Both were definitely into each other some point but it was a fleeting crush. He fell in love with Rhaenyra, she loved him, so Jaehaera loved them and that they were happy.

Harwin along with Laenor we’re her personality wingmen and cheerleaders.

He’d cover/lie for her in a heart beat. And he has soooo much respect for her. In another life they’d probably be siblings.

Laenor

I’ll say it again for the people in the back: Laenor is Jaehaera’s cheerleader.

If they had the word bestie back then, best believe he’d be like: “GO BESTIE, GO!!!”

Ton of gay jokes, but also would comfort each other being of society and internal homophobia because people fucking suck. (I’m looking at you Otto)

Definitely have seen each other naked, probably drunk or honestly skinny dipping. Also— because they’re constantly covering for each other so they can… Y’know… they’ve probably stood guard for each other at some point. So I can definitely see Laenor or her just opening the door once as the other and whoever they’re with is mid fucking, and be like: “can you hurry up Rhaenyra (or some other person) is looking for you?”

And if Laenor ever finished quickly, Jaehaera would say: “damn took you longer than I thought, ten whole seconds, I had my money on five.”

Oh and Laenor absolutely giggles or chokes on his drink anytime someone says anything remotely disrespectful toward Jaehaera or him because he knows this person is about to die.

Rhaenys and Corlys

Definition of second parents. Basically adopt Jaehaera whenever Viserys isn’t around.

Corlys is so proud of her when she gets older and leads a battalion and or her own voyages. He would also get teary eyes whenever he sees her helping Luke learn how to navigate and captain a ship, then blame it on “salt water that splashed into his eyes”.

He LOVES being a girl dad (excluding Laenor). Prizes Laena and Jaehaera. And even low key ships them because let’s be so for real… he knows. Later he’ll make jokes that it must be in the gene’s because both his kids came out fruity.

And Rhaenys and Corlys adore the relationship between her and their kids.

Rhaenys especially. She loves how safe and natural both her children are around her. They don’t have to pretend. She swears she’s trust her with both their lives because she knows Jaehaera would always protect them and vise versa. (Also ships Laena with her, and claims all the time that Daemon is just a third party.)

[lyrakanefanatic]

no way this bitch wished his daughter a happy birthday and then went ahead and shot himself ☠️☠️☠️

like damn you saw her maybe twice in your life and you decide to pick the one time she’s over, her BIRTHDAY, as the day you wanna sh00t yourself. thomas thomas is not thomas thomasing. 😪

even tho im saying this, im lowkey so excited to find out what happened to him and what kind of person he is. he may not be that great since he barely ever visited his own daughter, but then again he may have visited before when she was younger (like when she was 1 or 2), or when lyra’s mother and he were still together, and lyra just didn’t remember. im not gonna jump to conclusions and immediately accuse him of being a bad person, but then again jlb likes making bad fathers so idk 💀💀

i want to see thomas (i love the fact that im calling him thomas even tho that’s defo not his acc name ☠️) and tobias’ relationship and what that was like, because i feel like they were rather close. (in a mentor/mentee kind of way) who knows, maybe thomas was even close with toby and them (colin, david, yadayada)

maybe he struck out the wrong deal with tobias or they got into a terrible disagreement, and thomas found out a vital piece of information that could sink tobias’ entire empire to the ground. maybe tobias threatened his family (maybe with financial problems, but if this were to occur, i’d guess tobias would threaten to harm them. he’s very cruel to those who aren’t family.) so badly that thomas had no choice but to end his life so the secret would die with him. and maybe the riddle has something to do with the secret as one last “eff you” to tobias?? idk but it’s the theory im sticking with until we find out what happened with thomas thomas.

(btw im getting this from somebody who said that calla in spanish (because i think thomas and lyra are latino) meant “quiet” or “be quiet” so i tend to think that thomas shooting himself was the result of tobias forcing him to keep his mouth shut. even if that means taking the secret to the grave. (literally. ☠️))

[decks-writing-blog]

Gordon Swap Chapter Ten: Lovely Reunion

Chapter One

Previous Chapter

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“Don’t you fucking, ‘Hello, Gordon,’ me, asshole!” Gordon’s moment of confusion and not knowing how to feel about randomly running into his for companions evaporated like mist in the heat of his anger. “You bastards betrayed me and left me to fucking die. And then you have the nerve to come over and do your stupid little ‘Hello, Gordon’ like nothing fucking happened. I’m not gonna fucking stand for it.”

Dr. Coomer maybe flinched a little, his approach slowing, but it was probably just Gordon’s imagination because he wanted these fuckers to feel bad for betraying and leaving him to die. There was no way they actually did though because if they were capable of remorse, they would’ve gone back to look for him. “Now, Gordon, I understand you’re upset but first let me explain what…”

“No, you don’t get to explain jack shit. I don’t have a fucking hand anymore because of you guys.” He held it up for them to see as all three of them were on their way over now. “They beat me up and cut it off and then you guys left me to fucking die.”

“Technically that’s only mine and Benrey’s fault,” Bubby said. “But for the record, I didn’t tell them to do that. That’s fucked up. They were only supposed to…”

“Shut the fuck up.” Gordon drew the pistol for the first time since Barney had given him it. He’d might’ve shot it at Bubby’s feet to try to scare him but he’d likely be so far off they’d all laugh at him. So he just pointed it instead.

“I looked for you Mr. Freeman,” Tommy said.

“Yeah, sure you did but you gave up after like five minutes, right? ‘Cause it’s that hard to follow a damn blood trail.” Earlier Gordon had wished Tommy and Dr. Coomer well but faced with them here and now with their excuses and attempts to pretend it was all fine, he didn’t feel so anymore. They may not have been involved in betraying him but they’d still let it happen and then abandoned him. If not for Barney, Gordon probably wouldn’t have made it through to the end of the day. “You fuckers don’t get to…”

The other guy the three of them were with now stepped in front of Gordon. He put a hand on the gun and pushed it down. Gordon didn’t resist because how could he? It was his own face looking back at him. He shook his head a firm ‘no’; disapproval over the gun pointing. It would’ve been easy for him to take it away entirely, Gordon probably would’ve let him, but he didn’t.

Instead, as he stepped back, remaining firmly in front of Gordon, he lifted his hands. He gestured with them in a way that was obviously sign language before pausing, apparently waiting for answer.

Gordon wanted to go back to yelling at his former companions but… “This is weird. You’re like… what? Fuck. Am I a clone?” He couldn’t avoid thinking about the question anymore when faced with a guy who looked exactly like him.

“You don’t know sign language then?” Barney said as he stepped up to stand to the side between them.

“No, why would I? This is your friend though? The guy you think I’m a clone of?”

“Yep, this is him. But uh… looks like I’m translating for him again.”

“Yes, not-Gordon,” Dr. Coomer said. “I believe you should be the one to explain to Gordon what happened. He’s mad at us so he probably wouldn’t listen if we did. Which is perfectly understandable, Gordon. From your perspective it must look rather bad.”

Gordon side stepped not-Gordon to glare at the three of them again. “Yeah, from my perspective you betraying me and leaving me to die looks pretty damn fucking bad. Where’s Benrey? I wanna yell at him too.” And maybe shoot him as well. Not that it was likely to do much of anything.

“Ooh,” Tommy replied. “Benrey will be glad we found you. I think he missed you the most because he got all mopey once we realized this Gordon wasn’t you.”

“He was moping and complaining,” Bubby added, “like a little bitch.”

“We don’t know where he went though,” Tommy continued. “He kinda just comes and goes, you know? He’s in a ‘go’ state right now. But I’m sure he’ll pop up soon and our lovely reunion will be complete.”

“Nothing about this reunion is lovely. I could’ve gone my whole fucking life without ever seeing any of you assholes again and been happy about it.” Gordon would have preferred the gunshots to have come from the military.

Before anyone else could say anything, Barney cleared his throat. “Uh… my pal here,” he gestured to not-Gordon, “told me to tell you,” he pointed to Gordon, “to not get too mad at your friends before you get a better explanation of what happened.”

Who was Gordon supposed to look at when answering? … Well, it was weird looking at his own face and it was Barney speaking so addressing him felt more natural. “All right, fine, explain then.” There was no explanation that could make it better though. Gordon just wanted an excuse to talk to the guy who looked like him more. What was his deal?

Not-Gordon signed and once he was done Barney relayed it. “Are you familiar with string theory and alternate universes?”

“I’m a theoretical physicist so yeah, I’m will acquainted with the theory. What does that have to do with why I shouldn’t be ‘too mad’ at my ex-friends?”

More signing. The silence during which was broken by a whispered exchange between Bubby and Tommy, their exact words inaudible, that Gordon didn’t turn to look despite what happened last time he’d caught Bubby whispering to someone. Surely they’d at least have the decency to not immediately lead him into another trap, right? He certainly wasn’t going to trust anything they said.

Barney perked up, apparently quite interested in whatever his pal was saying. Enough so that he signed back what was probably a question. And then another question once he’d got that one answered. The tension was rather wretched and on the verge of being too much before he finally turned back to Gordon. “Turns out you’re not a clone after all. You are Gordon but an alternate version of him. Apparently you were both jumped by the a squad of soldiers and then ‘vanished’ into another of Black Mesa’s experiments which sent you to an alternate reality, specifically ours while he was sent to yours. So you swapped places basically. Or uh… that’s what Gordon here says he thinks happened. He’s probably right. He’s the smartest guy I know so he’s usually right about science stuff. Pretty cool, huh?”

That theory did indeed make more sense than the clone idea. It filled in a lot of the gaps; the flipped map, all the differences between his and Barney’s recollection of Black Mesa and its personal, how Gordon remembered doing the test that accidentally caused the Resonance Cascade while Barney had insisted it had been his pal. Which meant Gordon wasn’t a clone! He was a real person and his memories were reliable as anyone else’s. And to top it all off, alternate universes were real. He’d been sent to one.That was so cool!

Also fascinating was the fact that this other guy was him. A different version of him. One that couldn’t speak verbally. Why? Had he been born like that or had an accident or illness caused that? What else was different between them? How did he even begin to ask the right questions to figure it out?

Tommy stepped forward, drawing Gordon’s gaze to him as his fiddled with his tie. “See, Mr. Freeman? I did look for you. I looked really hard for a long time but you weren’t anywhere to be found because you were in a different universe.”

“My clones and I looked for you too, Gordon.” Maybe it was just normal Dr. Coomer weirdness but his tone seemed ominous. As if they hadn’t been looking for him the same way Tommy had.

“We were really worried about you Mr. Freeman but we couldn’t find you. So uh… you shouldn’t be mad at us. Or not at me and Mr. Coomer anyway. We didn’t do anything bad or uh… we didn’t do anything too bad.”

Right, yeah, Gordon was mad at these assholes for abandoning him. Now wasn’t the time to get lost in thought about how cool it was someone had finally figured out how to travel between realities or about how interesting this alternate him was. Except well, Tommy had a point, they hadn’t abandoned him. They hadn’t betrayed him and then left him for dead. Instead they’d looked for him but of course hadn’t found him because how could they have possibly done so? The unexpected rush of relief was almost enough to make him need to sit down.

He held himself together though. Most of his anger wasn’t warranted but some of it was. Bubby and Benrey at least had still betrayed him and he’d lost his hand because of it and the others had watched. So he was still unhappy with them even if they weren’t so terrible to have abandoned him. They cared enough to have looked for him instead.

Speaking of being found though, “How’d you guys get here? Shouldn’t you guys be in an alternate Xen? Or did you like do another universe hop or whatever?”

It was Bubby who answered, adjusting his glasses in a way that gave him the air of thinking he was better than everyone else. Or maybe Gordon was just mad enough at him to make even that simple gesture look annoying. “It might be that there’s only one Xen. I mean this place obviously doesn’t exist on the same plane of existence as Earth. Maybe all the realities that find a way here come to the same one. There are could be lots of different versions of us on distant floating islands, stretching who even knows how far. You and him,” he gestured to the other Gordon who’d fallen into another sign language exchange with Barney, “swapping linked our realities or something like that so we ended up on the same group of islands and that’s why we ran into each other here.”

A sound theory. More testing and study would need to be done to figure out the validity of it as well as how exactly it all worked in general. Being part of the team that did that would be fun. What were the chances of such a team forming though?

“That would make this place basically infinite,” Dr. Coomer said. “And that would also mean theoretically we could build a space ship and fly off to meet other versions of ourselves. Meeting a me who isn’t a clone would be fun. I wonder if killing another me would give me more power like my clones do. Or maybe if I killed another me’s clones, I could take his power.”

Gosh, that was a weird thing to think about. More than just one alternate Gordon but a whole bunch of them all standing in similar places right this moment. … There were probably lots of hims who didn’t survive to this point too though. Not so fun to think about. How common was this swapping thing and thus how many different Gordons were having a similar thought right now? With how different the two of them were, which one was the closest to the most common kind of Gordon?

Before he could broach the line of thought or someone else could say something, Barney stepped into their loose ring of conversation. “Uh… since there wasn’t exactly time for introductions before, I’m Barney Calhoun. I made friends with your Gordon while trying to get my bearings after a mishap with a teleport. And then when I tried to take him to that old teleport machine to fix it and get us out of the facility, we ended up here instead. It was a dumb idea in hindsight after it already malfunctioned the once but too late now. Anyway, Gordon just filled me in real quick on what you guys have been up to so I guess we’re joining you. Especially since we were already headed towards the tower. Speaking of which, apparently there’s no time to spare in getting there so we gotta go now. Also, clone-Gordon… or uh… alternate-universe-Gordon – we gotta come up with a nickname for you – the aliens are our friends now and are gonna help… maybe. But they have a thing set up over there that might bring us closer to the tower or to it directly. He’s not sure.”

He gestured towards the center of the settlement – Gordon had forgotten to be fascinated by it upon finding his former companions just milling about within it but it was cool. Even cooler was whatever the aliens had set up in the center. A ring, it’s center filled with something that looked and awful lot like a bad idea to touch in part because it might be a portal to who knows where. Other-Gordon was already standing next to it as well as the aliens – the ones that shot lightening from their hands, cool but scary – that had presumably built it. They did indeed seem to be friendly now.

“So, I guess let’s go check it out and see what’s up.” Barney started in that direction, prompting the rest of them to follow.

Tommy jogged up to follow beside him. “I’m Tommy and he’s Dr. Coomer and that’s Dr. Bubby. Thank you for taking care of Mr. Freeman for us. I was worried about him being all alone with only one hand because that seems really bad with everything that’s happening so I’m glad he wasn’t.” He was still a friend then.

“You guys betrayed him though?”

“It wasn’t like that,” Bubby protested. “The soldiers lied to me. They weren’t supposed to cut off his hand. That’s fucked up. And when I protested about it they shoved me back in my tube. Being in my tube sucks by the way. I hate it.If the other Gordon hadn’t found me, I’d still be there.”

“I wish he hadn’t found you.” Gordon wasn’t going to forgive him just because the soldiers had lied and ultimately betrayed him too. That didn’t make it okay. And being trapped in a tube for a little while was better than permanently losing a hand so he had no right to complain.

“All right, all right. It’s fair to be mad at me, I guess. And I should probably apologize or whatever so… sorry. It’s fucked up what they did to you and I’m sorry for the part I played in it. There, see? I can be good person sometimes.”

“Good job, Dr. Bubby!” Dr. Coomer even patted him on the shoulder.

Gordon didn’t respond. The apology was appreciated and did ease his anger a little but he wasn’t ready to accept it yet. Maybe he never would. He’d be justified in that, right? Or would that be petty? If it was, he’d earned some pettiness, right?

Before he could decide or anyone else could say anything, they were at the center. Up close the portal look of it was even more intense, begging the question of what would happen upon stepping through? Where did it lead?

Other-Gordon made a ‘follow me’ gesture before immediately stepping through. No hesitation or pausing for further discussion and/or explanation about why they were going through it. He was just that confident that it would be fine.

Not just not afraid but seemingly enthused, Dr. Coomer followed suit with a loud, “Let’s a-go!”

Tommy and then Bubby went next, leaving just Barney and Gordon.

He took a breath to ask if they were really going to do this. It was very sudden after all and unlike Barney, Gordon hadn’t been brought up to date on everything that was going on here. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to go with them, traveling with just Barney had been rather nice. Before he could get a single syllable out though, Barney stepped through too. Damn it. With the only other option to stay here alone with the aliens that weren’t currently trying to kill him but all the others he’d seen of their kind had, Gordon followed.

The light was almost exactly the same as the teleport to Xen except green instead of yellow. Thankfully there was no fall this time. His boot instead landed on something solid and flat. Darkness reinserted itself around him. Or no, not darkness, the blinding light was gone, replaced by artificial lighting.

They were inside a large building made of the same coloured stone as the buildings in the previous settlement. A factory maybe? Judging based off the large alien machines taking up much of the space within. Or maybe this was a place like Black Mesa but a bit more open and run by the Vonneguts.

The group had spread out a bit but not much. Vonneguts gathered around them, way too many as far as Gordon was concerned. If they decided to attack, it would be a tough battle – there were more of them but they didn’t have guns and thus it wouldn’t be particularly easy for them either. They didn’t seem inclined towards violence though but instead curiosity. Hovering around with the relatable air of wanting to see what was going while trying not to be in the way or cause a disturbance. It made them less scary at least.

One of them was having some kind of gestured communication with other-Gordon. What it might be trying to convey, Gordon couldn’t guess, especially since last through, he was only catching the end of it. Other-Gordon nodded before turning, signing something at Barney and then immediately turning back around to start walking, trusting the rest of them to follow. Not that there was anything else to do.

“Uh,” Barney said as the lot of them fell into following, “he says he thinks they’re leading us to the tower. So I guess that means we’re going in the direction they point us towards.”

“And we’re just gonna trust them?” Gordon certainly didn’t want to. “What if it’s a trap?”

Other-Gordon had to have heard him but he didn’t even turn his head to acknowledge it. Instead it was Tommy who answered. “Well the uh, Vonneguts are being mind controlled by the balloon guys so it makes sense they’d want us to kill the big boss alien, right? If the big boss alien dies then maybe they get to be free.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Having one thing explained didn’t make any of the rest of it make sense. “Could we slow down a bit and talk some more about stuff? Like what the hell’s happening here.”

No one stopped or even slowed. “Get used to this, Gordon,” Bubby said as he sidled up to walk beside him. “This guy, the other you, is like this all the damn time. He makes me look patient and that’s saying something. It’s batshit. I like you more.”

Gordon didn’t particularly want Bubby to like him more. In fact, he’d prefer it if Bubby liked him less if that meant not having to deal with his willingness to be betray people anymore. Before he could say so though, Dr. Coomer interrupted.

“Hello, Gordon! Bubby’s right. Not-Gordon lives firmly by the ‘no rest for the wicked’ philosophy. He even slept for only four hours before waking up and deciding it was time to go. He did very good on the box moving puzzle though.”

“Also,” Tommy said, “you said you didn’t know what I meant about the Vonneguts. As you can see they’re uh, friends now, right? Well there’s these guys with big heads that float in the air, I’ve decided to call them balloon guys because they’re heads are like balloons, they can mind control them. Which I think is why we’re trusting the Vonneguts now. I don’t really know. We’re just kinda following the other you. But he wants to kill the alien boss guy whose been sending the aliens to Earth to kill people. That’s why we’re here. And we think it’s in the tower so that’s why we’re going there.”

“Thank you, Tommy.” That made the rush make sense at least. The sooner all that was taken care of, the better. And turns out Gordon didn’t need to feel bad about having abandoned the journey to fix stuff because he was back on it. Not that he’d be much help in killing the ‘alien boss’ but where else was he going to go?

But apparently, alternate-Gordon had never abandoned that quest. He seemed eager to follow it.

Bubby lowered his voice to a near whisper so that only the four of them in the rear could hear – apparently Gordon had been upgraded to being one of his whisper buddies despite not wanting to be his buddy at all anymore. “We could probably stop following. I don’t think he’d care. He’d just keep going. But we’re here now and something tells me sticking with him is our best bet for getting back to Earth. Which Earth is a question now though. His or ours?”

“I think I’d like to see his Earth.” Dr. Coomer as was typical for him didn’t lower his voice. “Or some other alternate Earth. It’s quite fascinating to have the theory confirmed, don’t you think, Gordon?”

“Uh… yeah. Fascinating.” It would’ve been nice to know that while he’d actually been there so he could pay attention and figure out more differences and whatnot. Maybe when all this was over, he’d make all that his field of study… assuming enough of Black Mesa survived to allow him to.

~

As they walked, the separation between their two groups became more pronounced. Not in distance but in feel. Barney wanted to catch up with his pal, fill him in on his adventure through the facility. So he stuck with other-Gordon in the lead, chatting at him in a low voice as they walked just fast enough to be uncomfortable. Which left Gordon with his old companions, trailing slightly behind.

That was fine, understandable even. But things had been much more peaceful when it had just been Gordon and Barney. This was probably better though; Gordon’s dead weight was easier to bear by a group. He didn’t have to depend on a single guy to keep him safe. And Benrey wasn’t here so that was nice. Also with how fast the pace other-Gordon set was, antics weren’t nearly as easy to fall into because there was no time to stop and mess with anything.

It would’ve been awesome if there was though. They were just walking past cool alien stuff. How could other-Gordon possibly be so different from him as to not be eaten alive by curiosity over it? Yeah, they were on an important mission but alien science stuff was right here to look at and they were just walking past it without even slowing down.

A good reason for that pace made itself known when the first ambush hit. Gordon and Barney had had a few instances of hostile aliens teleporting in on them. This was immediately different though, more than double the numbers. Including the aforementioned balloon guys who did indeed turn the Vonneguts – who’d scattered as soon as the teleporting had started – against them.

Gordon hid behind one of the alien machines, letting the rest of them take care of it. Cowardly but what the hell else was he supposed to do? He did peek though. Other-him handled the violence with far more competence and grace than he ever could’ve hoped for even with two hands. How were they the same guy? He was composed in the midst of battle and good at it while Gordon had only ever flailed when fighting anything other than the ‘ropes’ and headcrabs. But now he was useless while other him was a badass.

Bringing down the last balloon guy ended the Vonneguts’ assault. From there the fight was basically won. Gordon waited until it was before creeping out of his hiding. “What the hell was that?”

“Yeah, holy cow,” Barney said as he reloaded his gun. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many in one place before.”

Other-Gordon didn’t even wait for him to finish speaking before turning and resuming their journey. Apparently trusting them to follow and/or didn’t care if he left anyone behind. Gordon followed but… “Seriously? We’re not gonna take a break after that?” Other-him was that unbothered?

“That’s just how it is now,” Tommy explained. “I think the thing sending them knows we’re getting closer and it doesn’t like that. So it’s uh… it’s trying real hard to kill us.”

“So joining up with you guys is actually more dangerous instead of less. Great. Awesome.” Gordon shouldn’t be surprised though. All the bad things lately just kept building on top of each other. And they were heading to a big bad thing that was probably going to be the crowning spire atop that tower of awful. At least Benrey was still missing though. Maybe the one good thing here would be him staying gone forever.

Which was actually possible because after one portal traversal there was no way he’d know where to go to meet back up with them. So ha, joke’s on him, he gets to stay stuck in Xen for the rest of his life where he can’t be a nuisance to Gordon or anyone else ever again.

~

There was one more ambush before they reached what seemed to be the end of whatever kind of building they were in. Another portal was positioned there, its attendants had clearly known they were coming. They were ushered through with little ceremony. Gordon didn’t let himself hesitate this time, going through right after his alternate.

It was the exact same as before, step through, blinding light as his feet found the stone floor of a different location. Far from normal but with how odd everything was, portals seemed almost expected.

He blinked as his vision cleared. More Vonneguts hovered around, curious but careful not to get too close, presumably a message had been sent to them. Beyond them, they were outside again, in another alien settlement, like the last but bigger. The purple and blue sky yawned overhead, gorgeous and alien as ever. The tower now took up much more of the view. Gordon was no expert but several miles’ travel had to have been made towards it. It was still a good distance away and once there, the question of how they would…

“Yo, two?”

Gordon froze. That voice… He turned, taking a breath to shout something, maybe an insult, but it died in his throat at the sight of Benrey. How the fuck had he gotten so big?

He sat crossed legged in the center of the new little alien town, a few feet behind the portal. Resting his head in the palm in his hand he leaned down to look at Gordon and his alternate with obvious interest. “If there’s two that must mean one of you is the real one, right?”

Other-Gordon looked up at him but didn’t flinch. Either not surprised or just that good at hiding it. Regardless of which it was, he certainly wasn’t frightened.

Gordon took a deep breath squared up his shoulders. He could be brave and chill about this development too. Also, he was mad at Benrey and had a right to be. No fear or running, only anger! “What do you mean ‘real’? We’re both real just like you’re a real fucking piece of shit, asshole! Fuck you!” Ah, that felt a bit better.

Benrey turned his full attention onto Gordon as he cackled manically. “Finally, dude! You’re back. I looked for you all over but all I found was a blood trail leading to dumb box that didn’t even work anymore. It just did some sparks and stuff when I closed the door. It was dumb.” Wait, he’d not only looked but had tried to follow Gordon to the other reality too? “Which uh… isn’t allowed by the way. Leaving blood all over the floor is like graffiti, basically. And you broke a machine thingy. So you’re gonna have to um, fix that or pay for it or something.” Of course that was why. He didn’t feel bad, he just wanted to badger Gordon more.

“Fuck you! You fucking betrayed me. So go… fuck yourself or something, I don’t know.” Maybe Gordon should go back to being afraid but the anger felt better and other-Gordon was still standing right there, unfazed. He couldn’t be a coward in front of his badass alternate self.

“Oh, yeah,” Tommy said, drawing Gordon’s attention back down to him and Dr. Coomer who’d come through the portal behind him. “We forgot to tell you that Benrey’s big now for some reason. Hey Benrey.” He lifted a hand in a wave.

“Hey Tommy. Look, it’s the original Gordon. The one that doesn’t have his passport. And, uh…” He leaned in a bit closer, “looks like he doesn’t have his hand anymore either. What uh, happened there, huh?”

“You know perfectly well what fucking happened!” Gordon drew the gun and… didn’t fire immediately despite wanting to because it was awkward in his hand. He aimed as best he could and then fired it! Whether he hit Benrey or not was impossible to say because he didn’t react at all. He made for a big target though so probably he had been hit… maybe.

Barney had apparently come through right at that moment. “Whoa, what’s…” He’d drawn his gun as he turned but paused because who could look at Benrey and be normal about it? “What the heck?”

“That’s Benrey,” Gordon explained as he holstered his useless gun. “I don’t know why he’s so big either.” And he probably wasn’t going to get an answer because nothing else about Benrey made sense.

“Yo, it’s Barney.”

“You know me?”

“Yeah, I stole your uniform and name tag, remember? You got real mad about it. Or uh… maybe you’re the Barney from boring-Gordon’s world or whatever.”

“Ah-ha! You admitted it! You’re not a real security guard.” Gordon almost couldn’t believe he’d just come out and said it like that.

“Um… no. I’m a real security guard.”

“You just said you stole his uniform. That means you can’t be a real guard because if you were you’d have had a uniform issued to you and thus wouldn’t have needed to steal one. So checkmate, dude. You lost.” Except he was giant now so a real fight would go in his favor every time. But he’d still admitted to being a thief so Gordon had won this particular battle of wits.

“I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, bro. Stealing’s wrong. I would never do that.”

“You literally just said that you did!” Gordon looked around at every looking at him – all of them were through the portal now – even the Vonneguts were staring. “You guys heard him, right? He just said he stole Barney’s uniform. Proving what he’s saying now wrong as well as proving he’s not a real guard.”

“Nuh-uh. I never said that.”

“Did you really think he was a real guard?” Bubby asked. “I mean, it’s pretty obvious he’s not. How are you that much of a dumbass?”

“Look when I first met him he seemed… He was standing where a real guard would stand, okay? So I assumed he was one. That doesn’t make me a dumbass. That makes me rational because why would I assume a not real guard was where a real one was supposed to be? Especially when there was a real one there too who didn’t seem bothered by his presence. And it doesn’t matter anyway because he just admitted to stealing a guard uniform. Which he would only have bothered to do if he didn’t have one of his own.”

“Nah, bro, you’re hallucinating or something.”

Ignoring him, Gordon continued. “So he’s basically admitting to not being a real security guard. Meaning all this bullshit he’s been harassing me about, my passport and I’m not supposed to be here or whatever, is null and void. He doesn’t have a case anymore and never actually had one to begin with.”

Barney walked over to stand next to Gordon. “I believe you, pal. And he did just admit to stealing my alternate’s uniform so uh… Benrey, buddy, stop lying.”

“Thank you!” Gordon was about ready to hug him. Finally someone who was fully on his side.

“I don’t lie. Can’t in fact ‘cause uh… just can’t, you know? I’m not human and lying’s a human thing. And I’m not one so um… uh… Hey uh… fun-Gordo, what happened to your hand? Hasn’t grown back yet, huh? Why’s that?”

“Don’t you fucking change the subject, asshole. You fucked up and you can’t take that back.”

“Ah, I get it, you’re trying to be difficult to distract from uh… stealing stuff. Yeah, you wanna steal stuff from my new pomegranate buddies. But I’m not gonna let ya.”

“You know what? Fuck you. We’re here on an important world saving mission so we don’t have time for this shit. Goodbye.” With his best sassy dismissive hand wave, Gordon turned and walked away. In hindsight, he should’ve done that as soon as he saw Benrey. Better late than never though.

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