#especially this goddamn broken foot!!

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my brain is trying to self-sabotage more, bleh. It's telling me not to go to class, but if I don't, that just gives me more time to worry about homelessness.

I can't do much else right now. I've reached out to like 13 more places, so that's about 26 total, and I have a tour Thursday with someone who might be willing to work with me on the security deposit. I've resubmitted my grant application and there's a chance, a small chance, they can get to it before the end of the year despite the four month like. Thing. Process.

It is kinda funny how I function while having a breakdown. Still trying to problem solve as things are falling apart and I'm sobbing. I am glad I was sent from work yesterday though, and my manager is willing to help too. There'll be some adaptions to my projects, to save a little money, but I'll figure it out.

maybe this is why time loop y/n has my brain in a stranglehold. Having to function despite feeling like everything is a downward spiral. It's so fucking hard sometimes. a lot of times. but you have to keep going.

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Smoke Eater - Part 1

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.

Happy Hispanic Heritage Month!! 🥳❤️‍🔥 You guys really warmed my heart with all the excitement for this story. I'm very happy to bring you the first chapter. I hope it doesn't disappoint! 😘

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Word Count: 4,000 Warnings: Tense situations, brief mention of claustrophobia, and a good old-fashioned meet cute.

Part 1: "Class and Style"

Come on, come on, come on!

The toe of your heeled foot tapped on the floor as you, once again, waited for the elevator to make its slow climb back up to the 22nd floor.

In your hand was a tray carrying two steaming lattes: one small, plain hazelnut, and the other a venti caramel frappe with all the sugary bells and whistles. Complete with extra whipped cream, because your boss was a goddamn child.

I shouldn’t even be getting his coffee, you thought sourly. This is his assistant’s job!

And if this elevator didn’t climb any faster, having to stop at Starbucks during your meager lunch break for your boss’s morning fix would make you late for a very important sales meeting.

“Let’s go, Betsy. Come on,” you muttered. “You can do it.”

Yes, you’d named the contraption that usually managed to carry you all the way to your correct floor. When she wasn’t broken down for maintenance. 

The four walls of the narrow elevator shook and creaked as it cleared the 20th floor. You inhaled sharply, but resisted the urge to grab the inner guardrail. This thing was old, just like the rest of the building.

But then, Betsy screeched and made an abrupt stop.

You were woefully unprepared. You slid in your heels and gasped—both at the jolt, and at the hot lattes tipping out of your hand and down your blouse and skirt.

Shit!

You didn’t even have time to wince at the scalding hot coffee, as you nearly rolled an ankle in the spillage. Luckily, you were able to grab at that guardrail. You sucked in relatively even breaths as you realized what happened…

The elevator stopped, but not on your floor.

“Oh, God…” you uttered, staring up at the red, digital “21” above the metal doors. It was blinking, but not moving. Just like you weren’t moving. Which meant…you were stuck.

Okay, not a big deal. You’re fine, you thought, trying to calm yourself. All you had on you was your phone, your ID, and your credit card. You’d decided to leave your purse in your desk, since you were just walking across the street.

But that was okay! Because you still had your phone…

“No service. Of course,” you muttered, raising your phone high to try and get a bar. This elevator was a dead zone, and it always had been. Fucking hell…

So you did the only thing you could think of.

You shouted for help.

You pressed the emergency alarm, several times.

You could hear it blare and echo outside of the chamber of the elevator, but no one seemed to hear you. Your work building was huge, made up of several departments and hundreds of employees here at Savage & Co. There was always plenty going on, especially in the middle of the morning.

Maybe no one could hear you.

“All right. Don’t…don’t panic,” you told yourself. Even though your heart was beginning to pound.

You finally pressed the “Call” button outlined in red. You didn’t know if it worked; half the floor buttons on the console didn’t even light up anymore.

But to your relief, the sound of a phone line ringing echoed through the small speaker. After a few rings, someone answered.

“Fire Department.”

“Oh, God. Yes!”

With a hand on the rail, you managed to kneel down next to the speaker. Your free hand brushed a strand of hair away from your dewy face. There was no AC in here, and you were starting to sweat. Thankfully, the rest of your hair was pulled up into a clip.

“I’m stuck in one of the oldest elevators known to man,” you told the disembodied voice.

“Sorry to hear that. What’s your name?”

You gave them your name, along with the address of your company’s building. The voice promised that they were dispatching a until to come and get you out soon.

“How soon is soon?” you asked.

“…About forty-five minutes, give or take.”

Jesus Christ.

You baked inside Betsy for close to an hour. While your makeup slowly melted, you found a corner of the ground that wasn’t covered by a coffee puddle, and you pressed the alarm button at random intervals. Still, no one seemed to hear it. You used the empty coffee tray to try and fan yourself.

Your phone was also useless. You tucked that along with your credit card into your bra for safe keeping. You’d definitely missed your meeting about the prospective Zimmerman account—one you and your coworker Josh were competing to nail down, as the top performers in the sales department. You couldn’t even catch up on your emails.

Damn it, Nick’s gonna chew my head off, you thought. But then you frowned, your brows furrowing. Well, it’s his fault for not maintaining this damn building. And for ordering a damn caramel frappe! What is he, a 12-year-old girl?

Your skirt was still sticky on the side. With a sigh, you leaned your head back against the metal wall and closed your eyes. Ah, well. At least I’m not claustrophobic.

“Fire Department!” called a man’s voice from above. “Can you hear me down there?”

You gasped and opened your eyes. Your gaze raised heavenward, and you called out to the voice.

“Hello?!”

“Ah, we found you. You okay, ma’am? Are you hurt?”

“Y-Yes…” You shook your head, even though he couldn’t see it. “I mean, no. I’m not hurt.”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear,” he said. “You’re stuck between two floors, but we’re gonna get you out, all right?”

“Okay.” You sucked in a shaky breath and grabbed the rail so you could get back onto your feet. “I’m stuck on the 21st floor right?”

“Well, in between 21 and 22. Hold on one sec.”

 You stood there with bated breath, just waiting for something to happen. You heard tools whirring, felt the elevator shutter for a moment, but it didn’t budge. Until you heard a thump on the roof. You looked up, but of course you couldn’t see what was happening.

Until a square patch in the roof was unscrewed and drawn back, revealing a firefighter in almost all his gear: wearing a gray shirt tucked into navy pants, red suspenders, black boots and gloves. All he was missing was a jacket and a hardhat.

He did wear a harness, and he held another one in his gloved hand, as well as a charming, almost boyish grin on his face.

“There you are,” he greeted.

You didn’t know if it was the lack of AC, or his ridiculously handsome features, but you felt your face heat up further.

“Uh, hi,” you said, very eloquently. You offered a smile back. “Thanks for the rescue.”

“Well, we haven’t gotten there yet, but we will,” he said, still with that grin as he lowered the second harness down to you. “I’m Dean. What’s your name?”

You gave it to him as you took the harness.

“Nice to meet you, despite the circumstances,” he said. “I’m sure you didn’t have this on your bingo card today, did ya?”

You snorted in response. “Not even in my fortune cookie.”

It earned an amused look from him. Then he proceeded to instruct you on how to put the harness on around your waist and shoulders and clip the straps together.

“Okay, good. Now tug it, make sure it’s tight enough,” Dean said, motioning with his hand. You obliged him.

“Perfect.” He nodded, before crouching down and lowering his hands through the compartment. “All right, now. Just take my hands. I’m gonna pull you up.”

You looked up at him, then and at the narrow escape hatch with uncertainty.

“It’s okay,” he said, noting your reluctance (and your white-knuckle grip on the guardrail). “It’s perfectly safe.”

“Yeah, I doubt anything about this situation is safe,” you replied wryly. You glanced at the elevator’s metal walls. Even now, they groaned under Dean’s shifting weight.

“I mean, I’m sure you’re strong and all,” you said, with a vague gesturing hand at him. You couldn’t quite tell from your limited vantage point, but Dean could barely fit his broad shoulders through the hole he’d opened up. He was probably a big guy.

Still, you didn’t like the idea of your legs dangling in mid-air. 

“I’m a woman, but I’m still a full-grown person,” you said, your brows beginning to furrow in worry. “People are heavy, and this thing is rickety as hell, and that’s a really tiny window…”

“All right,” Dean gently interrupted. He looked like he was trying hard not to chuckle, and you didn’t appreciate it…even though you were biting your lip, trying not to smile too (more in embarrassment).

“I promise you, the line’s got you,” he said. And he tugged on the sturdy rope that connected to your harness.

His eyes met yours directly, firm and assuring. They were green, you noticed, even in this fluorescent lighting.

“More importantly, I’ve got you. And there’s no way I’m gonna let you fall,” he said, with what seemed like every conviction in the world. “Just take my hands.”

He leaned in further so you could reach him.

…And damn it, you believed him.

Staring into his eyes, you found the courage to suck in a deep breath and release the guardrail. You reached up and let his hands curl tightly around yours. You gripped him right back.

“All right, pull up!” he called back over his shoulder.

You couldn’t see them, but you heard the voices of other firefighters as they slowly retracted Dean’s harness line as well as yours. When he was able to plant his feet on the roof of the elevator again, you held your breath as he pulled you all the way up as well.

You lost a heel along the way though. It fell off your foot and hit the bottom of the elevator below.

“Woops,” Dean said. His arms wrapped around you, and he held you securely against him when your heel (and bare foot) also met the elevator roof, a bit awkwardly. You both peered back down through the square hole.

“Want me to get that for you?” he offered, with another one of those grins.

Now you knew you were blushing. Stop it!

You shook your head as you clung to his arms. You felt the strength in them, and it steadied you, along with the easy way about him that said he was more than comfortable with the perils of rescuing trapped women from old-ass elevators.

“Don’t even worry about it,” you told him. “I just want to get the hell out of here.”

Dean chuckled then. “I hear ya. Let’s go, then.”

He glanced up and called out to a “Benny” and a “Gordon.” You assumed they were the men securing the harnesses that held you and Dean.

“Okay. You ready, sweetheart?” Dean asked.

“Yeah,” you replied with a nod, even as you bit your lip again at the endearment. Usually when men called you sweetheart, (like your boss), it was like nails on a damn chalkboard.

But somehow, it didn’t seem so sleezy coming from the charming fireman.

You craned to looked up at his face. He was much taller than you, even with half your heels. Dean met your eyes again, and for a moment, you were tense. The elevator shaft was dark and cold, but the light from the open doors of the floor above allowed you to see his face, decorated lightly with stubble, and his brown hair that spiked to one side.

Your mouth parted, though you didn’t have a clue of what to say next…

You were saved when the lines went even more taut, and the firefighters on the floor above brought you and Dean all the way up to the 22nd floor. He helped you reach out to a bearded fireman, who supported your arms and carried you out of the elevator shaft, onto solid ground.

A small crowd had formed in the lobby. Zachariah the CFO was there, along with the building manager, and your friend Andréa, who looked both worried and relieved to see you. And even your boss, Nick, came forward to meet you once Benny and Dean helped you take off the harness.

“You’ve had a busy morning,” Nick drawled.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “You could say that.”

Technically, he was everyone’s boss: Nick Savage, CEO of Savage & Co. He’d inherited the company from his father. However, Nick believed his one sad year of college business classes made him an expert on running your sales department with a firm hand.

“Well, it’s good to see you’re all right,” he said. Though his eyes glanced down your stained, white blouse, down to your bare foot. His gaze made your spine prickle. And not in a good way.

You crossed your arms on reflex. “I know I missed the meeting—”

“We recorded it. You’ll be able to watch it later, take notes, all that good stuff,” he said, his head tilting in that lazy way of his. He gestured at you with a finger. “But, uh…once you’re done cleaning up, think you could nip back out and get me that coffee? Since, you know, you’re kind of wearing it.”

Behind you, the team of firefighters discreetly watched the scene while packing up their gear—some with curiosity and bemusement, others (namely Dean) with a subtle frown.

You were livid.

But you managed to keep it down, just beneath your skin, as you bent down and took off your remaining heel.

“I’m requesting the afternoon off as personal time,” you informed him with (mostly) all due professionalism. There was a fire in your eyes, however, that not even you could tame.

“But don’t worry,” you said. “I’ll still land the Zimmerman account by Friday.”

You turned and dropped your shoe into a nearby garbage can. You didn’t want to be reminded of your boss every time you saw the coffee stains.

Before you left, you stopped in front of Dean and the other firefighters.

“Thank you very much for all your help,” you said, giving them all a smile. Your gaze lingered on Dean, who smiled back at you and nodded, his hands resting on his belt.

“You got it, sweetheart.”

Your lips twitched. Then you continued on your way towards the exit door, to the stairwell. You shoved it open and walked bare-footed up to your office to get your purse. 

You’d left Nick silently fuming in the middle of the hall. You knew there wasn’t too much he could do with an entire crowd of witnesses.

He soon huffed and let your behavior roll off his back, as he became distracted by Zachariah and the building manager asking about the last time the elevator was properly serviced.

Meanwhile, Dean and Benny shared an amused look as their team rolled out.

Damn, Dean thought, remembering how you’d stopped in your little storm out, just to thank them. And how you’d held your head high as you walked away on bare feet.

He could admit, you had both class and style.

“Really, Grandpa. I’m fine,” you insisted.

Now in the comfort of your own home, and in your pajamas after a nice hot shower, you stirred a pot of chicken soup for your Grandpa George. He eyed you from the kitchen table with a measure of suspicion.

“Well, it’s lucky for you we’ve got a responsive Fire Department,” he said. “In the sleepy little town I grew up in, you’d be lucky if the whole damn building didn’t cave in before somebody got to ya.”

You shot him an amused look.

“Thanks. Makes me feel better about stepping into an elevator ever again.”

George seemed to consider the prospect, but he soon waved a vague hand.

“Ah, you’ll be fine,” George said, waving a hand. “Even if one of the cables snapped, you’d have three more holdin’ you up. And it should only need one cable to support the compartment, make sure the whole thing doesn’t fall to the damn ground.”

Your grandfather had been a technician for sixty years, so he knew a little thing about commercial building maintenance. However, right now, he wasn’t making you feel any better about your somewhat perilous experience. You paled a bit at the thought of cables snapping, leading to a long, Tower of Terror-style drop.

Except there’d be nothing to catch you at the bottom.

“It’s okay. I’ll just start walking up all 22 floors up to my office every day,” you said, smiling wryly. “I’ll finally have thighs like Wonder Woman.”

George laughed, though it soon ended on a cough. You eyed him with a frown as you ladled out a bowl of soup for him. You went over to him, both to set down the bowl in front of him and rub his back.

“Still with that cough. I don’t like it,” you said. “I’m making an appointment with your doctor.”

George shook his head and grabbed his glass of water.

“Just something caught in my throat.”

“Mhmm,” you replied. He was the absolute king of downplaying. It used to drive your grandma nuts.

You sighed and raised a hand to your forehead. An ache was building behind your eyes. Or maybe it had been there since you left work early today, and you were just now realizing how tightly wound your spine was.

“You okay?” George asked. You read the concern in his eyes and tried to relax your face from its scrunching.

“Yeah. Just a tension headache.”

“Hmm. Maybe you should spend less time worrying about me, and more time taking care of yourself,” he pointed out. “You had a stressful day. Why don’t you go relax? Or better yet, go out! Go see your friends. Get in a bar fight. Something productive.”

A grin curved your lips as you raised a brow.

“A bar fight would make me more productive?”

George grinned up at you. “Well, at least it’d get you out of the house.”

You pursed your lips. There was a reason you didn’t go out very often, and your grandfather knew it. You were the only one who could watch out for him now, even if he didn’t think he needed it. Your mouth opened to reply, but before you could, your cell phone rang through the house.

For a moment, the two of you stared at one another. Until George raised his brows.

“You should get that, huh?” he said.

You narrowed your eyes at him, despite your small smile, and you raised a finger as you went to get your purse over in the living room.

“We’re not done, old man,” you said over your shoulder.

“Oh, believe me. I know,” he grumbled, delving into his soup with a spoon.

Meanwhile, you fished your phone out of your purse and answered. A genuine, if tired smile graced your lips. It was your best friend, Andréa. She worked with you at Savage & Co., over in Marketing as a graphic designer.

As fate would have it, the two of you were hired on the same day five years ago. She’d invited you to lunch that day, and from then on, you two had been rocking through corporate life like Thelma and Louise—if Thelma had been a Greek artist and Louise had been a sarcastic saleswoman. 

“Hey, Dre,” you greeted.

“Hello, my love. Congratulations for surviving your near-death experience, and getting to serve Nick Savage a bit of humble pie,” she teased. “I thought you were going to lobby your Prada heel at his head.”

You huffed and plopped down on the couch with your feet up on the coffee table.

“First of all, let’s not be too dramatic. I was stuck in an elevator, not a Chilean mine shaft,” you said wryly. “Second, you really think I would throw away Prada? Even if it was coffee stained… Those were just my $30 Steve Maddens.”

And yet, they had been your most comfortable heels. Maybe you should just find some sensible flats in the back of your closet and be done with it. But you liked the height and confidence that a nice pair of heels gave you—especially in that office filled with “Mad Men” wannabes.

Every male on your sales team thought he was Jon Hamm in a room full of George Costanzas.

Nick Savage was the worst out of all of them.

You dealt with it, however, and sometimes even thrived on being the only woman on the team. Mostly because you needed your job.

It paid well enough, but most of it went into the upkeep of your grandparents’ old house, and for the past few years, their extensive medical bills…

“Still, at least you got a Mission Impossible-style rescue out of it,” said Andréa. Her tone turned both leading and flirtatious. “Tell me you got that fireman’s number. Dear God Almighty, what a Grade-A Hottie.”

You chortled through your blush at remembering Dean, the firefighter who saved you. You could admit, he’d been one fine specimen of a man.

“Grade-A Hottie. What are we, in middle school?” you retorted. “Besides, he was just doing his job.”

“Ugh, you’re so pragmatic it hurts,” your friend lamented. “You really need to live a little, while you’re still hot and firm.”

You laughed fully at that one. “Yeah, I think taking the stairs from now on will help with the ‘firm’ bit.”

Just like the strength of the firefighter’s hold had been. You’d felt entirely secure after he’d pulled you up on the elevator roof. His arms had reassured you even more than the harness, if you thought about it. (And your face heated up further at said thought.)

“I do wish I could say thank you again, somehow,” you mused out loud, not really thinking about who exactly you were talking to.

“Oh, yeah?” Andréa said. You could practically hear her mischievous grin. It made you slightly nervous. “Well, it’s not unheard of for a grateful civilian to stop by a firehouse. You could bring him lunch or something!”

“Ah, I don’t know about that,” you said. Your instinct was to withdraw inward at the thought of putting yourself out there like that. Besides, you didn’t want to bother him while he was at work.

“What’re you talking about? Firefighters love food! Believe me, my cousin Meg is a paramedic,” Andréa said. Then she gasped. “Oh, girl. I have the perfect idea for you. Why don’t you bake something for the whole firehouse? That way it takes some of the pressure off, but you still get to see him.”

You became more contemplative then.

Bake something, huh?

Now, that you could do. Andréa knew all too well that the one thing that could get your gears turning was getting your apron on, as baking was your ultimate hobby. It made you feel creative, and damn-near stress free…

And her idea wasn’t too shabby, the more you thought about it. It was something kind that you knew you could do. And more than anything, you really did just want to say thank you, one more time.

You smiled.

“Okay. I think we have a plan.” However, your smile soon fell. “Wait, I have no idea what firehouse he works at.”

“Hmm, my cousin might know,” Andréa said. “Let me reach out to her…what’s his name again?”

“Dean,” you replied. Another small smile reached your lips, against your will.

“His name was Dean.”

AN: Ah, the first chapter! Launching a new story is always so exciting! 🥰 What did you think of the reader and Dean's first meeting?

Also, feel free to imagine Mark Pellegrino's "Nick" for this (I am). He didn't have a last name on the show, so I created one for this story, as he's going to be an important antagonist throughout.

And just so you guys know, my knowledge of the inner workings of fire departments and law enforcement will largely come from my own research and being a huge fan of procedurals, like Chicago Fire, Chicago Med, Law & Order, etc.

Yes, aspects are fictionalized on those shows, but a lot of it is rooted in real-life protocol and stories. All the love and respect for creator/executive producer Dick Wolf. 😂

...Oh, and the elevator scene was inspired by true events. (Yes, I've been stuck in an elevator before. ��� Two ridiculously hot firefighters pulled me out, but by then I was melting from the lack of AC, had no makeup, and was dressed like a female!Dean, plaid and all lmao.)

Anywho...

Next Time:

“Protect and serve,” Dean teased back. “That’s our motto, you know.”

“Isn’t that for police officers?” you quipped.

He chuckled a bit. “Hey, if the shoe fits.”

“Well…” you considered that with a tilt of your head, more seriously than he expected you to. You met him with a more earnest gaze. “I think it does.”

Right then, Dean had a feeling, deep in his gut, that he needed to know you.

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contents : she did infact slipped, stubborn oc?, hospital visit, broken ankle, fluff no smut for now, swearing.

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"Knock, knock!" Jungkook yells, pounding on the door.

I hurried toward it, but just as my hand touched the doorknob, my foot slipped. "Shit!" I gasped, losing my balance and crashing to the floor. Pain shot through my ankle. "Jungkook!" I cried out, clutching it. "It's—fuck! It's open!"

The door swung open, and Jungkook rushed in, his wide eyes darting between me and the floor. "What—what happened?" he asked, panic evident in his voice as he crouched down next to me.

I winced, trying to steady my breathing. "I slipped... Goddamn it, it hurts."

His brows furrowed as he scanned me, clearly debating his next move. "Let's get you to a hospital," he said firmly, sliding an arm under me.

I groaned in frustration. "I'm in my nightdress, Jungkook!" I lightly swatted at his shoulder, but he ignored me, easily lifting me up.

at the hospital

"This is not how I wanted my day to go," I muttered, lying on the emergency room bed as the nurses gently pressed an ice pack against my swollen ankle.

Jungkook stood beside me, arms crossed. "Why was there a wet spot on your floor anyway?"

I froze, my mind flashing back to last night.

Flashback

I wandered around my apartment with a half-empty glass of wine in hand. As I gestured dramatically—talking to absolutely no one—red liquid sloshed over the rim and splattered onto the floor.

"Shit," I muttered, staring at the mess. But instead of cleaning it up, I shrugged. "Eh, I'll deal with it tomorrow."

Back to the present

I awkwardly laughed, avoiding Jungkook's gaze. "No idea," I lied.

Before he could press me further, the doctor entered, clipboard in hand. "Hi there," he greeted us cheerfully. Jungkook shook his hand politely.

"Your girlfriend here—"

"We're friends," I corrected quickly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jungkook shift in his chair, his jaw tightening at the word friends.

"Friends?" he repeated under his breath, the word heavy with unspoken emotion.

The doctor cleared his throat, glancing at the clipboard. "So, based on the examination and X-rays, you've sustained a Grade 2 ankle sprain. Essentially, that means the ligaments in your ankle are partially torn, which is why you're experiencing significant swelling and pain."

I blinked at him, trying to process the word torn. Jungkook leaned in, listening intently.

"The good news," the doctor continued, "is that there's no fracture. However, you'll need to stay off the ankle as much as possible for the next two to three weeks to allow it to heal properly. Ice packs and elevation will help reduce the swelling, and we'll provide you with a brace for support."

I frowned. "Two to three weeks?!"

The doctor nodded, his expression calm but firm. "Yes. In terms of mobility, you'll need assistance getting around, especially during the first week. The pain and limited joint stability will make even basic tasks like walking difficult. That's why I strongly recommend having someone stay with you during this time."

Before I could respond, Jungkook immediately spoke up. "I'll stay with her."

I turned to him, wide-eyed, then looked back at the doctor. "Wait, what?! I have work! I can't just take two weeks off!"

The doctor gave me a sympathetic look. "I understand, but if you push yourself and don't give your ankle time to heal, the injury could worsen. Recovery should be your priority right now. I'm sure your employer will understand- it's a medical necessity."

I groaned, slumping back onto the bed in defeat as Jungkook gently squeezed my hand. "Don't worry, I'll explain it to your boss if I have to," he reassured me.

The doctor smiled briefly. "That's the spirit. Follow these guidelines, and you should be back on your feet soon enough. You're free to go once the nurse brings your brace. Any other questions?"

I shook my head silently, my frustration evident, while Jungkook nodded politely.

I sighed, defeated. The doctor finished up his instructions (none of which I could process in my current state of annoyance), and soon, we were on our way.

In the car

I leaned back in the passenger seat, arms crossed. "So, not only did I not get laid, but I also have a busted ankle. great."

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. "You're so stubborn"

As the car slowed at a red light, he glanced over at me. "I'm staying at your place for the next two weeks."

My head snapped toward him. "What?! No, you don't have to—"

"The doctor said you need company," he cut me off.

"I'm not a child, Jungkook!" I exclaimed.

"I know you're not," he shot back, his voice calm but firm. "But you have a sprained ankle. Either you stay at my apartment, or I stay at yours. Your choice."

I groaned, slumping in my seat. "Fine," I muttered, defeated.

A satisfied grin spread across his face. "Stubborn."

"Annoying," I fired back.

But as the car rolled toward my apartment, I couldn't help but feel a small twinge of comfort knowing he'd be there. Even if he was infuriating.

tags??

[winchesterszvonecek]

could you do a connor piece with these two prompts? theyre not from the same list so i hope thats okay 🩷

"I'm not gonna let you cum no matter how much you want it."

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“So, what's going on between you and [name] recently? You guys seem to have gotten close all of a sudden."

and its like the reader is a firefighter at 51 and close to kelly or casey / got closer to one of them and yeah :)

All Yours - [ Connor Rhodes ] 18+

Prompt: “So, what’s going on between you and [name] recently? You guys seem to have gotten close all of a sudden.” + “I’m not gonna let you cum no matter how much you want it.”

Word Count: 2550 i couldn’t stop myself

Warnings: female!reader, strong language, jealousy, possessiveness, smut - [ vaginal fingering, oral - fem!receiving, edging, dirty talk… so much dirty talk, unprotected sex ]

A/N: i was so nervous to post this cause it feels so goddamn filthy but i did it anyway so hopefully y’all enjoy it and i didn’t go way off the rails lmao

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You knew something was wrong the minute you got into the car and Connor hadn’t immediately kissed your cheek then asked you how your shift was. You could tell simply by the way he stayed silent the whole ride home, his hands gripping the steering wheel with such force that his knuckles had turned white and you were surprised they hadn’t broken through his skin.

It was unlike him to not ask you a hundred questions revolving around your day at work, and even more unlike him not to kiss you, so if you hadn’t been suspicious enough, then his stiff posture and lack of eye contact with you would have been evidence enough. And when he didn’t place his hand on your thigh each time you stopped at a red light, you knew you were in trouble, only you had no idea why.

You didn’t know what was bothering him, what you could have done to make him this way, and in all honesty you were scared to ask which is why you stayed as quiet as he did during the ride home. But the second you stepped foot into your shared apartment, where you’d just about managed to find the courage to ask him what was wrong, Connor beat you to it and he wasn’t at all subtle in hiding his obvious annoyance over what he’d seen when he came to pick you up.

“So, what’s going on between you and Casey recently? You guys seem to have gotten close all of a sudden.” Connor asked, his tone a little bitter as he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the couch as you tilted your head a little, ignoring the anger that built inside him when you laughed softly.

“Me and Casey?” You shook your head, glancing briefly around the room before your eyes landed back on him. “Connor, I’ve told you this before, he’s my Lieutenant, that’s it. Nothing more” You added, scoffing a little at the insinuation he was so clearly making as you made your way to the bedroom, deciding you’d heard enough of what he had to say.

You’d had this conversation with him once before when he caught Casey hugging you in the hospital after a rough call and that hadn’t gone well so he could forgive you for not wanting to go down that road again.

“Oh really? Well it seems to me like he thinks differently… Especially if the way he looked at you when I picked you up said anything on the matter.” Connor said with a touch more anger as he followed you into the room, even the sight of the eighty-one shirt covering your torso enough to have his blood boil over the memory of how Casey had looked at you.

“How he looked at me?” You repeated, your tone matching his as you couldn’t believe he was making you go through this again. “Tell me Connor, how was he looking at me? Cause if it was anything less than with drool coming from his mouth then I don’t want to hear it.”

“He might as well have been drooling.” Connor scoffed, pulling his shirt over his head with such haste that he was surprised his head hadn’t come off with it. “The way he watched you… Practically fucking you with his eyes right in front of me.”

“For God sakes, Connor.” You muttered in frustration, pulling your own shirt off and tossing it in the hamper. All you wanted was a quiet morning after work, but it appeared as though your fiancée thought otherwise and little did you know… “How many times do I have to tell you? Casey does not want to fuck me. And even if he did…”

Unaware that Connor had been moving towards you, your words were cut off when you suddenly felt your chest hit hard against the wall, sending a tingle down your front which quickly made its way between your legs when you felt Connor push up against you, lifting your hands to pin them above your head, making you unable to see how he stared at you the very same way he’d accused Casey of.

“What? Would you let him fuck you?” He whispered, his voice so deep he was practically growling as he attached his lips to your neck, the pure heat coursing through your veins making you unable to reply.

You could feel his free hand snake around your waist, his fingertips trailing down your stomach before they delved beneath your trousers, ghosting over your already throbbing pussy and causing a soft moan to escape your lips as you leaned back against him, his hardened bulge pressing firmly against your ass.

“Would you let him pin you down in his office and fuck that tight little pussy of yours?” Connor whispered into your ear, his teeth digging gently into your lobe as he tugged on it, hearing the muttered swear words that left your lips in response. “Answer me baby… If he wanted to… Would you let your Lieutenant fuck you?”

“No.” You gasped softly at the coldness of his fingers as they pushed aside your panties, trailing themselves painfully slowly across your soaking slit as Connor made sure not to touch your clit as he wanted to hear you beg for it. “No I wouldn’t.”

“And why’s that?” Connor asked in intrigue as he always thought you had a little school girl crush on Casey before you met him. He pulled his hand from your panties and flipped you round, once again pinning your hands firmly above your head. The first thing he noticed about you was the lust that had blown wide in your pupils, your breathing heavy as you all but panted which only had him straining that much more against his pants.

“Because…” You breathed out, clenching your legs to try and feel some friction against the raving heat beneath them. “…you’re the only one I want to fuck me… The only one whose cock I want to feel inside me.”

“Hm, good answer.” Connor hummed in satisfaction, pressing his lips hard against you as you all but devoured each other. His hold on your hands faltered, allowing them to fall to your sides before you moved to unbuckled his belt, the only thing he allowed you to do before he took your hands in his, stilling your motions. “Not so fast… I think you deserve a little punishment beforehand, don’t you?”

“Punishment? For what?” You asked, almost finding yourself angry again as you thought you’d made it clear to him that you’d never dream of cheating on him with Casey. That was, until you saw the way he smirked, his eyes darkening as he imagined all the ways he could have you squirming beneath him and that’s when you knew you were done for.

“For being so goddamn hot that every guy who meets you wants to fuck you.” And with that, the words that had you smiling like crazy, Connor lifted you off your feet and threw you down onto the bed, towering over you as his hands roamed across your skin, feeling the hotness of it mix with that of his cold hands.

He gripped the cups of your bra, pulling it down to allow your breasts to spill over the edge, his mouth cupping one of them instantly whilst his hand went to the other, kneading it softly as he flicked and pinched at the hardened bud between his fingers, making you hum softly as your threaded your fingers through his hair.

You were already a soaking mess by the time he moved lower, his fingers hooking around the waistband of both your pants and your panties, which he pulled off you in one quick motion before he got to his knees, spreading you open to see the glistening sight that was your pussy.

“Look at you.” Connor teased, pacing soft kisses up your inner thigh, his stubble scratching you lightly as his arm slid across your stomach, holding you down to stop you from arching your back too high. “Absolutely dripping… And all for me.”

“Only you, baby.” You gasped, followed by a low moan as he slipped one finger inside you, which was enough for you to almost lose your train of thought. “Fuck… Only for you.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Connor chuckled, in a way that told you that you were more than likely about to have to beg for your life. “Now be a good girl and moan for me while I fuck my fingers into your pretty little pussy.”

You did what you were told as he slid a second finger into you, knuckle deep before he pulled back, thrusting them into you once again and keeping a steady rhythm. The noises they made were not at all quiet as you knew how wet you were, how absolutely soaking you got when he took control like this, but then again, neither were you.

Your moans echoed off the walls, probably reaching the neighbours which you’d normally be embarrassed about but right now you didn’t care. You were simply in heaven as he continued to finger fuck you, curling them slightly to hit that sweet spot inside you. It had barely been a minute before you already found yourself clenching tightly around his fingers, about to come harder than you’d ever done before.

That was, until Connor pulled them out, making you whine at the loss of contact and look down at him, just in time to see him suck the glisten of you off his fingers.

“Oh, did you think I was gonna let you give in so quickly?” He asked, moaning softly at the taste of you on his fingers as he licked them once again. “Baby, I’m not gonna let you come no matter how much you want it.”

The second the words left his lips he’d attached them to your pussy, sucking gently on your clit before his tongue worked its way downwards. Eating you out like you were his first meal in days which had you whimpering as you all but levitated off the bed, gripping the sheets for dear life as you’d never felt anything quite like how his tongue felt inside you.

Five times Connor brought you to the edge of your climax, allowing you to see briefly over the edge before he pulled you away, his mouth leaving you as you let out a stifled sob. You couldn’t take another second let alone another minute of him denying you what you wanted. You were desperate. So fucking desperate for him to make you come that you could feel your eyes stinging with tears, your lower abdomen tightening more than ever before as it slowly reached the brink of being painful.

“Connor please.” Your breath hitched as you spoke, your body shaking from the edging he was so thoroughly enjoying. “Please… I can’t… I can’t take it anymore, please let me come.”

“You want to come baby?” Connor said softly, rubbing a slow circle against your swollen clit, making you whimper quietly to yourself as your hips bucked involuntarily. “You want me to make you come?”

“Yes… Yes, please make me come.” You begged, propping yourself up on your shaky elbows to look at him. “Please… I want you to make me come so fucking bad, baby. Want you to make me come so hard I scream your name.”

“Tell me you’re mine.” Connor said seriously, unbuttoning his pants as he readied himself to make good on his promise. “Tell me you’re mine and I’ll fuck you so good you’ll scream my name loud enough that the whole city hears it.”

“I’m yours.” You said instantly, biting down hard on your lip as he pushed down his pants, freeing his already leaking and thick cock from beneath them. “I’m all yours. My heart. My pussy… All of it belongs to you.”

“Good girl.” Connor cooed, tracing his tip down your slick folds, pushing it in just a little as he smeared your arousal down the length of it. “Now get on your hands and knees.”

You moved quicker than before, barely settling yourself down on your knees before you felt him come up behind you, his erection brushing against your inner thigh as he settled himself nicely behind you, the bed the perfect height to allow him to stand which you knew meant he wasn’t going to be gentle at all. And right now, right now you wanted it rough.

“Give it to me, baby… Let me feel that thick cock in my tight little pussy.” You murmured, knowing that you talking dirty always riled him up, which it did as the second the words left your lips he’d pushed into, bottoming out in one quick motion and he was anything but slow as he began to pound mercilessly into you.

Your back arched, your chin pushed deep into the mattress as you bit down onto it, stifling your cries as your body trembled in pure pleasure, the slight pain of Connor’s roughness and lack of allowing you to adjust to his size only adding to the heat that pumped through your veins.

“Fuck… Yes baby, give it to me. Fucking give it to me. Yes.” You cried out, pushing your ass out further before you felt a sharp sting across it, Connor having slapped it before digging his fingers deep into the flesh of it, sure to leave bruises come the next morning.

“Taking it so good, baby.” Connor groaned, his hips moving furiously as he continued to slam into you, the sound of how wet your pussy was like music to his ears, as were your moans which he’d never heard quite as pleasure driven before. He could feel you clamping down around him, about to burst any second now as he gave you exactly what you wanted. “That’s it, sweetheart, come for me.”

As though on command, you clamped down fully, pure ecstasy flowing fast throughout your veins as you came harder than ever before, making good on your word of screaming his name as you couldn’t help but allow it to cross your lips. You couldn’t begin to describe this moment, your head was fuzzy, your eyes were clouded over in white as you felt your very spirit leave your body, and for a second you thought you’d ascended into heaven, that was until your name slipping from Connor’s lips as he came inside you pulled you back to reality.

“Fuck, Connor…” You exhaled, no air left in your burning lungs as he’d fucked it all out of you. “I think… I think… God, I don’t even know what to think.” Your body fell flat against the bed, your thighs sticking together from a mixture of yourself and Connor, whose release was slowly dripping out of you.

Connor chuckled, flipping your now limp body over so you lay on your back, making it easy for him to see your flushed face as he towered over you, gently brushing his thumb across your lips before he spoke.

“You know what I think… I think… You did so well in letting everyone in Chicago know that you're mine… And mine only.”

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Summary: What happens when you have the most steamy, lewd, and passionate phone sex with one of the most notorious villains to step foot on this earth?

Villain!All Might/Reader

18+ readers only

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[DISCLAIMER: The characters respectfully belongs to the creator of 僕のヒーローアカデミア Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia, Kohei Horikoshi.

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MATURE CONTENT WARNING:

This fanfiction is intended for mature audiences only.

This story contains explicit adult sexual content. If you are easily offended or are under the age of 18, please leave now. Reader discretion is advised.

•••°°°°••••°°°°••••

As the seconds turned to minutes…

And as the minutes turned to hours…

Your work day seemed to drag on endlessly. You made it a habit to check your phone for the time repeatedly. A few instances, you assumed that the clock was broken. It did not help that the summer season brought upon the worst bout of humidity across the city. Most of the air conditioning units had to be prepared due to over exertion of energy that it generated.

So that meant that most of the employees were stuck dealing with a small rotating fan for the time being.

You just had to grin and bear the heat. Hydration was also important. You made sure that you had a nice tall water bottle supplied on your desk. Your coworkers utilized spare stacks of paper, empty binders and folders to construct makeshift handheld fans.

‘Oh happy fucking day! The best time for the goddamn a/c to go down.’ That snarky side of you wanted to bellow that sentence out loud to everyone in the office but you decided to keep your tongue in check. It would cause unnecessary drama as well as unnecessary arguments. Also, you did not have the mental fortitude to deal with anyone’s bullshit, especially on that day.

Your phone buzzed inside of your pocket. Stealthily, you pulled out your phone to check who was calling. A new text message arrived. It was from Toshinori. You were taken aback. You haven't heard from the man in over six months.

The reason for the break was because he became possessive over time and before things escalated, you told him that you needed some time for yourself. You made it clear from the beginning that things between you and him were strictly casual and sexual. On the outside, he appeared to be calm, almost stoic. However, how Toshi felt on the inside was a completely different story. He did not want to part ways with you, not even for a second. His blood boiled at just the mere thought of another man even looking at you let alone touch you. His mind played many scenarios of different ways of crushing the skull of any unfortunate man that had the displeasure of crossing his path.

TOSHI [7:02 P.M.]: So wet…

You could feel yourself growing slick in between your folds. 'Damn it…’ Your thumb managed to rapidly type out a quick reply to him all the while making sure that no one saw you on your phone. So far, the other's were preoccupied with their own tasks so you were in the clear for now.

YOU [7:03 P.M.]: Do you have to do this right now?

TOSHI [7:06 P.M.]: Leaking off of the tip. I've been waiting for you all day.

YOU [7:07 P.M.]: Are you really going to start with me right now? I'm at work.

TOSHI [7:10 P.M.]: I could really use those pretty lips of yours right now.

YOU [7:12 P.M.]: I don't think this is the appropriate time. I'm very busy at the moment.

There was a dull thumping sensation that resonated around your upper thighs.

TOSHI [7:15 P.M.]: Do you miss looking at it?

Then, he continued.

TOSHI [7:15 P.M.]: Touching it…

TOSHI [7:15 P.M.]: Licking it…

TOSHI [7:16 P.M.]: Because, I miss you doing all of those things with my dick.

YOU [7:17 P.M.]: You're making me wet. Please stop.

As Toshi was in the process of typing his next response, he could already feel the precum trickling down his shaft. He anticipated your response. Any response from you was a good response. He just craved to hear from you again.

TOSHI [7:20 P.M.]: I wish you could see all of the precum I just dripped for you.

You clamped your thighs tighter together, feeling your nether lips growing slick. You wished he ceased with his constant attempts at seducing you. Then, you squeezed your pelvic muscles in hopes of satiating that dull pulse in between your thighs.

YOU [7:23 P.M.]: Stop it, please. You're going to make me drip right onto my chair.

It was a good thing that your office chair was a leather one.

Your mind wandered around your desk and cubicle for an object that had a phallic shape to it. All of your toys were stored away in your drawers back at your apartment.

YOU [7:24 P.M.]: Not now. Just stop. I can't do this.

You hoped your last message made your point clear. The phone was silent for about five minutes.

Finally, a sense of relief came over you until another chime sounded off, notifying you that a new message arrived.

With much annoyance, you rolled your eyes and quickly glossed over the notification on the screen. It was at that moment you noticed a short video clip was attached to said message. With piqued curiosity, you tapped your thumb on it.

The title of the file showed a black screen before a short ten second clip proceeded to play. Your mouth watered at how long and glossy his cock looked underneath the dull bedroom light.

Once the video played, the first thing you saw was one of his large hands grip his thick pulsating dick. It was so long and the veins around the shaft were visible. "Damn, (name). Are you going to leave me alone and hard like this?" Your blond hulk of a lover rumbled out a groan from deep within his chest. That huge hand worked himself till he was unbelievably slick with his own pre-cum.

Opening up that video file was a very huge mistake on your part.

'Oh…God…Damnit…'

Heat rose in your cheeks before the sensation slowly tingled across the rest of your skin. Your nether lips grew slick.

He was adamant on making you feel hot and bothered right in the middle of your work shift. That plan was accomplished.

A moist rush pushed out of you and directly into your panties, immediately soaking the fabric.

'Shit…' Immediately, you snapped your thighs together shut. Damn him for trying to get you worked up inside of your office cubicle! So evil. So very evil.

How would that look if the people at your job saw you watching something that resembled porn? You cursed the clock because there were two hours left in your daily shift. It was two hours too long.

You rubbed your thighs together. The wetness remained along with the friction. Toshi was one of the few men that had that effect over you.

The frightening musclebound blond who towered over most people was your boy toy. A very intimidating one but a boy toy nonetheless.

The urge to get yourself off grew stronger by the second. That urge kept nagging at you over and over and you had him to thank. Once you reunited with him, he would get an earful from you.

You stood up from your chair and mumbled to the others that you would be in the restroom for a couple of minutes. “I'll be right back."

•••°°°°••••°°°°••••

The wet friction between your legs grew intense by the second. The trip to the bathroom felt like forever. Once, you shuffled yourself inside, you parked yourself in front of the mirror and sink. The coast was clear. There was no one around.

You took your left hand and lifted your skirt. Then, you stretched the fabric of your panties before you plugged your pussy with your index and middle finger. You were trying to simulate and imagine yourself getting fucked by Toshi.

Your trembling right hand reached over to your phone to tap a response text to his video.

YOU [7:34 P.M.]: I'm in the bathroom right now. I'm fucking myself. Don't have much time though…

That's when you decided to do a bit of edging yourself. You played the rest of the video footage on your phone and allowed your wildest imagination to take over from that point on.

Toshi's pre-cum made his cock look so deliciously glossy. It was so fucking gorgeous.

And those veins…

You could almost feel his veins caress your walls every time he gave your pussy slow satisfying strokes.

You would go crazy if you had the opportunity to massage his pre-cum all over his cock.

You tried to give yourself a few good pumps just to give yourself a bit more edge to the feeling. You wanted to feel like you were on the brink of cumming.

During the remainder of the video, the giant blond moaned while delivering long teasing strokes up and down on his cock. He kept groaning out your name in hunger and lust, repeatedly wishing you were there with him…

Riding him…

Sucking him…

"Yeah! Put it in me, baby. Come on." Your lustful whispers reverberated and echoed off the bathroom walls.

"Faster, baby. Faster. Work that dick faster for me…" Your fingers rapidly pounded in and out of you. You bent over as if he was behind you, ramming in and out of your dripping pussy. You knew how he liked you positioned.

You were so tempted to grab your camera phone and film yourself pleasuring your pussy with one of your favorite dildos. You were at a perfect angle to show everything.

Suddenly, the door knob clicked and turned. The sound instantly shattered and ruined that lust fueled haze that entranced you. A woman nonchalantly entered the bathroom. You stumbled a bit as you tried to fix your panties and skirt in place. Then, you turned on the faucet to wash your hands before trotting yourself out of the bathroom.

As you walked down the hallway, you typed another text out to him.

YOU [7:40 P.M.] Can you at least wait for me a little while longer? I’ll be home in two hours.

YOU [7:41 P.M.] Do me a favor and stay hard for me. Can you do that?

•••°°°°••••°°°°••••

The day was finally over. You sighed in relief, quickly trotting towards your car that was located in the parking garage.

The fabric of your panties was completely soaked by the time you reached the parking lot. Your mind kept drifting to the image of Toshi's cock…

and how hard it was…

Toshi edged himself for a couple of hours. But, he wanted to save his entire load just for you.

TOSHI [10:05 P.M.]: Where are you, baby girl?

You tried to clock out of work as fast as you could so you could finally get some space to yourself. The inside of your car would suffice for the time being.

YOU [10:10 P.M.]: I want to make myself cream in my car. Should I do it?

You were eager for Toshi's answer.

TOSHI [10:12 P.M.]: No. You're not allowed. I want you to wait like you've made me wait because it's only fair. Get your ass home now.

YOU [10:13 P.M.]: Fuck you!

TOSHI [10:14 P.M.]: You will soon.

YOU [10:16 P.M.]: It's not fair what you're doing to me. I don't think I can take it anymore. I want to touch myself but you won't let me.

TOSHI [10:18 P.M.]: Frustrated, are we? Well, the sooner you get home, the sooner you can get the opportunity to make your pussy feel good. To give her what she needs.

YOU [10:19 P.M.]: Fine. I'll be there in a few minutes.

Stuffing your phone back in your purse, you mumbled under your breath before starting your car.

•••°°°°••••°°°°••••

Once you reached home, you headed directly to your bedroom. Your purse, coat and outfit was thrown into heaps on the floor. That throbbing wet pussy of yours was screaming at you to touch it. Your clit was stiff and quite sensitive.

Both of your breasts billowed from the top of your bra when you pulled it down. Your nipples were already hard like pebbles.

Having a long phone sex session was the thing you needed after a long, hot day at work. The humidity made the ambiance easier to feel.

You grabbed your cell phone and called Toshi.

Toshi's deep voice could be heard on the other line when he answered "Hey Baby. Are you home?"

You giggled into the phone, "Yeah, I'm home now." The bed felt so warm and inviting when you crawled on top of it.

"You know, you really shouldn't distract me on the job. I could hardly concentrate." You were in the constant state of arousal during the remaining hours of your shift.

As soon as Toshi heard your voice, his cock felt an immediate rush of excitement. It was evident by the amount of precum oozing from his tip.

"Are you alone right now?" Toshi asked you.

You sighed in bliss, flicking your stiff clit in between your fingers. "Yes. I am."

"Good." He groaned and pumped his wet and slippery cock in his huge palm. "Take those panties off and get comfortable."

You already slid your panties down before he even asked you to do so. You knew what was about to happen.

Finally, your pussy was free and open for pleasure. You were still dripping after all this time. You knew what you needed and he knew too. You would help him get there too.

Toshi chuckled quietly, "I miss you so fucking much."

"I miss fucking you." You giggled at your own sly rearrangement of his words.

"Cute." He quietly snorted under his breath. "What do you miss about fucking me?"

"I miss the way your muscles flex…"

"I miss how huge your cock is when I suck it.”

"Your thick cock in my pussy.”

"The way you would gasp and grunt my name when you stroke yourself into my tight little pussy." You rubbed slow circles around your clit, feeling your lips leaking out your secretions slowly.

One time, the hulking blond man rapidly and mercilessly drilled your pussy on top of the kitchen table, shooting his load inside your womb. Then, bent you over to drill you from behind and splash his seed all over your bare ass cheeks. You had his cum trickling down your cheeks and it joined the oozing passage that was your pussy. He basically used your body to jerk himself off and it turned you on to be dominated and used in such a way.

Good times.

You had the urge to fuck yourself with one of your silicone dildos. You reached into your draws to retrieve a very precious device of yours. "There you are." You giggled as your eyes were greeted by the visual of your crimson silicon dildo. It was about seven inches with a ribbed texture so your walls can feel stimulated every time you fucked your pussy with it.

It was Toshi's turn to share his filthy thoughts to you. "I miss the way you sound. The way you smell. The way you taste. I want to lick you and taste your sweet nectar on my tongue."

The way he used his tongue to pleasure your pussy made you fall apart each and every time.

"I love sucking on your pretty clit. I want you to squirt in my mouth. Your pussy is heaven to me."

Toshinori was the only man who knew how to satisfy you in many ways. You used him as a vessel to unleash every dirty, nasty and outrageous fantasy that you have stored in your mind, time and time again. He wanted to spoil his favorite girl absolutely rotten. He may be the symbol of chaos and destruction but, when it came to you, he had a very soft spot for you.

"I'm about to use my dildo." You told him through groans.

"Which one do you have?" He familiarized himself with your assortment of toys during the time that he spent with you. There were some replacements that were made along the way.

"The red one." You coyly answered him. The red one was a sleek yet durable one that had three settings of intensity with its built in vibrations. The highest setting made you squirt within a matter of seconds. You took one of your towels and placed it beneath where you lay just in case things got a bit wet and wild.

"My favorite." Toshi purred.

"But, nothing could replace you." It was true. Nothing could compare to what the blond villain had to offer you, which was why you kept him on the hook for so long.

Your walls expanded as if it was awaiting the arrival of something huge to glide in. "I'm so open for you. I'm ready…" You gulped. "For your huge cock to go inside of me."

Incoming.

"Oh fuck." Air hitched into your lungs as you twirled the tip of your dildo around your pussy opening. Your nether lips parted once the tip made contact there, sawing up and down. Then, you teased your clit by tapping the tip of the dildo onto it. This was how he loved to tease you. You tried to replicate his actions upon yourself, wishing he was here with you. "I want to fuck myself right now. May I? Please? I can't wait. I'm ready for your big cock."

Toshi gave you permission to proceed. "Go ahead and glide it into that eager pussy if you wish." His thumb swirled around his tip, listening closely.

"Mmmmm…Thank you."

He barely got the last word out and you had the toy pushed into you, the entire thing.

-Schlip-

"Do you hear that?" You picked up the phone and placed it a couple of centimeters from your warmth.

"That's what I love to hear.” Toshi responded and licked his hand before jerking his dick. "It sounds so good going inside of you." Toshi’s hand pumped up his shaft. A couple of drops of pre-cum dribbled down slowly.

"Do you have your legs spread wide for me, sweetheart?"

"Of course I do. My legs are always open for you."

"Are you fucking yourself for me? I can hear you loud and clear on the other end. Hold the phone to your pussy so I can hear how wet you are.” Toshi ordered you.

You placed your phone near your pussy with one hand while thrusting your dildo with the other. You made sure the microphone/speaker could pick up on those lewd sounds that came out of you. The sounds were so sticky and sloppy, just the way he liked it.

"Delicious. You're such a good girl. How long have you been wet for."

"I wish you could see how wet I am."

The slow intrusion jolted the right nerves, just in time to make you drip a bit more. "Damn, baby! I feel so good right now…"

"Oh my." You took a good look at yourself. It looked so tasty and ready to be caressed and teased. He could only imagine.

Toshi's palm was completely soaked with the clear fluids of his pre-cum. "I wish that you could sit on my face so I can taste your sweet honey." He gave his huge sac a firm tug before returning to his shaft. His balls were so fucking full.

Your body jolted by the memories of him using his skillful tongue to make you see stars.

"Your pussy is amazing. I really want to lick your sweet pussy right now. Sit your pretty self on my face and let me make you scream with my tongue."

“I always love how you would work your tongue on me. I can feel you right now. I'm rubbing my toy in between my folds. My pussy is open and waiting for you. Make me want it. Make me beg for it. Don't let me have you too soon. I want you to tease me.” You cranked the notch up on your device, feeling the intensity jolting your clit.

"Oh shit." You plunged the toy deep in once more. "Oh fuck." Your pussy loved the sensations that the toy offered. "This hits my fucking spot every time."

"Work that dildo in your pussy like the good little slut you are." So much of Toshi's pre-cum dripped onto his floor. He was so wet.

He had your undivided attention and you would not stop until your man was growling and cursing in total ecstasy. The hulking blond can be such a screamer whenever he fucks and cums. You felt so proud that you had the ability to make him yell during sex.

You cupped a handful of one of your breasts. Your nipples were still hard. "Why are you doing this to me? Why are you trying to make me addicted to you all over again?" Those plump, soft lips of yours gave that nipple a soft suck. Then, it was given a long lick that was so tender and loving. Sucking your own tits always turns you on. He absolutely loved watching you play with your soft breasts.

“I would love to feel your large hands squeezing my tits.”

"I bet you look so good doing it. I love sucking on your breasts. Are those nipples hard?"

"Yes. They are. I need to suck your dick, baby. I need to suck it now."

There was nothing you would rather do than to have his veiny, throbbing cock in your mouth. Knelt in between his legs, bobbing your head back and forth, taste buds eager for his cum to jet into your mouth and down your throat. You would suck his dick anywhere and anytime he wanted. You could feel the velvety texture of his huge engorged sac dancing between your lips and tongue.

"You have no idea how much I want to suck you off right now. Splash all of that milk on my tongue."

"I can feel your soft lips around my dick right now. Can you stroke it for me and lick me up and down? Let me massage those walls with my cock. Just imagine the sensations of it stroking in and out.” His sharp canine teeth were bared when he hissed out. His body felt like it was heating up with all of the pleasure that radiated all over him. He kept reminding himself not to cum too soon. It proved to be impossible with the sounds you made and the words you said to him.

Your pussy could use a very good massage. For fifteen minutes. Half hour. Maybe two hours.

“I can just imagine you pounding my pussy with your big cock while I am underneath…On my knees…On Top of you…On the side of you. Fuck."

Your aching cunny was a creamy mess.

"I want to feel you in me. Can you slap my ass and pull my hair while you're pounding me from behind?"

"Anything for you, Doll.”

You stopped and placed your red dildo to the side only to replace it with a blue one with a smooth and sleek finish. "I want you to guess what I am doing now."

"What? Tell me, (name)."

"I'm going to ride the cock that you gave me for my birthday." You sat on your knees, spreading them apart slightly.

It was lovely and would go along well with the rest of your prized collection.

You aligned the tip with your opening before you sank onto it. It felt just as good as the first time you slid it inside of you. The instant the package was delivered to you, you were eager to try it out. The very moment you turned on the switch, it was game over for you.

It made you squirt a good few inches across the room. It almost hit your mirror. You swore, Toshi knew just the right size and speed to get you off in no time. You knew you had to show your own special way of appreciation for him.

You ceased the conversation for a moment to adjust yourself to a new position. You were about to ride your dildo as if you were riding your blond hunk of a lover. Then, you held your pretty toy vertically. "Are you still with me?"

"You know I am, baby." He licked his lips.

"Good. Because, I am going to ride you so hard." Your voice shook, feeling the dildo enter you.

He slapped his huge dick against his sculptured abdomen. “Be a good girl and fuck my cock.”

A tremble shook your body from the slow insertion of the tip. Everything felt more intense whenever you were on top riding a dick. You knew what was about to happen and you were more eager to continue. "Mmmmmm…so good…"

In it went but, not without a wet sound. You wanted to bounce so hard on that damn thing but you worried you might break the bed if you were to get too carried away. It took all of your willpower and discipline to take things slow. You did not know why you were in such a rush to get to climax. Maybe, it was because you haven't heard from Toshi for a while and you wanted to take this chance to get off with him. Even if it only meant hearing his voice over the phone.

You bounced your ass rapidly to get the sensation that he was drilling into you. “I’m going to ride you so hard, the bed would break.”

"Oooo. Shit. Keep talking." He roughly yanked on his dick, feeling his balls tighten.

You grabbed the bars of the headboard and bounced your hips faster. "You shouldn't send me such pictures while I'm at work. You could have gotten me in big trouble all because of your perverted ass." You scorned Toshinori with such playful sarcasm in your tone.

"I really had the urge to fuck myself in my cubicle. I almost came in the restroom but I was interrupted."

"Mmm~ You should have kept going, probably give her a show." His voice was deep with lust.

You needed more time and the proper space to touch your pussy in peace.

"Would you fuck yourself on the job if you were horny enough? How brave would you have to feel for you to do that?" He asked, rubbing his belly. The pre-cum dripped onto his stomach.

"Mmm~ I thought about it from time to time. I would have to feel pretty damn brave to do that. I mean, there are some cute guys and ladies at the office and I would love to give them a show. Perhaps, ride my toy cock like I'm riding it right now. I want you to arrive at my job. Let me bounce on your cock. You are going to have such a great time pleasing your cock with my hungry little fuck hole." You huffed, closing your eyes.

"Perhaps when I'm going balls deep in you, I will call your boss and your coworkers and have them listen to you get fucked."

You rolled your eyes. "Do you always have to go above and beyond with everything, huh?" You then giggled.

A small growl rumbled from deep within his chest. "Yes I do. I know which spots to touch.”

“Kiss…”

“Lick…”

“Suck…”

“Fuck…”

"Do you know whose pussy it is? It's mine. And you better not give it to anyone else. Otherwise, I'm going to have to punish you." He bit his bottom lip, feeling his whole body tense. The tip of his cock was so red.

"Do you love the way my pussy feels? Do you love the way I taste? Is it better than every dessert you've ever had?"

"You'll always be my favorite dessert. I can't wait to have a chance to taste you again."

"Well, you just keep saying all of the right things and I'm sure that you will."

"You know, I could be the one who can fuck you in the ass. I'll be the top and you'll be the bottom. You're allowed to select the size of my strap-on if you wish."

Toshi licked his lips at the thought of you dominating and pegging him. "You will look so fucking sexy if you do."

"Oh? Is that so? So, the big and bad All Smite has a secret craving for a huge dick?" You playfully tutted.

"Why does it have to be a secret? I enjoy dick from time to time." No one had a problem with it and if they did, they would not dare say it to his face. Not unless they enjoyed getting their spinal cord crushed like a blood and tissue slathered accordion.

Your imagination conjured up a scenario of your smaller body on top of his larger form, just thrusting your hips, charging that dildo in and out of his tight ass. Nice and tight, just the way you like it.

"I know your balls are so full."

"You're damn right they are. I haven't had a good cum in a long while."

"You know, you could have watched some porn if you were that eager to get yourself off."

"I know, but I'd rather have you in my bed instead. Even if I only get to hear your voice. You make me cum the hardest." He let out a long, deep exhale. The veins around his dick pulsated.

By this time, your nectar was trickling down your thighs. "Damn. I'm just flowing everywhere. This is what you do to me."

"Just move with me." His sultry groans came in sync with your moans. For the next five minutes, there was no talking, only sounds of raw passion towards each other.

"I hope your pussy is ready for what's about to come."

You were more than ready. You were ready since you initiated the phone call a half hour ago.

"It would really be a sight to see if you can cum all over your stomach."

Toshi slapped his cock onto his belly again. The tip was raging to shoot out semen all over it.

He gulped in a thick wad of air; the pleasurable little jolts had his cock throbbing. He was so damn close that he could just taste it.

"Mmm…I'm going to cum soon. So soon…" There was white hot heat swirling around your tummy. The inner muscles of your pussy grew tighter. Your toy was completely covered in cream.

"Let me cum with you, (name). You're ready to take my thick cum?" Toshi could feel his climax coming forth. From the looks of things, he was going to expel a lot of it. “I know you cannot wait until that moment where your cunt begins to tense. I know it drives you wild whenever you feel my cum fill you up inside.”

You tossed the toy aside and rolled onto your back. "Baby. I'm going to…" You gulped. Your entire body shook. "Can I cum now? Please?" Your index, middle and ring finger made their slippery entrance inside of you, sawing in and out. Your slick clung onto your digits. The buildup was absolutely mouth watering.

Both of your moans of passion entangled together with one another, becoming louder with each second that passed.

"I need it out! Where do you want me to put it? Tell me." Toshinori could not take it anymore. He was about to blow his load all over the place.

"In my pussy. Fill it up. I want to suck the rest out with my mouth. Please, cum for me. I want to hear you and your deep voice.” You whimpered and slapped your clit. Your walls and muscles tensed more.

"I have so much cum that I have saved for you, sweetheart."

"Cum all over me. Paint it white. Paint inside of me. Spray it. Fuck…" The sensation intensified once your fingers increased the pace.

“Clamp down on me when you cum. I can feel you tighten.” To simulate the feeling of your body cumming around him, his grip around his cock firmly applied more pressure with it. Toshi did all he could do to prevent himself from screaming into the air. He bit his tongue to stifle his sounds of passion and hunger. His Adams apple bobbed up and down each large lump he swallowed. The temperature arose on his skin. It felt close to feverish. He knew that his moment of climax was going to be an intense one. The one that will shake him to the core.

"Oh…YES! YES! YES! YES! FILL ME! FILL ME! FILL ME! FILL ME! Yes! Mmm!" The consistency of your slick became a bit thicker, turning opaque, almost white. "Right there." You were flat on your back, thighs parted in a spread eagle position.

"I am—OH FUCK!!! I'M GONNA CUM!!!" The orgasm was so good that he did not even need his hands. His cock knew what it should do and he let it take control in the process of ejaculation. It shot a couple of squirts of pre-cum, and then it bobbed up and down, gearing itself for its creamy finish. "Oh baby, here I cum!" He allowed his other senses to take over as his huge cock jetted out five long strands of semen. Each release made an audible splatter on the floor.

The tension made the scar on the left side of his abdomen throb in a dull pain.

"Listen to what you made me do. Listen well." He grunted.

Hearing him cum just set you off into your own orgasm.

"Oh my God. That sounds so fucking good!" You parted your thighs wider and allowed your raw pleasure to take possession of your body in every way possible.

"I wish all of that was inside of me." The whore in you was fully awakened. You proudly embraced it as your pussy began to contact and gush out a flow of milky goodness.

You tried to synchronize your orgasm with his but failed. It wasn't a big deal. Maybe, next time.

You tried so hard but something snapped into you. Those few last strokes delivered to your clit felt electrifying.

Your inner muscles clamped around your fingers in a rapid tempo, signaling the most intense climax that you have ever had. All ten of your toes curled inward.

Fuck, you made such a mess.

Thank goodness you were smart enough to place a towel underneath you.

Toshi's heartbeat slowed down from the high he went through. "Are you still with me?" He panted, catching his breath. He stifled an on coming coughing fit.

"Yes." You wiped yourself with the towel, cleaning yourself off.

"That was really good. I miss you so fucking much. I have to see you again soon. I mean real soon."

"I have the next week off if that works for you."

"Sounds like a plan."

"I will leave the key underneath the doormat next to the mailbox. I want you to surprise me by taking me from behind. That would be so sexy if you do."

"Oh shit, baby. I'm getting so many ideas right now. Just prepare yourself."

"Oh, trust me. I will." You gave him a couple of air kisses over the phone before you hung up.

This was a hell of a night indeed.

》 Fin 《

Notes: Well, that concludes this one shot. I hope everyone enjoyed the spicy meal. I tried to make the smut spine tingling and mouth watering as I possibly could.

[spatialwave]

taking aspiration from your ankle, i'm so sorry😭 but... limoreau where jordan or marie have a broken/strained ankle and one of them has to take care of the other (i know they're supers but i'm gonna ignore that lol)

SCREAMING SKFKDDN… if anyone knows a thing or two about bad ankles it’s me.

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living a busy life as a student and t.a. had left jordan working anywhere from sixty to eighty-hour weeks. there was an abundance of full-time classes, homework and grading papers with most days starting at 6 a.m. and ending at 6 p.m., oftentimes later. they didn't mind the busy lifestyle, though, marie could see under that facade the stress that was beginning to eat them away.

there was an old belief that marie's mom believed in, that sickness and injuries were often the universe's way of telling you to slow down and relax. marie was reminded of that belief once or twice when she was younger and working tirelessly away for her school projects and riddled with stress, only to be hit with a terrible cold that would leave her on bed rest for a couple days.

she always found it to be so odd, why would the universe make you sick if it felt like you needed to relax? there was so much to worry about when you were sick.

then she got older and it began to make sense. the more she let stress eat her away and the less she focused on her well-being — the universe would remind her that she need to learn how to take time to just exist (in a twisted sort of way).

that belief came to mind when jordan had called them early in the morning one day, their heavy breath audible through the phone as they explained to marie that they needed help. a sprained ankle, the last thing they needed to disrupt their busy week.

jordan was mad about it, especially when luke and andre were called by marie to help get jordan back to their dorm. it was so fucking embarrassing, but marie was so damn good at making them feel okay about it. she didn’t hesitate on finding brink and explaining the situation, that jordan would be out of commission for a few days. she comforted jordan’s worries with the old wives’ tale that her mom would say — maybe it was the universe telling them to slow the fuck down. it was laughable at first, but the sentiment kept them from exploding into a ball of stress.

“this sucks, moreau,” jordan was laying in bed with their foot resting on a couple pillows, elevated. they let out a slight hiss in pain as marie adjusted the tensor compression bandage over their swollen ankle, her fingers moving carefully as she murmured a soft ‘sorry’ under her breath, “it’s totally messing with my goddamn routine.”

“it’s been four hours, jordan,” marie snorted through a smile, her eyes looking up at them as she clasped the bandage tight and set the ice pack back on the injured joint, “give it a few days and you’ll be back to being jitter bean’s most loyal morning customer.”

jordan rolled their eyes away from marie with a huff, trying not to let her teasing remark actually make them smile; they were back to feeling frustrated about the situation. with another dramatic huff they readjusted themselves on the bed, reaching behind them to try fix the pile of pillows they were laying against.

“let me,” marie murmured, quickly moving to jordan’s side and motioning for them to lean forward so they could fluff the pillows, “is that good?”

jordan sighed as they leaned back, looking up at marie with a sheepish nod. the worst part about the injury was how helpless they felt. being fiercely independent wasn’t going to help this situation. “you don’t have to stay. you’re missing classes.” their voice was soft as they spoke, gaze flickering away.

“it’s fine, i told you already. i’ll catch up.”

jordan leaned forward again, “but it’s not the same as-“

“jordan.” marie spoke with sternness in her voice, a hand reaching out to their chest as she guided them back against the pillows, “it’s fine.”

a disgruntled sigh came from them, but they didn’t fight back. jordan forced themselves to relax against the pillows and lifted a hand up to rest over marie’s, grabbing it gently so they could bring it to their lips and press a chaste kiss over her knuckles.

“thank you,” they murmured against her skin, “i’ll make this worth your while once i’m back on two feet.”

marie giggled, pulling her hand from them, then walked around the bed so she could let herself collapse beside them, “oh, yeah? a morning jitter bean coffee date?”

“fuck you.”

“kidding!” marie laughed harder now, moving to rest up on her elbow so she could have some height over jordan while she composed herself, “just buy me a nice dinner and we’ll call it even.” she said as she lifted a hand to their cheek, thumb brushing skin.

“okay,” they whispered, smiling as they nuzzled their face against her hand and appreciated the physical affection for a few moments. guided by the heat of the moment, jordan moved their body towards marie so they could press their lips together, but a groan followed right after when they twisted their ankle in an unfavourable position, “fuck.”

marie pulled back slowly, the hand that was on their cheek was on their chest once more, guiding them right back to where they were, “easy now.” she said as she tried to fight off a smile, “we can do more of that in a few days.”

“this is fucking torture. the universe fucking hates me.” jordan breathed out, running their hands over their face.

“it doesn’t hate you. it just wants you to remember to take care of yourself…” marie murmured, “or to at least remind you that i’m here to help.”

jordan watched as marie tucked herself neatly against their side, remote in hand as she moved her attention back to the television they’d been watching earlier before marie rewrapped the ankle. they admired her for a few moments, easily reminded that they’d be losing their mind if she wasn’t here.

“just try to relax, okay?” she spoke up, tilting her head back to meet jordan’s gaze, a small smile adorned on her lip, “and let me know whenever you need something. don’t be stubborn.”

jordan’s lips cracked into a smile and they could feel their heart flutter in their chest. “i love you.”

“i love you too, dork.” she giggled.

[turtle-bun]

“This iteration of the Turtles and this iteration of the Turtles wouldn’t get along cuz of this!” “These two iterations wouldn’t get along because of that!”

FUCK YOU THEY ARE ALL BEST FRIENDS THAT SUPPORT EACH OTHER CUZ I SAY SO!!

(Please note I wrote this BEFORE watching Mutant Mayhem which is why they aren’t in it. I just forgot to post it lol 😅)

Rise!Leo: You all are so stern and serious. I feel like I should start being more stern and serious. Should I?

BatmanVs!Leo: Please don’t, it’ll be hell on your already waning mental health. /hj

Bayverse!Leo: I feel we need at least one funny Leo to break up the collective seriousness of the rest of us.

87 Leo: I thought me and my brothers counted as the “funny” version of all of us?

12 Leo: You guys are more of a “silly” version of us…sillier? Like the concept of turtles being ninjas is already silly as it is. Which there is nothing wrong with that, just that your cartoon logic is just very hard to keep up with sometimes.

87 Leo: That’s understandable.

Mirage Leo: I’m just jealous that you all get to be in color. Black and white gets so boring once you learn there’s color!

07 Leo: But your universe does have this cool graphic design to it that I’M very jealous of.

03 Leo: Of course, you fucking would be you dramatic edgelord. /j

07 Leo: I know the fucking EMO of the group did not just call me an edgelord! /j

Rise!Leo: Omg we love an E-girl!

12 Leo: *wheeze of laughter*

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87 Raph: I just don’t think it’s fair that you guys get to be tall, is all! It’s discrimination! /hj

12 Raph: Practically working against your own kind! /j

Rise!Raph: *snorts* I don’t think that’s a bodily function we can control you guys!

Bayverse!Raph: It was a conscious decision on my end.

Rise!Raph: *chokes with laughter*

87 Raph: You goddamn bastard! /j

Bayverse!Raph: Cope and seeth my dude.

07 Raph: Now look, 87 I know it’s very difficult, especially for you, but we gotta be the bigger person here.

87 Raph: I will kick your goddamn ass, kid!

03 Raph: Well, good for you in being the bigger person. I will continue to be small and petty my entire life!

*Collective snorting laughter from all Raphs*

87 Raph: No, no, wait! You are not allowed to be funnier than me!

03 Raph: Tough break, shorty, I have to have SOMETHING other than punching shit.

87 Raph: Take up knitting! I don’t care! Just keep away from my bit! That’s like my entire personality! /hj

03 Raph: See you joke about that but I am fucking GREAT at knitting!

Bayverse!Raph: Amen to that! I ain’t spend half my damn life in the Hashi and NOT be able to knit a fucking epic scarf!

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07 Donnie: Are you saying I worked a 9 to 5 job FOR NOTHING!

BatmanVs!Donnie: I honestly did not think that embezzling funds from rich corporate assholes plus the Shredder and his Foot Clan was an actual option we had!

12 Donnie: I am actually so mad that I did not think of that!

Rise!Donnie: Honestly, I didn’t think of it until like a few years back because our dad is still, somehow, getting royalties from his Lou Jitsu movie days. But I also have expensive taste in equipment and needed a little pocket change.

03 Donnie: I could have actually bought a Play Station when it came out instead of having to fix up the broken one Mikey found in the dump!

87 Donnie: I’m just now realizing how much stuff we had to make from scratch just because we couldn’t afford it.

Rise!Donnie: That’s true. But like also you guys still made a bunch of cool stuff with JUST junk you found! That’s amazing!

Bayverse!Donnie: Thanks but we could have made even cooler stuff if we had your type of funding. I mean, look at this shit! *excitingly pointing at Rise!Donnie’s battle shell*

Rise!Donnie: Please understand that YOU have made holo-screen, intercom, wrist watches, that connect to your motherboard home computer. All of which you MADE WITH JUNK! How is that not amazing?!

07 Donnie: Amazing for you probably. But if I were to do that shit myself I wouldn’t sleep for a week!

BatmanVs!Donnie: I second that! One sugar daddy please!

Rise!Donnie: *wheeze of laughter*

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03 Mikey: I still can't believe you met freaking BATMAN! Like holy shit dude!

12 Mikey: *sobbing* I’m so jealous! I’m forever jealous!

BatmanVs!Mikey: Yeah, it was pretty cool. But YOU (03 Mikey) met the entire Justice Force! And became a member! Your legacy was so awesome Silver Sentry’s grandson took up your name!

03 Mikey: Yeah but you road in the BATMOBILE and got to press all the buttons!

Bayverse!Mikey: *sulking on the floor* LIFE ISN’T FAIR AND I HATE IT HERE!

Rise!Mikey: *pouting* I never get to meet my heroes! And when I do they turn out to be insane!

12 Mikey: Bro same! Chris Brandford was just a giant jerk!

87 Mikey: Bugman was pretty cool, though maybe a little weird. Still, he was no Justice Force or Batman!

07 Mikey: *whining* I just want the life you have! Why does god ALWAYS have favorites?!

Ronin!Mikey: *dramatic sigh of jealousy* He truly does.

[msklassickilla]

Turning Tables a novella (1)

Summary: Janessa Davis lives for the drama—and she’s got a front-row seat to the wildest show on Earth: professional wrestling. As a reporter, content creator, and certified shit-stirrer, she’s earned a reputation for being the backstage wildflower everyone loves to hate (or secretly loves to love). Most of the roster can’t resist her probing questions and chaotic charm.

But the Bloodline 2.0? Oh, honey, they’d rather suplex her into next week than entertain her antics. Insults? Check. Threats? Double check. A few creative “Yo Mama” jokes? Let’s just say tensions are high, and Janessa isn’t exactly making friends.

She should probably quit while she’s ahead—but where’s the fun in that? Janessa loves playing cat-and-mouse, especially when she’s convinced she’s the cat. But someone in their camp knows the truth: she’s no predator. She’s the prey. And the Bloodline? They’re sharpening their claws.

There’s one man who might save her neck… or hang her out to dry. His loyalty is as questionable as Janessa’s filter, but he knows how far the others are willing to go to make her disappear. The real question is: how far is he willing to go to keep her alive—or keep his secrets hidden?

In a world where every feud blurs the line between fantasy and reality, Janessa’s about to learn the hard way: when the lights go out and the crowd goes home, the real monsters come out to play.

Pairing: Tonga Loa x Janessa (Nessa) Davis (OC)

Author’s Note: This begins right after the Bloodline 2.0 loses War Games ’24. I envision this happening over a certain period of time only focusing on major turning points, past and future. This is AU so it follows the timeline and certain events but not really.

Additional parts may be added..

Warning: None.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story. All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter One: After the Fall

The locker room was a powder keg waiting for a spark.

Janessa Davis leaned casually against the cold brick wall, watching the fallout unfold like a director surveying their magnum opus. She’d positioned herself just out of their immediate line of sight, tucked in the shadows but close enough to catch every heated word. Her phone was poised to record, though tonight she wasn’t planning to post anything. This was for her, and only her. She knew better than to poke a bear nursing its wounds—but watching? That was fair game.

The Bloodline 2.0’s War Games loss had shaken the entire arena. The crowd’s deafening cheers for the OG Bloodline members still echoed in Janessa’s ears as she lingered backstage, soaking in the bitter aftermath. Solo Sikoa sat in the center of the chaos, a storm cloud personified, while Tama Tonga leaned against a locker, fists clenched, his face a blank slate—which was always more terrifying than when he was openly angry. Jacob Fatu paced like a caged lion, muttering under his breath. Bronson Reed sat in a corner, his broken foot propped up on a bench, the cast glaringly white under the harsh locker room lights. Meanwhile, Tonga Loa sat with his arm cradled in a sling, his torn bicep evident in the grimace he couldn’t quite hide.

“What the hell was that?” Solo’s voice cracked like a whip, cutting through the tension. “We had it. That was our match. And now? Now we’re a goddamn meme.”

“Ain’t nobody told you to…” Tama started, but his words died in the face of Solo’s withering glare.

“What? What did you say?” Solo stood, towering over Tama. “Go ahead, finish it. You want to say something, Tonga? Say it.”

Tama hesitated, his bravado faltering. “Nothin’, man. Forget it.”

“That’s what I thought.” Solo sat back down, his face a mask of cold fury.

It was a ballet of implosion, and Janessa couldn’t help but smirk. She didn’t pity them. Not after the months of hostility, the snide comments, the veiled threats. To the Bloodline 2.0, she was nothing but an interloper, a nuisance who didn’t belong in their sacred domain. She’d heard it all before—the warnings, the promises that she’d regret sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. But Janessa had never been one to back down from a fight, even one she couldn’t win.

Still, her smirk faltered when her eyes flicked to Tonga Loa. He was unusually quiet, his pain evident in the way he avoided moving too much. A pang of guilt twisted in her chest, but she pushed it down. She had no business feeling sorry for him. Not here. Not now.

“You gettin’ this, reporter?” Jacob’s voice startled her, his sharp gaze cutting through the shadows and landing squarely on her.

Janessa’s smirk returned, though it didn’t reach her eyes. She didn’t bother to hide her phone. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Fatu.”

Tama stopped pacing, turning his full attention to her. “You’re like a damn cockroach, you know that? Always crawling where you’re not wanted.”

“If I’m a cockroach, then what does that make you?” She shot back without missing a beat.

The room fell silent. Even Solo looked up, his dark eyes narrowing as they locked onto her.

“You think this is funny?” Solo’s voice was low, dangerous.

Janessa shrugged, pushing off the wall and stepping into the light. “I think watching the mighty Bloodline fall apart is… fascinating. But funny? Not quite the word I’d use.”

Bronson shifted uncomfortably; his frustration palpable despite his inability to physically confront her. Solo held up a hand, silencing any further movement or words.

“You’ve got guts,” Solo said, rising to his full height. “I’ll give you that. But guts don’t keep you safe, Davis. You’re playing a game you can’t win.”

She tilted her head, meeting his gaze head-on. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just better at it than you think.”

“Watch your back,” Solo said, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “Because when you least expect it… we’ll be there.”

The unspoken threat hung in the air as she walked away, the weight of their stares burning into her back. But she didn’t falter. She’d been in worse situations—or at least, that’s what she told herself as she stepped into the empty corridor.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out, her pulse quickening at the name on the screen.

Unknown Number

She hesitated before answering. “About time.”

“You shouldn’t have been there tonight.” His voice was low and urgent, but unmistakable.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she snapped. “You know how this works.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not working anymore,” he said. “They’re not just mad, Janessa. They’re out for blood.”

She leaned against the wall, her smirk returning despite the unease creeping into her chest. “Then maybe you should tell your family to chill. Or better yet, stop pretending you don’t have my back.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. “I’m not sure I can keep doing this.”

Her smile faltered. “Then you’d better decide whose side you’re really on.”

The line went dead, leaving her alone in the dim corridor. For the first time that night, the thrill of the game didn’t feel quite so exhilarating.

[painted-doe]

WIP word search, part 2: the word-searchening

Got tagged again by dear @writethewolvesaway and I had so much fun with the first round that I decided to go again! Especially since you guys were so encouraging about Lagniappe... enjoy :)

My keywords were: whisper, bleak, yellow, glass

whisper From an untitled (but almost complete) Sambucky fic in which Valentina shows up, activates some latent Winter Soldier programming that causes Bucky to doubt his hard-won autonomy, and angst ensues.

“And let’s not kid ourselves, Sam Wilson’s not much better. Guys like him, they want a fixer-upper. They want the satisfaction of repairing something. But you… oh, Sarge, how long until he realizes you’re just way, way too broken for him to fix? Honey, I’m trying to help you. I’m here to offer you something.”

He spat on her expensive leather boot. She didn’t flinch. “A life as your little wind-up killer? Like I said. Get. Fucked.”

“A purpose,” she said, unruffled. “A real purpose, working with people who respect you for what you are. Who don’t expect you to be anything more than what you are.”

Her fingers found his chin, played sweetly with the divot there. He jerked his face away but she clung tighter, dug her thumbnail into the soft skin of his lower lip.

“Isn’t it hard?” she whispered. “Aren’t all those expectations just so goddamn heavy? People keep telling you to get better, get with the times, make amends. Make amends for being hurt all those years. Isn’t that wild?”

“Nobody’s telling me shit,” he hissed.

“Sure they are.” She smiled. “I get your therapy transcripts. I like to read them over breakfast.”

bleak From the same untitled fic as above.

Sam shook his head. "God, Shuri’s going to be devastated, she was so sure she’d…”

“I know. I know.”

“Don’t you think she’s going to want to be part of this?”

Bucky looked away. The low sunlight turned his dark hair to gold, flopping over his eyes. It was getting long and shaggy, but somehow still looked good. Everything looked good on Bucky. It was deeply unfair.

“She has the right to say no to us, at least,” he said at last. “It’s her work we’re messing with. Fine. I’ll call her. You work on tracking down the red book.”

“And de Fontaine? We have to figure out what she wanted, why she--”

“Don’t bother. We know. She said she was here to pick something up.” Bucky looked up at him. Jaw clenched, eyes big and bleak and vulnerable in that way that made him look like a scared child, and Sam’s heart twisted hard. “She wants the Winter Soldier.”

yellow Another snippet from from “Lagniappe”.

How could Sarah look him in the eye? Let alone allow him around her boys? Didn’t she know? Didn’t she know how deep the stains were fixed in him?

But she slid her hand down his arm in a friendly way, the metal one, and she smiled. 

All the angels he'd ever seen in stained glass had been fair-skinned and delicate and golden-haired; none of them had ever looked like solid, dark Sarah Wilson in the woodsy yellow sunlight. But here she was, brighter than any of them.

glass Yet another from "Lagniappe":

Those days of evaluations before the pardon had been mostly spent in windowless concrete rooms being interviewed by shrink after shrink. Being asked the same questions again and again in different ways to see if they could trick him into answering inconsistently. Having white coats repeatedly read off the list of trigger words that no longer sank hooks into his brain but still set his whole body trembling and sick, only to give him humiliating orders to see if he’d follow them: Stand on one foot. Sing me “Happy Birthday”. Drop and give me twenty. The only pleasure he’d taken in those sessions was in telling them to fuck off.

Jimmy Woo had hovered at the edges of those hazy shitty days. He was surprisingly high up the ladder of authority for such a young agent, and Bucky knew he’d often been in the other room, watching him through one-way glass or through the lens of a security camera. Sometimes Woo had been the one bringing him little paper cups of terrible black coffee, or styrofoam-wrapped sandwiches that tasted no better than their packaging, or, once, mercifully, a cigarette. For all his awkward glibness, the guy had been clever and respectful; he’d let Bucky go through it all without being restrained in mag-cuffs, and he’d looked him in the eye like a human being when he spoke to him. For a g-man, Woo had been all right.

If you read this far and you're a writer, consider yourself tagged! Even if (like me) you've been tagged before! Your words for this round are: guard, break, true, left

[greenerteacups]

you cannot tell me minerva mcgonagall did not watch draco- son of narcissa black, cousin to sirius black- get sorted first year and think “ah fuck here we go again.” You CANNOT tell me she doesn’t brag about him to snape especially since he’s second in the year. I love that she’s obviously proud of him- especially when he saved harry from falling and said “hat was right”. i genuinely think about that line so often. roughly 85% percent of the harry potter series can be summed up by “hat was right”

oh god, you're tempting me to write a oneshot that's just Minerva's perspective of Draco's Sorting. it would be so good. because yeah, she knows exactly who he is, and as soon as it goes "gryffindor," she's thinking oh god fucking damnit. i didn't get paid enough to raise the first morally stunted under-socialized genius Black heir, and i'm sure as fuck not being paid enough to raise the next one. like, she will, but she's not happy about it. (she is, actually. she's super happy about it. especially since she gets to watch the absolute spit of Lucius Malfoy smirks his way up to the podium stool, sit down, and promptly get it wiped straight off his face. she also gets to see Severus's reaction to all of this. the part of minerva's head that is not flipping over all the furniture in her brain in a silent rage-induced war tantrum wants to kiss the hat full on the mouth.)

and then it WORKS?? and it turns out that this slimy little sonuvabitch falls in with harry FUCKING potter and his crew, and ends up throwing his life on the line MULTIPLE TIMES for his sake, miraculously bullies the Longbottom kid up to snuff in Potions, and spends half of her class muttering and passing notes to her teacher's pet best student, Ms. Granger, a muggle-born, and severus comes into the teacher's lounge like once a week bitching about how he's having to speed up the curriculum because Fucking Malfoy and Goddamn Fucking Granger keep reading ahead, and she gets to gloat for days — oh, i'm sorry, did the class rankings come out this week? hmm? what was that the Nott boy got on his Charms exam? an E, you say? how............. respectable. (and that's before we get started on the Quidditch of it all. when Oliver Wood turns in his 1993 team roster for Head of House approval, the Tower cat doesn't stop purring for days.)

at the end of the day, minerva mcgonagall would never go so far as to describe her relationship to her students as familial — she's far too professional for that. however the students feel about her, she firmly maintains respectful boundaries and urges them to prioritize their own families (knowing that she can't be the mother many of them want.) and yet — and yet — you know what, she sees that little blond bastard take a forty-foot dive for a boy his father would've tried to have killed, right there in front of every gryffindor and slytherin there is, and when she gets close enough to hear his loud whinging about his (self-inflicted) broken arm she swears she hears the ghost of Sirius Black barging into Transfiguration bitching about James Potter's six o'clock quidditch practices.

she writes narcissa malfoy a very long letter that night. she doesn't send it, but she keeps it. just in case.

[bunji-enthusiast]

You again?

quick concept idea I had, not sure if I'm actually gonna follow through with it. but I think this has potential for angst. Anyway Jyuji is an adorable little guy, and I need to show more appreciation for him.

content || 1,766 words, grammar errors (I think), quick pacing, and general hurt that probably won't hit.

One day he was 15, then the next he was an age he could not recall. Now he was stitched together, meant to be a weapon made exactly for killing. Now how accursed must he be laid upon by whatever god thought him their toy, and walk through life already a dead man never given the chance to actually live. 

Memories swished and turned, some seemingly difficult to control or even get used to (considering they just pop up in mind unwillingly). But he could almost remember his earliest days, Jyuij’s elder brother and another kid he couldn’t seem to recall the face of. In the orphanage where he grew up, that is where promises were made and eventually even broken. Being a kid was no easy feat, to him he recognized right away that being a child was a sin. 

Jyuji was loved and safe because of you, a face he still can’t recall the day he was fifteen years old. His brother left him, and he had to fight for his life on his own in the foster system, which was extremely shitty at the time – worse than the current day foster system, considerably wasn’t still very good at times. Jyuji had to grow up fast and hard regardless of the only bits of love given to him. But it was eventual when he entered a more brutal reality to the life that is being human, to only kill or be killed, a mantra repeatedly spoken to him by his elder brother. 

God, even thinking about his elder brother, let alone his name, gave way to a foul taste left in his mouth. Resentment was indefinitely there, despite being a devil looking for redemption, just a little devil was all he was. Especially with looking for his brother, with the sole purpose of taking back what was once meant to be his. 

Well, he didn’t have any real intention of looking for the man named Kugashira. 

He casted away that surname for a goddamn reason. 

So why now, even with bargaining with the fact he was beginning to care for the legendary Grave and the little lady at his side – did his life have to turn so dank and damp? Jyuji guessed he had a headstart beyond fools hoping about the means of; fame in the underworld, all the women and money. He never really bothered to understand those feelings, so it had made sense in a way. 

The only baggage he had weighing him down was caring for others and these feelings that still weighed so heavy on his once lively heart, too bad he had that stolen from him again the moment you actually walked away from him all those years ago. 

Yeah, he knew what he was getting into the moment he set foot into the underworld. Being part of working for a mafia family, and it’s not sunshine and kittens, these people can be incredibly brutal and few actually have human morals and rules for their working class. Jyuji was lucky in this sense to have worked for someone like that in the past, but he was still very screwed up. He was killed and taken away, used as an experiment. Twice he died, and stitched back together. 

Both times he thought of you on the eventual brink of death, and it gave him peace despite every bit of pain he was feeling overtaking his body. 

To him, even if you didn’t know–you were his sun. Jyuji could think about you, the way you were so close together, and he’d be right at home wherever he may be. 

Within his technique, ‘Kataba Ryu’, which helps him keep a balance between his two halves, he also thinks about you. The thought of you alone also kept him at bay, to restrain his emotions and keep himself at peace. 

Throughout the years, even before he met Mika and Grave, his mind always spiraled back to you. If you were really alive or dead, Jyuji wished he had a way to know otherwise. But it was safety at risk, for him and Billy – and your own. 

Following the last few missions, alongside the group he began to uncover things he wished he didn’t have to find out. But for the necessary good, it was needed in order to completely eradicate SEED from the face of the earth. 

—-----

Upon the setting rays of the sun, he began to realize something. 

When he finally remembered every bit of your face, the guilt set in. His previous life as a human before death was… odd to say the least considering his childhood and the resentment toward his elder brother that continuously grew.

Jyuji was horrible to you, not any better and not any less. You didn’t deserve his reserved treatment, he always swears up and down that he was like that with everyone, nobody could know who it is behind the mask of the show. Not you, not even his own supposed ‘friends’. 

If that is what he could even call them, even after so long he still can’t help the habit of putting up walls, he couldn’t be vulnerable. 

That would be risking his own life, and even yours. No matter how much in that wounded heart of his Jyuji tries so hard to protect, he yearns for your touch upon his skin, to be held and told everything is alright – as cheesy as it may sound. Everyone has something they truly want, even if it is one thing beyond the other, right?

Beyond his death, he calls out in his dreams. For his elder brother, for Billy, and even you. Jyuji could never admit these nightmares to you, or to Billy even despite the fact his ghostly friend calls him out on it every time. 

Yes, he remembers. Jyuji knew you before his death, and he crossed paths with you once again; on completely different sides. He didn’t know what to say or what to think, he was at a loss for words. No bark, no bite. 

He was stunned. 

Jyuji tried, tried and tried! He actually for once in his life pleaded with you to stop working for the Corsione Family, and the deadman thought that he was so close. Oh how wrong he was, his words weren’t getting through to you at all. Granted he knew that words weren't his strong suit, Jyuji had the genuine glimmer of hope that he really was getting through to you for a moment.

A flicker of recognition had shone in your divine eyes, that small little grin that showed even for a brief moment. Jyujij knew it well, and that was what had him thinking that you were going to give up this hapless battle of combat with him. 

Jyuji was skeptical of the suspicious southern charm that Garino had, the deadman knew - he worked for him in a separate branch before. He only wondered what kind of cheap tricks he pulled to keep you tethered to the Corsione Family. 

Right as he stepped closer, close enough to touch–he felt a stab to his abdomen. Even blindfolded–his face expressed brief betrayal. Chagrin etched into his features as footsteps began descending upon your location, soon enough, you began walking away from him. The only hope that he had to keep his heart together, stitches that didn’t bother him, fell apart. Fire fell short in his fury, no matter how demon he chastised himself to be.

And for that single minute, with all the courage he could possibly muster Jyuji’s free hand had reached out. 

Yet that too fell short, Jyuji fell on deaf ears. 

“C’mon Jyuji! We can’t stay here any longer.” Billy’s voice rang out over the private communications, snapping the hybrid-deadman out of his stupor. Jyuji shook his head and growled, descending into faster speed as he got away from the location that the enemies were descending upon. He couldn’t believe that he let this happen, Jyuji was an incompetent ill content bastard. 

“Anyone ever told ya’ you shout too damn loud casanova?” Jyuji retorted, biting into his words. He was hurt, and was running away like a damn dog to lick his wounds. 

“Only you my friend!” A warm chuckle, Billy was airly trying to conceive the severity of the situation. The poltergeist felt for his friend, and was trying to amend the heaviness with some light joking. 

Despite his usual reputation of distrust and clear manner of speaking, the hybrid-deadman couldn’t lie, he actually needed that. 

With nowhere to run to and nowhere to go, even with the big guy and the little lady, there was no one of which he truly belonged with. Even at the beginning of his life, it had been made absolutely clear to him from the start he was a failure. 

The honor he could ever regain was stolen from him, with even just now that counted another time he failed you. 

He operated on pesky evidence for a reason, not even within the bloodline of the Corsione Family that he was a traitor. That damn Garino was, all the reason he was an outlaw, a drifter. In that big and wide mansion, waves and waves of innocents being used and undead against their will. Truly had enunciated the problem that was humanity itself, given the merits there can be good – Jyuji couldn’t be lied to, he was too guarded against the manufactured ideals of evolution. 

“R.B, why do you think [name] would be workin’ with the damn bastards anyway?” Jyuji asked, skimping parking lots and lurking within the shadows. He couldn’t afford to be found, not after what just happened. Not gonna lie, he was still reeling from it all–things considered. 

“I’m sorry for what happened there Mr. Kabane.” Mika interjects, answering on Billy’s behalf. He snorts out a groan, but Jyuji hopes she can provide some insight to calm these emotions surging through each vein and cell. “While you had been talking to them though, we managed to find out one of their SEED facilities – the database there lists all the employees working under the Corsione’s—” 

A pause.

“And?” Jyuji asks, giving way to a slow stop in running. 

“It’s a big one too, actually it even seems to be [Name]’s primary station of work.” Mika adds–Causing Jyuji’s head to bob in surprise, this was actually news that he didn’t expect. But nonetheless, he continued onward toward the metal base truck. 

“Well I'll be, looks like you get another chance Jyu–!” Billy laughs, making Jyuji scoff at the implications of the poltergeist’s words.

[jamiesfootball]

You said Jamie spends the off-season injured, is this because of something with his Dad and the aforementioned horrors or is it a coincidence in addition to the horrors? And if this is a spoiler you don’t want to share then I was never here.

Aw yessss! A question! I LOVE QUESTIONS ABOUT THE THINGS I AM WRITING.

There are definitely some key developments that I am keeping under wraps, but I will Neil Gaiman that shit if it comes up. As it stands, this topic is very open for discussion! In fact, it comes up in the very next chapter-

cut for spoilers

So in this fic Jamie's injury is actually a holdover of the injury he got in Mom City. The top of his foot hit a very fast moving ball on a downward trajectory midair and hit at a very unfortunate angle. He's lucky he didn't break anything, but it did do some soft tissue damage (I am paraphrasing here because I have not put all of my medical jargon notes into order yet). It wasn't the worst injury to have, but it was definitely a 'safer to stay off it' injury. A 'you may want to take it easy' injury.

With West Ham and the final game literally around the corner, taking it easy wasn't an option, and everyone agreed to play him anyways.

So post-season comes around and Jamie is like 'thank fuck. I need a break. And Dani isn't in town, and even though I told Keeley I was sorry things still feel weird, and Roy and I just had a big weird fight so he probably could use a break from me. Good thing Isaac and Colin invited me to go on this weird history hike thing in Malta.'

And then he pops in for his post-season physical and upon seeing that he actually has even less range of movement in his ankle than he did immediately after getting injured, the physios break into Gollum-level amount of chanting 'my precious's and slap his foot in a walking brace for a minimum of two weeks. They have a regular amount of concern for What Will Happen To Them If Jamie Tartt's Foot Is Broken. A reasonable, regular, understandable amount of concern. Especially given who the new gaffer is.

This is a thing that becomes a big topic moving forward- how the physicality demanded by the sport means that most teams have players playing injured by the end of the season. For Richmond, it's not just Jamie's foot. It's also Dani's knee (the knee surgery that he left for is from ongoing complications from his original season one injury) and O'Brien's butt (again, an old injury) and Sam's legs (we'll pretend I've decided what injury just know he has one).

Then you add in someone like Roy, who now has permanent mobility issues with his knee. And he's the one in charge of all these fuckers now.

To complicate matters, their Total Football strategy largely and predominantly focuses on Jamie being able to play. And after the epic meltdown he had in the boot room, Roy is now very conscious of how goddamn lucky they were that they didn't completely burn him out last season. Hell, they're lucky they didn't burn out most of the first string.

So a big part of the Diamond Dogs strategy sessions ends up focusing on answering the question of what their plan is for the next year. Because they want to win the whole damn thing. Everyone wants to win the whole damn thing. They were so close. But also, as Roy already told Jamie in chapter one, that burn out thing? Yeah, that's not fucking happening again. Not on his watch.

Then, there's Jamie. Foot in a boot. Summer plans cancelled. Stuck in Richmond where the physios can poke at him. And he can't even use training as an excuse to go bother Roy because he can't train right now.

As for The Horrors, well. The message he sent to his dad weeks ago just flipped from 'sent' to 'read.' The Horrors in this case are overwhelmingly mental and emotional, because Jamie is doing what he thinks he was told to do. Forgive his dad. That is what he is trying to do. And it is eating him alive. It is grating him across the asphalt. He is tearing himself to pieces trying to make it happen. He is crawling over glass, trying to make himself do this thing that his mind is screaming at him not to do. And he is trying his best to be okay with it, but he is really really viscerally not okay.

That is The Horrors here.

[charmac]

it's been more than a week since DTAMHD aired, have your thoughts changed on the episode? is there something that was particularly interesting to you? i love your takes and with dennis there's always so much to chew on.

Thanks! Honestly I don't think my thoughts have changed much but I haven't really sat down and played with it as much as I need to but I'll do a little thinking here for you.

(Honestly with DTAMHD I think there's a lot of ways to interpret different scenes, and there's clearly a lot of threads you can pull at. Ross Maloney engaging with a lot of the 'I want this broken down' tweets has me buzzing and hrrrr-ing and goddamn it PAY THOSE WRITERS AND ACTORS and let the man SPEAK. I think there's a lot of ways to MISanalyze this episode, so a lot is kinda up to people's individual understandings and ideas until we get the real stuff from the guys, so, I think everything I see and say is taken with a grain of salt)

What's most interesting to me is that in order to control his body, he has to slowly work himself up mentally. He already has high blood pressure, physically he's there, but because he goes through this process it means, mentally, he isn't. He has to reach a state that aligns with his body in order to control it. He wants to temper his frustration up to a boiling point that will allow him to reach out and grab control, reach catharsis but only after the build. He creates a day of trickling frustration, building and building to a peak.

And how does he do that? He takes himself away from the Gang. I think that can say a lot here. He gives himself doses of them, on the phone they're frustrating him being idiots, but part of his build includes that they're ignoring him: Don't answer the phone, it's a test from Dennis.

Not answering Dennis is part of building his frustration in his fantasy. The Gang reaching out to him, that's a build, but the Gang not answering him, that's also a build.

I don't want to go too deep (I think I could theory-spiral here), like I said I really want to hear from Ross and Glenn, but I like what that says on an easy surface level about Dennis' relationship with the Gang. They're both a source of his frustration, a way to build his anger, but they're also a solution to his problem in his mind. And the only reason they hurt him, the only reason they don't come to his aide, is because he told them not to.

This contributes to my favourite little recurring instance of Dennis shooting himself in the foot over the amount of sway he has over the Gang (Mac especially). Eventually, they listen to him too well and then it just does him in.

Dennis being able to control his body by mentally reaching his physical state is extremely fascinating to me, and I absolutely love that it has to be a slow build for him. It has to culminate to a peak, in order to get there, he has to work himself up. There's always so much preamble.

[lancerious]

now I ask YOU questions! >:3

40, 46, 29, 23, and 31

YUS more questions >:D

Q: Favorite memory

A: Um. Uh. Ok I have a lot of "favorite" memories which nullifies the meaning of the word lol, BUT considering how a huge part of my online presence is me obsessing over Lancer, I'll mention a memory that relates to him :>

The memory is...simply my first playthrough of Deltarune Chapter 1! I knew a decent amnt of the game at that point, including the general plot lol, but I wanted to see what the game was truly like. I know I played it in either my junior or senior year of highschool, can't remember which one it was. I also believe it was on a school break, whether it was summer break or a smaller one

ANYWAY, I played the game in the dead of night, everyone else at home was asleep. I had to play quietly as to not wake up anyone lol, and...oh my GOD, I fell in LOVE with the game even MORE after that, its characters included! Actually PLAYING Chapter 1 made me love nearly ALL characters SO MUCH more, ESPECIALLY Lancer. I kid you not, I remember laughing at every single line Lancer had, he was just so therapeutic for me. I have such a vivid recollection of my first playthrough, and there's TONS more I would say but then this post would be a goddamn novel & I'm still only on the first question lol

But yeah, I still adore this memory, and I always come back to Deltarune Chapter 1 if I ever feel down, because man, it works WONDERS <3

Q: What my last text message says

A: It's a link to a page for tickets to watch Coraline in theaters this August. If links don't count, my last text message is...literally just "Ok", that is actually it lol

Q: Favorite film(s)

A: YESYESYES I was hoping for this one!! I have two fav films, one animation & one live-action

My fav animated film is...Coraline, who would've guessed! I do prefer the book but the film is GORGEOUS, and it's in stopmotion which I also love! Coraline as a whole is such a wonderful story & has a very important lesson in it too, hidden behind all the pure insanity the movie has. It's just so great <3

My fav live-action film is Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children! It's based on the books of the same name, and while I DO have the books, I haven't gotten around to reading them just yet. Therefore, I don't know how accurate the film is, but I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. The movie NEEDS more attention it is hands-DOWN my favorite fantasy movie! It's not perfect, nothing truly is, but I absolutely ADORE it ^-^

Q: Fear(s)

A: I have a fair amnt of these! I'll list a bunch here

Any sudden sounds, ESPECIALLY if they're loud. A couple notable examples are the fear of balloons popping, alongside fireworks! I LOVE both of them, ESPECIALLY fireworks they are SO beautiful, but I'm always worried of the inevitable loud sound that will follow. For balloons I'm much more wary bcs I don't know WHEN the balloon will pop, whereas for fireworks it's mostly a concern of how LOUD each firework will be

Broken glass! The reasoning for this fear is that I cut the big toe on my left foot when I was a young kid from a broken glass shard from a shattered lightbulb. Ever since then I've been SUPER nervous around SHATTERED glass. I'm fine if the glass is intact, but once it's shattered I stay FAR away from it

Being forgotten is a big worry of mine. I think a decent amnt of people can relate to this. I've had past experiences where this occurred, so I'm extra sensitive to this, even if I don't show my worry outwardly

This somewhat goes with number 3: being rejected. I do NOT mean this in a romantic way, this is purely platonic. I have had SO many instances where I was rejected in some way & I don't have a lot of tolerance for it anymore

Overloading is another one. This primarily focuses on me bombarding people with the things I'm interested in, which has resulted in a few people rejecting me, see fear #4. This causes me to intentionally hold back EVERYWHERE, even in places where going on positive rants is encouraged

Finally, to end this list on another relatively "goofy" fear, there's bees, wasps, hornets, anything that stings! People have different reasons for being afraid of these insects, but mine is simply the fact that I have NEVER been stung, not once. I don't know if I'm allergic or not; I'm mostly afraid of the pain it could cause me as I have a VERY low pain tolerance. I literally panic every time a stinging insect comes into my field of view

Q: 3 random facts

All right, time to bring out the randomness in me >:D

When I was VERY young, probably toddler age at most, my head got whacked by a tree/branch, it was definitely some part of a tree at least lol. I got a tiny bump on my head as a result, it's still present to this day :P

I DESPISE melted cheese. It's obscene. Get it out of my sight. IhateitIhateitIhateitIhateitIhateit

My favorite candy bar is Kit-Kat! Funny enough, that's actually my nickname to some people bcs of how much I love them

Bonus fact bcs I felt like it, I've written stuff, Ik some people know this already lol but still. I have abt 10 rotating ideas constantly in my mind that I've never put to paper but I hope to do so someday <3

TY FOR THE ASK <3

[diresang]

            ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 ✦․⁺  ↳ for alastor, @damnedrainbows

fuck redemption. fuck this goddamned hotel. fuck charlie, especially, for putting any sort of idea of getting better into husk's head. he should've known better than to try to not drink. even in this new form, the kicks of addiction were tearing him down. there was no rehab around here to save him in a moment like this. husk should've known better.

at the foot of his bed, collapsed on the floor, husk was shaking in his spot. he was going die, he was sure of it. it wasn't the first time this had happened━ going so long without a drop of alcohol had shut his body down. but that had been long ago, and he had hoped that this time would be different. but it wasn't. his throat burned from dry-heaving, it was already day four━ his heart stopping was sure to come next. not that anyone knew of the turmoil going on in his bedroom.

then his fur pricked up, that familiar radio static━ shadows coming into the room before the man himself. broken, golden eyes lifted from his pathetic curled up position. he stumbled over himself to try and get to alastor.

            ❝ b━ boss, i need your help. please. ❞

[chidoroki]

Tokyo Revengers S3EP12

aka: "COWARD!"

Holy fuck, first Kakucho and now Izana gets shot? Granted he stepped in to shield Kakucho but shit, Kisaki has no chill. And that was three bullets this time!

I’m so mad at myself.. Izana had a big flashback last episode. Those are giant red flags. I should’ve seen this death coming! If he does die here anyway, which he might, but still! I didn’t even think of it til now!

Okay instead of watching these two bleed out, can someone call an ambulance or something?? I don’t think Izana has a chance but Kakucho only got shot once.

Thank you Mucho! Finally someone with common sense!

Okay I figured Izana wasn’t really related to Emma and her mom but damn, the woman is such a bitch.

Oh so that quick memory of Shinichiro last ep was when Izana confronted him about not actually being related.

He bled out so much his Tenjiku outfit turned a whole new shade of red..

Kakucho I know you’re beyond upset but you really need to stop moving.

I absolutely thought of Stelle’s “Rules are made to be broken” just as Izana said “Promises are meant to be broken.”

They place these cute flashbacks of them being kids in hopes that I feel something for them, huh?

How nice.. their blood mixing together at the end of both their lives as they hold hands..

“You alone though, I cannot forgive, Kisaki.” Please please please beat his ass up Mikey!

Goddamn it Hanma. I sorta forgot he was around but makes sense he would swing by to save this bastard.

Yooo Draken and Takemichi chasing after them? Hell yeah.

Bro, Mikey volunteering to watch after Hina in the meantime is so sweet, especially after what happened with Emma.

Ohhh shitttt, Takemichi standing over Kisaki like that after they crashed is amazing.

Ah, that damn hole in his foot though, don’t let that be the reason Kisaki runs away!

If Draken can catch up to Kisaki while carrying Takemichi on his back I’ll be so proud.

For fucks sake, Hanma, striking back with a metal pipe.. but thank god Draken blocked it!

Really? Now Kisaki is so desperate we’re using concrete blocks to attack? He’s such a coward I swear.

Ayoo look at our tank Takemichi! Actually fighting 1v1 with someone and dealing damage! God, I hope he beats the shit out of him.