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honeesucker · 2 years ago

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✧˖°. Pro Hero Dynamight + CamGirl!Reader

Content: Death of children, Bakugo emotional hour, smut, happy ending.

*Not proofread.

Bakugo comes home after one of the harder days of Pro Hero work, to find you streaming... he didn't know his routine with you would lead to a second chance.

Bakugo who comes home from another difficult day where he arrived at a scene too late - a family grieving tonight as the building collapsed atop their two smallest children lost in the chaos.

He couldn’t help the sparks that popped off in his palms, watching with wide, horrified eyes as he caught a final glimpse of one of the kids eyes before the darkness and heavy concrete fell. Trying his hardest to wrangle the family away to one of the sidekicks on scene to control civilians, Bakugo worked hard with other heroes and rescue personnel to uncover the tiny bodies.

Fuck!

He had hoped for a miracle, that there would’ve been a pocket in the rubble that the kids got trapped in, saved from the horrible end. Gotten a few scrapes and bruises, hell a broken bone would be better than the nightmare he watched pulled from the skeleton of what was once a high-rise building. He had stormed off that night, away from Kirishima and the sidekicks, away from his agency where he would’ve normally wrapped up his day. He had stripped down from his Hero costume to black sweats, a black hooded sweatshirt and a beanie to hide his signature hair, and a black facemask to add additional cover to keep him from being recognized. His body was buzzing with rage. Rage at the unfairness of a world where innocent kids die. Rage at himself for being ten seconds too late. Rage at the fucking villainous piece of trash that caused the chaos, caused the damage, that ended up taking that family’s two youngest away. Bakugo had felt the acidic bile rise in his throat, the adrenaline pumping through him suddenly snapping away to an all-consuming self-reproach.

Ding!

A familiar notification chimed on his phone. It was 8PM, and 8PM on a Friday made his pants instantly tighten as his cock tented in his sweatpants as he thought of you. You who he found by accident one day while scrolling through endless pages of porn videos, girls with obviously fake shrill screams and overexaggerated expressions that looked more pained than pleasured. It was when his mouse slipped, catching the corner of an add with an accidental click; Bakugo cursing under his breath as he waited for it to load so he could close it out when he heard you. Soft, airy panting paired with the sweetest moans he had ever heard, his cock instantly springing to life as he watched with rapt attention at the way your pussy swallowed a translucent highlighter pink dildo. He immediately went and signed up to the actual site you hosted your streams on, paid for a membership to be able to communicate with you, and curated his work schedule around your streams (as much as he could, within reason given the nature of Pro Hero work) thus beginning his relationship with your schedule, and you (in his head).

8PM on a Friday meant you were going to do a longer stream, one where you allowed donations to control your actions: how you stripped your clothing, asking you to twirl, pinch, poke or stroke all over your body, say requested things out loud, etc. Bakugo loved your Subs Control night as you called it - something he always found a lot of pleasure in when he donated to your stream and asked you to do things that, while not giving away his true identity, would only be for him in his head. The way your sweet voice called out to him with a thank you and a smile, your eyelids falling half-shut as you complied with his requests with a shy bite to your bottom lip. Gods - he wanted you so badly.

Tonight was different though, tonight Bakugo's heart was heavy and his balls, equally. He felt disgusted with himself that despite the raging emotions for the situation, and his failure, he still needed to have a release and enjoy his time with you.

"Hi guys!" Your soft voice called out happily over his computer speakers, the darkness of his room enveloping him as he lowered his sweats to his thighs to free his cock and balls, his hand lazily stroking at himself as he watched you, calming down if only a little, for now. "I know we usually do Subs Control on Fridays, but I just got over being sick and don't feel my best, but I wanted to come on and apologize to all of you face to face. I hope you'll forgive me and meet me for Sunday's stream! I'll make it up to you all, see you then!" A pastel sunset background with [STREAM ENDED] and some stars and a fuzzy yellow-white crescent moon greeted his widened eyes.

No.

No!

Bakugo knew he was being selfish but he needed this break, he needed you. He quickly shot you a $5,000.00 donation with the message: "Please come chat with me, nothing sexual since you're not feeling well... please." Bakugo didn't see your expression of shock and curiosity as you received the donation notification, expecting something small from one of your subs that was probably wishing you well, and to feel better, etc. which has happened before... what has not happened before was the notification and attached message with an amount you rarely made within a week. You swallowed hard, you were already changed into an oversized Dynamight t-shirt and cheeky undies, but your makeup was still done, and you decided to give in to the request. GEMGD420* was one of your favorite subs, someone who always sent in uniquely sexy requests, tipped you, and just interacted kindly in chat and interacted with you on Twitter. You accepted his room invitation and soon you were shown on the video screen while you were met with a dark room, and dark outline of a large, masculine form.

"Hey Gem," you shortened his username, calling him what you called him in your head when you were streaming and saw his name. Bakugo's mouth went dry seeing you wearing one of the original merch shirts he designed when he first started his agency and rose to the top of the charts.

"Hey Bun," a deep voice said back, shortening your username HunnyBunny03. You didn't expect him to sound like that but the reverberation of his voice through his mic gave you goosebumps. You did have auralism. "M'sorry for dragging you back on, but I really needed a break from my mind tonight and you usually help me with that."

"I may not be as high-energy as I am on stream," you said, feeling yourself relaxing in your chair as you smiled at the screen, even if you couldn't see him. "If you don't mind that, I'm happy to talk with you about what's weighing on your mind, if you want... or we can just ramble on about whatever else you'd like," you didn't expect to hear what sounded like heavy breathing... but not the creepy he's definitely touching himself kind but accompanied with soft sniffles like someone trying to keep from crying. "Hey, c'mon Gem tell me what's going on?" Your voice was soft, coaxing him.

"I... I work as a Pro Hero," he admitted, wondering how far he wanted to take this with his identity - he could always send you a non-disclosure agreement with a payment if he had to. "Something really awful happened today, and I couldn't stop it from happening. I failed," Bakugo choked on a sob, trying to hold himself back from fully losing it over audio where you'd hear him. "I failed."

"Hey now," your voice was soothing like a Mother would do with her child. "I don't know a lot about what all Pro Heros deal with behind the scenes, but I know you guys deal with more than any one person should shoulder... even people who go through all of the training you Pros do, you still shoulder too much. You're still only human, no matter how strong your quirk - and humans aren't infallible." You heard him let out a few soft sobs, watching the darkened outline of his body shake over camera as he said something that nearly stopped your heart.

"Kids," he struggled out between gasping breaths, trying to calm himself down again. "Two kids were crushed by a building right in front of my eyes, and I only fuckin' missed them by ten damn seconds!" You didn't know how to comfort him with this, this was something heavier than you had experience with. A thought started swirling around in your head, a thought that caused a knot of anxiety to form in the pit of your stomach as you considered your options before you broke the silence.

"How..." you took a deep breath in, steeling your nerves with your decision. "How long ago did this happen?"

"It's been..." Bakugo looked at his clock reading 8:27PM. "It's been like four or five hours, I'm sure if you turned on the news you'd see them reporting on the villain attack that happened downtown."

"Twenty-four hours," you finally said after a pause on your end. Bakugo had been watching you, noting the change in your face as he wondered if he was telling you too much, how could he ever expect you to relate to his problem and not feel bad about it? He felt so guilting but then he was confused, watching you as you continued. "My quirk limits me to twenty-four hours..." your quirk? Bakugo had never heard you talk about having a quirk on stream, and while there wasn't really a lot of chances for you to talk about something like that between when you stripped, played games or fucked yourself on your myriad of silicone toys you had also been super personable with your subs, and shared a lot about your life.

"Your quirk?" Bakugo finally says, wondering what it had to do with anything.

"I can give you another chance," you said, the finality in your voice and the hard look on your face froze Bakugo. You weren't kidding, but what the fuck did you mean?

"W-what do you mean another chance? I don't-" you cut him off.

"I can rewind time up to twenty-four hours, and I can control who is affected by it by touching them." Your whole body was tense... you've never told anyone about your quirk, not since high school where people would always use you to redo their tests, or fix a social mistake and seem cooler the second time around... petty shit that exhausted you. You weren't a person to them, you were a time-machine for people with regrets... but this... this is something you'd feel better about helping with. "If you tell me where to meet you... if you come prepared in your gear ready to go back into that fight I can rewind to a point and you can take over and redo your rescue."

Bakugo was frozen in his chair. He never expected this would be the outcome of one of the worst nights of his life. Were you fucking with him? No... he couldn't claim to know you personally, but you just didn't seem like an intentionally cruel person. He was already standing up from his chair, shouting his phone number to you and telling you to meet him in an hour at the location of where the building fell, where the kids had been only hours before. He killed his end of the chat and you were left in the aftermath, sitting in silence as you sent him a text to let him know from your location you could get there in forty minutes. You killed the chatroom and turned off your computer as you got dressed in black joggers, a black jacket over your Dynamight shirt, and a bunny-eared knit hat. Grabbing your bag and running out of your apartment to meet a stranger you hoped wasn't lying to get you alone somewhere, but you were willing to take the chance if everything turned out to be true. You could truly feel like your quirk wasn't meant for useless tasks, instead doing something that you could feel good about... something you could help Gem feel good about.

Bakugo had gotten to the location in under thirty minutes, pacing as he realized he gave a full hour and might have to continue to wait, the pit of anxiety in his stomach growing as he stood in his Hero costume, full ready to go like he was back in the fight earlier... he worried that you were just playing an elaborate prank, that you lied about what you can do and was just trying to meet him. He didn't think you knew who he was, though, and again, he didn't think you were capable of being so cruel. It was only five more minutes when a small black car pulled up, and a shadow moved out of the car and toward him. Bakugo watched as you approached him, sucking in a breath as you were still wearing the Dynamight shirt, peaking through the open part of your jacket as you stopped suddenly in front of him.

"Dynamight?" Your voice shook a little, eyes wide. Yeah, you definitely didn't know who he was when you agreed to this. "You're GEMGD420?"

Bakugo let out a sigh, dragging a hand down his face at the mention of his username, uttering an embarrassed, "yeah, s'me." He watched as you pulled the front of your jacket tighter in an attempt to hide your t-shirt but he just chuckled and you walked forward, eyes turning away from him to stare at the rubble of the building. The skeleton of the high-rise was imposing, still smoking from an earlier fire and the smell of cement dust and blood hung heavy in the air.

"I thought a lot about how to do this on the way here, and I think I have a good plan." Bakugo listened as you asked where the kids had been, you both walking toward the edge of the building where the kids had been running out at the last minute, but not fast enough. You asked Bakugo how far back he wanted to go, and he just wanted an extra five minutes to grab the kids. He wasn't in the mood to relive the whole fight - he just wanted enough time to grab them and get everyone to safety. You nodded, standing a few meters back from where Bakugo would be able to run toward the kids. "My quirk knocks me out the further back in time I go... anything over an hour will incapacitate me. I will be fine; I want you to ignore me when I collapse because you will only have that five-minute window to get them. You said no debris falls this far back so I should be good here. Are you ready?" Bakugo looked at you and nodded. Taking your hand as a white-blue light began to surround you both and he watched with wide eyes as the previous activity of the day passed by them in a lightening rewind. Your grip on his hand tightened as you kept your eyes closed, focusing on the exact time you needed to reach. Bakugo watched as the other Heros buzzed by, emergency cleanup crews, police... Bakugo watched as the moment he was waiting for approached, the building beginning to rebuild itself before his eyes. It was when he caught sight of the children running from the lobby to where they were crushed underneath the canopy of the luxury building. Bakugo's body buzzed with anxiety and anticipation, waiting to spring when he saw out of the corner of his eyes time beginning to slow down, and your body crumpling to the ground. He fought his instinct to check on you as he remembered what you told him.

Don't worry about me. You have limited time to save the kids.

Bakugo rushed forward, knowing exactly where he needed to go as the familiar pleading screams of the parents, and the sounds of eruptions and crumbling cement surrounded him and overtook his senses. He saw them as he rushed forward toward the glass doors that had been blown out earlier, scooping each small child up under his arms as he carried the crying toddlers out from under the building just before he heard the deafening crack of the foundation as the familiar sight of the building collapsing in on itself replayed in front of his eyes again... but this time he was holding two crying kids, setting them down on the ground by the parents and paramedics as he bended and fell to his knees, crying there in the middle of the madness as relief washed over him. Kirishima had caught up to Bakugo, kneeling beside him with a large hand on the blonde's shoulder as he patted him reassuringly.

"Hey, c'mon Bakugo!" Kirishima's voice was reassuring, celebratory, but also held the weight of what they had dealt with all day. "You got everyone out of the building, that last minute save you did on those kids was amazing." Bakugo just nodded, his eyes drifting over to where your body lay on the ground, covered in a thin layer of cement dust and dirt as the buildings collapse sent debris all around them. "Shit, are they hurt? Did we miss someone?" Kirishima got up, helping Bakugo up as well as they walked over to you, Bakugo kneeling forward to pick you up and take you over to an ambulance.

"They're fine," Bakugo said, "looks like they might've taken a hit from something..." he needed his friend not to pry, as he set you in the ambulance and they began to check you over for injuries. They stated they would be taking you to the main hospital. Bakugo nodded, promising you in his head he'd come see you as soon as he could. He stayed behind with Kirishima to assess the rest of the damage, and gather all of the civilians, helping to triage injuries as they evacuated the area for the cleanup crews to come in and take care of the building debris. "C'mon Red, let's go wrap up." Kirishima nodded, following behind with Bakugo as they headed back to the agency for paperwork, and to get themselves cleaned up. Bakugo was riding a high, unlike anything he had ever felt before, his body on fire with an electric buzz of adrenaline and excitement... his heart full of appreciation at what you did for those kids, for him... he had to get back to you as soon as possible.

The few hours Bakugo spent at his agency wrapping up incident paperwork, showering and making sure everything was in order for his days off felt like an eternity when he was waiting to hear back from you. He had texted your phone in reply to the one you had sent him earlier but hadn't heard anything back from you. He called the hospital and got your room number, grabbing his things and dressing down in civilian clothes as he headed out to meet you once again.

Bakugo stopped at a specialty flower shop, remembering from one of your stream Q&A's you mentioned one of your favorite flowers was an Apricot Alexis Chrysanthemum... stupidly specific but when he saw the flower, he understood... it shared the same dusty pink color some of your cozy cute outfits had in common... and when he got a bunch of them in a simple clear vase it brought a small tip-up to the corner of his lip, imagining it in the background of one of your streams... maybe he should start sending you flowers weekly, if you'd let him - would that be too much? Bakugo had a hard time rationalizing what would be too much with the combination of his feelings for you as they grew as he watched your streams for the last six months, or the absolute gift you gave him of a second chance he never imagined possible after one of his hardest days as a Pro Hero.

Flowers would be the least of what he'd want to do for you... or to you.

Bakugo arrived at the hospital within ten minutes, hurrying to the elevator and the third floor where he knew you would be. Shuffling uncomfortably as people's gazes lingered a little too long... but he was in his usual disguise of all black casual workout clothes, a hat to cover his hair and a mask to cover his face (which luckily in a hospital wasn't all that suspicious). Bakugo finally arrived to your room, number M5309, luckily a single room so he didn't have to deal with avoiding a roommate or their visitors. Bakugo stepped through the door and shut it behind him with a soft click! as he saw you, eyes shut and breathing calmly, hooked up to some i.v. fluids and a heart monitor. The soft beep, beep, beep keeping him calm as he set the flowers down near the window, half-in half-out of the sun for you to see when you open your eyes.

"Hey Gem," your voice was quiet, soft and hoarse as you cracked your eyes open to see Bakugo frozen at the foot of your bed. "Sit down, you're making me uncomfortable."

"Sorry," Bakugo muttered, opting to pull the seat from against the wall at right beside you as he rested his arms on your bed, taking your hand in his as he played with your fingers and shifted your bones around like he was making sure they were all there and connected. You let him have his strange little ritual, whatever this was. "How're you feeling?"

"M'good," you mumbled out, stretching your limbs from lack of movement except the hand Bakugo was holding. "Feel super fatigued, that was one of the longer time-jumps I've done in a while but it's not all that bad... just the longer I go back the longer I'm out for - otherwise unscathed."

"Thank you," Bakugo's usually harsh, deep baritone was a quiet reverberant that sent a multitude of tingles across your body. "Thank you for doing that, that family doesn't have to bury their children now."

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't partially just do it for you because I consider you a friend," you let out honestly, and Bakugo froze. "I've grown way too fond of you over the past year and to find out you're..."

"Fuckin' Dynamight," Bakugo finished for you.

"Yeah," you swallowed, looking straight at him. "Though I didn't decide to do it for Dynamight... I did it for Gem... and for the kids, because it seemed to be weighing heavily on you. Out of all the losses I'm sure you've had in your career, this seemed to be the hardest."

"I-I had never lost a kid before, let alone two with such a close margin... if you hadn't helped me, I'd still be living with this failure... that my best isn't good enough. My best is short by ten fuckin' seconds." Bakugo was shaking but you shifted in bed, using your other hand to pull him up out of the chair and into your arms as you enveloped him, his large body shaking with quiet sobs as he hugged you around your neck tightly. You could make out another choked thank you, but you ignored it. Just letting him get out everything he needed to get out, the wet spot on your hospital gown shoulder only growing but you held him tighter, having pulled him so hard he curled his body against yours on the bed as you happily made the room.

You never thought you'd have a chance to meet someone from your streams that you considered a friend, let alone that that friend was your favorite Pro Hero. It felt like a fever dream.

"It's okay now," you kept repeating soothing mantras to Bakugo as his breathing hiccupped, until it was a barely shaky intake of breath, and stuttering exhale... but calmer than before. "You're okay, those kids are okay, everything is okay."

"M'sorry," Bakugo said, his first instinct always being to apologize for his emotions being 'too big' as it had been said to him before. You wanted to punch whoever made him think he had to apologize for crying, even if it was himself.

"Shut up," you scolded him softly, pulling your arms around him tighter... well as around as you could since his muscled body was large enough to completely cover yours. "You're allowed to feel things and express those feelings... especially when it was something so horrible." Bakugo shifted his body until he was partially lying on his side, partially on you, resting his chin on your chest as he looked up at you like a puppy begging for snuggles. He couldn't believe he actually had a chance to meet you, his crush, and that you gave him the most amazing second chance. He watched a sudden change in your expression as you looked away from him that sent a knot of anxiety twisting in his stomach, wondering what he could've done to make you upset... he didn't expect the tear to slip from your eyes that sent him into a panicked state, his mind working overdrive to try and find a solution to fix whatever he fucked up, until you stopped him dead in his tracks.

"You remembered my favorite flowers..." you were staring at the sparkling clear vase and a bunch of your favorite flower. "I don't remember talking about them before."

"Your Q&A stream back in... June?" Bakugo mused, remembering how much fun that stream was. He had the day off and you blessed him with an 8-hour stream, raffle, and one hell of a masturbation show in celebration of you reaching 100,000 fans. "That was a hell of a lot of fun, and you mentioned your favorite flower back then. It was the question I asked." You were watching him with such an intense stare Bakugo had to look away, he didn't know what you were thinking. If you thought he was a perverted freak, a stalker, a weirdo for remembering something so stupid for four months... his incessant negative train of thought was broken by you pulling him up by his jacket as you kissed him. Sweet and soft, but with such an underlying intensity it took his breath away. He stayed still, trying not to scare you off but as he heard a soft hum leave your throat, he couldn't help but need your lips with eagerness matching the sun. He cupped your face and pulled you to him, you both laughing a little at your teeth knocked together in the heat of the moment.

"Thank you," you pressed your forehead against his, both of you catching your breath from the fervor of the kiss. "They're beautiful, and you remembering my favorite flower is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." The look Bakugo gave you made you shrug with a sheepish look on your face. "There's a reason I'm a streamer and not out going on vacations with my boyfriend... I have a habit of dating shitheads."

"How about I change that?" Bakugo said it so instantly it even shocked him. Your mouth was open in a small 'o' as you blinked up at him.

"W-what?" Your mind was racing a mile a minute as your heartbeat fluttered in your chest like a trapped hummingbird.

"Sorry, I just meant," the blush that took over Bakugo's cheeks up to the tips of his ears as he stuttered over his words made your heart flutter. "I know it's weird, that I'm just some pervert that watches your streams, you don't even know m-" you cut him off with another heated kiss.

"Shut up," you said again. Bakugo's mind buzzing with the fact that no one has ever told him to shut up before, and you've done it twice now. "I think I'd like to get to know you..." you pulled him back in for a quick kiss, punctuating your words each time with a soft peck. "My friendly," kiss, "perverted," kiss, "weirdo internet stalker," kiss.

"You really mean that?" Bakugo whispered, looking up at you. "You'd want to get to know... me?"

"Yeah, is that so hard to believe?" You asked, giving him your best fake offended face. "I know there are a lot of stigmas around sex work, and cam girls, but I thought the almighty Dynamight wouldn't be such a prude-" you were silenced with a kiss.

"Shut up," he grumbled at you, pulling you close to him as he closed his eyes to take in the moment while you tried your hardest to kill the increasing beep! of the heart monitor you were connected to, telling all of your secrets.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Bakugo's voice was almost a deep purr, the reverberating depth sending a shockwave straight to your pussy.

"You literally tipped on the stream I fucked myself with the Pro Hero dildo line, Katsuki," you rolled your eyes as you sucked in a breath, Bakugo running the thick, spongy head of his cock along your slick pussy, taking extra care to occasionally slap the weight against your clit. "I've basically fucked you already." At that statement Bakugo barked out a condescending laugh.

"That was a poorly modeled assumption of what they thought my cock looked like," Bakugo murmured, stopping his movements to let the heavy weight of his cock slap against his thigh with an audible sound. You gulped, looking at the monster he was going to be stuffing into you. "Does this look like your dildo even came close?" His smirk told you he already knew the answer: fuck no.

"N-no..." you breathed out, watching with wide eyes and a watering mouth as Bakugo leaned over you, one of his hands guiding himself to your waiting hole as he pressed forward into you. The stretch that came with just his cockhead had you squirming and whimpering underneath him. "F-fuck, Katuski! S'too much, too big! F-fuck!" Bakugo was living his fucking dream of having you writhing beneath him, of the way he knew your pussy would clench around him tightly as he bullied his cock into you. It had been a month of dating before you both caved into your desires, after one particularly good arcade date and a steamy make out session in a photobooth, you couldn't wait any longer - you couldn't keep going back up to your apartment alone to fingerfuck yourself to frustrated completion knowing your hands, your toys, couldn't come close to how you knew Bakugo would make you feel. Your imagination didn't even come close to the jarringly full sensation that left you panting as Bakugo bottomed out in your pussy, pressing painfully against your cervix as it gave away to an itching pleasure you couldn't quite describe.

"Gahhh-!" The deep grunt that came out of Bakugo as he felt your pussy clench around his girth was almost too much. He wouldn't last long with you feeling this good. "Fuck baby, s'too good... pussy feels too good around me, clenching like a little slut for me." Bakugo pulled back his hips, snapping them forward as the force shifted you on the bed, little wanton cries leaving your lips as he picked up his pace, and continued his assault. You'd never felt so much pleasure in your life and Bakugo had you seeing stars five thrusts in. "I don't think I'm gonna last long in this perfect little pussy, baby, feels like fuckin' heaven." Bakugo lifted your hips, large hands gripping the plush flesh of your hips as his cock began to drag across your sweet spot, a wet squelching sound filling the room as your body responded to his movements. Bakugo damn near fainted when he saw a mix of your juices and his pre-cum mixing in a creamy white ring at his base, he wanted to fucking taste it, taste what you both made together.

"K-Katsuki, gonna c-cum!" You had never reached a climax so soon without using a high-speed vibe on your clit, but here you were melting under someone's touch in as little as ten minutes.

"Yeah baby? Gonna cum on this cock, hm? Cum for me then, show me how good I'm making you feel," you damn near screamed with the power of your release as your pussy clamped down and milked Bakugo for all he had. You cumming sending Bakugo into his own release as his hips stuttered in their powerful movement, fucking you through the seemingly endless muscle contractions as you shook and shuddered beneath him, tears springing to your eyes and spilling down your cheeks as you looked up at the sweat-covered wet dream that was your new boyfriend. "Fuck, c'mon baby, gonna fill up your pussy, yeah? Gonna give you everything!" Katsuki nearly blacked out with how your pussy milked him, your body convulsing with sensitivity as he pushed forward, his balls hitting your ass as he flooded your pussy with ropes of hot, white cum. You had never felt so full in your life, between the sheer size of him and the size of his load you could swear you felt and tasted him in your throat.

Bakugo slipped his softening cock from you with a slow drag, your breath stuttering as he left your warm depths. He dropped forward onto the bed, moving onto his side as he pulled you into him, stroking your hair and kissing your temple as your body buzzed and tingled still. Your legs tangled together as you snaked your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a soft kiss before looking up at him through wet lashes.

"Wow," you breathed, a mischievous look in your eyes. "If that's how good sex with one of my subs is, I should start raffling off-" Bakugo cut off your joke with a harsh growl and a hungry kiss as he claimed you, holding onto your cheeks as he squished your face in-between his pointer finger and thumb.

"Ha. Ha." Bakugo looked at you with a seriousness that let you know he knew it was a joke, but his answer wasn't. "If anyone but me ever touches this pussy I'll kill 'em."

"Love you, Katsuki," you murmured, kissing away his frown as he pulled you closer into him, nearly wanting to crawl into your skin to feel closer to you.

"Love you too, jerk," Bakugo mumbled, his heart full of love for you but his mind thinking of ways to murder an invisible threat as he marinated in the aftermath of your joke. "You weren't really going to-?"

"No, asshole!" You hit him on his chest, laughing as you pinched his nipple. Taking the moment, he made a yelping noise to give him another kiss. "Just you, only you." You reassured him, knowing this joke would get you bent over his knees later, but you didn't mind that punishment as you fell asleep together in a mix of sweat, cum and soft kisses.

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rexila-rites · 5 months ago

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do superthieves au stanley and narrator ever dress up for Halloween together. this question also applies to mariella and the curator

Narrator would wear something low-effort for Curator's Employer Halloween party, like one of those headbands with festive light up antennae and maybe an equally festive pattern on his facemask.

Since Stanley's joined the team he's put in slightly more effort, adding a cape to his outfit and a facemask with fangs printed on it so he can say he's a vampire. (Curator hasn't peeked yet but she suspects Stanley teased him about showing up to a party without a costume, or perhaps accused him of having no sense of fun or 'whimsy', and this was his proof against Stanley's arguments) the year after, he probably commits more to a costume. If he and Stanley match, it's obviously because they're coworkers and it just makes sense, their uniforms already go together what's one more thing? Don't read into it.

Stanley himself dressed up for sure! And the Halloween after Mariella joined, you bet she had a nice costume too! Not too nice, of course, she wants to match the rest of the attendees in skill! It's only fair!

Curator has dressed up for every one of her Halloween parties, and thinks it's quite fun! Neither she nor Narrator ever did this sort of fancy dress party thing as children, and rarely on the clock, so she's enjoying the chance now. Originally she picked her costume based on what her employees thought she would wear, since obviously they would know more about what's expected, but in present day she has fun picking her own ideas, sometimes a little Out There but always fun! She did an absolutely incredible Ursula one year.

#superthieves au #rex fic asks

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bitbugbites-re · 6 months ago

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𝙿𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚎 | 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔰 𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔦𝔯𝔞 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

Game nights are fun. Especially so when you mix "Sex Chocolates" and Go Fish.

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word count: ~2.7k

gender: fem! reader

cw: NSFW, FLUFF // aphrodisiacs, kissing, neck kissing, foreplay, vaginal sex, no use of y/n, reader-insert, sex chocolates??? not even finishing a game of go fish smh

a/n: do my author notes boost my aura. be honest guys

p.s. -- if you’re only interested in the smut, you can scroll down until you reach the thin black bar lololol

“Is this elephant blue?” the man beside you questioned, his slimy facemask beginning to lift at the edges that covered his stubble-coated jaw.

Raising a brow, you glanced at the card he was observing, as you began pressing your hand to the wet, papery skincare sheet that rested on his face. The card, indeed, had an image of a baby-blue elephant on it, drawn in a simplified, cutesy manner–not to mention, it was accompanied by an ‘s,’ and the word elephant in all lowercase. You patted his face once more, ensuring the facemask was placed smoothly onto his warm skin, and then answered his question.

“Yeah, it looks pretty blue to me. Why?”

Pressing his lips into a fine line, he shook his head, a loose strand of hair untucking itself from one of the millions of barrettes placed in his hair. They ranged from a million different colors, to a million different decals, to a million different sizes. His favorites, he claimed, were the red chili peppers–because they were, as he claims, “hot and spicy,” like him.

“Have you ever seen a blue elephant?” he asked, his tone sardonic. “I mean, really–what is with this blue elephant propaganda? They’re gray. Or brown–either or.”

Looking over at him, you stifled a laugh and simply smiled. “I didn’t know this was something you were so passionate about, Carlos.”

Chuckling under his breath, he turned to face you, grinning. “Oh yeah, I’m real serious about this stuff. I mean, what are they teaching the children, y’know? That elephants are blue? It’s just not right.”

Rolling your eyes, you slapped his shoulder softly. The card he was holding was part of a children’s Go Fish Alphabet card pack, one which you asked him to pick up on his way home from work–Well, sort of. You hadn’t asked him to get an alphabet set of cards meant for teaching toddlers letters and animals, but cards were cards. You suppose.

“So we’re playing Go Fish tonight?” you asked, switching your sitting position, your legs brushing against the scratchy, beige carpet.

“Not unless you know how to play poker or blackjack with these things,” he said, his tone lighthearted as he began shuffling the deck.

“Ha, ha,” you exclaimed, your voice filled with sarcasm. “What would we bet, anyways? I don’t know how I feel forking up my cash to a guy who uses his money on Go Fish Alphabet cards.”

Whipping his head towards you, he feigned a hurt expression. “How could you say that? These are precious cards my wonderful girlfriend asked me to get. It was money well spent.”

Laughing, you reached over for the flimsy bowl of popcorn, aching for a handful–or two, or three–of the hot, buttery snack. You threw a singular popcorn at Carlos, watching him scramble for it unsuccessfully. It fell to the distant floor, to which, he quickly retrieved it and stuffed it in his mouth anyways.

“Eeeeewwww,” you teased, scrunching your face at him. He only scooted closer to you, using his thick arm to close the distance as he lifted his body that lay sideways.

“Give me a kiss, pretty girl.”

You faked a scream before getting up and attempting to run. He was quicker than you, though, and before you could make it out of your room, he had his arms wrapped tight around your waist, the scent of his skincare sheet wafting from behind. You felt him shift and interlock his fingers, pressing his hands against your stomach, pulling you into him as his head lowered to your neck, pressing kisses to it softly.

You flinched from the drastic temperature change of his facemask meeting your skin, and started to wack his arm with haste. “Cold, cold, cold–” you repeated, sucking air in through your teeth.

He quickly pulled back, removing the skincare sheet and balling it up in his fist, before quickly shooting it toward the trashcan. Surprisingly, he didn’t miss.

You felt him untwine his fingers, his dominant hand rising to his face, only to do a singular swipe from his forehead-down to wipe the moisture off, before wiping it on his pants and returning his hand to where it was originally placed. You quietly murmured to him that it ruins the point if he touches his face after the mask, but when you felt his lips pin against your neck again, you lost all resolve to criticize his boyish actions.

“I got something else for us,” he mumbled, his voice low as well as without much focus on his actual speech; he continued working on your neck, and without a doubt, you felt a growth press against your backside.

Your cheeks felt warm, and it was starting to get difficult to hold your eyes open, his touch feeling like a massage. “Hmm?” you mumbled, feeling him slowly drag a hand from your stomach, to your waist, to his pocket.

He pulled out what sounded like a wrapper, and when he held it out in front of you, you saw that it was a candy labeled ‘Sex Chocolates,’ with bold, red lipstick stain decals over black packaging.

You blinked a couple of times, rereading the name, mostly unsure why the company would straight up name–what you assumed was a brand of herbal aphrodisiac chocolates��quite literally, ‘Sex Chocolates.’ It would be like if a toilet company named themselves, ‘Toilet.’

Just toilet.

You shrugged away the thought upon hearing Carlos speak, which you had no doubt was to clarify just what he was holding. Not that it needed much introduction.

“I was thinking,” he paused, moving his hand to raise your palm and place the candy in it, “we could each have one of these before playing our game. First one who caves, loses.”

Smirking, you began unwrapping the chocolate in your hand.

This was going to be a piece of cake.

It was not a piece of cake.

You were now sitting there, your heart feeling like it was about to burst out from your chest, while Carlos was sitting happily surrounded by the millions of barrettes he removed from his hair, analyzing the few cards left in his hand. “Got a lowercase ‘s,’ for squirrel?”

You shook your head, but to be honest, you didn’t give a single damn any longer about this game or his all-lowercase squirrel. You weren’t sure if those chocolates were really what they advertised or if they were just a placebo, but something was happening to you, that was for sure.

Maybe you had tricked yourself into thinking that they really do work, and as a result, they did–but no matter, because you had already caught yourself eyeing up Carlos like he was meat on a stick, multiple times.

At first, it was his arms that stuck out to you. The way his veins protruded, how his muscles flexed as he messed with his cards. You imagined how every single hair on his arm would feel as you ran your hand up it, and how your palm would follow the curves of his firm forearm, to his thick upper arm, to his broad shoulder.

Next, it was his brows, strangely enough. You liked the way they moved, the way they would crease along with his forehead, how they showed every single emotion or thought that he had–how he had no poker face.

And now, it was his stomach. The way you could see a sliver of it due to his shirt being raised slightly, his untamed happy trail exposed so innocently. How around, only a mere centimeter, the band of his briefs peeked out. And god, not to mention, how you could see a bit of one of his v lines.

Yup. You were done for.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you’re suddenly snapped out of your thoughts by the growing smirk on Carlos’ face. “Having trouble focusing, Pipsqueak? There’s no shame in calling it quits.”

“I’m good,” you stated, despite the horrible urge to squirm into his lap and beg for him to leave his mark over every single spot on your body.

You wanted his tongue everywhere. In your mouth, fighting for dominance; on your breasts, teasing you along with his teeth; on the palm of your hand, trailing to the veins on your wrist; and on your–

“Shit, it’s really getting to ‘ya, isn’t it?”

Your eyes met Carlos’ once again, and you watched as he inched closer to you, his face now mere inches away from yours.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he said, his voice low and sultry, barely above a whisper. “I’m yours.”

Within seconds, your lips crashed into his. The fact that this meant that you would lose the game was the absolute last thing on your mind right now, while the first thing, was everything you wanted Carlos to do to you–what you wanted to do to him.

As his velvety lips accepted your desperate ones, you pictured the two of you in every and any way imaginable. Missionary, in the bed, with your head trapped between one of his king-sized arms and his domineering head in the crook of your neck, panting with each thrust. On his face, with fistfuls of his black hair between your fingers and your beating clit brushing against the breath from his nose, begging you to cum. Cowgirl, on the floor, with your palms resting on his dense collarbones and his throbbing cock deep within your core.

Just to name a few.

You felt his facial hair rub against your cheeks, before suddenly, Carlos had you pinned by the arms to the floor. He then rose to his knees, hovering over you, looking at you through his bottom lashes with a lustful expression. Taking in a sharp inhale, he tilted his head and smiled smugly.

“I win.”

You simply stared up at him, your breathing quick, unable to contend his statement. You assumed he would gloat a little more, but surprisingly, he ended up helping you up fairly quickly. Once he did, he led you to the nearby bed, pulling you onto his lap–it didn’t take long at all for you to start grinding on one of his thighs, your head buried in between his neck and shoulder. You were so desperate for him, that you felt a little like a pervert as you rubbed yourself off, the musky scent of his skin being the only thing that filled your nostrils.

“Calm down, Girl,” he said, softly placing his arm on your waist, holding you to him. His voice was light, and it sounded like he was genuinely starting to get concerned. “You are okay, right?”

Nodding your head into his shoulder, you let out a whimper as you found your sweet spot, dragging your hips slowly, back and forth atop his leg. In response, Carlos flexed the muscle within his thigh, pressing it up slightly, so that more pressure was provided. This time, you let out a gasp, and reached your hand up to the collar of Carlos’ shirt, gripping it as if you were holding on for dear life.

Fuck, you wanted him so bad.

“Carlos,” you breathed out, “I need you.”

Within an instant, Carlos had you on the bed, flipped on your back, with his knee pressed to your heat. He kept it there, letting you continue massaging yourself on him, as he pulled his shirt over his head with both arms. Mesmerized, you watched as his abs stiffened and relaxed with each move.

Next, he shuffled his pants and briefs down to his mid-thigh, sighing as his hard cock was released from its confines. After he did that, he removed his knee from between your legs, earning a whine from you, before then pulling your shorts and underwear down for you. Once they were completely off, he returned the two of you to your original positions, where he sat on the edge of the bed, and you sat facing toward him on his lap. His hand moved down south, softly caressing the side of your thigh, before eventually pushing between your folds and inserting a finger slowly.

“Woah, you’re soaking,” he exclaimed, shocked by how wet you were already. Instead of gawking at this discovery, he simply inserted a second finger and continued trying to help relax the muscles in your core. It didn’t take much longer for the two of you to feel ready for the next step, to which Carlos slid his slick, thickset fingers out of your core.

You raised your hips as he stroked himself slowly, positioning the head of his cock so that it aligned to the entrance of your heat. And then, you got exactly what you wanted.

He helped you lower yourself down onto him, and with ease, his manhood sunk deep inside you. Surprisingly, he was more vocal than you. With a couple of groans, he threw his head back, one of his hands positioned behind him, while the other held onto you tight. “Fuck, Babygirl, you feel so good.”

You began to move, slowly raising and dropping your hips, taking him in, then out, in, then out, over and over again. As the pattern continued, you deviated by wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. He reciprocated, and the two of you focused on your interlocked lips for a while, until eventually, he pulled back, moving one of his hands to caress your cheek. With hooded eyes, he moved his thumb over your lips, rubbing them gingerly.

“Show me your tongue,” he instructed, leaving his thumb to rest on your bottom lip as you opened your mouth, following what he commanded. “That’s a good girl.”

Carlos moved the tip of his thumb to rest on your tongue, letting you suck on it gently as you continued to ride atop him, his eyes greedily watching you use him how you liked.

You continued like that for a while longer, until soon enough, he moved his wet thumb from your mouth to your clit, and began to rub in constant, circular motions. A warm pit began to grow in your stomach, and within no time, you were tightening around his cock, on the verge of cumming.

“Cum for me pretty girl,” he said, his voice strained as he was beginning to lose himself as well. “I’m not going to last much longer, and–I want you to cum first,” he groaned, having to slow his pace and flex his lower half. He was holding back an orgasm.

Listening to his words, you moved your head to the crook of his neck, and shut your eyes as you focused on his thumb circling your clit. You came quickly, and as you did, Carlos filled your ears with plenty of praises and compliments–for being so good, and for being so patient.

Once you had finished, it was his turn. He let you collect yourself for a minute before leaning back, placing his hands on your hips, and thrusting wildly into you, as if he had lost all of the control he had previously.

“Fucking, god,” he groaned, the bed shaking wildly as he continuously ravaged you. You watched him as he got close, the way his throat strained, the way he panted and cussed, the way his entire face was scrunched. Not long after, you heard him let out a loud whine, his cock twitching and throbbing as his thick cum poured out into you in warm loads.

It took a minute for him to catch his breath and pull out, but when he did, you felt his cum start to slowly drip out of your core, coating all over his cock. He didn’t even seem to notice.

Still trying to catch your breath, you glanced at Carlos, wondering how he was faring. He seemed more exhausted than you despite the chocolate affecting you more, and that resulted in a laugh from you.

Confused, Carlos looked up at you. “What? What’s funny?”

You continued to giggle, laying your head on his chest, and cuddling into his sweat-stricken body.

“Maybe you do have a poker face, after all.”

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milessluvr · 1 year ago

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stupid lil headcanons I had in my head

warnings , use of the n word blk reader female reader

a/n I was in the hot ass car making this im surprised I didn’t pass out or sumthin

adults racists dni

42miles would help try to help u in your studies but if it’s math your on ur own

42miles gets tired of u groaning about getting a kitten so he gets two

42miles loves spending time with you as much as he can because he’s scared of losing u

42miles is hella affectionate towards u midnight dates etc

42miles imagine shadow boxing with this nigga omg 💀 your getting shitted on

42miles if he had to end it wit u he will try to do it peacefully and quickly

42miles buys you matching Jordan’s retro 4 (black cat.)

42miles would do facemasks wit u even ifs it’s not his favorite or not in the mood

42miles allows you to wear his prowler suit

42miles tells u he wants to marry u someday and have children with u

42miles comes into your window at night bruised up while you scold him for being so reckless

— @ ento 2023 don’t copy anything or repost this on any platform 🤦🏾‍♀️.

my phone was so hot bro💀.

#earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #42 miles morales #earth 42 miles fluff

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howlingday · 4 months ago

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(demi-arkos) turns out nora was the daughter of thor this entire time.

no one knows who thor is in remnant.

jaune's just happy nora got to know her father and they both enjoy hammers

"And that was the last time I saw my dad."

"Wow, I... I'm sorry to hear that, Nora." Jaune said, offering sympathy as best he could without showing emotion. He had them, they just didn't get past the facemask and sunglasses. "He probably had a good reason for not coming back."

"Maybe. He played with me a lot more than Mom did." Nora sighed happily. "Games like hammer toss and noisemaker."

"Noisemaker?"

"Yeah!" She spread her arms wide. "Whoever makes the biggest noise won! I never did because he would just go BOOM!" She clapped her hands together. "And EVERYTHING would shake!"

"It would." Ren concurred. "My parents hated him playing noisemaker."

"He would also play hide and go seek with me. He taught me the best places to hide are underneath things."

"It really helped us when..." Ren became silent. Nora, too.

"Uh, so, how did you guys get to Beacon?" Jaune asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from their tragic history.

As they spoke, Pyrrha listened quietly to Nora talk about her dad and how she became who she is today. Things started adding up. Her reckless behavior, her lightning affinity, her use of heavy and loud weaponry, the sudden disappearance of her father. There could be no doubt.

Nora's father was Zeus, her grandfather. She remembered her mother telling her stories about him, and how he was as callous as he was powerful, and ruling the skies was truly a great power. There were times when Pyrrha would have nightmares of displeasing her grandfather and being punished with worse than a spanking like the other children. And if Nora really was the child of such a god...

...then Nora likely had power unlike anything Pyrrha could ever dream.

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"Hmph."

"Is the food not to your liking, sir?"

"Food's fine." Once words were finished, the plate was empty. He gave a burp, covering his mouth too late after. "Excuse me."

"Um, sir?" The waitress asked. "How will you be paying us?"

The mountain of a man rumbled, lifting his small but mighty hammer from the seat beside him. It left no imprint on the cushion. He looked to her, past his burly beard and nose. Such a small creature she was. "You got any work for someone like me?"

"Work?"

"Grimm? Heavy stuff to move? Bandits to kill?"

"Well, we have dishes that need to be washed."

He was quiet for a moment. "Anything not as delicate?"

#rwby #greek pantheon #norse mythology #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #nora valkyrie #demi arkos #demi arkos au #rwby au #thor #aphrodite #athena

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bangtanhoneys · 11 months ago

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BTS & Grace: Bed Time

Note: I've got a bit of writer's block and there's a lack of inspiration so I thought this might help me get back into the swing of things. Enjoy!

SEOKJIN

They somehow managed to get the same hotel room. That was a miracle in itself since she was normally roomed with one of the maknae line so she could keep an eye on them and Seokjin was normally with Yoongi or Namjoon. They had also been given a double bed though it came with a side-eye look from their manager when he handed them the room key.

Grace let out a groan as she flung her tired body onto the bed, ignoring the fact that she was still wearing her travelling clothes, that she hadn’t taken a shower and that she hadn’t unpacked yet.

She felt a light tap to her shoe and opened one eye, seeing Seokjin standing there with his hands on his hips. He was about to go into Dad mode, she could see the words forming already and she knew exactly what he was about to say.

“I know, I know. I need to go shower,” she sighed and reached out her hands with a slight pout.

“Then up and at it,” he grinned and tugged her up. “It’s nearly bedtime. Go shower while I deal with these suitcases and we can watch that episode we missed.”

“Room service as well?” she asked, turning on the bathroom light and wincing at how bright it was.

“Wedges, I’m guessing?” he called out, pulling open his suitcase to grab his pyjamas and laying them over the radiator.

“You know me well,” Grace yelled back as she ran her shower. It took all of 30 minutes to have a quick shower, do her skincare routine and come out to find the TV was on, wedges had been delivered with plenty of dips and Seokjin in his pyjamas with a facemask on.

“That never stops being hilarious,” she giggled at his facemask as she pulled her own pyjamas on and crawled into bed, taking the bowl of wedges with a happy sigh. Seokjin’s arm landed around her shoulder, tugging her close while he turned to their program they had been watching on the plane.

YOONGI

“Are you sure you’re okay with me being in the same bed? Won’t hyung get mad?”

Grace levelled Yoongi a dead stare which had him shutting up and climbing under the covers with a slight bit of difficulty as his arm was currently in its brace. He had been having bad nights recently where he was struggling to roll over, to get to sleep, to then wake up and get out of bed to go and get a drink or go to the bathroom. So every morning he was waking up, more tired than when he had gone to bed.

Grace being Grace had taken one look and went into worry mode.

“Yoongi, just get in the bed. No Seokjin won’t get mad, in fact he suggested it and if you didn’t want to, he’d be sleeping with you. So shut up and get yourself comfortable,” Grace said as she turned on the bedside lamp that was next to Yoongi and handed him the remote control for the TV.

The great thing about being the only female and the eldest, it meant that she had her own room with a double bed, with a TV and right next door to the bathroom so she normally got to the shower first.

“I’ll go and get some water. Pick something to watch and I’ll be back in a moment,” she said as she closed the door behind her.

Yoongi sighed and shuffled against the pillows that had been propped up for his shoulder, doing what his sister had told him and turning on the TV to flick to some documentary they had watched ages go.

“Ya! Go to bed! We’re up early in the morning,” he heard Seokjin yell in the hallway, followed by the giggles of Jimin and Taehyung then the deep laughter of Jungkook.

“No Kookie, you can’t sleep with me tonight,” Yoongi heard Grace sigh outside of the door. “Yoongi is with me tonight. Sleep with your Jin-hyung.” There was a loud groan that echoed around Grace’s bedroom as she opened the door and closed it again.

“Why have children when you have the maknae line,” she grumbled to herself as she put two water bottles on the table and shut off the main light. “I might as well buy a king size bed and everyone can sleep in here,” she continued while climbing underneath the covers.

There came no reply from Yoongi so she glanced over to find him fast asleep, covers pulled up to his chin. She chuckled and reached over, turning off the light. “Good night then.”

HOBI

Grace and Hobi had their nighttime routine down to a fine art. Regardless of whether it was in the dorms or in the hotels, most nights they would meet outside the bathroom at around the same time to do their nightly skin routine. It had become a joke with the rest of them that the bathroom would be unavailable for around forty minutes at around 9pm at night.

First, they put on the fluffy headbands to push back their hair. Grace had an orange one with fox ears and Hobi had a brown one with squirrel ears. Then it was all about cleansing their skin of all the makeup and products that had been on their skin for the day.

They never spoke, never said anything about their day or the boys or any gossip. Just worked through their routine as Hobi’s playlist played in the background.

Then it was the toner, eye cream, a serum and finally moisturiser.

They worked together in unison to hand each other the products, help where they needed to whether it was the toner or the serum because that stuff was just waiting to get in their eyes. Sometimes an extra pair of hands were needed when one of them forgot about their contact lenses.

With all that done, Grace washed her hands and paused when she realised Hobi was putting on a facemask. “All that and you put on a face mask?” she asked, puzzled as to why they had done their routine only for Hobi to pull out a face mask.

“It adds more moisture to my skin. It’s been really dry lately with the cold weather,” he explained as she grabbed the packet to read what it was and what it did.

“Oh, I thought you were trying to make your skin less oily or something,” she grinned and laughed when he gave her a good shove.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Hobi. Same time tomorrow?” she asked as she opened the door, tugging off her headband.

“Same time as always noona. I’ll grab you some face masks tomorrow while I’m out. You could do with some more moisturising.”

NAMJOON

Normally they’d be seated by alphabetical order so Grace normally had the first seat if they went in order of surnames. On this flight to America though, Grace found herself sitting next to Namjoon as they entered first class.

“The originals,” Namjoon grinned as found their seats, dumping his carry on the floor then kicking it underneath his seat.

“The originals,” Grace chuckled as she got herself comfortable for what was going to be a very long flight. They’d be arriving at 8:30 in the morning and with a quick glance at her watch, it was only 2:30pm. With a long sigh, Grace changed out of her sneakers and into the slippers provided.

Take off wasn’t too bad and she wasted no time in turning her chair into its bed format which allowed her to stretch her legs out fully.

“Ah, noona?”

Grace chuckled under her breath as she knew what had happened. Namjoon had obviously gone to follow suit and stretch out his chair into a bed but didn’t quite know how to do it or was afraid of breaking something or maybe even losing his passport that was safely tucked into her bag.

Without saying a word, Grace got onto her knees and reached round to hit the switch that did exactly what Namjoon had been about to ask for.

“How did you know?” he asked, climbing onto the bed and stretching out his long legs as much as he could.

“Like you said, originals.”

They both managed to find a film together to watch and as if they were twins, they settled in the same exact position with the same exact look on their face. However, about half an hour in, Grace felt Namjoon reach over and gently link their fingers together. It had been a little habit of theirs in the early days when they had to go and face the big executives together, both nervous as hell so they instinctively reached for each other's hands.

Yoongi found them an hour later, fast asleep, still fingers linked so he took a quick photo and sent it to the group chat with the message ‘goodnight from your leaders.’

JIMIN

Jimin hadn’t wanted to admit it but he was sick. Sick as a dog and likely to infect everyone else in the dorm as they all slept in one room. The perfect breeding ground for illnesses that could threaten the schedule of a trainee who was already unsure if they would make it.

That was Jimin - every week there was a meeting as to whether he was going to continue being a trainee and a possible member for the new group that would later become BTS. And the fact that he was as sick as he was made life even worse, because that meant he couldn’t go and train, couldn’t dance, couldn’t sing.

He was sure this would be the perfect excuse for the company to get rid of him.

The rest of the boys had left him on his bunk bed, coughing into his pillow as his body fought the fever, leaving him in a puddle of his own sweat. They couldn’t afford much medicine and what they had scrounged was already on his bedside table.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

Grace quietly let herself into the dorm that was just down the hallway from her own very small place. It smelt of stale food, teenage boys, sweaty feet and rotten eggs. There were shoes everywhere, a pile of clothes that needed to be washed in the corner and the dishes from the past two days piled up.

Tutting to herself, Grace went into the bedroom.

“Dear me,” she sighed as she opened the tiny window to let some air in and then she got to work. Dishes cleaned and put away, the clothes in the wash, another window opened. Some fresh fruit and soup were ordered and delivered, new bedding that had yet to be dried was dried and put on the beds. With that all done, she turned to Jimin.

It took a lot to coax him out of his bed and into the shower but she just about managed it, shushing him when he got embarrassed about how she had to undress him where he stood but he was just too weak.

Finally, after what felt like an age, Grace got him back into his bed but this time on top of clean covers and already feeling a hell of a lot better than he did that morning.

“Come on, scoot over,” she said as she gently nudged his side so she could climb over and lay down on the bunk bed with her back against the wall.

“You’ll get sick,” Jimin whispered but she took no notice, wrapping her arms around his thin chest and pulling him close.

“Don’t worry, just go to sleep.”

TAEHYUNG

They had two hours to go until they were called for their slot and each member had taken to a chair, settled down and went to sleep. With their gruelling schedule it was hard to find five minutes just to close your eyes and get enough energy to power on with what you were just about to do.

But Taehyung, as much as he lay at an awkward angle and closed his eyes, sleep just wasn’t coming. He was hyped up, ready to go, ready to perform, ready to see ARMY, ready to give the camera what it wanted. He could just keep going and going until they pulled up at their dorm at a god forsaken hour.

He opened his eyes and saw only five minutes had passed. A hand reached out to try and find his phone but then he realised their managers had taken their phones away when it was time to take a nap so he couldn’t even play on his game to pass the time.

Slowly he looked around the room to see everyone fast asleep.

His eyes landed on his noona who had her arms folded underneath her chest, head tilted back against the back of the couch she had picked with Namjoon sitting next to her in a similar position. She had ended up leaning against his arm, trapping him in place but that didn’t seem to bother the tired leader as he let out a low snore.

As quietly as he could, Taehyung got up and tiptoed his way over to settle down on the couch next to his noona. He curled up in the space provided and rested his head on Grace’s lap, letting out a deep breath to relax.

He jumped however when he felt a hand rest on his head, opening his eyes to find Grace looking down at him. She winked and closed her eyes again, her fingers threading through his already styled locks to help him soothe off to sleep.

It took a few minutes but Taehyung was able to finally relax and sleep with the rest of them, all in the safe hands of his noona.

JUNGKOOK

Jungkook quietly moved down the hospital hallways. It was late at night and there weren’t many people around, including the staff who barely spared him a glance as he headed towards his destination which was just down the next hallway.

Grace had given birth to her and Seokjin’s daughter yesterday and while the boys had been quick to visit, they had also left the couple alone to experience their first hours as parents alone. Yet for Jungkook, who had been an anxious mess the moment he heard Grace was in labour, it had been hard for him to walk away.

So after his schedule, he headed straight to the hospital.

As quietly as he could, he pushed opened the door and slid inside. There was only one dull lamp on and one set of curtains was open to let in the moonlight that was currently over Seoul, the city still rumbling along even if it was 1am. Seokjin was fast asleep in the pull out bed, covers pulled up to his chin with his feet sticking out.

Baby Bora was also fast asleep in her little plastic cot and Jungkook wandered over, making sure her tiny socks were on her feet. He took a good look at what he considered his baby sister and took note of her features, seeing the likeness of his hyung but also his noona.

And finally, he turned to what many considered to be his mother. It had been a gruelling 48 hour labour so it was no surprise she was fast asleep, on her side so she was facing her new baby. As silent as he could, Jungkook shed his coat and his boots and sat down in the chair.

It took a bit of manoeuvring on his part but his head rested near Grace’s and only then could he finally relax. The worry over the past couple of days washed especially when he felt a blanket being draped over his shoulders by his hyung and Grace reaching over to take hold his hand.

It was just nice to be with his family at bedtime.

#bts 8th member #bts eighth member #bts additional member #bts female member #bts fic #bts scenarios

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farfallasims · 1 year ago

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Maaaadi, sweetheart! Thank you so much for wanting to open up your WCIF a little earlier. I wish you and your boyfriend a truly ✨enchanting✨ Christmas and holiday season. May all your dreams for the future come true with the new year.

I also want to take the opportunity to thank you so incredibly much for reaching out to me, helping me clear up my confusion about the tray, and the XML injector, for the yoga studio. Thank you Madi, I really appreciate it.

May I ask what skin details you use for children? I would like to match my kids genetics with their parents (who, of course, are your GORGEOUS girls; Paloma, Carlotta, Audra, Florence, June and Zafrina) but since ”Northern Siberia Winds” doesn’t seem to have realeased a facemask for children, I wonder what genetics you use to make them look as amazingly adorable as they do?

Thank you so much, you FABIOULUS queen. Thank you for everything!! And sweety, don't listen to the idiot who claimed your downloadable sims were’nt as pretty as your private ones. THEY CERTAINLY ARE! I love them and they have given this swedish little gay guy so much joy infront of the computer. You truly are the BEST!!! 🤍

Hi gorgeous, it's my pleasure! Thank you so much for your warm wishes & I hope you have an incredible holiday season as well with your loved ones!

It truly makes me so happy to know my sims have found loving homes with simmers like yourself, so thank you for this, I truly appreciate it!

For my young lil boy sims, I use the Thuja Skinblend which you can find here. As for the girls, I use NSW skinblend here x

#wcif #you dont know how many asks ive gotten about the kids skinblends omg

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willowisdead345 · 8 hours ago

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50 things to do instead of binging!!

coming from personal experience from someone who has lost over 11 kg since I stopped binging a couple moths ago, these have worked for me

Remember binge urges don't last forever. It's difficult to resist them, but if you distract yourself or pass time, the urge can pass without the need for a binge. Stay strong, you can do it!

crafts:

Try embroidery/cross stitching

Make friendship bracelets, even better if it’s red (like the old ana bracelet lol)

Learn how to knit or crochet

Make a pompom

Learn how to make a bead lizard

Paint a clothing item with bleach

Make something out of clay/fimo/foam clay

Learn how to make a new origami design, there are plenty of instructions available

Try macrame, there are loads of easy instructions for it online

arts:

Paint, try painting with a different medium than usual to force yourself to concentrate harder

Draw something, you can use methods like the grid technique

Doodle! Try to fill an entire a4

Try to draw with crayons, have fun. For some reasons crayons make everything lower stakes for me

Make a children's story (not for actual kids though), write it and you can add pictures (bonus points if you make it disturbing)

Make a collage using old magazines, you can include motivational quotes

Make moodboards

Try making found poetry (for example with an old book or magazine)

ed-stuff:

Draw something, you can use your fave thinspo as a reference

Make yourself a diet/weight tracker for the next month (on paper or digitally) you can choose the theme of it yourself

write meanspo/sweetspo for yourself or find some

Try bullet journalling, you can make trackers for yourself (highly recommend one for not binging!)

Make your own motivational quotes, there are lists of “ana quotes” online, or you can go the funny route instead. A tip is to use lyrics from songs you relate to and adding a motivating picture as the background (maybe one day I’ll share my folder of these)

Write down your goals, make it look pleasing to you

Measure your circumferences with a measuring tape, you can write them down and compare later

Make an excel sheet where you can log stats and calories and stuff

Play with excel to make graphs of your weight loss or weekly intake! Lots of tutorials on how to make graphs, learning to use excel is a good distraction (has been really helpful for me to keep motivated and distracted)

Write a haiku/poem about your ed

Listen to triggering music

GROSSPO (ew maggots, mold and stuff like that)

Take bodychecks and compare to older ones

Watch other people binging instead of binging yourself

Calculate the calories of whatever you are craving, this always helps shock me and reconsider

Calculate your current bmr (base metabolic rate, you can calculate it online), calculate your bmr at your ugw too

self care:

Paint your nails/clip your nails. Toenails too

Take a shower or bath (seeing yourself naked helps a lot, and it helps pass time)

Put on a facemask

Do a foot soak

Try a new makeup look, it doesn’t have to look nice, you can even try to make the most ridiculous look ever

Apply body lotion throughout your entire body (again this helps you reconsider by making you self conscious)

get out of the situation and clear your head:

Go outside! And don’t take food or money with you. Just go outside to get yourself out of the situation making you want to binge

Take a walk, motivate yourself with cigs if needed (unless you're a minor). Or go sit and breathe in a forest or isolated area of a park

Go swimming! Yea in the summer, or in the winter. Ice swimming really helps shock your body out of binging

Exercise and do a workout, there are plenty of beginner friendly ones on for example youtube

learn new things:

Learn a new language, make the duolingo bird proud

Learn the alphabet in morse code! Or ASL!

Do your homework if you have any

Play with google translate and learn random phrases in random languages, or try to see what hilarious sentences you can come up with by translating several times

games and miscellaneous:

Play a video game, solitaire and firegirl and waterboy are my faves that are free through google, but find some you enjoy

Word searches! Or crosswords, or sudokus if that’s what you’re into, there are plenty online

Come up with your own list of 50 things to do instead of binging!! making your own list with things personal to you will help better

#3ating d1sorder #a4a diary #starv3 #tw ana bløg #tw ed ana #tw ed implied #tw skipping meals #⭐️rving #tw restriction #@na blog #@na motivation #@n@ tips #@na shit #@na rules #3d not sheeran #tw 3d vent

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meteorcare · 4 months ago

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now these 2 are not related but they are part of the growing Troublemaking Children Club (trademark pending)

Bea is Scratch and Bec's kid and he has a particularly bad case of growlygus as a result of the trauma of a hemstear attack when he was a bit younger. She speaks only in animalistic noises and tends to act a bit feral as well. But despite this, he is very sweet and friendly, and enjoys just going along with what his friends wanna do.

Jean on the other hand, loves to cause problems on purpose. She is the child of Caroline and Jandy and is always looking for ways to cause trouble and mess with people. he has no harmful intention, though--he just wants to have fun, even if he does go too far sometimes. He has breathes-a-not, and so has to wear a facemask when he leaves the house.

#sparklecare #sparklecare hospital #meteorcare au #sparklecare au #sparklecare oc #art #jean louie coughs #bea muv light

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nobodyfamousposts · 2 years ago

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How would the dolls take out Chloe?

What do you mean by that? What makes you think the Dolls would even be capable of something like that? They're children. Children made of magic and felt, but children nonetheless.

(Chloe wakes up.)

Chloe: Ewww, what is that smell? And why is my bed wet? (Rips off her facemask to find herself in the middle of a swamp and screams) WHERE AM I?!

...and Chloe's unexplained disappearance and reappearance after being lost in swampland for three weeks remains a coincidence.

And a mystery.

#dolls au #dolls au au #ml spoilers #ml derision #littlebug #chaton noir #chloe salt

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husbandograveyard · 2 months ago

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HI HAZEL 🩷 happy birthday (again) and have fun at the movies!!

for the ask game: 11, 19 and 40 if you feel like answering :3

LALE!! Thank you (again)!! ♡ I will have fun for sure (chances are Mickey and I are the only ones there which is gonna be a party in and of itself) ♡ hoping you have a great day too!! ♡♡

11 - Favorite extracurricular activity

Making me pick amongst my hobbies is like making me pick amongst the children I do not have. I like doing so many things. My gut instinct says to pick something creative but i feel like my answer will have to be singing cause i can do it anywhere, everywhere (and i will). It relieves so much stress and always makes me feel great.

(But also reading, writing, crosstitch, gaming, painting, quilling, journaling, crochet and other crafts)

19 - Imagine we're at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

ABSOLUTELY!!! 100%% I love doing people's nails. I used to give @/silenceofthecookies manicures every other week or so and paint little anime references on their nails. I would LOVE to paint your nails 10/10, bring the inspo board from Pinterest and all your best tea, we yappin for hours (can we do facemasks too?) 🥺

40 - Did you have any snacks today?

I did not have a "snack" yet but Mickey woke up and made me some beautiful tasty French toast so that was fantastic. Ill probably have a small snack at the movies, as one does, but i am saving the big space for my big Indian comfort dinner tonight 😋 🤤🤤

Thank you for popping by and asking these ♡♡♡

#Hazel and frenz #ask game #Hazel_Lore #Lale-txt 🎀

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sirowsky-stories · 8 months ago

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The Flowers Always Know

Chapter 13 - Dance with the Devil

Description: You and Marcus ended up in your first argument as a couple, when you received unexpected news concerning the mad scientist who was now in prison.

**Beware! Author chooses NOT to display warnings on the individual chapters of this story. Read at your own risk!**

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Word Count: 5950 (3629 words added) Masterlist (this story)

“Hey kid, scram,” you said to Missy as you came into the living room. “Your dad and I need to have a grown-up talk.”

“Got it. I’ll finish watching this in my room with my headphones on,” she replied without hesitation, having already learned that you never butted into her time with her father unless it was important.

They’d been watching a movie together while you’d been having a pampering evening, with a long hot shower, facemask, footbath and some nailcare for once. You very rarely took the time to do these things, which made each time feel special and luxurious. You’d deliberately made sure you’d be extra relaxed for this conversation. Missy got up and bounced off towards her room, and while Marcus did his best to play it off, you could tell he was suddenly very nervous.

“Kid? What happened to sweetie?”

“There’s a time for sweetie, and a time for kid,” you shrugged after taking a seat on the coffee table, so you could sit directly opposite him, which only increased his concerns.

“Am I in trouble?”

“Nope. Just something we can’t really put off any longer.”

“Okay,” he nodded, still looking worried, but put somewhat at ease knowing it probably wasn’t gonna end in a fight.

“So, you know how I was a little off at lunch a couple of days ago?” you started, and you could see how he thought back, making sure he knew what you were talking about before answering.

“Yeah, you were kinda quiet, keeping to yourself. I figured you were tired.”

“No, actually… I was late,” you said, emphasizing the last word in a way you hoped he could interpret, because you couldn’t quite bring yourself to use any of the other words or phrases for it.

“Oh. That kind of late,” he correctly deduced, and since he didn’t seem terrified of the subject, you soldiered on before you lost your nerve.

“Yep. It was a false alarm, I got my period today, but considering the fact we haven’t been careful, at all, we can’t really ignore it. I mean, I know it’s a big conversation to have after just two weeks, but if we put it off, it might end up being too late.”

You were putting on a brave face, but in truth, this subject scared you for a number of reasons, which was why you’d felt the need to make sure you were as relaxed as you could be before bringing it up. Marcus, on the other hand, was a picture of calm, leaned back against the sofa with his hands resting idly in his lap and a look of curious interest on his face.

“No, you’re right, we should talk about it. Just don’t expect any flailing or panic from my side of the fence,” he started, peering at you with an insightfulness you hadn’t expected. “If you’re asking me how I’d feel about having more children, the answer is I’d love that. And if you’re asking me if I’d freak out if we got pregnant already after just two weeks, my answer would be… no. I don’t think I would. I’m sure about you, about us, and this family has plenty of room to grow.”

“Oh,” was was all you managed to push out of your mouth after hearing him declare his thoughts and feelings on the matter so clearly.

You were terribly ambivalent yourself, which made it somewhat jarring to hear his perspective. He was so prepared and comfortable with the whole idea, which made perfect sense given he’d already been through it before, but you had still expected him to have some reservation about the prospect. To want to discuss it, at the very least. And now that it was clear he didn’t much worry, either way, you didn’t know how to continue the conversation.

“What about you?” he asked after giving you a moment to process, and he still looked only curious and interested to hear your perspective, which just made your own reservations that much worse.

You’d been dreading having to share this side of yourself ever since you’d first begun to build your friendship with Marcus. Not because you didn’t want him to know about it, but because you just had so much baggage where family was concerned. And even though you were the one who’d brought this up, you honestly weren’t sure if you were ready to tell him everything about your past yet. But you owed it to him to at least try to explain where you stood on children.

“Hey, preciosa, what is it?” he suddenly asked, leaning forwards in his seat so he could put a reassuring hand on your knee, and it took you a second to understand why.

You hadn’t even noticed your eyes beginning to tear up.

“Um… It’s just… my own family… uh, it wasn’t a good place. I don’t have a lot of fond memories of growing up and I’m just… completely fucking terrified that I’m somehow gonna taint this beautiful little family with that darkness,” you admitted, and he listened silently, but he looked worried.

He scooted further out onto the edge of his seat so he could reach your hands, holding them tightly to try and steady you when your tears started to fall.

“I’ve never realistically thought about having a family. Not because I didn’t want one, but because I just never thought I’d be any good at it. Being a mom… never seemed like something I could do, or maybe even something I shouldn’t do. And then I met you, and… Missy. And the way I feel around her, the way I want to be there for her and take care of her… Fuck, I don’t know how to navigate this.”

He kept searching your eyes, and you had no idea what he was looking for, but his voice was as soft as he could make it when he finally spoke.

“I already know you’d make a great mom, sweetheart. You don’t ever need to worry about that, and if you ever do, just look at how comfortable Missy is around you. How she’s drawn to you, how she reads you and learns you so quickly because she wants to cultivate that relationship with you. I know my daughter very well, so I know she’d never do these things if she didn’t feel safe and loved by you, and that’s all a mother needs to do. The rest is the eternal learning curve of parenthood.”

You wanted to thank him for his faith in you, but there were other things deeply embedded under your skin, which screamed horrible and cruel things in your ears, refusing to let you believe him. A voice you’d heard so many times, telling you how worthless, useless and unwanted you were. And it didn’t matter that you’d freed yourself of those circumstances all those years ago, you’d never been able to scrub that voice out.

“Why wasn’t it a good place?” you heard your partner’s voice whisper gently. “What happened with your family, hermosa?”

Maybe if he knew about it, he could help drown out the past, or even smother it. Maybe his positive healing effect on your body could somehow work on your mind as well, if you just let him in. But the mere memory of that voice, the nights spent locked in your room, the lies and the seemingly endless fear of not knowing if each new day would end up being your last…

“I… I can’t,” you cried, shaking your head, trying to keep those old feelings from overpowering you.

“Please, just tell me. Whatever it is, you won’t lose me. I’m right here. Please,” he begged, wanting only to understand, having no clue how his urging became the catalyst for no fucking reason beyond him asking for something you weren’t ready to revisit.

The very worst of the memories surged up behind your eyes without warning, and you closed them as hard as you could, trying to keep it all out, trying to make the truth disappear. But it never would. So, you just cried. Painfully, forcefully.

Marcus caught you when you doubled over, feeling as though your insides were turning to acid, trying to destroy everything that you were. You didn’t see or feel him cry with you. You didn’t see how much your pain made him suffer, or how helpless he felt as you curled into a foetal position when he moved you over to his lap, and wrapped his arms around you and just rocked you. You didn’t hear him continuously repeat how sorry he was, as though he had been the reason for all this pain.

At some point, you must’ve fallen asleep with the emotional drain, and when you woke again, it was to the sound of heated voices close by. But these weren’t the voices of your past, and although they were arguing, you knew you had no reason to fear them.

“…can’t ask her to do that! No, absolutely not, it’s not happening,” Marcus vehemently determined.

“This is not your decision to make, hijo,” his mother replied, much more calmly, but still with the assertiveness and superiority of an older woman.

“And it shouldn’t be hers either,” her son argued, getting so riled up you could hear him grind his teeth through the words. “She should never even have to think about it.”

“It might be good for her. Confronting it. Has she ever even talked to you about it?”

There was a brief pause, and you heard Marcus begrudgingly sigh before answering.

“No. Not directly.”

“And you know burying such things is never healthy.”

“And meeting the man who tortured you, is?!” he fully screamed in response, and his words sent daggers of ice through you.

“What?” you breathed just as you stepped into the kitchen from the living room, staring from Anita to her son and then back again, hoping one of them would tell you that you’d misheard them.

“Sweetheart, you should get to bed, you’re exhausted,” Marcus tried to distract you, coming to your side where he put an arm around you and attempted to lead you towards the bedroom and away from his mother.

“No. Tell me,” you demanded, already dreading what you might be about to hear, but you also knew that being coddled wouldn’t help anything.

Still, your partner either refused to be the one to give you the news, or he simply couldn’t bring himself to say it, so you squirmed out of his arm and turned to Anita, since you’d overheard enough to know she wanted you to do whatever this was. And in a rare display of care, she stepped closer to you and adapted a softer frame, as if trying to ease the pain she knew she was about to inflict.

“Dr. Prince wants to meet you. He’s left instructions with his legal counsel saying that if he can talk to you for one hour, he will give the authorities the names of the three unidentified bodies they found at his facility, as well as disclose a secondary location, where he is claiming to have hidden an additional ten,” she explained, still calm but her voice was clear and to the point.

You suddenly felt completely numb. Nothing inside you seemed to know what to feel about this, so instead, it was as though you’d shut down. It seemed like a lifetime ago that a police sergeant had come to the medical ward to inform you that you’d been given the authority to watch the interrogation videos, in case it would spark some repressed memory in you which could help with the investigation, but you never seen a single frame of it. You’d never once even asked to see a picture of the man.

At some stage of your recovery, you’d made the choice to leave it all behind and focus on moving forward. You’d agreed to trauma counselling and spent two hours a week talking to a specialist, but since you couldn’t remember the events in Egypt, the focus of the talks had mostly been on your emotional state at the time, and how to manage the frustrations of rehabilitation and finding the patience to let things develop however slowly they needed to.

��But without Marcus, you couldn’t have done any of it, because aside from the fact that he’d been instrumental in your physical recovery, he had also been a beacon of hope throughout the process. A light for you to aim your strength and resolve at, and which you had since continued running towards, because as long as you did, nothing chasing you would ever catch up. Which only meant you still feared something was chasing you.

For all the progress you’d made, the signs had been there all along, revealing how frail your hope was, how easily your strength would fail under pressure. Your panic attack after fainting and your reaction just now, after merely attempting to talk about your past, being the most recent and obvious ones, but there had been smaller things as well. In truth, you were never more than one wrong word, or a stray thought away from crumbling. All because of this man you couldn’t even remember.

“Okay. I’ll do it,” you said, feeling strangely disconnected from yourself.

But even so, you were certain that this was the right call, because at some point, you’d have to stop running or your new life would forever be held back. Like trying to drive with the handbrake on. Your partner, however, had clearly not expected this answer from you. He lost every shade of colour in his face, staring at you in utter disbelief, unable to find any words.

“I’ll let them know,” Anita nodded and turned to leave. “It will probably be set up for next week.”

As she left the house, you turned and walked to the bedroom, still not feeling anything, not even your own feet as they moved over the wooden floors. Taking a seat on your side of the bed with your back to the door you tried not to think about what you’d just agreed to, but of course, those were the only thoughts you could find right then.

You told yourself you wouldn’t have to speak to him. That you could just sit there and let him talk. He was crazy, so surely anything he said about you wouldn’t matter, so long as he kept up his end of the deal. But of course it would. Every fucking word would matter. How could they not?

“You don’t need to do this,” Marcus said as he rounded the bed and came to kneel in front of you. “They’ll get that information out of him some other way. It doesn’t have to be you.”

But his words only solidified your understanding of your circumstances.

“Yeah, it does. Because it was always me,” you said, not really trying to answer him, just speaking your thoughts out loud. “All this time I’ve soldiered on, pushed past the trauma because why should I worry about something I can’t even remember? But it happened. He experimented on me. Out of all the people in this world he picked me, and I can try to deny it until the day I die, but the truth is… I don’t know how to live with it, except to just put one foot in front of the other and hope that the ground holds.”

“I hear you, sweetheart. Really, I do. But I’ve met this guy,” he reminded you. “I was there when we caught him, and I know that nothing he tells you is going to make any of this feel better. If anything, all you’d be doing would be giving him another opportunity to hurt you, because I can promise you, that’s all he wants. To gloat and rub everyone’s nose in how brilliant he thinks he is.”

You believed him, but there was still something inside you that needed to see this through, even though you were scared and even though you didn’t know why it was suddenly so important.

“Have you ever lost time, Marcus?” you asked, starting to feel the numbness give way to something deep and disturbing within the essence of your being. “Do you know how it feels to have a big gaping emptiness in your head, during which time anything could’ve been done to you?”

He closed his eyes and bowed his head in recognition of your argument, but he still persisted.

“He won’t give you the answers you seek. He doesn’t think like you or me, he’s barely even human,” he whispered now, desperate for you to hear him. “Please… don’t give him what he wants. Don’t go.”

-=¤=-

The authorities were so eager to learn anything Prince might be willing to share that they set up the meeting just two days later, and you’d never worked more efficiently than you did in those forty-eight hours. Never before had you been so grateful to be swamped with work, for the first time actually managing to catch up with all the crap your predecessor had left behind, in your efforts to distract yourself.

Marcus had continued his efforts to dissuade you, getting antsier the closer it got when you still hadn’t agreed to call it off. And when you were just two hours away from the agreed upon time, he couldn’t take it anymore and tried to get his mother to put a stop to it. But all he accomplished was angering you, because he had no right to try and make this decision for you, however much he might consider it a mistake.

After Anita had also shut him down over the phone, he all but lost it, throwing the device at the kitchen wall, so hard that it got embedded within the drywall.

“You’re not coming with me,” you declared then, standing in the hallway opening since you’d been on your way to get changed when he’d decided to call his mother.

“What?” he asked, and he looked truly stunned to hear you say such a thing.

“You obviously can’t handle even the thought of going there, so I can’t imagine you’d be much help to me,” you calmly elaborated, but his anger only increased.

“I can’t hand-?” he started, cutting himself off with what sounded like sheer disbelief, before finding a new track. “Well, someone has to protect you from that asshole, since you’re obviously dead set on letting him have his way with you!” he spat, and even though you knew deep down that this was just fear talking and he hadn’t meant for it to sound so cold and cruel, you felt like he’d just stabbed you in the guts.

“If you can’t bring yourself to support me,” you started, doing your best to stay calm while fighting hard against the lump stocking itself in your throat, “to help me try and find a way to leave this shit behind, even if that means confronting the man I fear more than anything in this world, then I don’t know if this relationship has any hope of surviving.”

His reaction to that was painful. But for some reason, this particular decision of yours was one he just couldn’t reconcile with, and the anger remained the dominant emotion surging through him, despite the hurt.

“Be there for me… or don’t be there at all,” you demanded, and then left him to sit with his rage while you went to get ready, hoping he’d make a good decision in the end.

You’d never seen him so angry before. There really was something primal about him when he was that furious, and suddenly Amaire’s comments about him turning into Cujo began to make perfect sense. But when you returned to the kitchen as the time came to get going, he was nowhere to be found, and you left the house feeling a crushingly ominous sorrow, that perhaps you’d never get to walk back in to meet the loving embrace of this family.

-=¤=-

There were forms to fill out and long corridors to cross before you got to the room. It was a specialized visitation room, parted in two with a very thick and reinforced piece of plexiglass as a divider, with just one chair on each side. There were no holes in the glass, so the sound was carried over electronically, by small microphones built into the chairs, which connected to wall-mounted speakers on either side of the divider.

“From here, we can mute both sides of the room individually,” a prison guard informed you while you waited in the adjoining control room from which all of this would be supervised. “If we want to speak to you without him overhearing, we can shut his speaker down.”

“And what if I have a question for you or something? How do I signal that I need you to mute him?” you asked, although the real reason you wanted to know was so that you could spare yourself from having to hear something which might really hurt you.

Marcus’s warnings hadn’t passed you by. The guard seemed to see through your excuse, though. But he was kind enough to just help put your mind at ease.

“If you have a question, or if you just need to not hear him for a minute, all you gotta do is put your hand up and we’ll mute him, but we’ll still be able to hear you.”

“Okay. But… I’ll be locked in there with him, right?”

“That’s procedure, yeah. The door doesn’t even have a handle on that side. But again, if you get scared or claustrophobic or you just need to leave, come to the door. We can see you the whole time and we’ll get you out right away.”

“Thanks,” you said, truly grateful for his obvious understanding of your discomfort, but also not at all put at ease by anything you were hearing.

You knew in your head that there was no possibility whatsoever, for him to physically harm you during your visit, and still, every instinct was telling you not to go in there with him. Because it wasn’t bodily harm you were primarily concerned about.

Standing in the control room while they brought him in and strapped him into his chair gave you a chance to observe him without him being able to see you, since the window between the control room and the visitation room was a one-way mirror. He looked so… ordinary. You weren’t sure what you’d been expecting, but a guy who looked like he could’ve been anything from a gardener to a Wall Street banker, just didn’t fit your perception of him.

He was quiet while you walked inside, slowly letting the door fall shut and feeling a shiver course through you as you heard the electronic lock seal. It sounded so final. You kept your gaze on the chair while you took the few steps needed to reach it, but you could feel his eyes on you, studying your movements like a hawk preparing to strike. And when you finally sat down and met his intrigued expression, you really did feel like a mouse about to be snatched and eaten.

Then he started speaking, and your blood turned to ice.

“I knew it was possible,” he said, and a bright smile filled his face. But it was off. Not a smile of happiness, but perhaps some perverted sense of triumph. “I always knew, despite the data, despite the numerous failures, that it would be possible. If I could just find the right specimen. The perfect one. And I did. Wow, you turned out absolutely exquisite, my dear.”

You’d heard this light, bird-chirping sort of voice before. You might not have the images, but your body knew the sound. Your nerves and muscles remembered the pain which had accompanied this voice, reacted to it with such ferocity that you could feel the echo of the torture within the fibres and tissues he’d broken. You didn’t want to answer him. You wanted to get up and run away and never see or hear this man ever again. But something kept you there. Looking for the answer to a question you didn’t know.

“You’re delusional,” you finally croaked through a throat gone dry with fear. “Even now, you can’t admit you failed.”

“Oh, but I didn’t,” he confidently countered, still smiling as his gaze turned more and more predatory the longer he looked at you.

“I don’t have any powers,” you persisted, certain you were right about this, which made you feel stronger.

“Yes, you do. I can see it,” he persisted, and even though there was no proof to his claim, the sheer conviction in his eyes was enough to make your certainty waver. “You might not have discovered it yet, but you have it.”

“You’re wrong. You’re grasping…” you said, trying to keep your resolve intact, but even you could hear how it broke a little more with each passing second.

Not because you believed he was right, but because you were terrified that he could be.

“You were different from the start, you know,” he mused, clearly enjoying this to the fullest. “The way you responded to the enhanced cells, I knew you’d be promising. The first round was immeasurably intriguing, seeing how you dealt with the pain. Oh, you were so strong. You never stopped fighting me, even when you could no longer move. And then, as you regained your strength, you kept trying to escape.”

The way his mouth caressed the words made you feel sick. You felt like he was touching you, like his skin was pressing against yours even though he was twelve feet away. Except this man had actually touched you. And you had no idea to which extent his abuse of your body had reached.

“The second round was more delicate. Trying to figure out how much I dared to give you, to keep pushing your system without breaking it, but you were amazing. No matter how much I gave you, you kept bouncing back as soon as you got the chance. So, I knew you’d survive the final round, the one that would actually send your body over the threshold,” he proudly explained, and you swallowed hard to keep from vomiting.

“If you expect me to be flattered by your confidence in my abilities, think again,” you growled, because it was easier than speaking normally when you were battling against your own stomach. “Did you really think I was gonna be impressed by you? You tortured me for two fucking days!”

You knew that losing your cool wouldn’t do you any favours here, but every moment in the presence of this man seemed to increase the beratement on your senses tenfold.

“Oh no, my dear. I’m afraid you’ve been misled. You see, I had you at my mercy for three whole weeks,” he quietly announced, and the purity of the exultation in his eyes when he said it, told you that this was why he’d wanted you to come here.

The ice in your veins seemed to double, and your chest felt as though it was trying to collapse in on itself. Rationally, you wanted to believe what your mind was telling you, which was that it wasn’t true. But the ecstasy with which he delivered that line was unmistakable. He’d wanted to see you find that out, because it was the ultimate victory for him. Because the fact that no one knew about it meant he’d gotten away with it. And no one would ever be able to take that from him.

“I changed your digital footprint, and rearranged your mind a little, with the help of a certain skilled friend,” he playfully admitted, loving every moment of this. “You went through ten rounds of my treatment, each one slightly more potent than the last. And the final one… oh, it was mesmerising. It overwhelmed your system, letting the enhanced cells take control for a while, and in mere seconds you were healed. You were perfect.”

Unable to take his self-glorification any longer, you got up, stumbling as you tried to round the armrest of the chair, only just managing to keep from falling while you all but threw yourself towards the door.

“You are perfect, my darling. You’re a testament, living proof, my salvation and redemption!” he screamed behind you, still absolutely elated, and you couldn’t get away from him fast enough.

The guard opened the door for you the moment you reached it, and as soon as you were back in the control room, you collapsed to your knees and vomited into a trashcan. Your hands were shaking as you tried to steady yourself enough to just stay on your knees and not fall into a foetal position. But then one of the guards, you couldn’t tell who, offered you a helping hand, having to almost lift you up to get you into a chair.

He tried to say something, or maybe ask you a question, but all you heard was Prince’s voice echoing in your mind. The world around you was a blur to all your senses while your brain worked with all its might to try and recreate those memories, desperate to find answers even though you already knew you wouldn’t. But then one of the words spoken by someone in the room reached through the haze.

Moreno. A person somewhere beside you said the name, which confused you. Because why would anyone say that in those circumstances unless he was there? Which he shouldn’t be, you’d made it very clear he wasn’t welcome unless he was gonna be supportive. But when you lifted your gaze to check, sure enough he was right there in front of you, staring towards the now muted visiting room with the most pained expression you’d ever seen on his face, and his eyes were so dark you didn’t even recognize them.

He stood as far from you as the room allowed, and you could tell he was afraid to get too close because of the unfiltered rage which was emanating from him. This was exactly what you’d been afraid of. What you’d suspected would happen if he came here with anything but a desire to help you, which you’d known all along he wouldn’t be capable of focusing on. Not when he’d already made up his mind that you’d been stupid to agree to this at all.

“Marcus…” you tried, but he didn’t respond.

He was right there. The one person in this world you wanted and needed right then, more than anything, but he was completely unavailable.

“Please… I need you,” you begged, feeling your voice falter with overpowering sadness, because you already knew he wouldn’t come to you.

His eyes met yours, only for a moment, and then he swept around to the door, walking out without a word, and you felt as though you broke in half right there. A nameless emptiness filled you, stripping you of all hope that you might one day be happy again, and you wished for lightning to strike and everything to stop. Because without him, there was no light to aim for. As the wide planes of his back disappeared out the door, all your strength and will to fight left with him.

You sat in the control room, trying to remember why you were even there, since nothing seemed to matter anymore, until the same guard from before asked you if he should help you find your way out of the building. How much time passed between then and when you walked out of the prison, you didn’t know. You felt like you were on autopilot. Like nothing inside you was working right, and you had no idea how to even begin fixing it. You just knew everything hurt.

But as you stepped out to the parking lot, you were met by flashing red and blue lights against the evening darkness, and it took you a minute to figure out why. The lampposts had been destroyed so there was no regular light out there, but once your eyes adjusted, you saw the cars, the guard rails, the pipes and metal wires which had been wrung out from underneath the pavement. Every piece of metal in sight was crumpled or distorted.

Marcus had to have run out because he’d felt this coming, and been afraid of hurting you or accidentally setting prisoners loose if he broke parts of the building. And while you wanted to believe that his love for you would’ve prevented all this if he’d just dared to lean on it, you honestly couldn’t say if it would’ve worked. You knew he would never wilfully harm you, but as long as he didn’t trust himself, you also knew he would never let you near him.

As an employee of the Heroics organization, you were able to do some damage control on his behalf, speaking to the police and the prison warden to try and minimize the impact this would have once it reached the press and the public. It gave you something practical to focus on, and a chance to practice your PR skills, but it took several hours.

By the time you parked your car on the driveway of your house, the clock on the dashboard read nearly 9pm, and while you were tired and emotionally drained, you didn’t wanna go inside. You turned the engine off and unbuckled yourself, but then just sat there in the driver’s seat, staring at this home you’d spent so much time and effort making for yourself, now looking so cold and empty after the weeks spent at Casa Moreno.

You wanted to be just about anywhere but there that night. All alone and hurting. But aside from checking into a hotel, you had nowhere else to go. Taking a breath in the hopes it would somehow restore enough energy to get you onto your feet and through the door, you dragged yourself out of the car but then leaned against the side of it, turning your gaze up at the stars.

You lived in a suburb, not far from the city, so the ambient lights drowned out most of the twinkling lights up there, but looking at them always reminded you of how insignificant even the most terrible things were in the grand scheme of the cosmos. That night, they also brought your mind to the sun and how incredible it was that this planet had found itself on just the right distance from it for life to flourish here. Which then reminded you of a place where you might be welcome, after all.

It took you an hour to get there, both due to distance and because it was a difficult place to find, even though you had the correct address. You knocked on the door and waited, honestly having had no idea if you were about to get a door slammed in your face. But you didn’t have a plan B, so if that happened, you might as well sleep out there on her lawn.

She must’ve been busy, or possibly already sleep, but eventually the door opened and a sceptical looking Anita, wearing a robe and carrying her cane, scanned you from head to toe, before settling on your eyes where her gaze turned both soft and irritated with realization.

“Ay, niña,” she sighed unhappily. “I’m gonna wring his neck the next time I see him, you mark my words.”

#marcus moreno fanfiction #marcus moreno x female reader #marcus moreno x reader #we can be heroes fic #we can be heroes au #au fic #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #sirowsky stories #superhero stories

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mocolococoffeesimp · 9 months ago

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This is a bit different than most of what I publish on my blog. An original story by yours truly, featuring one of my ocs Candi! I have been writing this on and off for the past month or so. To those that aren't aware Candi is actually the face of my blog. So, I thought why not write a short story for him? Is this a masterclass in literature? No, but it is something to try to flesh out character. So, here's the story, for those interested.

Word count: 2073.

"Come around, come around! Come and take a look at the fine merchandise!" A young man named Candi was trying to sell stuff he had acquired. Some more legal ways than others. "You want something for your partner? I got it." A small crowd had appeared before the table where he was selling the stuff. He held a wooden clock up to the crowd. "How about this fine clock, good people?" He let the audience look at it. "Sturdy and ancient. Worth bragging to your friends." He smirked at the audience, knocking on the wooden clock to show its durability. Only for the bottom of the clock giving out, the mechanic of the clock falling down on the ground. The crowd stifled their laughter at the sight. Candi didn't seem to falter.

"Well, it is still a fine looking accessory. So, any buyers? How about you, miss?" He pointed at a woman, who was dressed fancily. She shook her head. And, just like that the crowd started to move away from the table. Candi tried his best to sell something, only managing to sell lollipops to children. As the evening arrived, a couple guards arrived at the table. Candi looked up from the comic book he was reading. Once he realized they were potential customers he smiled widely. "Evening, gentlemen. May I interest you in some goods?" The guards looked at each other, before another one of the guards took out a wanted poster.

"Are you.. Candi?" Candi chuckled nervously, ready to start running any moment. "Depends who's asking." Before the guards could react to it he threw some of the items from the table, confusing them for a moment. Candi started running as fast as he could. Guards started to run after him, dedicated to catching him.

"What is it this time?" Candi muttered as he jumped over fences and obstacles with ease. "Larceny? Nah, I haven't stolen anything for a couple of weeks. Spying, nope." The guards were falling further and further behind him, as he kept on jumping over obstacles and such, showing off his mobility. Soon enough, Candi was climbing a ladder. Once he reached the roof, he looked behind him not seeing the guards. He laid down on the roof, catching his breath.

"They were probably some newbies, trying to solve some old unsolved case." He muttered to himself. As he laid on the roof, he noticed a delivery happening on the road. His interest was piqued, as he kept looking at it.

"A lot of guards... Usually it means something valuable." Candi looks at the delivery with intrigue. As the guards started to drag the delivery out of the van, he saw a large blue diamond in the glass casing. His eyes twinkled with dollar signs, as he already thought of how to get the diamond.

"Me want, me want..." He muttered to himself, as he started to think. "I am low on funds after ditching my merchandise... Not to mention, stealing a diamond would be a fun challenge... Let's do it!" He declared to himself, as he took a confident pose on the rood, his eyes landing on the castle where the diamond was being delivered.

After a couple of days. Candi was wearing a fancy bathrobe, as he had a facemask on. He was looking through some information about the security for the diamond. It was tight security, but Candi didn't falter about this. He was excited about the challenge. He sipped a can of soda, as he went looking for an opening in the security. "Hmmm...." He looked at the floor plan he had set on the wall, upside down on the couch. "Nope, didn't help." It seemed like he didn't have a way in. "Ventilation system, nah. Doesn't go to the right place. Sewers, not a straight access." He stood up, kicking the soda can on the table. "Damn it!" He quickly grabbed some tissue to dry the table. Once, he dried the soda off the table, he noticed a message on his phone. As he opened the message, his smirk widened.

"Well, it looks like the front-door is the solution." He set the phone on the table, revealing an ad to a party in the castle. He had some clothes shopping to do.. Right after, he's done with his beauty routine.

A door opened to a locker-room, revealing Candi stepping into the room. He stopped by the nearest locker. He took out a pair of lock-picks starting to lock-picking a lock on the locker. Without a problem, the door opened. There was a uniform inside among some other equipment. As Candi grabbed the uniform for his plans, he noticed a can of soda.

"Ooh, bonus." He folded the uniform over his arm, and cracked the can open. He sipped the drink absentmindedly, only for his face to turn into one of disgust. "Ew, gross. What kind of lunatic drinks soda warm?" As he complained to himself, the door to the locker room opened. The guard looked at Candi, it being obvious he wasn't supposed to be there.

"Hi?" Candi waved to the guard. Guard looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm the new recruit?" The guard noticed the open locker next to him. He then realized what was going on. "Hey, that's my locker! Stop..." Before the guard could finish her sentence, Candi threw the full can of soda at her face. This confused her enough, for Candi to slide past her and start running away from her. As he ran, the alarm started to ring trying out the facility.

"There is an intruder in the building. Capture him." The monotone voice from the speakers alarmed everyone to be alert to Candi. As he ran past the corridors, guards started running after him. He was close to the door, but it started to slide down. Candi managed just in time to slide beneath it, leaving the guards to the other side of it. He was smug about it, as he waved to guards. "See ya never." He waved to the guards, only to trip over a rock. He managed to stay up, but his cool moment was ruined. He didn't dare to look back at the guards, as he started running again. His plan was coming together.

Couple days later.

Candi was munching on a sandwich, as he was scouting the castle through binoculars.

"Hmm.... Where to get out?" He looked at the castle from top to bottom. His plan was to get in as a guard, take the guard outfit off, as guards would soon realize he wasn’t with them, blend in with the guests, find a vault, steal the diamond and leave. But, the problem was where to get out. He could always jump out of the window. But, after doing that couple times, he would prefer a safer way down. "Maybe there.." He saw a ladder going up to a window, which was pretty high up. It looked like it was the sixth floor, but after that he could parkour his way down.

"Seems easy enough..." As he was doing that, he also wrote down guards patterns around the castle. He had to be prepared for the heist, when to move in specific areas and such. His plan was coming together, he would make a bank with this one.

"Evening." A guard nodded to another guard. The guard was shorter than most, once the guard got inside and beyond a corner where no one would see him, he removed the helmet revealing Candi. He had a cheeky smirk on his face. "Hah, idiots." He took the rest of the guard outfit off, revealing he had dressed in quite the flamboyant way to blend in with the other guests. He tossed the guard uniform to a corner, blending in with other guests. He entered the dance hall, looking for the most lucrative spot. He had a smirk, as he started emptying some pockets. Talking to the rich guests, distracting them as he took their wallets. The guards entered the dance hall, making Candi a bit nervous.

"Alright... A distraction is needed..." He started to look around the dance hall, for something to allow him to slip past them and possibly into the vault. Or, at least near it, as he still wasn't certain where the vault was. "Excuse me.." He tapped a woman's shoulder getting her attention. He bowed to her. "May your radiance allow me to dance with you?" He put his best game on. The woman agreed, thinking she was going to be swept off her feet... She was wrong. As Candi took the lead with the dance, he occasionally stepped on her toes and she stepped on his. It was a painful dance for both of them, but it worked as a distraction. Others started to waltz around them, giving Candi an opportunity to slide under guard's eyes. Candi apologized to the woman about the dance, jogging where the guards had come from.

"Alright.... Where there are guards, is something valuable.." Candi muttered to himself, as he explored the corridors. He soon enough found a guard, guarding something. Candi smirked to himself, as a plan formed in his head.

"Oh poor me..." He waltzed into the guards vision, pretending to be drunk. He tried to take support from a table, only to fall onto the floor overdramatically. The guard rushed to him. "Are you okay, sir? I can get you some water." He held Candi gently to check if he took any damage from the fall. Then Candi slammed the guard's head against the floor, effectively knocking him out.

"Easy enough." Candi whistled to himself, as he checked the guard for keys. "Of course not... Let's do this the hard way then." He started to lockpick the safe, behind the door. It only took him a moment for it to open. And, there it was the diamond, he had seen so much effort for. "Jackpot." As he grabbed it, a sound behind him made him stop. "Drop the diamond and get on your knees." Candi turned to face the voice, seeing a muscular guard, she seemed about to be thirty, if Candy had to guess.

"Well, I happened to work extremely hard for this. So, nope. Unless, you ask kindly." Candi smirked at her, as he scouted for a way to get past her,

"Hard? Sure, stealing is so hard. Drop the diamond. I won't ask again." She pointed a baton at him. He rolled his eyes. "Well, since you asked so nicely." He threw the diamond at her, making her drop the baton trying to capture the diamond. Candi took his chance, tripping the guard and capturing the diamond. All before the guard could react. Candi was about to say something snarky, but she tripped him as well. Candi hopped just enough to stand still. Guard stood up, managing to punch Candi. Candi hopped backwards, away from her.

"Damn, I do love a woman who could kick my ass." Candi kept on hopping backwards gaining distance from her. "Watch your mouth, and you'll be leaving in cuffs." The guard snarled at him.

"Aw, buy me dinner first." With that, Candi started throwing whatever he could at her. One of those things happened to be a lit candle. Candi realized too late what he had thrown. But, he wasn't going to stick around to find out the results. "See ya never!" Candi winked at her, as he started running.

"Get back here, you damn twink!" Candi ignored her cries. Guard started to put out the fire. It didn't do any massive damage, but it was enough to set off the fire alarm. Candi opened the window, jumping to the ladder. He started to climb down in peace, as he noticed the people leaving the castle. Once he got close enough to the ground, he jumped off the ladder and blended in with the crowd.

Once he got to his apartment he tossed the diamond into the air with a gleeful smile. He set it down on the desk with a loud thud. He leaned back on his couch, with a satisfied sigh.

"Another successful heist." He looks at the diamond. "To sell or not to sell? That is a question." He pondered to himself, as he cracked a well deserved soda for himself. He was extremely satisfied with himself. for pulling off the perfect heist... Perfect in his mind.

#guilty gear #guilty gear headcanons #guilty gear oc

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cherryatombomb · 1 year ago

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Bewitch You

John "Soap" MacTavish x Simon "Ghost" Riley

tags: fluff, meet cute, little to no angst.

read on ao3 here :)

A life of simplicity was something Simon never, truly, saw himself having. Even back when he was a butcher, he never expected it to last. Something in the back of his mind insisted that he keep on guard – and, well, look where it got him. He could barely look himself in the mirror, these days.

So, it was forgivable that, now he’d been discharged from the military, and was living a supposedly normal life, he just felt... ill at ease.

He had a house, now. A big, empty house, all for himself. He had a garden, he had house plants, he had his own little conservatory. And it was weird.

For the first month, he didn’t even sleep on his bed. He slept on the floor. It made more sense, to him – it felt more comfortable. If something were to come, in the middle of the night, it wouldn’t be as difficult to wake up.

That and the bed was too fucking soft. Christ, that mattress felt like sinking into a marshmallow – how the hell do people sleep like that?

Still, months passed, and he only felt somewhat like he was losing in mind. In Ghost’s head, that was progress.

Eventually, Price seemed to tire of Ghost’s constant irritation. Supposedly, his former Commander wanted peace and quiet, and not Ghost always calling him to gripe about how soft his mattress was, or how quiet his neighbourhood was, or--

You get the gist.

So, here he was. Two months later, after Price’s suggestion. He was sat upon his sofa, looking down at the small creature sat on his lap, staring up at him. Fearless little bugger, the dog was so small that he was sure some of his boots towered over it, yet he didn’t seem fussed. Grey fur, messy and tousled, and piercing blue eyes that seem fixed on him.

An emotional support animal.

On the way to his shelter, he thought about getting a stereotypical one. The sort that could defend him at home – a German Shepard, or an Alsatian, or a Doberman. And don’t get him wrong, there were plenty there. In fact, the person showing him around the adoption centre seemed to be encouraging him towards one of those.

But then he saw Frank.

Frank was a mutt. A chihuahua, probably, mixed with something else. He had wiry fur, and despite his small stature, he barked like hell when Simon approached the cage.

“This is Frank,” the worker said, a sheepish look in their eyes, “He’s... a handful. His last owner was not... the greatest. He’s been neglected, abused. He’s not good with children, or... a lot of other things. He barks a lot.”

Well, Simon had been sold.

Fuck, Price was going to laugh like hell when told about the dog he’d adopted.

So he looked down at Frank, watching the dog appraise him.

“You want to go on a walk?”

A bark was his only response. Perfect.

Gently nudging the dog out of his lap, he grabbed the lead he’d bought, alongside the harness. Frank grumped and growled about the whole situation, but, for some reason, decided Simon was trustworthy enough for now, and allowed it to happen.

Within the next ten minutes, they headed outside. In hindsight, it must look pretty strange. Ghost, being a tall man, muscled, scarred, lower half of his face covered up with a facemask (part of him still missed the full balaclava, but he recognized he couldn’t wear that around a neighbourhood without looking like a burglar), and here he was with his dog, a pipsqueak who was eyeing everything angrily.

It was an arduous walk, for the most part. The list of things Frank didn’t like was increasing by the minute: big dogs, little dogs, men who walk too fast, bikes, kites, frisbees... Ghost could continue, but he won’t. Part of him could relate, though. All those mundane things just felt threatening, now. Painful. So, he understood Frank, greatly.

Eventually, the duo made it just outside Simon’s house. Frank, despite having not spent much time there, seemed to realize that this was home, and relaxed a lot more. Perhaps he’d take him to a more secluded place, next time – the park wasn’t ideal for either of them.

It was only as they were just moving onto Simon’s driveway that something ruined the calm that had settled over Frank – a loud, purring engine could be heard, and he recognized it as a motorbike. Frank seemed to tense, and a growl escaped him, all his fur seeming to go on one end. Poor guy. Loud noise like that must be overwhelming, with little ears. He tried to do what felt right – in one fell swoop, he crouched down, and lifted Frank into his arms. The little dog fit perfectly there.

Only then did he look up, seeking the source of the noise. A nice motorbike came driving down the road, and Frank’s barks only grew more incessant the closer it got. The bike didn’t drive away, though. No, instead, it pulled into the driveway next to Ghost’s.

Oh, Christ, it was his neighbour.

He’d seen the house up for sale for a while, now, and saw it’d been sold the past month. He’d never fully sussed if the people had moved in until now, though.

Before he could rush himself and the still-growling Frank inside, Ghost realized he’d been staring at the biker, and the biker, now parked, was staring back. It was difficult to tell, through the visor, whether he was staring at Frank or Simon, though.

He tried to turn, walk inside, but as the motorbike shut off, he heard the man slip off his bike, and then approach. Frank’s growling intensified.

“Hey there,” His new neighbour said, slipping off his helmet. Simon blinked a few times as he looked him over. Somebody up there, if heaven existed, fucking hated him. A fucking mohawk, the prettiest blue eyes he’d seen, and a fucking gorgeous face – the man was handsome. His neighbour was every part his type.

Ghost was in hell.

This cushy little neighbourhood, and this nice suburban house, was his personal hell. At least he had Frank, to keep him somewhat sane.

“Feisty little fella, ain’t he?” The man asked, a smile quirking his pretty lips. Still in Simon’s arms, Frank seemed to settle somewhat, but was eyeing this mystery man with a great deal of suspicion.

“Sorry - I’m your neighbour. Name’s John MacTavish. Moved myself in just the other day,” One of his hands offered out for a handshake, and Simon’s heart hammered at the thought of shaking his hand.

What the hell was wrong with him?

… Ah, shit, he’d been leaving him hanging.

Adjusting Frank so he was carefully cradled in one hand, Simon offered out his own – gloved – hand, and shook John’s. “Simon,” he introduced, “and he’s Frank,”

“Frank? Oh, he’s a handsome man,” John cooed, “Can I say hi?”

Simon swallowed, and then crouched down, and placed Frank on the ground. “...Yeah.”

Rather than scare Frank by looming over him, John placed his helmet on the ground behind him, and then sat, cross-legged, on the floor, holding out a hand for the dog. Simon only watched, silently, as Frank tentatively sniffed John’s hand, and then his tail slowly began to wag. The little dog stepped closer, nudging against Johnny’s leather-coated leg, and then hopped into his lap.

“He likes you,” Simon commented.

The smile that crossed John’s lips made his heart freeze. Fuck, he wanted to see him smile like that more often.

Ghost felt almost like he’d been possessed. Maybe was something was wrong with him. A fever? A mental break? Maybe living outside of warfare, living a peaceful life, for a few months, had left his mind deteriorating.

He didn’t just get crushes on people.

Something was wrong.

“I’m glad!” John replied, using his teeth to tug off one of his gloves, a movement that was obscenely hot, and so fucking unfair. “Just doesn’t like the bike, does he? That’s fair. Noisy thing, aye?” He chuckled.

“And the helmet.” Simon informed.

“And the helmet,” John agreed, “So scary,”

“And dogs. And tree branches. And bicycles. And frisbees. And...” He trailed off, a dry amusement in his tone.

“Very sensible phobias. Who knows when a tree branch’ll conk you in the head? Or a cyclist will roll over your feet? Frank seems like a reasonable man,” John said, looking up at Simon with a smile.

“Frank’s scared of everything, Johnny,” Ghost informed, though his lips twitched upwards in amusement. Fucking hell, was he smiling? Maybe this was a mental break.

“Well,” Johnny began, still gently petting the dog, who had now decided that he enjoyed his company, “Can’t blame him for it. Little man, big world. Guess it’s nice he’s got a guy like you to look after him, eh?”

Simon Riley wasn’t blushing. He wasn’t. If anybody dare insinuate he was, he’d--

“It’s been good meeting you, and meeting Frank,” Johnny finally coaxed the little dog out of his lap and righted himself to a stand. Frank bumped his head against his leg, and then stepped away, returning to his usual duties of sniffing the grass, and eyeing any butterflies around suspiciously. “Gotta do some baking. My niece lives nearby, got a bake sale at school, I offered to help. Never quite figured out how to make cupcakes without burning them, but I’ll get it,” he grinned, squatting down to pick up his helmet. “I’ll see you around, hey?”

Simon nodded, glancing down at Frank, and trying to figure out how any of this worked. He was just a normal man, having a conversation with another normal man, who was his neighbour. That worked. He could do that.

“Sure,” he agreed, weakly. Fucking hell, he could hear the rest of the 141 laughing at him now, overly their weekly drinks. How could a few months make him lose his touch like this?

Then Johnny smiled again, and waved, and turned around, and Simon decided it wasn’t quite so bad.

Not when he had a view like that. A cursory glance around showed him that nobody had noticed him rather obviously staring at Johnny’s ass, but nobody did. Well, except for Frank, who was staring at him like he was judging him for everything.

Simon returned that look, for just a moment, before he walked back inside, and locked the door behind him. He took the harness off Frank, who ran into the living room and hopped up onto the sofa using the small stepping stool Ghost had left him. Ghost joined him on the sofa, after a moment. He turned on a movie, just for the background noise, trying to distract his mind.

His mind never stopped buzzing about Johnny, however. His new neighbour.

Fuck, he already had it bad for him. Maybe he should bake him some cakes. Just for... a housewarming gift, right? For his neighbour's niece.

Just... well... he hadn’t had much experience of making cupcakes.

It couldn’t be too difficult, right?

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