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dailytatsu · 3 years ago

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Hello! I saw request were open so i was wondering if i could request some headcanons of the Archons and/or the Adepti meeting a God reader who is the God of Chaos and destruction. The reader is not a Archon tho and travels all over Teyvat cuz small bits of destruction were ever they go. They're pretty mischievous and somewhat smug but despite how they act they're actually a good person. They dont mean to cause problems(most of the time anyways) chaos follows them were ever they go. Idk if you have a character limit but if you do please tell me so i wont make a mistake again. And if there is you can just do Zhongli and Xiao. Optionally could you make them a dendro user, there not a lot of dendro content and if not thats fine. I understand. Could you make the reader Gn or Non-binary they/them pronouns please? If not male reader is totally fine. Im so sorry for the long post and I hope you have a good day/night!

Ohmy, it’s my first time just writing headcanons! I’m use to write a lot, so let’s hope I did it right (^ ^' )7

Thanks for the request! ✨

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[HC] God of Chaos! Reader and the Archons + Xiao

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Shogun Raiden (Ei).

Gn! Reader

I tried doing it with everyone but I’m no still that confident to try writing with some characters ＿|￣|○

Sorry for any mistakes!

Request are open!

Genshin Masterlist

Second part ->

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VENTI

To be honest, he didn't notice your presence at first. He had other concerns on his mind that day to perceive the chaotic (and slightly threatening) aura that Mondstadt was infected with that day.

Barbatos is a person of habit, so he couldn't help but be curious when the crowd in front of him began to look a little agitated instead of seeming to enjoy his lyre and his songs.

But then a series of domino events appeared in front of his very eyes.

The purity of the chaos was such that he felt overwhelmed, even without the white-haired boy around, if it wasn’t Bennett fault, then how was it possible for everything to be ruined in such a short time?

His patience ended when, out of nowhere, the strings of his lyre jumped close to his face as they snapped. Making that awful noise that couldn’t mean nothing good.

Okay, enough, who is messing around in here? No more joking in his nation!

He concentrated a little, a faint but unique presence kept his nerves on edge, as if he was being watched from afar. He moved away from the busy areas and then chased that ephemeral energy to the highest point of the church, where the bells were ringing in an irregular and stressful way.

Then he found you. Snoozing against one of the columns, somewhat tired because the trip you made to reach Mondstadt.

Surprisingly, Barbatos understood you since the first exchange of words. A god of chaos who was also a free spirit, you followed no rules ever written in Teyvat, and you had no plans to apologize for the mess you made.

Both of you were Zhongli’s worst nightmare, but that’s another story.

He managed to through your arrogance and your teasing nature that you, in fact, were a lonely spirit that liked to witness the life from above of everyone.

The difference between teasing someone accidentally and committing a crime was really visible, but he still couldn't help but feel like he should scold you after your mere presence messed up with the guild's baskets full of fish.

But hey! He also enjoy the company! Venti tried to teach you how to enjoy the calm and the whisper of wind, music can also contain chaos, feelings, old stories waiting to be told again, expressions and desire united, in a wonderful piece of-

As you yawned his lyre broke up again. Making clear the message.

Okay, not even God of Freedom and Wind can control chaos. Anyways, what a tragedy, but there’s nothing a simple bard can do, smh.

“Do you like kids, don’t you?” He said once, after a nice day of hearing him sing before your chaos reached his little concert. Again watching everyone from above on the hands of the statue, with your attention caught by some kids playing tag.

“… I don’t know what do you mean.” Once discovered you had no choice but to remain defensive, pretending to be disinterested.

“Heh, you aren’t a good liar.” It may not be the wisest thing to make fun of someone who could destroy the place where you were resting, but Venti was confident that he knew you well enough to know that you were not so explosive. “You know!, I just have some pieces, but I think it’s because they are little walking concentrations of pure and innocent chaos, am I wrong?”

He wasn’t, no at all. But you would never confess something that embarrassing.

This guy wrote a ballad about the days when Mondstadt got immerse with that strike of bad luck. Kind of an apology of not being able to handle the situation.

Now there’s the rumor that says that, every time somebody sings that song, something unlucky will happen in front of you.

The song is cursed.

One night when the moon was shining on the Cider Lake his well tuned ears distinguished a melody that was broken from time to time by the accidents of his performer, distracting him of his way to look for you.

It could be painful to listen to, but Venti could certainly feel the dedication of the one who was playing the imperfect song.

The ballad of the god of chaos, hummed like a lullaby that instead of making you sleep makes you question the events of the day. Wishing for the slightest thing to be different after an exhaustive week of peace and tranquility.

A lonely spirits cursing their existence, sitting in the highest point of a stranger’s palace, where you can reach the sky by only rising your hand.

The next day, Barbatos invited you to drink some wine, this time near Windrise to avoid accidents in the city.

As he almost dropped the bottle when a lot of slimes were attracted by your presence, he confirmed the theory about that the way to spend time with you would not be his personal definition of hanging out.

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ZHONGLI

Okay, there’s only two scenarios that could happened when you set a foot in Liyue.

Old man has a soft spot for you for being a relative young deity.

Or he’s always lecturing you for not having control of your aura and powers.

How u dare bringing chaos to the nation of order? It’s that a death wish?

Jokes aside, you’re not really a threat. And he could sense that after he saw how you tried to avoid having direct contact with the city. Rex Lapis found your silhouette jumping and crossing through the mountains until reaching the fairest point that allowed you to enjoy the view of the streets that were filled with life and light as the sunsets.

He even noticed how you sighed in frustration when a storm started out of nowhere. A rain dedicated just for the arriving of the God of Chaos. Not even bothering of getting shield, you stayed in your place to look at all the people who were getting back to their places.

The rain seemed to stop over your head, for a second was enough to stop you from being cruelly swamped by the very weather you had created. An elegant umbrella covered you, the long awaited surprise you expected from someone as outdated as Morax.

You looked up, and found his expression calm and attentive, watching you. As if he had made a great discovery that he could not believe

“May I have a moment of your time to keep you company? Letting out your sorrows in the middle of a torrential storm is not what I would recommend as way to spend a good day.”

“… What are you talking about? Get in your own business, old man.”

“Well, you should know that a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved.”

Next time you knew was that he was helping you to dry your hair with a towel once you let him guide you to his place.

Zhongli picked you up like a abandoned cat that day. Even if having you near meant to deal with new the roof leaks.

Also kept you away from Hu Tao, if you two ever get along for being partners in crime he would seal himself underground-

For all the time you spend exploring Liyue, there he was. Like a little kid showing his treasures. But also like a worried father looking after his child for them not to stumble making their first steps.

Look at you! Almost crushing those Treasure Hoarders when a bunch of rocks fell down after you jumped at the edge of the cliff.

Wait, no- come back here! You should verify the surroundings and be aware of the weight of your power if you’re going to explore in that bold way. You, chaotic brat.

Another one who believed fervently that your mood was to blame for the constant chaos you caused. He also tried to show you the wonders of peace and calm, teaching you how to prepare tea while listening to the storyteller (also both being a little far away from the rest of them, just in case).

He couldn’t help but sigh when the teapot arm broke as soon as you tried to serve the tea. What a waste, he thought.

You apologized to him, kind of stressed with yourself after you took all the pieces with your bare hands to run away with them. Leaving a confused Zhongli behind.

Next day you were back, with the teapot repaired and just like new.

He let out a lot of thankful words, some flattering and a lot more cheesy things that you never had received before.

With that unexpected affection you couldn’t help but react flustered; then a cat that was chasing a bird jumped through a lot of decorations and merchandise, almost starting a fire as the chained events kept going.

Yeah,, uh, Zhongli got some useful mental notes about you and your chaos that day.

Hey, before you go, want to make a contract? You won’t regret it!

But as the wandering spirit you were you had no problems in reject his offer, but also promising that you would visit Liyue if he wanted you to.

Of course he wanted! But.. maybe next time you should stay in Huaguang Stone Forest instead of roaming near the city,,

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XIAO

Tried to kill you.

I mean, your aura is threatening and full of a destructive energy, how is possible that you weren’t a demon to eradicate??

Sorry, but he had a point.

Your first met was on your way to reach Huaguang Stone Forest along with Zhongli for introduce you with the Adeptus.

Xiao, in the other side, thought that you were about to attack Morax from behind, so he just struck against you. With his polearm near to go through your chest, just stopped because you felt him before.

Lifting your hand at his direction, summoning chaos, this time, on purpose. The wind gained a wrathful nature and the biggest roots that were hiding under his feet rose to caught him.

And when you were about to hit each other Zhongli’s shield appeared just in time to separate both of you. Preventing a real catastrophic event.

Now stop fighting and introduce to each other.

Nice(n’t) to meet u.

What if you tried to awake Azhdaha to bring chaos and destruction to Liyue? What if you wanted to summoned Osial? What if… ?

Zhongli had to confirm and promise to him that those cruel possibilities won’t be a near future for respecting the real reason of your travel.

No matter if he wasn’t comfortable with your presence, it wasn’t his decision to allow you to roam freely, so he had to get use to it.

He immediately knew after hearing about your nature that was your fault that lately there were a lot more demons and monsters. Even his karma was getting more painful than usual.

(If you ever meet Hu Tao, please think twice before doing Xiao a prank)

You both didn’t interact a lot, and being honest, it was better that way.

He hadn’t a single intention of talking with you again until the day you were practicing the song that your Anemo friend taught you. By the other hand, Xiao noticed that the melody had the same nature as the one he once heard before being consumed by the karma.

It wasn’t a flute, but a worn lyre that was still in one piece after weeks of being repaired again and again.

“That song… ”

“Do you know it?” Xiao just nodded, staying in silence, being your very first audience even if you still have a lot to learn about playing a lyre.

It wasn’t as effective as the original, but was still… nice, kind of nostalgic.

Next morning, the Yaksha called for you. Made you stay still in the middle of a plain and then he disappeared of your sight.

He abandoned y- wait, what’s that? Why those monsters has that weird dark aura?

You were about to defend yourself until Xiao appeared back just in time to defeat them.

That day you became his personal bait for demons and monsters. Naturally you attracted chaos, so anyway you were, there will be also something to fight.

I guess this is your way to pay for all the troubles you made for him and his duty, so no complaining about it.

If you ask for a unexpected experience to Ganyu she would said that once she found both of you fighting along against the catastrophe, looking after each other’s back and almost having a perfect synchrony.

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SHOGUN RAIDEN; EI

Also tried to kill you.

Well, the puppet tried to.

And then Ei tried when you had the opportunity of facing her.

But since killing a god just mean the releasing of a lot, pure, energy she couldn’t afford that risk, much less considering your “speciality”.

Who knows what would happen to Inazuma if your vital energy burst across the nation. Just like that old story about Sal Terrae and their goddess.

She just defeated you. Letting you rest and recovering in the midst of the plane of her reality within her mind. Your inert body in the middle of the battlefield as she kept meditating.

When you woke up she ignored your presence, but also denying your complaints about letting you go out back.

In her words, you were a burden, another enemy of eternity. Something as unpredictable as you and your “accidents” couldn’t get along with her utopia.

Ei could banish you from Inazuma, but she knows your type. Stubborn and not accepting the most simple orders to obey.

She knew that you would found a way to be back.

It’s better like this.

And in the hypothetical case of you being freed when she trapped the traveler (kicking you out) and then having a chance to see her again after the end of the war, then things would be somewhat different.

There’s not that much of civilization on some islands, so she allowed you to explore as much as your heart wanted. But if something serious happen, she promised that would end her work in the middle of the sea so your remains never be found.

Okay, message clear. Just do chaos near monsters and bandits, got it,,

Even if she wanted to spend some time with you and telling you some stories about Inazuma and other gods she couldn’t found the right time to call you at her presence.

As the current ruler of Inazuma she was busier than the rest of Archons you have meet. Maybe just some letters now and then like a way to keep a logbook, but not really a face to face talk.

Until she got the opportunity of a day off, just to found you messing around near some ruins. Trying to solve a puzzle before your speciality strikes in. The structure fell down after your fingertips reached the stone.

When the dust dissipated, you discovered her figure judging you from the other side of the remain ruins.

Give her a good reason for not errase you from the map, I dare u.

You felt the worst was about to come when Ei ordered you to follow her after a long sigh. Crossing her arms and starting to walk away from the bunch of old and worn rock.

Plot Twist, she actually invited you to rest under a tree, asking in her serene voice the reason for your journey and your origin. In such a direct way that it seemed more like a sentence than a talk to get to know each other better.

You answered what you could remember and then the silence stayed like the only way of interaction between you two.

Ohno, you know this pattern. Something’s about to happen-

“There is some strange beauty in the chaos, it may be the calm after the storm, but the catastrophe itself is seen as a necessary evil to appreciate the stillness. How much it would last until the lighting hit the valley?”

“So I arrived to keep order between the humans?”

Well yes, but actually no.

“… You see, if there is nothing but order and a lack of problems, mortals are likely to create them on their own. Their minds feels the need to be tested, to prove their worth, so I guess some of your chaos may be part of the history.”

“… then shall we take a walk in Inazuma?” You did not know if you were right, but you thought you saw a faint smile through his lips in the same way that lightning can be seen in the sky.

“I’ll allow it.” She said.

Her only condition was for you not to approach the huge boxes of fireworks down the street.

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honey-milk-depresso · 3 years ago

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Meanie (Azul Ashengrotto x Reader) 8

Part 1,

part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8 (END)

The final chapter. Congratulations for surviving this long with my bullshit-

“Everyone, please place the flower we have given you in their coffin.”

The sunlight was shining brightly in the early morning of NRC’s campus,

but no happiness was to be found.

Just yesterday, you have died.

And it took a moment for Azul to realize that you were truly gone.

Everyone in NRC lined up in a single file to pay their final respects to you, one by one placing their flower in your coffin.

When it came to Azul’s turn, he had to hold himself from crying. He felt as if you were watching him. If he cried, you’ll cry too, and he doesn’t want you to fully leave this world with sadness and guilt.

He looked at you. Even if you’re dead, you looked as beautiful as ever.

He grabbed your cold hands, and placed the flower in the middle of your chest, before he gently used your hands to cover the flower, as if you are holding it.

“I love you,” he whispered, “I hope you go to a safe place.” And he walked away.

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Azul walked back to Octavinelle with Jade and Floyd. They were silent. Yes, even Floyd stayed quiet.

The atmosphere was solemn.

Azul was solemn.

Never in his life have he came across death, let alone, someone he hold close to.

He used to love before.

He went back to his office alone and tilted his head up. Jade and Floyd went back to their rooms.

He’s not crying. He won’t cry for you.

Read it.

He heard something whisper.

“What..?”

The notebook.

He glanced to his right, the notebook labelled “ To Azul Ashengrotto”.

“Read it after they die,” Trey’s words echoed in his head as he recalls.

He grabbed the book.

To Azul Ashengrotto.

He stared at it, hesitantly flipping to the first page.

“I’m rewriting this from the accounts of Y/n, Azul. She asked for it. I hope you’re reading this.

- Trey Clover”

So Trey wrote this book for you to him.

“Azul and I were chilling at Monstro Lounge in the VIP room.

Lmao, he was soooo unlucky with his pulls, and had to answer all my questions and stuff. Apparently he thinks Idia is more handsome than Jade. Ooh~

I really loved the fact he wanted to spend time with me although he looks so done. I really appreciate it!”

He snorted. That was so you.

“Azul and I hanged out at the Rose Kingdom. I’m so glad Headmaster allowed me to hang out with him! Sometimes I feel like Headmaster is a dad.

I had so much fun! Though, it’s kinda embarrassing that Azul spoilt me with so many gifts, and all I did was drag him around. I love the octopus plushie he won for me. It’s so chubby, soft and cute, just like him!

He also bought me food from Trey’s awesome family bakery, and a really expensive pendent. I feel guilty, but I love it! It’s so pretty!”

He sighed. Really? Chubby?

“Headmaster told me I’m going to die in five months time. I’m really scared. I know I’ve joked about I feel like dying cuz of Professor Crewel’s homework, now facing with death, it feels really scary.

I have to tell everyone right? Headmaster told me he’ll tell my friends, that includes Azul. How would he feel? I don’t want him to feel sad..”

He flipped to the next page.

“Azul, Jade and Floyd came to visit me. Actually EVERYONE did! Even Leona and Idia! Can you believe it?? But I was so happy that Azul and the tweels came.

I rubbed my eyes so hard because I didn’t want them to see me cry. I was just so happy to see them!”

“Trey told me something. Well, an offered to do something for me.

He knew I had a superrrr big crush on Azul, and he said I should tell him. I was so embarrassed at first, but I’m going to die soon, so I have to confess sooner or later right?

He told me he’ll write a whole record of me of what I want to tell him, and then I can give it for him to read after I die.

Sounds like a good idea, but also kind of cruel. After I die????

What should I do?”

So that’s what you were talking about with him.

“I got to be discharged!

FINALLY OH MY SEVENSSSSS-

I CAN GET FRESH AIR BEFORE I DIE

DO YOU KNOW HOW BORING IT IS TO BE CHAINED TO A BED, DOING NOTHING UNTIL SOMEONE COMES TO VISIT???

PROFESSOR TREIN’S CLASS IS WAY BETTER-

Azul brought me around the entire campus, and to Octavinelle! And we played UNO! Although I lost a lot... But I’m happy I got to spend time with him and see everyone outside of the infirmary! ^^”

“I went to NRC’s Halloween Celebration!

IT. WAS. SO. COOL!!

There were like flying decorations and good food,

I got to see NRC become so lively and colorful! It was amazing!

Also I got to hang out with Azul and the tweels, and of course, everyone else!

I even got to be part of all the scaring and stuff at the Octavinelle’s scare house! heheheh~

I love the big finale, I wish it could last forever.”

“I made up my mind.

I’m gonna ask Trey to help me write that book. I want Azul to have a piece of me even when I’m gone. I won’t leave him alone, and I’ll do everything in my power to do so.

If Trey is giving me the opportunity to do so, I’ll take it! Though, I should’ve done it from the beginning..”

“Azul kissed me.

Oh my shit-

MMM I SHOULDN’T HAVE DRANK THE PLUM WINE HE GAVE ME BEFORE WE KISSED, I PROBABLY SMELT BAD-

BUT HE SAID HE LIKES IT??? WAS IT A GOOD CALL I DON’T KNOW-

But... I’m happy.. I got the courage to confess to him! On top of that, he said yes! I’m so happy I could cry..”

“I’m going to be giving the notebook to Trey. He’s gonna record it all down for me today.

Azul, I hope you’re reading this. I want you to flip to the back. I asked Trey to attached something really important I want to share with you.”

He flipped to the back. There was a slip of paper folded, stapled to the page. It also held the pendent he bought for you. He grabbed it, and unfolded the paper.

“Azul,

I’m writing this to you 5 months before I die. Crowley told me to tell everyone about my condition, but I wrote this for you specially.

Remember I told you in that truth or dare game?

“If I told you I was scared to die, what would you do?”

To tell you now, I’m still kind of scared. But I won’t show it! Pretending not being scared isn’t like lying.

Okay, but a practical thing, you could do anything you want with this book.

You can tear it up, throw it away, hide it or even show to everyone! Totally up to you!

I’m gonna be honest with you, I was and still jealous of you.

You were and are the picture perfect honor student of NRC. I haven’t been in NRC as long as you, but I’m just so jealous you manage to be so cool and flawless in everything you do! Well, maybe except for flying..

But still! You were and still are my role model! You always manage to amaze me! But not only that, you treated me like your best friend no matter what position you are! Maybe that’s why I fell for you, you didn’t show biasness towards me to become my friend. I hope you were genuine about our friendship!

But, I like the fact you actually sometimes don’t need other people to reflect about yourself, unlike me. I can’t reflect about me all by myself. If I were like you, maybe I could’ve been able to live entirely by myself, with my own unique worth and responsibilities. Of course, while still being friends with others!

But when it comes to self reflection, you are down to earth with yourself, you speak to yourself, and that’s very independent of you. Ever since you were little you were like that too, and that’s what made you hardworking and diligent!

I’ll end it right here, to tell you I love you. Ehehe~ Sorry it’s so sudden.

I love you, meanie.”

drip.

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter.

Slowly, Azul felt tears rolling down his face.

He broke. Except... that wasn’t true.

He’d been broken when he first heard you were about to die. He just kept strong for you, as you did for him.

He was so glad, he had spent his time with you.

You needed him. You felt like he’d done everything for you.

But now, you’re gone.

It was thanks to you, he never felt insecure about his past anymore. For the first time he met you, his really lived for the first time. He existed in this world.

“Thank you, y/n..” he choked, smiling meekly at your final goodbye letter to him, as he clutched the pendent he gave you.

“I love you so much...”

From Ramshackle dorm, your slightly dusty octopus plushie rest on the side of your pillow.

From far away, he sensed you hugging it, whispering so close to him although so far,

“I love you too, meanie..”

END

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HO SHIT-

REBLOG IT I FELT MY TEARS I-

Ok I’m joking

thank you for surviving and following with the story.

Azul loves you. Bye, have a good day!

@magicpumpkin3 don’t kill me pls-

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violettelueur · 4 years ago

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GOJO SATORU + GETO SUGURU || NEVER MEANT TO BE

| featuring : gojo satoru and geto suguru from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : mentions of murder, manga spoilers and grammar errors

| form : imagine

| word count : 1704

| published : 15 November

| request : hellloooo i hope this doesnt sound confusing but tbh im just requesting this since no one requested sum from the manga. how about something like reader arriving at the train station as gojo gets trapped in the prison realm in around chapter 90-91? like shes a shaman and she see geto and has a flashback cuz gojo her and geto were like past buddies? and to think someone could bind gojo?

| barista’s notes : for the people that haven’t read the manga, I would recommend you reading it first before reading this imagine because it has some MAJOR spoilers and I dont think you’ll understand it either way ʅʕ•ᴥ•ʔʃ but defo read it if you haven't, it’s amazing! but moving on from that i hope that you love your order of a cup of black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request)!

Rushing down the stairs of Tokyo Metro, you were trying to get to floor B5F where Gojo was last noted before you heard about the information that he was somehow sealed. With the help of the three other groups that were around the area, you were able to get through the shields that surrounded Shibuya to get to where you needed to be.

You were exhausted. Not physically but mentally as you didn’t know what to expect at all. The second you heard of Gojo’s report on curses forming alliances with each other, you thought he was just bluffing at first and to be honest, his ridiculous drawing wasn't helping with his case either. However, he was someone that you knew you could trust extremely, it had always been like that since both of you became students at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.

With your katana hanging from the side of your hip, you quickly jumped to the bottom on the stairs to save precious time before quickly turning the right corner to see what was the whole situation. However, once your hand was on the handle of your sword, your eyes widened in shock from what was right in front of you.

‘Isn’t he supposed to be dead? That's not him is it?’

What was in your sights now was something that was technically impossible. He was supposed to be dead, there was no way he was alive sitting on the station floor. There were no such possibilities for him to be sitting with his back turned to you right now.

Geto Suguru.

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You, Gojo, Geto and Ieiri were standing in front of the now-destroyed house due to Gojo using his technique to free both Utahime and Mei Mei from the house that they have been investigating for the two past days.

“Don’t you think that was a little too much Gojo,” you commented with an awkward giggle as you saw tiny to large pieces falling to the ground, leading to your second-year friend saying, “I don’t think it was too much Y/N-chan, besides how could I have impressed you if I didn't take the opportunity to?”

“I shouldn’t have asked part one...” you quickly muttered, before Gojo started to tease Utahime, who was in the middle of the rubble that was created by your flirtatious friend himself.

“Satoru, it’s not nice to pick on the weak,” Geto suddenly commented, before using one of his spirits to devour the curse that suddenly appeared behind Utahime, only for Gojo to state, “who the heck’s gonna pick on someone strong? You’re the one teasing her without even knowing it Geto,” causing your other friend to now to realise what he had said.

No longer being able to handle both of them, you quickly turned your attention to Utahime and asked, “Utahime, are you okay?”. This small but kind gesture of yours caused the grade-two jujutsu sorcerer, to say your name with such glee before you continued with, “we were worried about you since you didn't call for two days” to which only led the woman to pull you into a tight hug.

‘I shouldn’t have asked part two….I’m legit getting no air’

“Y/N don’t you dare become trash like those two, okay?”

“I’ll try my best”

However, this happy and hilarious moment had to sudden halt when Mei Mei suddenly asked, “where’s the curtain?” causing you, Gojo, Geto and Ieiri to look at her with dumbfounded expressions on your faces.

‘Ahhhhhh shi-’

ꕥ

“There’s someone here who said they put up a curtain and then up and left the auxiliary manager behind and forgot about the curtain too”

At this moment and time, all four of you were on your knees in front of your sensei Masamichi Yaga, as he found out from the news that was shown on the TV above that someone *cough*Gojo*cough* forgot to put up a curtain up like him and Mei Mei stated.

“Fess up”

“Sensei! We’re better than pointing fingers at each other,” Gojo randomly commented, as he raised his hand up to emphasise his point. On the other hand, you, Geto and Ieiri had other plans and all pointed at Gojo for this mishap that had occurred without him realising.

“So it’s you!” your teacher shouted, before landing a strong punch on top of your friend’s head, causing you to know to never mess with your teacher anytime soon.

Even though it wasn’t the best time, you and Geto let out a sly giggle before looking at each other, which only led to both of you laughing, even more, the second you stepped out of the room. As chaotic all four of you were, you wouldn’t change it for the world.

However, it was never meant to be.

ꕥ

“Hey!”

Turning to your right, you saw your friend Geto wave at you with a bright smile on his face. To the outsider, it just seemed like two friends meeting with each other or friends that just casually bumped into each other in the crowded streets. On the other hand, it wasn’t that.

Geto was a criminal on the run. You were just informed by your teacher that your friend massacred a whole village as well as the possibilities of his parents. You didn’t want to believe it. Of course, you couldn’t believe it. Geto wasn’t that type of person, he wasn’t like that at all during your time at Jujutsu high together, were the three years a facade?

“Yo, it’s the criminal” you teasingly greeted him, trying to hide your dejection from his view, “you need something from me?”

“I guess I’m just testing my luck” Geto replied back before taking a stand next to you. From your side perspective, you could see what Gojo was talking about a while back. Your longtime friend looks thinner than he did a year ago, you could clearly see the bags in his eyes indicating that he hadn’t had any sleep the past few days. It was like that ever since the killing of the Star Plasma Vessel, a mission that you, Gojo and Geto failed at.

“I’m gonna ask just to be sure, but are those false charges?” you quietly asked, hoping that all this was a lie, a stupid cruel prank that was set up by someone. However, you knew somewhere in your heart that this was the reality that you were in, there was no escaping from this one.

“Nah, unfortunately not”

“Again to be sure, why?” you quietly questioned him, trying to conceal the tears that were threatening to flow down your face.

“I’ll create a world where only shamans exist,” Geto calmly answered, causing you to snap your head in his direction. A world where only shamans exist? What more stupid of a reason he could give you?

“That’s hilarious,” you stated, before you slowly carried on with, “if humans were eliminated, we shamans wouldn’t even have a purpose at all, your reasoning is the most stupid thing I ever heard in my life Geto,”

Geto turned to look at you, only to find you casually open your phone to call Gojo on your sightings on your friend.

“However, I hope that you’re happy now that you're choosing this path. I really hope you get what I’m saying and you don’t live to regret,” you stated, as you place your device next to your ear. “I hope you're happy in the end my friend, that’s all I’m asking for,” you ended your statement before Gojo was on the other side of the line.

“Thank you Y/N”

“Gojo, I met Geto in Shinjuku”

“Did you question him? Did you kill him?”

“I didn’t…...have the heart to Gojo, I’m sorry”

There was nothing but silence between the both of you which gave you the chance to look to your right, only to see that your friend had disappeared from your side. As if he wasn’t there in the first place.

“Hey Gojo...it was never meant to be ha?” you rhetorically asked, as a single tear slowly slid down your face.

ꕥ

Geto Suguru was right there in front of you. Sitting on the ground on the train station with his back turned to you.

However, as much as you wanted to believe that it was true, you knew that it wasn’t really him.

It was just impossible.

Taking your katana out of its black wooden sheath, you were preparing for any attacks that could happen around you right now before you could begin to question who the person in front of you was.

“Who are you?”

The man turned around, slowly showing the face of a man that was someone that was close to both you and Gojo all those years back causing you to look at the person that was in front of you with sorrowful eyes. You wished it was him. But as you said, it was never meant to be.

“Y/N! I'm not surprised that you were able to get through all those shields, you are powerful like Satoru after all,” the man happily commented with the same smile that you missed so dearly.

“I said who are you?!” you repeated in a firmer tone, telling the person that you weren’t playing around anymore as you raised your katana, making the sharp pointed tip to be in level with his face - even if he was far in distance.

“Come on, is that how you greet an old friend?”

“How the hell did you get the Prison Realm within your possession?” you asked, as you looked down at the small cube that Gojo was supposedly in. How such a small thing was able to seal such a powerful shaman like Gojo? You would never know.

“Y/N, we were in the same team for three years, I would assume you know I’m able to get what I need, I am Geto after all,”

“Shut up!” you shouted, surprising the person from your sudden outburst. “I’m not stupid, so don’t you dare play with me for even a second”

“I know you’re not Geto”

“Me and Gojo knew that from the start”

“It wasn’t meant to be”

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gangrenados · 4 years ago

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Sinful tragedy

Summary: Demystifying an old myth becomes a difficult task when you come face to face with it. Jason is a demon as old as time and will do anything to have you at his mercy.

(Demon!Jason Todd x reader)

-@astroherogirl ! Ilashka, my dear, thank you for being my right hand with this😚💖

-@me0nji thank you for letting me use you absolutely beautiful drawing 💖💖💖

Warning: since this is inspired in this picture it will contain certain topics that some people don't take too lightly and I understand, that's why if the church, nuns, demons and all that aspects makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this.

Also dub-con, blood, sex and possibly death, but in a kinder note it's not that kinky 🤷🏽‍♀️

This a more slutty Jason cuz I just got those vibes

You clutched at your jacket once the windy weather became too cold to handle. Nothing was more pleasant than walking by your own on the empty streets of Gotham on such night that gave you goosebumps anytime you looked at your sides.

People like you didn't last long in this city, they were easy prey for those who didn't care about others.

Both the living and the death haunted the fools who thoughts that just because the vigilantes lurked on the shadows their lives would be safe.

It was such a pity that tonight you belong in that vulnerable group. But you knew your friends weren't that far away, you could call for help and there would be an slim chance that you'll be okay.

Besides that, haunting for spirits was the most unreal thing in the world. It was a vain child tale, nothing would happen when you show up to the supposedly enchanted church.

The old myth of a demon as old as time that marauder the place looking like a nun was just that: a myth. The church looked like any normal church during daytime and it would be the same right now.

But your friends wanted more than that, they wanted to know the real thing. They convinced you to go there, swearing that you'll be watched on and will act if anything seems remotely wrong.

After all, the tale just talked about one person confronting the entity, one person to drive crazy.

You shook your heard, this stupid thoughts were tricking your brain into giving it power to something that didn't even existed. You made it clear to your friends you'd only do this to shut them up, after this they better get over this demon nonsense and get on the line.

But now that you were face to face with church you're will power dropped to the floor.

Underneath the pale moonlight it looked impressive, not even the scarred paint, fallen walls and graffities that adorned every surface could take way it's terrifying look.

You wanted to go back home, this was too much to handle; your whole body was starting to tremble, but you felt lured to go inside. It was like someone took over your body and made you walk, you were just a observant of your own actions.

Anxiety was starting to clog your mind, your breathing hitched on your throat as you found yourself in the mildly broken altar.

Dust covered the whole place making you not want to touch anything, but you still had the duty to prove if the myth of the nun was true or just an old tale.

"Fuck..." you said under your breath while finding the little to not will you had to start the call for old entities. You set your bag in the dusty floor and looked for two red candles and a little knife.

The light would bright the path between life and death, the red candles meaning your want to call out for the underworld and your blood an offer to the old demon. The only thing you had to do is cut your hand and pour the blood into the soft fire, but it was easier to say than done.

"Beneath the darkness within us, I call you to be proven" your words echoed on the building, making the fire fickle a little. You hoped you wouldn't forget the spell and the fire to not die so easily. " To show that I'm pure and worth of the heavenly kingdom above mortals..."

"Come and feed of my flesh and blood to see that I am not going to break in front of temptations." Your eyes danced across the hall, looking for a sign that this foolery was making effect. Nothing happened between the seats or beyond the building, everything was as calm as when you entered.

You couldn't deny that you felt silly for even thinking this was going to work, but still keep looking for something and the few paintings on the walls were something you couldn't take your eyes off.

A weird feeling grew on you, something was off and the way the fire died so abruptly was a clear prove of it.

"You know it's rude to stare?" That voice almost gave you a heart attack, you jumped backwards lightly as you hold your chest tightly.

A young man appeared from the sacristy, he walked up to you with a haughty, almost cheeky attitude and you could only frowned when you looked him up and down, the looked so out of place between the religious enviroment

His strong ars werecovered in fine black lingerie giving him a classy aspect, while the kinky black leather hugged his body perfectly, resalting his chest in a way that it made you wonder how it must feel dragging your fingers against his abs and pectorals.

He showed it proudly, making you feel shy around his boldness and the thoughts that crossed through your head, however, you couldn't hang your head, too embarrassed to see what's beyond the hips.

The stranger tapped impatiently against the chipped wooden floor, he dragged a puff from his cigar and exhaled the smoke slowly in the air." So, what are you doing here?"

You could ask the same question to such a particular man, although you rather hold that information on yourself and save the mockery. "It's not your business."

You sharp tone made him scoff, "So we have a fighter here!" the man said in a joyous tone that caused you to frown." It's been quite a while since i have seen one, but I'm not complaining..."

"The fuck you mean by that?"

He shrugged off as he throw the cigar on the floor and stomped it."Now you're forgetful? You called me, sweetheart."

Your heart felt to the floor as those words left his mouth and echoed in your head in painful motion. "So you're real?"

"Yes, and the name's Jason." The demon nodded, exposing a smile that you could spot two White fangs you guessed were Sharp enough to cut through skin."I know some people want to keep this nameless and shit, but I don't give a fuck if I'm being honest."

You were trapped surely, but you hadn't promised anything to him yet and maybe you could save yourself if you just leave before making a mistake. "Well do you wanna have some fun?" Jason took you by the waist, pulling you closer to him.

"I wanna make you happy, be your whore and let you do whatever the fuck you want to me." He whimpered wantonly as he took your hands and dragged them down his torse.

"I can be your little slut and you can be mommy..." A shiver ran down your spine when you had finally the chance to look him. The demon was beautiful, there was no lie about it.

His eyes looked benevolent as they shined brightly thanks to the faint light of the moon and the candles; also the few strands of white and black hair that escaped from the veil gave him a boyish look, but his smile was wicked. It made you feel preyed on even when he showed himself so submissive in front of you.

"I-I need to go...".You barely managed to stammer, pushing him away in a shy demeanor.

you were afraid of losing control in front of someone as dangerous as him. But Jason didn’t gave up easily. "No, baby!" he complained with a pout." I promise I'll be a good boy, just for you!, but don't leave me here all alone..."

Trembling, you shook your head. It was hard to get your words out of your mouth in such situation like this, you were unsure that this demon was stable, maybe he would throw a tantrum if you turned him down, however, you were too scared to the core to think about his feelings.

"I shouldn't be here, okay?, goodbye."

Faith returned to your senses as you could walk a few steps freely, the door wasn't far away from you and you could see the bright streetlights now.

By tomorrow this would be only a story you could tell to your friends, maybe the media would want to talk to you about the horny demon who begged to get down and dirty and quickly you'd writing a book.

But you had to push harder and it didn't matter how hard you tried to run, the hallway always expanded until it looked infinite.

"You're not going anywhere." Jason said behind you, capturing your wrist and yanking you backwards.

He trapped you between his arms in an iron grip, forcing you to look up to him; his features were hardened, the charming and slutty guy who welcomed was long forgotten and the only thing you could do was pray for it to come back.

"You wanna be with me right?" Jason asked in a wannabe sweet tonee that caused your stomach to twist.

It didn't matter how much you tried to fight the effect his eyes were luring you to give in." I want us to have a good time, can you do that for me princess?"

He caught your lips in a deadly kiss that you inly could return. Your mind was screaming, but you didn't care as long as your body felt good, and the way his hands roamed your body fire didn’t help either to keep your cool since it only build up a burning desire that the man who was holding could only extinguish it.

"I can do that." you assured with a ditzy smiley, finally losing any control over your actions.

You kneeled in front of Jason, your whole being foggy with the happiness of blowing him soon. So your hands graced softly the ropes on his stomach, tugging at the clips to the let go.

"C'mon, do it." Jason encouraged, running his gloved hands through your hair while you pulled down the leather clothing, letting his cock free for your delight.

You liked the shaft tentatively, swirling your tongue on the tip before giving it a cheeky kiss. Without wasting any more time you took his cock in your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down softly tpo get adjusted to it, spittng saliva to make it more easier for you to go down.

It was encouragin the way Jason grabbed your hair, taking a fistful of it as he quick up the pace. “You take me cock so well, fuck...”

You wanted so bad to rub your throbbing pussy, it was becoming harder and harder to ignore. So clumsily, you decided to rub your legs, wishing the friction would ease the ache.

Jason chuckled lightly when he saw you." Do you want more?"He forced you to go deeper, grunting when you swirled your tongue on his dick." Do you want me to fuck that little cunt of yours?"

You locked him up with tears pricking your eyes, Jason was delighted to see you in such estate. He wondered how you would look with his cum covering your face.

He pushed you away, a string of saliva connected his cock to your mouth which broke the instant that the demon pushed you to the ground.

You pushed down your pants and panties inmedialty and pulled your legs apart.

Jason shook his head, "I want you to take everything off, sweetheart." He took the hem of shirt and pulled it up.

Taking advantage of the closeness, you took Jason's face in your hands and steal a kiss that quickly became a more heated one.

"I want you to fuck me." you said breathlessly as Jason went down to kiss your body, nibbling and licking a trail of sloppy kisses that went from your neck your breasts.

The air got caught in your throat when his fangs brushed against your hard nipple. "Fuck!" you gasped as he sucked at the tiny bud graciously while he rubbed your soaked core.

You moved your hips up unconsciously, you wanted to feel more than just a simple heat wave.

His movements were a dirty torture on your clit, it was not enough and the question of how his cock would feel inside you gnawed at you.

"Please Jason" you asked in a muffled groan, he just nodded without stopping masturbating you. "Fuck me."

"whatever you want, babe" He pecked your lips softly as he rubbed the tip of his cock in your cunt.

"No more teasing!" your cries were quickly interrupted as he pushed his dick into your throbbing cunt in a slow way.

You let yourself hang when Jason started to thrust, it was slow even gentle pace at first just making sure you got adjusted to his size. However, it didn't lasted much longer as Jason started to speed up.

You were moving back and forth roughly, luckily you had your legs wrapped on Jason's torso to keep balance because.

Jason was fucking your mind away, nothing more than his moans and your pleasure that was slowly pushing you to be at his mercy.

It didn't matter that this man was an underground creature as long as he keeps fucking you like this.

However, the faint eyes of the saints were seeing you straight in the eye, following any move you made like they were judging. They felt sorry for you, a poor sould doomed by it's ego and need to prove themselves to others.

They prayed for your sould to get saved from the claws of that monster.

The moment your blood poured slowly to the floor you locked gazes with the only virgin who lasted through all this time of root in this dammed church, she was smiling softly with her arms open.

The only pure light within the darkness.

"You look so pretty like this, being a cock whore suits you well..." He chuckled in a low tone, quickly followed by a few grunts." Do you wanna be my slut forever, sweetheart?"

You felt pathetic at how quickly you nodded. Yeah, maybe you were too deep in his control to think by yourself, your mind was fogged and the only straight thought you could make out was the way this demon was fucking you silly.

You needed more of this, you wanted to be his own toy regardless of how hard that might be.

Jason shook his head with a cynical smile, overjoyed by your enthusiasm.

It was nice to have someone to play with after a long time. You could be useful as a fleshlight whenever he gets bored, and if he gets tired of you then getting ride of that issue wouldn't be that hard anyway.

"You're so doomed, baby." he graced you cheeck whit his thumb and you leaned to the touch, glad to make happy your new master.

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riofann · 4 years ago

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Rio Random 4

Things got a lot better after that, to your surprise. But you had both decided that you were basically going to do a redo and actively work on your relationship. It was a bit difficult at first. But you felt better when you saw Mick removing drugs from your house. He also got you a security system that you could look at from your phone to see who has been in and around the house. You didn’t smell Beth around your house as often either. You actually didn't hear much about Beth, as far as you were concerned things were being dealt with.

Rio would stop by two times a week at least on top of dates breakfast, lunch, brunch, dinner, or dessert. He was a romantic at heart actually, you would find flowers at home or at work sitting on your desk. He often used to look at you and smile which made you blush. You also met Marcus and Rhea one night at a state fair. Rhea was like Rio, hard to read you could see why the two ended up together. All together your relationship was far from perfect but you could honestly say you were happy.

One late afternoon you rushed home from work. Rio had sent you a text saying he had left a present for you. He often did this when he found lingerie that he liked and wanted you to wear it. Some dates he had dressed you from head to toe, others he provided the undergarments. Not that your taste was bad but he enjoyed doing this.

When you open the door to your home you hear voices coming from the bottom of your house before you could turn around and walk away you come face to face with a strange woman.

“Uh hi” Ruby greets uneasily

“Who are you?” You ask

“Uh Krystal”

Quickly Beth comes around the corner “Oh Y/N I was just ummm....”

You close your door now pissed, what are you doing in my house. Mick had moved all the drugs from your home, Rio had promised you nothing was left in your house. You looked around to see your house in disarray before turning your attention back to Beth and these other women.

“Oh well Rio wanted me to drop off something”

“Did he? Inside my house? He doesn’t even have a key, so how’d you get in?”

“Well Mick helped with that” “Okay what are you dropping off”

“Uh,” “Right let me just give him a call I’m sure he would love to hear about this”

“NO! Let's not bother him you know he is busy right Be... be be because he wouldn't like that right Krys?” Annie interjects

“Or should I call the police?”

Without warning Beth pulled out her gun and pointed it at you

“What are you doing?” Ruby asked in horror

“Alright Sit” she says motioning with the gun

“Are you gonna tell me what you're doing here in my house Elizabeth?”

Instinctively the two women looked at her as she looked shocked as well “How did you?”

“Elizabeth Boland, you have 5 children with your ex husband Dean right? Used to be a stay at home wife? Did I get that right?”

“SIT!” she demands “No, what are you gonna do? shoot me?”

“SIT!” she turns to look at Annie and Ruby before turning her attention back to you “Who told you?”

“Oh uh Mrs. Doubtfire... Yea i was stopping by to give you that book i borrowed and she said there was no such thing as Krystal had no idea what i was talking about then she told me everything”

“That damn woman”

“SIT!”

“NO! If you're gonna point a gun at me then I expect you to shoot.”

Ruby tugs at her arm “Beth lets just go” “NO ITS HERE” she yells while yanking her arm back “you think you are so special, that's what he does you know. Make you feel special then he just dumps you like you're nothing!”

“But I’m not you Beth, and i'm not Rio, so whatever you're looking for its not here and whatever beef you have take it up with him”

“I SAID SIT!”

“I'm not deaf i don't know why you're yelling”

“Beth” Annie tries to calm the situation Beth with a bewildered look turns to look at Annie “NO!”

“This is bad” Ruby comments

“You can't just threaten her life because of some guy....Beth” Annie states

“I am not all I need her to do is sit Annie!....I know that it’s here it just has to be...”

As they argued within themselves you felt like it was the perfect opportunity to sneak away as you got close to the door. You turned abruptly to open it when you heard commotion followed by sharp pain on your side, you looked down to see blood seeping through your clothes. You slowly fall to the floor back resting against the wall.

“OH MY GOD BETH!” “SHE WAS GETTING AWAY” she defends “HE IS GOING TO KILL US” Annie states looking at her sister like she had 5 heads “I’M SO SORRY Y/N” she says rushing towards you

“YOU BITCH” You kick her in the chest causing her to fall back, you groan and hold onto your side

“This isn't good please don't kick me none of this was supposed to happen” Ruby says slowly crouching down next to you

“Put pressure on it” Annie instructs

“I need towels!”

“It's gonna be okay” Ruby tries her best to sooth you “I can't believe you”

“I didn't” Beth says while holding onto your wound

Annie rushed back with towels in hand

“Uh guys we have to take her to the hospital” You don’t know when it happens but you start to fade away “Y/N! Can you stand?” “Y/N!” Annie calls your name “she's not... Y/N stay awake

“What's wrong with you?” Ruby scolds

“What? Ruby..”

“Why are you trigger happy”

“It was an accident, help me get her in the car!”

“Well we can't go out the front door”

“Then help me get her through the fucking back door Annie”

“Oh my god” Annie says throwing her hands up

When 30 minutes pass Rio is beyond infuriated with you. You were not picking up his calls or answering his texts and from what he knew you were at home.He doesn’t know why you flaked on him, he thinks you were in a drunken slumber wondering how you got back into it, you had shown signs of improvement.

When he gets to your house however he opens the door, he hears Coconut’s barking and he immediately spots the pool of blood by the door

“Go find her is all he needs to say to Mick”

He walks through your home, there were multiple holes cut in your walls, holes in the cushion seat on the couch, furniture overturned. When he walks into the bedroom everything is in disarray just like the living area. Carefully he walks down the steps and spots your bag. He thinks you were ambushed. His mind goes into overdrive and is thinking of who would have the gull to do such a thing as far as he was concerned everyone knew enemy wise especially in this line of business that children and wives/girlfriends were out of the question. So whoever had the gull to do such a thing was bold and he’s wondering who it could be. He makes a few calls before he’s sitting in front of your laptop trying to log in. another phone call and he’s given the password. When he looks through the security footage nothing but rage takes over.

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After pacing the floor in silence Ruby explodes with emotion “He is going to kill us!”

“He doesn't know where we are” Beth counters

“I have a child Beth and I need to call Stan and let him know what’s going on!”

“So do I Ruby, I have 5 to be exact, he wont do anything she's just a placeholder anyway”

Ruby looks at her in disbelief “Are you kidding me he broke up with YOU to be with HER she is no placeholder”

“She's not special he can find another woman like her anytime soon” Beth states dismissively

“Beth i don't like this you need to call him and tell him it was a mistake” Annie jumps into the conversation

“Relax he doesn't know where we are he’s not stupid plus Dean will throw his ass in jail”

Putting her hands up Ruby states “I can’t believe you” before she walks away A brief moment of silence before Beth’s phone starts ringing

When they all look at the phone only unknown flashes through the screen after the 5th time the screen is black for good

“Elizabeth please for our sake just tell him” Ruby pleads “we can’t be hidden forever”

“NO! Now shut up and let me think!”

“Or what you're gonna shoot me” Ruby expresses frustrated

“It was an accident!”

Ruby scoffs, “Like shooting him too? I'm starting to think you’re trigger happy”

“Don't start accusing me you shot someone in the foot!”

“That was an accident! We all know it was, but you just can't let this life go huh. You can't let this power go so whoever stands in your way you're gonna get rid of them”

Beth walked up to Ruby looking at her right in the eye “You're right so move out of my way” she didn't have time to be arguing with her so if that meant intimidating her she would.

Annie quickly got between the two and separated them. “Guys i cant right now please not now, i can't deal with this, we just need to stick together”

Beth was right Rio couldn't locate them at first but he had found you. You were in the surgical icu stabilizing after your surgery. Because you were considered a Jane Doe no one was really allowed to see you, but Rio had his connections and he walked in to see you fast asleep before walking out. He says nothing as Mick drives him over to Beth’s house. Nothing was out of the ordinary except Beth was missing. He also had other cars posted outside of Ruby’s house and Annie's.

“Aii bet” he hangs up the phone irritated that no one could locate Beth, she had become a protégé, so good at hiding things from him now.

"You gon’ have to get rid of her” Mick states before looking at Rio, “She shot you, planned your assassination," he scoffs "stolen, sabotaged, lied, how much more you gon let her get away with"

“I cant get rid of her, if i do i gotta deal with the other 2, not to mention the stupid ass husbands that's almost 10 kids in foster care, too much heat its bad for business now anyway, plus I'm still under the microscope cuz of Turner”

“Both can’t co exist though, so you either with Beth or you with Y/N.”

“Fuck me”

“Gotta make a move boss”

“Ima figure something out”

It takes 2 days but he finally locates them. Abruptly woken from their sleep and thrown in a van they find themselves in an unknown place, kneeling in front of him, with plastic bags underneath them.

“Please i have children” Beth tries to plead her case

Rio’s shoulders roll back before he speaks “Nah see you can’t keep doing that mama, you can't keep provoking me and asking for mercy cuz you got kids.”

“I'm a mother, they need their mother!”

“Please Rio” Ruby interjects

“See that's the problem, I hoped you being a mother, you would actually be more careful but I get it now. You just wanna be reckless and use me as your cover. Shoot me 3 times it's my fault. Steal my fault, lie my fault, plot to kill me my fault" his shoulders roll "what was Y/N’s fault why you shoot her?" Already knowing the answer he wanted to see what she would say

"She knows my name I know you told her"

"She's my girl"

"Right just like I was but unlike her you can't replace me you need me!”

"Humor me Beth, are you jealous?"

Beth scoffs “of what?"

"Y/N"

She scoffs again "you wish! You probably get off knowing 2 women want you"

He licks his bottom lip and smiles. It takes a minute before he speaks “So what should i do with you, all of you? I know I’m tired of this game, we’ve been playing it for too long. Aint y’all tired of wondering if im gon kill you?” He asks addressing Annie and Ruby

“Please I promise to walk away” Annie offers

“Annie shut up!” Beth scolds

“NO! YOU SHUT UP BETH GOD YOU ARE SELFISH! ALWAYS HAVE BEEN!”

“Annie I’m trying to....” Before she can finish she stops after she hears her phone ringing

Rio looks down at the phone “Talk it out I gotta take this call” he says before walking away

The girls don’t say anything but look at each other. When they see him return Beth comments “I got this let me speak.” waiting for him to sit down before she begins “You can’t kill us and you know it. So you can run back to your little girlfriend and kiss her wound and tell her she's special and I'll go back to doing my thing” she says snidely Both Annie and Ruby looked at her shocked.

“She is, it could have been you but the 3 bullets kinda changed my mind”

“OH MY GOD! Can you let that go!”

“I did then I found out you hired a hitman and some kid to shoot me. Things change all the time between us, you know this”

“So what are you gonna do? Because we have work to do”

“I know.” He nods at the men behind them. The zip ties are cut before he walks away “I’ll see you around yea?”

When he leaves they all look at each other shocked that he even let them walk away. They remain in that position until all the men leave.

“See I told you!”

“I can’t do this Beth you need some serious help and I’m not willing to wager my family as collateral for it” Ruby states “It worked” “For you! Not for us, you think it's just a one woman show where you do everything? Like your actions don’t have any effect on our lives'' “Ruby it worked I don’t know why you’re being such a baby about it” “Yea well better that than you”

Annie interjects once again before things get heated “Guys can we just figure out how to get home”

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“So what now?” Mick asks frustrated with the whole thing. “She still working for you?” he knew the pattern all too well Beth would do something to get back at Rio

“Nah we moving, leaving Michigan, getting new headquarters. She wanna run the business? Cool, but no protection, no muscle, no supply of weapons, no connections, yea she can print money but she can’t operate or deal, not without me. Make sure everyone knows if they entertain her they are dead. I don’t care what it is if I find out I’m putting a bounty on your head. She right though I can’t kill her but i can kill her business”

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It took a few days but when you regain consciousness in the hospital you see one of Rio’s men at least you’re assuming he is sitting by you. You two don’t speak and you go back to sleep. The next day police stop by to question you about your shooting, you tell them the story Rio’s guy told you, a home invasion gone wrong. They leave satisfied with the explanation. Rio comes to visit a few days after you have been moved to a step down unit that was more private.

The door opens and you watch as he walks in “Rio”

Hey mama he approaches you with hands behind his back and as he gets closer a cute teddy bear that has ‘get well soon on it’

“How you feeling?” he asks taking a seat next to you on the bed

“I got shot” you state factually

“You got shot” he says moving the hair from your face

“Where have you been? The cops came to see me”

“I know they stopped by, I was handling something. Did you tell them what Honcho told you to say?”

“Yes”

He smiles and looks at you with a face you can’t quite read

“So where is she?”

You were hoping he would say dead in a ditch somewhere or something along the lines of ‘you never have to worry about her’ but what he said made you more angry

“At home”

“She's alive?”

“Yea”

You roll your eyes, was she gonna be thorn on your side for the rest of your life with Rio? “But she won’t bother you” “Yea said that last time and now i have a bullet hole on my side that says otherwise” “Nah she won’t be able to reach you this time cuz we leaving, after you get discharged”

“What? You want me to move?”

“Yea,we can...” You interrupt "There's no we anymore, you're like a bad omen. In less than a year since i met you I get shot and now i have a bullet wound because of your unhinged ex that you couldn't keep in check and you still think there's a 'we' "

“I told you,” he runs his hand down his chin “i asked you to be patient” he speaks softly

“Be patient, meant with you! So you could change not ‘be patient, my crazy ex who i can't control will shoot you months from now but i still need you to understand” you say sarcasm laced in your tone

“Y/N” “You told me to treat you like any other guy on the street, so I am. We are done!”

“You can't stay here” he stresses “Why not?” “Beth isn’t my only enemy, and once she finds out my plans she will go to them for revenge”

“So where are we going? I have a career here! Aunt Brenda and Mia, my parents, I visit their graves often”

“They can come visit you, You can always get another job, it’s not safe for you here Y/N”

“Was it ever safe? Didn’t you have enemies before? Was I not in danger then”

“This is different, Beth is vengeful I can’t risk it”

“Where are we going?”

“I can't tell you, not now I’m still figuring that out”

“Typical” “Listen i'm packing up your house I’m gonna get you a new place in a new city you'll get a job”

“Rio are you kidding me you want me to just up and leave?” “Yea,” he stands up and looks down at you “it’s non negotiable, i gotta protect you, after you get discharged we leaving”

“Protect me? From who? The only person I need protection from is you. Rein que le diable (nothing but the devil)”

He stares at you for a moment “get some rest” he says before kissing your forehead. He didn’t care about how you felt in the moment protecting you, Marcus, and Rhea were his top priority and he knew that always came with push back no matter who he was talking to.

A/N: as always tell me what you think. Not really a fan of this chapter didn’t know how to go around it.

#Manny Montana #rio x you #Brio #rio x reader #good girls nbc #nbc rio good girls #nbc good girls fic #nbc good girls #rio good girls #rio x beth #beth boland

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butteraway · 4 years ago

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when time runs out | iv

⋆ summary: A young girl has fallen deeply ill with an unknown disease in her, so with all her free time spent in an empty hospital room, she spends it online playing video games. That's until she meets her cousins friends, one spiking her interest with his extremely vulgare language.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: none

authors note: I wanna say im so sorry for lying to yall about that extra chapter KJDFFF😭😭 ALSO @chibiiichann I APOLOGIZE FOR SPAMMING YOU WHENEVER I REPLIED TO YOU💀 A DIFFERENT ACC WOULD POP UP BUT THE FIRST CHAPTER WAS AN INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER EXPLAINING THE OC'S CONDITION JFJDJD

"HAHA! I GOTCHU NOW LOSER!" Y/N smashed the buttons on her controller, basically on the edge of her bed. A grunt was heard through her headphones, then a loud bang with laughing in the background. Y/N felt her stomach turn at the sound of this, feeling a little left out, but smiled nonetheless.

"HOW'D YOU EVEN DO THAT?!! YOU’RE DOING SOME HACKING MY GUY!" Denki yelled through the laughing in the background, hands pulling at his hair. He seriously couldn't believe it!

"I'm not! I just wanted to show Sero I'm way better at this game than you are. And turns out I am!" Y/N let out a loud laugh, falling backwards onto her pillow. After finding out that 'Tape Dispenser' went to her cousin’s school by hearing his voice in the back of Denki's room, she got to learn more about this Sero dude. She already knew this after their last game a few nights ago, but he was so chill. It was still insane for her to find out that her cousin and online friend went to the same hero school. The coincidences in this world. Y/N thought as she grinned.

"It's okay Kaminari, you still lasted a long time! But you did get brutally beat by Y/N at the end though..." Sero said, trying to raise Denki's low spirits, but only succeeded in making him more miserable. Rustling was heard through Y/N's headphones, making it obvious that there was movement happening.

"You don't understand Sero! THIS IS THE ONLY GAME I COULD FULLY BEAT THIS GIRL IN!" Denki shook Sero by the shoulders, quickly doing the action. Cackling was heard through the speakers while the girl wiped a tear from her eye. Sero laughed along, as he was pushed to the ground by Denki. His arms were crossed as he looked away, upset that Y/N managed to finally beat him in every game they played.

"It's okay Denki, not everyone can be as good as me!" Y/N exclaimed, getting up from her bed to start taping specific parts of her room. Kaminari continued to complain about his defeat to Sero, who only chuckled in response. As she finished taping the bottom of the walls, Y/N sat back on her bed, sighing in content.

"So, how are you? I'm doing terribly after being utterly destroyed by you, by the way." Said Kaminari, opening his water bottle and taking large gulps from it. Y/N felt her face light up as she remembered to tell Kaminari of her future activity.

"Bro, you won't believe this! So, basically, they're actually letting me paint my room! All by myself! How fricking cool is that?!" The girl laughed out loud, jumping on her bed in excitement. Kaminari's eyes widen, in surprise and slight fear, sitting up and taking in the new information.

"Wait, really? But isn't that like extremely dangerous? Cuz of the chemicals and what not??" He tried his best to keep his voice leveled, not noticing Sero look at him weirdly. That guy had no idea what was happening.

"Well, they said that they were gonna do something to the paint so it won't hurt me or anything, I don't know what, but-" Y/N was cut off by an extremely confused Sero. "Wait wait wait, hold on. I don't understand what's happening. How can paint harm you? Besides like...eating it. And what do you mean by 'finally getting to paint your room?’ Silence was the only answer he got. Sero gulped in embarrassment, thinking he asked a really personal question.

"Um, it's nothing du-" A loud 'shhhhhhh' was heard from Y/N, who let out a shaky breath. She never really told anyone, it's not like she could either way, being confined in the hospital room for a long time. She pushed a loose strand of her away from her face, preparing herself to tell Sero.

"Well, the reason is because I basically live in a hospital. I can't go outside, or have 'unpurified' air, as the doctors like to say, meaning my interactions with people and the outside world are extremely limited. That means anything that's not cleared of dust and germs, I guess, can be extremely harmful for me? As pathetic as it sounds, it could actually kill me, haha." It was quiet as Sero took in the information, a large wave of emotions crashing on him. A person shouldn't have to be locked in a room for the rest of their life. Especially someone who is such a sweet person like Y/N.

"I-I'm so sorry to hear that Y/N. If you don't mind me asking, how...how long have you been in the hospital?" The young girl answered with a quick 'Two years', and that's when Sero felt his stomach twist uncomfortably. Kaminari abruptly got up and headed towards his door.

"I'm gonna get something to eat, you want something dude?" Kaminari's voice was low and trembling. It didn't take a genius to see that the blonde haired boy needed some time alone. "No thanks." Kaminari let out a hum, quickly exiting his room and closing the door shut. Sero heard the loud sniffs that slowly faded away, as he hung his head down.

"Hey, you good Sero? That was probably a lot to take in, sorry." Sero shook his head, letting a sad smile adorn his face. "It's fine, really. I actually feel honored that you're comfortable telling me. Feels like we're getting closer, to be honest." He smiled happily, meaning every word he said. And Y/N knew that. "Ha, we are though!" The air was tense, despite the two teenagers being in different rooms.

Y/N went to clear her throat, but was interrupted when a light knock echoed throughout her room. "Someone there?" Sero asked, noticing her silence and hearing the very faint knocking.

"Yeah, um Sero, I'll call you guys later, my doctor wants to talk." Y/N quickly replied, seeing Receen open the door and walk in with his thin suit on. Sero let out an ok and they hang up. Y/N finally took in how the doctor looked, noticeable eye bags under his blue-grey eyes, from lack of sleep. His dark hair slightly tousled, probably from putting on the protective helmet that came with the suit, and a small smile on his welcoming face. And a large container of paint in his left hand. Her eyes immediately lit up.

"What’s up doc? I see you have something in your hand, can I see it closer?" The small girl asked, getting up and making a grabbing motion with her hands. Receen chuckled, lifting up the paint for Y/N to see. Even if he were to hand her the container, she wouldn't be able to hold. She was just too weak. Said girl let out a high pitch 'OOOO ' in excitement.

"I'm not sure if you wanted more, but we managed to get you your favorite color! This should be enough to paint the room, you can even put a second layer if you want." Receen walked over to where Y/N put all the equipment, opening the container of paint. And with a low grunt from him, the lid was opened. Y/N watched with amazement as the doctor poured the soft looking paint into a tray. She picked up a roller near her, and drowned the roller in paint, the white fluff getting covered in color.

The two began painting, Y/N's hand shaking every now and then. After painting half the room, they sat in silence, resting for a while. Receen seemed to be tense, though Y/N didn't seem to notice since she was too happy to speak. Receen let out a breath, breaking the silence, causing Y/N to look towards him.

"I didn't get to ask you how you were, did I Y/N? How are you?" Said girl let a beaming smile spread on her face, causing Receen to slightly squint his eyes from the intensity of her smile. "Honestly, I haven't felt this happy in a very long time! I actually still can't believe you guys really let me do this! Thank you so much!"

Receen gave her a small smile while rubbing the back of his neck. "It's not a problem, you could’ve asked sooner and gotten this done a long time ago. You've been here for two years, so please don't be afraid of asking for things!" At the mention of her time spent in the hospital, Y/N lowered her head, causing Receen to wince. Well, might as well tell her. The doctor cleared his throat and began to talk.

"Y/N, as you are aware, I, along with many other doctors and scientists, have been working hard for you to be able to go outside again. To see your family, hug them, be a normal kid again." There was a pause and that alone caught Y/N's attention. She looked up at him. "There is a way for you to finally do that, Y/N."

Shock evident on the girl's face, she abruptly stood up and faced the doctor. There was absolutely no way anyone could have found a cure for someone like her. Someone who had an incurable sickness. Someone who was too sick, to even have medicine. He's lying. Y/N narrowed her eyes at the grown man sitting in front of her.

"With all due respect Doctor, I highly doubt that that's possible. Cuz, y'know? I basically have an incurable disease? I mean, like, even if you did manage to find a way for me to leave this place, how do you even know it's gonna work? I don't think you've tried this medicine since no one in recorded hospital documents in the past have had people like that checked in before-"

"How do you even know that?"

"-so how do you truly know it'll work?" Y/N quickly finished, completely ignoring his statement. Receen sighed, scratching his head. "We live in a world where quirks exist. Would you believe me if I told you centuries ago that the human race would evolve to have super powers? It's kind of like that, but not really." Y/N eyed him suspiciously. He's avoiding the question.

Receen looked straight at the girl standing in front of him. He felt slightly intimidated by her piercing gaze. He quickly looked away and got up, towering over Y/N's small frame. Then he smiled. "Y/N, you are a very sweet girl, no doubt about it. I know how much you want to get out of here, and I want to help you. My team has created this almost perfect pill, especially suited for your sickness. I know you're very cautious, just like your mother, but I can only reassure you, that these are your ticket out of here." He pulled out the bottle from his protective suit, shaking it in front of [Y/N].

Her eyes widened as she restrained herself from reaching out and snatching the bottle. Her eyes slightly narrowed as she pulled herself together. Crossing her arms and slightly tilting her upwards, she looked into the doctor's bright eyes. "There's always a catch when it comes to these kinds of things. What's the price if I take these? My lifespan shortens, I only have five hours to go outside, it drugs me or something?"

"I'm hurt you think I would just give you these without setting out the consequences." There was a slight glint in his eyes before it quickly disappeared. Y/N hummed, urging the doctor to continue.

"There are exactly 15 pills in here. And consuming just one of these bad boys right here, would allow you to go outside! Though, time is very important when taking these. You'd have 10 hours before the pills effects wear off. These would dull your hypersensitive senses, but not to a point where you can't feel, smell or do anything. No no, it'd just be like how you were before. You'd feel slightly dizzy and be a little itchy, but besides that, nothing too extreme. It just dulls all your body senses down." Receen gave Y/N a small smile. She looked a little weary, unsure if what he said was true. She looked at the bottle then back to Doctor Receen, fingers twitching every now and then. Breathing in and letting it out slowly, Y/N stared straight into the doctor's eyes.

If I take these, I can finally go out. I can hug mom and dad, I can be around Denki again. I can meet Sero face to face and feel the grass again! I can be... happy again. But if these don't actually work, I'd immediately die on the spot. I'd be able to go outside though. Aah, so much going outside, I can meet new people! I don't wanna spend the rest of my days slowly rotting away in here anyway.

"So Y/N, are you going to take them or let all our time go to waste?"

Sero looked at his hands solemnly, thinking about what Y/N had told him. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, then lightly slapped his cheeks to stop the wave of emotions from spilling out.

"Yo, you good dude? It's not everyday I see someone willingly slapping themselves." Kaminari chuckled, walking in and closing the door with his foot as he carried a soda bottle and a bag of chips towards the boy sitting on his bed. Sero grinned, feeling the sadness of everything wash away.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. But what about you though? After we had that conversation, you were, well, umm... kind of out of it." Kaminari froze, letting a dejected smile appear on his face. Dragging a hand down his face, he let out a sorrowful laugh.

"She's my best friend. My first real, true friend. She's basically my sister at this point. So when she collapsed that day, I felt my whole world crashing down. She is the sweetest, the most kindest, person I have ever met. She never let me degrade myself, alway cheered me up when people called me stupid." Kaminari rubbed his eyes, opening the bag of chips and plopping one of them into his mouth.

"It hasn't been the same ever since she left, her parents barely come over anymore, and they're always so sad whenever I see them. My own parents aren't the same either, they treated her like their own daughter. I can't even begin to imagine how Y/N feels about this all. She was the top in our grade, highest scores in our test. No one could compare to her. M-my heart breaks for her. She lost everything." Sero let that information sink in, thinking about how she was before. He smiled as he saw Kaminari's shoulders begin to shake. He cares so much for her.

He put his hand on his shoulder, watching Kaminari slowly lift his face towards him. "Come here you emotional ball of feelings." Being the friendly guy he is, Sero gave the sobbing boy a hug, cuz hugs fix everything.

"No homo though bro." And with that, they both laughed out loud, continuing their bro day.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #mha #bnha #mha angst #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #fanfic

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bloodyspade0000 · 4 years ago

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30-day knb challenge: Day 1- Favorite Male character

↳ Haizaki Shougo

I am not justifying Haizaki's behaviour. I think he needs a tall glass of respect woman juice and therapy. This is just meant to explain why he is my favourite character and help you better understand him as a character. Do not send hate or take my words out of context. You will be reported, deleted and cancelled. Thank you and enjoy. :)

My favourite character is Haizaki Shougo *dodges tomatoes* a lot of people in the fandom hate this guy for many reasons. It's kind of funny how many people hate him and the amount of hate he gets just for existing. Like bruh; he's sixteen, leave him alone. 😂

His whole existence is just sad. He was literally created to be hated.

Like straight up, Tadatoshi Fujimaki even admitted that he hated Haizaki. Haizaki's sole purpose of existing is to make the Generation of Miracles look better even though they’re just as problematic as he. No one is fucking perfect and is about time people woke the fuck up and realized it. Your faves are problematic move the fuck on.

Yes, the Miracles are redeemable but so is Haizaki. Yet, unlike the Miracles, he does not get redeemable. No, he disappears and is never seen again. Like bitch, what the fuck!? if you’re gonna introduce a character to only have them disappear for a long time and either have them show up again or just never mention them again. Wasting the potential they had to be a very good character or not having them redeem themselves while the other characters who were just as fucking problematic get a fucking redemption arc because they’re fucking main characters!? What’s the point of that character even existing in the first place? What kind of bullshit is that? Just to have them exist to make the main characters look good? How the fuck does that make sense? Like where is my Haizaki redemption arc? Do I have to write it on my own? I will write it. I am writing one.

Haizaki is the only character I could relate to. Being second best, struggling to find somewhere to fit in and overshadowed and replaced by someone everyone thinks is better than you. It's fucking depressing, okay? You spend your whole life thinking you’re not good enough, and it hurts. I don't feel like going too deep into it because I don't owe you a detailed explanation of my trauma, okay?. So I'll save that for my fics where I self-project half of it onto Haizaki. It’s a coping mechanism, okay? Therapy is fucking expensive.

The anime ruined his whole character, got rid of his whole arc and shorted it down, and made him worse than he really is.

A post explaining how the anime did him dirty and goes more in-depth about his character

I am not trying to justify his actions, i.e. him manhandling Alex and beating Himura up. He does terrible shit. We all do lousy shit sometimes, but that doesn't make us bad people. Making mistakes is a part of being human, and we're supposed to hold people accountable for their actions and help them realize what they’re doing is wrong, allowing them to grow and change. Not condemn them and ostracize them, which leads to isolation and a lot of psychological trauma and self-hatred, and as someone who has dealt with—is still dealing with all three. It is not fun. It makes living painful. Highly unrecommended.

Haizaki does not have a positive role model in his life nor anybody he can turn to, everyone has already given up on him. Even Nijimura and Kuroko didn’t even try to help him, being more focused on the Miracles. (Yes, I know kuroko tried to stop him from throwing his basketball shoes away, but that doesn’t fucking count because after that Kuroko just gave up on Haiazki too). Haizaki has probably grown grew up knowing only violence and not a single ounce of kindness, turning him into the bitter and angry little boy he is.

Haizaki had so much potential. But instead of making him a great villain that potential was WASTED on fucking Kise.

Also, the Kaijo vs Seirin match in the winter cup was completely useless because Kise already got redeemed and he literally got no character development from it.

And Seirin was gonna fucking win anyways because duh thier the main characters. 🙄

Now some headcanons I think about a lot:

1. He gets abused. Some psychological behavioural consequences of child abuse are unhealthy sexual practices and juvenile delinquency, and Haizaki exhibits all three which are some external behaviours of most (NOT ALL) male abuse victims. Haizaki's a womanizer, aggressive, hostile and violent. Yet, he backs down when someone stronger than him comes around and puts him in his place i.e. Aomine and Nijimura.

a factsheet explaining the long term consequences of child abuse and neglect

How to help a friend dealing with family abuse or neglect

How to Handle Abuse

2. He's a victim. And when you're a victim, you either become angry and cynical with everything and everyone around you, swearing never to be a victim again and struggle with gaining back control of your life. Not wanting anyone to see you being vulnerable because being vulnerable makes you weak. Being weak makes you shatter. You always shatter like glass, cutting yourself every time you pick up broken pieces, watching as blood trickles through your fingers.

Your body is constantly on high alert. The default is flight or fight—survival to the fittest.

Or you bite your lip and keep your head down, bottling everything inside and looking for escapes or seeking validation. You want to be wanted and loved because you struggle with loving and accepting yourself. There's always a voice in the back of your head telling you, you're not good enough or that it's your fault. That everything is your fault. Self-hatred and self-doubt are your tormentors.

Or it's a combination between both—a constant struggle.

And I believe Haizaki portrays both from the way he acts and presents himself. Especially since his motto is literally "Survival of the fittest,” and he had once told Kuroko, " there are bad guys and then the really scary people," or something along those lines, which I believe he is talking from experience. You learn from your experiences. They either make you or break you.

3. He's touch-starved.

What Does It Mean to Be Touch Starved?

4. He's bisexual and has a lot of internalized homophobia. I can just feel his internalized homophobia rolling off of him. Bruh, I just know cuz I am bisexual, and I have struggled with internalized homophobia and still sadly struggle with it cuz I grew up surrounded by homophobic people.

I still live with them. 😭

Also, we live in a society that thinks straight is the default.

What internalized homophobia is.

5. His sexual awakening was probably Aomine or Kise. Could be both 😂?

6. He cries himself to sleep every night.

7. He's observant and a great judge of character. It's a fact. This guy literally predicted the downfall of the Miracles. Straight up warned Kuroko too. Too bad Kuroko didn't listen to him.

8. He's hilarious. When he first appeared in the manga, he literally called Himura a loser, lol. XD

9. He's a closeted softie and a total tsundere.

10. doesn't know how to react to kindness and will think you're threatening him or will feel really awkward and uncomfortable but will cover it up with his scowl, or he'll have a breakdown.

11. needs a lot of reassurance and head pats

12. swears a lot. Has no filter.

13. His bother is in the yakuza or some high position of power, and he feels inferior to him. It also explains why Haizaki gets away with things because he would have been kicked out of school if his bother wasn't either-or. I'm talking about his bother being in the yakuza, lol. XD

14. He and Momoi dated for a while but broke up on a mutual understanding that thier relationship just didn't work out. They're best friends and hang out sometimes.

15. Haizaki's good with kids and just genuinely likes them. He would be a great father and try his best to raise his kids right.

16. He gets sick really easily

17. He's clingy

18. He has no friends, mainly because he doesn't want people to get close to him because he's afraid of getting hurt again. Also, everyone in knb hates him.

19. He watches cartoons cuz he was never allowed to watch them when he was a kid. His childhood is trash, okay?

20. He hides in the closet because that's where he feels safe the most—rhetorically and literally.

21. Sleep-deprived and only runs on caffeine and spite.

List of fics that portray Haizaki better than the anime:

Heavy is the head by extrastellar

Idle Hands by DarkWoods

Another Chance by regretting my username_ (777imou_offline367)

What Matters is that We're Together by StrawFairy

06:00:00 of Haizaki Shougo (4) by ReiClien

This Is Happening by SharkGirl

What is Love by voices_in_my_head

A completely uncalled catharsis by oddball

One-shots

intertwined, under a spell by kornevable

ԼƠƔƐ & ӇΛƬƐ by Arthuria_PenDragon

delirium by extrastellar

me with you by doublejoint

Turn My Camera On by wordsliketeeth

At Summer's End by doublejoint

Taste by Hibari1_san

I Can't Get Enough of You by HisDarkSecret

I don't care if it hurts by llowsywriter

Ashes by doublejoint

broken things by lowsywriter

Series:

Finally found each other by suzakukills

This Is Happening Universe by SharkGirl

DNA by flowerway

My WIPS:

Isn’t it lovely?

Broken Crown

Love me, Love me, Love me

Grey skies

Rabbit hole

A playlist of songs that I believe fit Haizaki

Kuroko’s basketball’s manga

In conclusion, You can hate Haizaki as much as you want. But just keep it to yourself. Haizaki is my baby and I will protect him with my life.

#kuroko no basket #knb #haizaki shougo #long post #rant #favorite character #knb 30 day challenge #favourite male character #headcanons #one shots #fanfiction #rec list #manga #tw swearing #tw mentions of abuse

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interstellarrambles · 4 years ago

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I’ve never requested anything from anyone but I’m in desperate need for a billy x goth!reader. Idk just how he noticed her in school cuz she is the only goth person and always asks her out and they flirt but she always rejects him until one day she agrees. Idk if that makes sense but thank u :)

a/n: so I dont know how to feel about this, I might edit and come and change it because I'm not sure of the ending, but if you like it, let me know! I tried to make it sweet at the end but this is definitely out of character for Billy, but I'm soft for him so idc. @savvy7392 I really really really hope you like this im sorry it took ages

harsh, confident and undeniably cool: everyone at Hawkins High knew not to fuck with you - you'd forged your own path in previous years and showed no signs of slowing down any time soon. there was just something about you that made people want to simply observe from the sidelines. known for dark makeup, brash music and taking no one's bullshit, you were somewhat of a divisive figure: people either really hated you and tried to make your life misery (to not much avail) or desperately wanted to befriend you.

somehow, along the way you'd made friends with the likes of Robin and by association, Steve, but you were happy with your small group of friends and didn't really care all that much for your hometown and what (or who) it had to offer.

therefore, when a fresh faced californian boy toy entered Hawkins High, you couldn't deny there was a certain allure to his cool demeanour and newness. unluckily for you, Billy found his place with the current popular kids sucking up to him and soon the rumours about you began to surface again. whenever you caught his eyes within the first few days of his arrival, his gaze would be quickly diverted by Tina or Carol as they glared at you or threw insults. that's why you decided it really wasn't worth getting involved with Billy Hargrove, even if he did have an amazing taste in music.

but God did you misunderstand the lengths to which this boy would go for your attention.

the first few days, Billy would opt for a smile sent your way, enough to make you weak at the knees but not quite enough to make you wander over to him. group projects would be announced in class and when he tried to subtly join you, you'd amble to the opposite end of the room to be with a bunch of kids you didn't even know, just to avoid him. and Billy knew you did it on purpose since after sitting down with your respective groups, you caught his eye and simply winked at him.

almost dropping his pencil in surprise, he was genuinely unable to believe you had successfully ignored him in such a blatant way. smirking back at his gaping mouth and sparklingly amused eyes, you simply laughed it off, sparking a conversation up with the boy next to you as easily as you had rejected Billy. shaking his head in disbelief, he made a promise to himself he'd make you friends with him if it was the last thing he did.

another day, you arrived at school with a too-short black skirt on and Billy felt his heartrate quicken at simply catching one glimpse of you, his blood rushing just a little faster than usual. he would never have the guts to tell you, but he absolutely adored the way you dressed and how good it made you look.

unexpectedly, you treated him to an actual wave this morning, something that fuelled his pursuits. all day, he pestered you in class, forcing those who would usually take the seat next to you to move elsewhere so he could be closer to you. deep blue and bright with attraction, his eyes would drop down to your thighs and the way they looked so amazing in the skirt you were wearing. desperately, he wanted to say something about it to you, but he knew he'd trip over his words; already he had blushed intensely when you caught him staring, though at least he could tell you were enjoying his gaze.

rather annoyingly, you did like the attention, smiling to yourself when he would ignore other people so he could walk you to your next class even if he was rambling to himself the whole time. curls falling in his face and a cheesy grin playing on his cheeks were enough to make butterflies swarm your insides and you had a terrible time trying to hide it.

in reality, you really didn't want to be cruel since it appeared he didn't really have anyone that cared about him much past the muscles and cute eyes, but you also were not about to walk straight into a heartbreak with both eyes open. billy was definitely a bad influence, even to you, the resident goth of Hawkins High, and whether he meant it or not, you knew you would eventually get hurt.

the next time, he plagued your locker with letters and notes and waited next to it, a permanent grin locked onto his features.

a red shirt clung to his biceps, tan skin visible due to the multiple buttons left undone and a silver chain dangling and catching in the light. strong and slightly overpowering yet undeniably attractive, his unique smell of cologne and liquor and maybe a little something else invaded your private space, making you way too nervous to deal with him this late in the day.

weeks of notes and smiles and blue eyes meeting yours way too often had weakened your resolve and if it didn't disgust you so much you would be able to admit Billy was slowly turning your heart to mush. you couldn't listen to mötley crüe without thinking of him and every time you picked out an outfit, you wondered if he'd think you were beautiful or if he'd like the band on your shirt. his compliments and soft gestures like driving you home and giving you his jacket when it was raining (even if it didn't fit your look) had grown on you massively. now you would even go as far to say you enjoyed his company.

"heya baby girl," he drawled, the curl of his plump lips breathtaking in the worst ways, "fancy coming along with me for the evening?"

even though he exuded pure confidence, you didn't miss the way he resembled a kicked puppy when you smiled and responded, "I've got assignments pretty boy, no thanks," shovelling the letters into your bag and turning on your heel to walk home.

unfortunately, this wasn't quite good enough for Billy, hence why he followed quickly, his voice echoing after you, "what's with the ignoring me constantly y/n? you stand at parties and complain about the music and watch me all night and yet you walk away when I come up to you. I've seen you staring at me in class sometimes or at lunch when I'm not bothering you and whenever I catch your eye, you leave. you watch me all the time and yet every time I think you'll come over, you ignore me. if you don't like me, that's okay but I need to know now."

cheeks burning with embarrassment, your eyes dropped to the ground as he pulled you away into privacy. you didn't know what to say.

"billy..." you managed, still unable to meet his chaotic gaze as he stood only centimetres away, breathing hard while he awaited your response.

"what is it? just give me a reason." he almost pleaded, relaxing slightly when you gave him a smile and finally met his eyes.

"do you realise how badly your friends hate me? because I dress weird and I listen to music they don't and I've always been different and you hate that they don't like me. I can't spend five minutes with you in public before you get nervous, I'm sick of you hiding me away! you're fine with me unless there's someone around and I don't understand it and it is tearing me apart," your outburst pulled at him, making him feel terrible for calling you out prematurely.

"I like you Billy but I can't deal with that. I like my little life of listening to bad music with my friends and dreaming of getting away one day and hanging at the mall with Steve and Robin. I love sitting in your car and sharing those moments you don't let anyone else see. I do. but I wont let you pretend I don't exist."

shifting on your feet slightly, you realised how ridiculous the whole thing was and all you wanted was for billy to scoop you up in his arms and make the world better again. you wanted him to let you do his eyeliner and you wanted to feel his hands on your hips, his touch driving you wild. you wanted him to kiss you right now in the hallway and tell everyone else to screw off.

but life isn't a dream.

so you settled for Billy whispering his sorrys and offering you his hand, which was enough to nearly make you cry since he would never usually be so open in public. content, you followed him as he led you to his car, all the while promising he'd change things for you, only stopping to talk properly when you reached it.

"promise me something Billy?" after confirmation from him, you continued, leaning against the hood of his car, him stood only centimetres away "you'll never be ashamed of me?"

"never doll, there's nothing to be ashamed of," he leaned in, holding either side of your face ever so gently, and when the kiss finally broke, he whispered, "now how about a date?"

"okay pretty boy, you name it."

that was a good enough start.

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ruthoakenshield · 4 years ago

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Henry’s Blind Date (part 2)

Ok so this was supposed to be a one shot tale, but I got so many people asking for a part two, that here it is! Hope you enjoy!!!

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You and Henry and Kal spent the following day and a half at the airport. Henry found things to keep you both entertained… including a snowball fight. The two of you had taken Kal outside to do his thing. It wasn’t terribly cold, warm enough to keep the snow wet so you could pack it into a snowball and it wouldn’t fall apart.

Henry was busy keeping an eye on Kal and you were standing off to the side. Your hands grazed a half wall you were near and you felt a thick layer of the wet snow. Grinning, you quietly made about six of the snowballs and gently placed them in your front pocket of your winter coat. You listened to see where Henry was, and could hear him breathing off to your left and slightly ahead of you. Grinning, you aim to where you think he is, then lob the snowball at that spot.

You hear it make impact and him huff with surprise. “What the…” you hear him say surprised and hear him brushing off his clothes. You take out two more snowballs and toss one at him and one at where you thought Kal was. You hear the one land with a “fwoomp” in the snow, but you hear the one you threw at Henry hit, cuz he laughs, then brushes it off. You sense him moving, hearing his footsteps crunching in the snow, and the next thing you know, you’re hit with two snowballs. You giggle and toss another one where you heard him a moment ago. ‘Fwoomp’ you hear it land in the snow.

Listening, you hear his breathing off to your left. Grabbing your last two snowballs, you toss one at the sound. “Flomp” you hear it hit him and he lets out a cry. “Hey, now, that’s not nice, going for the face!” he exclaims with a laugh. You giggle and aim lower and toss your last one. “Flomp” you hear it hit him and he grunts. “Okay, you’re dangerous with those, Little Miss!” he exclaims and quickly moves to grab you, wrapping his massive body around you, pinning your arms down.

You’re laughing and giggling, and can feel his warm breath smelling of rosemary on the side of your face. He gives you a peck on the cheek and it’s wet from the snow hitting him in the face.

Laughing, you squirm trying to get out of his grasp. He chuckles. “And just where do you think you’re going?” he teases. "To get more snowballs.” You tease.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Henry says with a laugh. “That last one got me near the jewels. No more snowballs for you, Little Miss!” he chortles and picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder. Your arm and shoulder resting on his backpack. You let out a squeak and giggle. “Henry! Put me down!!!” you demand, trying not to laugh as he reminds you of your Great Grandfather carrying your Great Grandmother around. “Not till we get inside. Don’t need you reloading along the way! Come on Kal! Let’s get you brushed off so we can get inside and out of the snow!” he tells the dog. “Wuff!” Kal replies.

You lay there, hanging over his massive shoulder. His huge arm securely wrapped around your short legs. His hand resting firmly on your thigh, just above the knee. His steps are strong and yet, graceful. He’s not a stomper, like some men you’ve encountered. He seems to be able to move with a lithe grace. You feel his pace slow and he lowers you back to the ground. “We’re under the canopy now, near the doors. Stay here for a minute. I need to get the snow of Kal so he isn’t dripping water everywhere.” Henry tells you with his velvety baritone voice that could melt your panties in seconds if he said the right thing. “Okay.” You reply.

“How much snow is there on the ground now?” you ask him. He looks around. “Well, they’ve been shoveling, so it’s hard to say. It looked like there was about 15 cm on the wall that you were standing by when we had the snowball fight.” He replies as he brushes the snow from Kal’s fur. You frown. “Um, Henry, I have no idea about metric measurements. I’m from the US, remember?” you remind him.

He chuckles, “Sorry. I forget about stuff like that sometimes. It’s about six inches.” He tells you. You nod. “Okay.” You reply.

You hear Henry stand and move closer to you. Kal’s nails tap against the concrete and you feel him rub against your leg. You reach down and give him a scratching on his damp neck. Henry takes your hand and the two of you head inside after he brushes the snow off of you and himself.

He takes you to a coffee shop and asks if you’d like something hot to drink. “Coffee, cocoa, tea?” he asks. You hum. “Oooh, all of them sound good. I think some Peppermint or honey-lemon tea would be good for now unless they have a peach tea.” You reply. He inquires and they tell you they have a peach vanilla tea that is new and ask if you’d like to try it. You shrug. “Sure, a small one please.” You reply.

Henry gets some coffee and the two of you head to a corner of a sitting area to sit and visit. Henry asks you what kind of things you enjoy doing for fun. You think for a moment and tell him, “Well I enjoy going to movies, and performances like plays and band or orchestra concerts.” You reply. Henry frowns. “I’m sorry if I seem ignorant, but how do movies and plays work for you when you can’t see what is going on, and can only hear it?’ he inquires.

You explain that there is technology available that all theaters have now that you can put in one of your ears and it describes what is going on in the scenes when there isn’t dialogue being spoken. ‘It’s almost like an audio book, in the way it’s done. A voice is describing things, pauses when there’s dialogue, and then continues with the descriptions of the scene.” You explain.

“Oh! That’s cool! I didn’t know that existed!” he replies. You chuckle. “I didn’t either, until someone mentioned it to me when my friends dragged me to go see a movie a while back. It was rather confusing for me though. The plot was one of those that bounced between the present and the past, and I had a hard time following it.” you explain. “It wouldn’t have been so bad, but they didn’t mention when the scene flipped to a flashback or a memory. I always struggled with those kinds of films unless they put a date or a little tag on the bottom of the screen stating when it was occurring… like, “One year ago…. or Fifteen months ago…” you know what I mean?” you reply.

“Yeah, I think I do. Some films I’ve seen do that and yeah, it helps to clarify the timeline of the movie much better.” Henry replies.

“I was listening to The Witcher on Netflix and had the same problem. I’m not familiar with the stories nor the videogames, as my family didn’t have them available to us growing up. My gal friends were gushing about the actor who plays the Witcher, and asked if I wanted to listen to it while they watched season 1 again.” You explain. “I struggled to follow the show’s timeline, because apparently it kept bouncing between the three characters and didn’t clearly explain that they were not happening during the same amount of time. I think the Witcher’s timeline was much longer than the little girl’s and the lady witch’s was quite a long amount of time as well.” You tell him.

Henry frowns when he hears your assessment of the show. “My friends tried to explain it to me, but they kept talking over each other while it was playing, and I just got confused. I did my best to try to figure out what was going on, but they wouldn't let me use my visually impaired aid so I could hear the descriptions, so I’m still a bit confused about it. Perhaps I’ll listen to it again, on my own, with the aid and maybe I’ll be able to figure it out.” You sigh.

“Hmmm.” Henry grumbles. You giggle. “You sound like that Witcher when you do that.” You tell him. Henry grins and leans over to you, and in his Geralt voice he says, “Well, that would be because I played him on the show.” And then he kisses your cheek. He chuckles at the astonished look on your face. “Wait… What?!?” you reply looking around for him, trying to sense where he is. His soft chuckle stops your head, and you focus on the sound. “Remember, I told you I was in the film industry?” He says quietly.

Your eyes open wide, even though you can’t see any better doing so. “But you didn’t say you were an actor! I thought you were one of the guys behind the scenes, like a… what are they called? Gaffer? Or a stunt guy!” you reply wishing you could see him so you could give him a smack up side the head. You couldn’t remember the name of the actor though, who played the Witcher. You wish you’d have listened better when your gal friends were talking now!

Henry is amused watching all the different expressions flit across your face. He sits there, playing with your fingers and is amused by how tiny they are compared to his. He lifts your hand up and presses his heel of his hand against yours, lining his fingers up with yours. He chuckles as your finger tips just barely reach his second knuckles on his fingers. He can literally curl all his fingers down over the tops of yours.

“What are you doing with my hand?” he hears you ask, suddenly distracted by him playing with your fingers. “Just being amused at how small your hands are compared to mine.” He replies with a grin you can hear.” You chuckle. “Well you do seem to be a very large man compared to me.” You reply.

You hear him chuckle and clear his throat. “That I am, dear Tyyne.” He coos, “And I’m all yours to enjoy.” He purrs in your ear, leaning over and placing a kiss to your neck. You shiver at the sensation.

“So if you’re an actor, what else have you been in? I feel incredibly dumb now. I should’ve been able to make the connection earlier.” You say and hang your head, feeling disappointed in yourself.

Henry frowns. “It’s okay, Tyyne. Don’t feel bad about not recognizing me. I’d imagine it is hard to recognize most people, like you said yesterday, unless they have a very unique voice or gait or something like that.” He tells you, cupping your face with his huge hand.

You nod. “I’ve been in a few things. ‘Man of Steel, The Tudors, Batman vs Superman, Night Hunter, Mission Impossible: Fallout, Sand Castle, and a host of smaller roles in tv shows and films.” He tells you.

Your eyes widen realizing you’ve heard several of them, “Wait! Are you the guy who played Superman?” you ask, starting to put the pieces together. Henry just smiles amusedly. “Yes, Sweetheart, your dating Superman.” Henry whispers in your ear. “And Charles Brandon, and Capt. Syverson, and August Walker. All of which I have played.” He purrs.

You giggle, feeling honored that he chose to ask you to date him despite your lack of vision. “So why would a big name actor like you want to date someone like me? Henry, I just don’t get it. You could have anyone in the world, why choose a blind nobody?” you ask.

Henry grins. “Because she bumped into me, let me help her, was nice to me and got to know me without the looks, fame and career getting in the way,distracting her.” He informs you with a hint of a grin in his tone that you picked up. You blush. “Well, to be fair, I had no way to know you were a famous actor unless you told me. So, I was at a bit of a disadvantage, but it’s okay. Aren’t you worried, though, about how the film industry will handle you dating a blind woman?” you inquire.

Henry shrugs. “Not really. It’s my life. I enjoy your company, I enjoy your wit and mind and your ‘I don’t take crap from no one’ attitude. You don’t let your lack of eyesight dictate your life. You want to do something, you find a way to do it…like you traveling to England with no plans other than to just experience it to the fullest of your abilities and take it one moment at a time.” He says affectionately. “You are far braver than I am, my dear Tyyne.” He tells you quietly as his fingers curl around the back of your neck and into your hair. He gently pulls you over to him and he gives you a hug. “I admire you greatly, Love.” He purrs into your ear.

You blush again and enjoy his embrace. The two of you sit there and talk with Kal laying at your feet. After a while, Henry looks around. “How about we walk some more?” he inquires. You nod and stand, then stretch. You had changed into a different outfit this morning and wore a pair of black jeans and a grey t-shirt with a green zip up, light weight sweater. Your green jewelry sparkled in the overhead lighting and caught Henry’s attention. It looked like an old set of jewelry. “I like your jewelry you have on today.” He says.

You frown for a moment, forgetting what you have on. “Can you describe it? I’ve completely forgotten which set got packed with this outfit.” You say blushing. Henry chuckles and lifts the round pendant from off your chest thinking about how to describe the jewelry to you.

“Well. The stud earrings you have here,” he says and touches your second hole earrings in your ears, “are a green stone with swirls and flecks of blue, teal, turquoise, and gold. They are round and are encased in a gold setting that resembles a crown. These dangly earrings have green emerald looking stones at the top, then the same green, blue, teal, turquoise and gold flecked stone under each emerald, except they are a teardrop shape. The metal work is all gold. Your necklace is a gold chain that looks old and has the same flecked stone in it as your earrings. It looks like the studs in shape, design and color except it is about two inches in diameter. Your ring here,” he says, holding up your right hand and caressing your middle finger, “has the same stone, only it’s an oval in shape and has an old gold filagree band and setting, The bracelet cuff you’re wearing is also old looking and is ornate gold wirework with small green emeralds scattered across either side of a large oval shaped speckled stone like the rest of your jewelry contains.” He tells you.

You giggle. “It looks old because it is. They were my Great Grandmother’s. Grandpa bought them for her piece by piece as gifts during their 70+ years of marriage. The stud earrings and necklace were the first two pieces Great Grandpa bought her, then the ring, then the dangly earrings and then the bracelet. The speckled stones are called green fire opals, and the plain green stones are real emeralds.” You tell Henry. “They are my most treasured possessions and the only thing left of my Great Grandparents that I have, besides her name.” you say as you caress the necklace once Henry set it back onto your chest.

Henry smiles warmly. “They look stunning on you, Sweetheart.” He tells you and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. Your eyes open wide for a moment, then close and you feel his soft lips against yours, nibbling on your lips. His tongue gently caressing your lips, begging entrance to your maw.

You part your lips and give him entrance, the two of you explore each others’s mouths. Nibbling and licking each other’s lips, tangling tongues dancing between the two gulfs. You can taste Henry’s coffee on his tongue as he drags it across your tongue and upper lip and you grin as you suck on it, catching it in between your lips, earning a soft moan from him. He shifts closer to you, pulling you in for more.

He enjoys the taste of your peach tea on your tongue and tries to capture it whenever you let him. Two of you kiss like this for a few minutes until you both come up for air. “Wow.” You say quietly and blush beet red. “Like that did you?” Henry says with a chuckle. You giggle and nod. He chuckles and caresses your face. “Come on, let’s walk some more.” He says softly, pulling you to start walking with him. You grin and nod, feeling around for your messenger bag and cup. Henry catches the cup before you knock it over, steadying it for you. “Thanks.” You say, blushing again.

Henry chuckles and says, “Can’t have you wasting that delicious tea.” He purrs into your ear. I like how it tastes on your lovely little tongue.” He adds, making you whimper quietly as you feel a tingling in your belly at his words. He chuckles, knowing the effect he is having on you. He takes your free hand, wraps it around his massive arm, wraps Kal’s leash around his wrist, and then picks up his coffee and the three of you head out to walk the Airport once again.

Henry describes some of the stores you both pass and grins when he sees a video arcade. “You said you never had video games growing up?” he asks. You sigh, “No. We grew up not being able to afford luxuries like that. I wasn’t any good at them anyway when I tried to play them at the arcade with friends. I never could get past level one of Pac Man or Mario when I’d try to play it at my friends’ houses. The only video game I was reasonably good at was Tetris.” You say. “I just let my friends play and I’d have fun watching them play.” You replied.

You can hear the different noises from the arcade games as you pass. You pause, sensing he would like to go and play some games. You steer him over to the arcade and he gets a big grin that you can’t see. “If you want to play some of the games, Henry, that’s fine. I’ll have fun listening.” You tell him. “You sure?” he asks. You nod. “Tell me what games they have.” You tell him.

The three of you walk through the arcade and he tells you which games they have. You grin hearing that they have a skeeball game and a basketball game. For some reason you seem to be good at these despite your blindness. You can’t explain why. Perhaps because you played them so much when you were a teen with your friends at the local skating establishment and arcade.

You ask Henry if the games require tokens or if they use quarters. He looks and says it’s a card swipe system. He tells you to wait here and he’ll go get a card loaded. He hands you Kal’s leash and goes to the desk. The clerk fills a card with $20 on it at Henry’s request, then Henry returns. He swipes the card and you hear the balls rolling down for play. He hands you the card, thinking you’re going to stand and listen as he plays.

Henry looks at you in disbelief when he sees you bend down and feel for the card swipe, then sees you slide the card through and hears the balls drop. Kal lets out a soft “Wuff” wondering what is going on. You take Kal and move him, so he is between Henry and yourself. “Sit!” you tell him. He plops his butt down. “Stay!” you tell him and hang onto the leash with your left hand. You lean down and feel for the slot for the balls.

“You ready, Henry?” you ask. He grins. “Yup.” He says. You feel for the width of the schute and move so you’re positioned like you used to stand to play this game when you could see. You ask Henry, “Is the set up for this one where the holes are all lined up vertically down the center and there’s one to the left and one to the right at the top” you ask. Henry looks surprised and says, “Yup.” You grin. “Game on!” and you bowl your first pitch down the schute.

Henry’s jaw drops when you get it into the 40 hole. He pitches his and gets it in the 10 hole. He growls and you chuckle. You pick up another ball and bowl it with a hook and you listen for it. It sounds like it just barely missed the 100 hole on the left. Henry chuckles. “That was a close one. You just barely missed it.” he says. Nodding you listen for his turn. He bowls it and you hear it clunk around and he growls. “I take it you missed?” you asked.

“I got it in the 30 one, but was aiming for the 50.” He grumbles. You chuckle and continue to take turns until you both run out of balls to bowl with. “How are you so good at this game when you can’t see where the targets are at?” Henry asks once you’re done and you collect the tickets the game spits out. Giggling as you fold them into a wad and shove them in your pocket, you say, “It was one of the games at the arcade that I got good at and played frequently since it wasn’t a video game.” You explain. “I can pretty much tell by the sound the balls make bouncing around if I got close to the one I wanted. Though, to be fair, I can’t really aim, so I’m not as good at it now as I was when I could see and actually aim for what I wanted. Now I just kind of guess and make a blind shot.” You giggle at your pun.

Henry chuckles and says, “Okay, hot shot, let’s see what else they have here.” He leads you along, telling you what games you both are walking past. You stop at the basketball one and grin. You feel around for the card swiper and Henry shakes his Head, amused you’re attempting to play this one too. His jaw drops though when the balls drop and you take a couple shots, getting used to the feel of the balls in regards to how inflated they are and how they bounce around. You take a few more shots, listening to each one and hear as they either hit the rim and bounce off, or hit the rim and swish down past the net. By the end of the game you were consistently making the shots.

“How?” Henry says, surprised. You smirk as you collect more tickets, “I listened to the way the balls bounce when they hit something. They sound different when they hit the backboard, versus when they hit the rim, versus when they go in and pass through the netting.” You explain. Once I got a feeling for the inflation of the balls and where I was in relation to the basket, it was easier. I just hate the ones that move forward and backwards though. I can’t figure them out.” You tell him.

It amazes him that you can tell so much by just listening. “It’s like you’re a bat using echolocation.” He teases. You grin, “Sorry Supes, I’m a Batgirl.” You tease back putting your hands on your hips. He groans and slaps his forehead, you just laugh. “Though, I’ve always preferred Superman.” You add. “Christopher Reeve and then Dean Cain… um 80’s heartthrobs! And now I get to date this hunk of dynamite!” you tease as you caress his arm. “Come on, Supes. Show me what you want to play now.” you tell him. He chuckles and the two of you continue to wander through the arcade with Kal. You hear the music for Tetris and start to hum along to it, making Henry chuckle. “Damn it, now I’m gonna have that song stuck in my head for the rest of the day!” you tease him. “Hmmm, well, we’ll just have to find something else to get stuck in your head then.” He says with a smirk.

You giggle and your mind goes in the gutter. You hear the Star Wars theme and your head whips around trying to locate it. “What are you doing?” he asks. “I hear the Star Wars theme, but can’t figure out where it’s coming from, there’s too many other songs playing. He chuckles. “OOOohhh! They have the Legend of Zelda!” Henry exclaims and you walk with him over to it. “I remember watching the guys play this game on their nintendos!” you say. “Do you want to play it?” you ask. Henry nods, then remembers you can’t see him nodding. “Yes, do you still have the token card?” he asks. Pulling it from your pocket, you hand it to him to swipe and you can hear the game start.

You grin as you hear him hitting the buttons and yanking on the levers as he plays. You chuckle as he grunts and mumbles, getting into the game. He plays it for quite a while before his character dies and he groans. “Awww maannnn! SOOOO Close!” he says, making you grin and chuckle. “Anything else you want to play?” you ask as you hear him collecting the tickets he won. He takes your arm and wraps it around his, “Let’s look and see what else they have.” He says.

You feel his arm tighten as he gets excited when he sees the Mortal Kombat game. You chuckle and stand by the game listening to the music and the characters and Henry feverishly hitting the buttons and yanking on the joystick on the game. His grunts and growls and moans and cheers making you smile. This game too, he plays for a good long while as he seems to be pretty good at it. You try not to laugh too hard as you hear, “Knock Out!” and Henry cheers. “So did you beat it?” you ask. “Yup!” he says proudly. You grin and give him a kiss. “Good job.” You tell him as he collects more tickets in a long string. He laughs and folds them all up. “How about we get some food?” you suggest. Henry looks at the time and is surprised to see it’s almost supper time.

“Let’s get the tickets counted and see if they have anything neat for prizes before we head out.” He says. You chuckle. “Okay, but I doubt they’ll have anything good.” He leads you over to a machine that counts the tickets. You hand him your two wads and he pops the end of the first one in, then puts the second set in, then his two sets. Once it’s all finished counting them, he prints out the ticket telling him he has 530 tickets. “Sweet!” he exclaims and leads you over to the prize counter. “You tell him to describe what he sees. He does so and you giggle.

They have stuffed animals and one of them is an owl and another is a lion. He only has enough for one, when you tell him that lions and owls are two of your favourite wild animals.” He decides to get you the lion one and gives the man the ticket. Henry picks out a few more kids toys to give to his nephews using the remaining tickets up. He chuckles and you hear him unzipping the backpack and putting them into it.”

“Okay, now we can go get some supper!” he says, hooking his hand in yours, and Taking Kal’s leash back. The two of you head out and you hang onto the stuffed lion while you walk. “Thanks for the lion and the fun at the arcade, Henry. That was a fun way to spend an afternoon.” You tell him.

Henry grins. “I didn’t think you’d want to go in there, to be honest. I guess I thought you’d get bored just listening to me play the different games. I didn’t realize you’d want to play the games too.” He says sheepishly. You chuckle. I wasn’t going to play any, but skeeball and the basket ball games are some of my favourite non-video arcade games, and I spent a lot of time and money playing them in my teenage years as well as skating in circles. When my feet would get sore from skating, I’d go play the games for a while. You explain.

Henry frowns, “Skating in circles?” he asks. You chuckle. “Haven’t you ever been to a roller-skating rink, Henry?” you ask. He shakes his head, “Nope.” He replies. You explain it’s a big enclosed building with a wood floor in the shape of a big oval. You rent rollerskates or rollerblades and there’s a DJ who plays different music depending on the skating session. Throughout the session, they will pause and play different games like the limbo on rollerskates, and a dice game or will have everyone stop and do the dance for the macarena or the birdie dance song.

Henry looks at you totally confused. “birdie dance song?” he asks. You laugh. Here, see if anyone starts to do it if I play it on my phone loud enough… “Hey Siri. Open spotify and play ‘The Birdie Song”. The music starts to play and you crank it up. The music echoes into the open airport hall making a few people chuckle.

Tell me if anyone starts to dance then describe it to me. Henry starts to giggle. “There’s an old couple who are doing some actions. Making their hands open and close like a bird’s beak three times, then they move their arms like they’re a bird’s wing three times, and then they’re wiggling their hips three times, then clapping three times, then doing a kind of square dance type of move, then back to the hand motions. And now there’s a bunch of people laughing and joining them.” He tells you.

You giggle and tell him that’s “the birdy dance” now picture a whole bunch of people on roller skates, skating in the same direction on a big, oval wood floor while the song is playing doing those movements. That’s what the skating rink would do.

Henry busts up laughing and says, “I don’t think I could do that!” You laugh, “If you can do all these choreographed fight scenes and movements for the Witcher, you can do ‘the birdy dance’ Henry.” You tell him giggling. “We can see if there are any rinks like that in London when we get there, then I’ll teach it to you. And don’t worry, everyone feels silly doing it, that is what makes it so fun! Everyone being silly at the same time!” You tell him giggling with glee. “I can’t believe you’ve never been rollers kating!” you exclaim and he just chuckles.

The two of you and Kal continue walking and Henry asks you what else you enjoy doing. You think for a few moments. “I like to dance, though I’m not the greatest at it. I can’t sit still when I hear a good song. I’ve always wanted to learn how to ballroom dance and do the dances from my grandparent’s generation. I love the music from the 1920’s- 1960’s especially swing, but I suppose that will be one of the bucket list items I probably won’t be able to fulfill now. It kinda requires sight to learn the steps.

I like going for walks, and when I could see, I’d go for bike rides. I really miss that. It was such great exercise. I enjoyed going for motorcycle rides with my friends, and going sledding in the winter, swimming in the summer, spending time on the lake. I love water, though I’ve never seen the ocean or been in it, we had a lot of lakes where I grew up. I enjoyed listening to the waves at the lake lapping against the shoreline. It was such a soothing sound.

I used to exercise more, but stopped when I had the accident. I was too afraid to do weight lifting and such since I couldn’t see to operate the equipment and struggle with where my body is in relation to other body parts. I.E. Toothbrush to mouth in the morning.” You explain with a chuckle. You hear Henry chuckle too.

“Now I go to the park and listen to the birds, or go to concerts and plays and listen and picture in my head my own little movie of what is happening. I don’t do much with the TV, mainly cuz I can’t operate it and just have it for when my sighted friends come over and use it.” you giggle.

I read a lot, and yeah, I’m pretty boring.” You tell Henry. “You’re not boring, Tyyne. You just haven’t found all the fun things you can do yet.” He tells you with a grin. “Maybe you’ll find some new things in London with me and my friends that you’ll enjoy doing.” He tells you as you head into the food court area. “Now…What shall we have for supper?” he asks.

You take a deep breath and try to discern the different smells. “How about a burger and fries? Oooh, I wish they had a Shawarma place here!” you tell Henry. He chuckles and nods. “Burger joint it is.” He says and leads you over to the burger place. You ask them for a braille menu and the cashier frowns. “Um. Hang on a minute, let me see if we have one.” he says and goes to ask the manager.

You frown. “Ugh, the downside of being me, most restaurants don’t have them when the Americans With Disabilities Act requires restaurants to provide it’s blind customers with a menu they can read, there is a major loophole; it seems that if the restaurant has its menu available online, where a blind patron can access it electronically, they don't need to provide a braille version in the establishment." You explain. “The problem is, that I can’t see even stuff online, so unless it’s able to be accessed where either a computer or a person can read it to me, I don’t know what is available to order and what ingredients are used to make the food. Thus I rarely go out to eat unless my friends are with me to assist.” You explain to Henry.

Henry frowns, hearing that. “I’m sorry you have to deal with that, Tyyne.” He says. “I guess people who can see don’t think of things like that.” He says. You nod. “The worst part is when the business’ employees get snippy with me and try to rush me.” You reply. You tilt your head back to where you hear the cashier returning. “I’m sorry, Miss, we haven’t got one. We have burgers, chicken, salads, and soups. Is there something in particular you were wanting?” he asks. You sigh and frown. “What kinds of burgers do you have and what is on them?” you ask.

He tells you and you sigh. I guess I’ll have the bacon cheeseburger. Can they make sure the bacon is extra crispy. I hate chewy bacon.” You ask. “Sure, we can do that for you. Did you want that with fries and a drink?” he asks. “Yes, please. What do you have to drink here?” you ask. He tells you they have CocaCola products. You tell him you’d like a coke. “Okay, anything for you Mr. Cavill?” the young man asks. Henry smiles, “I’ll have the double cheeseburger with bacon and fries and a coke as well. Can we also get an order of the mozzarella sticks?” he asks. “Did you want the six or the twelve piece one?” the young man asks. “The twelve piece, please.” Henry replies. “Okay. That’ll be $21.30.” the young man says.

“Mind if I pay?” Henry asks you. You chuckle. “Be my guest, Henry.” You tell him, a little annoyed that the man didn’t inform you there were other sides you could order. Once you get your food and go to sit down, Henry sees you frowning. “What’s the matter, Tyyne?” he asks.

“If you wouldn’t have ordered the Mossarrella sticks, I wouldn’t have known there were other sides that could be ordered. The cashier didn’t ask if I wanted any other sides.” You say with a disappointed sigh. “I wish it was federal law that all restaurants had to have a basic menu in braille and educated their employees better on informing or offering blind people more assistance in ordering.

It’s just another example of how the blind are forgotten about in our culture. No one thinks of how they are going to order food at restaurants when they can’t see a menu. If they have no one with them to read the menu to them, they rely on the server or in this case the cashier to inform them what their options are. If no one tells the blind person there are other options for food, they won’t know and will assume that what they are told is all that is available.” You explain.

“If more people tried to go about their average day from morning till night with their eyes closed or covered and experienced what it is like to be blind, just for one day in the real world, I think things would change in a holy hurry for those of us who are truly blind.” You say.

Henry reaches across the table and takes your hand. “Thanks for telling me this, Tyyne. I’ll do my best to help you with that when I’m around, if you’re okay with it.” he tells you. “Thanks, Henry.” You say. “Now, do you want to share my cheese sticks?” he asks. You grin and nod. He takes one and puts it in your hand, then asks if you want marinara sauce. You think then nod. He guides your hand to the container and you dip the cheese stick in it.

You giggle. “Please tell me if I’m going to miss my mouth. I don’t want marinara all over my shirt.” You tell him. You hear him chuckle. The two of you laugh and giggle as he tries to guide you verbally to get the cheese stick to your mouth without making a mess. You manage to get it without getting marinara all over your face. “Here, lean forward, you got a little something at the corner of your mouth, Sweetie.” he tells you. You lean forward and he gives you a kiss and licks off a little marinara at the corner of your mouth, making you giggle. “Smooth, Cavill.” You tease him. He just grins and chuckles.

“Henry, is there ketchup and mustard on my burger already or do I need to put some on it?” you ask. He hums and picks up the bun off the burger. “Nope, there’s some on there, but you said you don’t like onions, right?” he asks. You nod. “Mind if I pick off the onions for you?” he asks. You smile. “Go ahead. I forgot to ask if they put them on their burgers. My bad.” You say. “I usually remember to ask when ordering burgers.” You say.

Henry finds a crispy French fry from his basket and scoops off the onion rings from your burger. “There, no more onions.” He says and plops them onto his burger.

The two of you eat in companionable silence until Kal starts to whine wanting his food. “Oh, yeah, sorry Kal. Here.” Henry says and you hear a zipper being opened and the ‘pop’ of Kal’s bowl being opened. You hear Henry grab a bag of kibble and pour it into the bowl then you hear Kal crunching the nuggets as he eats.

Once the three of you are done, you and Henry walk back to the gate and ask for a couple of cots and are told they are all being used. You groan and Henry frowns. He asks if there are any blankets and pillows left. The person shakes their head. You hear Henry growl. “It’s alright, Henry. I’ll manage.” You tell him. He sighs and the two of you head off to a corner and find an open spot on the floor. “Hang on a minute.” He says Taking his long overcoat and empties out the pockets into his backpack. Then he folds it up and lays it down on the floor. “Here. Lie down on this so you have a little padding at least.” He says. He calls Kal over and tells him to lie down. Kal does and Henry tells you that you can use Kal for a pillow. That he does it all the time. “Kal’s used to it by now.” he says.

You lie down on your side and take your coat and drape it over you, putting your bag in front of you. Henry lays down beside you and puts his back pack next to your bag and lays down with his head on his arm. “Get some sleep Tyyne.” He tells you and you close your eyes, letting sleep claim you.

Henry watches as you fall asleep. He feels bad that someone took the two cots he had gotten for you. He didn’t think about the fact that people would just see them being unused and claim them for themselves. He sighs frustrated. Henry rolls onto his back and leans against Kal’s rear and looks out the window, watching the snow fall and swirl all around, thinking about all he learned about you and about what life is like for a blind person. He realizes what a loss of independence it causes and how much the blind have to rely on others to survive in today’s world.

Now he realizes why everyone was freaking out about him wearing the gold contacts all the time and how dumb it was of him to not give his eyes a chance to breathe when he had to wear those contacts. It really was taking a HUGE risk that could’ve jeopardized his entire career and his future as a person in general. Life really does suck for blind people. He decides he wants to do more to help the blind but isn’t sure what he can do to help. He falls asleep thinking about what he could possibly do to make a positive impact or change for them.

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meet & greet - part 1

2845: EXILE

synopsis: It’s the year 2845. A year where Earth is in shambles and space is the new frontier. You are sent along with other cadets to a distress call about some type of unknown creature. You are new as an engineer on the ship Shiganshina and you have to work for your boss and leader of your group Levi Ackerman. But remember, in space no one can hear you scream.

pairing: levi ackerman x female! reader words: 3,406(　〇□〇） genre: fluff, space au, series, future au, romance, comedy

a/n: this is my first au series. my sis is obssessed w the alien franchise and she showed me alien isolation and it was so good she watched it like all the time and she saw markipliers game through so im excited to show yall my idea, hope yall like it. hope u like some sexy space levi cuz i know i do.

You remembered what your father taught you - how to create with your hands. How in your mind you felt lost and insignificant in this vast existence called space. But he explained to you that you could be so much more. With your help people can depend on you and believe in you and that makes you important. That makes hard work payed off when you are there for someone.

“Hey rookie, make sure to get those screws in. We don’t want this compartment tearing apart.” Hannes, your co-worker, ordered you.

You wiped the grease from your forehead. Sweat was dripping down your face. “How many times do I gotta tell you this, Hannes, just because I’m new to this job doesn’t mean I don’t know how to seal a door.” You banged the object and rolled your eyes and the insensitive words of that man. He thought he owned the business. “Besides, once I get enough cash, I can buy my own ship and head on out of here like a-”

“-person’s hair caught on fire,” Hannes chuckled. “We know this. You tell us every time.”

You pushed yourself up to get yourself a cup of coffee. “It’s true though, I’m gonna do.” You bit your gloves off as you scratched the back of your head. “Somehow.” It was difficult finding jobs for engineers. Every thing was growing and getting more modern as the days went by. Now robots took care of things and did what you could do but 10 times faster, better, and more work. Plus, you had limited knowledge, you needed to be trained more but there was only so much your old man taught you. “I already know how I’m going to decorate it and the speed.” You whistled. “That baby is going to go faster than a meteorite.” There were stars in your eyes. It was all you ever dreamed of, ever since you were a little girl. It was all you wanted to do. Build things and be on your own. Making your own rules and being your own person.

You picked up your wrench and went under the compartment to take a look at its legs.

“Um, Y/N. There’s someone here to see you.” Hannes said.

You rolled out from under to see your best friend who is like your little brother, Eren, with his two pals, Mikasa and Armin. “No way! Hey guys!” You ran to them for a hug. “I haven’t seen you guys in like 2 years!”

Eren smiled wide as he brought you aside. “Yeah, its been a while.”

“Why are you getting so tall squirt?” You ruffled his chocolate brown hair. You and Eren knew each other as little kids. His father was a doctor and was acquainted with your father. From time to time they worked together.

“Must be all that food we eat at the academy!” Armin said with a cheerful spirit.

That’s when you took one look at their attire and saw all of them wearing their space academy suits and that’s when you knew Eren came here to change your mind.

You shook your head as you walked away to look for parts.

“Y/N! Where are you going? Y/N!” Eren called out for you.

“Nice going really subtle.” Mikasa smacked Armin.

“What?” The little sunshine was lost.

Ever since Eren got into the space academy he had been trying to get you enrolled as well. It was his dream and all but not yours. You didn’t want to be stuck in a room with entitled brats that think they know it all when they really didn’t. It wasn’t your calling and you didn’t want to go and nothing, nobody could change your mind.

“Please Y/N, listen up.” Eren helped you pick up the box of parts.

“Why should I? I can’t believe the only reason you would show up and see your friend is to convince her to do something she doesn’t want to do.”

“That’s not true. It’s not like that,” Eren tried to explain.

“So you didn’t come over here to change my mind?”

Eren was silent but then gave in, “Okay, yes. But it’s because we need you!”

“Sure,” you said sarcastically. “Like I’ve never heard that before.”

Mikasa cornered you and slapped her hands on the wall near your face. “Listen to what he has to say.”

“Eren you better come grab your friend before I throw hands on a kid.” You gave a warning look.

You served them coffee as you sat and talked. “What do you need me for?”

“They’ve seen the way you work. They think you’re incredible and one of the best which you are to me and they want you on their team.”

“What makes you think I’m going to say yes?”

“We got in a call, a distress call from one of Warrior’s ships, Marley. One of our own. It’s a real emergency and it sounds like they are in real distress. They’re far away and on our radar it shows the ship is in critical condition. Warrior is sending people out to rescue those from Marley.” Armin reasoned.

“And why do you need me? Can’t Warrior do it themselves? They’ve got the people and they’ve sure got the money.”

They go silent and Mikasa places her hand on Eren’s knee. “The call that we got from one of our own said that something on the ship was dangerous to the crew. We need capable men and women on this job. Warrior has you in their files and they’ve been watching you on how you react to things. They feel you are really fit for this job.”

You shook your head, “no. I gotta get back to reality. I got so much stuff on my mind that I have to do.”

“Wait!” Eren pulled your sleeve. “They’re willing to pay a lot.”

You bit your lip. You couldn’t resist.

As you walked into the classy headquarters you regretted a bit coming here. Deep down you really didn’t know what danger could they have meant.

“Hello sir, here is Y/N L/N. She is very strong and highly capable to complete this mission.” Eren saluted to what seemed to be the boss of Warrior.

“Hello there Y/N. We were expecting you,” the man was tall and had short blonde hair. The bangs were split apart and he wore glasses. He gave his hand for you to shake. “I’m Zeke.”

“Nice to meet you Zeke. This a nice place you got here.”

“Thank you, now without further a do I would like to show you the crew that will be assisting you on this mission.”

“There’s more?” You gulped. You were not that spontaneous at working together with others. You had many ideas and usually that clashed with peoples opinions.

“Yes indeed. You will need the help,” Zeke chuckled. “I’ve seen your work that you do. You’re the one who created that electromagnetic pull to connect and pull together the two trains. I’m very impressed.”

“It’s just, stuff I learned from my pops,” you followed Zeke. Every corner you took amazed you more. Chandelier upon chandelier, buttons leading to new discoveries. You were so curious!

“I’m sure Eren told you about the distress call and the mission in itself?”

“Yeah, he told me a little about it. It sounds real terrifying. I hope the people are okay.”

Zeke smiled, “that’s why we need people like you that care enough to go save them. Now your crew that you’ll be working on is called the special operation squad, created by their captain of their ship, Erwin Smith.” He gave you a pad to look at captain Erwin’s photo. He looked very handsome and charming. His eyebrows thick and a face of seriousness. You glimpsed over his information and handed it back to Zeke.

“Looks tough.”

“Indeed he is, he once landed a plain when it ran out of power. It was just falling down to the surface and he managed to let the legs stick out the right moment that it didn’t even have a scratch.”

“Wow.”

“We have Eld Jinn, Oluo Bozado, Petra Ral, and Gunther Schultz. They graduated at the top of their classes. This will also be their first mission.”

You saw their pictures and couldn’t believe one of them was that age.

“We have Hange Zoe, smarty that one. And second in command, Levi Ackerman. He is amazing under pressure and is very strong. He is one of our best.”

You saw his complexion and he had bags under his eyes. Not what you were expecting, “he looks short.” You popped gum in your mouth.

“He is but very, very, scary. And he is going to teach you and be beside you mostly during the procedure just so you can understand and get a taste.”

“I think I can handle this myself besides why would I want to take orders from someone half my size.” You laughed as walked right into Levi.

He raised his brow, “you were saying.” His voice was deep and gruff and he truly looked like he could kill you.”

“Yes, here is the crew. Special operation squad I want you to meet your newest member Y/N L/N.” Zeke presented them to you.

You waved awkwardly. They all looked like they could eat you alive.

Oluo walked over with his hands in his pockets, “I hope you can keep up you little,” he bit his lip and started choking.

“Karma,” you smirked.

“Don’t listen to that idiot. I’m just glad to have another girl on the team! Yay!” Petra ran and high fived you.

“Hey what about me?” Hange pouted.

“Fine you too.” Petra gave her a high five.

“Sir, if I may have a word. We think we might have found a way to get into the breach. Since the power is down there may be a way we can open the latched door and connect Shigashina to Marley.” Erwin walked Zeke over to the map on the screen.

“Actually that won’t work.” You spoke up.

“Who is she?” Erwin questioned.

“See,” you pulled the blue print of Marley to the crew. “There is only a limited power left on that ship circulating certain items on it and is whats keeping the ship staying up. Light, vents, door, you get the point. If we try to open the gate to connect the two ships all the power left will go to that door. So instead we go over to Marley and get in our suits. Physically walk to Marley and try to open a small vent or door there. It will be safe because we’ll be hooked. I’ve done it many times...Names Y/N L/N.” You shook Erwin’s hand. “And I’m your newest crew member.”

Everyone cooed and awwed at your ability. It was like you said the best comeback. You looked to see Levi not smile but his eyes did the talking. You could tell he was proud of you.

“Excellent work Y/N. I knew you were made for this job. Levi, make sure you teach her more. She is already a great learner.” Zeke said.

Hange pushed you to Levi and you wrapped your arms around his head for support. “I guess you’re my student now. Don’t mess this up.”

You weren’t a fond of this amazing hero Levi.

“Has she heard the call yet?” Erwin asked.

“No i haven’t.”

The call was shaky at first but then a girls voice came on, “Hello Warrior. This is Marley in the midst of completing the Warrior program. Day 34. Every thing was fine at first. But then everything went to Hell.” There was a bang in the background. “I don’t have much time and I don’t know if I’ll be alive but we need assistance here, asap! Something is here, its coming and its killing! We need someone quick! Please!” It cuts off with a roar and then silence.

Your heart is beating fast and you feel faint. You take a seat, “that’s awful.” Were you really ready for this mission? “Why did they go there in the first place?”

“To look for more planets that contain life of course. Isn’t that what its always about.” Zeke explained.

“Our mission crew, is to rescue Marley and bring as many home to safety. We do our best and we make sure we take down whatever that threat may be so it doesn’t come to the population.”

You ship Shiganshina was being loaded with supplies. Gun were being transported and you almost felt your throat go dry. You tried to keep a tough face but you were never in a situation like this.

“You okay?” Levi asked.

He startled you with the suddenness. “Will we be using those?”

Levi saw the fear in your eyes and patted your back, “only if we need to.” He handed you a black space suit. “For you. Put it on, were going to be ready in about 5.”

As you put on the skin tight space suit you began to realize how real this really was. It frightened you and made you want to go back to where it was safe. But you made a promise. Your father taught you to help people and these people needed your help.

Being and engineer you fell in love with Shiganshina. It was an older model ship but it was redone to look modern. It was bigger than any ship you ever seen that it took more than 20 people to pilot this thing. It was so gorgeous to you every aspect of it. “I’m in love.”

“Did you know that this was the first ship of its kind to be made?” Hange Zoe spat out facts. Zeke was right, she was very smart.

“It’s so special,” your fingertips grazed the cool metal of the ship.

Waling into the chilling area you saw the crew playing ping pong and reading. It was announced that the ship took off. You grabbed a coffee and sat next to Eld.

“Man the way you gave it to Erwin!” Oluo joked. “He looked like he pooped himself!” He laughed. Petra came and sat on his lap. “Don’t act like you’re so cool. You always copy Levi.”

Gunther almost died laughing. “She got you there dude.”

“So this is your guys first mission too. Are you scared?”

“Why are you? Then maybe you shouldn’t be on this ship.” Oluo eyed you down.

Petra smacked his head, “stop being a jerk! Y/N is part of us now. I am a little scared but I know I am ready to prove myself to Warrior.”

“At least you had training. I’m just learning as I go.”

“I’ll teach you the best way I can.” Levi suddenly appeared holding his cup of coffee odd. “You just have to be teachable.”

“I am!” You were getting aggravated. You were equal to them and you had to start believing it.

“Psst,” Eld tapped you. “Don’t worry, I’m a little scared too. I’ve got a wife and two kids back at home.” Eld showed you a picture of them in his locket.

You grinned, “they are a beautiful family. I’m sure you’re making them proud. Thanks by the way. I’m glad someone else is scared around here.”

You scooped the rest of your stew out of your cup as the others bursted out laughing while saying stories of their training.

“Remember you fell in the sewer?” Hange chuckled as she picked up the dishes to put away in the sink. “That was pretty gross my man.”

Gunther rolled his eyes, “I got all that crap in my hair for like months. It was not funny and you know it.”

“What about when Eren slipped and did a split when he was talking to that chick?” Levi recalled, sipping his tea in a strange manner.

“He did a split?” You almost choked on a piece of meat. “That behemoth?”

“Ha ha very funny.” Erwin said sarcastically. “I thought she was endgame and that was so humiliating.”

“You still went on a date though.” Oluo said, “I remember she threw that cake on your face.”

You raised your brow and tried to hold in your chuckle. “What? She did that to you? Why?”

“It’s because-” Levi started.

“No let me tell it,” Hange butted in. “Erwin, I don’t think this is gonna work.” She impersonated the lady in a valley girl voice. “Like, you are too much in your job and you will never make time for me. I need a man who will spoil me and who will make me,” they all yelled in unison, “their sexy, little, queen of a thang!”

Oluo banged on the table, cackling loud, tears running down his face. Hange fell on the floor while Erwin was trying to cover his face to hide the blush. You laughed so hard you flipped your bowl. “Oh crap!” You looked and saw a tiny hint of a smile on Levi’s face. It was a different look and you liked it. He looked cute and it made you happy.

“You finished?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you yawned. “I’mma hit the showers.”

You couldn't go to sleep. Tossing and turning you had all these expectations of what this mission entailed. Some were excited while some were terrified of the danger that laid on ship Marley. You didn’t know what to expect.

Sweat dripped down your back and your heart pounded fast. You shot up and breathed deeply.

Going to the kitchen you were looking for milk to drink to help with your insomnia. You were searching the refrigerator.

“What are you doing up?”

You shrieked as you jumped. It was Levi, leaning against the counter. “Oh my God, you scared me!” You clutched your heart.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You nodded, “is it that obvious?”

He peered down to the carton of milk. “Eld told me what you two talked about.” Levi crossed his arms and you saw his muscles trying to rip out of his hoodie. “Its okay to be scared. If you’re not scared then you’re not human and when you’re doing this type of job you need everything to remind you that you still are. Besides, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

You were silent because no one had ever said that to you. But you wondered if he was genuine. “I’ve never left that garage I worked at. Traveling space like this its always something I wanted but I’m just - the unknown is whats terrifying. I’m scared that I’ve wanted this for so long, what if its not what I expected? What if I fail?”

“That’s why you have to try it though, its to see what you feel about something. Because you’ll live your life not knowing and that being a mystery, and that is the worst feeling ever.”

“Yeah,” you scratched the back of your head.

“Give me your hand, I want to show you something?” Levi outstretched his hand to you.

“Where are you taking me?”

“I want to show you something amazing, idiot just take the dang hand.”

You clutched his palm and he made his way to the window of the ship. It was big and wide. It was as if the world was laid out in front of you.

“Wow,” you said amazed. Your eyes widened. The amazing galaxies and space reflected into your eyes. The sun was a little far way and was bright and beautiful. “Its so...perfect.”

“Right?” Levi leaned against the wall. “That’s kinda about the good thing about this job. The view is unbeatable.”

“I’ll say.” You smirked. “To think we are just a tiny part of this bigger picture. Makes you feel insignificant.”

“No, to me it makes me feel lucky. Lucky that I’m alive to witness something this great.”

You grabbed a hold of Levi’s hand, still looking at the space. “Thank you Levi.” Tears fell down your face.

Levi looked shocked and was about to ask but your look turned into something that was horrifying. You covered your mouth as you gasped. “What happened?”

He gazed to where you were pointing and his eyes widened. He ran and shouted and he went to go get the crew.

The ship Marley was there. Out of power, just floating like a lump of rock in the middle of space. It pieces broken and looking ruined. Something was terribly wrong.

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fresafresitawrites · 4 years ago

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hemera: goddess of the day

my second vignette in my creative writing class! posting this here so everyone can have fun reading and also cuz i havent posted anything in a while. it’s not that long, so if u can read thatd be so appreciated !!! inspirations: a party i went to with my art history friends and anne carson’s eros the bittersweet

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I waited outside Hemera’s apartment building, wiping my shoes on the doormat and holding the champagne bottle she asked me to get. She was still 20 until next March and I turned 21 back in June, so for the next few months this would be my job.

The October air was crisp and sharp. The occasional gust of wind felt like needles on my skin. I’m glad that before heading to Hemera’s, my mom convinced me to wear the Sherpa-lined Levi’s jacket she bought me at a Black Friday sale last year—- 70% off.

The door swung open.

“Andrew!” Hemera’s sudden embrace knocked me back a little. The rollers in her hair scratched the surface of my cheeks when she hugged me, and I was hit with the scent of coconut milk shampoo. A tropical wave juxtaposed with the autumn breeze.

“Hey, is no one else here yet?”

She didn’t let go of me. She hadn’t seen me in a while ever since she started a new job at an Italian restaurant near Union Square, and I’ve been working late-shifts at the bookstore since the holidays were around the corner. “Oh, here.” I gave the liquor store bag.

“You got it!” I closed the door behind me as I entered the lobby. “They use this brand at work, so I wanted to try it.” Her black nails tapped against the green bottle before handing it back to me. “And no, I actually told them to come at seven because I know if I asked you to come early you wouldn’t have done it.”

“Oh really?” I wasn’t actually surprised but I wasn’t going to argue with her either. She’s probably right anyway. I followed her up the three flights of stairs and into her studio, hanging my coat behind the door. She went back to unraveling her curls in front of the bathroom mirror. I leaned against the doorway. Her sink was covered in hair and make-up products.

“You would’ve said, vos! Jou’re gonna make me clean your room while jou do jour make-up again.” She exaggerated my accent. I’ve been a New Yorker for eleven years, but Argentina will always ring in my voice. “Anyway, can you clean you room? I have to brush out my hair.”

“No.” I started peeling off the foil of the bottle.

She turned around, snatching the bottle away from me.

“Not until everyone’s here!”

“All right, whatever.”

I was going to help her straighten the place out anyway. Hemera lived in a studio apartment that she moved into just last year, despite her mom’s disapproval. On the night of her move-in day, we lay down on the hardwood-- since she hadn’t gotten her couch yet-- and shared a bag of Doritos.

“Do you think she’ll be okay? All she has is the cat now.” She meant her mom. “Maybe things should be like they were back in like, the old times. She always talks about how full the house back in Mexico used to be, even my great-grandmother lived there. Three generations! With the kids and everything. There was so much noise… and now it’s just Pepino.” She rolled over to face me. “I miss my kitty already!”

Hemera sometimes had this way of speaking where nostalgia tinted her voice with memories that weren’t hers. I could name more people in her family than my own.

The entire apartment was the size of my mom’s bedroom. The hardwood creaked with every other step, the pipes under the kitchen sink moaned like ghosts, and the walls were covered with floral wallpaper tearing at the edges, but Hemera treated her apartment as if everything was made of gold. I would too, honestly.

I cleared up the wooden coffee table by removing piles of open mail—mostly bills and Target coupons—printed recipes, and scripts from her theater classes. I didn’t know what else to do with them, so I just hid everything under her pull-out couch. On the kitchen counter, she had those trays of assorted cheeses and meats—to be fancy for her college friends. I rummaged through the cabinets and found her supply of Hot Cheetos to snack on while I reheated the pasta on the stove she made for the guests.

“Okay, how do I look?”

I followed her voice. Her hair was curled up in short rings, like black garden roses, and her eyes were dusted with purple and black eyeshadow. Or eyeliner, I didn’t know, but the glitter illuminated her tan skin. She was dressed in her signature all-black style. In a lace, spidery dress that hugged her curves and ended at her thighs. She sparkled under the dim lighting of her apartment, like a crystal in a cave. In Greek mythology, Hemera was the goddess of the day, but Hemera always reminded me more of Nyx, crowned in dark mist and black-winged.

In high school, Hemera spent most of her time woven in the arms of the upright bass player from our orchestra class. He was long haired and mysterious, as she liked them. She would ask me to French braid her hair before their dates, having me incorporate the artificial flowers he’d give her into her strands. This was something my mom taught me how to do so it’d take less time to get my sisters ready in the morning when they were younger. Maybe it was Hemera’s smooth hair, or the scent of her Jasmine perfume, or watching her finally leave, but my thoughts turned to poetry. The night he broke up with her she cried on the edge of my bed.

This was when she crawled towards me, placed her hand on the calculus textbook on my lap, and kissed me.

And in that moment, any romantic feelings I had towards her dissolved into a fog.

I read in an essay once how unrequited love is a form of escapism. Briefly, perfection exists in the form of a person who you believe is immaculate. Once the feeling is returned, you realize their judgment is flawed because they’ve decided to like you of all people. They lose their divinity. The Greeks spoke of a similar sentiment, Eros: the desire for what is missing. You desire only what you lack. Once something, or someone, is finally in your possession, you can no longer want it.

And where’s the fun in that?

“Hello? Andrew? Andrés Ibarra? Do I have to say it in Spanish? Does my ass look fat or not?”

She walked over to the full-length mirror, answering her own question and taking pictures on her phone. “Also, can you not be weird around my friends? You always talk about that time you swore you saw a UFO and I don’t think you realize how much of a weirdo you sound like telling that story.”

I sprinkled some of the Hot Cheetos dust from the bag onto her pasta and stirred.

“No problem.”

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bigskydreaming · 5 years ago

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The really great thing about allowing Dick and Jason to have a good relationship before A Death in the Family IMO, is that it opens up sooooo many more possibilities for AFTER Jason’s return.

For example:

Imagine a scenario where Bruce is gone for a week or so, the ever so useful “there was an offworld mission or something” excuse will do. And during that time, Dick and Jason are patrolling and working together....and they have an encounter with a particularly nasty villain or serial killer or whatever you want to go with. The bottom line is something happens during that particular adventure of theirs that leaves them shaken enough that they agree not to tell Bruce about it (believing the guy is dead or something), and then they try and put it behind them and never speak of it again.

Except then cut to a few years later, after Jason has come back but before he’s reconciled with the family, things are still strained and tense when their paths so much as cross, but with added angst because an actual brotherly bond torn asunder by death, trauma and lots of changes gives you way more fodder to work with IMO than the singular facet of Dick feeling guilty for not knowing Jason better - I mean, you have to at least admit that does limit your options considerably, in terms of their interactions, BUT I DIGRESS.

But anyway, Jason doesn’t have anything against Dick in the way he does against Bruce, other than accepting Tim into the fold (which he does understand in a way, because its not all that different from when Dick accepted him into the family and Robin role despite having plenty of legitimate reasons to be a lot more reticent about that).....but they avoid each other because its just kinda painful, the fact that they don’t KNOW each other anymore, not the way they used to understand each other in ways even Bruce couldn’t always follow or understand. Plus Jason’s attack on Tim, even leaning on the Pit madness as an altered state of mind mitigating circumstance....like, that’s still a hard thing to get past, one brother being like “Hey, lets do movie night tomorrow and totes just skip over the awkwardness of me just coming from hanging out with Tim who still has bandages on account of you trying to kill him the other day”.....its not the easiest thing to navigate, yeah?

And the fact that while Jason does understand its not fair to expect Dick to have like, iced out this kid he didn’t go seeking out or anything, just for the sake of Jason’s memory.....that understanding comes and goes with how rational or not he’s feeling any particular day, because he GETS it, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it and he is after all only nineteen, and capable of bouts of pettiness, lol.

So even without Dick barely knowing Jason or Jason hating or resenting Dick, there’s still plenty of roadblocks in the way of an easy brotherly reunion, plenty of understandable and valid emotions and priorities and choices that make everything a confusing mess and create conflicts of interest and just a general miasma of uncertainty where its like, even though they miss each other and would love to get back their sibling bond, they don’t even know where to begin trying to go about that, you know? And throw in the state of affairs between Bruce and Jason still, which can be summed up as picture the Cold War, but now when you picture ‘Cold’ think ‘Ice Age’ and you’re almost there.

Like. That is the Mt. Saint Helens of roadblocks right there. A big ass volcano sitting in the middle of the road and just cuz its dormant now doesn’t mean that it couldn’t at any minute erupt and blow its top and destroy everything within a several hundred mile radius, and that’s just before Bruce and Jason REALLY get steamed, like, that’s just their warm-up.

So. Y’know. Difficulties. They abound.

But now throw in secrets from the time before Jason died that only the two of them know and they never told anyone else, and adventures they had when it was just the two of them, Jason visiting Dick in Bludhaven or Dick enabling Jason in playing hooky in Gotham because at that time Dick rotates methods of pissing Bruce off and that’s his go-to move for Tuesdays, and crimes they solved together like Dick was working on an investigation and let Jason weigh in to practice his deductive reasoning without Bruce and thus impress him with how much he’s improved.

(My personal headcanon of brotherly advice Dick imparts to Jason on how to deal with Bruce is him telling Jason “when dealing with a man who thinks holding impossible expectations IS taking it easy on someone, he doesn’t understand the question, can you repeat it please....like, in that case there’s no shame in stacking the deck a little, whenever that’s possible.’)

Anyway, point being.....all you really need is one singular bad guy that only Dick and Jason faced, together, when they were younger. Someone particularly nasty or sadistic, enough to disturb even them despite how much they’ve seen and lived. And who for whatever reason, both of them believed to be gone for good, maybe they thought he fell off a cliff into a conveniently placed body of water where no body could be found or blah blah blah look you’re smart cookies, you get it.

Take those few simple ingredients, chuck them in a metaphorical bowl and stir them all together and then leave on low heat to simmer.....

And voila. Just like that, you have a ready-made situation that forces Dick and Jason, specifically, to work together despite how tense and fractured things are between them, and needing to find a way to repair their brotherly bond and figure out how to work together the way they used to.......thanks to everyone’s favorite Tropey McTroperson wherein a villain most foul, long believed dead, seems to be back and up to his old villainy.....and only those two who faced him before know how to stop him.....and despite all the reasons they come up with in their heads for why teaming up together now is just a recipe for disaster and doomed to failure, this is on them.

They were the ones who stopped this guy before, they were the ones who mistakenly believed he was dead and the threat he posed was gone for good.....which makes his dastardly return....dun dun dun.....unfinished business for them. Its personal.

All the completely valid, well-reasoned and justifiable arguments for why its absolutely bonkers for them to try and make like the Dukes of Hazzard on this case as if they’re not at least a little bit miffed at each other for various things involving killing certain people and not killing certain people and trying to kill certain people and being totally unreasonable about the trying to kill certain people.....none of that is enough to get in the way of them doing their best to put all that aside for now and team up to stop this guy for good, the way they should have the first time.

Because let’s face it. One of the definitive areas of common ground that Dick and Jason share is when things are personal....they take it VERY personally. And when they feel responsible for something, like, you could get God on the phone to personally deliver absolution and assure them it wasn’t their fault, and they’d still be like “LOL yeah, okay, that’s a good one ‘God.’ Didn’t know all-knowing deities could be super hella wrong about things but hey, everyone’s allowed an off day I guess.”

Anyway.

Two brothers estranged due to extreme circumstances, trauma, loss, grief, blame, the completely unreasonable and frankly just rude passage of time, and assorted other reasons ranging from “you stole my favorite weapon-Bruce-definitely-didnt-know-I-had-and-kept-as-a-souvenir when I was fourteen and you STILL haven’t given it back” to “you can’t just shoot someone as your way of ending an uncomfortable conversation, Jason”......

But force them together via external situations or shared goals, and you have the perfect excuse to sidestep a lot of the more impossible to navigate conflicts born of comic book writers who don’t freaking know how to CHILL when piling on the family dysfunction......and engineer a situation where they pretty much HAVE to retrace previous footsteps, comb their memories for every detail they can recall about that case and in the process remember how close they were then, fall back into old patterns and rhythms while working together....and various other things that give you everything you need to transplant them mentally and emotionally to a time before all those conflicts and problems created by other people, not them, when things were....better.

While through the mere fact they’re successfully able to fall back into old habits and patterns of working together at all.....you can put them face to face with evidence that despite how much they’ve both changed and everything that’s come between them, they are still fundamentally the same people they always were, and the shared experiences and common ground and all of that which enabled them to become brothers in the first place....its all still there, still able to be brought back out and dusted off and then used to forge a new brother bond that takes into account the ways they’ve changed since they last truly knew each other.

And none of that erases or solves the various complications and conflicts and issues that do still exist in the present, because of everything that’s happened in the past few years and the things they’ve all done.....BUT, it allows for Dick and Jason at least to rebuild or find a new, sturdy foundation on which to stand and plant themselves before wading back into all of that.....so at least now they do so with firmer footing, and with a clear direction and goal in mind.....navigating the emotional minefield from their respect opposing sides.....and aiming to meet somewhere in the middle.

And then with one family bond rejuvenated, revitalized and consciously reaffirmed by both of them......then its that much easier to turn their attentions to the rest of the family, one by one, and repair or forge those bonds through a concerted effort....not just Jason on the outside looking in, or members of the family on the inside looking out at him like he’s a poor, lost soul they need to save (I can’t help but picture Jason upchucking at the very thought, eww, how dare they)......but rather, a mix of both. Jason making his way back into the family via walking side by side with an ally on the inside who is still keeping pace with him so they can present a united front while they work towards a common goal they both want.....a family that acts like a family instead of like.....idk, y’know, that thing they act like in the comics that’s called ‘a family’ but also, they all hate each other and wish everyone else would die except for the times when they forget the others even exist at all.

Anyway. That of course, is just one angle that can be taken with them, out of the many possibilities that arise just from letting them have a good relationship before Jason died.....and all the shared history, in-jokes, secrets, camaraderie, grief, etc that comes with that.

My point is just.....I talk a lot rant a lot about the fanon and fic tendency to paint them as having barely known each other back then and with it largely blamed on Dick having been a stand-offish asshole because he has a chip on his shoulder named Bruce and its not a chip at all its actually Mt. Everest, yup, the whole dang mountain, yetis and all.......

And then I kinda just....keep it there on that and how much it bugs, because, y’know. It bugs.

BUT.

In keeping tunnel-vision locked on that and nothing else, I’ve never really expanded on the other byproduct of this fanon tendency that I think is worth considering:

And that’s the fact that this angle, this story? The one where Dick was a douche and Jason doesn’t really like him because of that until Dick apologizes for being a douche back then and begs for a second chance to do better, etc, etc? Its been told. Literally hundreds of fic writers have written that story by this point, and in the process limited...confined themselves, to this one singular possible dynamic between Dick and Jason when the thing is, like....that’s pretty much the ONLY story and angle that can result from Dick and Jason barely having a relationship before he died.....basically just various executions of acknowledging their previous lack of a relationship, assigning blame, making apologies and granting forgiveness, and then from there building a relationship from scratch.

Obviously, people come up with unique spins on this all the time, I’m not saying the stories that do this are all exactly the same....just that there’s an innate ceiling to that particular premise, because when that specific dynamic of ‘no relationship really existed before’ is your one and only starting point......there’s only so many places you can go from that, and wind up in the present where you then proceed to have them make a relationship for the first time.

BUT. But but but but but.

The second you allow for the possibility that Dick and Jason DID have a relationship before ADITF, and it just happened largely ‘offscreen’ due to the fact that no solo Nightwing or Robin titles existed back then so there was nowhere to showcase just the two of them together......

You open up like.....so many more possibilities and angles and avenues and directions.

Because the thing is, y’know how so many people in fandom pride themselves on not feeling constrained by canon, or better yet, speak fondly about the idea of just taking a flamethrower to the whole damn thing and cackling maniacally while shouting “This one’s for Bruce/Dick/Jason/Tim/Cass/whomever your fave fam member of choice might be”?

Well. I mean. *spreads hands*

The second you flip the switch from “Dick and Jason barely knew each other and mostly didn’t like each other, this is the only canon that exists despite the fact that we just made it up because we could and canon can suck it”.....to.....”Dick and Jason did have a relationship and were close before Jason’s death, its just we never saw it develop on the page due to logistical constraints”......

Suddenly.....you have THREE WHOLE YEARS of possible interaction that you can literally cram full of WHATEVER YOU WANT, and canon can’t say a damn thing about it because its Schrodinger’s Adventures of Nightwing and Little Wing......without any canon viewing point set up to observe these interactions and thus force them into a singular form that you either like or you hate and set on fire.....those Adventures can look like aaaaaaaaaaaanything you want, and canon can kiss your patootie if it doesn’t like it!

Its three whole years of “lost family history” just waiting to be mined for all kinds of treasure, and you can unlock it in any number of ways once Jason returns, to any number of potential end points.

They could have faced villains together just by themselves during that time, they could have teamed up on investigations. They could have had sleepovers, Dick could have helped him cram for tests or covered for him when he just needed to take a mental health day because dealing with Gotham’s upper class can be exhausting and he doesn’t know how to explain that to Bruce in a way that won’t just lead to Bruce saying “I know, I get it, I hate it too” even though the ways in which its exhausting to Bruce and the ways its exhausting to Jason are not the same and not interchangeable.....but he doesn’t have to explain that to Dick, because Dick is closer to an understanding of it, he’s been there for a version of that himself, and they were assholes to him because of his lower class and unorthodox upbringing too.

You could have Jason tagging along on various official or unofficial Titans missions or just meet-ups, the way Jason teamed up with them for the Brother Blood story without Bruce ever knowing. Dick’s kid brother that nobody minded him bringing because they all adored him, and thus just by having him and Dick get along, you open the door to Jason having established dynamics and history with any number of Dick’s friends, allowing for a wide range of potential reactions to Jason and his Red Hood persona after he comes back.

You could have Jason being really invested in his brother’s relationship in Kori because he thinks Kori is just the fucking coolest, or you can have Jason secretly shipping his brother and Babs and thinking they’d be a much better match but keeping quiet about his opinion as long as Dick’s happy with Kori. You could have Jason panicked and turning to Dick for help and advice the first time he asks a date to one of his school’s formal dances, because he’s pretty sure he’d be able to provide actual proof that spontaneous human combustion IS possible, if he had to ask Bruce for romantic advice, like, aside from the fact that he’s seen flies trapped in amber whose relationships appear to advance at a faster pace than Bruce’s does with Selina, that’s his DAD, eww, he can’t ask his DAD to fill him in on what’s normal to expect and likely to be expected of him on this kind of/level of dating, but Dick? He can go to Dick for that, and imagine the adorbs potential.

And the likelihood of various Titans coming up with the flimsiest of excuses to keep popping into the room in order to spy on the adorbs-ness, and the literal natural disaster that is the combination of Wally, Roy, Garth, Gar and Joey all trying to be ‘helpful’ and offer their own dating tips to Jason, while Donna and Lilith kick back with some popcorn while taking shots at the various boys’ expertise and credentials in this matter, if they’re gonna be offering advice to an impressionable young teen who doesn’t deserve to be saddled with having to learn from THEIR mistakes.

And on and on and on. Three whole years you can fill with any manner of adventures, secrets, shared stories, confessed ambitions and hopes and dreams for the future, commiserating on the parts of growing up in the spotlight in Gotham that Bruce just can’t relate to, sharing things from their pasts that they’ve never even told Bruce about purely because there are some things that are just easier to tell or talk about with a sibling close to your age than to your father.

But you see what I’m saying? Rounding Dick and Jason’s early relationship down to the barest bones until its practically being non-existent......that makes for a paragraph or at most a chapter dedicated to covering that ground, something that everyone pretty much expects to pop up in a story in order to address that history they have, or lack there of. And thus its never really a surprise to see it, there’s not a ton to take away from it, and it oftentimes ends up kinda just being filler despite even the best writers’ best attempts to make it engaging.....because there’s just not a lot to say about a relationship whose defining aspect is it didn’t really exist, and I’m pretty sure most writers would love to simply skip past that entirely and not even bother addressing it because it FEELS like writing filler a lot of times, I imagine. But at the same time, you kinda HAVE to include it and can’t really come up with a way to just leave it out entirely, without having a gaping hole in the meat of your actual story that explains how Dick and Jason got from there to here. Its a part of the story that everybody already knows, or expects.....but still demands being included, because canon just skipped over that entirely so there’s nothing from canon to even reference when shifting Dick and Jason into the kind of dynamic you want them to have or grow after his return.

And so its a paragraph or two paragraphs or a whole chapter that nobody really ever wants to write, because there’s not a whole lot of new ground to cover with it, and its kinda a cause for resentment, being stuck having to include it in every story covering Jason’s return anyway, even though there’s only limited ways you can stretch and exercise your creativity and expand on that particular angle.

But with Dick and Jason having an actual relationship pre-ADITF that is filled with nothing but whatever you choose to fill it with, whenever you feel like delving into it or dusting off an old memory or vacation or want to reveal some long-buried secret only the two of them know.....the sky’s the limit. Instead of that standard stock paragraph/chapter rehashing the take on that particular story that everyone already knows but narrative structure forces everyone to shoehorn in somewhere anyway.....there’s more than enough in those three lost/secret years of family history, especially specific to Dick and Jason, to serve as the basis for entire fics exploring that time, digging up secrets or mysteries that originated in that time, reminiscing about that time or diving back into existing dynamics with people Jason met through Dick during that time without having to write Jason meeting them or only getting to know them for the first time as an adult.

(Omggggggg, imagine a story that’s just Dick and Jason and Uncle Clark, or Dick and Jason and Aunt Diana, and like, Bruce is like I GO OUT OF TOWN FOR ONE NIGHT AND YOU SOMEHOW END UP WITH MY KIDS HELPING YOU FIGHT AN ALIEN/DEMON INVASION ON SOME OTHER PLANET/DIMENSION??? WHAT THE HELL!)

In conclusion, you hate canon and how much it fucks with the Batfamily? Totally with you. But this is the one period in these characters’ lives where canon doesn’t actually weigh you down or cage you in if you don’t want it to....instead it gives you the gift of being whatever the hell you want it to be, just so long as you make sure everyone ends where they need to be by the time ADITF happens. (Assuming you don’t just end up going full AU by that point since there’s no law saying Jason HAS to die or else the DC universe will destabilize and implode in upon itself).

Anyway, I’ve waxed poetic about this long enough, I think, and without a single line of poetry to show for it, but that’s for the best. Me to poetry is like a butcher to a carcass, but only if this particular butcher is very bad at his job and always makes a mess everywhere, and it just never ends well for anybody.

And now, as usual, I end an overly long post that exhausted my brain cells and made me sputter to a stop just before I come up with an ending to the post that actually makes sense and isn’t just me going, hey you know what, maybe there is something to be said after all for the Sopranos’ sty -

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missnxthingg · 5 years ago

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Can you do cocky college Tom? Y/N hates him cuz he is such a player and so arrogant, but of course he is also extremely hot. One night, there's a costume party and Tom shows up in something ridiculous that shows off his body -- all his muscles and his bulge. Throughout the night, he keeps flirting and flexing until he finally wins her over. And then he's super dominant, making her go to her knees for a BJ. He makes her gag while he dirty talks and boasts and smirks :)

A/N: I’m so sorry I took too long to get to it. I have to be on the mood of writing smut to do it properly. I’ve been working on it for the past week and it’s going to have two parts, okay? If you, anon, want to be tagged on part two, send me a message! Also, I needed to give it a name and I fucking hated it, might change it later.

Pairing: College!Fuckboy!Tom x Reader

Words: 3.8K

Warnings: Smut, oral (f and m receiver), swearing, I don’t know how many more, but it’s pretty dirty.

PART TWO

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Cinnamon Coffee - Part One

College is supposed to be an amazing experience for everyone. Going out of your comfort zone, finally knowing what is like to be a grown up, meeting a lot of new people, make new friends and mess around with all sorts of people. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) couldn’t deny, she was very excited to pack her things and start her new life.

The dorm she got in was huge, with a beautiful front garden where a lot of girls could hang out whenever they want to. Her roommate was cute and very funny, easily to become friends with. She got the right side of the room, letting (Y/N) with no choice but to get the left one. But it was a big room though, with enough space for the both of them.

The first week was good, mostly getting to know the campus and the freshmans. A lot of parties and activities to make people bound before the classes even started. (Y/N) also took a time to chill out and get to know around the campus, and that’s how she discovered that they had a coffee shop right between her dorm and the boys dorm, and that their coffee was really great. One chilly day, she decided to go get some breakfast and just stay at her room and watch TV with her roommate.

“Morning Lizzie.” She greeted the barista. It became a common thing since she’s been going there for everyday during a week.

“Morning (Y/N). What it will be today?” She asked and (Y/N) glanced around the counter, thinking about what to order.

“I want a cinnamon latte, banana bread and croissant.”

“Done in a minute.”

(Y/N) smiled and turned around to watch for somewhere to sit and wait for her order to get ready, but something got in her way, or someone.

“Oi, watch it, gorgeous.” The person said and (Y/N) glanced up to find a beautiful boy, curly brown locks, strong arms and a bright smile.

“Sorry, I’m just sleepy.”

“Don’t worry about it, pretty one.” He touched her chin and winked.

“Uhm, personal space?” She said, thinking that he didn’t even knew her to be touching her chin.

“I’m Tom, by the way. Tom Holland.” He smiled, running his fingers through his hair. “Do you have a name, pretty angel?”

“Not really any of your-”

“(Y/N), your order is ready.” The barista called and she shut her eyes in anger.

“(Y/N), what a pretty name. Fits the pretty owner.” He smiled and she turned around to pay for her order. Tom stopped her, paying for her order. “Keep the change.”

“Why did you do that? You don’t even know me. And I don’t know you either.”

“Oh, but you will, baby girl.” He waved and turned around to get out of there. “See ya’ around, (Y/N).”

She just simply stood there, trying to digest what just happened, when a voice called her back to Earth.

“Oh, he’s such a player.” Lizzie said, cleaning the counter. “He’s been coming here for a whole week and I’ve already seen him paying for three girls.”

“Good to know.” (Y/N) said, before she thanked the barista and got back to her dorm.

After that day, the boy kept popping up everywhere she was. Tom was at every party, every game and soon he was in the psychology class. The day she saw him coming into the door, she almost dropped that one class immediately, specially when he sat behind her with a playful smile on his face.

“Hello gorgeous, I didn’t know you took psychology for major.” He caressed her cheek, smiling tenderly.

“And I’m considering dropping out right now.” She removed his hand out of her face, turning to her notebook resting on the table.

“Why so angry, baby girl? I’m just trying to be nice.”

“As you do to every girl.”

It was true. Tom did everything to impress every girl around. He didn’t need much, having a totally flawless body and being a super hot guy. But he winked, he picked on their waist, smiled, looked right into their eyes. So it didn’t take long until he got every girl on the campus to fall in love with him. That way, he started to ruin her Saturday mornings reading in the front garden.

The day she found it ruined was the worst. She accidentally got up early and she changed her clothes and got out to find something to do. She bought coffee and lied a blanket in the grass under a tree to drink it, eat small fruits and read a book. It was a normal Saturday morning for her, until she noticed a couple of girls almost passing out next to her, looking at something behind her back. And there he was, a tight shirt on, drinking his water slowly so the girls would enjoy the view. She rolled her eyes and he noticed.

“Morning (Y/N)!”

“Fuck off!” She shouted back, not getting her attention out of the book.

“Come on beautiful, I’m trying to be nice.”

“Maybe you should try and be less of a show off.”

“Can’t do that darling.” He smiled and continued his walk.

“Fucking pathetic.”

It was a pretty common thing to see him around girls. In the halls, in parties. God, she even caught him making out with one small ginger in the library. It was nonstop and it annoyed her so much, specially because he would be always going after her.

“Morning pretty angel, got your usual, you can thank me with a kiss.” He said to her once, giving her a coffee. She shook her head no and continued her walk.

“If that’s the payment, I’m not accepting it.” She said and he sighed.

“Come on, what am I supposed to do with a cinnamon latte? I don’t even like cinnamon.”

“Give it to another poor girl, I don’t fucking care.”

“But I bought it for you. Please accept it, as a friendly move.” (Y/N) stopped at the door and accepted the coffee.

“Thank you.” She directed herself into her class, thanking every god there is it wasn’t psychology class. This way she wasn’t going to spend two full hours with Tom.

She really started to think he was starting to change with that nice move, that until she saw him doing the same thing with another girl on her dorm. (Y/N)’s heart broke, but again, she wasn’t expecting much out of him.

They both continued their lives, him teasing her a lot, and trying to flirt too, while she tried to ignore him everytime he approached. The more time passed by, the more he wanted to make her his, at least for one night.

She was driving him insane. Maybe it was the fact that she’s the only girl who doesn’t want to be with him, and also adding the fact that she was completely gorgeous. He would watch her from far and be completely amused by her beauty. The littlest things got into his head. The way she sits at her desk, he way her hair falls softly on her shoulders, her rosy cheeks and cherry lips. She was perfect, and even looked cuter when she was angry at him.

“Hey baby girl, this one’s for you.” He was playing football with some of his friends while she was hanging around with some others in the corner. He scored a goal and blowed her a kiss.

“Is there going to be a day that you won’t remember my existence?”

“Probably not, considering we are getting married.”

“Oh, fuck you.” She rolled her eyes and drank another sip of her beer.

“You wish you could, darling.” He winked and went back to the game.

“He’s so into you.” One of her friends poked her with their elbow and she pretended to not even listen.

“He’s into everyone.” One of her friends told her and (Y/N) nodded.

“Tom Holland is a complete idiot, and I hate him. He literally does everything to get me to his bed.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“It is when he does it with every girl on campus.”

When summer came, everyone was wearing shorter clothes, showing much more skin, and that included (Y/N). One day she appeared for class in a white tank top and denim skirt. Tom watched her walking through the longs halls, observing the way her legs moved and how perfect she was. It sparked something on him, and he followed her all the day to class biting his lips. He kissed her cheek and sat down behind her.

“Good morning pretty angel. You look stunning today.”

“Morning Tom. Don’t you have anything else to do today?” She asked and he started to play with her hair.

“No, I have all day to admire your beauty.”

“You’re pathetic.” She said with her strong North Yorkshire accent. He leaned into her ear and pulled a strand of hair away from that.

“I love you accent.” He whispered so only she could hear it. “I wonder what it will sound like when you cum.”

Her whole body shivered, and as much as she hated to admit it, he turned her own. Oftenly actually. If there’s one thing she can’t deny is that he is extremely hot. And sometimes the things he does to her gets her to shiver from the top of her head to her tiptoes. Like those times he rest one hand on her waist and presses his finger in there. They usually make (Y/N)’s heart beat faster. But she always thought it was pure anger.

“Only in your dreams Holland.”

“Oh, I dream about it everyday baby girl. Having you in my bed, screaming my name. And today, your clothes aren’t really helping me.”

“So I guess you’ll have to find another girl to fuck it off.”

“Maybe I’ll do tomorrow. Also, are you coming tomorrow to the costume party? I’m not a frat kid, but I heard it’s going to be awesome.”

“I might stop by, yeah.” She said, focusing on what she’s been writing on her notebook for a while now.

“So look for me, I’ll be the guy in the sexy costume. It shouldn’t be hard to find me.”

(Y/N) didn’t want to go at first, but her roommate literally dragged her to the party. She wore a pretty bunny costume, a really sexy one, completely showing her thighs and popping her tits up. The party was full, and probably everyone on campus was there. She stood in a corner with her friends, drinking a beer and glancing at everyone to see their costumes. And she was really happy and impressed with everyone, smiling a lot, but her smiled died when she crossed her eyes with one know guy.

He was drinking with his friends in his stupid costume. For her surprise, they were matching up. Tom also was wearing a bunny costume, with the black ears, bow tie and shorts, completely shirtless. He knew everyone had their eyes on him, but he only had eyes for one person tonight, and she was looking stunning. He winked and got back to his conversation.

“You gotta be shitting me.” She whispered, rolling her eyes. He dropped his friends and directed himself to her, with a big smile on his face. “Oh God.”

“Hey baby girl, I’m glad you came.”

“Hey Tom.” She said, not sounding much excited to see him.

“I see we matched up. Even the universe is telling us to be together.”

“Or maybe you’re a psycho stalker that saw me buying bunny ears the other day.” She said and he nodded.

“Anyway, you look so fucking beautiful.” He caressed her chin and smiled. “Do you wanna dance?“

“Maybe later, I’m with my friends.”

“Pinky promise?” He showed his pinkie and she nodded. “You need to do the thing.”

“Shut up or you’re not even getting that."

”(Y/N)…“ His finger was still standing, and she entwined their fingers. "I’ll be waiting.”

And he really meant it, but (Y/N) didn’t give a damn about it and had fun with her friends. They did shots, they had fun, laughed a lot and ended up on the dancefloor. He couldn’t take his eyes off her the whole night. She looked so fucking sexy, it was getting to him in a way he could never imagine it. Tom bit his lips while watching her dance alone on the dancefloor and he approached her from behind, his hands on each side of her hips, rocking her against his own hips. She leaned her head to the side and he got some strands of hair out of the way. He kissed her neck slowly and her whole body shivered, at that point she didn’t even know what she was doing. She turned around and glued their foreheads and they kept dancing together, breaths mixing and all handsy.

“You know, my room is empty tonight, if you wanna get out of here.” She let her fingers entwine behind his neck and he swayed her side to side.

“Won’t you get me a drink first?” She asked and leaned to his ear. “You’re not gonna get me this easily, Holland.”

“So, do you want a beer?”

“Oh, I’d love a beer.” She smiled and he pulled her to the bar to get two drinks.

“You know, I really meant when I said you look so fucking beautiful tonight.” He caressed her right arm and sat on a high stool and pulled her to sit on his lap. “Actually, you always look so beautiful.”

“I bet that you say it to every girl.” She sipped her beer and he chuckled.

“Yeah, but I never really mean it. I say it to you everyday, and you still don’t believe me.”

“Because you have the fame of a womanizer.” She glanced somewhere else, finding her friends almost dying for seeing her on Tom’s lap.

“Well, but you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. And the sexiest too.” He pressed his fingers on her waist and sniffed her perfume, gluing his nose to her neck. He left a small peck right there. “Also you’re not helping with this short dress at all.“

"Well you aren’t helping me either.” She glanced down to his body and he smirked, leaning in to reach her lips on a brief and warm kiss.

“I want to fuck you until the only name you know is mine.” He said against her lips and it turned her on so badly, that she could feel the wet spot on her panty.

“Let’s go.” She whispered against his lips and she got up to let him stand up.

She was ahead of him, guided by a hand on her lower back. Tom was so close that (Y/N) could feel his breath against her neck. They left the party and hushed to his dorm, which wasn’t so far away. The halls were practically empty, and they easily got to his room without being seen. He let her go to open the door, getting inside before her. She followed him inside, anxious about what was about to happen. Tom pressed her against the door, provoking her while brushing his lips on hers, hands searching to lock the door.

Once the door was locked, he started the kiss, ending the gap between them. His hands grabbed her ass and he gave a lot of squeezes right there. She removed his bunny ear, pulled his hair and scratched the back of his head, deepening the kiss. It was full of lust and desire, a long one coming from months wanting to do that. He pulled her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her fingers traced down to his length, massaging it over his trousers, making him moan during the kiss. He used his hands to hold hers above her head, while he stopped the kiss to suck her neck. She moaned when his hot mouth crashed her skin.

“Shit…” She whispered, feeling even more turned on.

“You want me to fuck you baby girl?” He said against her neck. “Do you want me to make you feel good?” She nodded and he sucked on her neck. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes! I want you to fuck the shit out of me.” She moaned and he sucked her jaw, letting her slowly get down from his lap.

“Go on your fucking knees.” He said, pushing her down. She stepped on her knees and he unbuttoned his trousers, along with his boxers. His cock smacked his belly and (Y/N)’s mouth watered. She tried to get her hands on his cock, and he stopped her. “Open your mouth”. She did as he said and he slapped her cheek. “Wider for daddy.”

She opened her mouth wider and he removed her bunny ears, held her hair back with one hand and the other one guided his cock to her mouth. He fucked her mouth with no pity, going deep down her throat, making her gag with his big cock, saliva dripping down her chin.

“You like to have my cock on your mouth, pretty angel? Fuck, you look so pretty when you’re taking my big cock.” He moaned looking for her eyes. “Look at me while you do it.” She glanced up and he smirked, going harder than before.

She wasn’t going to take up anymore, and he noticed it, stopping his movements and letting her go. She dropped her weight on the floor and he helped her getting up. She cleaned her mouth before he took her in a kiss again. Tom searched for the zip in her dress, sliding it down slowly when he found it opened. Quickly, he opened her bra and it joined her dress on the floor. He pulled her and dropped her in bed, going on top to give some proper attention to her breasts.

“You have the most amazing tits in the world.” He sucked on her left nipple while his hand massaged the left one. “So fucking good. I wanna suck it like a little baby.”

“Holy shit Thomas.” She moaned, throwing her head back.

“You drive me insane baby.” He said between kisses on her bare chest, leaving dark circles where he passed. He trailed his kisses to her belly and her hips, where he sucked a little more before the tearing her panty, making it easier to removed it.

“You just ruined my favourite panty.” She said and he chuckled.

“You look so much beautiful without it.” He kissed her core and moaned with how wet she was. “You shouldn’t even wear it anymore.”

“Uhmmm… really?” She pressed her lips and let some small moans out.

“Yeah.” He licked it first, and pulled her legs over his shoulders, entwining their fingers right after. “It tastes amazing too.”

“Fuck Tom! You take me so fucking good.”

He didn’t reply, fully focusing on her dripping pussy, all wet for him. His tongue explored every corner of her, going faster whenever he found her clit. She rocked her hips against his mouth, throwing her head back, not being able to contain her moans in anymore. She was practically screaming, while pulling his hair. He let go one of her hands to slide two fingers in, pumping it hard inside her. He felt her clenching around his fingers, and he stopped sucking her, his fingers still working inside her.

“Are you close baby girl? I know you are. Cum for me pretty angel, I bet it will taste like heaven.”

“FUCK! I’m gonna cum Tommy, harder!” He obeyed her, going harder than before. She had her first orgasm of the night right there in his mouth. He got up to kiss her, making her savour her taste on his mouth.

“Can you see how good you taste? That’s my dirty girl.” He bit her ear and she moaned. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“What are you waiting for?” He smiled and pulled her up.

“On your fours, pretty angel.” She did what he said while he got a condom out of his night stand. He pushed her against the mattress, rolling her hair around his hand to pull it. He brushed his cock on her core, making them moan loudly. He slide it in without pity, finding it hard to do it since she was so tight.

Tom’s cock was the biggest (Y/N)’s ever taken, so it took a while to adjust his size. But once he felt it was okay to keep going, he started to push hard inside her, bed bouncing along with their bodies. She moaned loudly against the mattress and he pulled her hair.

“Tom you’re so big, holy shit!”

“And you’re so tight, I love it.” He moaned, taking her harder. He slapped her ass and pounded even more inside her. “You like it when daddy fucks you from behind? I bet you do, you look so fucking good doing this.”

“Fuck my pussy d-daddy.” She could barely say anything, only feeling him.

“I know I make you feel good baby girl.” He said, smirking at the sight of her moaning against the mattress. “You wanna cum for me?”

“Uhm… Not yet baby.” She said and he got up, pulling her up to his lap. He pushed his core inside her again, pushing it inside. She was riding him like her life depended on it. He pounded inside her pussy so hard that she was concerned she wasn’t going to be able to walk tomorrow.

He lied her in bed again and pumped hard inside her, making her almost fall from bed, and she didn’t even bothered with how much pleasure she was getting.

“I’m so close!” She moaned, making him bite his lips.

“Uhm… You’re so good, I love to see you taking my cock. Are you gonna cum on my cock? Are you gonna let that heaven sent honey drip down your pussy right into my cock?”

“Yes daddy! Make me cum, please?”

“If you insist.” He pumped harder, as if it was possible and stimulated her clit with his thumb.

“HOLY FUCK TOM! I’M CUMMING.” She screamed letting her juice drip down his cock while he reached his high at the same time.

One both of them cummed, he fell on her side and they tried to rest and control their breathing in silence. He lied on her belly and kissed around there.

“Finally.” He said with a big smile on his face. “It was so good baby girl.”

He got up to get rid off his condom and clean himself and bring something for her to clean herself, but by the time he got there, she was gone, along with all of her stuff. Where the fuck did she go?

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